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Civil Disobedience
Alienation
The American Dream
Civil Disobedience
Dark Humor
Death and Dying
Enslavement and Emancipation
Exploration and Colonization
The Grotesque
The Hero’s Journey
Human Sexuality
The Labyrinth
Rebirth and Renewal
Sin and Redemption
The Sublime
The Taboo
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Antigone (Sophocles) 31
“Antigone’s Unwritten Laws” by Victor Ehrenberg, in
Sophocles and Pericles (1954)
Acknowledgments 263
Index 265
the great creators called “cutting contests,” from Louis Armstrong and
Duke Ellington on to the emergence of Charlie Parker’s Bop or revi-
sionist jazz.
A literary theme, however authentic, would come to nothing
without rhetorical eloquence or mastery of metaphor. But to experi-
ence the study of the common places of invention is an apt training in
the apprehension of aesthetic value in poetry and in prose.
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Introduction
Gorman Beauchamp argues that both Eugene Zamiatin’s We
and George Orwell’s 1984 are dystopian novels in which
individuals perform acts of civil disobedience. According to
Beauchamp, these individuals mirror Adam’s disobedience
in the Garden of Eden. Beauchamp describes how literary
characters in these novels rebel against a tyrannical, God-like
state and, in doing so, fall from grace in dystopias that are
grotesque metaphorical Edens. Beauchamp articulates how
this rebellion mirrors the world as described by Freud’s Civi-
lization and Its Discontents, in which modern human beings,
constricted and suppressed by the social order, find their
source of discontent in civilization’s utopian dreams.
f
the most extreme form of étatisme, claiming for the State a godlike
efficacy. Like its predecessor in divinity, the State offers salvation, not
in the next world, however, but in this; not through eschatology, but
through utopianism.6 The State can effect the millennium, but only, of
course, if its creatures obey its dictates. The new god is not less jealous
than the old, and, like the old, aspires to omniscience and omnipo-
tence, for only with such divine powers can it know of and punish the
deviations of the sinner who would resist its enforced salvation. Thus
even the most benevolently intended utopias are, by the very nature
of their claims, totalitarian, demanding the ultimate concern of their
subjects and asserting ultimate control of their destinies.7
The dream of social redemption through the State, dawning
with such bright hopes in the decade of the French Revolution and
growing ever brighter through the nineteenth century, became for
many in the twentieth century a nightmare. The reasons are historical:
the rise of messianic totalitarian regimes, whose utopianistic schemas
resulted not in man’s salvation but his damnation. The more humane
among utopian thinkers would claim Nazism and Stalinist Commu-
nism to be aberrations, bastards rather than true heirs of Plato and
More and Wells; but Mumford has argued—correctly, I believe—that
these regimes arose logically from the assumptions of venerable
utopian ideals:
This conflict, then, that Freud postulated between the individual and
civilization adumbrates the central struggle in the dystopian novel:
mistake, from the most minute incorrect step” (p. 63). Like all good
Numbers, D-503 knows that We is of God, I is of the devil, and the
reports he hears of a secret organization that “aims at liberation from
the beneficent yoke of the State” (p. 34) puzzle and upset him. But just
as the United State has not succeeded in eradicating every vestige of
desire for freedom for all its Numbers, neither has D-503 succeeded
in eradicating all trace of his instinctual, irrational, “animal” nature. His
hands are covered with hair, “a stupid atavism,” and he hates having
anyone look at them; yet this atavism portends deeper, unconscious
desires—Freud’s instinctual drives—that are soon stirred to life in him.
He is tempted to taste the forbidden fruit of love, and he falls.
The Eve who seduces him to experience his own sexuality, and
concomitantly his individuality, is a dark, enigmatic Number, I-330.
D-503’s first encounter with this mysterious woman “had a strange
effect on me, like an irrational component of an equation which you
cannot eliminate” (p. 10). He becomes fascinated, however, with his
temptress, is lured by her to a secret rendezvous, offered a “forbidden
fruit,” which is liquor (“drink this charming poison with me”), and
succumbs: “Suddenly her arms were around my neck . . . her lips grew
into mine, even somewhere much deeper, much more terrible” (p. 53).
The experience proves a shattering one:
The other (unconscious) self emerging from the shell its civilization
had constructed around it begins now to dream, a state symptomatic
among the Numbers of mental disorder. And, indeed, by the utopian
standard of the United State, D-503 has become “sick.”18
faithful hurl their hatred. Then (Winston recounts of one such Hate)
“drawing a sigh of relief from everybody, the hostile figure melted
into the face of Big Brother . . . full of power and mysterious calm,
and so vast that it filled the screen . . . The little sandy-haired woman
had flung herself over the chair in front of her. With a tremendous
murmur that sounded like ‘My savior!’ she extended her arms to the
screen.”22 Julia, Winston’s Eve, explains “the inner meaning of the
Party’s sexual puritanism.”
It was not merely that the sex instinct created a world of its own
which was outside the Party’s control and which therefore had
to be destroyed if possible. What was more important was that
sexual privation induced hysteria, which was desirable because
it could be transformed into war fever and hero worship. The
way she put it was:
“When you make love you’re using up energy; and
afterwards you feel happy and don’t give a damn for anyone.
They can’t bear you to feel like that. They want you to be
bursting with energy all the time. All this marching up and
down and cheering and waving flags is simply sex gone sour. If
you’re happy inside yourself, why should you get excited about
Big Brother?” (pp. 110–11)
Winston hopes to be shot quickly, so that he will die still hating Big
Brother, still loving Julia. But O’Brien understands this, too. It is not
Winston’s life he wants, but his soul, what is “inside him.” Winston
thus must be made to betray Julia, for only then can he be made to
love Big Brother—must be emptied of one love to be filled with
another. So he is taken to Room 101.
“The thing in Room 101,” O’Brien explains, “is the worst thing in
the world,” each man’s innermost fear. “In your case the worst thing
in the world happens to be rats” (p. 233). The threat of having his
face devoured by the squealing rats sends Winston into sheer panic,
a panic that, as O’Brien had said, was beyond courage or cowardice,
beyond all rational choice.
NOTES
1. By “utopia” I should be understood to mean not every sort of
escapist eudaemonia where a miraculously rewrought mankind
lolls about in effortless contentment but only those imagined
societies that offer a systematic program for reshaping man’s
nature and restructuring his social relationships. In other
words, for an image of man remade to be legitimately utopian,
an at least theoretically viable methodology for effecting this
remaking must be explicit, whether a political methodology (as
in Plato) or a psychological methodology (as in Skinner).
2. Sigmund Freud, Civilization and Its Discontents, in The
Standard Edition of the Complete Psychological Works of Sigmund
Freud, trans. James Strachey, XXI (London, 1961), 115. This
work is the locus classicus of Freud’s views on the individual’s
conflict with civilization, but also see The Future of an Illusion,
also in the Standard Edition, XXI, 5–20, and the studies
of two neo-Freudian social thinkers: Norman O. Brown,
Life against Death: The Psychoanalytic Meaning of History
(Middletown, Conn., 1959), and Herbert Marcuse, Eros and
21
I.
One episode early in the book that is especially relevant to the themes
of personal conscience and civil disobedience is the scene in Chapter 6
in which Pap Finn, Huck’s drunken and ne’er-do-well father, protests
vociferously against the “ govment” (33). One might assume that any
attack on governmental authority is a text-book example of at least
potential civil disobedience, but Twain makes it clear that Pap is
motivated not by any claims of selfless conscience but by pure and
naked self-interest. Pap is angry that Huck—who has been adopted
by the Widow Douglas and whose money is under the protection
of Judge Thatcher—has slipped out of his fathers total control. Pap
excoriates the “ govment ” because he thinks it has robbed him of a
piece of valuable personal property (“ a mans own son ”), and indeed
he speaks of Huck almost as if Huck were a slave: “Yes, just as that
man has got that son raised at last, and ready to go to work and begin
to do suthin for him and give him a rest, the law up and goes for him.
And they call that govment! ” (33). Pap Finn may be protesting against
the law, but he does so only because the law has failed to benefit his
very narrow self-interests; it has (he thinks) denied him his “ prop-
erty ” and trampled on his “ rights ” (33). Paps treatment of Huck as
a kind of slave is made even more obvious when Pap next objects to
the governments excessively lenient treatment of a “ free nigger ” (34).
Twain describes how Pap beats Huck and keeps him locked up (29),
much as Jim is beaten and imprisoned later in the book. Moreover,
Pap condemns Huck for being well dressed and “ educated ” (24) in
much the same way that he later condemns an educated and well-
dressed “ free nigger ” (33–34). Pap, then, despite his protests against
the “ govment,” is hardly an exemplar of civil disobedience. He is not
motivated by conscience, by concern for others, or by obedience to
some higher principle. He is utterly selfish, and his attack on the “ free
nigger ” is one of the many moments in this novel in which Twain
obviously mocks racism and satirizes racial prejudice. Pap expresses
contempt for education, but one of his own chief functions in the
novel is to help educate readers about the idiocy and viciousness of
racial prejudice and about the injustice and irrationality of slavery.
By presenting such a blatantly unattractive advocate of racism and
slavery, Twain condemns both.
In contrast to Pap, Huck’s biological father, is Jim, who eventu-
ally becomes Huck’s surrogate father. Jim has a highly developed
conscience and is very capable of genuine civil disobedience. Jim
proves his willingness to break the law, of course, when he runs away
after overhearing that Miss Watson may be intending to sell him (53).
Huck, having himself just escaped from a kind of slavery, now adheres
to his own private vow and to his own sense of personal honesty by
repeatedly promising not to reveal Jim’s secret (53–54). Both the boy
and the man, then, are already engaged in acts of civil disobedience,
and Huck is already acting on behalf of another and at the behest
of his own conscience. Although Jim may seem at first to be acting
here mainly to protect himself, eventually it becomes clear that one
of his chief motives is to win the freedom of his wife and children. In
Chapter 16, he explains to Huck that the first thing he intends to do
when he gets to a free state is to work to earn enough money to “buy
his wife; and then they would both work to buy the two children; and
if [the children’s] master wouldn’t sell them, they’d get an abolitionist
to go and steal them” (124). Jim is perfectly willing to disobey the law if
doing so is the only way he can help others; his personal flight toward
freedom is fundamentally a way of making sure that he can eventually
free his family. Huck is shocked by such talk; it troubles his conscience,
but by this point the irony of Huck’s references to his conscience is
clear. We realize that by violating the laws and teachings of his society,
Huck is actually doing the right thing. We understand that by trans-
gressing against the kind of “conscience” society has tried to instill in
him, he is actually obeying a higher kind of conscience. When Huck
eventually decides that he would rather “ go to hell” than turn Jim in
(271), the irony of his words is obvious. By choosing civil disobedi-
ence, Huck obeys a higher, truer kind of conscience and is adhering
to a higher, truer kind of law. Here and repeatedly throughout the
book (see, for example, HF 104–05, 201–02, and 289–90), both Huck
and Jim are depicted as characters who are capable of learning from
their own mistakes, empathizing with others, and acting on the behalf
of others. Both the boy and the man are capable not only of under-
standing but of practicing ideal civil disobedience.
II.
It is the sudden reappearance of Tom Sawyer, in the novel’s final
chapters, that has disappointed numerous readers of Twain’s novel.
The enormously complicated “evasion” scheme cooked up by Tom
to free Jim from captivity (which is accepted by Huck and, perforce,
by Jim as well) has struck many readers not only as overlong (and
thus as tedious and tiresome) but also as morally disappointing and
aesthetically ineffective (see, for example, Leonard et al.). Many
readers wish that Huck had taken a more active hand in freeing Jim
more quickly and with far less rigmarole; many readers feel that Tom,
Huck, and even Twain are guilty of demeaning Jim by treating him
as an amusing plaything rather than as the dignified human being
the rest of the novel often shows him to be. The final chapters have
become a major source of critical controversy, and few are the critics
who feel entirely happy with Twain’s artistry or moral judgment in
this section of the novel.
However, the final chapters of Huck Finn can also be read as delib-
erately unsettling, disturbing, and provocative. By the time one reaches
Chapter 33, which describes Tom’s arrival at the Phelps farm (where
Jim is being held captive), a thoughtful reader is in a position (thanks
to everything that has preceded that chapter) to appreciate the text’s
rich resonances and multiple ironies. Twain doesn’t need to spell out
the ironies and moral “lessons” these chapters present; an alert reader
will be able to infer them for himself.
When Tom first meets Huck (who Tom, along with practically
everyone else who knows Huck, thinks is dead), Tom immediately
suspects that he is dealing with a ghost—which is precisely the same
as Jim’s reaction when he first encounters Huck on Jackson’s Island
in Chapter 8 (51). Our sense of any fundamental human similarity
between Jim and Tom is soon subverted, however, when Tom begins
concocting his elaborate, self-centered, and therefore bogus plan for
civil disobedience—a plan that is a shallow parody of the genuinely
selfless acts of actual or planned civil disobedience by Huck and Jim
that have gone before.
Indeed, Tom’s plea to the supposedly ghostly Huck (“ Don’t you
play nothing on me, because I wouldn’t on you” (283) ) seems espe-
cially ironic, because it is only a few lines later that Tom deliberately
does “ play” something on Huck by failing to reveal the crucial fact
that the imprisoned Jim was freed months ago in the will of the now-
dead Miss Watson. Instead of simply and plainly telling Huck that
Jim is already legally free, Tom stops himself and goes “to studying”
(284), much as Huck himself had “studied a minute” earlier in the
book (270), right before he decided that he would rather go to hell
than betray Jim. The ironic parallel between these two scenes (one
boy chooses to act on Jim’s behalf; the other chooses to treat Jim as a
plaything) is enhanced all the more when Tom next volunteers to help
Huck steal Jim. This offer would seem to be an admirable act of civil
Tom’s conduct is “outrageous” (293) and readers will have to agree, but
not in the sense Huck intends. Similarly, when Huck next says that
he wanted to act as Tom’s “true friend” and urge him to “save himself,”
readers cannot help but note, after reading the novel’s conclusion, how
false a friend Tom himself turns out to be (both to Huck and to Jim),
and how implicitly selfish his conduct. As Tom himself asks Huck,
with probably unintended irony, “ Don’t you reckon I know what I’m
about? Don’t I generly know what I’m about?” (293). Tom does know
what he’s about (i.e., lying both to Huck and to Jim), and it is precisely
that fact that makes his conduct so troubling.
As these examples illustrate, readers alert to the moral complexi-
ties of the final chapters will perceive many more resonances in Twain’s
language than are immediately obvious. One effect of the complexity
of Tom’s plans is to enhance our sense of the complexity of Twain’s
artistic design. The novel is more, not less, aesthetically sophisticated
thanks to Tom’s evasion; certainly it provokes (and even demands) a
more active kind of reading than a simpler and less morally disturbing
ending would have elicited. Some of the complexities that Twain
achieves can be glimpsed in Chapter 42, which focuses on the nearly
tragic aftermath of the evasion’s collapse. By this point, Tom has
been shot, and Jim, because of his unwillingness to desert Tom in his
time of need, has been recaptured and brutalized. By this point, too,
the ironies built into the text have become so blatant, so blindingly
obvious, that they must have been intentional. In fact, the existence
of such transparent ironies strongly suggests that the whole design of
the entire “evasion” section is deliberately ironical. Chapter 42 seems
intended to provoke such clear outrage in any morally sensitive reader
that it is difficult to believe that this was not Twain’s precise purpose
in composing the whole last portion of the book.
Thus, when Twain (via Huck) reports that some of the white
captors “wanted to hang Jim . . . [for] making such a raft of trouble,
and keeping a whole family scared most to death for days and nights”
(352), the outrage that this statement provokes in any morally sensi-
tive reader is both undeniable and double-edged: Not only do the
captors seem cruel, but the phrasing implicitly reminds us that it was
Tom, not Jim, who was responsible for scaring the Phelps family, and
indeed for all the other pain caused by the scheme. Any reader who
may, before this point, have simply been enjoying Tom’s cleverness
and ingenuity now is suddenly brought up short by the possibility that
Jim may die due to Tom’s schemes gone bad. Most readers, however,
will have become morally uncomfortable with Tom’s cleverness long
before now, and that is precisely the effect Twain intended. What
began as a lark for Tom now is darkly dangerous, and Twain’s irony
is patently obvious. Similarly ironic is the ensuing report that some
of the whites “said, don’t do it [i.e., hang Jim], it wouldn’t answer at
all”—advice that at first seems rooted in basic decency and empathy
until the sentence concludes as follows: “he ain’t our nigger, and his
owner would turn up and make us pay for him, sure” (352). Once again
the irony is stunning, and the clearly implied indictment of the whites’
racism and materialism impossible to overlook.
The sophistication of the syntax in the sentence just quoted—a
sentence in which Twain first seems to suggest that the whites are
decently motivated and then undercuts any optimistic assump-
tions about their character—is soon mimicked in another sentence.
Huck reports that the disappointed whites “cussed Jim considerable,
though”—an outcome that seems mild in contrast to the abandoned
plan of hanging; but then the sentence continues as follows: “and
[they] gave him a cuff or two, side of the head, once in a while” (352).
The cruelty of these farmers, who probably consider themselves “good”
men and “good” Christians in normal life, is clearly ironic. So, too, are
the conduct and statements of the kindly doctor who initially treats
Tom’s wound. At first he commends Jim for his faithfulness to Tom,
commenting, “ I liked the nigger for that,” but then he continues: “ I tell
you, gentlemen, a nigger like that is worth a thousand dollars—and
kind treatment, too” (353). This sentence is skillfully constructed:
it seems to begin with genuinely kind (if patronizing) sentiments,
then it switches to naked materialism, and then it switches back to
apparent kindness. The sentence is typical of the complex aesthetic
and moral effects Twain achieves in the final chapters of Huckleberry
Finn, especially in Chapter 42. There are many more examples of this,
but by now the basic point is clear: The “evasion” chapters in general,
and Chapter 42 in particular, seem to have been designed by Twain
to provoke an ever-increasing sense of moral outrage and revulsion in
his readers concerning the treatment of Jim. Readers who have paid
attention to earlier depictions of moral behavior (by such characters
as Huck and Jim) and immoral behavior (by such characters as Pap
Finn and the Duke and Dauphin) will now be in a good position to
notice the subtle ironies embedded in the “evasion” chapters almost
from the start. Readers who are reading the book for a second time
will be especially well positioned to notice and appreciate those subtle
ironies. And, by the time we reach the second half of Chapter 42, the
ironies have become so numerous and so insistent that they are almost
impossible to ignore.
Huckleberry Finn is a novel in which the potential for true acts
of conscience—and thus for true civil disobedience—is presented
both straightforwardly and in parody. Huck and Jim (in particular)
are revealed, in the first two-thirds of the book, as characters who are
capable of truly conscientious behavior and therefore of genuine civil
disobedience. In contrast, Pap Finn and Tom Sawyer are presented
as characters who are more than willing to break rules and disobey
laws, but only for corrupt or self-serving purposes. Part of what makes
Huckleberry Finn such a morally complex book is its depiction of the
ways in which Huck, by acquiescing so fully in Tom’s schemes in the
final chapters, loses some of the respect he has previously won from
readers impressed by his acts of genuine civil disobedience. It is Huck
himself, of course, who, as the narrator of the novel, depicts himself as
partly the unwitting dupe of Tom’s schemes, but partly also as Tom’s
willing accomplice. And it is also Huck, as narrator, who constructs
the book in such a way that finally makes Jim, and Jim alone, seem
the true embodiment of genuine conscience in a novel in which
conscience is such a major and explicit theme.
Introduction
In this chapter from his book-length study of Sophoclean
drama and the development of secular law in ancient Greece,
Victor Ehrenberg asserts that Antigone is one of the earliest
texts to deal with the conflict between rationally derived human
law and the divinely given “unwritten” law. The discrepancy
between human law and the “unwritten” dictates of conscience
is, as Thoreau makes quite clear in his landmark essay, at the
heart of any act of civil disobedience. Though careful not to
reduce Sophocles’ characters and their conflicts to a personi-
fied clash of ideas, Ehrenberg writes that the conflict between
Antigone and Creon is a conflict between “two fundamental
concepts of the order of the world”: Antigone piously honors
the “unwritten law” of the gods by burying her brother; Creon,
by preventing the performance of burial rites and punishing
Antigone for carrying them out, insists on the primacy of
human authority and law over irrationality, cultural tradition,
and the edicts of the gods. Thus Antigone, in accord with her
Ehrenberg, Victor. Sophocles and Pericles. Oxford: Oxford Blackwell, 1954. 28–
37, 54–61.
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Death and the dead impose on living men and women the most sacred
duties, and these duties are in the very centre of the eternal and divine
laws. It is in no way accidental that the sacred rites due to the dead play
a prominent part in several of Sophocles’ plays. When the Atridae give
orders that Ajax’s body shall remain unburied they outrage the ‘laws of
the gods’.1 Zeus, ‘unforgetting Erinys and fulfilling Dike’, would have
punished them, had not Odysseus prevented the crime (1390ff ). Simi-
larly, whatever interpretation is given to the struggle between Antigone
and Creon, her reference to the ‘unwritten laws’ is the point on which
it is focused. This is the earliest extant, and at the same time the most
famous, example of the unwritten laws, which above all include the
sacred rituals and obligations owed to the dead by their kith and kin.
They were the laws ‘which Hades desires’ (519), and Antigone, in her
conflict with the law and the ruler of the State, appeals to them.2 To
bury the dead is not a demand of human ethics, nor even a general rule
of human society. It is necessary in order to avoid religious pollution.
No one can be more eager to avoid pollution—of the State as well as of
himself—than Creon when Antigone’s death is concerned (775f, 889).
He thinks differently in the case of Polyneices because he who led an
army against Thebes is a traitor to his country.
According to Athenian law, no man convicted of treason was
allowed to be buried in Attic soil.3 Although the law had hardly
been applied for some time, the audience would probably feel that
the Atridae in Ajax and Creon in Antigone in acting as they did had
some justification. Ajax who had desired to kill the Greek leaders, and
Polyneices who had attacked his native city, were traitors and there-
fore might have to suffer the evil due to them.4 On the other hand,
in Ajax there can really be no question that right is not on the side of
the Atridae. Although that does not mean that Creon must be equally
wrong, it leaves no doubt about the moral issue. The religious duty to
bury a body, a duty particularly of the kinsfolk, was quite definite, and
Creon’s announcement made it even impossible to bury Polyneices
outside Theban territory. In war, a defeated invader would usually take
his dead with him; when this could not be done it was appropriate for
The stanzas following depict the sinner against these laws, the man
full of hybris which ‘begets the tyrant’. The chorus prays that the Polis
may keep its old traditions. The god must remain the State’s prostates,
its guardian and leader. For if this is not so, if impiety takes hold of
the city, then, the chorus sings, ‘what need I dance?’ (896). Then its
service in honour of the gods has become senseless. In obvious retort
to Iocaste’s sceptical utterances on the value of Apollo’s oracles, the
chorus appeals to Zeus to show his power and the truth of the oracles:
‘No longer Apollo is honoured, worship is dead.’ 18
The song does not repeat the striking mention of the unwritten
laws, but their spirit could hardly be made more manifest. Not only
does the poet stress, once more and with words of the most emphatic
conviction, that the world in general as well as the Polis are ruled
by eternal and divine laws, and that the political ruler who does not
submit to them will become unjust and a tyrant. We can also discover,
under the beautiful veil of poetry, the features of a code of belief
and behaviour which is opposed to all only man-made beliefs and
rules. The eternal laws are the rules of a world, of a kosmos, of divine
ordering and man’s pious devotion, not of human morality and polit-
ical common sense. When the Sophists discovered ‘natural law’, they
denied the traditional (and Sophocles’) divine order. For Sophocles
there was only Oneness, unity: nature was divine, physis was nomos.
