Via Hugo I found a link to Home, Throne & Altar, the blog of John, a conservative, royalist, pentecostal-holiness New Zealander! (Ain’t the blog-world grand? (N.B. I refuse to employ the barbaric neologism “blogosphere.” Trying saying that out loud and see how dumb it sounds.))
Anyhoo, John has a post on abortion and how he came to his present views. He suffers from cerbral palsy and talks about how his condition can be threatening to those who want to believe that they are in charge of their destiny (and that’s all of us at sometime or another, isn’t it?):
Two years ago, I was put into a wheel-chair for a month or two, to recover from corrective surgery. Then, the hatred got obvious, so I couldn’t explain it away. It wasn’t in action, but in attitude, in looks, in eyes. People didn’t like to look at me. I made them afraid. With more mature eyes, I began to understand. People were afraid of me because I was a reminder. They hated me because I demonstrated something they tried very hard to forget. They are not in control. A car crash, ten minutes without Oxygen, a natural disaster, and as I am, thou shalt be. That’s an uncomfortable thought. We like our lives controllable, in little boxes, safe, and comfortable. We live on a knife-edge, partying away over the abyss, not wanting to think about how close we are to the edge of it. I was a reminder of that, of the fact that there are uncontrollable factors, that we are not, as we have taught ourselves to think, gods. So, people tried to make me go away. And when I wasn’t, when I obstinately refused to go from their eyeline, they lashed out. They got angry.
He sees the same desire for control in abortion and related aspects of the “culture of death”:
At the root of the culture of death is a desire for control, a fear. Control of one’s womb, heedless of he or she inside it. Euthenasia is a fear of dying “like a dog”, a desire to control death, to make the problem go away, with a nice drug. Embryonic Stem Cell research is a desire for control; a desperate searching in the dark, for the fountain of youth. We will not live forever, but we would like to try, even at the cost of ourselves. Shuffling the dying off to the Kevorkians of the world, shuffling the aging to homes, to age in a place where we don’t have to see them; institutionalising the mentally ill and disabled; at the root of the culture of death is fear, and pride, and selfishness. We are afraid. Groping in the dark, we have let go of Father’s hand. And because we have forgotten God, we have no-one to whom to trust the future. Having forgotten God, we also begin to forget each other.
Now, leaving aside the issue of abortion (though I think it’s clear I’m in great sympathy with John’s views), what struck me when reading this is how it illuminated the question of torture, which I’ve been thinking about lately. In comments to this post, Camassia said that I may have given short shrift to the view that killing someone on the battlefield is less dehumanizing than torturing them. And I think that’s right for reasons not unlike John’s reasons for opposing abortion.
Torture is the expression of a desire to subject that other person to our complete control, to invade the inner citadel of the self and conquer it. On the battlefield your opponent still retains his moral agency (however qualified), whereas in the torturer’s chair the object is to erase that moral agency. It is to try and usurp the place of God (as Camassia pointed out here).
More than this, though, the resort to torture, even in a good cause, is, it seems to me, an expression of deep fear, a refusal to relinquish control over our lives, to recognize that no one gets out of here alive (or as Paul Ramsey said, “God intends to kill us all in the end.”). The modern (or post-modern) world still lives on the promise of technology. We think that if we are ingenious enough in the use of our techniques we can (someday) prevent anything bad from ever happening. Drawing moral lines always threatens that promise because it says that some things are “off limits.”
The promise that we can control the future is, of course, the second-oldest one in the book: “Ye shall be as gods.” But it’s not the one we’re supposed to put our faith in, and doing so has, so we’re told, led to all kinds of mischief.