I was talking to one of my interns
today and the conversation somehow drifted towards the topic of situational
ethics.
That is,
the concept that values and judgments and
decisions are best made according to the time, culture and environment, and which
includes the underlying implication that modeling one’s ethics according to the
situation is both nominal and understandable.
(My definition).
And it occurred to me to provide
‘Doris’ an example of situational ethics.
You are, no doubt, familiar with the sinking
of the Titanic in 1912. It so happens that among the myriad of men, women and
children who went down with the ship was a ‘Mr. Jones’ and a ‘Mrs. Smith.’ And
very much like the movie character, ‘Jack’ portrayed by Leonardo DiCaprio, they
found themselves floundering in the icy waters of the Atlantic, and were very
close to hypothermia and drowning. And then it happened. An empty lifeboat
floated by. The man and woman, who found themselves just feet from one another,
saw the vessel at the same time, managed to grab hold, and happily climbed
aboard.
Mr. Jones immediately surveyed the situation,
and discovered a large wooden box in the middle of the lifeboat. Opening the
box he discovered it was full of every conceivable item necessary to the preservation
of life. Water, First Aid Kit, Lantern, Matches, Canned Food, and… Blankets.
Dragging a couple of blankets out of the box,
he draped one of them around the shoulders of Mrs. Smith. Afterwards, he
wrapped himself up in one exactly like it.
When the two were able to talk they ‘compared
notes’ and were both surprised, but gratified to understand that though each
had been separated from their spouses in the melee, each had seen their
respective mates and children being lowered in their respective lifeboats.
Pt. 2
And though Mr. Jones and Mrs. Smith lifted the
oars, and made a heroic effort to remain in close proximity to the other
lifeboats; but to no avail. As the minutes ticked by the lights upon the other
vessels seemed to grow smaller, and the hapless duo realized their escape from
almost certain death might not be all that certain at all.
As the night wore on, their little boat
drifted from one ice field to another, and one wave after another splashed
rudely against its sides. With the approaching dawn the air temperature rose a
bit, and they broke out some saltine crackers and sardines, and commensurated
about what Providence had in store for them.
Day gave way to night and night gave way to
day, and Mr. Jones and Mrs. Smith allowed their little vessel to drift where it
would; as they had no way of determining in what direction or how far removed
they were from safety.
And it was then, after nearly a week had
passed, and they had by now run out of food, and most of their water,… they saw
it. A small island; (one which, as it so happened, was absent from any map
which existed in the early 20th century).
Of course, Mr. Jones and Mrs. Smith were
heartened, and in the next couple of hours their little boat neared the rocky
beach. Realizing that it was now or never, they climbed over the side and swam
for it. Fortunately, they were both good swimmers and within minutes they lay
gasping on the white sand.
Pt. 3
Well, Doris, I’m happy to report that this
small, unchartered island offered Mr. Jones and Mrs. Smith plenty of fresh
water, and all the seafood they could eat; (though due to its northerly
latitude no fruit bearing trees existed there).
And thus they lived for the space of a year.
(It was about this time that I moved
my story towards the theme of situational ethics, and the purpose for which I
chose to tell it).
And as you might imagine the duo realized that
by this time they would have been given up for dead, and began to reminisce
about their respective husband and wife, and their children. And as both were
believers and were knowledgeable about such things, they often alluded to the
Book of Genesis, and the story of Adam and Eve.
Well, given their abject hopelessness of ever
leaving the island, the certainty of spending the rest of their natural days
there, and the desire with which God has endowed man and beast, Mr. Jones and
Mrs. Smith finally gave sway to their natural emotions,… and consummated the
relationship.
And as one of my favorite songs laments,
“And so it goes.”
(And so it went).
Ultimately, our modern day Eve found herself
with child, and bore a son, and subsequently bore another son, and two
daughters.
Afterward:
I continued my story.
Years passed and dropped like sand through the
proverbial hourglass of time, until one day some modern day Columbus discovered
the island… and the people who populated it; many of whom looked surprisingly
alike, and possessed similar temperaments.
Well, by now you might question the
veracity of my story, and if so, you’re probably right.
Situational Ethics
It never ceases to amaze me how easily
some people justify much more casual liaisons than this, and chalk it up to
Situational Ethics.
by William McDonald, PhD. Excerpt from "McDonald's Daily Diary." Vol. 37. Copyright pending.
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by William McDonald, PhD. Excerpt from "McDonald's Daily Diary." Vol. 37. Copyright pending.
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