In opposing the unwritten laws to Creon’s decree Sophocles
made what could perhaps be called a logical mistake. Not the
slightest hint is given, and it is in itself entirely unlikely, that Creon’s
law was written law.19 It was a κήρυγμα, a pronunciamento or procla-
mation. Taken quite literally, there was no conflict between written
and unwritten laws. Sophocles uses the expression agrapta nomima
in a way suggesting that it was not a newly invented phrase. It is
certain that in fifth-century Greece most laws were regarded as valid
just because they were written.20 Creon’s decree is fundamentally of
the same kind, and Sophocles’ mistake (if we may call it so) is easily
explained. He did not invent either the phrase or the matter, but he
used the concept in his own way and to his own purposes; in fact, it
was probably he who gave it its most forceful expression. Heraclitus
was perhaps the first to speak of one divine law from which all
human laws derive. He coined a striking phrase for the idea which,
however vaguely, was generally held, that all law was of divine origin.
During the sixth and the fifth centuries, with the growing separation
SOPHOCLEAN RULERS
The maxims which King Creon proclaims in his first speech as well as
further on are the words of a man who takes the principles of ruling
seriously. He will follow good counsels and therefore grant free speech
(178), he puts State and country above everything (182ff ), and when
he announces his fateful decree he claims to be governed by purely
patriotic and moral motives (207f ). To him it is therefore criminal
and wanton to transgress the laws set up by the rulers of the State,
even though these laws may be petty and unjust (481, 663ff ). He
struggles for πειθαρχία, obedience to the ruler, against anarchy (672,
676). The point in all this is not so much whether he is sincere and
remains faithful to his principles (though this too is important), but
the fact that Creon’s maxims, if taken at their face value, are morally
sound but reveal the complete lack of any divine sanction. He lives in
a world in which the gods have no say, a world of purely human and
political standards.
We have emphasized before that the deepest roots of the conflict
between Antigone and Creon are to be found in the complete incom-
patibility of their spiritual worlds. Creon is neither simply ‘the typical
tyrant’ nor just the representative of the State. In either view there is,
of course, some truth, and that is why the one or other has often been
claimed as the one and only fact which explains Creon. Tyrant and
State-bound though he is, the basis of his ‘political’ position is that
he lives in a world alien and opposed to that of Antigone. To him
religious duties are secondary to the supreme sovereignty of the State
(e.g. 745, 775ff ) and to the standards of human and political ethics
(207ff, 514ff, 730ff ). He wants to prevent the pollution of the city
(776), because the unharmed greatness of the State is his chief aim,
but his claim that men cannot pollute the gods (1044) is a household
thought, well known from Euripides, of those who are fighting the
old religion; they put the divine powers, if they still acknowledge
them, so high above the human level that the link between men and
gods breaks and the gods are powerless and meaningless.
Creon denies the very foundations of religion when he refuses to
admit the right of honouring those in Hades (780). The order of the
world includes necessarily the dead, but only in so far as the living,
and in particular the rulers among men, consent. The gods of the
State, as Creon understands them, follow the principles of patriotism
haughty men are punished with great blows, and thus teach wisdom
to old age.’ These passages are forceful enough to leave no doubt about
the true meaning of the issue. Piety and wisdom are one, for true
wisdom realizes the divine order of the world.
There is no question of being more or less prudent and wise. All
attempts to make Antigone’s lack of wisdom, her rashness and stub-
bornness, the real cause of her tragedy, are utterly mistaken. Her ‘lack
of wisdom’ is, in fact, true wisdom, although her singlemindedness is
accessory to her personal disaster. What Sophocles fights is wisdom as
purely human reason and intellect. There is, on the one side, a young
girl, heart and soul at one with the divine order of the world, bound
to her kith and kin by strong emotion as well as sacred tradition, and
with the heroic devotion that only a woman is able to display. There
is, on the other side, an old man, proud of his brain as well as his
power, relying on nobody and nothing but himself as the ruler and
representative of the State, blind and blasphemous, but convinced of
the truth and value of his political law (though, as eventually shown,
not in the same degree) as Antigone is of her unwritten laws. Behind
and beyond the two characters the fundamental contrast can always
be seen.
One or two examples will make it clear that some of the obvious
‘truths’ about this tragedy are only part of the truth. There can be
no doubt, for instance, that the contrast between family and State is
of importance. In the notorious and much disputed lines (905ff ) in
which Sophocles reflects one of Herodotus’ stories, Antigone makes a
strange, though no less significant, attempt at justifying her action by
emphasizing that she had to break the law of the State because she
was faithful to the law of ‘love’ between brother and sister, the sacred
obligations of close kinship, of that tie of blood which, if lost, can
never be restored.28 The very fact, however, that in these lines of poor
poetry but strong reasoning, Antigone, up to a point, acknowledges
the duty of obedience to the State makes it quite clear that it is not
the State as such that is opposed to the demands of the family, but
that State only which neglects the higher laws of piety.
Another example is even closer to our particular questions. Creon
certainly is a tyrant. His doctrinairism, his extreme trust in his own
infallibility, his sudden fits of rage, his blind actions, his readiness in
suspecting treason—all these may be called qualities, at least some
undoubtedly typical qualities, of a tyrant. The whole atmosphere
of court and city is such that we are all the time aware of a ‘tyran-
nical’ or, to say the least, of a forceful and violent ruler. The effects
of his personality on the citizens of the chorus are manifest, and the
slightly comical figure of the guard shows the impact of the tyrant on
an ordinary human being who, above all, wants to save his own skin.
There is probably none of the famous tyrants of history to whom we
could compare Creon, but a tyrant he is. We can perhaps say that the
picture which the fifth century had in general of a tyrant was largely
that of a man who set his own power and ambition over and against
any other claim, in particular the claim of justice, and served his own
aims and desires irrespectively of any moral standards. As soon as this
picture rose above the level of merely popular opinions, it provided
material to be shaped by the more extreme theories of the Sophists.
Sophocles drew up a character, not a mere résumé of certain doctrines.
His deep psychological insight is, for instance, displayed in the way
Creon expresses his hatred of the idea of being overcome by a woman;
it is the outburst of a man who wants to compensate for some inward
weakness by special manliness and cruelty (484f, 525, 579, 756). But
that man would still be a tyrant. Creon, however, is at the same time
something else.
If his decree were only the result of tyrannical arbitrariness, it
would not mean very much, and Antigone would not be the great
tragedy it is. Melodramatic tyrants like Lycus in Euripides’ Heracles
are impossible in a Sophoclean play. Creon is, in fact, the legitimate
king, and this very fact is the basis of both his position in the State
and his own proud consciousness of this position. He has a firm and
genuine, if narrow, belief in the supreme importance of the State. As
the State has become absolute, it is only natural that the head of the
State is absolute as well. L’État c’est moi is the inevitable expression of
totalitarian absolutism. In identifying himself with the State (738),
Creon displays a genuine will to strengthen it (191); equally genuine
is the ethical force which compels him—without any prospect of
personal or general advantage—to distinguish between the dead man
who fought for his city, and the other who fought against it (207ff ).
It is his honest conviction that only wanton insolence will break the
existing laws of the State (481). The same man who holds the citizens
in such fear that they dare not speak their own mind (504ff, 690ff )
proclaims that he regards it as a sign of a bad ruler not to listen to
anybody’s free speech and good counsel (178ff ). He has conceived a
NOTES
1. Aj. 1129ff, 1343
2. I believe that the uniform reading of the mss. is right, and not
the correction by more recent scholars.
3. Thuc. I 126, 12. 138, 6. Plut. Sol. 12, 4, and especially Xen. hell.
I 7, 22. Cf. W. Vischer, Kleine Schriften II, 632ff.
4. Ant. 10
5. Dem. XLIII 57f. I owe this quotation to Bowra, [Sophoclean
Tragedy (1944)] 92. But according to him (98ff ) the unwritten
laws, at least ‘in ordinary life and among more ordinary people’,
were concerned mainly with the ties of family. Apart from the
vagueness of what he calls ‘ordinary’, I do not think his view
is supported, as he claims, by the discussion of Socrates and
Hippias in Xen. mem. IV 4, 19f, about incest between parents
and children. This (hardly ‘ordinary’) example is used to show
the relevance of only one of the three commandments [ . . . ]
6. Bowra, 96, writes: ‘She does the last services to Polyneices
because she loves him and because the gods demand it’. I think
the order of these two motives ought to be reversed. Cf. also
Mary R. Glover, CR. 42 (1928), 97ff.
7. Cf. A. Lesky, Hermes 80 (1952), 95ff. But the curious analogy
Aj. 1376ff should not be quite forgotten.
8. Cf. Reinhardt [Sophokles (1947)], 86. The argument is confirmed
by the fact that it is Dike, usually πάρεδρος Διός (cf. my
Rechtsidee im frühen Griechentum. 67ff ), who has become the
representative of the nether world.
9. It would be in accordance with this essential fact if the lines
853ff are to be understood as Lesky understands them (l.c.
91ff ) that Antigone, ‘overcoming the menace of human power,
has boldly advanced to the throne of Dike’. But I am not sure
whether his interpretation is right. [ . . . ]
10. Cf., e.g., Jebb: ‘The simplicity of the plot due to the clearness
with which two principles are opposed to each other . . . the
duty of obeying the State’s laws . . . and . . . the duty of listening
to the private conscience’. An awe-inspiring survey of all, or at
least most of, the interpretations of the play is given by Mrs.
M. K. Flickinger in her otherwise quite unimportant thesis,
“The ‘AMAPTIA of Sophocles’ Antigone’ (Iowa Studies in Class.
Phil. II, 1935). Cf. also L. Bieler, Antigones Schuld (1937).
11. That is what in my view happened to the subtle interpretation
by H. D. F. Kitto, Greek Tragedy (1950), 123ff. Whitman, on the
other hand, rather disappointingly, sees ‘nothing tragic or even
morally interesting about Creon’ ([Sophocles (1951)] p. 90).
12. Quoted from my Aspects of the Ancient World. [Oxford: Basil
Blackwell, 1946] 149.
13. The same essential contrast can be found, e.g., between
Sophocles’ and Euripides’ Heracles tragedies; cf. my Aspects, 164.
14. Cf. Bowra, 366: ‘The conflict in Sophoclean tragedy is mainly
between divine and human purposes’; cf. also p. 380.
15. Bowra, 65f, partly following A. C. Bradley, tries to show that
Hegel did not ‘maintain that Creon and Antigone were equally
right in the eyes of their creator’, but used Antigone as an
illustration only of his general view of human existence. I cannot
accept this distinction. When Hegel chose Antigone to confirm
his philosophy, the play was for him a reality. The poet, in Hegel’s
view, expressed in his way the idea of a higher morality which
the philosopher put into his general formula: ‘Es ist nur die
Einseitigkeit, gegen die die Gerechtigkeit auftritt’. Does Sir
Maurice believe that Hegel attributed to Sophocles’ own verdict
onesidedness rather than justice? Cf. also the discussion of
Bradley’s views by Waldock, [Sophocles the Dramatist (1951)] 28ff.
16. Reinhardt, 84.
17. If the text in Ant. 797 is sound, Eros is called by the chorus
‘sitting in power beside the great laws’. These must be the
unwritten laws; but with quite a different meaning the chorus
in 802 exclaims: ‘I myself too am moved beyond the laws,’ by
pity—as Haemon was by love.
18. It is necessary to mention here Whitman’s view which, if
accepted, would invalidate much of our argument. He sees in
the words of the chorus only ‘a popular reflection’, showing
Introduction
In their summary of Aristophanes’ life and accomplishments,
Alfred and Maurice Croiset give us a valuable picture of the
dramatist, his satirical comedies, and their relation to the
political life of Athens. The Croisets, after discussing his
extant plays, describe Aristophanes as a civil disobedient,
a playwright who could not let the rhetorical manipulation of
Athenians by demagogues pass without speaking against
them. While the Croisets note the occasional injustice of Aris-
tophanes’ fictional portraits of these demagogues, his form
of civil disobedience, both satirical and dramatic, “brought to
light the secret viciousness of their policy, or better, that of all
policy which cannot live without public approval, thinks itself
justified in flattering public opinion, and in deceiving it for the
sake of retaining power.”
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appreciating the great man. If the comedy did not contribute directly
to his condemnation twenty-five years after, it would be rash to assert
that it did not make ready for it indirectly by the false, odious image
it created and kept alive in the public mind.
The Wasps, played in 422, seems to have had a less general aim.
Aristophanes in this play derides the mania for lawsuits that had
taken possession of the Athenians; but behind the somewhat thin
veil, he sees and discloses the policy of the demagogues, who turn the
leisure time of the people and the worst elements in its disposition to
their own account. It is really still Cleon who is being censured. An
old man named Philocleon is madly fond of lawsuits; around him
buzzes the chorus of Wasps, representing the old heliasts whose sting
is always threatening and who promote and profit by his folly. His
son Bdelycleon undertakes to correct him. This difficult undertaking
constitutes the real action of the play. Philocleon and his associates
are finally converted. After that, the old man, free from the trouble of
sitting in court, leads a joyous life. The play is vividly developed, full
of spirit and of amusing incidents. It suggested to Racine some of the
most successful portions of his Plaideurs.
The Peace, brought out in 421, was later rewritten. We have only
the first edition. The subject is the same as that of the Acharnians, but
the form is much inferior. The vine-dresser Trygaeus, weary of the war,
mounts to Olympus on the back of a horned beetle and brings back
Peace, whom he induces to dwell in his home, notwithstanding the
opposition of certain lunatics. The action is uninteresting, and grows
cold beneath the allegory. But the play is full of choice passages, all
animate with the poetic charm of the country. Between 424 and 421
appeared also two lost plays, the Laborers and the Merchant Vessels, in
which the poet pleaded for the cessation of hostilities.
From 421 to 414 there is a lacuna in the chronological series of
his works; but we have no reason to believe that he maintained silence
during this period. The years must have been occupied with plays that
have not been transmitted to us. The series begins again in 414 with
the Amphiaraus, of which, however, nothing is extant; and the Birds,
which has been preserved. In this second group of plays the satire is
generally less harsh and, above all, less personal.
The Birds is a charming fantasy mingled with satire, but without
any marked general purpose. Two Athenians, Pithetaerus and Euel-
pidus, weary of living in a city where the courts are in session from
brings seeking a temple which should not perish, chose the soul of Aris-
tophanes.” Besides the eleven plays that we possess and those that
y. The we have mentioned, he composed a number of others, of which we
urden. have only titles and fragments. The total appears to have been at
h, but least forty.
went a
ion of
ld age
2. His General Tendencies. His Views:
ccom-
Political, Social, and Literary. His Religion.—
ble to The first question that arises when one tries to appreciate this series
of remarkable works is, How far can they be taken seriously? When
empo- taken together they suggest the idea of a system of political, social,
ra, are and literary views from which might be deduced a doctrine. One is
passed tempted to regard Aristophanes as a thinker well able to judge of
abol- affairs in his time, whose opinion merits much consideration. Is this
e play really the case? Behind these brilliant invectives are we to look for
ne no a clearly defined policy, an established creed, and a criticism resting
y. The upon known principles?
ally in If so, then surely Aristophanes would need to be regarded as a
posed? devotee of tradition, the resolute enemy of innovation. One would
ncy in be obliged to suppose that from his youth, before he was twenty, he
nd the showed a constant inclination toward the past as against the future;
ion. A and that, devoted to the ancient ideals which were being abandoned
nd god more and more, he did not cease to defend them and attack all that
ts him tended to corrupt them. And though in itself this would not appear
whole improbable, yet it seems that one should then be able to deduce
h and from his criticism a number of affirmations that would constitute his
iew of doctrine. But as soon as one seeks these, it is seen to be impossible
ty, in a to formulate them. Aristophanes censures democracy; is he, then, a
moral partisan of aristocratic institutions, and would he institute a current
scene. of opinion tending to reestablish them? There is nothing in his plays
ted in that permits us to suppose this. What he censures is certain men
nd the and certain abuses; he lashes and turns to ridicule Cleon, Lamachus,
sented Hyperbolus, Cleophon, and even makes sport of Pericles after his
public death. He shows how the people are deceived and sometimes whee-
ue; the dled by them. Does he, therefore, think that the state would be better
governed by other masters? Really, we do not know. He denounces the
iogra- impiety of the sophists, the dangerous subtleties of their instruction,
Graces, the perilous seductions of that rhetoric which obliterates the sense of
justice. Would he have wished men to abstain from learning the art
of language and to return outright to the old education? [O]r did he
mean simply to point out some deplorable excesses while advocating
necessary changes? He has not said. The resolute adversary of Eurip-
ides, did he sustain the same relation to all contemporary poetry? It
would appear not; for he at least admired the style of the poet whom
he derided. As for religion, if he pretended to defend it against the
theorists who advocated atheism, this was certainly not because he had
a scrupulous respect for the gods. It is well known with what infor-
mality he treated them in more than one passage. All this, it must be
confessed, does not give us the idea that he was a theologian, nor even
a believer. We see, indeed, what he attacked; but when we endeavor to
say precisely what he defended, we are at a loss.
May it not be that really he never comprehended himself, and
possibly never felt the need of doing so? Let us consider how he was
reared. From youth his instincts, which were only the consciousness
of his rare powers, carried him toward comedy. His education was
obtained while listening to the plays of Cratinus and his contempo-
raries, meditating upon them, and trying to imitate them. As soon as
he began to think for himself, his thought was in a way moulded upon
theirs. In trying to imitate their art, he adopted also their spirit, which
was inseparable from it—a spirit of satire, opposition, and mockery
at extravagance. The processes of the profession were therefore early
adapted to the spontaneous trend of his genius, which was then just
what it was later; and therefore he never became anxious to search
for the true and the ideal. To seize upon the ridiculous and display it
before all eyes, that was his calling. All his insight, natural good sense,
and wit were used to disclose this, as was his poetic fancy and talent
in exaggerating and adapting it for the stage. Characters thus formed
do not have doctrines; for they are strangers to disinterested research.
They have tendencies, whose principal element is the instinct of what
their art demands and of what is most fitted to bring out the brilliance
of their powers.
Must we say then, on the other hand, that the comedies of Aris-
tophanes lack seriousness? We cannot go so far. When he attacks
contemporary statesmen, it is true we cannot accept his testimony,
because it is that of a pamphleteer and professional satirist. We have no
reason for thinking him juster in this than he was when he portrayed
Euripides. But he is just to as great an extent, and this makes his
Introduction
In “A Second Look at ‘Bartleby,’ ” Egbert Oliver argues that
Melville constructed his short story’s protagonist as a carica-
ture of Henry David Thoreau, whose desire to remain “aloof”
from society is “carried to its logical and absurd conclusion.”
Egbert tries to demonstrate that certain passages from
Thoreau’s essay “On Civil Disobedience” correspond to the
situation of Bartleby and his eventual disappearance into The
Tombs. For Egbert, Bartleby’s mantra, “I prefer not to,” is a
distillation of Thoreau’s call to civil disobedience and radical
individualism, one that, during the course of the narrative, is
revealed to be both untenable and absurd.
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Oliver, Egbert S. “A Second Look at ‘Bartleby.’” College English 6.8 (May 1945):
431–439.
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prose writing before his long silence. Its position relative to his other
work, if no other reason suffices, should assure it some attention,
and it has not been entirely overlooked. In fact, a greater unanimity
regarding it prevails among those Melville commentators who have
mentioned it than on any of his major works. Two conclusions have
several times been drawn regarding it, substantially in the same way:
(1) that it is a good story and (2) that it is a picture of Melville’s mind,
both at the time the story was published and indicating what his atti-
tude was to become.
John Freeman, the English biographer of Melville, asserted that,
while the other stories in The Piazza Tales are comparatively insig-
nificant, two of them, “Bartleby” and “Benito Cereno,” are superb.
“Bartleby,” he wrote, “is an exercise in unrelieved pathos, the pathos of
an exile in city life, faint counterpart of Melville’s own isolation and
gathering silence.” Raymond Weaver, to whom admirers of Melville
will be forever indebted for his competent critical and biographical
work, reserves his highest praise of The Piazza Tales for “Benito
Cereno” and “The Encantadas.” But he does recognize the importance
and value of this volume of stories in gaining a view of Melville as
an artist: “They are of prime importance, not only for their inherent
qualities as works of art, but because of the very peculiar position they
hold in Melville’s development both as an artist and as a man.” Weaver
included “Bartleby” in the volume Shorter Novels of Herman Melville,
which he edited with a very fine Introduction. “And for twenty years,”
Weaver wrote, in the course of a biographical comment, “morning and
evening, between 26th Street and the foot of Gansevoort Street, East
River, an inconspicuous and elderly private citizen—a man whose
history had been partly told and partly foreshadowed in Bartleby the
Scrivener—walked with his own private thoughts.”
Lewis Mumford, in his biography, saw in even more detail the
mirrored view of Melville’s mind in Bartleby’s withdrawal from life.
Mumford wrote:
Irving, and many minor writers. He, of course, has much comment on
Hawthorne, with whom he was closely associated for a year and a half,
and the various writers of the Duyckinck circle. However, his omis-
sion of Thoreau’s name—while he was naming other writers—did not
mean that he was ignoring Thoreau.
In 1850 Melville borrowed Thoreau’s Merrimack from Evert
Duyckinck’s private library. He had ample opportunity to know much
about Thoreau. His interest in Emerson in 1849 might have prompted
him to ask Duyckinck for Thoreau’s Week on the Concord and Merri-
mack Rivers. His friendship with the Hawthornes in the Berkshires
in 1850 and 1851 certainly gave him occasion to hear of the various
Concord characters. Hawthorne was for a time strongly attracted
toward Thoreau. He greatly admired his workmanship and his skill
in handling a small boat. Thoreau was, as Hawthorne tells us in his
Notebooks, an occasional guest of the Hawthornes and a companion of
Nathaniel in field and stream. Mrs. Hawthorne and her sister, Eliza-
beth Palmer Peabody, showed great interest in the American writers,
especially in the Concord writers.
Hawthorne lived in Concord during the time of Thoreau’s resi-
dence in the cabin by Walden Pond, his so-called hermitage, and
Thoreau’s experiment in withdrawing from society was probably
discussed between the Melvilles and Hawthornes on occasion or on
many occasions during their period of close relationship. However, even
supposing that no one who knew Thoreau ever expressed an opinion
of him to Melville—a most unlikely supposition—still Melville had
ample opportunity to get the basis for his “Bartleby” from the so-called
hermit of Walden Pond. He had available to him a published source
which he used both in general outline and in some detail.
In 1849 Sophia Peabody Hawthorne’s sister, a prominent member
of the Transcendentalist group, Elizabeth Palmer Peabody, edited a
book called Aesthetic Papers. This volume, which Melville undoubtedly
had a chance to see in the Hawthorne home1 if he did not himself
have a copy of it, contained one of Hawthorne’s longer historical
tales, “Main-Street,” Emerson’s essay, “War,” and an essay by Thoreau,
“Resistance to Civil Government.” This essay, now generally known
as “On the Duty of Civil Disobedience,” is known to all readers of
Thoreau and is considered to have influenced Gandhi’s activities in
South Africa and India. It also served as a basis for Bartleby, who long
preceded Gandhi in passive nonco-operation.
Thoreau then tells of his night in jail for not paying his poll tax.
