Monthly Archives: September 2005

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Women’s lives

One of the things I try to do with this blog is celebrate the lives of forgotten or under-appreciated women. I’m still wrestling with the question as to why it is that women seem to disappear so easily from historical memory, when far less significant men survive.

I wanted to share information about a Yahoo group that is on much the same quest, sending out a daily email biography of a prominent woman on her birthday. New subscriptions are welcome.

Yesterday’s subject was the English painter and illustrator Helen Allingham. You’ll almost certainly have seen her work on a box of chocolates somewhere. What struck me about her life is how like its pattern was to that of so many modern women. Entirely by her own efforts, she established a career as an illustrator, but this ended when she married and had children. After a decade-long hiatus,, however, she started a second career as a watercolourist, and continued that until her death.

Today’s character is Minnie Vautrin. I was writing yesterday of a would-be military hero, well in Nanking in 1937 she was a real hero.

“In Nanking, Vautrin is still remembered as Guanyin Pusa, “the living goddess of mercy,” a heroine in the city’s worst hour. When American Iris Chang discovered Vautrin’s diary in Yale University Library in 1995, she was moved to write a book about the atrocities her own grandparents survived, saying “I felt that if anyone deserved her place in history, that person was Minnie Vautrin. … Chang and Vautrin are the main characters portrayed in a recent Chinese national dance drama company production,_Nanking 1937_.” (From today’s email.)

Chang of course has her own tragic story.


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Really Mr Boots

Picked up some antibiotics this morning from Boots the Chemist. The doctor tells me I have consolidation in my left lung (which makes me sound like a building site). The message of this is don’t ignore nasty grating noises in the lungs for weeks, in the hope they’ll get better!

But the printed label on the drugs says: “Keep out of childrens reach”.

It seems Mr Boots has never heard of apostrophes.

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Hille Feyken, Münster’s “Judith”

I wanted to pull out one woman’s story from the account of the Anabaptist Münster- that of Hille Feyken, a 15-year-old Dutch girl who was inspired by the story of Judith and Holofernes (the one that produces all those overwrought paintings of the young Jewish widow with the Assyrian general’s head on a platter).

It isn’t hard to imagine a fervently religious 15-year-old maiden, in a tumultous city in which all of the traditional norms had been turned upside down, believing that she could be Judith.

“A contemporary portrait of Hille, with an inset illustration of Judith carrying a sword and the head of Holofernes, shows a pretty young woman as she presumably appeared on the evening of June 16, 1534, when she was met by the Bishop’s men outside the walls of Munster. She had … ‘enhanced her already generous attributes of beauty’ with fine clothes and jewlery provided by the city treasury. She wore a pearl necklace and three rings, two set with diamonds, and carried with her twelve guilders. She also carried a beautiful shirt for the Bishop [the besieging prince], made of the finest linen. It had been soaked in poison that would kill him instantly.” (p. 86)

She must have played her part well, for an official agreed to take her to see the bishop. But then another refugee from the city, one Herman Ramert, arrived, and to show his own “good faith” betrayed the plot. Hille was tortured and confused, but: “She was now ready with calm courage to suffer her punishment, she said, knowing that it was for the glory of God and that her soul would never die. After further torture on the wheel, Hille faced her executioner with a smile, and assured him that he had no power over her . ‘We’ll see about that,’ he answered, and struck off her head.” (p.88)

Adolescence and religious fervour are a dangerous combination.

I found only one other internet mention, on an item that also talks about several other prominent women in Munster.


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The Tailor-King: The Rise and Fall of the Anabaptist Kingdom of Münster

Is human nature today the same as it was 50, or 500, or 5,000 or 50,000 years ago? What basic attributes do we share with our ancestors, and what is fundamentally different? (The last case is addressed by a brilliant book, The Mind in the Cave, on which I wrote here.)

Exposure to a variety of cultures around the world today has taught me that attitudes, ideas and thoughts that we think of as fundamental are often anything but – my belief in the essentiality of compassion was battered, for example, by casual Thai attitudes towards child prostitution. Yet reading Anthony Arthur’s The Tailor-King, his account of the 16th-century takeover by Anabaptists of the city of Münster and its rapid descent into despotism and anarchy, I was struck by just how “modern” the events of 1534-5 felt.

The book was published in 1999 (by Thomas Dunne Books, New York), when the comparisons being made with Branch Davidians at Waco, the Heaven’s Gate suicides, the Jim Jones tragedy in Guyana. Today, of course, it is tempting to add a further level of comparison with al-Qaeda and Osama bin Laden. Looking back, we go at least as far as the Zealots of Masada, and perhaps to the early Chinese and other tombs in which rulers were buried with large numbers of slain servants.

As in many modern cases of outbreaks of mass cult hysteria, one of the fundamental beliefs of the Anabaptists of Münster was that the end of the world was nigh, and they were the chosen people who would carry on in a heavenly state, while all others were condemned to some form of hell:

“Insofar as Matthias had a coherent ideology, it consisted of destruction to achieve salvation: “We preach the separation of the world. The state is to be used to destroy the state.” He demanded a theocracy devoted to the worship of God the Father, the jealous and demanding and wrathful Father, no his meek and mild and loving Son. He railed against Satan, who spread himself outward like the limbs of a great oak tree, against the wicked idols of Moloch, against unbelievers in the saddle, against false Christs and false prophets. And he spoke fervently of the New Zion in Münster, where only the newly baptized could expect forgiveness from the Lord All others would be executed or expelled into the outer darkness.” (p. 38-9)

Once the radicals had taken over, they first encouraged, then compelled, the “non-believers” to leave, at first allowing them to take their belongings with them, later forcing them to leave everything of value behind – much like many an incident of “ethnic cleansing” today. Many, however, tried to stay in the only home they’d ever known.

