“This too, which I am about to say, may
not seem less strange, but it follows equally from what has been taken as
fact.”
“What is that?” I asked.
“That wicked men are happier when they
pay the penalty for their wickedness than when they receive no penalty at the
hands of justice. I am not going to urge what may occur to any one, namely,
that depraved habits are corrected by penalties, and drawn towards the right by
fear of punishment, and that an example is hereby given to others to avoid all
that deserves blame. But I think that the wicked who are not punished are in
another way the more unhappy, without regard to the corrective quality of
punishment, nor its value as an example.”
“And what way is there other than
these?”
“We have allowed, have we not,” she
said, ”that the good are happy, but the bad are miserable?”
“Yes.”
“Then if any good be added to the
misery of any evil man, is he not happier than the man whose miserable state is
purely and simply miserable without any good at all mingled therewith?”
“I suppose so.”
“What if some further evil beyond those
by which a man, who lacked all good things, were made miserable, were added to
his miseries? Should not he be reckoned far more unhappy than the man whose
misfortune was lightened by a share in some good?”
“Of course it is so.”
“Therefore,” she said, “the wicked when
punished have something good added to their lot, to wit, their punishment,
which is good by reason of its quality of justice; and they also, when
unpunished, have something of further evil, their very impunity, which you have
allowed to be an evil, by reason of its injustice.”
“I cannot deny that,” said I.
“Then the wicked are far more unhappy
when they are unjustly unpunished, than when they are justly punished. It is
plain that it is just that the wicked should be punished, and unfair that they
should escape punishment.”
“No one will gainsay you.”
“But no one will deny this either, that
all which is just is good; and on the other part, all that is unjust is evil.”
—from
Book 4, Prose 4
I am
accustomed to thinking of a punishment as something bad, a suffering inflicted
upon the wrongdoer, and at the very least a necessary evil for the one who
inflicts it. When the intention shifts to a deliberate desire to cause pain for
another, to seek vengeance instead of justice, it can itself become a vice,
adding one hurt to another hurt. I would prefer to avoid being punished, since
I don’t like to feel pain, and I would prefer to avoid doing the punishing, as
I also don’t like to inflict pain.
Yet when
I take step back, and reconsider the very measure of human nature, as Lady
Philosophy is asking me to do, I will once again find that I am confused about
my sense of benefit and harm.
I have
long been looking at my circumstances, the things that happen to me, as the
standard of what is good or bad, and so I pursue pleasure, wealth, or honor. I
fail to see that it is my own thoughts, choices, and actions that are good or bad,
and that pleasure, wealth, or honor only become good or bad through the content
of my character.
So what
is it that will benefit me? The increase of my virtues. What is it that will do
me harm? The increase of my vices. My happiness or misery will hinge upon the
quality of my living, and I will only find contentment by becoming better.
Now if I
understand punishment rightly, it is about more than just changing my behavior
through the fear of pain, or acting as a deterrent against bad behavior.
Punishment is more fundamentally an expression of justice, in that it restores
the right balance where there has been the wrong imbalance, that what has been
unfairly taken away can now be fairly returned.
In this
way, to be punished for the wrong I have committed is actually good for me,
because it gives me the opportunity to make up for my errors, to restore my own
moral worth, to wipe away my vices and increase my virtues. If I only choose to
understand it properly, it has the power of cleansing my soul. In giving
something back to the person I have wronged, I will also give something back to
the dignity of my conscience.
Conversely,
to escape punishment for the wrong I have committed is actually bad for me,
because I only remain in error, unwilling to undo the evil I have done,
indignant in my unwillingness to fix what I have broken, wallowing in my own
selfishness. I don’t want to understand my obligations to others, so my soul
remains filthy. In refusing to give something back to the person I have
wronged, I am also refusing to answer the call of my conscience.
I run
away from a rightful and deserved punishment when I don’t even know what’s good
for me; I am only escaping from my own humanity. Will it hurt? Most certainly,
but the discomfort I will feel is as nothing to the merit I gain.
I recall
the many times I did something absolutely terrible, the sort of deeds I would
be afraid to admit even to my best friend, and I was so certain that not
getting caught, and not paying a price, was a glorious triumph.
Yet all
it did was gnaw at me, and the original greed, or lust, or malice just grew
bigger inside of me. And then it produced guilt, an awareness of my own
failings, though there was not necessarily shame, from the awareness held by others
of my own failings. There can be no happiness in a soul burdened by such a
weight.
Few
things in this life have done me as much good as taking responsibility for my
sins, and doing whatever I can to make them right. Wherever and whenever it is
possible, a decent man will show his regret and embrace his need to improve by
freely offering to make up for his crimes. And even when he doesn’t do so
freely, at least at first, it remains a chance for redemption.
Justice,
and the retribution it sometimes demands, have nothing to do with hatred. It is
nothing more than the call to love, even when answering the call is well after
the fact. Only then are the scales back in the right place, and only then can I
find the peace I seek.
Written in 11/2015
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