Pro-mortalism strikes me as tricky position to defend, philosophically. Even
David Benatar, famous as he is for promoting antinatalism, won't touch pro-mortalism with a 10 foot pole, saying that "life is not worth starting", but if it's already started then it's not worth terminating.
(On a personal note, that made me lose a fair deal of the respect I had for Benatar's work.)
In any case, I don't have a fundamental problem with pro-mortalism. But it has a particular ethical implication that I haven't seen addressed in a convincing (to me, at least) way—how do you reconcile "ending all life to prevent suffering" with the mental suffering such a prospect would have on those who do wish to carry on living? The usual argument to that seems to be "once everyone is dead, they won't be able to care one way or the other", which is true enough. I suppose my issue is not with the results of pushing the button, but with how one could be so hubristically convinced that their position is correct, to the point where they'd feel justified in overriding the will and desires of close to 8 billion of other members of their species.
Now, is this an argument against pro-mortalism itself? I don't think so. Rather, I feel like it's a problem with how the argument has been formulated. Either way, it's something to think about.
Clearly a topic that demands more thoughtfulness than I have at my disposal today.
But offhand,
let's say there were ten people.
Myself excluded.
9/10 of those people wished to continue on existing until their natural end, they claimed to possess lives worth living and were adamant about the dreams they were in the process of fulfilling.
1/10 of those people were suffering immensely, they also once had dreams they were set on fulfilling, but such opportunities and luck were denied to them and now the only consolation they could hope for in their helplessness would be an external "act of God", a swift end to their harrowing predicament.
If you were to present me with a red button that would end the suffering of that one person out of ten people- with the caveat that it would also end the lives of the other nine people..
I would press the button.
Now include myself in there.
But offer me a fitting spot (fate) alongside either the 90% or the 10%…perhaps it's a coin toss.
Before the coin drops? The fear of the unknown..
I press the button.
After the coin drops, leaving me alike to the 10%?
Obviously I press the button.
After the coin drops, leaving me alike to the 90%?
Maybe I pause..maybe I feel the heat of my own desires and the prospect of bringing them into fruition..maybe I roll around the possibility of ignoring that lonely, tormented stranger before me..convince myself that it's okay to "take what's mine" while I deny any right to so much as a fraction of that..to that sole sufferer.
Personally..in the end, unless I had no qualms about living on as a raging, sadistic hypocrite..I'm going to press that button.
Change the percentages..I'm still going to press that button.
And if I did NOT press the button, it would have just as much-if not more-to do with my own hubris or selfishness as it would for believing I knew better in pressing it.
I mean you could also compare it to the abortion arguments, like 'The Violinist' thought experiment.
Excerpt from
Judith Jarvis Thomson: A Defense of Abortion:
-You wake up in the morning and find yourself back to back in bed with an unconscious violinist. A famous unconscious violinist. He has been found to have a fatal kidney ailment, and the Society of Music Lovers has canvassed all the available medical records and found that you alone have the right blood type to help. They have therefore kidnapped you, and last night the violinist's circulatory system was plugged into yours, so that your kidneys can be used to extract poisons from his blood as well as your own. The director of the hospital now tells you, "Look, we're sorry the Society of Music Lovers did this to you--we would never have permitted it if we had known. But still, they did it, and the violinist is now plugged into you. To unplug you would be to kill him. But never mind, it's only for nine months. By then he will have recovered from his ailment, and can safely be unplugged from you." Is it morally incumbent on you to accede to this situation? No doubt it would be very nice of you if you did, a great kindness. But do you have to accede to it? What if it were not nine months, but nine years? Or longer still? What if the director of the hospital says. "Tough luck. I agree. but now you've got to stay in bed, with the violinist plugged into you, for the rest of your life. Because remember this. All persons have a right to life, and violinists are persons. Granted you have a right to decide what happens in and to your body, but a person's right to life outweighs your right to decide what happens in and to your body. So you cannot ever be unplugged from him." I imagine you would regard this as outrageous -
https://spot.colorado.edu/~heathwoo/Phil160,Fall02/thomson.htm
(You need only move some components around and ask yourself..)
Why are all these people, present and future, bound to suffering just to fill the roles of necessary sacrifices for those who believe they have a right to life or to the spoils of said life, at another's expense?
Because ultimately, that's the inevitability of life, now and onward.
Some people will be forced to endure abject suffering in order for others to bask in anything outside of that.
Not only do human beings not live in a vacuum, devoid of collision or painful juxtaposition so as to never set off chain reactions or cause direct or indirect suffering to other people..but most of what makes life fulfilling to one person, can only result by starving something else of another person.
It doesn't matter how many safety measures or more compassionate methods of euthanasia are put into place.
Sure, it's a start, but when?
And who gets fucked over in the meantime?
Who is forced to suffer enough to require that option in the first place?
I know there is already a wealth of suffering at my own back, beneath my own feet.
Whether I had the means to make the most of my life or not, I resent being here for that fact alone.
You cannot have someone attempt to justify life or the continuation of a life, without them having to also admit some tandem and backwards permission & requirement of incredibly unwelcome suffering ahead, behind, or right alongside it.
There will always be someone out there whose only way out of the fucked up cycle, is someone or something pressing that red button.
(And on that note, those who would appreciate it being pressed are not necessarily denying anyone else any more than is being denied of them.)