The ones who stay in Omelas
Ursula Le Guin’s short story “The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas” contains a terrible moral conundrum. Many people have agonised over it: to my knowledge, no-one has solved it. Attempts that I have seen all in some way change the framing of the story, whether by justifying blood sacrifice, insisting that there must be a better way, or creating a better alternative. But if you change the framing, you have not solved the problem. You have avoided it.
As I read through Le Guin’s story to the end, I recognised the moral conundrum. It is similar to the one I posed in this piece. In Le Guin’s story, as in mine, the facts don’t matter. It is what people believe that matters.
In Le Guin’s story, millions of people believe their happiness and that of everyone they love – indeed, their very existence – depends on a child being condemned to live in darkness, pain and squalor. They accept that the child’s suffering is necessary, so they do nothing about it. Indeed, they contribute to it, for fear that, through a moment’s inattentive kindness, they might inadvertently bring about the destruction they fear.
I might say, “But the happiness of millions cannot depend totally upon the silent suffering of a single individual shut away from society. This is a myth. Why do you, intelligent people, believe this myth?”
But they will not answer. They believe, and that is all there is to be said.
I might say, “Our happiness and our pain stem from our relationships with each other. If we feel only happiness, and shut away our pain, our relationships are incomplete: we are only half human”.
Indeed, the moral dilemma in Le Guin’s piece is about whether to silence our consciences and numb our compassion for this child in the name of the “greater good”, and in so doing, make ourselves less than human; and if we cannot do this to ourselves, then what?
In Le Guin’s piece, as in mine, the majority chooses to allow the individual to suffer. Her piece is more problematic than mine: in mine, we know Jesus is blameless, but the crowd believes he is guilty and therefore demands his death. But in hers, the crowd knows the child is blameless, and yet demands that it suffers. In mine, too, Jesus is an adult who has voluntarily chosen the path that will lead to the cross. But Le Guin’s child did not choose. It was too young to make such a choice. It was chosen, and condemned.
It does not matter whether the myth people have been told – that if the child is rescued, or even treated with momentary kindness, the city will be destroyed – is true. It matters only that the majority believes it is true. Or even, that the majority believes the majority believes it is true.
While the majority believes the myth, or believes that it believes the myth, the child cannot be rescued, just as the fact that the crowd believed Jesus should die made it impossible for Pilate to rescue him.
So “the ones who walk away from Omelas” make the same choice as Pilate. Just as Pilate wanted to rescue Jesus, they want to rescue the child. But because the majority believes the child must suffer, they cannot rescue the child. They must either accept the horror or leave the game. Pilate washed his hands and let Jesus die. The ones who walk away leave the child to suffer. They have not solved the conundrum, they have avoided it.
Where do they go? We do not know. In their own way, they too are scapegoats, sharing the suffering and isolation of the child; Le Guin is at pains to emphasise that they leave alone. They seem to know where they are going, yes, but perhaps that is just “anywhere but Omelas”. They are single-minded in their determination to leave that terrible place, but once beyond the bounds of the city, they disappear from our sight. Maybe, like Schubert’s Wanderer, they wander joylessly through the strange land beyond the city, forever seeking happiness but condemned never to find it. “Where you are not, there is happiness,” as the last line of Lübeck’s poem says.
After reading Le Guin’s story, I asked myself what I would do. You will probably think me callous, but I quickly realised that there was no way I could rescue the child. I might personally believe the myth is nonsense, but I can’t fight the wrong beliefs of millions.
But I believe – I BELIEVE – with all my being, that buying our own safety and wellbeing by condemning others to pain and misery is wrong, and that happiness bought with the suffering of others is grotesque. I cannot blind myself to what I see, nor numb myself to what I feel.
So once I had seen the child – once I had been forced against my will to become one of its torturers – I could no longer bear to live in the terrible city that imprisons it. Not because of its suffering, but because of mine.
And so, perhaps, I would walk away from Omelas.
But I am uneasy. I cannot end the child’s suffering by walking away. And I cannot end mine, either. In my mind’s eye there will always be the image of that tortured child in its dungeon. So whether I stay or I go, I will forever be entangled in a web of pain and guilt. What benefit would there be in relinquishing the hedonistic pleasures of Omelas for the wilderness beyond its gates? I might find deprivation and isolation more soothing to my guilt-filled conscience than a summer party, but it will not relieve the child’s suffering. And when there are no parties to distract me, I would have to face the fact that I, coward that I am, walked away. Death might be preferable to living with such guilt.
It is perhaps not surprising, therefore, that Le Guin advances as justification for Omelans’ refusal to relieve the child’s torment that they perceive it as “less than human”, a disgusting object, fearful even of inanimate objects, unable to speak coherently. There is no point in caring about it; the child has been incarcerated so long that releasing it would bring it little benefit. And anyway, why would you destroy the happiness – even the lives – of millions of real humans to rescue a tortured subhuman?*
Or perhaps a curse. Curses typically involve some kind of taboo: doing this thing will instantly bring destruction. “The curse is come upon me!” cries the Lady of Shalott as she breaks the taboo that forces her to see the world only in a mirror. Dying, she leaves her tower, finds a boat and lets the river carry her to Camelot. The sight of her dead body floating through Camelot brings the Round Table’s summer party to an abrupt end.
The truth is, there is no escape from Omelas. Everyone – the suffering child, the ones who stay, and the ones who walk away – is bound by the curse. The ones who walk away reject the religion of Omelas, the rites and rituals that substitute for compassion. But they still believe the myth. And so they dare not do the forbidden thing. They dare not show compassion to the child. So although they walk away, in their minds they are still in Omelas.
I am ashamed.
Source: https://www.coppolacomment.com/2022/08/the-ones-who-stay-in-omelas.html
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i prayed to god many times to give me those 73+ million babies that have been aborted-told god i did not care what color or what they looked like–i would raise them all with love…god replied to me,” back off douglas,those babies are mine,right here with me”… oops! ok,i got it…but do what you may cop out…..