Many people still die
of organ failure whose lives could be saved if there were only enough organs
available for transplantation. Unfortunately, there aren’t. Various solutions
to the problem have been proposed, but those that promise to be most effective
also tend to be rather unpalatable. Thus Dominic Wilkinson and Julian Savulescu
have recently suggested that we suspend the dead donor rule (i.e. the rule that
we should not remove organs from patients prior to death), and instead of
merely withdrawing life support from critically ill patients in intensive care
whose lives are deemed to be no longer worth living, we should just kill them and
harvest their organs as long as they are still fresh and in good working order.
Alternatively, we could establish a system of organ conscription, where you can
no longer even opt out: never mind what you or your family want, once you’re
dead your body belongs to the state (“Should We Allow Organ Donation Euthanasia?
Alternatives for Maximizing the Number of Organs for Transplantation”, Bioethics 26/1 (2012): 32-48).
The typical bioethicist
is rather fond of radical solutions. He dislikes waste, has no patience with what he sees as people’s squeamishness, and believes that we
should be rational about things,
which mostly means that we should rethink our morality, our established views
of right and wrong, if there is no other or better way to solve a problem
quickly and efficiently. Do you believe that people should have a say in what
happens to their bodies when they are dead? - But then they may not allow us to
use their organs, which we urgently need. To save lives! To help people! So we
really cannot afford letting those
organs go to waste, and that means we cannot afford allowing people to decide
for themselves whether they want to “donate” their organs or not. Do you
believe that organs should only be taken from dead people who no longer need
them? - But some who are still alive are in fact as good as dead, so that they
would not really miss those organs. And besides, we urgently need them now. We really cannot afford to wait
until people are completely dead. After all, there are people’s lives at stake here. Actually, come to
think about it, we cannot even afford to wait until people are almost dead. It
would be so much more efficient if we could just take the organs we need from
the living, if we could kill a few to save many others. It’s all for the
greater good. Yes, of course, killing people for their organs is currently
frowned upon, but hey, it doesn’t have to stay this way. Sometimes sacrifices
have to be made for the common good, and anyway, we may quickly get used to it
and see the error of our previous ways.
This is what the
Manchester-based philosopher John Harris suggested in a paper published almost
40 years ago (“The Survival Lottery”, Philosophy
50/ 191 (1975): 81-87), in which he proposed that we solve the problem of not
being able to procure enough spare organs to save the growing number of people
who need new organs to survive by establishing a lottery. Each of us is
assigned a number, and whenever there is a shortfall of organs, a number is
drawn and the lucky bastard whose number it is gets killed (or rather called
upon to “give his life”). All his organs can then be used to preserve the lives
of those who need them. This way a lot less people would have to die.
To me this is the stuff
that dystopian nightmares are made of. Yet when I put the question to my
students, asking them in an exam whether they thought that Harris’s survival
lottery was “a morally acceptable way to tackle organ shortage”, I once again found
that a majority of them did not only think that it was morally acceptable, but in fact that it was
clearly what was morally required.
They showed themselves quite convinced by Harris’s utilitarian reasoning and
the crucial assumption that there is no morally relevant difference between
killing and letting die, so that if we have to kill one to prevent two or
more people from dying, then that is exactly what we should do. The numbers
speak for themselves. They appear to have an enormous persuasive power. As one
student put it: “Such massive consequential benefits to society as a whole seem
to me to rather morally outshine the far rarer occasional acts of killing.” As
if the legalisation of “occasional acts of killing” by an agency of the state
could ever be justified. That is the kind of argument that Hitler and Stalin
must have used when they justified their policies before themselves and others.
It blindly follows the imperative of maximisation. And I think I get its
allure. It makes things so much easier. Who needs a conscience when we’ve got
numbers, right? But I’m still surprised, and also dismayed, by how easily people
can be persuaded to endorse inhuman practices and how willing they are to
believe that everybody is expendable and that to be treated solely as a means
to an end is perfectly all right, so that the state should have the power to
take our lives whenever it is deemed expedient. As another student put it: “As
utility is the maximisation of pleasure, then people can rightly be viewed as
interchangeable parts in a mechanism, designed to promote as much happiness as
possible.” Rightly! How can people be
so willing to give up their most basic rights, to see themselves as an
interchangeable part in a mechanism? We are all oil on the wheels of the great
utilitarian happiness machine. Is that really what we are or how we want to see
ourselves? And for whose sake really? Other people’s lives? But those other people
are just as expendable as we are. Surely there is a contradiction at the heart
of this terrifying proposal: human life is proclaimed to be so important that anything is acceptable to save it,
including the killing of a healthy, innocent and perfectly alive human being.
But by finding this acceptable we implicitly declare the life of that human
(and with it the life of any human)
for disposable. If the individual human life doesn’t count, then we don’t seem
to have a good reason to want to save it at all costs. Then we can just as well
let people die. The truth is that the reason why we think that we should save
people’s lives if we can is in fact the same reason that makes us (or, if we
were thinking straight, should make us) reject Harris’s proposal.
Sometimes I think that,
on the whole, applied ethics might be doing more harm than good, that more
often than not it doesn’t aid our moral thinking, but corrupts it. It makes the
unthinkable thinkable. I used to believe that this was an advantage. I’m not so
sure anymore.
Thanks for your very thought-provoking writings.
ReplyDelete"And I think I get its allure. It makes things so much easier. Who needs a conscience when we’ve got numbers, right?"
I agree that the lure of the clarity of calculus is certainly part of the allure of utilitarianism. What might be added to it is that it allows the pious, self-effacing utilitarian to rise up to an all-encompassing, uncontestable, all-powerful 'Panopticon Godhead' point of view. Utilitarianism may be another way out for the absolutist cravings of the human animal that is trying to put an end to the deep confusion and frustration it became susceptible to upon becoming aware of the contingency, non-centrality, and absurdity both of itself and of the world at large.
Just a nightly musing this.
Thank you for the encouragement and your comment, Peter. It's funny that you consider the absurdity of the world as an explanation utilitarian longing for clarity. Funny because I'm currently reading Camus. Camus, however, thought a very different response was appropriate, namely human love and what he called "common decency". I find this much more appealing.
DeleteThanks for replying and for nodding at Camus. To be able to allow and enjoy love, and to uphold common decency even in the face of the alasness of things, that is grand.
ReplyDeleteIn that regard, I was also greatly impressed by Thomas Nagel's marvellous thoughts on our never-ending oscillations between a subjective (animal) and an objective (divine or 'pure reason') point of view, all the hurt that goes with it, how we'll never nurse it, how we should hang on in limbo with whatever loving-kindness we can bring ourselves to.
I believe it's at the opening of his final chapter of The View from Nowhere that he recounts his sorry encounters with a spider in a Princeton urinal. The spider's a ridiculous little Sisyphus that tumbles back into the urine every time it tries to crawl up. After some days of coming upon the same sorry scene, Nagel, in a lapse of loving-kindness, helps the spider out of the bowl. The next day it lies upturned and lifeless on some corner tile.
"Today I was an evil one" by Bonnie Prince Billie also seems to hit the right sweet-sour note.