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Faces
of Virtue
The Relationship Between Mercy and Justice
by
Donald DeMarco
Readers
of great literature are familiar with Shakespeare’s
remark in The Merchant of Venice about how mercy
“seasons” justice and Milton’s comment in
Paradise Lost that mercy “tempers” justice.
For these great writers, who were also knowledgeable philosophers,
it was clear that mercy and justice did not clash with each
other, but were truly complementary.
The modern
world, which no longer has a coherent view of morality, has
challenged the complementarity of mercy and justice. The romantic
poet Percy Bysshe Shelley, for example, holds that the distinction
between justice and mercy was invented in the court of tyrants.
This view suggests that if justice and mercy are distinct,
they cannot be conjoined.
The surprising
success of William Bennett’s The Book of Virtues
prompted Newsweek to do a cover feature on the topic.
Some of the writers cited in the article maintained that if
virtue is still alive, it is simply a form of narcissistic
self-fulfillment. In fact, Alasdair MacIntyre’s book,
After Virtue, offers plenty of evidence that we are
now living in a “post-virtue” society.
Though
hardly a reliable authority on the subject of virtue—“You
can’t lose it,” its writer claims—Newsweek
saw serious problems with virtue itself: “Sometimes
virtues clash, as justice and compassion often do.”
The great
traditional moralists, including St. Augustine and St. Thomas
Aquinas, taught that all true virtues are rooted in love.
In other words, “love is the form of all virtues.”
Therefore, since virtue springs from a common and unified
basis, virtues cannot clash with each other, any more than
love can contradict itself.
Perhaps
the clearest and at the same time most dramatic treatment
of how mercy and justice do not clash, but complement each
other, is found in a play that is not widely known—Prince
Frederick of Hamburg by Heinrich von Kleist.
The philosophical
basis for the play is exemplified by the moral spirit of King
Frederick William I (1688–1740). This German king once
visited a prison where he listened intently to a number of
pleas for pardon from prisoners who claimed to be victims
of injustice. All swore they had suffered imprisonment on
account of prejudiced judges, perjured witnesses, and unscrupulous
lawyers. From cell to cell, allegations of wronged innocence
and false imprisonment continued until the king came to the
door of a cell occupied by a surly inmate who said nothing.
Surprised
at his silence, Frederick remarked, somewhat sarcastically,
“Well I suppose you are innocent too.” “No,
your Majesty,” came the startling response. “I
am guilty and richly deserve all that I get.” “Here,
turnkey,” thundered Frederick, “come and get rid
of this rascal quick, before he corrupts this fine lot of
innocent people that you are responsible for.”
In Kleist’s
play, the prince, son of Frederick William, the Elector of
Brandenburg, disgraces himself in battle. He is subsequently
tried and condemned to die by a court martial. The elector,
as one can readily understand, wants to offer mercy to his
son and thereby save his life. But he cannot dispense mercy
to an unrepentant criminal. Nathalie, who is in love with
the prince, intercedes on his behalf. Yet the elector is unwavering—mercy
cannot negate justice.
Finally,
the son comes to acknowledge the gravity of his crime and
the validity of his sentence:
. .
. now that I have thought it over,
I wish to die the death decreed for me!
. . . It is my absolute desire
To glorify the sacred code of battle,
Broken by me before the entire army,
With voluntary death.
Now that
the prince is willing to accept justice, he is eligible for
mercy. When the elector hears these courageous words, he is
overjoyed. He tears up the death sentence, pardons his son,
and grants him permission to marry Nathalie. The prince is
thereby restored to life, honor, and happiness. On this joyful
note, the play ends.
Mercy
must honor justice. It can be dispensed rightly only when
the validity of justice is acknowledged. Similarly, forgiveness
can be granted only when a transgression is acknowledged.
Mercy
“does not destroy justice,” as Aquinas noted,
“but is a certain kind of fulfillment of justice.”
“Mercy without justice, he added, “is the mother
of dissolution.”
Mercy
lacks the heroic quality associated with virtues such as courage
and determination. It does not possess the primacy enjoyed
by reverence and humility. Nor does it have the independent
character of generosity and integrity. It is a complementary
virtue, one that is destined to share the spotlight with a
more fundamental good.
The nineteenth-century
American clergyman Edwin Hubbell Chapin expressed it most
eloquently when he wrote, “Mercy among the virtues is
like the moon among the stars—not so sparkling and vivid
as many, but dispensing a calm radiance that hallows the whole.
It is the bow that rests upon the bosom of the cloud when
the storm is past. It is the light that hovers above the judgment-seat.”
Donald
DeMarco is professor emeritus of philosophy at St. Jerome’s
University in Waterloo, Ontario. He also teaches at Holy Apostles
College and Seminary in Cromwell, Connecticut, and continues
to work as a corresponding member of the Pontifical Academy
for Life.
His book Architects of the Culture of Death was released
in April of 2004. He is also the author of The Many Faces
of Virtue, which is a collection of favorite Lay
Witness columns.
To
order The
Many Faces of Virtue,
visit Emmaus Road Publishing online at www.emmausroad.org.
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From Our Founder
How different the holy Church would be this very day if, years ago, we had
been filled with a spirit of humility and compunction, of patience and ready
obedience, with the spirit of the Publican, who stood afar off, not
venturing to raise his eyes to heaven, but only saying, “Lord, be merciful
to me, a sinner” (Lk. 18:13). Or if, like St. Paul, we had begun by saying,
from the bottom of our hearts, “Lord, what would you have me do?” Or if,
like St. Catherine of Siena, we had been able to cry: “Thanks be to Thee,
Eternal Father! . . . I was sick and you gave me . . . a medicine against a
secret infirmity that I knew not of, in this precept that in no way can I
judge any rational creature, and particularly Thy servants, upon whom oft
times I, as one blind and sick with this infirmity, passed judgment under
the pretext of Thy honor and the salvation of souls.”
H. Lyman Stebbins
March 1987
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