Here are some passages which suggested much to Melville. Thoreau
says with a defiance which Melville must have admired: “I was not
born to be forced. I will breathe after my own fashion.” Bartleby’s
associates, his neighbors, his jailors even, did not know what to make
of him, and Thoreau had found the same reaction of bewilderment.
“They plainly did not know how to treat me. . . . for they thought that
my chief desire was to stand the other side of that stone wall.”
The kernel of Thoreau’s thought is this: “It is for no particular item
in the tax-bill that I refuse to pay it. I simply wish to refuse allegiance
to the State, to withdraw and stand aloof from it effectually.” This is
the kind of challenge which intrigued Melville and set his mind to
“What earthly right have you to stay here? Do you pay any
rent? Do you pay any taxes? Or is this property yours?”
He answered nothing.
“Are you ready to go on and write now? . . . In a word, will
you do anything at all, to give a colouring to your refusal to
depart the premises?”
He silently retired into his hermitage.
Melville’s plan of telling the story of Bartleby does not permit him
to contemplate the thoughts of that prison inmate, as Thoreau could
reveal his own thoughts in like circumstance. But Bartleby is found by
his benefactor “standing all alone in the quietest of the yards, his face
toward a high wall,” much as Thoreau “stood considering the walls of
solid stone.” Thoreau wrote: “They plainly did not know how to treat
me, but behaved like persons who are underbred. In every threat and
in every compliment there was a blunder; for they thought that my
chief desire was to stand the other side of that stone wall.” Bartleby
might well have said—or thought—the same. Melville in narrative
form presents the ill-timed compliment and the underbred commen-
tator, the loquacious grubman.
Bartleby avoids every attempt to establish relationships with him.
He moves away even from food and takes up a position “fronting the
dead wall.” This is the ultimate in his withdrawal: he ceases to eat and
is soon at peace, asleep “with kings and counsellors.”
Such is the end to the kind of individualism Thoreau portrayed in
“Resistance to Civil Government”—the end carried to its logical and
absurd conclusion. “I declined to pay,” said Thoreau, “I was not born to
be forced. I will breathe after my own fashion.” “Depend upon your-
self.” When Thoreau declined to pay, someone else paid for him, as he
acknowledges in the essay. Melville was attracted by paradox. He often
wished to imagine an example worked out to its logical conclusion. He
certainly admired some of the heroic stubbornness of Thoreau even as
NOTES
1. The copy of Aesthetic Papers which I have in hand for this study,
curiously enough, came from the library of Oliver Wendell
Holmes, Melville’s friend and neighbor in the Berkshires. It
is owned by the V. L. Parrington branch of the University of
Washington Library.
about
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prob-
Billy Budd
which (Herman Melville)
which
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ce of a by Milton R. Stern, in The Fine Hammered
mitting Steel of Herman Melville (1957)
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lville’s
t clue
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es and In Billy Budd, Melville presents a conflict between moral
in any conscience and the law, one where the innocent Billy Budd
is falsely accused. Like Judas in the New Testament, Captain
Claggart betrays the Christ-like Budd. But when Billy’s stutter
keeps him from responding during the investigation Captain
Vere performs, Budd lashes out uncontrollably, defying
study,
maritime law and becoming the subject of a court martial. In
l
executing Billy, Vere holds fast to the sanctity of law. As this
It
excerpt from Milton R. Stern’s The Fine Hammered Steel of
of
Herman Melville illustrates, the conflict between conscience
and the laws of man are central to understanding Billy Budd’s
act of civil disobedience.
f
Translated Cross, hast thou withdrawn,
Dim paling too at every dawn,
With symbols vain once counted wise,
And gods declined to heraldries?
Stern, Milton R. “Billy Budd.” The Fine Hammered Steel of Herman Melville.
Urbana, IL: U of Illinois P, 1957. 206–39.
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* * *
The atheist cycles—must they be?
Fomenters as forefathers we?
—Clarel
the controlled and channeled man into the proper acts in which his
inspired heroism can victoriously operate. The hero thus is a political
and moral administrator. The standing in one’s fullest magnificence
upon the beleaguered quarter-deck of the state stems not from the
personal and pathetically heroic idealism of the quester, but from the
social and tactical vision of the leader who recognizes that the histor-
ical moment demands the sacrifice of self to the possible victory that
the combined head and heart may achieve. Thus the shrewdly heroic
Nelson, who deliberately and purposefully went out, in the shining
medals of his honor, to tempt death.
Thus too, this modern Nelson-hero-Administrator is, like the
quester, self-consuming. But unlike the quester, he consumes himself
as an inspiration which will result in victory concerning the larger,
social issue. He places himself on the altar of “the honest sense of
duty,” making his very using up of one-self a man-self triumph which
saves rather than destroys the ship. And the difference between the
Nelson-Vere-captain and the Ahab-captain exists most centrally in
this matter of the empirically, communally, historically centered rather
than the idealistically, self-centered predisposition. Indeed, “few
commanders have been so painstakingly circumspect as this same
reckless declarer of his person in fight,” and “while an excessive love of
glory . . . is the first . . . special virtue in a military man,” Nelson’s love
of glory was no more motivated by Ahabian glory, or vainglory, than
his painstaking circumspection was motivated by “personal prudence.”
The implication is that the gloriousness itself, which was always
there, would never have been displayed had it not been the tactical
move which resulted in the preservation and triumph of the human
community, had it not been the socially conscious, altruistic “exalta-
tions of sentiment . . . vitalized into acts.” So too, Vere’s captaincy is
not the glory that leads the Ahab-led Ishmael to utter the Solomonic
“All is vanity. ALL.” Not at all vain, when Vere is ashore
in the garb of a civilian scarce any one would have taken him for
a sailor, more especially that he never garnished unprofessional
talk with nautical terms, and grave in his bearing, evinced little
appreciation of mere humor. It was not out of keeping with
those traits that on a passage when nothing demanded his
paramount action, he was the most undemonstrative of men.
Any landsman observing this gentleman not conspicuous by his
Vere apart in his merger of the two. He needs both; he loves one and
hates the activities of the other. He takes his identity from the recog-
nition of what he and Claggart share in common; yet the motivation
for his identity is but the desire for the goodness that is the Billy Budd
within him. That is, if there is a continuum, a common denominator
in humanity, it is the human heart, which desires goodness. But the
goodness is redefined by different conditions, so that understanding
of conditions, or tactics, is the only method man has with which to
identify himself with his underlying self, his heart. Tactics, historical
lessons, identity, must all be relearned in each historical moment
by each generation. That is the historical identity that dies, like the
individual being. But each generation gives birth to new generations,
passing on the mystery of the heart-yearning, the aspiration (which
is the idealism that makes Melville partly Ahab), along with the
historical conditions which the dead identities have created and from
which the new men must gain their identities by learning to cope with
them (which is the empiricism and materialism that makes Melville
Vere). His heart, along with the consequences of history, Vere inevi-
tably leaves as his human heritage to the future. The human heart and
the future are heirs of the history he leaves. His own historical identity
he cannot leave: the others are inescapable heirlooms, but this must be
earned. And the heart of Vere, the inevitable child that each genera-
tion leaves to each next generation as part of being human, the heart
is the area of Billy’s relationship to Vere.
Vere, “the austere devotee of military duty letting himself melt back
into what remains primeval in our formalized humanity may in the
end have caught Billy to his heart even as Abraham may have caught
young Isaac on the brink of resolutely offering him up in obedience
to the exacting behest.” Biblical reference of course reemphasizes the
fact and nature of Vere’s sacrifice. But it also suggests the nature of
Billy’s relationship to Vere. And Billy, as part of Vere, is suggested in
more than the Abraham-Isaac analogy. “Billy Budd was a foundling,
a presumable bye-blow, and, evidently, no ignoble one. Noble descent
was as evident in him as in a blood horse.” And without really intro-
ducing anyone else but Claggart, the Dansker, and Vere, Melville
hints, “for Billy, as will shortly be seen, his entire family was practically
invested in himself ” [italics mine]. The Dansker is old enough to be
Billy’s father, but he is not noble. Claggart has a certain nobility, but
not the right kind, certainly, and he is only “five-and-thirty” besides.
But Vere is truly noble, Melville points out more than once, and as
for age, “he was old enough to have been Billy’s father.” The possi-
bility that Baby is Vere’s own natural offspring, the goodness of Vere’s
own heart, not only sharpens the significance of Vere’s sacrifice, but
strengthens the thematic consideration of the administrator as the
hero, or the only interested God available to man. And even in the
extremity of the only choice open to him, when he is robbed of all
that his son symbolizes by all that the Satan-gun-thief symbolizes,
Vere forces himself to behave according to the need for preservation
of the humanity he commands and for which he alone is responsible.
For as Father of the Adam who falls and the Christ who is sacrificed,
Vere is the only anthropocentric God. He knows that he must control
destinies and decide fates in order to gain the goal of the indestruc-
tible human heart, and immediately he reverts to the only means for
gaining the proper destiny, and he becomes the tactician. He exercises
the proper prudence. He forearms against the possible mutinous
effect of the court-martial decision. Realizing that intentions make no
difference, Vere succeeds in preventing an undesirable consequence of
his act. Claggart met the unanticipated consequence of Billy’s fist, for
all his misdirected personal prudence. His monomania prevented his
seeing the wider symbolism, the social vision, that characterizes Vere’s
every act, and while Claggart’s prudence can only result in chaos,
Vere’s might result in reformation. In this is the note of affirmation
that Melville strikes, finally, in his last book: though intentions make
no difference in the consequences of an act, the direction of thought
which forms the intentions creates a different kind of act which, in its
administration, brings different consequences.
Vere necessarily kills the chronometrical Christ for man’s own
good, so that the death of the false Messiah may bring a redemptive
horological paradise on earth. For if Billy, in the chronometrical act
of killing Claggart, were allowed to set the example for the world, the
effect would be tacit permission for the mutiny and the spontaneous,
individualistic, idealistic, atheistic anarchy which brings chaos again.
Baby Christ learned the lesson Father Vere had to teach him. As Billy’s
beautifully good and heartbreakingly innocent relationship with that
paradox, a man-of-war’s chaplain, makes clear, he is too much the
primitive child to comprehend anything intellectually. His “sailor way
of taking clerical discourse is not wholly unlike the way in which the
pioneer of Christianity full of transcendent miracles was received
these were not the accents of remorse, would seem clear from what
the attendant said to the Indomitable’s senior officer of marines who
as the most reluctant to condemn of the members of the drumhead
court, too well knew though here he kept the knowledge to himself,
who Billy Budd was.” Yet, this quotation reintroduces the bitterness
which is the closing note of Billy Budd ’s irony. On the one hand the
officer of marines is a good and heartful man, but a man without
Vere’s historical identity. There is the possibility that this officer does
not know Billy’s identity any more than Millthorpe knew Plinlimmon
or Pierre. Or there is the possibility that in his very heartfulness, the
officer of marines, like some of the other crew members, idolized Billy.
In this case too, the cycle would be repeated if the man Vere leaves
behind him is an embryonic quester. In any case, probably both ironies
are intended, for the net result is the final irony that it is the military
officer who bears the memory of the chaos-bringing yet primally good
Christ. Thus Melville reintroduces the motif of delegated authority.
Man, like the Polynesian, is primarily good and primarily blind. The
obscuring smoke of the chaos in which man has seasoned himself
and his history must be pierced. But even the true hero, who correctly
boards in the smoke, cannot as one man redeem the world, for his
own historical identity, with all that is involved within it, is the one
thing that can not be delegated in time. And, Melville adds, the effec-
tive identity must be ready in advance, for “Forty years after a battle it
is easy for a non-combatant to reason about how it ought to have been
fought. It is another thing personally under fire to direct the fighting
while involved in the obscuring smoke of it. Much so with respect to
other emergencies involving considerations both practical and moral,
and when it is imperative promptly to act . . . Little ween the snug
card-players in the cabin of the responsibilities of the sleepless man
on the bridge.”
That the lessons are lost and that the cycle continues all over again
is evident in three “digressions” tacked on to the end of the “inside”
narrative.1 The first is the section wherein Vere is killed by the ship
named—the Atheiste. The Atheiste continues the wrongs of history, for
it takes over from a name which is reminiscent of Isabel’s mother and
her other-worldly associations: this French ship had formerly been
the St. Louis. The wrongs of the prerevolutionary nation are translated
into the wrongs of the postrevolutionary nation—one kind of atheist
becomes another kind of atheist under new name and management.
And those who deny the peace of the world and the true welfare of
mankind are those who kill Vere. The paradox is that the seamen of
France kill the man whose goals are identical with those for which the
tactically misdirected French Revolution had been fought. Vere had
always known that men on both sides, wanting but the same good-
ness for which the human heart hungers, after all, cut each other down
in the actualities of all the warfare attendant upon the wrong direc-
tions to the common peace and welfare. No final resolution has been
effected, for Vere can re-inform so that reformation may be possible;
but he himself, limited by time, cannot regenerate.
The second “digression” is the News from the Mediterranean which
appears in an authorized “naval chronicle of the time.” The account
reports the official version, wherein Claggart is the good but wronged
man, and wherein Billy is the villain. Thus appearances for their own
sake are preserved. There is even an inversion of origins in the account.
Claggart, the alien, is pictured as the true patriot, and Billy, the true-
born Englishman, is made suspect of association with all the dimly
French origins that actually characterized Claggart. The very basis of
proper behavior is inverted. The official account could never admit
that the strong arm of order enforcement itself could allow the officer
to be the villain and the impressed man the saint. This is order for its
own sake, command for the sake of prerogative, appearances for the
protection of privilege. This kind of preservation of official appear-
ances is a mindless thing. It is cast and bureaucracy, but it is not the
good administration that carries with it the true motives for Vere’s
siding with official law. The administrator is no God merely by virtue
of his position. If he is heartless or mindless, he can offer only official
preference, not truth, and he becomes as much a perpetuator of the
wrongs of history as was the dictatorial Mrs. Glendinning or the early
king Media.
The third “digression” is most basic to the story, and it comprises
the conversation of the Purser and the Surgeon together with the
ballad of “Billy in the Darbies.”
Neither the Purser nor the Surgeon are the men to explain what
happened at Billy’s execution. The Purser is a ruddy and rotund little
accountant of a man who in a few words is presented as a man of
no mind, insight, or imagination. The Surgeon is the worst kind of
pontificator upon dry facts, being able to cope with experience only
in the measurable quantities of what is already known, and avoiding
all the very real problems which he cannot explain. Neither of these
men are capable of aspiration or of evaluating new experience or of
re-evaluating the old. Theirs is the meaningless empiricism of the
circumscribed prudential. These two men tell the reader that Billy did
not die as hanged men always die. There was no spasmodic move-
ment of the corpse. For neither of these men can Billy be a symbol,
be anything but a corpse. It is in the irony of presenting the picture of
Billy’s death through the eyes of men who cannot evaluate what they
see that the suggestion is established that Billy is not a corpse. The
meaning of this suggestion is intensified in the Ballad. Members of
the Indomitable’s crew revere Billy’s memory and follow the progress
of the yard on which Billy was hung, for “to them a chip of it was
as a piece of the Cross.” Billy’s memory is perpetuated in a kind of
Passion-hymn which is narrated in the first person, as if from Billy’s
point of view. The narrative action of the Ballad seems to be taking
place in Billy’s mind while he lies in the darbies, just before the execu-
tion. But the last two sentences bring the shock of recognition of a
type, the realization that this is the voice of the “dead” man in the
deep . . . dormant . . . waiting.
Billy never died. The aspiring yearning and goodness of man’s heart
is indestructible. So too, as Vere’s defeat indicates, is history. Either
heartfulness will continue in a new history made by men like Vere, or
history will remain unchanged and heartfulness will continue as the
chaos of the French Revolution or as the predisposition which will
prompt another quester. The furious hopefulness of the work is in
the indestructibility of human aspiration. The furious hopelessness of
the work is that nothing but the wrong channels for that aspiration
remain. So the human heart will continue to be the trap of the lure,
the primitive perfection, the chronometrical Adam-Christ, who still
exists in the deeps of human history and experience, mired by the
oozy weeds and events of the man-of-war world. As lure, it can do
nothing to pave the mire and raze the weeds, can be nothing but that
which the quester will follow, at which the Satan will spring, by which
the ship-world’s common “people” will be deceived, and the cycle will
continue . . . and continue . . . and continue.
This last book is not an “acceptance” either of God or of expedi-
ency for its own sake. Billy Budd accepts only what all the books before
it accepted: that if history is the determinant of society, so too society
is the determinant of history; that if man is not the cosmic creator
and killer, he is at least his own social and individual creator and killer.
Billy Budd accepts not an absolute fate to which man must bow, but
rather it offers the bitterness of the proposition that man may never
create the kind of fate that he can place at his own disposal. But for
the method for attaining the yearnings of the heart, even in defeat,
Melville could easily be entirely characterized by the bitter fatalism
which characterized his civil war poem, “The Conflict of Convictions,”
in which he wrote,
Melville was not able to deduce a changed history from the facts of
his times, and therefore could not create a Captain Vere who was in
charge of not one ship but all of society—for having then created
the proper leader, he would have had to create the picture of the
Utopian good society, a task for which in his history and his realism
Melville could find no justification. It is the mass of men, the society,
that holds the choice of fates; so Vere, as hero, could not be allowed
to triumph, and he had to die. As an artist Melville was too honest
a symbolist—too honest a liar—too realistically immersed in the
destructive element of reflection upon truth to create a shallow happy
ending of the universally reformed society, which would be a decep-
tion to the facts of his world and time. Like Joyce, Melville was trying
to create the uncreated conscience of his human race. And he could
find that conscience properly directed only in a man like Vere, for
the conscience, the morality, and the act could not be divorced one
from the other. It is only the Vere who can lead the Jarl and Samoa
and Lucy and Starbuck and Bulkington through the correct courses
of conscious and heartfelt action, no matter how official and heart-
denying those actions might appear to be. It is this implicit prescrip-
tion for behavior, together with the God-time-zero which facelessly
puts forth the face of all the infinite possibilities of phenomena, that
accounts for the dualities and “ambiguities,” in all their modifications,
in the enormous world of Herman Melville.
NOTES
1. My “digressions” are not arranged as Melville lists his. After the
“digressions” of the conversation between the Purser and the
Surgeon, and the sea burial of Billy, the narrator goes on to say
that the further “digressions” of the sequel to the story can be
told in three additional short chapters.
At the time of writing Brave New World (1932), Aldous Huxley feared
industrial capitalism would “standardize the human individual”:
In Brave New World Huxley creates just such a place, a place where a
global federation of World Controllers force genetically engineered,
behaviorally conditioned, and narcotically controlled citizens into
conformity. In such a place, to think and act independently is to
commit civil disobedience. Against this background of human homo-
geneity and conformity, Huxley’s chief characters—Bernard Marx,
Helmholtz Watson, and John the Savage—assert their individuality
and challenge the insipid values the World State enshrines. All three
defy civil order. And, whether they succeed or fail in their efforts, they
proffer resistance, becoming models of civil disobedience.
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After the embryos mature and are “decanted,” the resultant infants
are raised by the state, which subjects them to a rigorous process
of psychological conditioning, thereby ensuring that its citizens are
perfectly satisfied with their caste and unthinkingly uphold the values
of the World State. In spite of these comprehensive precautions, a
few individuals, such as Bernard Marx, slip through the net. Due
to the presence of alcohol in his blood-surrogate (that at any rate is
the rumor) the Alpha Plus Bernard has the physique of a diminutive
Gamma, which leaves him feeling painfully self-conscious and inad-
equate, since Alphas are conditioned to be tall and muscular. “Hence
the laughter,” the narrator notes,
the greater the profit for the manufacturer. The economic policy
of the mass-producers of spiritual goods is to secure the greatest
number of buyers for the fewest possible products. Their
tendency, therefore, is to disseminate ideas and art of lowest
quality. (Aldous Huxley: Complete Essays, vol. 3 190)
The working hours of the day are already, for the great majority
of human beings, occupied in the performance of purely
mechanical tasks in which no mental effort, no individuality, no
initiative are required. And now, in the hours of leisure, we turn
to distractions as mechanically stereotyped and demanding
as little intelligence and initiative as does our work. (On the
Margin 50–1)
cut and became T’s” in order to commemorate the T-model Ford (45).
The Solidarity Services are necessary substitutes for religion and are
administered in the same instrumental manner as a Violent Passion
Surrogate. Huxley is not lampooning the Eucharist when he depicts
Bernard’s group passing “the loving cup of strawberry ice-cream
soma,” rather he is mocking the poverty of the ceremony the state
has contrived to take its place (70). In the appendix to The Devils of
Loudun (1952), Huxley writes that man has always felt the urge to
transcend his personality, and that in the absence of “upward self-
transcendence” through religion, he has readily embraced the path of
“downward self-transcendence” through music, dance, sex, and drugs.
Given that the Brave New Worlders worship Henry Ford, they must
make do with Community Sings, casual sex, and soma.
Rather than succumbing to the customs of the New World, John
holds himself aloof. For instance, he refuses to take soma, and, despite
his passion for Lenina, he spurns her sexual advances. The tension
between John’s stubborn individualism and the “swarming indistin-
guishable sameness” he sees in the World State is thrown into sharp
relief by Linda’s death (183). On a guided tour of Eton, the Provost
informs John: “Death conditioning begins at eighteen months. Every
tot spends two mornings a week in a Hospital for the Dying,” where
they are desensitized to death with the aid of sweets and toys (142).
But for John death is a “sacred mystery,” and he is therefore outraged
by the intrusion of a Bokanovsky group of Deltas into the ward where
his mother, who has been on a continuous soma holiday since her
return from Malpais, lies dying:
When the Savage weeps over Linda’s death, the nurse is aghast at
his “disgusting outcry—as though death were something terrible,
and this is precisely what has happened in Brave New World (The
Hidden Huxley 106–108).
In an effort “to escape further contamination by the filth of civi-
lized life” (218), John retreats to the country to live as a hermit. In an
abandoned lighthouse in Surrey, he attempts to create a Walden-esque
life of self-sufficiency: “By next spring, his garden would be producing
enough to be independent of the outside world” (218). Indeed, John is
an instinctive transcendentalist who senses the divine in the English
countryside. It is a noteworthy feature of the New World that even
among the upper castes (who are not conditioned to hate the country),
the natural world is perceived as uncanny. In order to move closer to
God, John embarks on a course of physical austerities. The would-be
censors of Brave New World often invoke the Savage’s self-flagellation
as an example of the book’s immorality, but as Huxley points out in
Heaven and Hell (1956), self-flagellation was an orthodox form of
penance in the medieval and Early Modern eras, and helped to induce
“visionary and mystical experience” in its practitioners (120). But the
Brave New Worlders, being ignorant of the very concepts of God and
sin and atonement, cannot help but interpret the practice in a sexual
light, and shatter John’s solitude by arriving en masse after having
witnessed him whipping himself in The Savage of Surrey. In the face
of their collective will—they surround him chanting “Orgy-porgy,”
dancing, and “beating one another in six-eight time” (228)—John
is unable to maintain his individuality, and, abandoning the path of
upward self-transcendence, he gives in to the state-approved road of
soma, herd intoxication, and group sex. Overcome with remorse at
having betrayed the religious and romantic ideals that rendered him
an individual, both in England and Malpais, he commits suicide. Here,
as Albert Camus does in The Myth of Sisyphus, Huxley asks what makes
a life worth living. While for Camus choosing to live means forever
pushing a rock and accepting life as fundamentally absurd, for Huxley
living means choosing, creating, performing—all the acts and gestures
that make us unique. And, at least for the three questioning protago-
nists caught in a social world where voice, expression, and individuality
are denied, in electing to either assimilate or die they defy what tyrants
dictate. In an inhumane world such as the dystopia Huxley creates, we
find little chance of exercising foundational human rights and little
toleration of the attempts made at civil disobedience.
