The Modern Martyr

Being a reprint of an article by G.K. Chesterton – written about 110 years ago.


The Man, The Myth, The Legend

Those that know me know of my fascination with G.K. Chesteron – writing over 100 years ago, he was a veritable prophet. But he wrote with a wit and joy that I yearn to emulate.

I listed this under book reviews, but I am simply going to post the whole article. It reviews itself, one might say.

The Modern Martyr

The incident of the Suffragettes who chained themselves with iron chains to the railings of Downing Street is a good ironical allegory of most modern martyrdom. It generally consists of a man chaining himself up and then complaining that he is not free. Some say that such larks retard the cause of female suffrage, others say that such larks alone can advance it; as a matter of fact, I do not believe that they have the smallest effect one way or the other.

The modern notion of impressing the public by a mere demonstration of unpopularity, by being thrown out of meetings or thrown into jail is largely a mistake. It rests on a fallacy touching the true popular value of martyrdom. People look at human history and see that it has often happened that persecutions have not only advertised but even advanced a persecuted creed, and given to its validity the public and dreadful witness of dying men. The paradox was pictorially expressed in Christian art, in which saints were shown brandishing as weapons the very tools that had slain them. And because his martyrdom is thus a power to the martyr, modern people think that any one who makes himself slightly uncomfortable in public will immediately be uproariously popular. This element of inadequate martyrdom is not true only of the Suffragettes; it is true of many movements I respect and some that I agree with. It was true, for instance, of the Passive Resisters, who had pieces of their furniture sold up. The assumption is that if you show your ordinary sincerity (or even your political ambition) by being a nuisance to yourself as well as to other people, you will have the strength of the great saints who passed through the fire. Any one who can be hustled in a hall for five minutes, or put in a cell for five days, has achieved what was meant by martyrdom, and has a halo in the Christian art of the future. Miss Pankhurst will be represented holding a policeman in each hand–the instruments of her martyrdom. The Passive Resister will be shown symbolically carrying the teapot that was torn from him by tyrannical auctioneers.

But there is a fallacy in this analogy of martyrdom. The truth is that the special impressiveness which does come from being persecuted only happens in the case of extreme persecution. For the fact that the modern enthusiast will undergo some inconvenience for the creed he holds only proves that he does hold it, which no one ever doubted. No one doubts that the Nonconformist minister cares more for Nonconformity than he does for his teapot. No one doubts that Miss Pankhurst wants a vote more than she wants a quiet afternoon and an armchair. All our ordinary intellectual opinions are worth a bit of a row: I remember during the Boer War fighting an Imperialist clerk outside the Queen’s Hall, and giving and receiving a bloody nose; but I did not think it one of the incidents that produce the psychological effect of the Roman amphitheatre or the stake at Smithfield. For in that impression there is something more than the mere fact that a man is sincere enough to give his time or his comfort. Pagans were not impressed by the torture of Christians merely because it showed that they honestly held their opinion; they knew that millions of people honestly held all sorts of opinions. The point of such extreme martyrdom is much more subtle. It is that it gives an appearance of a man having something quite specially strong to back him up, of his drawing upon some power. And this can only be proved when all his physical contentment is destroyed; when all the current of his bodily being is reversed and turned to pain. If a man is seen to be roaring with laughter all the time that he is skinned alive, it would not be unreasonable to deduce that somewhere in the recesses of his mind he had thought of a rather good joke. Similarly, if men smiled and sang (as they did) while they were being boiled or torn in pieces, the spectators felt the presence of something more than mere mental honesty: they felt the presence of some new and unintelligible kind of pleasure, which, presumably, came from somewhere. It might be a strength of madness, or a lying spirit from Hell; but it was something quite positive and extraordinary; as positive as brandy and as extraordinary as conjuring. The Pagan said to himself: “If Christianity makes a man happy while his legs are being eaten by a lion, might it not make me happy while my legs are still attached to me and walking down the street?” The Secularists laboriously explain that martyrdoms do not prove a faith to be true, as if anybody was ever such a fool as to suppose that they did. What they did prove, or, rather, strongly suggest, was that something had entered human psychology which was stronger than strong pain. If a young girl, scourged and bleeding to death, saw nothing but a crown descending on her from God, the first mental step was not that her philosophy was correct, but that she was certainly feeding on something. But this particular point of psychology does not arise at all in the modern cases of mere public discomfort or inconvenience. The causes of Miss Pankhurst’s cheerfulness require no mystical explanations. If she were being burned alive as a witch, if she then looked up in unmixed rapture and saw a ballot-box descending out of heaven, then I should say that the incident, though not conclusive, was frightfully impressive. It would not prove logically that she ought to have the vote, or that anybody ought to have the vote. But it would prove this: that there was, for some reason, a sacramental reality in the vote, that the soul could take the vote and feed on it; that it was in itself a positive and overpowering pleasure, capable of being pitted against positive and overpowering pain.

I should advise modern agitators, therefore, to give up this particular method: the method of making very big efforts to get a very small punishment. It does not really go down at all; the punishment is too small, and the efforts are too obvious. It has not any of the effectiveness of the old savage martyrdom, because it does not leave the victim absolutely alone with his cause, so that his cause alone can support him. At the same time it has about it that element of the pantomimic and the absurd, which was the cruellest part of the slaying and the mocking of the real prophets. St. Peter was crucified upside down as a huge inhuman joke; but his human seriousness survived the inhuman joke, because, in whatever posture, he had died for his faith. The modern martyr of the Pankhurst type courts the absurdity without making the suffering strong enough to eclipse the absurdity. She is like a St. Peter who should deliberately stand on his head for ten seconds and then expect to be canonised for it.

