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Page 2/The Battalion/Tuesday, November 17, 1987 Opinion Moral absolutes are absolutely right Walking across campus one day, I was apprehended by a well-wisher. “You are truly despicable for car ing so little about individual rights, ” he charged. “Your columns stink.” “Well, perhaps can you explain to me what a ‘right’ is,” I said soothingly, “and correct my misconceptions. Brian Frederick ‘That’s easy,” he answered. “Every body knows what rights are.” “Great! You’re just the man I’ve been looking for. Since you understand rights so well, surely you will be able to define them and give me some exam- pies.” ^ “OK. Uh ... a right, you know, is something we, ah, have by virtue of our humanity.” “Something like mortality, perhaps?” “No! No! Not that at all! A right is something . . uh . . like, everyone has a right to life.” “What does that mean?” “It means, uh, you know, that every one deserves to have a full, comfortable life that no one can take away from him.” “Do you mean that your right to life forbids that I deprive you of your life, even if I would like to?” “Yeah, that’s right.” “So a right, then, is moral in nature, a moral absolute. One may never violate it without inning against humanity.” “You ve got it, and by that definition, you are a big sinner.” “Well, once you have shown me what rights are, I can be sure not to violate them. Now tell me: is something like ho mosexuality wrong?” “You’re hopelessly old-fashioned if you persist in viewing things in black and white terms,” he snickered.“You can personally believe that homosexuality is wrong for yourself but cannot flatly state that it is wrong for everone else, too.” “Why not?” I asked. “Surely it is a perversion of nature of which we should heartily disapprove.” “You are a fossil. Don’t you know that everything, including right and wrong, is relative?” “I don’t understand how that makes homosexuality right,” I demurred. His expression warned me that I was se verely trying his patience. “It has been proven,” he began in a deprecating voice, “that there is no re vealed truth, and no absolutes. Every one has to make his own moral choices and cannot make them for others.” fuse me.” “Well, uh . . . you know, rights aren’t really absolute in the, uh, strictest sense of the word . ..” “On what, then, do you base a stable society if rights are not absolute? If ev eryone chooses for himself what is right and wrong, anarchy will prevail, and no body will be secure.” “You are mistaken in assuming that rights must be absolute in order to have a stable society,” he answered smugly. “Each society chooses standards by which to govern itself. These standards are a product in part of historical condi tions. Thus, what is right for one society at one time may be wrong for another at another time. Anarchy does not nec essarily follow.” “So individuals within a society are not completely free to choose to do whatever they want?” “No, of course not. Society establishes certain limits to preserve stability.” “Well, you certainly have answered that question convincingly,” I admitted. “Now you know why your pomposity in thinking you know what’s right is so reprehensible,” he declared tri umphantly. “Tell me something,” I said. “What do you think of Hitler?” “He was as bad as they come, though you’re trying.” “Why was he so bad?” “How can you ask that about a man who killed over six million people? Sanctioned cruel experiments on hu man guinea pigs? Made lampshades of human skin?!” he gasped. “What’s so wrong with that? You told me that each society was free to choose its own standards. Germany chose Hit ler and his program, which defined such actions as moral. How can you find fault with that?” “Do you dare to defend Hitler is such fashion? You really must be a Nazi!” “Based on what you’ve said, I should be asking you how you presume to pass judgment on another society,” I said. “In order to pass such judgment, you must have an absolute standard by which to judge, and such a standard you have claimed does not exist.” “It’s no use talking to you,” he fumed. “You are more closed-minded and intol erant than I thought!” “If you think I’m intolerant, it's good thing you haven’t read the Di ration of Independence lately. Y( would find it so full of offensive al lutes that you would probably want rewrite it. Perhaps you could begin, 1 consider these guidelines to be relar t j‘ t and open to question . “Don’t you think you’re taking this little too far?” he shouted. “After you are the one who threatens rights with your extremist malarkey! I sighed. “1 thought maybe youcoi teach me something new, but all« have done is convince me that your ception of rights is flawed. Ifyouriil Foi tern of morality grants a Hitler fn Sui reign, I want no part of it. It seems! 