Tuesday, May 12, 2026

The Morality of Lynching

 



The Morality of Lynching

As the Bell Curve flattens, more murders seem motiveless. Children shoot other children in schools, strangers push strangers in front of trains. But most murders are still reasoned. A perceived enemy, a rival in business or love, or a simple envy. But we humans always expand our world and encounter new risks. In the jungle, we found AIDS, in the lab, COVID. And the anxious, intense modern body politic has picked at the scab of dimwittedness and resentment and uncovered a new version of an ancient depravity: the vigilangione.

Vigilante means "watchman." It is 
from "vigil" meaning "watchful, awake," and has the same origin as "vigor." It emerged in early American communities that had grown beyond the law and resorted to undeputized law enforcement. "Angione" is from "Mangione," a pretty boy who made up a crime, made up a punishment, convicted a man of that crime in his mind, then murdered him. 

Mangione's victim was not even the perpetrator of Mangione's made-up crime; he was just in the moral vicinity. But the scythe of righteousness swings wide. The vigilangione is much like the religious maniac doing God's work, but without a letter of marque. He's a man of the time of "the feud," where Hatfields were held responsible by McCoys for acts, sometimes serious, sometimes merely perceived, sometimes only distantly related, often from barely remembered times.

The vigilangione emerges from a world of uncodified law, where rules are created and enforced by individual whim, not just for personal gratification, but for a perceived greater good. Like at an individual lynching, the man stands by his work.
Or like the modern politician, who must set aside society's abstract legal restraints and rise above the law to set things right.

So it is in a land that has rejected the very laws that allow us to live together. 

Cry Havoc.
 
 

Monday, May 11, 2026

The Danger of History

 




The defense lawyers for the 
most recent Trump attacker are trying to remove those people at risk during the attack from testifying because, as potential victims, they will not be objective.

There was a time in America when they would be called "witnesses."

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A Danger of History

I feared that on a recent trip to Knossos, one of the favorite places of my youth, I might be force-fed the old truth that "you can't go home again." I still believe that if you've never seen the astonishing ancient Minoan city, you should; but if you have seen it, you probably don't need to go back. 

The modern recreation of the archaeological site is now representational. It is history at arm's length. Wooden walkways guide us, restricting the remains from our contamination and us from the rugged terrain. Thus, the ruins--and we--are protected from each other. Modern cement has filled in spaces. The grass has been cut, the areas staked out, and some glassed over. Areas have been roped off. What was once a spontaneous immersion in a historical site of profound depth and meaning is now a visit to a museum or the Stations of the Cross.  

Analysis and micro-examination of the sources and evidence of one of the great human achievements has disrupted the very interstitium of life itself. Imagination can no longer fill in to enhance the gaps.