Today marks the anniversary of the official beginning of the French Revolution, back in 1789 with the storming of the Bastille prison. Much ado is made of this ‘storming’, even though there were only seven inmates still vast, stone edifice. The Marquis de Sade (from whom we derive the term ‘sadism’) had been imprisoned therein for his licentious books advocating all sorts of the worst sexual deviance – now on the curriculum at many of our universities, and which provide the basis for such Hollywood drivel as Fifty Shades of Grey (or is that Gray?). The Marquis’ life, since he was one of the despised and soo-to-be-slaughtered-wholesale ‘noblemen’, was likely spared in that he had been transferred out of the dreaded dungeon ten days earlier.
Thousands of others were sent to the Bastille for any number of reasons, from fraud and insurrection, to simply insulting the king or one of his noblemen. During the long reign of Louis XIV (1643-1715), the notorious lettres de cachet were invented – letters accusing persons of secret crimes. You would be walking blithely down the street, when tapped on the back with a white baton, presented with your ‘letter’, and whisked off unceremoniously to your cell in the Bastille. One of the most notorious was Voltaire himself, sent there in May of 1717 for his satirical and withering criticism of the government and religion, especially his La Henriade. He wrote of his year-long sojourn in the bowels of the Bastille, and the mysterious long-term prisoner known as the Man in the Iron Mask, which, to say the least, caught the popular imagination, always a precarious thing.
All in all, the Bastille became a symbol of all that was tyrannical, totalitarian and just plain bad in the ancien regime, with too much power, influence, money, privilege centred in the king and his court, with the ‘people’ crushed under poverty, debt and misery – at the whim of their political overlords and their henchmen. Sounds sort of modern.
Hence, the Bastille was the first thing stormed when those same people had had enough. As Saint Thomas warned five centuries earlier, unjust and oppressive laws are like someone blowing their nose too violently, and bring forth blood (yes, I know).
Like most revolutions, even if the initial cause was in many ways just, things went too far, passions got out of control, and the devil had his due. Untold thousands were slaughtered, often brutally, not just the representatives of the old regime – the nobility, bishops and priests, most of them innocent – but also, eventually, anyone remotely suspected of being against the ‘revolution’, which began to devour itself. It all came to an end with the guillotining of the Carmelite nuns, and then, the revolutionary’s revolutionary, Robespierre, was himself beheaded by the machine with which he had killed so many others.
A sermon I once heard on this day a few years ago mentioned the Revolution, reflecting upon this historical ‘event’, which destructive forces razed the old world, and formed not only modern France, but the modern world. What is old, is new again, as we face similar anarchic winds blowing – but the neo-pagans of our era seem the lack even the residual virtues of those of 1789 who, for all their at times demonic rage, still held some Catholic echo, if you will of liberté égalité et fraternité. Not so much now, where everything is being cancelled, annulled and obliterated, with almost no awareness – in face, a deep hatred – of whatever and whomever came before.
As the priest of that homily reminded us, however, the best revolution, really the only one that can fulfill justice, is the one motivated by charity, a revolution within the soul, a metanoia, a conversion of heart and mind, to love, to will the true good, of the other.
In other words, a revolution of the saints, when they come marchin’ on through history.
On that note, peruse today’s very a propos saint, Camillus de Lellis, who inspired such a revolution of charity and service, with the only one he obliterated was his own self-will. After all, it is only he who loses himself, shall find not only himself, but everything else.