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Introduction
In “Writing in the Dark,” Alfred Kazin discusses Thoreau’s
essay “Civil Disobedience” and its relation to his life and
works. Kazin provides many insights into Thoreau’s distinctly
literary mode of living, which he calls one of the “most tragic
examples in history of a man trying to live his life by writing it.”
Kazin argues that Thoreau’s belief in his ability to construct
life through words rests upon a strong faith in the “spiritual
power” and sovereignty of the individual. This spiritual power,
according to Kazin, is what guides Thoreau’s civil disobedi-
ence. Ruminating on the significance of “Civil Disobedience”
in the age of the modern, “All-Demanding State,” Kazin
concludes that Thoreau’s example “ . . . does not help us
in the face of the state power which we both need for our
welfare and dread for its power over lives.”
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Kazin, Alfred. “Writing in the Dark.” Henry David Thoreau: Studies and
Commentaries. Edited by Walter Harding et al. Rutherford, NJ: Fairleigh
Dickinson UP, 1972. 34–52.
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In the Morgan Library in New York one can see the box that Thoreau
built to hold his journals. This work runs to thirty-nine manuscript
volumes and fourteen published volumes. It contains nearly two
million words, more than 7000 printed pages. I do not know if it is
the longest journal ever kept; probably not, for Thoreau, who kept it
assiduously from the time he was twenty, died before he was forty-five,
probably of the struggle I am about to describe. But of one thing about
this journal I am sure; it is one of the most fanatical, most arduous,
most tragic examples in history of a man trying to live his life by
writing it—of a man seeking to shape his life, to make it, by words, as
if words alone would not merely report his life but become his life by
the fiercest control that language can exert.
The greatest part of Thoreau’s life was writing, and this is probably
true of many writers, especially in our time, when so many writers are
interested not merely in composing certain books but in making a
career out of literature. But what makes Thoreau’s case so singular, and
gives such an unnatural severity to his journal itself, is that the work
of art he was seeking to create was really himself—his life was the
explicit existence that he tried to make out of words. The act of writing
became for him not a withdrawal from life, a compensation for life, a
higher form of life—all of which it has been for so many writers since
Romanticism identified the act of composition with personal salva-
tion. It became a symbolic form of living, a way of living, his way of
living. Writing was this close to living, parallel to living, you might say,
because the only subject of Thoreau’s life was himself. He transcribed
his life directly onto paper—by which I do not mean that he reported
it actually, but that he sought to capture experience in just one form:
the sensations and thoughts of a man walking about all day long. To
this commonplace daily round he was restricted by his own literal
experience, for he did not wish in the slightest to invent anything
and was incapable of doing so. But he was also restricted by the fact
that he had no experience to report except being a writer and looking
for topics. Thoreau never married. Wherever possible, as one can tell
from his most famous book, he lived alone; but since this was in fact
not always possible, for many members of his family kept together by
not marrying and also had the family’s pencil business to keep them
together, he went about alone and became a naturalist in his own idio-
syncratic style, an observer who could find material on every hillside,
a “self-appointed inspector of snow-storms and rain-storms.” He had
his favorite classics to quote from in his journal, books that he used as
quotations because they were of the greatest practical use to him; he
had this large family, full of eccentrics like himself whom he needed
to get away from, and he had a few friends—associates of his ideas
rather than intimate friends—notably his employer and sometime
patron, Emerson, with whom his journal records the endless friction
that was so necessary in his relation with even the most forbearing
individualists in New England. Otherwise Thoreau might have
felt that he was betraying his ideal life, the life that nobody would
conceive for himself but himself, that he lived only in the epiphanies
of his journal, that nobody could live except with himself alone.
Since books were really personal instruments, and friends were
invariably, sooner or later, to betray his design for life, this left for
subject matter, in a book of two million words, what one might call
the American God, the only God left to these wholly self-dependent
transcendentalists in the New England of the 1840s—Nature.
Thoreau told Moncure Conway that he found in Emerson “a world
where truths existed with the same perfection as the objects he
studied in external nature, his ideals real and exact.” Nature, by which
Emerson meant everything outside the writer for him to explore and
to describe—Nature for Thoreau became the landscape, mostly around
Concord, that he could always walk into. It served as the daily occa-
sion of Thoreau’s journal, the matter that tied Thoreau to the world
outside, that became the world, and that safely gave him something
to write about each day. Nature gave him the outside jobs he took as
a surveyor from time to time to get some money and to keep him in
some practical relation to his town and his neighbors. Nature even
made him a “naturalist,” a collector of specimens and Indian relics,
a student of the weather and of every minute change in the hillsides
that he came to know with the familiarity that another man might
have felt about the body of his wife.
But above all Nature was himself revealed in Nature, it was the
great permissiveness in which he found himself every day. Nature was
perfect freedom, Nature was constant health and interest, Nature was
the perfection of visible existence, the ideal friend, the perfect because
always predictable experience—it was ease and hope and thought such
as no family, and certainly no woman, would ever provide. Nature was
God, because God to Thoreau meant not the Totally Other, what is
most unlike us—but perfect satisfaction.
That is what God had begun to mean to Emerson and other proud
evangels of the new romantic faith that God lives in us and as us—that
God is manifested by the power and trust we feel ourselves. Emerson
was the oracle of a faith that only he could fully understand, because
it rested on his gift for finding God in and through himself. Emerson’s
faith was pure inspiration; without his presence to give testimony, the
intuition’s access to the higher mysteries, or what Coleridge had called
“reason,” had to be painfully approximated by secondary faculties
like the “understanding.” Emerson was thus the unique case among
modern writers of a spiritual genius whose role was essentially public,
such as the founders of religion have played. Without his incompa-
rable face, his living voice, Emerson on the printed page was never to
inspire in later generations what the magnetism of his presence had
created in his own day—a grateful sense on the part of many of his
auditors that here was the founder, the oracle, the teacher of his tribe.
Emerson, a very gifted writer, was first of all the appointed leader who
comes in at the beginning, sounds a new hope and purpose, out of
himself passes spiritual strength to the people.
Thoreau’s life was entirely private and was lived, you might say,
for himself alone. Except for his explosive political concern about the
growing power of the slave interest, which was getting such an influence
over the United States government that Thoreau properly discerned in
it a threat to his absolute freedom as well as an aff ront to his wholly
personal Christianity, he was, of course, not merely indifferent to the
State but contemptuous of it. He was interested in “society” only as
an anthropologist of sorts taking notes on his Concord neighbors and
their peculiar ways. His God was private to himself and really not to
be taught to, or shared with, anyone else. You might say it was imagi-
native pure power, Henry Thoreau’s most perfection acquisition, in a
narrow life that sought only a few acquisitions, and these the brightest
and purest—pure morality, pure love, pure creation in the pages of his
journal he rewrote each night from the notes taken on his walks.
God was not a person; He was the meaning you caught in the
woods as you passed. But of course other poets of nature were saying
this in the first half of the nineteenth century in England, Germany,
and the United States. What Thoreau was saying, in prose of excep-
tional vibration, was that he had this God, this immanence in the
woods, for and to himself whenever he wanted to; that he had only
to walk out every afternoon (having spent the morning rewriting his
field notes for his formal journal), to walk into the woods, to sit on the
cliffs and look out over the Concord River and Conantum hills, for
the perfect satisfaction to return again. As late as 1857, he could write
in his journal: “ . . . cold and solitude are friends of mine . . . I come to
my solitary woodland walk as the homesick go home. This stillness,
solitude, wildness of nature is a kind of thoroughwort or boneset, to
my intellect. This is what I go out to seek. It is as if I always met in
those places some grand, serene, immortal, infinitely encouraging,
though invisible companion, and walked with him.”
The satisfaction lay first of all in the daily, easy access to revela-
tion, for sauntering—a word which Thoreau playfully derived from
à la sainté terre, to the holy land—his mind dreamily overran what
he saw even when he was most assiduously playing the inspector
of snowstorms and rainstorms, overran it and filled up the spaces
with evidence of design, growth, meaning. If you constantly note the
minute changes in plants and animals, you create the figure of Nature
as a single organism with the irresistible tendency to explain herself
to you. The visible surface of things then shines with the truth of the
evolutionary moral that Emerson had so contentedly taken away from
his visit to the Botanical Garden in Paris on July 13, 1833, of which he
wrote—“Not a form so grotesque, so savage, nor so beautiful but is an
expression of some property inherent in man the observer,—an occult
relation between the very scorpions and man. I feel the centipede in
me,—cayman, carp, eagle, and fox. I am moved by strange sympathies;
I say continually ‘I will be a naturalist.’” Thoreau’s sympathies with
the rough and the wild were so intense that he hauntingly identified
himself with other forms of life, but they also dumbly and pleas-
ingly arranged themselves to an eye that could not have been more
unlike the professional naturalist’s disinterestedness and experimental
method. Thoreau sought ecstasy.
This perfect satisfaction could not always be found; there were
inevitable days of bleakness, dissatisfaction, and weakness. But
Thoreau, using nature and God as instruments of personal power and
happiness, was able to create on paper his own life of satisfaction, to
retain in words the aura of some bygone ecstasy he had found through
nature. He was able, thus, to make a life by writing it. This was his great
instrument, a prose that always took the form of personal experience,
a prose created wholly out of remembrance and its transfiguration, a
prose in which the word sought not only to commemorate a thing but
to replace it. What had been lost could always be found again on the
page, and what had merely been wished for could be described as if
it were remembered. Memory was Thoreau’s imagination to the point
where it relived the original so intensely that it replaced it as style. The
dreaming mind of the writer, remembering his life, created it.
But this called for the most relentless control over life by style,
by an attentiveness to the uses of words that quite wore him out, by
calculated epigrams, puns, paradoxes, plays on words, ingenuities,
quotations, that, as he complained in his journal of 1854, were his
faults of style. He had practiced these “faults of style” so long that
he had become weary of his own strategy, for even the most devoted
reader of Thoreau is likely to see through his literary tricks. But these
“tricks,” or “faults of style,” are the essence of Thoreau’s genius and
the reason for his enduring appeal. They have an extraordinary ability
to evoke the moment, the instant flash of experience, to give us the
taste of existence itself. They give us the glory of a moment—single,
concrete, singular.
Thoreau was always, I think, a young man, and certainly oriented,
as Thornton Wilder put it, to childhood. He addressed his most famous
book to “poor students,” and his most admiring readers, whether they
are young or not, always recognize the inner feeling of youth in his
pages—the absoluteness of his impatience with authority and his all
too conscious revolt against it, the natural vagabondage, the faith in
some infinite world just over the next horizon. Students recognize in
Henry Thoreau a classic near their own age and condition.
All his feelings are absolutes, as his political ideals will be. There
is none of that subtlety, that odd and winning two-handedness, that
one finds in Emerson’s simultaneous obligation to both his deepest
insights and to the social world he thinks in. Thoreau wrote in his
journal for 1851 that “no experience which I have today comes up
to, or is comparable with, the experiences of my boyhood . . . As far
back as I can remember I have unconsciously referred to the experi-
ences of a previous state of existence . . . Formerly, methought, nature
developed as I developed, and grew up with me. My life was ecstasy.
In youth, before I lost any of my senses, I can remember that I was all
alive, and inhabited my body with inexpressible satisfaction.”
This happiness is what Thoreau’s admirers turn to him for—it is a
special consonance of feeling between the pilgrim and his landscape.
And it was not so much written as rewritten; whatever the moment
the record of a love blind to everything but what it can gather from
that love, to everything but the force of its will. That is why those to
whom their own will still stands supreme, to whom freedom is the
freedom of their will, solitary but sovereign, can recognize in Walden
the youthful climate of feeling that is touched by doom but not by
tragedy—to whom death seems easier than any blow whatever from
the social compact.
For youth the center of the world is itself, and the center is bright
with the excitement of the will. There is no drama like that of being
young, for then each experience can be overwhelming. Thoreau knew
how to be young. He knew, as he said, how to live deep and suck
all the marrow out of life. “I went to the woods because I wished to
live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I
could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, to
discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life,
living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was
quite necessary.” That is youth speaking, for only youth thinks that it
can live by deliberation, that a man’s whole happiness can be planned
like a day off, that perfect satisfaction can be achieved without any
friction whatever, without friends, without sex, with a God who is
always and only the perfect friend, and all this in relation to a piece of
land, a pond, practicing the gospel of perfection. Yet only youth ever
feels so alone, and being alone, burns to create its life—where so many
people merely spend theirs. Thoreau’s greatness lies in his genius for
evoking the moment, in sentence after sentence each of which is like
a moment. For only the individual in the most private accesses of his
experience knows what a moment is; it is a unit too small for history,
too precious for society. It belongs only to the private consciousness.
And Thoreau’s predominating aim was to save his life, not to spend
it, to be as economical about his life as his maiden aunts were about
the sugar in the boarding house they ran. He wanted to live, to live
supremely, and always on his own terms, saving his life for still higher
things as he went.
Here is where the State comes in. Nature, as we know, Thoreau
could always transcendentalize. No storms or solitude or discomfort
could turn him out of his fanatical control there. He felt at home in
the world of savages. If he was in any sense the scientist he occasion-
ally wanted to be, it was when he felt superior and untouched by
dumb things in nature. The only object in nature that seems genuinely
spirit was free, “I saw that the State was half-witted, that it was timid
as a lone woman with her silver spoons . . . and I lost all my remaining
respect for it, and pitied it.”
But what gives “Civil Disobedience” its urgency is that between
1846, when he was arrested for a tax he should have paid in 1840,
and 1848, when he wrote it, the State had ceased to be his friend
the Concord sheriff, Sam Staples, who so pleasantly took him off to the
local hoosegow, but the United States government, which, under the
leadership of imperialists like President James Polk and the Southern
planters who were determined to add new land for their cotton
culture, was making war on Mexico and would take away half its terri-
tory in the form of California, Texas, Arizona, and New Mexico. The
Mexican War was openly one for plunder, as Lincoln and many other
Americans charged. But it was the first significant shock to Thoreau’s
rather complacent position that the individual can be free, as free as he
likes, in and for himself, though his neighbors think him odd. Oddity,
however, was no longer enough to sustain total independence from
society. Despite Thoreau’s opposition to slavery in principle, he knew
no Negroes, had never experienced the slightest social oppression. He
was a radical individualist very well able to support this position in
Concord; he had a share in the family’s pencil business, but was not
confined by it, and he was indeed as free as air—free to walk about all
day long as he pleased, free to build himself a shack on Walden Pond
and there prepare to write a book, free to walk home any night for
supper at the family boarding house. Up until the Mexican War—and
even more urgently, the Fugitive Slave Law of 1850 and finally John
Brown’s raid on Harpers Ferry in 1859—Thoreau’s only social antago-
nist was the disapproval, mockery, or indifference of his neighbors in
Concord. He never knew what the struggle of modern politics can
mean for people who identify and associate with each other because
they recognize their common condition. Thoreau was a pure idealist,
living on principle—typical of New England in his condescension
to the Irish immigrants, properly indignant about slavery in far-off
Mississippi, but otherwise, as he wrote Walden to prove, a man who
proposed to teach others to be as free of society as himself.
“Civil Disobedience” is stirring, especially today, because of the
urgency of its personal morality. As is usual with Thoreau, he seems to
be putting his whole soul into the protest against injustice committed
by the state. He affirms the absolute right of the individual to obey his
read history and our Bibles, but desecrating every house and every
day we breathe in . . . At least a million of the free inhabitants of the
United States would have rejoiced if he had succeeded . . . Though we
wear no crape, the thought of that man’s position and probable fate
is spoiling many a man’s day here at the North for other thinking. If
anyone who has seen him here can pursue successfully any other train
of thought, I do not know what he is made of. If there is any such who
gets his usual allowance of sleep, I will warrant him to fatten easily
under any circumstances which do not touch his body or his purse.”
But for himself, Thoreau added, “I put a piece of paper and a pencil
under my pillow, and when I could not sleep I wrote in the dark.”
He wrote in the dark. Writing was what he had lived for, lived by,
lived in. And now, when his great friend was being hanged in Charles-
town prison, he could only speak for. The word was light, the word
was the Church, and now the word was the deed. This was Thoreau’s
only contribution to the struggle that was not for John Brown’s body
but for righteousness. He called the compromisers “mere figureheads
upon a hulk, with livers in the place of hearts.” He said of the orga-
nized Church that it always “excommunicates Christ while it exists.”
He called the government this most hypocritical and diabolical govern-
ment, and mimicked its saying to protesters like himself: “What do
you assault me for? Am I not an honest man? Cease agitation on this
subject, or I will make a slave of you, too, or else hang you.” He said, “I
am here to plead this cause with you. I plead not for his life, but for his
character—his immortal life; and so it becomes your cause wholly, and
is not his in the least. Some eighteen hundred years ago Christ was
crucified; this morning, perchance, Captain Brown was hung. These
are the two ends of a chain which is not without its links.”
There was nothing Thoreau could do except to say these things.
Brown, who was quite a sayer himself, had said to the court: “Had I
so interfered in behalf of the rich; the powerful, the intelligent, the
so-called great . . . it would have been all right . . . I am yet too young
to understand that God is any respecter of persons. I believe that to
have interfered as I have done—as I have always freely admitted I have
done—in defense of His despised poor, was not wrong but right.”
Yet we in our day cannot forget that Brown was punished for
a direct assault on the Government, for seeking to stir up an actual
insurrection. By contrast, our martyrs, in the age of the Big State,
the Totalitarian State, the All-Demanding State, have been inno-
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God’s justice, earthly law, comes into its own, and he finishes by
being compelled to denounce himself. . . . The law of justice and
human nature have come into their own. (175)
God’s justice, earthly law, and the law of justice and human nature: While
hardly an argument, these sentences are the novel’s Archimedean
point. Raskolnikov’s fate unfolds against the background of these
“truths”: However he struggles, he is always already on the way to
Golgotha—because there is no resurrection without the cross. The
distinctly Christian narrative of punishment and redemption that
animates the novel is summed up succinctly by Dostoevsky in the
third of his notebooks for Crime and Punishment:
This is really the crux of the novel, and the crux of Dostoevsky’s argu-
ment with his ideological opponents, who held that improvements
in material conditions (comfort) might lead to an overall increase in
human happiness, and that it was worth fighting for this. Not so for
Dostoevsky, for whom man never lives by bread alone.
The fact that Dostoevsky uses his novels to score points for his
political agenda has long ceased to offend or trouble anyone. There is
a long-standing line of argument in Dostoevsky criticism that holds
that, in the end, Dostoevsky the artist always won over Dostoevsky
the ideologist. This idea goes back to the work of the great and enor-
mously influential literary critic Mikhail Bakhtin, who argued that
whatever convictions Dostoevsky himself might have held, the ideas
of his characters were always given a fair hearing: Dostoevsky creates
“free people capable of standing alongside their creator, capable of not
agreeing with him and even of rebelling against him.” (Bakhtin 6)
This is true in Crime and Punishment. After Raskolnikov has already
confessed and been exiled, for example, Dostoevsky still permits that
he “did not repent of his crime” (544). And even after his conversion
(“something seemed to pierce his heart,” etc.), Raskolnikov remains
hesitant about religion: “Can [Sonya’s Orthodox] convictions not be
my convictions now?” (548; 464). But it is also true—and this applies
especially to Crime and Punishment—that, nevertheless, Dostoevsky’s
authorial position remains dominant.
Dostoevsky is not tolerant of everything, and he has a number of
effective techniques for demonstrating his distaste for progressive ideas
and their revolutionary potential. One tactic is to ridicule and belittle,
such as when he names a filthy tavern in the slums of Saint Petersburg
“The Crystal Palace,” after Victorian England’s most accomplished
architectural feat and the bourgeois century’s premier symbol of progress.
Or when Luzhin is praised for being enlightened (when in fact he is not)
because he would not mind (when in fact he would) “if in the very first
month of marriage Dunechka [his fiancé, Raskolnikov’s sister] should
decide to take a lover” (365). Or, finally, when utilitarianism is put down
by having the novel’s representative man of the sixties, Lebeziatnikov,
claim that cleaning cesspits is an activity that is “much higher than the
activities of some Raphael or Pushkin, because it’s more useful” (371).
A second tactic is the frontal attack. As an example, take the
narrator’s description of Lebeziatnikov.
woman, then redistribute her money and do good for humanity (it is a
crime, in fact, quite on the level with Karakozov’s plan to kill the tsar
in order to redistribute his power among the people). The only law that
could conceivably counter Raskolnikov’s logic is the Divine law: “Thou
shalt not kill.” But even this, it seems, is too weak here, for no one—no
character, no reader—ever shed a tear for the murdered moneylender.
To provoke abhorrence for Raskolnikov’s crime, Dostoevsky had to
introduce a second and even a third victim: Lizaveta—and her unborn
child. The moneylender herself won’t do, and so it is exactly right, what
is said about her: “What does the life of this stupid, consumptive, and
wicked old crone mean in the general balance?” (65).
The fact that Russia needed someone to do it some good, more-
over, is clear from Crime and Punishment’s sketches of reform-era
Petersburg:
time she was killed, yes, but beyond that, in fact, “constantly preg-
nant . . .” (64). The minor characters are not much better, and as for
the general background: Every time Raskolnikov ventures onto the
streets, the only people he encounters are alcoholics, prostitutes, tricks,
tramps, and suicides. Sinners, every last one of them—yet who would
cast the first stone?
In this respect, it is highly significant that Raskolnikov finally
decides that he will kill the moneylender immediately upon reading
the letter from his mother that informs him that she will permit his
sister to sell herself for his sake. Whatever other reasons Raskolnikov
may have had, he is first of all plainly a man in revolt against the order
of things.
Of course, later in the novel, Raskolnikov suddenly says: “I did
want to help my mother, but that’s not quite right either . . .” (413).
And this is why: Dostoevsky rethought Raskolnikov’s motive while
writing Crime and Punishment. As his notebooks have been preserved,
it is possible to track the novel’s compositional history, and of the fact
that Dostoevsky made over Raskolnikov’s motive, the third one bears
precise evidence:
in giving a new law they thereby violated the old one” (260). But
the category also includes genius innovators like Newton, and “even
those who are a tiny bit off the beaten track, that is, who are a tiny
bit capable of saying something new” (260). So when Raskolnikov
confesses to Sonya, “You see, I wanted to become a Napoleon, that’s
why I killed,” he has this in mind: to raise himself above the rest, to
become an extraordinary man (415). “Freedom and power, but above
all, power!” Dostoevsky has him say (330).
Raskolnikov’s motive is thus transformed into will to power and
might makes right. This not only robs him of any moral high ground
he might have had, but also makes him ridiculous—and he knows
it. With the new motive, there appears an insurmountable dispro-
portion between the content and the form of his crime: “Napoleon,
pyramids, Waterloo—and a scrawny, vile registrar’s widow, a little old
crone, a moneylender with a red trunk under her bed [ . . . ] would
Napoleon, say, be found crawling under some little old crone’s bed!”
