Or at least a Pilgrim’s Progress” of variable intensity.In the eighteenth-century, there were many great importunate questions that sent pens scratching across an infinity of pages. And for these great minds of the enlightenment, above the din and controversy of debate, the clash of minds and philosophies, the febrile interchange from country to country, there was no question more importunate, none more fascinating, than this: Was America a mistake? Was it a mistake to have discovered the strange new world? A mistake to have conquered it? a mistake to plant colonies on its alien shores?
Everywhere the philosophers debated the question, but nowhere more insistently than in France. And not the philosophers only, but scientists and statesmen and churchmen as well; they were all philosophers to be sure. It was the Frenchman Abbe Raynal who brought it all to a head. Raynal was an extraordinary figure, prancing across the stage of Europe at mid-century, yet another of those abbes who are so ubiquitous in the period, another child of the Jesuits in revolt against that order. He was a preacher, at least for a time, a teacher, and a man of letters. He was an economist, philosopher, historian and even a patron of the arts. Somewhere along the way, his critics said in the slave trade, he had picked up a fortune, and he dispensed it with a free hand; here a literary prize, there a subsidy to one of the academies that had honored him with membership, here support to the young Provencals who flocked about him in Paris, there, it happened to be on an island in the Lake of Lucerne, a statue to Liberty in the likeness of none other than the Abbe Raynal himself.
He was not a great man, far from it; but he wrote one of the great books of the age titled ”A Philosophical and Political History of the Settlements and Trade of the Europeans in the East and West Indies”. That ”History” was in its day, a weapon, a force and an institution. The work first appeared in 1770 in four large volumes, then in eight, and eventually in twelve. It went through edition after edition including twenty authorized and forty or fifty more that were pirated.
Benjamin Franklin read it and was amused by it and provided materials that would modify its excesses; Jefferson read it and was moved to reply in his ”Notes on Virginia”. Gibbon read it and admired it, and so did his rival, William Robertson, up in Edinburgh. Frederick the Great read it with enthusiasm until he came to an outrageous criticism of his wars, and then he threw it in the fire. In Paris, Baron von Grimm and wrote, ”Since Montesquieu, our literature has produced no monument that is worthier to pass to the remotest posterity, and to consecrate the progress of our enlightenment.” That was it. Raynal’s book was to consecrate the progress of the Enlightenment.
The book was a history of sorts; a potpourri of history, economics, politics, anthropology, and morality, written every which way and by half a dozen contributors, though Raynal saw to it that he got all the credit. It was the first history to deal with the expansion of Europe as a single grand theme, the first to do justice to different races, and the first to fit together politics and economics and religion and society in a single pattern. It preached the immorality of war and the iniquity of colonies and the betrayal of religion by the church and the right of revolution and the virtue of simplicity in contrast to the wickedness of sophistication.
If Raynal’s book was not ”against all governments and religions”, as Horace Walpole wrote, it was certainly against the governments of those powers that had so wickedly exploited the two Indies. If it was not against all religion, it was certainly against the religion preached by the Jesuits to the Chinese and the Paraguayans and the Huron Indians. No wonder the book was anathema to the authorities of France; no wonder it was put on the Index, banned and burned; no wonder it was read with rapture in every country in Europe.
An what was the message that Europe read in this flaming, explosive history? Essentially, it was that wherever Europeans had gone, in the East or in the West, they had carried death, disease, and destruction. They had created empires, but at the price of senseless wars and of the lives of millions of innocent natives. Not since the deluge had there been such desolation. They had added undreamed of luxuries of life, and had enervated those who indulged in them. They had spread commerce but inflamed speculation, and had substituted the love of gold for the love of honor. They had spread Christianity and with it supersitition and fanaticism. Worst of all, their religion had fastened slavery on half the globe.
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