The
Quaker Tapestries
The charming town of
In the early days dissidence was cruelly dealt with. To preach in the open, as George Fox did, was a serious offence, and Fox was gaoled for four years for doing so. Readers will be aware of the Quaker philosophy, which involves a direct relationship to God without human intermediaries, and so likely to enrage both established Church and State. Those whose sturdy self-reliance bypasses both State and Church mind control were regarded as potential troublemakers, and so were severely dealt with. The tapestries tell of Quakers who died in prison, whose only offence was refusal to acknowledge the authority of Church and State where such authority contravened their strict moral principles. And these moral principles are such as we can readily agree with. The only problem is that the great majority of us compromise our principles, bending them a little or even a lot, when it becomes inconvenient to adhere strictly to them. Quakers are unbendable.
The Quakers I have met have been immensely
strong where matters of right and wrong are concerned, yet they don’t parade
their strength. Those I have met have
been gentle, quiet and charming. I had
the great good fortune to go with Quakers to Faslane. When in the cold misty morning of a Scottish
November the group were met by police at the
Some mottos worked into the tapestries:
v Speak truth to power.
v Alliances are dangerous things. I would not advise alliances with any nation but would cultivate friendship with all nations.
v True peace cannot be dictated. It can only be built in cooperation between all peoples.
v Be willing that self shall suffer for truth, and not truth for self.
The media are full of stories of man’s inhumanity to man, so much so that any reflective person may come to the conclusion that man is a scarcely tamed beast, indeed crueller and less reflective than any animal. The reflex murders that occur so often, when the actor must know full well that the punishment will be certain and entail years in prison, demonstrate not only cruelty but stupidity and a blind overmastering rage. The Quakers are a wonderful antidote to the despairing state of mind induced by such stories. You can’t help but be reminded of Miranda’s comment:
O brave new world!
That has such people in it!
Harry Davis