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A cheerful guide to collective paranoia
A cheerful guide to collective paranoia
"I saw Goody Osborne with the Devil! She came to me in my sleep and bid me sign the book."
"The accused did look upon me with an evil eye, and at once my hand did clench and I could not open it."
"She was seen dancing in the forest at midnight. What innocent woman dances at midnight?"
"My cow did sicken and die the very week she passed by our gate. What other proof is needed?"
The accused was bound and thrown into water. Floating proved guilt — the pure water had rejected a sinner. Sinking proved innocence, though the innocent often drowned before they could be retrieved.
If an afflicted person stopped convulsing upon touching the accused, this was taken as proof that the accused was the source of the affliction. The logic was circular. The conclusion was predetermined.
Witnesses could testify that the accused's spirit had visited them in dreams. The accused need not have been physically present — their spectral form was sufficient evidence. How does one defend against a dream?
Any blemish, mole, or scar on the body could be identified as a "witch's teat" — the point where the Devil's familiar suckled. Professional "witch prickers" were paid to find these marks.
The trial was never about truth. It was about power — the power to name, to accuse, to point a finger and watch a community rearrange itself around the accusation. The verdict was written before the first witness spoke.
Between 1692 and 1693, the Salem witch trials led to the execution of twenty people. Fourteen women. Five men. One pressed to death under stones for refusing to enter a plea. Hundreds more were accused. Dozens languished in jail.
The trials ended not because reason prevailed, but because the accusations reached too high — when the governor's wife was named, the court's authority suddenly seemed less absolute.
It has happened before. It will happen again. The tools change — the mechanism does not. Accusation. Consensus. Punishment. Silence. Then, years later, a quiet apology.
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