Value for Saturday of Week 04 in the season of Dormancy

Evil

Evil is whatever denigrates human worth, seen as broadly as we can.

  • When they were in the field Cain attacked his brother Abel and killed him. [The Bible, Genesis 4:8.]
  • We will be greatly misled if we feel that the problem will work itself out. Structures of evil do not crumble by passive waiting. If history teaches anything, it is that evil is recalcitrant and determined, and never voluntarily relinquishes its hold short of an almost fanatical resistance. Evil must be attacked by a counteracting persistence, by the day-to-day assault of the battering rams of justice. [Martin Luther King, Jr., Where Do We Go From Here: Chaos or Community (1967), Chapter IV, “The Dilemma of Negro Americans”.]
  • It is a mistake always to contemplate the good and ignore the evil, because by making people neglectful it lets in disaster. There is a dangerous optimism of ignorance and indifference.  [Helen Keller, “Optimism” (1903), Part i.]

Justice is honoring the worth and dignity of all persons; evil is denigrating, denying, diminishing or destroying it.

This is best seen from the core of Being outward. Intention is the essence of evil, whereas an action that is merely harmful is not generally seen that way; however, repeated harmful acts are less likely to be overlooked than a single honest mistake.

When we separate global “values” such as evil into their component parts (emotional feeling, thinking, and acting/doing), we arrive at ideas, conceptions and definitions that depart from the usual ways of thinking about human values. Though that may put some people off, or cause them to lose interest in this work, departure from norms is a main purpose and virtue of this work: much of our thinking about human values is muddled. That is why some new ideas and definitions are necessary.

In the Human Faith model, evil is anything that denies or denigrates human worth, and/or diminishes or blocks dignity. The denial/denigration may be intentional (moral evil defined in its narrowest sense) or unintentional (broadly defined evil). Because the model’s core commitment is to honor the intrinsic worth of all people, the idea of evil implies an avoidance of judgmentalism, or at least a reluctance to judge. That makes the idea of evil challenging. In the Human Faith model, evil includes a broad concept, as per the description of evil found in the Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy:

The broad concept picks out any bad state of affairs, wrongful action, or character flaw. The suffering of a toothache is evil in the broad sense as is a harmless lie. Evil in the broad sense has been divided into two categories: natural evil and moral evil. Natural evils are bad states of affairs which do not result from the intentions or negligence of moral agents. Hurricanes and toothaches are examples of natural evils. By contrast, moral evils do result from the intentions or negligence of moral agents. Murder and lying are examples of moral evils.

This distinction is essential, because in the Human Faith model, we break down global “values” such as evil analytically, considering them in each of the three ethical domains of emotional feeling, thinking and doing/acting. Many people may not recognize irrationality as an evil but in the Human Faith model, it is. Superficially, irrationality may not seem to be motivated by ill intent but a deep investigation into its roots in any individual at any time probably would yield the identification of something untoward, such as an insufficient commitment to reason or an excessive focus on self-gratification. Whether it did or did not do so, irrationality is profoundly undesirable in the domain of thinking, and therefore must be included in a broad definition of evil. 

Of course, evil also includes a narrow concept of evil, which “picks out only the most morally despicable sorts of actions, characters, events, etc.” Such people are thought to be evil in relation to other people. Historical figures who are commonly thought to be evil include Adolf Hitler, Joseph Stalin, Idi Amin, Nero, Mao Zedong, and Genghis Khan. Each of these men exhibited evil on an epic scale, murdering, persecuting and oppressing large numbers of people. 

Real

True Narratives

Why stands she near the auction stand? / That girl so young and fair; / What brings her to this dismal place? / Why stands she weeping there?

Why does she raise that bitter cry? / Why hangs her head with shame, / As now the auctioneer's rough voice / So rudely calls her name!

But see! she grasps a manly hand, / And in a voice so low, / As scarcely to be heard, she says, / "My brother, must I go?"

A moment's pause: then, midst a wail / Of agonizing woe, / His answer falls upon the ear.-- / "Yes, sister, you must go!"

No longer can my arm defend, / No longer can I save / My sister from the horrid fate / That waits her as a SLAVE!

Blush, Christian, blush! for e'en the dark / Untutored heathen see / Thy inconsistency, and lo! / They scorn thy God, and thee!

[Ellen Craft & William Craft, Running a Thousand Miles for Freedom, or, the Escape of William and Ellen Craft from Slavery (1860).]

Evil on a grand scale:

Evil on a smaller scale:

Slavery:

Corporate greed: The corporate form inherently tends toward the elevation of private interests over the common good. Sometimes this results in profound evil.

Hesitate as we might to avoid singling out an individual to personify evil, Joseph Stalin’s cold brutality makes his biographies fit reading on this dark subject.

