Showing posts with label Zealots. Show all posts
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Monday, August 5, 2024

The Fall of Jerusalem and The Temple in Flames Echo Down to Today’s Headlines

As the Temple and City of Jerusalem burn Titus's Legions make off with the loot including the Menorah from the Holy of Holies.

By tradition it was on August 4, 70 CE that Roman Legions under the command of Titus Flavius Vespasianus, the future Emperor Titus, set fire to the Second Temple in Jerusalem destroying it and much of the city.  The date is commemorated by Tisha BAv, the saddest day of the Hebrew Calendar which will be observed on August 12 on the lunar Jewish calendar.

In 66 the Zealots rose up and expelled the Romans from the Judean capitol.  They held sway there for four years.  But they were divided by factionalism and were actively opposed by the Pharisees and the Sadducees who were bitter about the Zealot’s lack of obedience to traditional Jewish law and to the authority of the priests of the Temple.  They also felt that the Zealots uncompromising anti-Roman militancy put the whole the Jewish people at risk.

Of course, the Romans were not used to losing territory that they considered their own.  Titus arrived with his Legions earlier in the year and began to lay siege to the city.  They choked off most commerce to the city and encouraged starvation by allowing pilgrims from the countryside to enter the city then not allowing them to return swelling the population.  Starvation and suffering in the city was reportedly made worse by the Zealots burning years of accumulated food and firewood reserves supposedly in order to make the people desperate to break the siege according to hostile Rabbinic scholars writing a century later.

Titus leads The Conquest of Jerusalem by Nicola Poussin.

Much of what we know about the siege and the destruction of the Temple, in fact, comes from hostile sources because the Zealots in the city were largely massacred and survivors died later in the Siege of Masada.  

In addition to the rabbinic accounts, we have the writings of Josephus, a former leader of the uprising in the north who was captured by the Romans in 67 CE.  Eventually he was freed by the Emperor Vespasian and became a Roman citizen.  He accompanied the Emperor’s son Titus as a translator on the expedition and took the Roman name Titus Flavius Josephus.  He is the same historian who made the only near-contemporary notice of the life of Jesus.  Thus the most detailed account that we have, the one most relied on by contemporary historians, was written by a turn coat and courtier trying to keep and win favors from his Roman masters.

Historian Josephus--The Jewish turn coat as Roman citizen Titus Flavius Josephus left the most detailed account of the burning of the Temple and the destruction of Jerusalem.

Josephus was dispatched by Titus to enter the city and attempt to negotiate a settlement.  Not only was the overture repulsed, but Josephus was wounded by an arrow.  Titus then stepped up the siege, breaching the third and second city walls by battering ram in May. 

Turning their attention to the Fortress of Antonia just north of the Temple Mount, the Legions engaged in vicious street fighting, slowly pushing the Zealots back to a last stand in the Temple itself while taking heavy casualties.  The casualties, along with others sustained in various break-outs to secure food and hector the Roman rear, enraged the Legionnaires who were clamping at the bit against Titus’s supposed policy of moderation and eventual conciliation with the Jews.  At least as Josephus told it later.

The last stand of the Zealots on the walls of the Temple.

The Fortress of Antonia finally fell giving the Romans a commanding presence over the Temple.  While the Temple walls were too thick to be breached by battering ram, Legionnaires could pepper the Temple compound with arrows, stones and other missiles.  Despite Titus’s orders that the Temple not be destroyed, it was set ablaze by burning fagots which ignited the roofs of adjacent buildings.  It was engulfed in flames, as was much of the city.  The walls were breached, and defenders threw the stones from them onto adjacent streets to impede the Romans where some of them can still be seen.  When the fire went out, only the Western Wall was left standing of the Second Temple, which had been built by Herod the Great only 90 earlier on the site of the Temple of Solomon which itself was destroyed 700 years earlier.

Carrying the spoils of the Temple, including the sacred Menorah from the Holy of Holies in a Roman Triumph as depicted on the Arch of Titus. 

Some of the Zealots escaped the city.  Most of the survivors retreated to the north of the city for a final stand.  The Romans constructed siege towers and breached the final wall to the north, eradicating resistance by early September.