(274). Repeatedly, Raskolnikov grasps that his real problem is one of
aesthetics: “Eh, an aesthetic louse is what I am, and nothing more”
(274). So Porfiry Petrovich in fact gets it right when he says, “there
are bookish dreams here”: Raskolnikov is a spiritual brother of Don
Quixote, whose imagination was similarly out of proportion with his
circumstances, but who had the good fortune to have read himself
crazy with tales of chivalry rather than with the nihilistic theories
of the 1860s, and whose goodness saved him from the grotesque
results that Dostoevsky prepared for his proud antihero (456). Thus
Raskolnikov is tut-tutted for his idea. “A so-so theory,” Svidrigailov
calls it, and Porfiry Petrovich says, “He came up with a theory, and
now he’s ashamed because it didn’t work, because it came out too
unoriginally!” (491; 459).
But why is it not enough to expose Raskolnikov’s crime as being
rooted in despotism? Why must it also be grotesque? The Napole-
onic Idea contains at its core a radical democratic thrust and, indeed,
a theory of civil disobedience, and this is Dostoevsky’s real target.
Obscured by the way the division between ordinary and extraor-
dinary people is naturalized in the novel (people are thus divided,
says Raskolnikov, “according to the law of nature,” making it seem
like the extraordinary are a quasi-Nietzschean or proto-Nazi “race”
of supermen), it is easy to overlook a crucial statement Raskolnikov
makes about the latter: “For the most part they call, in quite diverse
modern age have not only the right, but also the responsibility to rebel
against injustice.
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home. Miller immediately suspected that his old friend, who had
inspired him as an actor with the Group Theatre and as the director
of his plays All My Sons (1947) and Death of a Salesman (1949), was
in trouble with HUAC. As he drove to Kazan’s house on a gray rainy
New England morning, Miller recalled Kazan’s brief membership in
the Communist Party in the 1930s—a membership that was not and
never had been illegal in the United States—and feared that Kazan
had decided to cooperate with the Committee. Miller grew angry, not
at Kazan—whom he considered a brother—but at HUAC, which he
saw as “a band of political operators with as much moral conviction as
[New York mobster] Tony Anastasia” (Timebends 332).
When Miller arrived at Kazan’s house, the rain briefly stopped, so
he and Kazan took a walk in the woods, not far from where several
girls had danced and spoken of witchcraft centuries earlier. Kazan
spoke of how he was subpoenaed by the Committee and had refused
to cooperate, but then changed his mind and returned to testify about
his Party membership and to name seven former members of the
Group Theatre. Kazan explained to Miller his need to confess to the
Committee, so that he, at the height of his creative powers, could
continue to make films:
[I’d] told Art I’d prepared myself for a period of no movie work
or money, that I was prepared to face this if it was worthwhile.
But that I didn’t feel altogether good about such a decision.
That I’d say (to myself ) what the hell am I giving all this up for?
To defend a secrecy I didn’t think right and to defend people
who’d already been named or soon would be by someone else? I
said I’d hated Communists for many years and didn’t feel right
about giving up my career to defend them. (A Life 460)
Kazan, at the time, was one of the most successful and highly paid
directors on Broadway and in Hollywood. Kazan had no desire to be
among those on the Hollywood Blacklist—the “unfriendly witnesses”
of HUAC and those listed in the anti-Communist pamphlet Red
Channels (1950), which accused affiliates of the entertainment industry,
such as Miller, of being members of subversive and Communist
organizations. Kazan had good reason to fear being blacklisted. The
president of Twentieth Century Fox, Spyros Skouras, had told Kazan
the company would let him go unless he satisfied the Committee. To
confess was to survive, and Kazan had always told Miller that he had
come from a family of survivors.
As Miller listened to Kazan on that April day, he grew cool
thinking of how he too could be “up for sacrifice” if Kazan knew that
he had attended meetings of Communist writers years ago and, at
one such meeting, delivered a speech (Timebends 334). In response to
Kazan, Miller felt “a bitterness with the country that [he] had never
even imagined before, a hatred of its stupidity and its throwing away of
its freedom” (Timebends 334). If Kazan had invited Miller to his home
that day for validation for his cooperation with HUAC, he did not get
it. The playwright could only say that he thought this dark time would
pass and that it had to pass or it would destroy the country.
It began to rain again, so Miller returned to his car. Before he could
leave, he was approached by Kazan’s wife, Molly, who previously served
as an editor of New Theater magazine and play reader for the Group
Theatre. She bluntly asked Miller if he realized that Communists
controlled the United Electrical Workers union. Molly then pointed
to the road ahead and told the playwright that he no longer under-
stood the country—“everybody who lived on that road approved of
the Committee and what had been done” (Timebends 335). Molly may
have been partially acting out of interest for her husband—to save his
name and career—but she was also a firm supporter of HUAC. Molly
believed, as did many, that Communism was a real and present threat
to the nation, and cooperating with the Committee was a necessary
responsibility of each citizen, even at the expense of civil liberties.
Miller, feeling the gap widen between him and Molly, responded
that he could not agree with the actions of the Committee. He
believed in the right of one’s own convictions, even of unpopular
beliefs such as Communism. Standing in the rain, Molly then asked
where he was going. Miller said that he was going to do some research
in the town of Salem. She instantly understood Miller’s intention. Her
eyes flashed open with apprehension and anger. “You’re not going to
equate witches with this!” (Timebends 335). Miller said he was not sure
and, with a grim wave, drove away.
Miller did write of witches. The Crucible premiered at the Martin
Beck Theatre in New York, less than one year after his meeting with
Kazan. It tells the story of Salem in 1692, when the town was seized
by a fear of witchcraft. The fear of witchcraft quickly grew to hysteria
and paralyzed the judicial faculties of the townspeople and those in
Elia Kazan also struck back with his film On the Waterfront (1954),
which presents the side of the informer, who is seen as both scapegoat
and hero for protecting people’s safety. It concerns ex-fighter Terry
Malloy who works for Johnny Friendly on the gang-ridden New York
waterfront. “Malloy,” observes theatre scholar Brenda Murphy, “defies
the ‘Deaf & Dumb’ code of the longshoremen to testify against the
corrupt union-boss Johnny Friendly for having killed Joey Doyle, who
had been about to testify, and Terry’s brother Charley, who had refused
to turn Terry over to Friendly’s thugs. Terry is ostracized by the men
until he leads them to see that it is Johnny who is the betrayer” (212).
At the end of the film, Malloy righteously exclaims, “I’m glad what I
done—you hear me?—glad what I done! . . . I was rattin’ on myself
all them years and didn’t know it” (Schulberg 132).
Elia Kazan also took out a full-page advertisement in the New
York Times—written, in fact, by Molly—urging other liberals to
“speak out,” insisting, “secrecy serves the Communists” (“A Statement”
7). This fracture between Miller and the Kazans represents the frac-
ture within the country.
Beyond the Kazans, Miller saw alienation among friends and
strangers as they turned on each other to save their professional
careers from the Communist blacklists. “People were being torn apart,
their loyalty to one another crushed . . . common human decency was
going down the drain” (Arthur Miller and Company 81). To Miller, the
similarities between Salem in 1692 and the United States in 1953
were obvious; this did not escape the attention of HUAC when Miller
was called before them:
Mr. Arens: Are you cognizant of the fact that your play
The Crucible, with respect to witch hunts in 1692, was the
case history of a series of articles in the Communist press
drawing parallels to the investigation of Communists and other
subversives by Congressional Committees?
Mr. Miller: The comparison is inevitable, sir.
HUAC Hearings, 21 June 1956 (Murphy 133)
It is true that Miller wrote about what was in the air, but he had
intended The Crucible to have a much broader significance, and not
only refer to McCarthyism. The hegemonic barrage of McCar-
thyism headlines—from both the Left, who praised or critiqued
the play’s assumed portrayal of the HUAC hearings, and the Right,
who viciously attacked the play in order to maintain its position of
power—dominated the readings of The Crucible. According to Miller,
this “deflected the sight of the real and inner theme, which . . . was
the handing over of conscience to another, be it woman, the state, or
a terror, and the realization that with conscience goes the person, the
soul immortal, and the name” (Martin 153).
Miller saw how “a political, objective, knowledgeable campaign
from the far Right was . . . creating not only a terror, but a new subjec-
tive reality, a veritable mystique which was gradually assuming even
a holy resonance” (Martin 153). Miller wanted to reveal through The
Crucible that the world was deeply coded, structured, and manipulated
by aggressive dominating powers that enforce their particular view-
points as natural in order to create and enforce their dominance at
the expense of civil liberties. These are the aspects of The Crucible that
make the play an immutable classic, give it a life beyond its cultural
context, and allow it to speak to numerous countries and periods
about the dangers of tyranny and the need to perform civil disobedi-
ence. Miller said, “When [The Crucible] gets produced in some foreign
country, especially in Latin America . . . it’s either that a dictator is
about to arise and take over, or he has just been over-thrown. I’m glad
something of mine is useful as a kind of a weapon like that. It speaks
for people against tyranny” (Martine 14). Its relevance continued in
the United States after the terrorist attacks of September 11, when
civil liberties were considered, once again, to be compromised for the
benefit of national security.
Forty-five days after the September 11 attacks, the USA Patriot
Act (2001) was passed with little debate. The Patriot Act expanded
the authority of U.S. law enforcement agencies to fight terrorism
in the United States and abroad. In The USA Patriot Act: Preserving
Life and Liberty (Uniting and Strengthening America by Providing
Appropriate Tools Required to Intercept and Obstruct Terrorism), the U.S.
Department of Justice emphasizes the “key part” of the Patriot Act in
protecting national security:
Since its passage following the September 11, 2001 attacks, the
Patriot Act has played a key part—and often the leading role—in
a number of successful operations to protect innocent Americans
from the deadly plans of terrorists dedicated to destroying
America and our way of life. While the results have been
important, in passing the Patriot Act, Congress provided for
only modest, incremental changes in the law. Congress simply
took existing legal principles and retrofitted them to preserve
the lives and liberty of the American people from the challenges
posed by a global terrorist network. (http://www.aclu.org)
There are significant flaws in the Patriot Act, flaws that threaten
your fundamental freedoms by giving the government the
power to access your medical records, tax records, information
about the books you buy or borrow without probable cause,
and the power to break into your home and conduct secret
searches without telling you for weeks, months, or indefinitely.
(http://www.aclu.org)
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them, incinerating what the state has prohibited for “the good of
humanity.” After meeting Clarisse McClellan, however, Montag
begins to question what he has done; as he prepares to torch more
books, Montag begins to read:
Here Smith outlines the ways in which others can fulfill a human life,
and the way a “mirror of one kind or another” helps human beings
understand themselves. For Smith, Bradbury, and for Guy Montag,
self-understanding and the social order depend upon learning through
reading and studying books. In Fahrenheit 451, not only do Granger,
Montag, and company remember as much literature as they can to
preserve it, but also, in working to preserve the past and create a better
future, they resist civil authority and seek an end to civil strife, each
breaking the law and performing acts of civil disobedience.
While many contradictory definitions for the term exist, espe-
cially in contemporary political theory and law studies, where
thinkers often argue over what civil disobedience is and is not, the
term is generally understood in literary studies as it was practiced and
written about by two key figures, Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
and Mahatma Gandhi (1869–1948), two pacifists who practiced
nonviolent protest as a means of objecting to laws that violated foun-
dational human rights. Both Gandhi and Thoreau believed in the
possibility of changing the governmental machine through nonvio-
lent means. In Civil Disobedience, Henry David Thoreau proclaims,
“The mass of men serve the state thus, not as men mainly, but as
machines . . . In most cases there is no free exercise whatever of the
judgment or of the moral sense . . .” (229). For Thoreau, serving the
state in this fashion means strengthening the government’s tyran-
nical hold and failing to develop the capacity for judging, deciding
and choosing associated with the cultivation of the moral sense. Thus,
he challenges citizens to do everything possible to end governmental
intervention in private lives. For Thoreau, freedom can only exist
when individual autonomy is honored: “There will never be a really
free and enlightened State, until the State comes to recognize the
individual as a higher and independent power, from which all its own
power and authority are derived, and treats him accordingly” (246).
Following Thoreau, Mahatma Gandhi coined the term satyagraha to
describe his philosophy of nonviolent civil resistance, a philosophy
he used to mobilize Indian people and the world to see the injustice
of British colonialism. Yet acts of civil disobedience can be seen as
early as in Aristophanes’ play, Lysistrata, where women upset the
social order by withholding sex, ultimately gaining power through a
nonviolent act. Thus, while Thoreau articulates what most Americans
have come to understand as nonviolent protest, this concept can
be traced from the literary tradition of antiquity to contemporary
political philosophy to the civil rights era and the ideals of Martin
Luther King, Jr. As with others seeking to change not only ideas but
also actions, what is at stake for Bradbury is the denial of free speech
and the eradication of cultural memory, the things that necessitate
civil disobedience in Fahrenheit 451. Free speech and freedom from
censorship are both essential human rights that, according to Brad-
meaning that the human mind finds purpose. With every thousand
ideas that pour through the sieve, a hundred may stick. The task of
the individual is to challenge the limits of the mind. Faber, the man
Montag seeks out to be his teacher, explains that this level of depth
need not come from books alone: “It’s not books you need, it’s some
of the things that once were in books.” While existing forms of media
like television and radio could be used to stoke the mind, the society
no longer demands or even allows for it. Reading is an exercise that
illustrates what has truly been lost: independent thought. In the world
of Fahrenheit 451 the individual is the enemy.
Montag’s wife Mildred seems to think so, clinging to her “family”
of soap opera characters on television and rejecting the attempts
Montag makes to include her in his rebellion. There is security in her
superficial existence when compared to the peril of reading books, a
point Mildred emphasizes when she observes to Montag: “if Captain
Beatty knew about those books . . . he might come and burn the
house and the ‘family.’ That’s awful!” (73). Mildred’s security comes
with a price though, expressed in her repeated suicide attempts. By
acquiescing to the will of the larger society, she must repress her indi-
vidual mind to the extent that the only act of disobedience left to her
is self-destruction. The fact that she does not seem to recall her actions
further serves to illustrate the dysfunction of her conformity. Mildred
is never able to make a break with her addiction to mind-numbing
media, and through her Bradbury shows us how dangerously easy, and
common, it is for an oppressive social order to get its people to submit.
But he also shows us the cost of that submission. Mildred is ultimately
inconsequential. We do not truly get to know her or her motivations
because there is nothing left to know. The ultimate conflict will occur
between Montag and his boss, Captain Beatty, who represents the
social order itself; Mildred is merely one of its drones.
Beatty is a book burner, but he is also very literate. He is able
to quote literature and has a grasp of history. As a manager of the
system, he seems to hold himself to a different standard; and it is
difficult to discern whether he even believes in the rhetoric he spouts.
Beatty is our way into the philosophy behind the totalitarian structure
of their society. He provides the history of the firehouse, how books
came to be banned and “the word intellectual . . . became the swear
word it deserved to be.” Beatty tells Montag that the trouble with
books started when special interest or minority groups began to find
We know the damn silly thing we just did. We know all the
damn silly things we’ve done for a thousand years and as long
as we know that and always have it around where we can see it,
someday we’ll stop making goddamn funeral pyres and jumping
in the middle of them. We pick up a few more people that
remember every generation. (163)
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Rawls, John. A Theory of Justice. Cambridge: Harvard UP, 1971.
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Other Writings. New York: Norton, 2008.
Introduction
In her discussion of Langston Hughes’s poetic style, Margaret
Reid explains how the poet crafted his works to “depict the
social evils of America, to prick the conscience of Americans,
and to exhort Black Americans to protest.” Christening him
a “forerunner of the militant poets of the Sixties,” Reid exam-
ines how Hughes utilizes irony, ambiguity, unconventional
poetic structure, as well as the “Negro folk idiom” to satiri-
cally protest the social conditions of Blacks in Harlem (which
she calls Hughes’s “synecdoche of America”) and the Jim
Crow South. Hughes’s innovative deviation from accepted
poetic convention “adds to the poignancy of the theme of
despair” in his works. Thus, Hughes depicts the injustices of
racism and evokes the despair of its victims, calling for acts
of civil disobedience.
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Given the kinds of social, economic, political and physical abuse that
Blacks suffered from slavery through the 1920’s, it is inevitable that
the Black poet as the voice of the masses would react in protest. There
were those who heard the clarion call for protest. There were those
who found a voice in spite of the fact that often the publication of
their literary efforts was dependent upon White patronage. The poets
often had to write their poetry in such a way that it would be under-
stood by Blacks but not always understood by Whites. They made
much use of irony and ambiguity. Some of these Harlem Renaissance
poets couched their protest in Standard White English using conven-
tional imagery, but many also used the folk idiom to protest the social
issues of the period. Their themes as well as their poetic styles gave the
poems their universal appeal.
As the poets experimented with their verse forms and poetic
language, there evolved unconventional forms and language. These
unconventional techniques which emerged during the Twenties were
not as radical as those of the Sixties, but there were those poetic tech-
niques which deviated from the traditional mode. Such techniques
sometimes included a break from the standard poetic forms such as
the ballad, sonnet, ode, and other styles. For these poetic innovators,
rhyme, rhythm, and meter were not always the prime prerequisites
that they were for the traditionalist. In contrast to metrical verse, free
verse was used quite frequently during the Harlem Renaissance.
Another trend was the linguistic style. As the Black poet chose to
write about the harsh realities of Black life, he began to use the idiom
of his people. Although the unconventional techniques were not the
norm of the period and were employed by few of the poets, one can
definitely see a trend slowly developing that was to reach its height in
the Sixties.
The most avant-garde of these poetic innovators during the
Harlem Renaissance was Langston Hughes. When he published his
Weary Blues in 1926, the literati saw a new trend developing in Black
poetic forms. Hughes had used the Black idiom, Black themes, and
the blues and spiritual forms from the folk art tradition. Although
Hughes used the folk forms in a more sophisticated fashion than
James Weldon Johnson or Paul Laurence Dunbar, Hughes was
criticized for using these folk sources. The Black intelligentsia did not
want its “uncultured,” “unsophisticated” and “illiterate” side exposed.
In contrast, Whites were fascinated by this primitivism and exoticism,
One of the ironies of the poem is that though the persona focuses
on the ugly deeds of the cruel South, Hughes also describes the scenic
beauty of the South, for the South is also symbolic of
The persona then sings lamentingly the swan song that was so
typical of Southerners during the great Migration of the Twenties.
The poem closes with this irony:
The “cold-faced North” was more than wintry cold. She was coldly
indifferent to the plight of the Negro who still had to contend with
racial discrimination, regardless of how covert it may have been. So
with this closing ironical statement, Hughes satirizes the North as
well as the South.
The two contrasting themes, hope and despair, and the contrasting
styles, conventional and unconventional, indicate the shifting mood
in Black poetry during the Harlem Renaissance, especially at the
beginning. Most Negroes were tired of waiting. They had been
waiting for three hundred years, and even the Emancipation Proc-
lamation had not brought them what they had hoped for. Conse-
quently, the time for being humble had passed; now some began
to protest with indignation. One of the factors which caused great
anguish and which provoked the poet to raise his voice in thunderous
wrath was lynching.
Hughes, who was the most prolific writer of the Harlem Renais-
sance, was considered—along with Claude McKay—the most rebel-
lious poet of the period. Thus, it is Hughes’ poem “Silhouette” which
protests lynching. The poet relies on ambiguity, contrast, paradox, and
irony to make his satiric attack on lynching—a prevalent theme in
Black literature. He gives the poem its ironic impact by having the
persona say
The underlying implication of this poem is that the Black man was off-sp
probably hanged because of an alleged rape of a white woman. Ironi- lack o
cally, Hughes poeticized that the hanging is “how Dixie protects / Its H
white womanhood.” And it is possible that the victim is innocent as person
were the nine Black boys in the infamous Scottsboro case of 1931. with h
There are three questions that arise from the use of “swoon” which as it r
means “to faint” or “to feel strong, especially with rapturous emotion.” poem
First, is the “Southern gentle lady” fainting at the sight of this ghastly, more
mutilated body of a Black man hanging from a tree? Second, is she with a
swooning at the loss of her illicit lover? Or, is the sight of the Black
man’s manhood causing her to swoon? This “lady” may have been the
town’s whore who made false accusations against her illicit lover when
the two of them were caught. If she is not a lady, then the poet admon-
ishes her to become one in his closing lines:
A
Southern gentle, lady,
impac
Be good!
one. M
Be good!
Hugh
Hugh
If “good” is to be translated to mean either “respectable,” “morally
man!”
sound,” “virtuous,” or “well-behaved,” then the poem closes with the
lining
same sarcasm with which it began. Such ambiguity in “lady” and
along
“good” increases the irony.
fragm
As a matter of fact, the title is ironic in that the Black man has
the ba
allegedly committed a crime against a white woman. This contrast
prono
is the basis of “silhouette” which is defined as “any dark shape or
throug
figure seen against a light background.” This black/white contrast is
In
advanced more by the line “In the dark of the moon.” This line also
provides a paradoxical element since there is no light; yet by “the
dark of the moon / the world [is] to see / How Dixie protects / Its
white womanhood.” The dark moon symbol also portends the evil and
sinister things that lurk in the night—lynchers.
Hughes has presented a very complex situation in a thirteen-line
poem. Those thirteen lines signify all of the bad luck or ill-feelings that
existed in the South.
Illicit sex and/or miscegenation between the races was one of the The co
moral blemishes which was bitterly frowned upon during the Twen- the pi
ties. However, the real tragedy of such a liaison was that the mulatto is rem
an was off-spring not only suffered taunts and abuse but, even worse, felt the
Ironi- lack of a real identity—being neither Black nor White.
ts / Its Hughes satirizes the mulatto theme in “Mulatto.” Irony, metonymy,
ent as personification, oxymoron, repetition, paradox, and syntax—along
31. with his unconventional poetic style—give the poem its satiric thrust
which as it reiterates the mulatto theme. (Claude McKay wrote a similar
otion.” poem by the same title in 1925.) The acerbity of Hughes’ poem is
hastly, more overwhelming than McKay’s “Mulatto.” McKay’s poem opens
is she with a statement of humility:
Black
en the Because I am the white man’s son—his own,
when Bearing his bastard birth-mark on my face,
dmon- I will dispute his title to the throne,
Forever fight him for my rightful place.3
Georgia dusk
Every image and every rhetorical strategy that Hughes uses attest
to the cruelty of the South. The contemptuous disregard that the
White South has for Black women is summed up in the two rhetorical
questions of the poem: “What’s a body but a toy?” and “What’s the
body of your mother?” Perhaps the poet makes a prediction that such
uncivilized cruelty may cause the barbaric civilization to crumble when
he states:
Georgia dusk
And the turpentine woods.
One of the pillars of the temple fell.
Of course, it is also obvious that the last line refers to one of the
town’s officials who committed this dastardly deed. So Hughes has
made a double satiric play with just one line. His constant repetition
of “star” to illumine the romantic setting may also have a satiric allu-
sion to the “star” that presided over an unusual birth two thousand
years ago.
In “Mulatto” Hughes garnered those rhetorical and poetic
devices necessary for creating the intensity of his protest. The
unusual way that he separates his lines just might be symbolic of the
separation of the races. So with all these techniques, the bitterness of
the protest is brought full circle as the poem closes with the opening
line: “I am your son, white man!” But there is some added venom: “A
little yellow / Bastard boy.”
As it was previously mentioned, Langston Hughes was to be the
forerunner of the militant poets of the Sixties who poeticized their
protests about the moral blemishes that scarred America’s sense of
justice. As with the poetry of the Harlem Renaissance, the poetry of
the Revolutionary Sixties used as its objective correlative these social
and moral blemishes. One such blemish that was not considered in
poetry during the Harlem Renaissance is drug addiction. Drug addic-
tion in the earlier part of the century was a little-known problem, and
then it was most prevalent among musicians. But seemingly after each
war or military conflict that America enters, drug addiction becomes
rampant, with its widespread use becoming a national problem after
the Vietnam conflict. Langston Hughes alludes to this fact in his
poem “Junior Addict.” Note the references to war:
poetry that reflected the times until his death in 1967. His volume,
The Panther and the Lash, which was published posthumously contains
poems that are reflections of the Sixties. In his last poetry, Harlem is
still the synecdoche for America.
