For five weeks we have been applying a test — a criterion of full personhood — and last week, for the first time, we let the people it sorts answer back. Tonight we turn to the other side of it: not the people the test is run on, but the people who wrote it.
You have probably been picturing them, if you have pictured them at all, as a kind of committee. Experts, in a room somewhere you have never been, who sat down one day and settled what a person is. And you have been waiting, six weeks now, to be shown that they got it wrong — that somewhere in their reasoning there is a flaw, and that once we find it the whole uncomfortable matter is settled and you can put it down.
It will not go that way. There was no committee, and no distant room. When you look at who decided that this one capacity — reason, self-government, holding your own life in your own mind — should be the thing that settles whether you count in full, you find something harder to live with than a panel of people who got it wrong. You find that they were, every one of them, exactly the kind of being the criterion counts as a full person.
Every one of them. The philosopher we met in week two, who built the idea of the person around self-awareness — a reasoning, reflecting adult, writing at a desk. The thinkers who came after him. The doctors who set "theory of mind" as the bar the child in the report failed. The lawmakers and examiners, the long line of people who built the picture of the full person that you inherited and have used your whole life. Every one of them a competent, reasoning, independent adult. And what did they write down as the definition of who fully counts? Competent. Reasoning. Independent. Adult. They looked at themselves, and called it the human standard.
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This is the sixth of eight episodes on who counts as a full person, and who gets to decide. Last week, for the first time in the series, the people the test sorts finally spoke, and we found that it reaches its verdict from outside, about an inner life it was never built to see. It came through that hour not refuted — but we could no longer treat it as a plain, neutral reading of the facts. Tonight we go further. We find out who devised it, and in whose image. And we find that the line it draws runs through the middle of your own life.
So that is tonight's work, and it is not what you came for. Not to prove the test wrong — we may not be able to. But to see where it came from, and around whose capacities it was built — and to watch what that does to you, once you cannot un-see it.
Start with what the opening leaves us holding. The people who built the account of the full person were, every one of them, the kind of being that account flatters. That could be a coincidence. It is not, and it is worth showing slowly why it is not, because this is the central step in the whole series, and the easiest one to nod along to without seeing what you have agreed to.
Go back to what the test actually says. A full person is a being that reasons, that is aware of itself, that can hold its own life in mind and manage it. Now ask a question almost no one asks, because said aloud it sounds nearly rude: of all the things a human life runs on, why that one? A human life runs on a great many capacities. We feel. We suffer, and can be comforted. We belong to people. We can recognise a face we love across forty years and a crowded room. We can be cared for, and we can care. Out of all of that, someone selected exactly one capacity — reason, self-government — and said: this is the one that decides whether you fully count. Everything else was treated as inessential.
Who would select that one? Turn the question around and it answers itself. Who would find it obvious — so obvious it barely needs arguing — that the capacity that matters most is the capacity to reason independently about your own life? Someone who is good at reasoning independently about their own life. That is who. The capacity they singled out and held up as decisive was the very capacity they themselves were strongest in.
There is an ordinary way to describe what has happened here. When someone sets out to describe the human being as such, and the description that results has their own strengths at its centre, their own kind of mind treated as the standard, and the people unlike them counted as marginal or left out altogether, it is not really a description of the human being as such. It is a description of its own authors. People strong in independent reasoning made independent reasoning the mark of full personhood — so the account reflects the people who devised it rather than being read straight off the human being as such. And the trouble with a description of yourself that has forgotten that is what it is, is that it gets treated as the measure of everyone — the standard against which everyone else is quietly checked, and found to fall short.
Let me bring in the philosopher who has made this case hardest. Her name is Eva Kittay, an American moral philosopher, and she is also the mother of a daughter, Sesha, who is profoundly cognitively disabled — who does not, and will not, reason independently about her own life in anything like the way the test demands, and who is, to her mother and to everyone who knows her, unmistakably and completely a person. Kittay did not reach this as a thought experiment. She reached it from inside her own family, and in her 1999 book Love's Labor she refuses to let philosophy look away from what she found there.
