Anti-government demonstrators wear white burial shrouds during a demonstration March 12 outside the walls of King Hamad bin Isa Al Khalifa's palace in Sadad, Bahrain. The headband reads: "We want the fall of the regime." Photo by Hasan Jamali, Associated Press
In the midst of putting together some larger thoughts on the latest surge of revolts, uprisings and revolutions, I came across this perfect passage from Jacques Barzun's epic history From Dawn to Decadence, written after a century lived amid revolutions. It's worth quoting at length:
How a revolution erupts from a commonplace event—tidal wave from a ripple—is cause for endless astonishment. Neither Luther in 1517 nor the men who gathered at Versailles in 1789 intended at first what they produced at last. Even less did the Russian Liberals who made the revolution of 1917 foresee what followed. All were as ignorant as everybody else of how much was about to be destroyed. Nor could they guess what feverish feelings, what strange behavior ensue when revolution, great or short=lived, is in the air.
First, a piece of news about something said or done travels quickly, more so than usual, because it is uniquely apt; it fits a half-consicous mood or caps a situation: a monk questions indulgences, and he does it not just out of the blue—they are being sold again on a large scale. The fact and the challenger's name generate rumor, exaggeration, misunderstanding, falsehood. People ask each other what is true and what it means. The atmosphere becomes electric, the sense of time changes, grows rapid; a vague future seems nearer.
On impulse, perhaps to snap the tension, somebody shouts in church, throws a stone through a window, which provokes a fight—it happened so at Wittemberg—and clearly it is no ordinary breach of the peace. Another unknown harangues the crowd, ordering it to stay calm—or not to stand there gaping but do something. As further news spreads, various types of people become aroused for and against the thing now upsetting everyone's daily life. But what is the thing? Concretely: ardent youths full of hope as they catch the drift of an idea, rowdies looking for fun, and characters with a grudge. Cranks and tolerated lunatics come out of houses, criminals out of hideouts, and all assert themselves.
Manners are flouted and customs broken. Foul language and direct insult become normal, in keeping with the rest of the excitement, buildings defaced, images destroyed, shops looted. Printed sheets pass from hand to hand and are read with delight or outrage—Listen to this! Angry debates multiply about things long since settled: talk of free love, of priests marrying and monks breaking their vows, of property and wives in common, of sweeping out all evils, all corruption all at once—all things new for a blissful life on earth.
A curious leveling takes place: the common people learn words and ideas hitherto not familiar and not interesting and discuss them like intellectuals, while others neglect their usual concerns—art, philosophy, scholarship, because there is only one compelling topic, the revolutionary Idea. The well-to-do and "right thinking," full of fear, come together to defend their possessions and habits. But counsels are divided and many see their young "taking the wrong side." The powers that be wonder and keep watch, with fleeting thoughts of advantage to be had from the confusion. Leaders of opinion try to put together some of the ideas afloat into a position which they mean to fight for. They will reassure others, or preach boldness, and anyhow head the movement.
Voices grow shrill, parties form and adopt names or are tagged with them in derision and contempt. Again and again comes the shock of broken friendships, broken families. As time goes on, "betraying the cause" is an incessant charge, and there are indeed turncoats. Authorities are bewildered, heads of institutions try threats and concessions by turns, hoping the surge of subversion will collapse like the previous ones. But none of this holds back that transfer of power and property which is the mark of revolution and which in the end establishes the Idea...
To the distant observer, the course of events is a rushing flood, to those inside it is a whirlpool.
Such is, roughly, how revolutions "feel." The gains and deeds of blood vary in detail from one time to the next, but the motives are the usual mix: hope, ambition, greed, fear, lust, envy, hatred of order and of art, fanatic fervor, heroic devotion, and love of destruction.
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