The hero of the Filipinos : $b The story of José Rizal, poet, patriot and martyrRussell, Charles Edward
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The hero of the Filipinos : $b The story of José Rizal, poet, patriot and martyr
Russell, Charles Edward
Rizal, José, 1861-1896
“Because you chose means that He could not sanction,” was the
severe reply. “The glory of saving a country is not for him that
has contributed to its ruin. You have believed that what crime and
iniquity have defiled and deformed another crime and another
iniquity can purify and redeem. Wrong! Hate never produces anything
but monsters; crime never produces anything but criminals. Love
alone realizes wonderful works; virtue alone can save! No, if our
country is ever to be free it will not be through vice and crime;
it will not be so by corrupting its sons, deceiving some and
bribing others; no! Redemption presupposes virtue, virtue
sacrifice, and sacrifice love!”
“Well, I accept your explanation,” rejoined the sick man, after a
pause. “I have been mistaken, but, because I have been mistaken,
will that God deny liberty to a people and yet save many who are
much worse criminals than I am? What is my mistake compared to the
crimes of our rulers? Why has that God to give more heed to my
iniquity than to the cries of so many innocents? Why has He not
stricken me down and then made the people triumph? Why does He let
so many worthy and just ones suffer and look complacently upon
their tortures?”
“The just and the worthy must suffer in order that their ideas may
be known and extended! You must shake or shatter the vase to spread
its perfume; you must smite the rock to get the spark! There is
something providential in the persecutions of tyrants, Señor
Simoun!”
“I knew it,” murmured the sick man, “and therefore I encouraged the
tyranny.”
“Yes, my friend, but more corrupt influences than anything else
were spread. You fostered the social rottenness without sowing an
idea. From this fermentation of vices loathing alone could spring,
and if anything were born overnight it would be at best a mushroom,
for mushrooms only can spring spontaneously from filth. True it is
that the vices of the government are fatal to it; they cause its
death, but they kill also the society in whose bosom they are
developed. An immoral government presupposes a demoralized people,
a conscienceless administration, greedy and servile citizens in the
settled parts, outlaws and brigands in the mountains. Like master,
like slave! Like government, like country!”
A brief pause ensued, broken at length by the sick man’s voice.
“Then, what can be done?”
“Suffer and work!”
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