As it was very typical of the poetic style of the Sixties, plain
and direct language replaced metaphorical language. Although
Hughes was a poetic innovator among the traditional group, for
the most part his linguistic style does use the metaphor—“sunrise;”
but his main strategy lies in his syntax and punctuation. Written
in free verse as is most of Hughes’ poetry, “Junior Addict” tells a
sad story:
NOTES
1. Langston Hughes, The Weary Blues (New York: Alfred A. Knopf,
Inc., 1926), p. 54.
2. M. Graham, Anthology of Revolutionary Poetry (New York:
Active Press, 1929), pp. 208–9.
3. Wayne Cooper, The Passion of Claude McKay: Selected Poetry and
Prose, 1912–48 (New York: Schocken Books, 1973), p. 126.
4. Langston Hughes, Fine Clothes to the Jew (New York: Alfred A.
Knopf, 1927), pp. 71–72.
5. Langston Hughes, The Panther and the Lash (New York: Alfred
Knopf, 1967), pp. 12–13.
6. Allen D. Prowle, “Langston Hughes,” in The Black American
Writer: Poetry and Drama, Vol. II, edited by C. W. E. Bigsby
(Baltimore: Penguin Books, Inc., 1971), p. 78.
Invisible Man
Knopf, (Ralph Ellison)
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y and “Where Is the Civil in the
. Invisible Man’s Disobedience?”
ed A. by Brian E. Butler, University of
North Carolina at Asheville
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There are no instances of civil disobedience in Invisible Man. This
omission, far from being an oversight, actually follows from Ellison’s
understanding of the relative position of law in Invisible Man’s society.
Ultimately, the lack of civil disobedience in Invisible Man follows the
lack of recognition and the legal invisibility of African Americans in
the United States of the 1930s.
John Rawls, in A Theory of Justice, defines civil disobedience as
“a public, nonviolent, conscientious yet political act contrary to law
usually done with the aim of bringing about a change in the law or
policies of the government” (Rawls 364). He goes on to state that
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. . . our life is a war and I have been a traitor all my born days, a
spy in the enemy’s country ever since I give up my gun back in
the Reconstruction. Live with your head in the lion’s mouth. I
want you to overcome ’em with yeses, undermine ’em with grins,
agree ’em to death and destruction, let ’em swoller you till they
vomit or bust wide open. (16)
About this time the crowd grows angry and inpatient, attacking
the white men despite, and possibly because of, the Invisible Man’s
oration. In the ensuing scuffle the Invisible Man once again finds his
voice and convinces the people to bring the contents of the apart-
ment back inside. During this activity the police arrive. After briefly
taunting the police by claiming that the group was only cleaning the
streets of litter, and laughing to himself, the Invisible Man is over-
whelmed by the scene and makes a rooftop escape, leaving the others
to face the impending arrival of the riot police.
Another moment of implied disobedience is during Clifton’s
funeral. The funeral arises out of an act of disobedience. Ultimately
it turns into an event premised upon injustice and aimed at recogni-
tion. A favorite community leader in the Brotherhood, the semisecret
organization that recruits the Invisible Man after he shows leadership
in the eviction speech, Clifton disappears from the organization and
then resurfaces selling dancing Sambo dolls on the street. Clifton is
next seen being harassed by a police officer. While the police officer
marches Clifton along, Clifton turns violently and punches him.
Though it is a strong blow that knocks the officer to the ground, the
police officer manages to shoot Clifton and he dies in the street. As
a witness to this scene, the Invisible Man seizes on this as an oppor-
tunity to “put his [Clifton’s] integrity together again” and attract
members to the Brotherhood (441). Clifton’s funeral becomes a huge
spectacle with a drum corps, a thirty-piece band and a large group of
attendees. The Invisible Man’s speech, while not technically against the
law (especially the law as a set of written texts), centers on the nature
of the relationship between blacks and the police (the real “law”).
The Invisible Man tells the crowd to teach the police to think, “when
they call you nigger to make a rhyme with trigger it makes the gun
backfire” (451). He then concludes, “I do not know if all cops are
poets, but I know that all cops carry guns with triggers. And I know
too how we are labeled. So in the name of Brother Clifton beware of
the triggers” (451).
One of the most powerful images of disobedience is a short inci-
dent within the very intricate and surreal riot described in Chapter
25. Here, our narrator is following a group of men he met for the
first time during a race riot in Harlem ostensibly caused by outrage
over Clifton’s death. Instead of joining the random looting and
pillaging going on all around him, the Invisible Man becomes part
of a group that appears to have a specific aim and a well-thought-
out plan with which to carry it out. Dupre, the leader of the group,
directs them to a hardware store where they fill buckets with oil.
With full buckets in hand the group walks in deliberate fashion to a
“huge” tenement building where, we learn, two of the men the Invis-
ible Man is with, Dupre and Scofield, live. Dupre intends to burn it
down, but is very methodical in bringing about his plan. He states,
“look here y’all . . . I wants all the women and chillun and the old
and the sick folks brought out” (536). After making sure no one is
left in the building Dupre continues with a just as careful plan as to
how the arson will be carried out. The Invisible Man’s response to
the successful fulfillment of Dupre’s aim is exaltation, at least in part
because “They did it themselves . . . planned it, organized it, applied
the flame” (540).
And, most dramatically, there is “the bump.” While placed in the
prologue, the accidental bump incident is, according to the narrator’s
story, last of all the disobedient acts to happen of those investigated in
this paper. In this incident, the Invisible Man is walking on a deserted
street when he accidentally bumps into a tall blond and blue-eyed
man. The man in response calls our narrator “an insulting name” (4).
Because of this, the Invisible Man seizes his coat lapels and demands
he apologize. Instead of apologizing, the blond man curses him. The
Invisible Man head butts the man’s chin, which results in blood and
the tearing of flesh and then, following this, repeatedly kicks him
while yelling, “Apologize! Apologize!” The man refuses to do so,
and instead continues to utter insults “though his lips were frothy
with blood” (4). Finally, the narrator tells us: “I got out my knife and
The Invisible Man, and those like him, are not allowed a civil space
within which they can be seen as legitimately protesting the injustice
of law. The possibility of legitimacy in the face of the law is refused.
Rawls explains, “civil disobedience . . . arises only within a more or
less just democratic state for those who recognize and accept the
legitimacy of the constitution” (Rawls 363). But here the Constitution
is corrupt. When the Constitution is cross-eyed and all cataracted it
should not be trusted.
But, as Ellison shows us, seeing another’s face right in front of ours,
even when it is threatening us with death, is sometimes beyond
our ability. One is confronted with an urgent problem—how to get
someone who is cross-eyed and cataracted by bias and privilege to
see the invisible, the unrecognized, as worthy of honor and respect.
As Ellison asserts, “it is futile to argue our humanity with those
who willfully refuse to recognize it, when art can reveal on its own
terms more truth while providing pleasure, insight and, for Negro
readers at least, affirmation and a sense of direction” (Essays 740).
Introduction
In his analysis of Julius Caesar Stopford Brooke focuses on
the political elements of the play, examining the revolutionary
nature of the civil disobedience that leads to Caesar’s down-
fall. For Brooke, the revolution in the play is unsuccessful.
Even though Caesar is slain and his despotic reign ended,
the play “puts, indirectly, into artistic form the two reasons
why revolutions which are in the right do not always succeed
against forms of government which are in the wrong: that
is, why a struggle for freedom fails against a tyranny, or, if it
should succeed for a time, as in the French Revolution, why it
finally falls again under the power of a despotism.”
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The play of Julius Caesar is the form into which Shakespeare cast the
materials he had collected out of Plutarch’s Lives of Caesar, Antony,
and Brutus. The subject was a common one. Polonius says in Hamlet:
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In the university “I did enact Julius Caesar: I was killed in the Capitol:
Brutus killed me.” Every one knows how much life Plutarch gave to
his characters, but the life which Shakespeare gave them was more full,
various, and feeling than Plutarch’s power could paint. A multitude of
stories interesting as history, a host of philosophic remarks interesting
as Plutarch’s, illuminate but sometimes overwhelm the presentation of
these three men by Plutarch. In Shakespeare’s play, the men themselves
are the first interest; and only those events and passions are chosen out
of the history, which develop the characters, urge on the action of the
play, or enliven the scenes into a vivid reality. The political philosophy,
of which there is a fair sprinkling in the play, does not seem to proceed
from Shakespeare, but from the very nature of each of the characters
he has separately individualised. Even when Brutus, Cassius, Casca lay
down identical theories, the expression of them is different on the lips
and in the mind of each. In all that Plutarch writes of his men we are
in touch with Plutarch, but in this play we do not touch Shakespeare,
but Brutus, Cassius, Antony, Casca, Cicero, or Caesar. And in this
contrast is contained the eternal distinction between the man of talent
and the man of genius, between the describer and the creator, between
the intellectual man and the poet.
Then, again, a creative genius, having collected his materials, feels
his mastery over them, and uses them as he pleases. He is going to
make a greater matter than that which actually happened; something
that will endure when the historical events have become dreams.
Therefore Shakespeare makes what changes he will in the history of
Plutarch. He makes Caesar’s triumph occur on the same date as the
Lupercalia. It really took place six months previously. He brings the
murder of Caesar, the funeral speeches, and the arrival of Octavius in
Rome, into the circle of one day instead of many. He combines into
one the two battles of Philippi, quietly setting aside the interval of
twenty days between them. This is the imagination dealing as it pleases
with facts. It is possible historians may dislike it, but what talk we of
historians when there is such a man as Shakespeare.
Nor does he less show his sense of mastery over his materials when
he takes from Plutarch, whenever he thinks them good enough for
his purposes, the very words that Plutarch uses or invents. It is true
they were in the noble English of North’s translation—contemporary
English with which Shakespeare was in sympathy—but all the more
one would think that he would avoid transcribing whole sentences,
almost word for word, out of North’s prose into blank verse. Not at
all. Genius takes all it wants, and is confident of its right to do this.
“I have power to adopt what is good,” Genius would say if he were
questioned, “because it is better where I place it than it was in its
original surroundings.”
The play appeared in 1601. Weever’s Mirror of Martyrs, printed
in 1601, refers to Antony’s speech in this play, for which there is
no original in Plutarch. Hence we know that Julius Caesar preceded
Weever’s book, and probably was written in 1600. It was acted at the
beginning of 1601.
The subject-matter of the play was of great interest at this time.
Perhaps in 1562, certainly before 1579, and again in 1588, there
were plays on the fate of Caesar. In 1589 a play with the title Julius
Caesar was known, and was acted by Shakespeare’s company in 1594.
Then, after Shakespeare’s play, that is, after 1601, a number of plays
represented various portions and views of the same subject. Indeed,
the matter has always engaged the thoughts of men, their passion
and their genius. It is a political interest;—the natural war which has
existed since the beginning of the world between the idea of Liberty
and the force of Autocracy; and this play, where the two powers clash,
where they are impersonated in Caesar and Brutus, has been, on many
a stage, the means of giving expression to the anger and pity of those
who, among a people degraded by the gratuities and coaxing of Impe-
rialism, lived and died for the rugged liberties they could not win.
That interest has been seen and felt in this play. What has not
been seen and felt in it—at least not to my knowledge—is that it
puts, indirectly, into artistic form the two reasons why revolutions
which are in the right do not always succeed against forms of govern-
ment which are in the wrong: that is, why a struggle for freedom fails
against a tyranny, or, if it should succeed for a time, as in the French
Revolution, why it finally falls again under the power of a despotism.
The first of these reasons is—that the single idea which belongs to
all the revolutionists is not kept apart, in each of them, from personal
motives. Each man adds to it his own interest or his own passion; and
these several interests or passions divide the men from one another.
Then unity is lost, and with the loss of unity, force is dispersed. Of
all the conspirators, only Brutus had a single aim uninjured by any
personal motive. Shakespeare makes that plain. His Cassius, Casca,
Cinna, and the rest, had each his own axe to grind, or his own
personal envy of Caesar. Not one of them is ever able to conceive the
impersonal, the unselfish attitude of Brutus. Brutus—and this is the
deep tragedy of the play—far apart from the rest in his own ideal
world, thinks, stands, lives, and dies alone. His is a position which has
been repeated again and again in the history of revolutions. It was,
to give one example from our own time, the position of Délécluze in
the story of the Commune. The other conspirators have little bond of
union except the desire to slay Caesar; no uniting ideal aim in which
their individual selfishnesses are absorbed. Where that is the case, as
often it has been in the story of the struggle of Ireland, and, as yet, of
the working classes in England and abroad, failure is certain.1 Even if,
for the moment, they act together, as in the slaughter of Caesar, they
fall asunder, each to his own interest, when the act is accomplished;
and their want of union for one collective, ideal aim ruins their cause.
The only thing which binds the conspirators together after the death
of Caesar is that they are all proscribed, and have to fight for their
lives. It is astonishing how clearly this comes out in Julius Caesar. It
dominates the play till the death of Caesar. It is not neglected after-
wards. Even the great and vital friendship between Brutus and Cassius
is imperilled by the personal aims of Cassius. On the eve of the battle
which will decide their fate, these two friends all but split asunder.
Again, a still more important reason why revolutions against
Imperialism fail, is that their leaders have no settled form of govern-
ment ready to replace that which they have overthrown; and no men,
trained in official work, to use as means for carrying on a government.
The consequence is, that after the outburst everything is at sixes and
sevens; the various parties devour one another; and in the confusion
the mere mob of the violent, unthinking, drifting people get the upper
hand. Anarchy, then, makes every kind of human life and effort, and all
property, uncertain; and then the steady body of the whole State, sick of
disturbance, illegality, change, uncertainty, welcomes despotism again,
because it governs. This was the career of the French Revolution.
Shakespeare makes the lesson clear in this play. The pure political
idealist, like Brutus, is absolutely at sea the moment he has destroyed
the government of Caesar. And Cassius, Casca, Cinna, like Brutus,
have nothing ready with which to replace it. They are all left, in
ridiculous failure and confusion, face to face with the mob whom
the embryo imperialism of Caesar has weakened and degraded by
amusements and gratuities. Nothing can be better put than this is
charming still not only by the invention of Lucius, who in his happy
youth has nothing to do with the storm of events around him, but also
by the gentle and gracious relations between the boy and his master
Brutus. But none of these things interfere with the main action—with
the contest between Caesarism and the old Republicanism of Rome,
between a worn-out Past and a living Present. Brutus is defeated;
Caesar conquers; and the play is rightly named Julius Caesar.
Some have said it ought to be named by Brutus’s name, and that
he is the true hero of the drama. But great as Brutus is in the drama,
and apparent master of its action, Caesar is in reality the cause of
all the action and its centre. His spirit dominates the whole. But in
the first part it is not the Caesar of the play who dominates, it is the
Caesar who has been; the life, the doings, the spirit of the Man who
in the past has bestrid “the world like a Colossus.” What Shakespeare
has made of the existing Caesar is what a man becomes who having
been great, thinks his will divine, even the master of Fate; and falling
into that temper which the Greeks called Insolence, becomes the
fool of Vanity and the scorn of the gods who leave him to relentless
Destiny. Shakespeare’s picture of Caesar resembles the picture drawn
by the Greek tragedians of the chiefs who, isolating themselves from
their fellow-men, equalised themselves to the gods in their self-
opinion, and placed themselves—as the gods did not—above eternal
Law. But his present folly does not lessen Caesar’s past greatness; and
Shakespeare takes pains to show how great he was, and how great
he still is in the minds of men. The play opens with his triumph over
Pompey. Brutus loves him, while he hates his idea of Empire. Cassius,
Casca, while they cry him down, exalt his image in our eyes. When
they slay him, they are like men who have murdered a world. Even the
starry powers, in Shakespeare’s imagination, emphasise his greatness.
The whole heaven, when Caesar comes to die, is racked with storm;
lions roam the streets, the dead rise from their graves. And when he
is dead, all his vanity and folly are forgotten instantly. Rome rises to
drive out his assassins. His spirit broods over the rest of the play in
executive power. It is Caesar who wins the battle of Philippi, who
plants the sword in the heart of Cassius and of Brutus. The theory of
government, because of which he died, defeats the theory Brutus held;
the new world he initiated disperses to all the winds the old world
that Brutus, in vain, tried to reanimate. Caesar is lord of the play;
Brutus is in the second place.
Brutus as the last hero of Roman liberty; and the fall of Republicanism
in his death is the true catastrophe of the Drama. The representation
of this might have been made more impassioned. But, even in this,
passion was excluded, because Brutus, being a Stoic, his law of life
excluded passion. Shakespeare was forced then to keep his representa-
tion of Brutus quiet. And nowhere is his careful work as an artist more
remarkable, more close to his conception of a Stoic student pushed
into the storm of great affairs, than in his slow, restrained, temperate
development of the character of Brutus. Again and again we expect
a high outburst of poetry. The events seem to call for it from Brutus.
But Shakespeare does not choose him to rise above the level of his
Stoicism; he does not even permit the tide of his own emotion, as he
writes, to erase the stern lines of the character he has conceived. Twice
only (after Caesar’s slaughter, and during the battle), Brutus is swept
out of his self-restraint.
Nevertheless the position of Brutus, though it is marked by this
self-quietude, is a noble subject for dramatic poetry. It is the struggle
of the hero who belongs to a past world against the victorious pull
of the present world. And since Brutus is high-hearted, and his idea
morally right, and the world he fought with ignoble and unmoral, his
overthrow does not lower him in our eyes. He is conquered by circum-
stance, but his soul is unconquered. He becomes more fit for lofty
tragic poetry when, as the play moves on, he stands alone in his noble-
ness, apart not only from his enemies, but in the purity of his motives
from his friends. And the tragic in him is lifted into splendour of
subject when we see clearly that which he did not see till he came
to die: that the death of Caesar—the means, that is, which he took
in order to bring back to Rome the freedom that he loved—was the
very event which riveted on Rome the Imperialism which he hated.
Few situations are more poetic. The ghost of Old Rome stands on the
threshold of Imperial Rome, and fades before its worldly splendour.
But as the phantom fades away, we follow it with praise and honour.
It will rise into life again when Imperial Rome shall have fallen into
the helpless ruin it deserved. The spirit of Brutus can never die.
In the very first scene (in Shakespeare’s preparing fashion), two
main elements of the drama are represented. There is, first, the mindless
mob, spoilt by the bread and games successive leaders have given to it;
which has no care for liberty or any policy, only for entertainment. The
second is the division of Rome into violent parties. We see the partisans
of Pompey and Caesar, hot with anger; then, in another class, all those
who, like the tribunes, hold some office, and are enraged with Caesar
who threatens to take all offices into himself. These two elements become
as it were two leit-motifs, which occur again and again throughout the
play. We hear in the first Scene the growl of the popular storm which
threatens Caesar. In the next we are in the thick of it. Caesar enters
in triumph. A short dialogue, quick and crisp, sketches the pride, the
superstition, the insolentia of Caesar—the temper of one whom the
gods have doomed; the flattery which has brought him to this point of
foolishness; the pride which could not conceive that misfortune or death
could touch him. When the Soothsayer bids him beware, he cries—
The pageant then passes on, and Cassius and Brutus are left alone.
We hear that Brutus has been brooding of late, apart from his friends,
in silence. No one knows, not even Cassius, what turn his thoughts
have taken on the politics of Rome. Has he even discovered himself
what he thinks? There are thoughts in us which we need to hear
shaped by another person or by some event before we are conscious
that we have had them for a long time; and Brutus is in this condition
when Cassius probes him about Caesar—
Then the event finishes what Cassius had begun. A shout at a distance
forces out of Brutus the dominant and concealed thoughts within him,
and crystallises them into expression—
On that Cassius works to win Brutus to his side against Caesar; and
at every point of the dialogue the character of Cassius is dramati-
cally divided from the character of Brutus. Brutus only cares for the
public weal, for his republican ideal. Cassius is consumed with envy
of Caesar; and the bitter hatred of envy appears in the stories he tells
of Caesar’s physical weakness—anything to degrade the image of the
man he hates—as if Caesar’s not being able to swim well, or his trem-
bling in a fever, proved that he was not a better man than Cassius or
Brutus. This has no effect on Brutus, who is incapable of envy. Brutus
scarcely hears him. He is listening for a renewal of the shouts. Then
Cassius, seeing that the chord of jealousy and envy does not answer
to his touch, changes his attack, and changes its motive three times
in the course of his speech until at last he strikes the note which is
answered in the soul of Brutus. First, it is discontent with Fate that
he touches—“Why should we be underlings and he half a god ?” That
note does not touch Brutus. Then he tries ambition—“Why, Brutus,
should you not be as great as Caesar ?” That also does not affect him
either. At last he sounds the note of the ancient liberty of Rome—
That echoes in the soul of Brutus; and to develop it further into act,
Caesar enters in all his pomp. Shakespeare’s pictorial imagination
strikes out, as it were in flashes, the outward appearance and the
characteristics of the passers-by—
It might be made a picture of. Then Caesar (in the one speech he
makes which is worthy of his intelligence), sketches Cassius so vividly
that he is immortalised; and then Antony with one slight touch—full
of flying power—
Here and here alone Caesar speaks up to the level of his former self.
When he has passed by, Casca takes up the presentation, and we see, as
if we were on the spot, the scene when the crown is offered to Caesar,
and the mob, and the women, and Casca’s own bitter envy. Then in
a single phrase Cicero is painted; the cultivated literary man who is
isolated from the common herd in dainty pride of culture.
Every blunt word of Casca lays bare his embittered and jealous heart,
and we can almost see the “quick metal” in his face. Even more vividly
is the heart of Brutus disclosed to us in this masterly dialogue. The
desperate thought which has been born in him—that Caesar must be
silenced—grows steadily while he listens to Cassius and questions Casca.
He is thinking of what Caesar has done, and of that alone. He questions,
questions, that he may be sure that Caesar is trying for the crown, that
he may set his mind at rest. Though he says little, it is enough to enable
us to follow his soul in doubt. Must I slay Caesar whom I love? Is there
no way out of it? I must have time to think. To-morrow, Cassius, come
to me, or I will come to you. His mind runs round the circumference of
his thought, but never quite enters the circle; hesitating, this way and
that dividing his dread, his impulse, and his duty. And so, in this slow
progress of his thought to its shaping, we leave him for a time. He leaves
Cassius alone, who comments on his character: “Noble, yet so simple
that he may be wrought into my conspiracy.”
The night falls then, and the third Scene opens amid a great
tempest, full of terror and portents. The meaning of it in the play is
put afterwards on Calpurnia’s lips:
We have seen how often Shakespeare used the common belief that
Nature mixed herself up with those great human events which,
striking at chief men, struck at humanity. Nay, more, he made Nature
reflect the passions of men when they reached intensity. He writes
as if he believed that a spiritual power in Nature was in touch with
the deep things in man and in his history. We remember the storm
which accompanies the murder of Duncan; the fury of the elements
which reflects and heightens the agony of Lear. And here, to develop
this thought of his, and at the same time to dramatise it, here pres-
ents at length what each of his characters thinks of the storm. And
it affects them all in a different way. This suppression of his own idea,
and this out-creation of it in other lives than his own, other thoughts
than his own, is most masterly in this scene, and most effective on
the stage.
