A long time ago, before Wikipedia or Facebook or Twitter or even MySpace were much if anything, there was an online community called H2G2, the brainchild of a British fellow named Douglas Adams. H2G2 (an odd acronym for The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy) was a little bit of all of the above mentioned products but created with a completely non-commercial purpose: it was meant to be a completely open, user-generated encyclopedia. This, of course, sounds a bit like Wikipedia, but H2G2 (“Hootoo” to most users) began as, and, I suspect, remains a much more creative place than is Wikipedia. Original research and work has been at the heart of H2G2 from its beginning and many of the entries are downright loopy. But even deeper into the heart of H2G2, in my opinion, was the incomprehensibly huge and varied (and often technically unmanageable — hence the migration to management by the BBC and the site’s later migration away from the BBC) conversation threads. These threads ranged from simple two person conversation which might last for years (digital penpals), through careful peer-review discussions of entries submitted for the Edited Guide, to global, sometimes heated, but almost always respectful discussions/arguments about whatever subject you could possibly imagine.
Hootoo kept me going through a challenging period which happened to almost perfectly coincide with the site’s residence at the BBC, so, often, when talking to real-world people about my time as an active contributor to H2G2, I refer to it as “the BBC thing”. The conversations I had there late at night (my time) with people all over the world are invaluable to me. And some of the Edited Entries I wrote for the Guide later helped get me my first paid writing gigs.
But that’s all background to the story I’m telling this evening.
One day or night — I don’t remember when exactly it was — while scrolling through the recent conversation threads I came across one that was titled something like “help with a bit of Medieval Latin” and I thought “what the hell: I’ll give it a try.” So, “Montana Redhead” (everybody on H2G2 was pretty much required to use a pseudonym) needed some help with translating a little bit of Medieval Latin as a part of her research for her PhD thesis. “Send me a copy” I typed.
I was expecting a few lines of an inscription or something.
I got a pdf of a handbook written by inquisitors for new inquisitors being posted in the area of Toulouse and Carcassonne in the south of France in the last half of the 13th Century (and three Papal Letters of Instruction for inquisitors). The text “Montana Redhead” sent me was from a 1717 edition of various Latin texts which I will likely never see.
I spent the next six months translating the thing. I would take my daughter to school in the morning, work on the “Doctrina” until about noon, and then carry on with life. For six months pretty much every weekday morning was spent translating this thing. When one is trained only in Classical Latin, Medieval Latin is quite a jump. I often found my years of public school French and my smattering of Italian to be of more use than anything I had learned at Virgil’s knee. I would dutifully send off installments to “Montana Redhead” and, when she achieved success with her PhD, I was honoured with an acknowledgment in the front pages of her thesis. I truly, truly feel honoured to have been given that opportunity. Thank you for the honour Melissa (Montana Redhead).
Some years later my neighbour suggested “You’re writing all this stuff anyway: why don’t you put it up on Amazon? You might as well see if you can get something for it!” At first it seemed to me a silly idea. But then I got thinking about those six months of mornings spent slaving over one of the most obscure languages there can possible be. So I got down to brass tacks and very, very carefully retranslated the whole thing and the three Papal Letters. Then I retyped all of the Latin text from the terribly fine italic print of that original pdf file. When I’d done all that and had a bit of a text actually assembled, I jumped on the learning curve of Kindle Direct Publishing (which turned out to be pretty user friendly) and put together my first book since my own thesis back in 1984. I gave it a title similar in length to the titles of many of my little paintings: The Doctrine of the Method of Proceeding Against Heretics: A Handbook for Inquisitors of Heretical Depravities such as those of the Albigensians and Waldensians.
It’s always a wonderful pleasure when someone, somewhere, buys a copy of this little 102 page handbook, not just because I get a few dollars deposited in my bank account, but because this handbook was composed and compiled by individuals who were clearly very different from our usual view of the Inquisition. These men (they were surely men) had come to search for heretics in a land cleansed of heretics half a century before they arrived and they were writing a handbook for men who would come after them. They knew that the only people left to prosecute were the poverty stricken, the ignorant, and — will this ever change? — the few Jews who continued to quietly practice their religion while publicly acting as Christians. Despite its title (my title is a translation of the Latin title in the 1717 edition), the handbook strikes me as more of a guidebook for defense counselors than a handbook for persecuting inquisitors. This sort of text from the Middle Ages is a text that needs to be available to scholars and historians and, frankly, to the general public, to counter the all-too-easy condemnation of everything about the Church in the Middle Ages. For all of the horrors — and they are overwhelming — the Middle Ages, and the Church, produced uncountable beautiful, moving, uplifting expressions of fundamental humanity. While there is little beauty in it, and while it is necessarily bound and confined in the shackles of the inquisitorial system, I came away from the Doctrina with a powerful impression that these men were trying desperately to be fair, to be compassionate, to care in a world that was incomprehensibly more harsh than most of us can imagine today.
When I look around at the world today, particularly the online world, I can’t help but feel it’s all become so much more harsh than it was in those early days of Hootoo. Back then the real world was harsh and Hootoo was a place where people could, for the most part, feel safe to express themselves and maybe find a receptive ear. Sometimes there were moments of bullying and really uncalled for nastiness, but it seemed like Real Life leaking in. Today it seems too often like the online world is the wellspring of harshness that has gushed out to drown Real Life with its bile.
I wonder if Toulouse in the late 13th Century might not have felt in some ways the same: so much terrible, lethal harshness, in real life — the only life at that time — and so much of it from the Church. I wonder whether maybe the writers and compliers of the Doctrina might have said somewhere inside themselves “Let’s cut them a little slack, for Christ’s sake! Sure, we’ve got to follow the law, but let’s give them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe we could try to presume them innocent until proven guilty or something like that.” Throughout my work on the Doctrina I felt like I was reading a foundational document of the Rule of Law. And how startling to the modern mind is the suggestion that an inquisitorial document from the Medieval Catholic Church is a foundational document of the Rule of Law?
Well, I was startled, and I’m grateful that I was. I was startled to realize that this handbook — of which I had only learned because another human being had asked strangers for help — was the creation of human beings long ago and far away who couldn’t help wanting to help strangers themselves.
But none of that should really be startling: human beings generally do want to help strangers, thank goodness. That fact is the not-harsh-reality of Real Life . . .
. . . if we are willing to see that reality through the horrible fog we are all too willing these online days to throw up around us to block out everyone who doesn’t think just like us . . . .
If you’re a Medievalist, a Legal or other sort of Historian, a Monty Python fan, or just a Human Being, you might be interested in The Doctrine of the Method of Proceeding Against Heretics.