Well,
I’ve been busy recently, so updating my blog has been somewhat far from my mind. However, as you all know, from my time living in the US I have been a rather vocal opponent of the death penalty on moral and ethical grounds. Now, I am not naive enough to say that there is no such thing as a bad person, nor do I believe that many people should be sent to prison, but as someone who has seen an execution (that was the first time I’ve stated that in public) and had lived with the psychological scars for almost a decade now and even though I used to be in the armed forces, I am against the killing of another human being, in any form and by any person.
Now, there is always a time to kill and a time to die, wars happen, we have to defend ourselves and that is a fact of life. Nevertheless, if we as a society hold ourselves up as a moral people, then we who claim to be civilized should practice what we preach and therefore try not to perform the acts we hold so abhorrent. Justice, from the earliest principals of the Common Law and Henry the Second in 1154 AD is blind and restorative, and therefore once someone has been put away, (in the many instances for the rest of their life) then the interests of society has been served.
But this is a morally and ethically ambiguous area and the cold light of reason is only ever reflected in shades of gray upon the subject matter, particularly in this post ‘moral-majority’ victim culture and vilification of the other. So, I will leave you, with some lyrics from that great poet of modern moral ambiguity, Nick Cave and let you mull upon the subject.
Duncan
Islington, Friday, June 15, 2007
PS: If you are feeling voyeuristic and want to discuss the details of executions, please don’t even ask to do so.
The Mercy Seat, by Nick Cave
It all began when they took me from my home
And put me on Death Row,
A crime for which I am totally innocent, you know.
I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
And all things either good or ungood.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this weighing of the truth.
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
I hear stories from the chamber
Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
He died upon the cross
Might I say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
My kill hand's tatooed E.V.I.L.
Across it's brother's fist
That filthy five!
They did nothing to challenge or resist.
In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold.
It's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away.
Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this weighing of the truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is glowing
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this twisting of the truth.
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is glowing
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all these looks of disbelief.
A life for a life and a truth for a truth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is smoking
And I think my head is melting
And in a way that's helping
To be done with all this twisting of the truth.
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
But I'm afraid I told a lie.