What is surprising and atypical about Münster, Arthur says, is that it had two successive leaders. The above-discussed Matthias, an old man, effectively committed suicide, in riding out with a party of only a dozen to take on the entire besieging army, only to be cut down by a crack force of 500 horsemen. The whole city watched.

Drawing on the Weberian concept of charismatic leadership, Arthur says this should have been the end of the city’s rebellion and the Anabaptists, at least in Münster. But another scheming, charismatic, even brilliant, and young, man stepped in Jan vann Leyden (earlier Jan Bockelson)appeared before the crowd to report that even before the disastrous mission, he had been told by God in a vision that Mattias must die, and he must marry the former leader’s widow (and thus implicitly take over). He even produced a senior man as a “witness” to his vision.

Arthur says:

“It says much about this strange young man’s personality and character that he could so effectively turn his mentor’s disaster into his own triumph. Of all the qualities that the preceding episode reveals about Jan van Leyden – ingenuity, imagination, timing – the one that stands out most is his intuitive mastery of what would later, in our own century, be called the technique of the big lie. Told with sincerity to a people anxious for reassurance, deriving from some source beyond and greater than its speaker, the big lie is so outrageously improbable that no one could possibly make it up. Therefore, it must be true.” (p. 73)

And once this was swallowed, much could follow. Polygamy and divorce were declared legal – Jan ending up unsurprisingly with the largest “harem”, of 16 wives. One of these, however, rebelled, only to be publicly beheaded in the cathedral square, the other wives dancing around her body. Such arbitrary public execution became commonplace, the city descending into a state of rampant anarchy. Yet what was surprising in all of this its effective defence against the besiegers admittedly badly led, but nonetheless professional soldiers, lined up against Münster’s motley collection of townsfolk and peasants.

Arthur provides a straightforward account of the events of Münster, solidly based on original documents. He doesn’t really, however, seem to have a great deal to say about them at the analytical level. His interest in the takeover of leadership by van Leyden seems to exhaust his exploration of the question “why?” Nonetheless, if you want to answer the question “what happened in Münster”, this book will do the job, in a pleasantly readable form.

And what did happen in the end? Of course the besiegers took the city, and the frustrated mercenaries ran riot through it, pillaging, raping, killing, although the more important Anabaptist leaders were taken alive, including Jan van Leyden. The women who survived the slaughter were given the chance to recant their Anabaptist beliefs and go free, but some chose to die for their beliefs. Jan, retaining a oddly detached cheerfulness almost until the end, was executed by having his flesh torn off with hot pincers for an hour, before a dagger to the heart finally ended the spectacle. The cage in which his body was displayed thereafter can still be seen in Münster.

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If you’re looking for a more general, fictional, view of this period of religious turmoil in Europe, I’d recommend Marguerite Yourcenar’s brilliant novel The Abyss.


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Radio and blogs

My radio listening alternates between two BBC stations – Five and Four. (Can you tell I’m not into music?) I tend to switch off Four when the dramas come on – particularly The Archers! – as they always seem to consist of women crying or sobbing or screaming, or annoying posh accents – what Australians call “plum in the mouth” voices. I switch off Five when the football commentary drives me mad, or they’ve got motor-racing on – more irritating noises, or that hideous shouty Saturday morning programme.

I must thus have missed Five’s report on blogging. There’s an account here by the made-famous-by-reality-TV reporter, Saira Khan. (That’s purely a statement of fact – good on her if she found a route to a new life that way.)

She wants to know about blogging communities, if anyone wants to take up the challenge.

Found indirectly via – I’ve forgotten the route now – via Tim Worstall’s weekly Britblog round-up. (Don’t miss the live blogging of last week’s plane drama – unlike any live blog you’ve seen before.)

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Sir Ian Blair: A Dangerous Man?

Sir Ian Blair is the Commisioner of the Metropolitan Police (London’s force), usually described as the “most powerful policeman in Britain”. He’s also a man who, it appears, has at best a tenuous grasp of the principle of “innocent until proven” guilty, and the rule of law, not to mention community safety.

In a speech last week to other coppers, he proposed, among other things, that police be given the power to take licences off drivers (which would instantly deprive many people of their livelihood) and to issue ASBOs, the orders that can be about matters as trivial as wearing a jacket with a hood but that can result eventually in jail terms.

So that’s making the police judges then. As one of the people at the front end of justice, a magistrate in London, says: “The two functions were separated a long time ago – let’s keep it that way.”

Sir Ian additionally suggested that soldiers be given short, “basic” training before being given jobs as armed police guards. So that’s bringing military rule to Britain.

Later in the week, Sir Ian decided that it was time he looked into so-called role models for young people, in the form of Kate Moss (who, in case you’re just back from Mars – I’ll note has been emerged in a kerfuffle over alleged taking of cocaine). Blair concluded: “We have to look at the impact of this kind of behaviour on impressionable young people.”

So that’s making police social workers.

But don’t worry, the police are very good at investigation of leaks that betray their own incompetence. So they must be doing some police work.

Sir Ian, so he tells us, considered resigning over the shooting of an innocent Brazilian electrician. It is surely time someone suggested it to him again.