Showing posts with label rape. Show all posts
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Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Women in Rome

One of the more famous Roman myths is the story of the Sabine women. Romulus, Rome's founder, gathered outcasts from neighboring cities to Rome to populate it. Unfortunately, they were mostly men and had been exiled from the other cities for fraud, theft, and other bad behavior. If Rome was to have a future, they would need to find women and reproduce. The nearby tribe of the Sabines had plenty of women, but they were unwilling to allow their daughters to marry the scoundrels that lived in Rome. So Romulus hatched a nefarious plot.

He invited the Sabines to a massive feast just outside the city gates. Since it was an all-you-can-eat affair, they brought their children, daughters, wives, and sisters along for the party, and it carried on for some time. When the Sabine men had become drunk, the Romans seized every unwed woman they could find and carried them into the city, locking the massive gates behind them. There was war with the Sabines, and the story goes that it was the abducted women who prevented all out slaughter on both sides, agreeing to live in Rome. Since they had been raped, they were considered ruined for other men, and they knew that their best bet at survival lay in submission to their newfound Roman companions.

This story seems so repugnant to modern sensibilities that it's hard for us to imagine how any culture would place it in their oral history and public record. However, it certainly helps to shed light on the position of women in the Roman world. For the most part, women weren't permitted to hold office, own property, or choose a husband. Their family structure was such that the father or Paterfamilias held legal power over life and death for all his children. At least for the young boys there was an age of independence, but a girl might live in her father's house all the days of her life.

It was assumed that marriage would eventually lead two people into a deep romantic friendship, but first and foremost, marriage was duty. They needed to continue their family line, and they were very often betrothed from birth. As a result, marriage became a burdensome chore and many soldiers and aristocrats started putting off, visiting prostitutes and keeping female slaves and concubines instead. Augustus Caesar, desiring to preserve Roman culture despite helping to destroy its Democracy, passed a series of laws and regulations governing betrothal, marriage, and success.

He promoted soldiers who fathered many children, fearing that Rome was becoming dangerously underpopulated. He gave the best seats in the Coliseum to married men, and granted some say in property disputes to married women who bore three or more children. He penalized wealthy bachelors and single women by heavily taxing their inheritance, and made it illegal for husbands to murder adulterous wives, preferring that they divorce them instead.

Despite all these reforms, women were a far cry from men in terms of power in almost every measurable criteria. Though they could sue for divorce themselves, the courts often ruled with the father, giving him custody of their children. And if their husband was involved in a war, there was always the chance that he would return with a German or Phoenician slave girl whom he would take as a concubine. However, since the earliest Roman wives were brought to Rome in a similar fashion, it was hard to argue that things should be any different. After all, only barbarians allowed their women to have the same rights and privileges as men.



Thursday, May 6, 2010

When Bad Things Happen: an Ancient Pagan View


When disaster strikes, I always seem to feel an overwhelming urge to understand it. Whether it's the attacks on 9/11 or the recent flooding of Tennessee, these questions always come up: Where was God? Why did He allow this to happen? This is not unique to Western culture, or even Christianity, as it seems that humans the world over just want to feel safe and secure, and disasters strike a blow to our sense of spiritual safety just as surely as they throw our sense of physical safety right out the window.
The Greek and Roman Pagans did not believe in benevolent, all-loving protector deities, as you will quickly find by reading literally any story about their gods. Most animals were given stories that involved puny mortals pissing off the gods and being cursed with their present forms. Even answering the question of why we have winter for half the year involves deception, kidnapping, and rape.
Persephone was a lovely young girl, and an illegitimate child of Zeus and Demeter, the goddess of nature. Like her mother, Persephone enjoyed taking walks in the woods and playing with woodland creatures like a princess in a Disney cartoon. Many of the male gods wanted her for a wife, pursuing her with gifts, but Demeter refused them all, hiding her daughter in some remote woods. This dissuaded the Olympian gods, but you can't hide from Hades. Being the god of the underworld, he heard Persephone singing while picking flowers one day, and burst out from the rocks and kidnapped her. He took her for his wife (which is to say he raped her) and Demeter was heartbroken when she discovered that her daughter was gone. She looked far and wide, neglecting her duty as the goddess of nature, and so the earth became cold and barren. Zeus finally got involved and solved the dispute by agreeing to joint custody of Persephone between Hades and Demeter. Because she had eaten Pomegranate seeds while in the underworld, she could only leave it for a time to be with her mother, which is why we have six months of decay and six months of plenty.
It's very common to read in Ancient Greek literature about some disaster that occurred because Poseidon was upset (he was blamed for earthquakes and storms at sea) or because Hephaestus fell asleep while his forge was burning (volcanic eruptions). Given the violence and pettiness that these gods were prone to, I have to say that these disasters probably didn't bother the Pagans as much as later disasters would bother Christians. They probably just shrugged and said, along with Kurt Vonnegut, “So it goes.”
Pax vobiscum