On the horrors of war in the most turbulent parts of contemporary Africa, and its victims:

Other narratives of evil:

Technical and Analytical Readings

Photographs

Documentary and Educational Films

Imaginary

Fictional Narratives

I had scarcely laid the first tier of my masonry when I discovered that the intoxication of Fortunato had in a great measure worn off. The earliest indication I had of this was a low moaning cry from the depth of the recess. It was not the cry of a drunken man. There was then a long and obstinate silence. I laid the second tier, and the third, and the fourth; and then I heard the furious vibrations of the chain. The noise lasted for several minutes, during which, that I might hearken to it with the more satisfaction, I ceased my labors and sat down upon the bones. When at last the clanking subsided, I resumed the trowel, and finished without interruption the fifth, the sixth, and the seventh tier. The wall was now nearly upon a level with my breast. I again paused, and holding the flambeaux over the mason-work, threw a few feeble rays upon the figure within.  A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly from the throat of the chained form, seemed to thrust me violently back. For a brief moment I hesitated—I trembled. Unsheathing my rapier, I began to grope with it about the recess; but the thought of an instant reassured me. I placed my hand upon the solid fabric of the catacombs, and felt satisfied. I reapproached the wall. I replied to the yells of him who clamored. I re-echoed—I aided—I surpassed them in volume and in strength. I did this, and the clamorer grew still. [Edgar Allen Poe, “The Cask of Amontillado” (1846).]

Who were these Thénardiers?  Let us say a word or two of them now. We will complete the sketch later on.  These beings belonged to that bastard class composed of coarse people who have been successful, and of intelligent people who have descended in the scale, which is between the class called "middle" and the class denominated as "inferior," and which combines some of the defects of the second with nearly all the vices of the first, without possessing the generous impulse of the workingman nor the honest order of the bourgeois.  They were of those dwarfed natures which, if a dull fire chances to warm them up, easily become monstrous. There was in the woman a substratum of the brute, and in the man the material for a blackguard. Both were susceptible, in the highest degree, of the sort of hideous progress which is accomplished in the direction of evil. There exist crab-like souls which are continually retreating towards the darkness, retrograding in life rather than advancing, employing experience to augment their deformity, growing incessantly worse, and becoming more and more impregnated with an ever-augmenting blackness. This man and woman possessed such souls.  Thénardier, in particular, was troublesome for a physiognomist. One can only look at some men to distrust them; for one feels that they are dark in both directions. They are uneasy in the rear and threatening in front. There is something of the unknown about them. One can no more answer for what they have done than for what they will do. The shadow which they bear in their glance denounces them. From merely hearing them utter a word or seeing them make a gesture, one obtains a glimpse of sombre secrets in their past and of sombre mysteries in their future.  This Thénardier, if he himself was to be believed, had been a soldier--a sergeant, he said. He had probably been through the campaign of 1815, and had even conducted himself with tolerable valor, it would seem. We shall see later on how much truth there was in this. The sign of his hostelry was in allusion to one of his feats of arms. He had painted it himself; for he knew how to do a little of everything, and badly. [Victor Hugo, Les Miserables (1862), Volume I – Fantine; Book Fourth – To Confide Is Sometimes to Deliver into a Person’s Power, Chapter II,The First Sketch of Two Unprepossessing Figures”.]

When the sniper reached the laneway on the street level, he felt a sudden curiosity as to the identity of the enemy sniper whom he had killed. He decided that he was a good shot, whoever he was. He wondered did he know him. Perhaps he had been in his own company before the split in the army. He decided to risk going over to have a look at him. He peered around the corner into O'Connell Street. In the upper part of the street there was heavy firing, but around here all was quiet.  The sniper darted across the street. A machine gun tore up the ground around him with a hail of bullets, but he escaped. He threw himself face downward beside the corpse. The machine gun stopped.  Then the sniper turned over the dead body and looked into his brother's face. [Liam O’Flaherty, “The Sniper” (1923).]

Novels:

Poetry

Now I tell what I knew in Texas in my early youth,  

(I tell not the fall of Alamo,  

Not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo,  

The hundred and fifty are dumb yet at Alamo,)  

'Tis the tale of the murder in cold blood of four hundred and twelve young men.   

 

Retreating they had form'd in a hollow square with their baggage for breastworks,  

Nine hundred lives out of the surrounding enemies, nine times their number, was the price they took in advance,  

Their colonel was wounded and their ammunition gone,  

They treated for an honorable capitulation, receiv'd writing and seal, gave up their arms and march'd back prisoners of war.   

 

They were the glory of the race of rangers,  

Matchless with horse, rifle, song, supper, courtship,  

Large, turbulent, generous, handsome, proud, and affectionate,  

Bearded, sunburnt, drest in the free costume of hunters,  

Not a single one over thirty years of age.   

 

The second First-day morning they were brought out in squads and massacred, it was beautiful early summer,  

The work commenced about five o'clock and was over by eight.   

 

None obey'd the command to kneel,  

Some made a mad and helpless rush, some stood stark and straight,  

A few fell at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together,  

The maim'd and mangled dug in the dirt, the new-comers saw them there,  

Some half-kill'd attempted to crawl away,  

These were despatch'd with bayonets or batter'd with the blunts of muskets,  

A youth not seventeen years old seiz'd his assassin till two more came to release him,  

The three were all torn and cover'd with the boy's blood.   

 

At eleven o'clock began the burning of the bodies;   That is the tale of the murder of the four hundred and twelve young men.

[Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (1891-92), Book III: Song of Myself, 34.]

