Simone
Weil, to the catholic royalist Georges Bernanos, in the spring of
1938:
I
felt that whenever a certain group of human beings is relegated, by
some temporal or spiritual authority, beyond the pale of those whose
life has a price, then one finds it perfectly natural to kill such
people. When one knows one can kill without risk or punishment or
blame, one kills; or at least one smiles encouragingly at those who
kill. If at first one happens to feel some revulsion, one hides it,
stifles it, fearing to seem lacking in virility. There seems to be
in this some impulse or intoxication which it is impossible to resist
without a strength of mind which I am obliged to consider
exceptional, since I have not found it in anyone. On the contrary, I
have seen sober Frenchmen whom I had not previously despised—men
who of their own accord would never have thought of killing
anyone—plunging with obvious relish into that blood-soaked
atmosphere. The very aim of the struggle is blotted out by an
atmosphere of this kind. Because the aim can be formulated only in
terms of the public good, the good of human beings; and human beings
have no value.
And
the letter ends: "One sets out as a volunteer, with ideas of
sacrifice, only to find oneself in a war of mercenaries, with a great
deal of unnecessary cruelty thrown in.”
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