What she says is this. The independent rational agent — the self-governing chooser standing alone at the centre of the account — is a fiction. Not an idealisation: a fiction. No human being has ever been one. You were carried. Before you could reason about anything, before you could govern a single minute of your own day, you were fed and cleaned and kept alive, for years, by someone whose labour you can never fully repay and mostly cannot even remember. Kittay has a phrase for the fact the account leaves out. We are all, she says, some mother's child. Every one of us. The self-made independent adult was, without a single exception in the history of the species, first a helpless infant that someone else kept alive.
And she draws something hard out of that mild-sounding fact. If you were kept alive by someone's labour — and you were — then that labour is not a private favour your mother happened to do you. It is what every one of us required to be here at all, which means a decent society owes something in return: support for the people who do the caring, and for the people who need to be cared for. She calls that obligation doulia — care owed back for the care that made you. And notice who does most of that caring, in every society we know of, and who is paid least and seen least for it. The criterion did not only flatter the independent adult. It also left invisible the enormous, unglamorous, mostly unpaid work that produces every independent adult there has ever been — and we will come back, later in the series, to what it costs to keep that work out of sight.
Now consider what that does to the account. The test treats the profoundly dependent person — the disabled child, the woman in late dementia — as the hard case: the exception you have to find something to say about, off at the margin of a theory built for normal, independent adults. Kittay turns that around. The dependent person is not the edge of the theory. The dependent person is the standpoint from which you can finally see that the theory began in the wrong place. It took the most temporary, hard-won stretch of a human life — living independently for a few decades in the middle — and treated that narrow window as what a human being essentially is. Dependence is not the exception to the human condition. Dependence is the human condition. The fierce independence the criterion prizes is the exception: a brief, fortunate stretch in the middle of a life that begins and ends, and is interrupted all the way through, by total need.
Kittay hands us the fact: we are all some mother's child. The second voice tonight is rarer, and for a programme like this one it is worth dwelling on: a philosopher changing his mind, in public, about the very thing he was most known for.
His name is Alasdair MacIntyre. For most of a long career he was the leading modern defender of a very old idea — that a good human life is a life of the virtues, of human excellence, in a tradition running back to Aristotle. And Aristotle's picture of the excellent human being, the one MacIntyre spent decades restoring, was a particular figure: mature, rational, self-sufficient. The independent man who deliberates well, governs himself, stands on his own, owes no one. The virtues, on that account, were his virtues — courage, justice, practical wisdom, the excellences of a man who has himself well in hand.
Then, late in his career, MacIntyre wrote a book that revised it. It is called Dependent Rational Animals, published in 1999, and the title is the whole correction in three words. He looked again at the account he had spent his life defending — the self-sufficient man of virtue — and he saw what Kittay saw. It had left out most of every human life. It left out the years you were carried. It left out illness, and injury, and the ordinary exhaustion of a body, and old age. It left out the plain animal fact that we are creatures who break down and need tending and break down again. The independent citizen at the centre of his own life's work was, he acknowledged, an account that had quietly deleted the dependence that stands at both ends of every human life — and interrupts it throughout, and runs underneath it the whole way.
So he rebuilt it. The virtues we actually need, he said, are not only the virtues of the man who stands on his own. They are, just as much, what he called the virtues of acknowledged dependence — the excellences of beings who know they are vulnerable, who give care and receive it and are not ashamed to need it. Not a footnote for the unlucky, but the centre of the thing. The human being is not, first and really, an independent reasoner who now and then has the misfortune to fall ill. The human being is a dependent rational animal — dependent first, and reasoning within the dependence, not instead of it.