Casca, the envious scoffer, who respects nothing, is like many of
his tribe, smitten by the storm into superstitious terror. With his sword
drawn, breathless and staring, thinking the world is ending, he meets
Cicero; and the little sketch of Cicero is delightful. He is perfectly
unmoved by the terror of the night; as quiet as if all the stars were
shining in a peaceful sky—only astonished by the state of mind in
which Casca presents himself. Hear how placid are his sentences—
And to Casca’s relation of the awful sights—a lion met near the
Capitol, a man with a burning hand, men all on fire walking the
streets, the owl shrieking at noonday, and the skies dropping fire—he
replies in a philosophic strain as if he were in his study; and then asks
about the news of the day, as if he were at his club—
’Tis a mean argument; and only a philosopher would use it and think
it good. Once, during the soliloquy, the unphilosophic side of Brutus
contradicts it—
ancestor who drove out the Tarquin,” finally secure his resolution.
Then he looks back on the long struggle, and in his loneliness paints
the tempest of thought through which he has passed—marvellous
words they are—half of the philosopher, half of the man who has
loved Caesar, and not one line of a man of the world.
Now, when at last the mind of Brutus is free from doubt, the
conspirators arrive. They are in the garden, the storm is dying away;
and the presentation to the eye of the whole scene is rendered more
vivid by the little dialogue (while Brutus and Cassius talk apart) of
Casca and Cinna about the part of the heaven where the sun arises.
They talk of “where the east is” while they wait to arrange how the
foremost man of all the world is to die. This is Shakespeare’s way,
as it is the way of human life, of mingling the common with the
uncommon, the great with the small, the deeds which shake the world
with a brawl at an inn in Eastcheap.
Then Brutus, developing still more the high-mindedness of his
character, will have no oath taken. No need for that if they are Romans
who know they have an unselfish cause to maintain; every drop of
whose blood is guilty if they break their promise. This is far too lofty
a strain for the conspirators, whom other motives drive. They do not
even answer him. Such words as
must have struck cold on the passions of envious Casca and jealous
Cassius. The loneliness of Brutus comes home to us.
Then emerges also his folly as a politician. It is the retired student,
engaged only in ideas, who speaks when it is proposed to slay Antony
And this interlude of the tenderness which lay beneath the stoicism of
Brutus is continued by the scene with Portia which instantly follows,
and on which I have already commented.
The morning comes, and we are placed in Caesar’s house. The
storm has not quite passed away, and the doomed man enters, to be
met by his wife who urges him to stay from the Capitol. There is
that which is terrible in the insolent pride Caesar shows throughout
this scene. There is that which is pitiable in the weakness with which
he yields to his wife, and then, when his pride is appealed to, to the
conspirators. This kind of pride is the very top of weakness. All the
evil omens are in vain. His pompous and inflated speeches, intoler-
able when he is speaking in the third person, seem to challenge the
gods, and to despise all men but himself. Shakespeare, like a Greek
dramatist, meant them to contain his fate and the cause of it. They
partly explain the hatred and envy of Cassius and the rest; and it is
a fine piece of art which thus modifies our horror of his murder by
our natural dislike to this tone of haughty defiance. And in the death
scene this is continued. His insolence becomes so great that it seems
to claim the dagger. He says he will spurn “like a cur” the man who
would alter his will. “Hence!” he cries, as the conspirators press their
suit upon him—“Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus?” Again Decius
claims his friend’s return from exile. Caesar answers,
This motives the last blow, and brings us up to it without too great a
shock.
Then follows the confusion of the conspirators, who do not know
what to do; the dispersal of the people, and the conspirators left alone
with their dead master. It is a wonderful scene; at first they do nothing
but shout—
Listen to that; the people wish to make him that which he hopes he
has destroyed. He has slain Caesar that there may be no more Caesars.
“Let him be Caesar,” is the answer of the mob. Alone, alone, Brutus
goes away, the fool of fancy, self-deceived.
Then Antony begins the speech that every schoolboy knows. It is
charged with contempt of the mob. He plays on them as a musician
on an instrument. The subtle changes of his speech, from praise of
the conspirators—harmonising himself with the impression Brutus
has made on the crowd—to praise of Caesar, dropping the first as he
feels his listeners coming into sympathy with the second; his personal
grief for Caesar breaking forth into tears that win him the sympathy
of the people, and finally impassionate them into love of Caesar; his
careful, reiterated appeal to their curiosity by his reserve with regard to
Caesar’s will till he has lashed them into insatiable eagerness; his final
appeal to their hatred of ingratitude, the vice the people have always
hated most; his exhibition of the dead body to their eyes: “Look, look
and pity”—are one and all most masterly, and, as we read, it is finally
the mighty intelligence of Shakespeare that impresses us more than
even the mighty events of the history. The last appeal, with its fasci-
nating touch of narrative—with its linking of each separate wound to
the name of a conspirator—is full of a splendid knowledge of the way
to excite a people:—
The rest, the fourth and fifth Acts of the play, are concerned with
the fall of Brutus and the conspirators. The interest lessens slowly but
steadily, till it dies away almost altogether in the fifth Act. It is only
the interest of a death-bed; of the last and convulsive effort of Roman
Republicanism, wounded to the death by the slaying of Caesar, to
live again.
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NOTE
1. There have been many men like Brutus whose aims were pure
of self in the struggle of Ireland and in that of the working
class, but there have been only too many who played the part of
Cassius, Casca, and the rest.
Introduction
In his essay on Martin Luther King, Jr.’s “Letter from Birmingham
Jail,” James Colaiaco provides “an exposition of [King’s]
philosophy of nonviolent direct action, especially civil disobe-
dience. The idea of civil disobedience raised for King a
fundamental philosophical issue: Are there any limits to the
obedience which a citizen owes to the State? Put another
way: Is a citizen under an absolute obligation to obey a law
that he believes to be unjust?” With these questions, Colaiaco
honors the fallen civil rights leader, whose acts brought about
change and whose words so eloquently justified the nonvio-
lent civil disobedience for which he is known.
f
Colaiaco, James A. “The American Dream Unfulfilled: Martin Luther King, Jr.
and the ‘Letter from Birmingham Jail.’” Phylon 45.1 (1984): 1–18.
197
As King prepared to begin his letter, dated April 16, 1963, he was
mindful of the slow and often frustrating progress of the American
civil rights movement. In 1954, the United States Supreme Court
issued its historic decision in Brown v. Board of Education. Yet, nine
years later, the Southern states continued to defy the law forbidding
segregation in the public schools. In 1955, King had been thrust
suddenly into national prominence as the young Baptist pastor who
organized a successful massive boycott of the segregated Montgomery,
Alabama bus system. Two years later, in 1957, he was elected president
of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC), a newly
founded organization dedicated to bringing justice and equality to
black people. In 1960, thousands of students participated in sit-ins
to protest segregated public facilities throughout the South. The
following year, courageous freedom riders, mobilized by the Congress
of Racial Equality (CORE), risked their lives to integrate bus stations
in Mississippi and Alabama. In 1962, King and the SCLC suffered a
temporary setback as poor planning contributed to the failure of the
campaign to desegregate Albany, Georgia. The same year saw James
Meredith become the first black student to enroll in the University of
Mississippi. In 1963, as the nation prepared to celebrate the centenary
of President Abraham Lincoln’s Emancipation proclamation, King was
sadly aware that black Americans were still deprived of fundamental
human rights. As long as the Southern states continued to oppose the
full integration of blacks into society, as long as blacks throughout
the nation were denied justice and equality, the dream embodied in
America’s Declaration of Independence and the Constitution would
remain unfulfilled.
The recent events in Birmingham also undoubtedly were fixed in
King’s mind as he contemplated how to respond to his critics. The
direct-action campaign had been conceived in January 1963, when
King pledged in a speech that he and his followers would not cease in
their efforts until “Pharaoh lets God’s people go.”7 That same month,
George Wallace, having received the largest popular vote in Alabama
gubernatorial history, made an inauguration vow of “segregation
now, segregation tomorrow, segregation forever.”8 The Birmingham
campaign (called “Project C”—the “C” stood for confrontation) was
formally launched on April 3 with the issuance by King and his aides
of the “Birmingham Manifesto,” a review of the deplorable circum-
stances that made the upcoming direct action necessary.9 After a few
King suggests. King’s letter, written in a jail cell, calls to mind that
Paul composed some of his great epistles to his disciples while he was
imprisoned in Rome. King professes that he too must carry a gospel
beyond his home town—the gospel of freedom. Convinced of “the
interrelatedness of all communities and states,” he proclaims: “I cannot
sit idly by in Atlanta and not be concerned about what happens in
Birmingham.” King clinches his argument: “Injustice anywhere is a
threat to justice everywhere.”12
Having refuted the charge that he is an intruding agitator, King
transcends the immediate criticisms of his recent activities and
launches into the most important part of his letter: an exposition of
his philosophy of nonviolent direct action, especially civil disobedi-
ence. The idea of civil disobedience raised for King a fundamental
philosophical issue: Are there any limits to the obedience which a
citizen owes to the State? Put another way: Is a citizen under an abso-
lute obligation to obey a law that he believes to be unjust? Such ques-
tions have long concerned man, and continue to preoccupy us today in
the 1980s. The justification for civil disobedience is usually either the
doctrine of a higher law or some theory of natural or human rights.
The ancient Greek dramatist Sophocles immortalized Antigone, a
young heroine who is sentenced to death after defying a law of her
king that conflicted with higher divine law. Since the ancient Greeks,
several philosophers, from Aquinas to John Locke, have recognized
the right of the individual to disobey laws that are contrary to the
eternal law of God. The American Founding Fathers brought forth
a new nation on the basis of the natural right of civil disobedience.
The nineteenth-century Abolitionists defied the fugitive slave laws on
the grounds that they opposed the law of God. Henry David Thoreau
practiced civil disobedience and wrote a classic essay on the subject.
Mahatma Gandhi achieved worldwide fame for his nonviolent resis-
tance to unjust laws, first in South Africa, then in his native India.
Since the Second World War, the question of civil disobedience has
become increasingly important in the United States. The civil rights
movement, resistance to the Vietnam War, and, most recently, a series
of anti-nuclear protests have emphasized the right of individuals to
disobey laws that conflict with moral principles. The most outstanding
example in the Western world of the effectiveness of mass civil disobe-
dience is the American civil rights movement under its greatest leader,
Martin Luther King, Jr.
destroyed law and order. But this argument rests on the dangerous
assumption that the lack of conflict in a community is evidence of the
presence of justice.
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King understood that to say that one ought to obey just laws and
disobey unjust laws merely begs the question of how one distinguishes
between the two. For an answer, he is compelled to seek an authority
that transcends the State. Since civil disobedients cannot look to the
State to tell them whether its laws are just or not, King relies upon the
rich Western tradition of natural law. The philosophy of natural law
has a twenty-five hundred year history. It refers to moral principles,
found innately in the human conscience, that originate in God and
exist independently of the State. Since the State is sovereign, all its
laws are “legal.” Yet, throughout history, civil disobedients have recog-
nized that civil law is not always just, and that human beings must
be able to appeal to a higher law—divine or natural law—whenever
a command of the State conflicts with their moral principles. Natural
law is, therefore, King’s guide. “A just law is a man-made code that
squares with the moral law or the law of God. An unjust law is a code
that is out of harmony with the moral law.”18 King finds support in one
of the greatest Christian philosophers: “To put it in the terms of St.
Thomas Aquinas: An unjust law is a human law that is not rooted in
eternal law and natural law.”19 King reminds those who tend to regard
civil law as sacrosanct that the early Christians disobeyed laws that
were contrary to their conscience; moreover, the Boston Tea Party was
“a massive act of civil disobedience.” On the other hand, the actions of
Adolf Hitler were perfectly “legal” though morally reprehensible.20
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King was careful not to offend his fellow clergymen unduly. To stir
their slumbering consciences was sufficient. Indeed, he hoped to stir the
consciences of millions of professed Christians throughout the nation.
He expresses heartfelt thanks to those who acted independently of
organized religion and joined “the struggle for freedom.” Maintaining
a conciliatory tone, King also insists that although he wept over the
laxity of the church, his disappointment stems from deep love: “Yes, I
love the church. How could I do otherwise? I am in the rather unique
position of being the son, the grandson and the great-grandson of
preachers. Yes, I see the church as the body of Christ. But oh! How
we have blemished and scarred that body through social neglect and
for the homeless and the oppressed, and yet allowed so many of its
citizens to languish in miserable poverty, has much for which to be
ashamed. King no doubt was struck by the irony in the fact that while
America was defending the cause of freedom throughout the world,
she was denying it to twenty million citizens at home.
Before closing, King pays a final tribute to all those who have
sacrificed for the cause of justice. Anticipating his “I Have A Dream”
speech of a few months later, King—stressing again a major theme of
his letter—links the success of the civil rights movement to the fulfill-
ment of the American dream:
One day the South will recognize its real heroes. They will be
the James Merediths, with the noble sense of purpose that
enables them to face jeering and hostile mobs, and with the
agonizing loneliness that characterizes the life of the pioneer.
They will be old, oppressed, battered Negro women, symbolized
in a seventy-two-year-old woman in Montgomery, Alabama,
who rose up with a sense of dignity and with her people
decided not to ride segregated buses, and who responded
with ungrammatical profundity to one who inquired about
her weariness: “My feets is tired, but my soul is at rest.” They
will be the young high school and college students, the young
ministers of the gospel and a host of their elders, courageously
and nonviolently sitting in at lunch counters and willingly
going to jail for conscience sake. One day the South will know
that when these disinherited children of God sat down at
lunch counters, they were in reality standing up for what is best
in the American dream and for the most sacred values in our
Judaeo-Christian heritage, thereby bringing our nation back
to those great wells of democracy which were dug deep by the
founding fathers in their formulation of the Constitution and
Declaration of Independence.24
When Martin Luther King, Jr. put down his pen in April 1963, he
had composed the manifesto of the American civil rights movement.
The “Letter From Birmingham Jail” is the most eloquent and effective
statement of King’s philosophy, methods and goals. He had presented his
dream of justice and equality for the black Americans. He had expounded
We’ve got some difficult days ahead. But it doesn’t matter with
me now. Because I’ve been to the mountain-top. And I don’t
mind. Like anybody, I would like to live a long life. Longevity
has its place. But I’m not concerned about that now. I just want
to do God’s will. And He’s allowed me to go to the mountain.
And I’ve looked over. And I’ve seen the promised land. I may
not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we,
as a people will get to the promised land. And I’m happy tonight.
I’m not worried about anything. I’m not fearing any man. Mine
eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.26
The dreamer is dead. It is for us, the living, to determine what will
become of his dream.
NOTES
l. Quotations from the “Letter From Birmingham Jail” are taken
from the book, Why We Can’t Wait by Martin Luther King, Jr.
Copyright? 1963, 1964 by Martin Luther King, Jr. Reprinted
with permission of Harper and Row, Publishers, Inc.
2. For the narrative of the events in Birmingham, see the
following: King, Why We Can’t Wait; David L. Lewis, King: A
Biography (2nd ed., Urbana, 1978); and Stephen B. Oates, Let
The Trumpet Sound: The Life of Martin Luther King, Jr. (New
York, 1982).
3. The Playboy Interview, edited by G. Barry Golson, (Wideview
Books, 1981), pp. 118–19.
4. Ibid., pp. 118–19.
5. King, Why We Can’t Wait, p. 77.
6. Ibid.
7. Oates, Let The Trumpet Sound, p. 213.
8. Ibid., p. 222.
9. Ibid., p. 216
10. King, Why We Can’t Wait, p. 69.
11. Ibid., p. 78.
12. Ibid., pp. 78–79.
13. Ibid., pp. 45–47.
14. Ibid., p. 80.
15. Ibid., p. 98.
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Just as the slavemaster [of the past] used Tom, the house Negro,
to keep the field Negroes in check, the same old slavemaster
today has Negroes who are nothing but modern Uncle Toms,
twentieth-century Uncle Toms, to keep you and me in check,
to keep us under control, keep us passive and peaceful and
nonviolent. (“Message” 12)
Don’t change the white man’s mind—you can’t change his mind,
and that whole thing about appealing to the moral conscience
of America—America’s conscience is bankrupt. She lost all
conscience a long time ago. . . . If [Uncle Sam] had a conscience,
he’d straighten this thing out with no more pressure being put
upon him. (“Ballot” 40)
They don’t know what morals are. They don’t try and eliminate
an evil because it’s evil, or because it’s illegal, or because
it’s immoral; they eliminate it only when it threatens their
existence. (“Ballot” 40)
The second quote of Gandhi’s that Zinn uses to further his argu-
ment against the exclusively nonviolent nature of civil disobedience
is also reflected in Malcolm’s rhetoric, which saw little substantive
change resulting from the nonviolent resistance of King and others.
Such a strategy fostered the Civil Rights Act in 1964, but racist
discrimination and segregationist violence continued. Malcolm,
like Gandhi, when confronted with an “either/or” choice between
ineffectual pacifism and violent action, favored the latter. But, as
Zinn notes, such comments betray a “pragmatic” attitude toward
social change, one where “ . . . circumstances and results determine
tactics” (Zinn 42). This pragmatic stance, where results and context
have precedence over abstract principles, lies at the heart of what
Malcolm saw as lacking in the civil rights movement. Malcolm
describes this stance in a letter he wrote while completing his
pilgrimage to Mecca:
Introduction
Steven J. Rubin focuses on personal revolt in Richard Wright’s
Native Son and Albert Camus’ The Stranger, justifying the
acts of civil disobedience that the two novels’ protagonists
perform. Ultimately, he finds that: “Although the motivating
forces behind their actions differ, both protagonists conform
to a similar pattern: alienation, a sense of frustration with
conventional order and values, an accidental murder, a real-
ization of the meaning of that murder in terms of their role
in society, a separation (physical and emotional) from their
world, and a final coming to terms with their individual fates.”
Thus, he concludes that both Bigger Thomas, the central
character in Native Son, and Meursault, the central character
in The Stranger, find peace within themselves by realizing
that their “actions, although self-destructive, [are] the only
Rubin, Steven J. “Richard Wright and Albert Camus: The Literature of Revolt.”
International Fiction Review 8.1 (Winter 1981): 12–6.
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Finding the world to be unjust, the rebel protests against being a part
of the universe and attempts to reorder his world according to his
own version of justice. The act of revolting, even when it involves a
level of injustice to match that which is prevalent in society, results in
apocalyptical moments of freedom and power. The result, according
to Camus, is not only a new respect for one’s self, but also a new sense
of order and unity in the universe. This acceptance of a self-imposed
order is what ultimately moves both Camus’s Meursault (L’Etranger),
and Wright’s Bigger Thomas toward a peaceful reconciliation with
their fates.
In Wright’s first volume of short stories, Uncle Tom’s Children
(1938), physical rebellion becomes the dominant theme and the
means by which his characters achieve freedom and identity. Wright’s
early heroes seek fulfillment of their personality and a purpose to their
otherwise meaningless existence through violent action. In similar
fashion, Bigger Thomas, confused and alone, can find no conventional
way to bridge the gap between his aspirations and the reality of his
condition. In “How Bigger Was Born,” Wright explained the need for
rebellion: “In Native Son I tried to show that man, bereft of a culture
and unanchored by property, can travel but one path if he reacts posi-
tively, but unthinkingly to the prizes and goals of civilization; and that
path is emotionally blind rebellion.”4
As the novel opens, Bigger is seen as a man conditioned by hatred
and a sense of racial exclusion: “I just can’t get used to it,” Bigger said.
“I swear to God I can’t, I know I oughtn’t think about it, but I can’t
help it. Everytime I think about it I feel like somebody’s poking a red-
hot iron down my throat. God-dammit, look! We live here and they
live there. We black and they white. They got things and we ain’t. They
do things and we can’t. It’s just like living in jail. Half the time I feel
like I’m on the outside of the world peeping in through a knot-hole in
the fence.”5 Throughout Book I, “Fear,” Bigger is portrayed as a man
in conflict, not only with white society, but also with his surroundings,
his family, his peers, and ultimately with himself. Bigger is not able
to escape the sordidness of his condition through religion, as does his
mother, or through alcohol, as does his mistress Bessie. For him there
are no external evasions, and as his anxiety and frustration mount
Bigger begins to feel a sense of impending disaster: “Bigger felt an
urgent need to hide his growing and deepening feeling of hysteria;
deeply. . . . Never had he had the chance to live out the consequences
of his actions; never had his will been so free as in this night and day
of fear and murder and flight” (Native Son, p. 225).
Bigger is finally discovered to be the murderer and is captured
after a search of the entire Black section of Chicago. Max, a white
Communist Party lawyer, becomes his attorney and presents an
impassioned plea, linking Bigger’s deviant actions to his environment
and the transgressions of a prejudiced society. Privately, however,
Max, whose thinking does not go beyond sociological explanations, is
somewhat bewildered as to Bigger’s true motivation. Bigger tries to
explain that his action has made him understand himself as a man:
“What I killed for I am! . . . What I killed for must’ve been good! . . .
When a man kills, it’s for something. . . . I didn’t know I was really
alive in this world until I felt things hard enough to kill for ’em”
(Native Son, pp. 391–2).
[ . . . ] In Camus’ novel L’Etranger, 1942 (The Stranger 1946),
Meursault’s metaphysical rebellion originates because he finds himself
adrift and isolated in a meaningless society. Bigger, like Meursault, is
alone in a world which has lost all metaphysical and moral founda-
tion. Without God and without absolutes, he lacks an a priori basis for
moral and ethical choice. As Wright explained: “All Bigger Thomases,
white and black, felt tense, afraid, nervous, hysterical, and restless. . . .
These personalities were mainly consequent upon men and women
living in a world whose fundamental assumptions could no longer be
taken for granted; . . . a world in which God no longer existed as a
daily focal point in men’s lives; a world in which men could no longer
retain their faith in an ultimate hereafter.” 6
[ ...]
In the final pages of Native Son, Bigger Thomas, condemned to
death, [attempts] to understand the relationship between man and the
absurdity of his environment. Rejecting the solace of religion, he is
determined to die alone, as he has lived. In talking with Max, however,
he realizes that other men have lived and felt as he has. He is finally
able to send a belated gesture of fraternity to Jan, whose help Bigger
has rejected throughout. As Max is leaving his cell for the last time,
Bigger calls out to him: “Tell . . . Tell Mister . . . Tell Jan hello.”
As his death approaches, Bigger, like Meursault, is free of fear of
life and death. He has finally made peace with himself by realizing
that his actions, although self-destructive, were the only possible
NOTES
1. Wright’s literary relation to the American Naturalists was first
articulated by Alfred Kazin, On Native Grounds (New York:
Reynal and Hitchcock, 1942), p. 372; and later by Robert Bone,
The Negro Novel in America (New Haven: Yale University Press),
pp. 142–43.
2. Among the most interesting of Wright studies dealing with this
issue are Richard E. Baldwin, “The Creative Vision of Native
Son,” Massachusetts Review 14 (Spring 1973), 378–90; and
John R. May, Toward a New Earth (Notre Dame: Notre Dame
University Press, 1972), pp. 164–72.
3. Edward Margolies, The Art of Richard Wright (Carbondale:
Southern Illinois University Press, 1969), p. 106.
4. Richard Wright, “How Bigger Was Born,” Saturday Review, 1
June 1940, p. 4.
5. Richard Wright, Native Son (New York: Harper and Row,
1940), pp. 22–23. All further references to this work appear in
the text.
6. Richard Wright, “How Bigger Was Born,” pp. 17–18.
7. Richard Wright, Introduction, Black Metropolis. Edited by
Horace R. Clayton and St. Claire Drake (New York: Harcourt
and Brace, 1945).
