How far does your humanity stretch?
I, like most urban city dwellers, am
familiar with the rampant homeless populace in the United States. And I, just
like anyone else, can point my finger at the myriad of catalysts - addictions,
abuse, income inequality, poor public policy, oppressive social norms, and
bipartisan politics. I can blame almost anything I want and I would probably be
partially right. But I’m not pointing, and I won’t. Again, just like everyone
else, I don’t have an answer, nor do
I pretend to.
First off, I don’t believe in the
Kierkagaardian existential self – we are products of our environment….we are
our environment. So to see suffering in our environment, we see suffering in
ourselves. Moral and social consequentialist responsibilities boil to the
surface when we see pain or suffering in our communities, and empathy
is only a natural response. Our internal vacuums can then be momentarily
satiated through benefaction and benevolence – we are then given a glimpse of
purpose. A fundamental aspect of being human is that compassion, because it gives
us a deep rooted feeling of safety and community - two things we need to
survive.
So how big are your communities that
deserve your helping hand? Is it just your family, your neighborhood, your
city, or all of humankind? Should you have the same sympathy for the dehydrated
child in a country whose name you can’t pronounce that you would if your own child were dehydrated? It seems as though your moral obligation to those in need is positively
correlated to social proximity, and homeless people happen to sit in a purgatory;
a community close enough to help, because you can physically see and hear them,
but far enough away that it doesn’t directly affect your life. Your insides
might get uncomfortable seeing members of your own community in squalor. They
are humans and deserve dignity and help far beyond just money. But you still
don’t do anything substantial about it, and those prized moral convictions collapse.
Why is that?
It seems absurd that “we should each sacrifice to the point
that everyone lives at an equal material level,” for always there will be
greater and lesser persons then yourself. Those internal moral convictions aren’t
imperative or legally binding. You didn’t sign up to be a human. And you didn’t
cause that persons heroin addiction. Nor did you give them their PTSD. Their misfortunes
and injustices lie with them. But, if helping those in need makes you feel all
lovey-dovey inside? Awesome! If there’s some positive thing you can do in your
life that makes you feel better while simultaneously making someone else feel
better? That’s great. But if not, that is completely fine, too. Not everyone is
designed to help others. And many of us are struggling just to get through the
day. If you’re giving every day your best shot, you’re already doing enough.
Just don’t be a dick.
-Isaac Pea
P.S. If you're curious about what put me on this rant, check out this article from Washington State University about our moral obligation to strangers.
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