Provided without comment. It's so obvious now it doesn't even bear mentioning but for ridicule.
What is
intelligence, anyway?
When I
was in the army, I received the kind of aptitude test that all
soldiers took and, against a normal of 100, scored 160. No one
at the base had ever seen a figure like that, and for two
hours they made a big fuss over me. (It
didn't mean anything. The next day I was still a buck private
with KP - kitchen police - as my highest duty.)
All my life I've been registering scores like that, so that I have the complacent feeling that I'm highly intelligent, and I expect other people to think so too. Actually, though, don't such scores simply mean that I am very good at answering the type of academic questions that are considered worthy of answers by people who make up the intelligence tests - people with intellectual bents similar to mine?
For instance, I had an auto-repair man once, who, on these intelligence tests, could not possibly have scored more than 80, by my estimate. I always took it for granted that I was far more intelligent than he was.
All my life I've been registering scores like that, so that I have the complacent feeling that I'm highly intelligent, and I expect other people to think so too. Actually, though, don't such scores simply mean that I am very good at answering the type of academic questions that are considered worthy of answers by people who make up the intelligence tests - people with intellectual bents similar to mine?
For instance, I had an auto-repair man once, who, on these intelligence tests, could not possibly have scored more than 80, by my estimate. I always took it for granted that I was far more intelligent than he was.
Yet,
when anything went wrong with my car I hastened to him with
it, watched him anxiously as he explored its vitals, and
listened to his pronouncements as though they were divine
oracles - and he always fixed my car.
Well, then, suppose my auto-repair man devised questions for an intelligence test.
Well, then, suppose my auto-repair man devised questions for an intelligence test.
Or
suppose a carpenter did, or a farmer, or, indeed, almost
anyone but an academician. By every one of those tests, I'd
prove myself a moron, and I'd be a moron, too.
In a
world where I could not use my academic training and my verbal
talents but had to do something intricate or hard, working
with my hands, I would do poorly. My
intelligence, then, is not absolute but is a function of the
society I live in and of the fact that a small subsection of
that society has managed to foist itself on the rest as an
arbiter of such matters.
Consider my auto-repair man, again. He had a habit of telling me jokes whenever he saw me.
Consider my auto-repair man, again. He had a habit of telling me jokes whenever he saw me.
One
time he raised his head from under the automobile hood to say:
"Doc, a deaf-and-mute guy went into a hardware store to ask
for some nails. He put two fingers together on the counter and
made hammering motions with the other hand.
"The
clerk brought him a hammer. He shook his head and pointed to
the two fingers he was hammering. The clerk brought him nails.
He picked out the sizes he wanted, and left. Well, doc, the
next guy who came in was a blind man. He wanted scissors. How
do you suppose he asked for them?"
Indulgently, I lifted by right hand and made scissoring motions with my first two fingers.
Indulgently, I lifted by right hand and made scissoring motions with my first two fingers.
Whereupon
my
auto-repair man laughed raucously and said, "Why, you dumb
jerk, He used his voice and asked for them."
Then he
said smugly, "I've been trying that on all my customers
today."
"Did you catch many?" I asked.
"Quite a few," he said,
"but I knew for sure I'd catch you."
"Because you're so goddamned educated, doc, I knew you couldn't be very smart."
And I have an uneasy feeling he had something there.
~from Isaac Asimov



