Titus ordered the complete destruction of the city, its suburbs, what was left of the Temple, and the slaughter of the inhabitants.  According to Josephus over a million were killed, an impossible number, but surely tens of the thousands.  Here is a bit of his account:

  Now as soon as the army had no more people to slay or to plunder, because there remained none to be the objects of their fury (for they would not have spared any, had there remained any other work to be done), [Titus] Caesar gave orders that they should now demolish the entire city and Temple, but should leave as many of the towers standing as they were of the greatest eminence; that is, Phasaelus, and Hippicus, and Mariamne; and so much of the wall enclosed the city on the west side. This wall was spared, in order to afford a camp for such as were to lie in garrison [in the Upper City], as were the towers [the three forts] also spared, in order to demonstrate to posterity what kind of city it was, and how well fortified, which the Roman valor had subdued; but for all the rest of the wall [surrounding Jerusalem], it was so thoroughly laid even with the ground by those that dug it up to the foundation, that there was left nothing to make those that came thither believe it [Jerusalem] had ever been inhabited. This was the end which Jerusalem came to by the madness of those that were for innovations; a city otherwise of great magnificence, and of mighty fame among all mankind…

And truly, the very view itself was a melancholy thing; for those places which were adorned with trees and pleasant gardens, were now become desolate country every way, and its trees were all cut down. Nor could any foreigner that had formerly seen Judaea and the most beautiful suburbs of the city, and now saw it as a desert, but lament and mourn sadly at so great a change. For the war had laid all signs of beauty quite waste. Nor had anyone who had known the place before, had come on a sudden to it now, would he have known it again. But though he [a foreigner] were at the city itself, yet would he have inquired for it…

The slaughter within was even more dreadful than the spectacle from without. Men and women, old and young, insurgents and priests, those who fought and those who entreated mercy, were hewn down in indiscriminate carnage. The number of the slain exceeded that of the slayers. The legionaries had to clamber over heaps of dead to carry on the work of extermination.

For his part, Titus was lionized as a hero in Rome, although he modestly—or perhaps politically shrewdly—declined the Laurel wreath claiming that he was only acting on the will of the gods.  Still, he allowed a triumphant arch to be erected, which still stands to this day.  On it can be seen the looting of the Temple including carrying away as treasure the Menorah from the Holy of Holies.

The Arch of Titus stood amid the ruins of a Roman wall when painted during the Renaissance.  It stands alone today in modern Rome. 

The Siege of Masada in 73 or 74 CE effectively ended Jewish resistance to Roman rule.  Although some remained, even in the destroyed city of Jerusalem itself, many survivors fled to the east, the north and around the Mediterranean, where there were already well established Jewish communities, many, ironically within the Empire.  Within centuries the Diaspora had spread as far east as China and India, into Abyssinia and points south in Africa, through the lands occupied by the spread of Islam, and deep into Europe.

Judea was repopulated mostly by waves of neighboring Semitic peoples of various origins, including after the Muslim conquest, Arabs.  Together these disparate people would eventually forge an identity as Palestinians.

So much even modern history is thus tied up with the foggy events of antiquity.

 

Tuesday, April 16, 2024

Was Masada Heroic Martyrdom or Fanatic Waste—National Poetry Month 2024

 

An aerial view of the ruins of the Fortress of Masada today.  The siege ramp built by the Romans over a period of months and from which the walls were finally breached is clearly visible on the left.

Today marks the date traditionally ascribed to the Fall of Masada to the Roman Legions—April 16, 63 CE.  It is an event of enormous symbolic importance in Jewish history, elevated by the experience of the Holocaust, the establishment of the State of Israel, and modern archeological excavations that have confirmed much of the story as related the Judeo-Roman historian Josephus.  Details of the end of the long siege laid by the Romans are stomach turning—the suicide of the warriors of the rebellious sect of the Zealots known as the Sicarii  and the slaughter of their wives, children, and elders to prevent them from becoming Roman slaves.  As many as 960 were said to have died that awful day, though the true number will never be known, and some archeologists suspect the numbers were far lower.

 

Romans laboriously constructed a siege ramp to the upper walls of the Masada mountain top fortress for their tower and siege engines.

