Sunday 3 February 2008

Moral Dilemma Solution

I had posted a Moral Dilemma the other day. For those who did not read it, i am reproducing it below,

"A group of children were playing near two railway tracks, one still in use while the other abandoned. Only one child played on the disused track, the rest on the operational track.

One train is coming, and you are just beside the 'track interchange'. You can make the train change its course towards the abandoned track and save most of the kids. However, that would also mean the lone child playing by the disused track would be sacrificed. Or would you rather let the train go its way?"


Now, let us analyze this dilemma..............................................

Most people might choose to divert the course of the train, and sacrifice only one child. You might think the same way, I guess. It is logical to think that to save most of the children at the expense of only one child was the rational decision most people would make, morally and emotionally.

But, have you ever thought that the child choosing to play on the disused track had in fact made the right decision to play at a safe place? However, he had to be sacrificed because of his ignorant friends who chose to play where the danger was.

This kind of dilemma happens around us everyday. In the office, community, in politics and especially in a democratic society, the minority is often sacrificed for the interest of the majority, no matter how foolish or ignorant the majority are, and how far-sighted and knowledgeable the minority are. The child who chose not to play with the rest on the operational track was sidelined. And in the case he was sacrificed, without any concern who was right and who was wrong.

The great critic Leo Velski Julian who told the story said he would not try to change the course of the train. We should not sacrifice "right" at the luring of a "popular" decision. "What's right isn't always popular; and what's popular isn't always right."

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