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general order and more likely to attract supporters than calling for
revolution. At least, this is the case in a reasonably just state.
The third question is one of political context: Will the civilly
disobedient acts occur in a democracy or republic that is reasonably
just, or in a totalitarian state that is fundamentally unjust? If the activ-
ists operate in a democracy or republic, their message is more likely to
be heard, their cause is more likely to gather support, and the govern-
mental response is likely to be less harsh than in a totalitarian state.
In a totalitarian state, one of the critical aspects of successful disobe-
dience—public awareness of the event—is likely to be frustrated.
Authoritarians rarely permit widespread publicity for dissenters.
The fourth question is one of past benefits: Has the state granted
and have the activists accepted substantial benefits from the state in
the past? Where the protestors have benefited greatly from the state
in the past, their present opposition may be judged as ingratitude.
This was an argument advanced by Socrates in Plato’s dialogue The
Crito (Plato 51d-54e). Where protestors have been systematically
oppressed—Mandela and Tutu under apartheid, Parks under segre-
gation laws, Gandhi under imperial rule—their case for justified civil
disobedience is stronger.
The fifth question is one of future compliance: Should the protes-
tors accept punishment as the lawful consequence of their disobedi-
ence, or should they refuse to accept punishment? The usual answer
is that accepting punishment is morally and strategically wise. By
accepting punishment for their lawlessness, the protestors affirm their
general commitment to the rule of law and allegiance to their nation.
Moreover, they are more likely to win public support for their cause by
taking full responsibility for their actions and accepting punishment.
The radical answer is that the protestors have no strong moral reason
to accept punishment and doing so contradicts their central purpose:
If they are convinced their actions are morally justified, why should
they accept punishment for doing what is morally right? If they accept
punishment, are they not compromising their moral message?
When is civil disobedience justified? The answer to this question is a
matter of ongoing debate, but the following summarizes one plausible
position. The first step is to address the issue of citizens substituting
their own judgments for those of the state. In a reasonably just state,
such as a democracy or republic, protestors are not substituting their
sense of right and wrong for the judgment of the state. Instead, they
are holding the state accountable for straying from its own standards.
The state holds itself out—in public records, founding documents,
and constitutional aspirations—as subscribing to certain fundamental
values and basic political commitments. Where the state’s laws trans-
gress those stated values and commitments, the state has failed its
own purposes. Citizens who hold the state accountable, through acts
of civil disobedience intended to highlight the discrepancy, are merely
demanding that the state live up to its expressed goals.
The second step is to restrict the justified range of civil disobedi-
ence. Protestors should organize civilly disobedient acts only against
offensive laws and policies that cause serious injustice. Such laws and
policies transgress the fundamental values and political commitments
that define the state. They cause serious injury to a significant number
of citizens.
The third step requires civil disobedience to be aimed at reform
and to be conducted nonviolently. Lawless acts aimed at revolution
are less civil disobedience and more civil insurrection. Although
revolutionary activity is often justified, it goes far beyond civil
disobedience. Remaining nonviolent, as noted above, underscores
the moral message and maximizes prospects of earning public
sympathy for the cause.
The fourth step insists that protestors accept punishment for their
civilly disobedient actions. To be justified, civilly disobedient acts
must fulfill both moral and strategic requirements. Punishment is the
standard legal response to violating the law, and nonviolent protestors
further their cause, both morally and strategically, by complying.
The fifth step recognizes that civil disobedience is, for practical
purposes, a last resort. Other methods of affecting change should be
tried prior to launching civilly disobedient deeds. The civilly disobe-
dient acts must also have a reasonable expectation of achieving their
results. Having the moral high ground is not enough to enact change.
The strategic or prudential dimension—Are prospects for success
reasonable? What ways of acting will maximize those prospects? How
can public support best be won?—remains crucial.
Finally, the amount of harm caused by the civilly disobedient acts
must be outweighed by the amount of good caused by the expected
changes in the disagreeable laws or policies. That the activists must
minimize the amount of harm they cause by their deeds should go
without saying.
dards. Two notions inform the advice Niccolò Machiavelli offers polit-
ments, ical rulers in The Prince, written around 1513. Virtù has been, more
mental or less accurately, translated as efficiency, skill, strength, excellence,
trans- discipline, manliness, ability, virtue, effectiveness, will power, vigor,
led its and a host of related attributes. For Machiavelli, virtù connotes an
h acts excellence relevant to a person’s function. Human beings inhabit a
merely world of scarce resources and keen competition that rests uncom-
fortably with our bottomless ambitions and passions. Worse, we are
obedi- susceptible to the whims of Fortuna, which often conspire against
gainst our best-devised strategies. Only people embodying virtù are able to
ws and cope with Fortuna, confront adversity with renewed purpose, imagine
ments and pursue grand deeds, and maintain their resolve and passion in a
umber relentlessly competitive world.
Specifically, Machiavelli refers to military virtù, political virtù,
eform civic virtù, moral virtù, and artistic virtù. The qualities of excellence
lution defining each type will differ. The greatest men—those able to found,
hough preserve, reform, and expand healthy political units—must exude
d civil military and political virtù. Such leaders must effectively size up the
scores prevailing situation; reflect on the available choices, priorities, and
public probable consequences; and act decisively and successfully. Citizens in
a healthy political unit must exhibit civic and moral virtù if the unit
r their is to continue to flourish.
t acts In The Prince, Machiavelli sometimes writes as if Fortuna is a
is the personified, natural force that consciously and whimsically plays with
testors the circumstances of human beings. At other times, he writes as if
g. Fortuna is only the set of circumstances within which human beings
actical must operate and choose alternatives (Ch. 25). Wise human beings
uld be can take proactive and reactive measures to soften Fortuna’s fury. The
isobe- message to individual rulers is even crisper. Do not depend on past
g their favorable Fortuna. Your fortunes will change. No person will enjoy
hange. positive Fortuna forever. Sometimes caution wins the day. Sometimes
uccess boldness succeeds. The character of the times determines proper
? How action. For Machiavelli, the highest ends of governments are expan-
sion and glory; the highest end for human beings is enduring glory, a
nt acts form of immortality.
pected A host of slogans capture the gist of Machiavelli’s advice to princes.
must He tells princes to “free yourself from the imperatives of conventional
uld go morality.” Because of the unbridgeable gap between how people live
and how they ought to live, princes who insist on acting on moral ideals
The Prince that these ends require territorial expansion (Ch. 3, 7). The neutra
prince must “understand the critical ends of the state.” The state must and d
expand because, in Machiavelli’s uncompromising worldview, the only The q
other choice is enslavement. True, the prince burns with ambition and 18, 19
aspires to enduring glory. That glory can be attained only by invigo- M
rating the state and enlarging the common good. tempt
The prince’s deepest aspiration springs, true enough, from self- prince
interest. But he comes to understand that what is in his self-interest by unr
cannot be gained selfishly. If selfishness is ignoring the interests of equall
others when one should not, then the prince must shun it in order to neutra
satisfy his self-interest in enduring glory. From the standpoint of the party
people, the glory of the prince is a means to the common good. None forme
of this assumes that the prince has purely selfless motives or even that Th
his heart aches for the plight of his people. Accordingly, the well-being of The
of citizens is part of the definition of personal glory, rather than merely stands
a means of attaining it. his na
The prince must remember that “it is better to be feared than to and ot
be loved, but avoid being hated.” For the prince, being both feared efforts
and loved by the people is the best situation. But accomplishing both intern
at once is uncommon. If the prince cannot join these two emotions poten
in his people, it is better to be feared than to be loved. This is the his ow
case because of Machiavelli’s conception of human nature: People lute p
are generally ungrateful, cowardly, selfish, deceptive, greedy, and the m
inconstant. As long as the prince serves their interests, they pledge from
loyalty and offer extravagant promises. Love is an emotion that binds the m
people through obligation. People, who are basically wicked and self- Such
interested, will shun that duty when convenient. Fear has a greater identi
hold because it includes dread of punishment. Fear, then, is completely circum
reliable and predictable (Ch. 17, 18). public
At all costs, a prince must avoid being hated (Ch. 17, 19). The prince
people will hate a prince only if the ruler confiscates their property or that it
their women. When the prince has to kill, he should be able to articu- Mach
late persuasive reasons and to make a clear case. Above all, he must not frustr
seize the property of citizens: “Men forget more quickly the death of civil d
a father than the loss of a father’s estate” (Ch. 17). If
The prince should take the lion and the fox as role models. or oth
The lion frightens wolves and the fox recognizes traps. Rulers who is civi
act only as lions do not fully understand the requirements of their arms,
office. The lion, as a metaphor for military might, can be tricked and avelli
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responsibility). “This child of its father’s guilt and its mother’s shame
hath come from the hand of God” (he proclaims) “to work in many
ways upon her heart, who pleads so earnestly, and with such bitterness
of spirit, the right to keep her” (77).
As these words should make obvious, Dimmesdale’s phrasing
is in many ways as double-edged and as full of hidden meanings as
Hester’s has already been. Thus, by referring to a “father’s guilt,” he
not only lets Hester know that he does feel guilty; he also lets her
know that she has been successful in arousing—and playing on—
that guilt in the present episode. Similarly, by referring to Hester’s
“bitterness of spirit,” he not only alludes to her general anger; he
also signals that he understands why she may feel bitter at him in
particular. The presence of Pearl does indeed “work in many ways
upon [Hester’s] heart,” but the child’s presence (combined with the
mother’s hidden threats) have also worked on Dimmesdale’s. Thus,
when Dimmesdale describes the effect Pearl has on Hester, he also
implicitly describes the effect that both Pearl and Hester have upon
himself: Every sight of them is, for him, “a retribution . . . ; a torture,
to be felt at many an unthought of moment; a pang, a sting, an ever-
recurring agony, in the midst of a troubled joy!” (77). Hester, indeed,
has just proven how subtly she can manipulate Dimmesdale (when
she feels she needs to) in order to achieve her own ends. She has
just demonstrated how, by appealing to his conscience but also by
implicitly threatening to expose him, she can make him speak and
act as she desires.
Dimmesdale’s arguments win the day, which is another way of
saying that Hester (not to put too fine a point on it) blackmails
Dimmesdale into winning a victory for her. Yes, she appeals to his
conscience, but she also appeals (more pertinently) to his sense of
self-interest and to his desire for self-protection. It is a stunning
example of power politics within the pages of The Scarlet Letter, and
it goes far beyond a simple example (as in the first scaffold scene)
of civil disobedience. Roger Chillingworth, for one, cannot help but
admire Hester’s skill. After hearing Dimmesdale’s plea, Chillingworth
smilingly responds: “You speak, my friend, with a strange earnestness”
(78). Chillingworth and Hester, of course, both know why Dimmes-
dale speaks so earnestly, even if Dimmesdale is as yet unaware of
Chillingworth’s real identity and of Chillingworth’s precise knowl-
edge. Chillingworth, though, knows exactly what has just happened,
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a giant beetle. He spends the rest of his short life as the outsider, alien-
ated from his family and society. Joseph K., beginning his thirtieth
year, wakes one morning to find his familiar, stable world suddenly
transformed into one that he finds confusing and threatening. What
was once familiar becomes strange. K. is not greeted by the smiling
face of his landlady who daily serves his breakfast. Instead he faces
two coarse Court warders who have intruded into his lodgings to
arrest him for reasons that are never disclosed. The reader, like Kafka,
is equally off balance because K. is never taken away to be jailed by
the two court officials; for the most part, his arrest only amounts to
a quasi-official notice that he has fallen under the watchful eye and
jurisdiction of the Law and the Courts, two social edifices against
which K. must now spend all of his time and energy battling. K. never
actually learns of any charges, general or specific, against him.
The initial catalyst—his arrest—begins Joseph K.’s defiance of the
Law and the Courts, although his resistance ultimately proves to be
insubstantial and ineffective. His first reaction to the arresting warders
is disbelief, as he thinks that his co-workers are playing a game on
him, for it is his birthday. He then turns his indignation toward the
two clown-like thugs, insulting their lack of intelligence by assuming
his own intellectual superiority over them. But Joseph K. has only
now awakened to this strange world, and as such he fails to consider
his own ignorance of the Courts. His hubris compels him to believe
that he will quickly outsmart these policemen. But what K. believes
to be his intellectual mastery pales in the face of the straightforward
logic voiced by one of the crude warders named Fritz, who says to his
colleague: “See, Willem, he admits that he does not know the Law
and yet he claims he’s innocent” (6–7). Nina Pelikan Straus points out
in her article “Grand Theory on Trial: Kafka, Derrida and the Will
to Power” that language in The Trial “inflicts an emotional and intel-
lectual trauma upon Joseph K.—call it a nihilistic apprehension of the
world and the self—from which he does not recover” (380).
As Joseph K. begins to accept the gravity of his situation, he then
turns defiant toward the “wretched hirelings,” his arresters. He says,
“Plain stupidity is the only thing that can give them such assurance.
A few words with a man on my own level of intelligence would make
everything far clearer than hours of talk with these two” (7). But K.’s
defiance at this point only seems to make it more clear to him that he
has indeed become ensnared in the trap of the Courts. This he soon
learns from the Inspector, an official over the two warders, who has set
up a makeshift interrogation office in one of lodging rooms next to K.’s
small sleeping room. K. denies to the Inspector that he has committed
any offense. He then seeks to take the offense in his predicament: “ . . .
the real question is, who accuses me? What authority. . . . Are you offi-
cers of the law? . . . I demand a clear answer to these questions, and I
feel sure that after an explanation we shall be able to part from each
other on the best of terms” (11). K.’s expectation is twofold: He wants
to confront the real authority lurking behind these front men, and he
naively thinks that mere human discourse between intelligent beings
will bring a mutually agreeable outcome to the situation.
Joseph K. has awakened to find not himself transformed, but
the reality around him totally redefined. Only the day before he had
remained comfortable in his existence, ignorant of the Court’s unseen
forces secretly marshalling against him. Now K. quickly learns that
everyone around him—his landlady, the bank manager, and even
strangers—are very familiar with his case. In K.’s world of the absurd,
traditional meanings no longer suffice to answer the new reality before
him, an enigmatic Court and Law that he must confront. K. possesses
an idea of the Law and justice and his idea—the abstract prin-
ciple—does not coincide with his new reality. The world that Joseph K.
believes exists in the novel’s opening pages is not the world he has actu-
ally awakened to find: “What authority could they represent? K. lived
in a country with a legal constitution, there was universal peace, all
the laws were in force; who dared seize him in his own dwelling?”(4).
Kafka’s words are shockingly prescient, as the indiscriminate arrests
and executions of untold numbers by Germany during World War II
would soon commence. Kafka did not live to see his sisters and others
once close to him put to death in concentration camps.
Once K. is defeated in his attempts to bring quick remedy to his
arrest through simple logical negotiations, his only recourse is defi-
ance against the Law, Courts, and the Court’s representatives. Kafka
presents K. as an individual who becomes more and more isolated
from society. Arnold Heidsieck writes, “When at first Joseph K.
discovers the court offices in the attic they appear as something in
limbo beyond the everyday world, something shadowy, homeless, not
really existing” (16).
K. is not alone as an accused by the Law and Courts, as Kafka
describes the the throng of defendants who inhabit the Courts. One
defendant that K. meets is an old man who has been coming to the
Court about his case for many years. K. asks the old man what he is
waiting for at the Court. The defendant offers no answer, as though
he does not know. Kafka suggests that the defendant has visited the
Courts for longer than he can recall. As John P. McGowan notes in
“The Trial: Terminable/Interminable,” “ . . . the individual is merely
one element in a network . . . Once pulled into this system, the indi-
vidual has no choice but to play his role, to act out the part assigned to
him, thus insuring the maintenance of the equilibrium in the whole”
(3). The futility of one’s action, and yet the futility of inaction, epito-
mizes the absurd condition for K.’s defiance against the Courts. K. is
cautioned time and again that he must attend to his case with all his
time and energies, warnings that K. refuses to follow. His intention is
not to become one of the many who have succumbed to a plaintive
and penitential existence.
Joseph K. finds himself alone, essentially trapped and lost, and
what aid and advice he receives is of questionable merit. For instance,
K. is befriended by the Manufacturer, a client at the bank where K.
works as the Chief Clerk. The money borrower shares his knowledge
about the Courts with K., warning him not to leave a stone unturned
in his defense. He also encourages K. to seek assistance from Titorelli,
a Court portrait painter.
K. finds the Court painter Titorelli in the artist’s poor lodgings.
The shabbily dressed Titorelli, living in a small room owned by the
Courts, has inherited his post as a painter of judges from his father,
an earlier Court painter. K. learns that the Courts rely only on tradi-
tion and memory, what was done before, in every manner, even to the
point of keeping no written records. The judges even demand that they
be painted like the judges of old, and thus no portrait looks like the
subject. Surprisingly, it is the artist rather than the lawyer Huld who
offers K. the most information about the Courts. Titorelli explains that
there are three possible outcomes to K.’s case. There are three forms of
acquittal possible, and that it is up to K. to choose his outcome: defi-
nite acquittal, ostensible acquittal, or indefinite postponement.
Titorelli explains that once a judge grants an acquittal for K. to
please Titorelli and the judge’s other friends, then K. will be a free
man. K., incredulous, says: “So then I am free.” Titorelli qualifies
this outcome, though, by explaining that K. will only be “ostensibly
free, or more exactly, provisionally free” (158). He goes on to explain
that the low-level judges he knows lack the authority to grant a final
acquittal, and that power belongs only to the highest Court, which is
inaccessible. But then Titorelli clarifies even further that even once
an acquittal has been given, the defendant can expect that one day
in the future the courts will again take up his case for prosecution.
This continues ad infinitum, with no complete release or expulsion.
Titorelli’s explanations give K. a headache and dash his hopes.
K. is encouraged to seek an advocate for his defense, one who
knows the Courts well, and on the surface this seems a logical course
of action. His uncle, Albert K., who visits K. from his countryside
home, introduces K. to the elderly and bedridden Dr. Huld, a well-
respected lawyer and a friend of many powerful judges. His influ-
ence has him attached to the Court in the Palace of Justice. K. seems
only marginally interested Huld’s words, even ignoring his grave
warnings. K. then finds it surprising to see the Chief Clerk of the
Court in Huld’s bedchamber so late at night. As the men begin to
discuss K.’s case, K., rather than develop strength for his case with
the Chief Clerk, suddenly leaves the room and goes off to make
love to Leni, Huld’s young maid and nurse whom he has only met
minutes before.
To turn his case over to Huld, K. would be following the domi-
nant and prevalent attitude and recourse. But K. soon judges that
Huld, who feels that K. will benefit from long delays in his case, is
not an effective advocate. Huld tells K. very little about his case and
the progress being made. K. never learns of the actual charges against
him from Huld. This is certainly one of Kafka’s points of irony, in
that Huld is a powerful and influential advocate, but yet his abilities
are limited. K. later goes to see Huld in order to dismiss him as his
attorney, deciding instead to take the matters in his own hands in
order to push for a speedier resolution of his case.
Kafka’s Courts in The Trial are symbolic of the absurd concerning
guilt, justice, and punishment. Any specific crimes K. has committed
and charges against K. remain obscured. The reader also quickly real-
izes that it matters not whether a defendant is guilty or innocent, as
the Courts are said to be resistant to all forms of proof and innocence.
These are presented as ambiguous and menacing edifices to which
everyone is tied and subject. These offices of inquiry are housed in
the attics of most houses, in essence, blanketing the social body. These
spaces are dark, stuffy, and filled with foul air. They are packed with
defendants and those who work for the Courts. K. finds the Court to
be a labyrinthian network of corrupt, power-driven officials (45). This
is the social body, to which all fall subject, that K. intends to defy.
K.’s only encounter with the Courts is the Court of Inquiry, as he
never is able to confront the actual final Court of Judgment. These
Courts are never described and may or may not exist, and therefore any
possible final judgment by this entity remains problematic. Titorelli
the Painter, one familiar with the Courts, remarks to K. that he knows
of no one who has been given unconditional acquittal—absolution
and freedom by the Courts.
The Court of Inquiry finally summons Joseph K. to appear before
it on a Sunday morning. K., who is uncertain as to the time and loca-
tion of his case, becomes lost en route but eventually arrives in the
offices of the Court by accident. It may also be that all K.’s choices
and routes lead to the Court. This Court, like all Courts, is housed in
the attic space of an old, dilapidated, and crowded building. Subter-
ranean passageways lead from one Court to another. Kafka describes
it as looking like a large, dark, and stuffy political meeting hall with
one group seated on one side and another group on the other side.
K. is admonished by the Examining Magistrate for being more than
an hour late. To this K. retorts: “Whether I am late or not, I am here
now” (39). K. hears loud applause from one side of the room, and this
fills him with bravado. He now feels certain that he can win over the
crowd, just as he earlier believed that he could outwit the Investigator.
K. then attempts to seize control of the Court deliberations. He chal-
lenges the Court’s authority by asserting that the proceedings can only
be termed a “trial” if he, K., so asserts and allows it to be.
Then K. attempts a more demonstrative rebuke of the Examining
Magistrate of the Court when the judge identifies K. as a house
painter. K. recoils at this reference, asserting and clarifying at the same
time that he is the chief clerk in a large bank. He snatches an old book
or ledger from the hands of the official, bellowing: “Herr Examining
Magistrate, I really don’t fear this ledger of yours though it is a closed
book to me . . .” (41). K.’s defiance takes on not a private but public
defiance: “ . . . what has happened to me . . . is representative of a
misguided policy which is being directed against many other people
as well. It is for these that I take up my stand here, not for myself ”
(41). But questions remain regarding K.’s outburst. Is he sincere in
his declaration to fight for humanity, or is K. merely grandstanding,
In the end, K.’s defiance gains him a certain dignity, apart from the
barbaric forces set against him.
The final scene in the novel reveals that K. chooses to end his life
with individual dignity. On K.’s thirty-first birthday, one year from the
start of the novel, two men dressed in black suits and hats escort K.
from his lodgings. He goes with them willingly. At this point he seems
to have accepted his fate or sentence. His earlier struggles have ended.
Kafka writes, “ . . . the important thing was that he suddenly realized
the futility of resistance. There would be nothing heroic in it were he
to resist . . .” (225). In the face of overwhelming odds, he struggles to
understand that “the only thing for me to go on doing is to keep my
intelligence calm and analytical to the end” (225). He proceeds with
his two executioners across dark, empty streets. At times K., rather
than being led by the two men, leads them. At one moment, the three
are confronted by a policeman, but K. leads his group away safely. Then
K. takes up running, again leading the other two, until they come to
a desolate stone quarry, a site emblematic of religious sacrifice. There
K. is murdered “like a dog.” Straus adds that “Joseph K.’s arrest and
all the time hoping he can escape his cage. Sisyphus’s punishment
is capricious, his meaningless toil has no end, and there exists no
reason or balance between human acts, applied justice, and resulting
punishment.
It is in Camus’ world of Sisyphus that Joseph K. certainly finds
himself trapped. The unsuspecting young man is plunged into the
machinations of the Law, which for Sisyphus is the capricious Greek
gods. For K. the motives, decisions, and actions of the Law are never
declared directly or revealed by revelation. Joseph K. can only conjec-
ture why he has been caught up in the Law’s labyrinth. Straus summa-
rizes this dilemma in “Grand Theory on Trial: Kafka, Derrida and the
Will to Power,” explaining that: “The Trial is not about the impos-
sibility of justice, but about what it is like for humans when justice
morphs into an endless series of interpretations of the law controlled
by a powerful but inaccessible interpreter” (382).
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