There are, indeed, some things worth fighting against – some things of human creation which must be destroyed. All cultures are really not equally valid – some must be rooted out till not a brick stands on a brick.
In a previous chapter I have hinted at something of the psychology that lies behind a certain type of religion. There was a tendency in those hungry for practical results, apart from poetical results, to call upon spirits of terror and compulsion; to move Acheron in despair of bending the gods. There is always a sort of dim idea that these darker powers will really do things, with no nonsense about it. In the interior psychology of the Punic peoples this strange sort of pessimistic practicality had grown to great proportions. In the New Town which the Romans called Carthage, as in the parent cities of Phoenicia, the god who got things done bore the name Moloch, who was perhaps identical with the other deity whom we know as Baal, the Lord. The Romans did not at first quite know what to call him or what to make of him; they had to go back to the grossest myth of Greek or Roman Origins and compare him to Saturn devouring his children. But the worshippers of Moloch were not gross or primitive. They were members of a mature and polished civilization abounding in refinements and luxuries; they were probably far more civilized than the Romans. And Moloch was not a myth; or at any rate his meal was not a myth. These highly civilized people really met together to invoke the blessing of heaven on their empire by throwing hundreds of their infants into a large furnace. We can only realize the combination by imagining a number of Manchester merchants with chimneypot hats and mutton-chop whiskers, going to church every Sunday at eleven o’clock to see a baby roasted alive. – G K Chesterton, The Everlasting Man
And so the Romans warred upon the Carthaginians until Carthago delenda est; and the Spaniards warred against the Aztecs until their idols were all cast down; and we warred against Hitler until he shot himself in his bunker…there are still, today, things we must fight against, most importantly the Islamo-fascism which beheads people for no rational reason, abuses women and sends children off to blow themselves up. Do not ask me, at least, to try and understand the wicked – I only wish to destroy them.
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