It would, of course, be impossible to prove the exact result of a public
execution. Somewhere in a quiet rural community, growing out of sudden
passion or some unexplained and temporary aberration, a man takes the
life of his fellow man. To the shock incident to this fatal act is added
a long public trial in the courts where every detail is distorted and
magnified and passed from tongue to tongue until even the lisping babe
is thoroughly familiar with every circumstance of the case with all its
harrowing details iterated and reiterated again and again. There grows up
in the public mind a bitter hatred against the unfortunate victim whose
antecedents, life and motives they can in no way understand or judge. It
is really believed that no one has the right to look upon this person
with any feeling save that of hatred, and the least word of pity or sign
of sympathy for the outcast is set down as sickly sentimentalism and the
mark of mental and spiritual disease. Weeks and months, sometimes even
years, elapse in the slow and unending process of the courts. The whole
tragedy has been well nigh forgot, at least it no longer has any vital
effect upon the community. Finally it is announced that on a certain day
a public hanging will take place. Once more every detail of the tragedy
is recalled to the public mind; once more each man conjures up a monster
in the place of the hunted, weak, doomed victim whose act no one either
fathoms or seeks to understand. A sightly spot is chosen perhaps upon
the village green. For several days men are kept busy erecting a strange
and ominous machine; the old men and women, the middle aged, the boys
and girls, the little children, even the toddling babes, filled with
curiosity watch the work and discuss every detail of the weird and fatal
trap. At length the day arrives for the majesty of the law to vindicate
itself. From every point of the compass comes a great throng of both
sexes, all conditions and ages, each to witness the most startling event
of their lives; children are there, babes in arms, and even the unborn.
A rope is tied around a beam, a noose is formed of the other end, a
trembling, helpless, frantic, friendless victim is led up the steps,
placed on a trap, his hands and feet are bound, a black cap is pulled
down to hide his face, the noose is securely fastened around his neck
below his ears. The crowd watches breathless with suspense, the signal
is given, the trap opens, the man falls through space, he is caught in
mid-air by the rope tightening about his neck, and strangling him to
death. His body heaves, his legs and arms move with violent convulsions,
he swings a few minutes in mid-air before the crowd, a ghastly human
pendulum moving back and forth, the mortal body of a man created in the
image of God whom the state has led out and killed to show the glory and
majesty of law!
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