1 me that only absolute truths provide ^ firm basis for securing our lives, libe ties, and property f rom those wl would prey on them.” He soon fled, claiming he waslateli class, leaving me to continue wonder.: — how my traditional view of right ai wrong merited the label “Nazi." ver mo the Brian Frederick is a senior history b Russian major and a columnist forlt Battalion. “Wait a minute,” I cried. “You agreed earlier that a right was a moral absolute, and now you say there are no absolutes. Surely you are trying to con- Mail Call Super satire EDITOR: We must congratulate Brian Frederick for his pithy satire ol American right-wingjournalism. He’s captured the style well. He takes a pr mise such as “adversity builds character” and then finds examples we can ali relate to, i.e. “Don’t try to help the poor butterfly or it will never fly,” “I’m proud of that C,” and “The Corps develops character.” Then, just when you expect the usual Ward Cleaver moral-to-the-story, he takes the premise one step further into the ridiculous: “By voting all sorts of government assistance we murder the potential of the poverty-stricken masses for accomplishment.” -*** Some of our friends don’t recognize Mr. Frederick’s sharp wit. They ask, “How can he be so stupid?” or “What kind of parallel is that?” We tell them he is obviously an aspiring artist in the TRADITION of Karl Pallmeyer. Ed B. Calvin ’88 Frank J. Hobbs ’88 Continuing chaos EDITOR: I would like to take this opportunity to thank the A&M transportation department for totally screwing up the motorcycle/moped parking near Zachry. Not only did you limit the number of available spaces, but you also failed to provide an additional parking area. The complete chaos that existed there before still exists. Only now, the campus police have an excuse to write more tickets. Seems to me that our institution of finer learning is out to make some bucks. Would it have been so hard to add a few more spaces near the bike racks? And gee, with the additional parking more revenue could be raised by selling parking stickers. You know, M—O—N—E—Y! A little more thinking on your part would save many of us from the hassle that has been created. Sean Phillips ’90 Required reading? EDITOR: My compliments to Brian Frederick! Not only has he demonstrated a most perceptive and poignant insight into the key issues which limit the educational potential of the typical undergraduate, his writing illustrates a remarkable ability to get directly to the heart of the problem in a clear and effective manner. His columns should be required reading in all students — especially freshmen. Ron Darby professor of chemical engineering Blatant disrespect EDITOR: I was a guest at the Krueger Formal at the MSG Ballroom Nov. 7.1 was shocked by the blatant disrespect shown the traditions of the MSC. Two CT’s attended the formal in non-regs and wearing their cowboy hats. This inexcusable action was condoned by a senior in boots and a junior in midnights. Rather than cause a scene with their “buddies,” they let them desecrate the memory of fellow Aggies who were better men than this group of CT’s could ever hope to be. The Corps of Cadets at A&M is supposed to be the keeper of the traditions of the University. I think that they have forgotten that fact! Sam Hendricks ’86 Letters to the editor should not exceed300 words in length. The editorial staff reserves the right to edit letters for style and length, but will make every effort to maintain the author’s intent. Each letter must be signed and must include the classification, address and telephone number of the writer. G c t< Sewalfc© dkadidary CoMmitltee EmTirra THANK VOU. FOR NOT » SMOKING! ■rtr 'JUDGE KENNEDYi 1 1 Computer anxiety can make you feel like MUTILATING something A University of Connecticut study has indicated that at least 25 percent of the population suffers from something known as computer anxi ety. Put simply, the results of the study mean that 25 percent of us Lewis Grizzard feel like throwing up every time we hear about or are confronted with comput ers. Why is this? The .study answered that as well. It said computer phobia is caused by a number of things, such as the fear that computers might take one’s job, the fear that a person might not be able to learn to operate the computer successfully and even the fear of somehow breaking one of the expensive mechanisms. I suppose my friends and colleagues would find out sooner or later anyway, so I might as well go ahead and admit I am afflicted with computer anxiety my self. I do all my work on a 1959 model manual typewriter. It won’t do anything but type words on a sheet of paper, but that’s all I need it to do. “But with a word processor,” people say to me, “you can store information, edit your copy right there on screen, blah, blah, blah.” Yeah, and I could faint and break out in a painful rash, too. I’m not certain when I first developed computer anxiety. Perhaps it goes back to my freshman year in college. At regis tration they handed me a computer card for each class I selected. On each card were the ominous words DO NOT BEND, FOLD, STA PLE, SPINDLE OR MUTILATE. The card didn’t say what would hap pen to me if I BENT, FOLDED, STA PLED, SPINDLED OR MUTILATED them, but the inference was that if I did somehow commit one or more of those transgressions against a card, a harsh and swift penalty would be forthcom ing. I maintained a constant vigil over my cards, but one of my fellow students got strawberry jam on one of his. We never were quite certain what happened to him, but rumor circulated he was taken to a vacant warehouse and flogged with blackboard erasers. All those of us with computer anxief ask is that you try to understand us Don’t say things that might hurtoH feelings, such as referring to us * “backward” or “stupid” or “stubborn’ o “air-brained boobs.” We prefer to In called the “technically impaired.” Also, do not talk about computet when you are around us. We often tun violent when we tire of computer cot versation, and we start looking arouiit for somebody or something to FOLD, STAPLE, SPINDLE, OR TILATE. 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