Or, again, the matter might be put in this way. Modern martyrdoms fail even as demonstrations, because they do not prove even that the martyrs are completely serious. I think, as a fact, that the modern martyrs generally are serious, perhaps a trifle too serious. But their martyrdom does not prove it; and the public does not always believe it. Undoubtedly, as a fact, Dr. Clifford is quite honourably indignant with what he considers to be clericalism, but he does not prove it by having his teapot sold; for a man might easily have his teapot sold as an actress has her diamonds stolen–as a personal advertisement. As a matter of fact, Miss Pankhurst is quite in earnest about votes for women. But she does not prove it by being chucked out of meetings. A person might be chucked out of meetings just as young men are chucked out of music-halls–for fun. But no man has himself eaten by a lion as a personal advertisement. No woman is broiled on a gridiron for fun. That is where the testimony of St. Perpetua and St. Faith comes in. Doubtless it is no fault of these enthusiasts that they are not subjected to the old and searching penalties; very likely they would pass through them as triumphantly as St. Agatha. I am simply advising them upon a point of policy, things being as they are. And I say that the average man is not impressed with their sacrifices simply because they are not and cannot be more decisive than the sacrifices which the average man himself would make for mere fun if he were drunk. Drunkards would interrupt meetings and take the consequences. And as for selling a teapot, it is an act, I imagine, in which any properly constituted drunkard would take a positive pleasure. The advertisement is not good enough; it does not tell. If I were really martyred for an opinion (which is more improbable than words can say), it would certainly only be for one or two of my most central and sacred opinions. I might, perhaps, be shot for England, but certainly not for the British Empire. I might conceivably die for political freedom, but I certainly wouldn’t die for Free Trade. But as for kicking up the particular kind of shindy that the Suffragettes are kicking up, I would as soon do it for my shallowest opinion as for my deepest one. It never could be anything worse than an inconvenience; it never could be anything better than a spree. Hence the British public, and especially the working classes, regard the whole demonstration with fundamental indifference; for, while it is a demonstration that probably is adopted from the most fanatical motives, it is a demonstration which might be adopted from the most frivolous.

September Book Reviews

Dan Taylor

By DAN TAYLOR, Wordsmith and Elucidator

The Einstein Enigma by Jose Rodrigues dos Santos

Jose Rodrigues dos Santos has written quite the novel here. True, if you have kept up with me through my reviews, you know of the “Dan Brown” genre that I will complain of from time to time. This is storytelling based on historical figures of importance who have either a.) discovered the secret of the universe or b.) are the founder/inspiration of a covert cabal threatening to undermine the very fabric of our existence. Maybe both from time to time. Usually there is much historical detail layered in to paint a foolproof and undeniable portrait. This novel takes it to the extreme. I thought it would be a simple end of civilization story, but no. The heroes are trying to find Einstein’s equation that proves the existence of God. Please note the disclaimer at the start of the book that the scientific data used throughout the book is true and defended by both mathematicians and scientists. I guess I need to be careful with this review or the cast of Big Bang Theory will come here to beat me up. The theology and the science are both interesting, but it makes this a trial to work through. If you understand what you are getting into, you might enjoy this book. If you are looking for a thriller with some “lite” background material, you might take a machete to the book.

The First Assassin by John G. Miller

This story was promoted to me as Day of the Jackal meets the Civil War. The story tells of a plot to assassinate President Lincoln shortly after he was first elected. The plot builds slowly but surely. It is a fun “what if” type story. The characters do include real personalities as well as created ones. This is fun and actually believable in a “this could have happened” way. The dialogue may seem a little stiff but it is better than having historical figures speak with current lingo. The story, as I have said, starts slow but is laying a firm foundation. As each page turns, the pace picks up. It is difficult to maintain suspense when we know the Lincoln was not killed in 1861. That is the challenge for the novelist who tries this. I found it fun, but I did have to stay with it at the beginning.

BOOK REVIEWS


Power Force Twitter Black Belt

Sometimes – Greatness

UNKNOWN PART OF WORLD (but possibly Germany)- Marcus Brown has written a book. A book you will want to read. A book you may have already read and didn’t know it. A book for the ages. Power Force Twitter Blackbelt.

The man’s website is http://andasifbymagic.com/ and if you don’t go there you are stupid.

Why Read This Book?

That’s easy. The title says it all.

What surprised you about this book

The Clarity. It’s about the clarity.

What type of read is this?

This would be one of those self-help technology books.

How about an excerpt?

Well, I’m not really sure of the legal ramifications. Is it wrong to steal a bit of someone’s book and post it here, if you give the proper attribution? Ah, what the hell.

This simple 10 step killer strategy guide will help
you master the mysteries of twitter and aid you
in your mission to become a power force twitter
black belt. It will help you register a new
account and improve your existing twitter
activities. It will help you manage followers,

(excerpted from the free download of the first chapter which you can find the link on his website here. Tell him Frater Bovious sent you. He will have no clue who that is. It’ll be great.)

I found this book chock-a-block full of vital information, except I don’t do Twitter.