SMART...in a stupid world I could read newspapers on my fourth birthday. I was one of the youngest freshmen in MIT's class of 1946 at age 16. I always found school boring and dropped out at the first opportunity and went into the Navy near the end of WWII after my first fling at the jazz life. At first it was hard to realize that SMART qualified as a disability. I knew that my fellows treated me with a strange mixture of respect, disdain, and hostility. A similar thing happened when I was a bicycle messenger at an army quartermaster depot and zipped through a six hour featherbed assignment in 45 minutes - "don't do that, you'll spoil it for the rest of us." I heard that in the war plant where I thought we should all be doing our best to defeat Hitler but the union steward AND the shift manager told me to slow down. Our prejudices aren't confined to those we deem inferior, we also express bigotry against those who outperform us. We are infected with a disease whose symptoms include a lust for exclusivity. Even being elite qualifies one for ostracism but if we remember that the chairman of the board also fucks up a lot, we might have a healthier chance to move towards whatever it is we're moving towards. SMART is a peculiar thing because it depends on some fairly arbitrary norms. A visiting Martian might not think the ability to do crossword puzzles in ink was as significant as skill at arcade games. Mental tests are designed by people who belong to an elite group and have tried to get in a position that their tests are called "objective." In the uproar over "preferential hiring" the "angry white male" who scored higher on some "aptitude" test thinks that he somehow proved he was better qualified because the test was biased in his favor. IQ tests measure something, they just don't measure "intelligence" - whatever that is.