The human
urge to sack, defile, vandalize, despoil, tear down and raze has a long and ever-present history. Let’s distinguish it from a related crime, theft, which is most often motivated
by greed and envy. Heaving a brick through a window in order to steal a flat-screen
television is one thing; it almost makes sense. Pulling down the statue of someone about whom you know
little or nothing, and that was paid for with private or public funds, is quite another. There’s a blind hatred in many humans for
all that is sacred, noble and aesthetically pleasing. Such things reproach us and remind
us that we are not always worthy of them. Entropy never sleeps but its slow-grinding
work is accelerated by the human mania for desecration. The passage above is from
Burton’s Anatomy of Melancholy. He confirms what we already suspected --
vandals will not remain content destroying only inanimate objects:
“. . . senators
and cardinals themselves dragged along the streets, and put to exquisite torments,
to confess where their money was hid; the rest murdered on heaps, lay stinking
in the streets; infants’ brains dashed out before their mothers’ eyes.”
Once the
appetite for vandalism is whetted and goes unstanched, what’s next? Churches,
synagogues, libraries and schools, and then human beings, individually and in
groups. Murder is vandalism with its logic extended. Even the educated and
enlightened revel in the destruction, so long as it’s undertaken by proxies. Referring to Martin Luther in The Pleasure of Ruins (1953),
Rose Macaulay writes:
“Rome to him
had no virtues. He was, no doubt, of those who grimly rejoiced in the awful
sack and massacre by the Imperialist troops in 1527. This shattering event and
its consequences, while increasing the number of Roman ruins, for some years
kept visitors nervously away, as well as driving into exile and beggary
hundreds of the noble families and the scholars.”
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