Now hold the two of them together, Kittay and MacIntyre, and hear the exact question they put to the test. Not "is the test wrong?" Something harder and quieter than that. The test singled out one capacity — reason, self-government — as the thing that decides whether you fully count. And the people who did the singling out were, every one of them, people who had it. So the question is this: of all the capacities a human life runs on, why did the one its authors most reliably possessed turn out to be the one they made decisive? Why reason — and not the capacity to be cared for? Not the capacity to be loved, to be missed, to belong to people who would carry you? Those are human too. We all have them. The dependent woman in the chair has them in full measure. Why did those capacities not make the cut?
You can see why. They did not make the cut because the people writing the test were strong in reason and reluctant to admit they had ever been carried, and the test came out shaped like its authors. The capacity singled out as decisive was the one the judges themselves reliably had. And once you have seen that, you cannot un-see it: the standard for who counts as fully human was not read straight off the facts of the human being. It was devised, by particular people, and it was built around the capacities those particular people happened to have.
So here we are, and you can see where this seems to be heading. Two serious philosophers have just shown that the test for who fully counts was devised by the people it flatters, and built around their own strongest capacity. The temptation now is strong, and it points in one direction: there — I knew it — the whole thing is a fraud, a grab for power dressed up as philosophy, and now we can throw it out.
I am not going to let that stand, because it is not true, and why it is not true is the crux of the episode. Consider what happens when the man from week three — the consistent one, who follows the test all the way to where you do not want to go — hears every word Kittay and MacIntyre have said. He does not flinch. He nods. And he replies, with a straight face, something you need to hear at full strength before you decide anything:
"Every word of that is right. We are all some mother's child. I was carried; I will be carried again at the end; I am being held up this very minute by people I have trained myself not to see. I never said otherwise. I never forgot it. But look carefully at what you have shown and what you have not. You have shown where the test came from. You have not shown that it is false. Yes, I have reason and self-government, and yes, that is part of why I prize them — but the fact that I would prize them anyway does not make them stop mattering. A capacity does not lose its moral weight because the people who first named it happened to have it. Show me that I am wrong about what is actually present in the woman in the chair — that is an argument, and I will answer it. 'You only believe that because of who you are' is not an argument. It tells me about the person making the claim. It tells me nothing about whether the claim is true."
Hear that, because it is the core of the whole night. He is right that he is not refuted. The dependency critique does not defeat him. It can grant everything — that we are all carried, that the criterion reflects the people who wrote it, that independence is the exception and not the rule — and he can accept all of it and answer, calmly, that personhood tracks the capacities a being actually has now, not the dependence it came out of or is heading toward. And that answer holds. Kittay and MacIntyre did not catch him forgetting that we are all dependent. He never forgot. They caught something else, and we have to be exact about what.
And while we are being exact: the dependency view owes him a reply too, and I have to say so, or I am cheating you in the other direction. It puts dependence back at the centre. But test it. Does "we are all dependent" earn the profoundly disabled woman full standing — the heavy kind, the kind whose wishes bind you, whose life is owed everything a person's life is owed — or does it earn her full care? Those are not the same thing, and the critique can slide from one to the other without noticing. And "we were all carried" can quietly cover over a difference it would rather not face: the difference between you, dependent for a stretch and reasoning in between, and someone dependent totally, and always. Kittay and MacIntyre shift the ground the whole question stands on. They do not, by themselves, draw the new line. They owe one too, and they have not yet produced it.
So no one won this hour. Let me be exact about what changed, because something did. The test did not lose the argument tonight. It lost something else — the same thing it began to lose last week, only more so. Last week you learned that it reaches its verdict without ever asking the witness. Tonight you learned who wrote it, and in whose image, and that the capacity it made decisive was made decisive by the people strongest in it. The test is not refuted. What is gone is your ability to pick it up as though it had no author — as though it were simply the neutral shape of the facts, and you simply the one who happened to read it off. It had authors. Particular people devised it. And you cannot go back to not knowing that.