The question that haunts us is was this the ultimate heroic sacrifice of a freedom loving people—the Alamo of American mythmaking writ large—or was it a senseless act of fanaticism—akin to the Peoples Temple mass suicide or the Branch Davidian holdout in Waco, Texas?  Much depends on the modern political lessons one is pre-disposed to draw from the story.

Of course, such an epic tale and its emotional wallop have made Masada a ripe inspiration for poetry.

                            Yitzhak Lamdan in  Israel, 1949.

The most famous of the poets represented here is Yitzhak Lamdan—often called Isaac in the West—who was born in the Ukraine in the Russian Empire in 1899.  He came to British ruled Mandatory Palestine in 1920, a part of the Third Aliyah (Third Wave) of Zionist immigration after World War I and the upheavals associated with the Russian Revolution and Civil War.  In 1927 he published Masada: A Historical Epic in Hebrew from which the lines below were excerpted.  The poem celebrated the stand at Masada as a heroic example for the persecuted and endangered Jewish diaspora.  By inference it held up a Jewish homeland in Palestine as a fortress/refuge.  As such it was embraced Zionist movement as a national epic. 

Later stanzas of the poem warned that Zion, like Masada, could become a trap which ensnares the best of Jews and leads to their annihilation.  The Zionists ignored that part and later, when the poem was included in Hebrew text books, those stanzas were often omitted entirely.

The poem was translated into most major European languages and widely circulated by the Zionist Movement press.  Some historians credit it with inspiring the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising in January of 1943.  It was also a rallying call during the 1948 Arab-Israeli War or Israeli War of Independence.

Lamdan died in the State of Israel in 1955 as a revered cultural hero.

Masada

Who are you that come, stepping heavy in silence?

—The remnant.
Alone I remained on the day of great slaughter.
Alone, of father and mother, sisters and brothers.
Saved in an empty cask hid in a courtyard corner.
Huddled, a child in the womb of an anxious mother.
I survived.
Days upon days in fate’s embrace I cried and begged
for mercy:
Thy deed it is, O God, that I remain.
Then answer: Why?
If to bear the shame of man and the world.
To blazon it forever—
Release me! The world unshamed will flaunt this shame
As honor and spotless virtue!
And if to find atonement I survive
Then Answer: Where?
So importuning a silent voice replied:
“In Masada!”
And I obeyed that voice and so I came.
Silent my steps will raise me to the wall,
Silent as all the steps filled with the dread
Of what will come.
Tall, tall is the wall of Masada.
Deep, deep is the pit at its feet.
And if the silent voice deceived me,
From the high wall to the deep pit
I will fling me.
And let there be no sign remaining,
And let no remnant survive.

 

—Yitzhak Lamdan

Martin Rasmussen is a 34 year old writer who has published several poems on line.  

The last stand of the Maccabees in an Israeli mural glorifying the sacrifice glorifying their sacrifice.  But their already slaughter wives and children are nowhere to be seen.

Today I Met a Jew

 

Today I met a Jew
And I looked into her eyes
I say ten plagues being bought
For ten wonders, just to be the chosen people.

Today I met a Jew
And the smell of her hair
Made me think of the red sea
And all that’s lost beneath it.

Today I met a Jew
And was reminded of an exile
That lasted for a thousand years,
And how it ended.

Today I met a Jew

But found God

In the pages of a people’s history.

 

Never another Masada!

 

—Martin Rasmussen

On Masada was submitted and posted to a poetry site anonymously.

On Masada

Did drip

—the zealot's blood—
when engines did array,
on Masada hill that day.

Rebellion, tho’ long overdue,
beneath the Roman yoke
 . . . in isolation broke.
Last bastion of oppressed folk.

What unified demeanour gave them up
to be a Roman slave?
How can resistance

—in their eyes—
reduce them thus
 . . . the world despise?

Can bring to me the longest day
when women ...
children ...
did he slay?
Not yet awhile
 ... we think it’s done
 ... on that stark hill that stands alone.

Four Heavens lighted up
and yet.
In consequence ...
In suffering ...
Did one so fearless then as fret.
Smote fearlessly the one before

—the one last held the winning straw?
As ramparts built upon the shore
of this poor isle...
Masada—

 

Author unidentified

From Poets From a Tender Age