â€œItâ€™s a peculiar apparatus,â€ said the Officer to the Traveler…
“Our sentence does not sound severe. The law which a condemned man has violated is inscribed on his body with the harrow. This Condemned Man, for example,” and the Officer pointed to the man, “will have inscribed on his body, ‘Honour your superiors.'”
As the Senate goes through the motions of debating the American Torquemada Bill today, it brings to mind Franz Kafka’s The Penal Colony.
Here the Officer explains to the Traveller the function of an elaborate device called the Harrow that inscribes, using needles, the “commandment” broken by the guilty, who is known only as the “Condemned Man:
The Traveler had a quick look at the man. When the Officer was pointing at him, the man kept his head down and appeared to be directing all his energy into listening in order to learn something. But the movements of his thick pouting lips showed clearly that he was incapable of understanding anything. The Traveler wanted to raise various questions, but after looking at the Condemned Man he merely asked, â€œDoes he know his sentence?â€ â€œNo,â€ said the Officer. He wished to get on with his explanation right away, but the Traveler interrupted him: â€œHe doesnâ€™t know his own sentence?â€ â€œNo,â€ said the Officer once more. He then paused for a moment, as if he was asking the Traveler for a more detailed reason for his question, and said, â€œIt would be useless to give him that information. He experiences it on his own body.â€ The Traveler really wanted to keep quiet at this point, but he felt how the Condemned Man was gazing at himâ€”he seemed to be asking whether he could approve of the process the Officer had described. So the Traveler, who had up to this point been leaning back, bent forward again and kept up his questions, â€œBut does he nonetheless have some general idea that heâ€™s been condemned?â€ â€œNot that either,â€ said the Officer, and he smiled at the traveler, as if he was still waiting for some strange revelations from him. â€œNo?â€ said the Traveler, wiping his forehead, â€œthen does the man also not yet know how his defence was received?â€ â€œHe has had no opportunity to defend himself,â€ said the Officer and looked away, as if he was talking to himself and wished not to embarrass the Traveler with an explanation of matters so self-evident to him. â€œBut he must have had a chance to defend himself,â€ said the Traveler and stood up from his chair.
The Officer recognized that he was in danger of having his explanation of the apparatus held up for a long time. So he went to the Traveler, took him by the arm, pointed with his hand at the Condemned Man, who stood there stiffly now that the attention was so clearly directed at himâ€”the Soldier was also pulling on his chainâ€”and said, â€œThe matter stands like this. Here in the penal colony I have been appointed judge. In spite of my youth. For I stood at the side of our Old Commandant in all matters of punishment, and I also know the most about the apparatus. The basic principle I use for my decisions is this: Guilt is always beyond a doubt. Other courts could not follow this principle, for they are made up of many heads and, in addition, have even higher courts above them. But that is not the case here, or at least it was not that way with the previous Commandant. Itâ€™s true the New Commandant has already shown a desire to get mixed up in my court, but Iâ€™ve succeeded so far in fending him off. And Iâ€™ll continue to be successful. You want this case explained. Itâ€™s simpleâ€”just like all of them. This morning a captain laid a charge that this man, who is assigned to him as a servant and who sleeps before his door, had been sleeping on duty. For his task is to stand up every time the clock strikes the hour and salute in front of the captainâ€™s door. Thatâ€™s certainly not a difficult dutyâ€”and itâ€™s necessary, since he is supposed to remain fresh both for guarding and for service. Yesterday night the captain wanted to check whether his servant was fulfilling his duty. He opened the door on the stroke of two and found him curled up asleep. He got his horsewhip and hit him across the face. Now, instead of standing up and begging for forgiveness, the man grabbed his master by the legs, shook him, and cried out, â€˜Throw away that whip or Iâ€™ll eat you up.â€™ Those are the facts. The captain came to me an hour ago. I wrote up his statement and right after that the sentence. Then I had the man chained up. It was all very simple. If I had first summoned the man and interrogated him, the result would have been confusion. He would have lied, and if I had been successful in refuting his lies, he would have replaced them with new lies, and so forth. But now I have him, and I wonâ€™t release him again. Now, does that clarify everything? But time is passing. We should be starting the execution, and I havenâ€™t finished explaining the apparatus yet.â€
For those who haven’t read The Penal Colony, I won’t ruin the ending for you, but my point is this: in our headlong rush to hand George W. Bush the keys to the Great American Torture Machine we do damage to our enemies, we do damage to the innocent, and just as importantly, we do damage to ourselves. We will have inscribed upon ourselves the following: ‘We are not innocent.’
The question is whether we will survive…