And notice — this is the strange part, and it is the question we have kept returning to since the first week — none of this required us to settle what a person is. We never answered that. The deep question, the one we may never close, is exactly as open tonight as it was in week one. You can leave the whole metaphysics of personhood standing wide open and still find that you can no longer draw the practical line innocently — because the practical line is the one you actually draw, every day, on real faces, and now you know where your way of drawing it came from.
One thing is left tonight, and it is the one with your name on it.
Until now — for all six weeks — the line has run outward: from you, in the doorway, out to them. The grandmother. The child in the report. The woman whose chart says "gone." You have been standing on the deciding side of the test, looking across the line at the people whose standing is in question. Even tonight, even hearing all of this, some part of you has kept to the deciding side, treating yourself as the one who applies the test and never the one it is applied to.
Give up that seat, because one fact tonight makes it impossible to keep. The test the writers built around their own capacities — the one that measures full personhood by reason and self-government, held now — does not run between you and the hard cases. It runs through the middle of your own life.
You were on the far side of it once, for years. The test the consistent man would apply, honestly, today — self-aware, reasoning, holding your own life in mind — you failed every part of it as an infant, completely, and someone counted you anyway. Fed you before you could earn it. Kept you alive while you reasoned about nothing. And if your life is long enough — if you are fortunate enough to grow old rather than die first — you will be on the far side of it again. The reasoning will thin. The self-government will go. And some younger face, full of exactly the tenderness you feel now at your grandmother's bedside, will sit down beside you and apply the test. To you. The same test you are using this minute to decide about her. Handed on, unchanged, to whoever is sitting where you are sitting now — looking down, instead of across.
That is the thing a cold refutation could never have done to you, and the dependency critique does it easily. It does not defeat the test. It places you on both sides of it. The strong, deciding adult and the helpless one being decided about are not two kinds of creature. They are the same creature — you — at the two ends of one life, and the test you trust draws its line straight between them.
So here is what to carry out of tonight, and it is yours; I will not do it for you. Do not apply it to your grandmother this time. Apply it to yourself. Picture the version of you that is going to need to be carried — not a stranger, you, thirty or forty years from now, on a bad day near the end, the day your own mind will not do what the test asks of it. Now bring the test to that bedside. Say the rule aloud over your own future body — a full person reasons, governs itself, holds its own life in mind — and see the verdict it returns on you. And then ask the one question this hour has earned you the right to ask: is that a line you would still have drawn, back when you were strong enough to draw it, if you had known you were drawing it for the person you were going to become?
There is a quieter point underneath all of this, and I will only name it tonight, because we spend real time on it later. The self that did the carrying and the self that was carried are not separate from the person you are. You are not a self-made thing that unfortunately needed a hand at the start and will need one again at the end. You are made, all the way down, of what carried you. The independent chooser was never the deepest truth about you. It was the brief, fortunate stretch in the middle.
Let me be straight with you about where that leaves the test, because I am not going to pretend the argument collapsed tonight. It did not. The consistent man is still here, not refuted, still able to say — about your future body, about your grandmother, about every case we have touched — that judging a being by the capacities it actually has is not a prejudice; it is what taking it seriously as one individual, and not a category, consists in, and the fact that the line will one day fall on me does not make the line false. That is a real answer, and I will not insult it. He did not lose tonight. You did — you lost the one thing you walked in still holding: the idea that the test was simply the shape of the facts, and that your own face was not already among the cases it decides, on the side that fails.
That is the sixth of eight. Tonight you found out who devised the test, and you found that it runs through your own life. Next week we turn to a word you have been taking for granted underneath all of this — the word incapacity itself. All series we have spoken as if a person's incapacities are simply facts about their body, there to be measured straight off it, the way you read off a height. Next week we ask whether that is true — whether some of what the test reads as "can't" was put there, deliberately, by a world that was built one way and could have been built another. We have found who wrote the test. Next, we ask who built the surroundings it is applied in.
This is the sixth of eight.
Thanks for listening. I'll see you next time.