Sunday, October 25, 2009
John Proctor's hanging
Today is the day that John Proctor has been hanged. I cannot believe that he allowed that to happen. He seemed such a rational man, yet when it came down to it, I feel that he gave up his life for his personal pride. I pleaded with him and his wife, for nothing is greater than a person’s life, not an idea or a principle. I feel like I cannot wash my hands of his death or the others. I know he was innocent. No matter how much I pleaded with Elizabeth to persuade him, she would not do it. She only said, “He have his goodness now.” Goodness? What goodness is there in death? I just cannot seem to comprehend why John would throw his life away. Above all though, I feel this is no one’s fault, but my own. If only I wasn’t so persistent in trying to find evidence of witchcraft and instead thought rationally about the situation. I saw how Proctor was revered in the town, but he wasn’t even a good Christian. The most important thing to him was how the people he respected thought of him. He would rather die with a good name than live with a scarred one. I feel that his principles have greatly changed me.
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