Other poems:

·      John McCrae, “In Flanders Field

·      Wilfred Owen, “Dulce et Decorum Est

·      Wilfred Owen, “Anthem For Doomed Youth

·      Robert Frost, “Not to Keep

·      Edgar Lee Masters, “Harry Wilmans

 

Music: Composers, artists, and major works

Dmitri Shostakovich, Symphony No. 13 in B-flat Minor, Op. 113, “Babi Yar” (1962) (approx. 56-70’) (recordings), in honor of the Jewish peoples. “Throughout his career, Shostakovich used Jewish themes in his music, but his boldest statement of solidarity with Jewish causes was the Symphony No. 13, ‘Babi Yar.’ . . . In 1941, Nazis and their sympathizers murdered nearly 34,000 Jews in two days at Babi Yar, a ravine near Kiev. For years, Soviet authorities suppressed any acknowledgement of the atrocity, did not erect a monument, and even went so far as to arrest Jews who prayed at the site.  Dissident poet Yevgeny Yevtushenko’s 1961 poem ‘Babi Yar’ reflects on the massacre and is a searing condemnation of anti-Semitism and the Soviet system that condoned it.” “Most thought they were going to be deported and gathered by the cemetery, expecting to be loaded onto trains. Some even arrived early to ensure themselves a seat. Instead they were ordered towards . . . Babi Yar and once there, made to undress. Those who hesitated had their clothes ripped off by force. They were then systematically shot and hurled into the gorge. If only wounded, they were killed with shovels. Some, especially the children, were just thrown in alive and buried amongst the dead. This continued for five days. Whilst the soldiers rested at night, the remaining victims were locked in empty garages. 33,771 were killed on the first two days. As many as 100,000 in all.” “This was Shostakovich’s last big clash with the State. Mvravinsky refused to conduct it, two basses cancelled, the choir threatened to cancel and eventually Yevtushenko was forced to 'rewrite' the poetry.” Top performances are conducted by Kondrashin in 1962, Maxim Shostakovich in 1995, Neeme Järvi in 1996, Jansons in 2005, Vasily Petrenko in 2014, and Muti in 2018.

Henryk Górecki, Symphony No. 3, Op. 36, “Symphony of Sorrowful Songs” (1976) (approx. 49-56’) (recordings), in memory of Nazi Holocaust victims: “The Third Symphony is composed in three rather than the traditional four movements, each one a dirge of loss. The text of the first movement comes from a fifteenth-century Polish lament of the Holy Cross; the third, from a Silesian folk song of a mother searching for her lost son killed in an uprising. But it is the second movement, the shortest of the three, which has become the focal point of the work. Its text [‘Oh Mamma do not cry — Immaculate Queen of Heaven support me always’] was scrawled on a cell wall at Gestapo headquarters at Zakopane, Poland, by an eighteen-year-old prisoner named Helena Wanda Blazusiakowna.” Excellent performances are by Upshaw with Zinman in 1992, Brewer with Runnicles in 2009, Kilanowicz with Wit in 2012, and Gritton with Simonov in 2012.

Other compositions:

Albums:

Music: songs and other short pieces

Visual Arts

Film and Stage

This Is Our Story

A religion of values and Ethics, driven by love and compassion, informed by science and reason.

PART ONE: OUR STORY

First ingredient: Distinctions. What is the core and essence of being human? What is contentment, or kindliness, or Love? What is gentleness, or service, or enthusiasm, or courage? If you follow the links, you see at a glance what these concepts mean.

PART TWO: ANALYSIS

This site would be incomplete without an analytical framework. After you have digested a few of the examples, feel free to explore the ideas behind the model. I would be remiss if I did not give credit to my inspiration for this work: the Human Faith Project of Calvin Chatlos, M.D. His demonstration of a model for Human Faith began my exploration of this subject matter.

A RELIGION OF VALUES

A baby first begins to learn about the world by experiencing it. A room may be warm or cool. The baby learns that distinction. As a toddler, the child may strike her head with a rag doll, and see that it is soft; then strike her head with a wooden block, and see that it is hard. Love is a distinction: she loves me, or she doesn’t love me. This is true of every human value:

justice, humility, wisdom, courage . . . every single one of them.

This site is dedicated to exploring those distinctions. It is based on a model of values that you can read about on the “About” page. However, the best way to learn about what is in here is the same as the baby’s way of learning about the world: open the pages, and see what happens.

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Octavio Ocampo, Forever Always

Jacek Yerka, House over the Waterfall

Norman Rockwell, Carefree Days Ahead

WHAT YOU WILL SEE HERE

When you open tiostest.wpengine.com, you will see a human value identified at the top of the page. The value changes daily. These values are designed to follow the seasons of the year.

You will also see an overview of the value, or subject for the day, and then two columns of materials.

The left-side column presents true narratives, which include biographies, memoirs, histories, documentary films and the like; and also technical and analytical writings.

The right-side columns presents the work of the human imagination: fictional novels and stories, music, visual art, poetry and fictional film.

Each entry is presented to help identify the value. Open some of the links and experience our human story, again. It belongs to us all, and each of us is a part of it.

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