The Politics of Vulnerable Groups: Implications For Philosophy, Law, and Political Theory Fabio Macioce
The Politics of Vulnerable Groups: Implications For Philosophy, Law, and Political Theory Fabio Macioce
https://ebookmass.com/product/legal-monism-law-philosophy-and-
politics-paul-gragl/
https://ebookmass.com/product/mutual-aid-groups-vulnerable-and-
resilient-populations-and-the-life-cycle-3rd-edition-ebook-pdf/
https://ebookmass.com/product/the-coronavirus-human-social-and-
political-implications-james-miller/
https://ebookmass.com/product/sustainability-beyond-technology-
philosophy-critique-and-implications-for-human-organization-pasi-
heikkurinen/
Cicero: Political Philosophy (Founders of Modern Political
and Social Thought) Malcolm Schofield
https://ebookmass.com/product/cicero-political-philosophy-founders-of-
modern-political-and-social-thought-malcolm-schofield/
https://ebookmass.com/product/injustice-political-theory-for-the-real-
world-michael-goodhart/
https://ebookmass.com/product/the-oxford-handbook-of-philosophy-of-
political-science-harold-kincaid/
https://ebookmass.com/product/indigenous-law-and-the-politics-of-
kincentricity-and-orality-amanda-kearney/
https://ebookmass.com/product/postsecular-history-political-theology-
and-the-politics-of-time-maxwell-kennel/
Critical Political Theory and Radical Practice
Series Editor
Stephen Eric Bronner, Department of Political Science, Rutgers
University, New Brunswick, NJ, USA
The series introduces new authors, unorthodox themes, critical interpre-
tations of the classics and salient works by older and more established
thinkers. A new generation of academics is becoming engaged with
immanent critique, interdisciplinary work, actual political problems, and
more broadly the link between theory and practice. Each in this series
will, after his or her fashion, explore the ways in which political theory
can enrich our understanding of the arts and social sciences. Criminal
justice, psychology, sociology, theater and a host of other disciplines
come into play for a critical political theory. The series also opens new
avenues by engaging alternative traditions, animal rights, Islamic politics,
mass movements, sovereignty, and the institutional problems of power.
Critical Political Theory and Radical Practice thus fills an important
niche. Innovatively blending tradition and experimentation, this intellec-
tual enterprise with a political intent hopes to help reinvigorate what is
fast becoming a petrified field of study and to perhaps provide a bit of
inspiration for future scholars and activists.
Fabio Macioce
The Politics
of Vulnerable Groups
Implications for Philosophy, Law, and Political
Theory
Fabio Macioce
Department of Law, Economics,
Politics and Modern Languages
LUMSA University
Rome, Italy
© The Editor(s) (if applicable) and The Author(s), under exclusive license to Springer
Nature Switzerland AG 2022
This work is subject to copyright. All rights are solely and exclusively licensed by the
Publisher, whether the whole or part of the material is concerned, specifically the rights
of translation, reprinting, reuse of illustrations, recitation, broadcasting, reproduction on
microfilms or in any other physical way, and transmission or information storage and
retrieval, electronic adaptation, computer software, or by similar or dissimilar methodology
now known or hereafter developed.
The use of general descriptive names, registered names, trademarks, service marks, etc.
in this publication does not imply, even in the absence of a specific statement, that such
names are exempt from the relevant protective laws and regulations and therefore free for
general use.
The publisher, the authors and the editors are safe to assume that the advice and informa-
tion in this book are believed to be true and accurate at the date of publication. Neither
the publisher nor the authors or the editors give a warranty, expressed or implied, with
respect to the material contained herein or for any errors or omissions that may have been
made. The publisher remains neutral with regard to jurisdictional claims in published maps
and institutional affiliations.
This Palgrave Macmillan imprint is published by the registered company Springer Nature
Switzerland AG
The registered company address is: Gewerbestrasse 11, 6330 Cham, Switzerland
Acknowledgments
v
Contents
1 Introduction 1
2 Vulnerability: What Are We Talking About? 7
Introduction 7
Vulnerability and the Liberal Paradigm 11
Autonomy and Vulnerability: The Relational Perspective 14
Vulnerability as a Universal and Particular Condition 16
Vulnerability and the Political Dimension: Meaning
and Role of Vulnerable Groups 20
References 26
3 The Vulnerable Groups and Their Legal Value 31
Introduction 31
The Development of the Notion of Group Vulnerability
in International Law 33
Group Vulnerability in the Jurisprudence of the European
Court of Human Rights 40
Group Vulnerability in EU Law 46
Group Vulnerability and Bioethics 50
References 57
4 Towards a Theory of Group Vulnerability 61
Introduction 61
The Challenges of the Concept of the Vulnerable Group 63
Developing the Notion of Group Vulnerability 67
vii
viii CONTENTS
Index 195
CHAPTER 1
Introduction
what is more, there are far too many lists in international documents,
and I did not feel the need to add another one, which would also be
without any force or cogency. This is also the reason why, except for a few
cases, I do not even enter into the analysis of specific situations of group
vulnerability: except for the two final chapters, in which I will analyse
two cases (one for each of the two types of vulnerable groups I identify,
according to the definitions that will be provided in the research), I do
not discuss whether this or that group is really vulnerable, in what sense
it is vulnerable, and with what consequences.
The book discusses the issue of group vulnerability as follows: the first
chapter provides a brief overview of the studies on the concept of vulner-
ability, and on the theories that—in legal and political philosophy—have
used this concept as a point of observation on reality. The second chapter
is dedicated to the legal concept of group vulnerability, but still in a purely
descriptive way: in this chapter I describe the main uses of the category
of group vulnerability in international law, and in the jurisprudence of
the European Court of Human Rights, and I analyse the extensive and
often incongruous use of this category. The third chapter is instead dedi-
cated to the definition of group vulnerability, which is considered not
only theoretically plausible, at least when interpreted in a non-essentialist
way, but also politically useful, even if susceptible to being misunderstood
and applied in a victimising way: in this chapter, therefore, two defini-
tions of group vulnerability will be offered, i.e. two different ways of
understanding group vulnerability, depending on the circumstances and
characteristics of the group itself. In the fourth chapter, the concept of
group vulnerability is put in relation with the categories and concepts
of minority and discrimination, and with the processes of victimisation
that can affect groups as well as individuals; this is both to highlight the
differences and highlight the distance between the category of vulnerable
groups, and the three dimensions indicated, and to highlight the concep-
tual autonomy of each dimension and the different protection needs.
The fifth chapter analyses the complex and often ambiguous relationship
between group vulnerability and power: in particular, it discusses both the
theme of oppression, and the forms through which power is exercised
towards vulnerable groups, and the positive aspect of the relationship
between group vulnerability and power, that is, the forms through which
group vulnerability manifests itself as a place of resistance to oppression,
and as a context in which claims and positive actions emerge. Finally, in
the two concluding chapters, two cases are presented, each related to one
1 INTRODUCTION 5
Introduction
Over the last decades, the notion of vulnerability1 has become progres-
sively more relevant in philosophical debate, in the language of the social
sciences, as well as in legal texts, guidelines, and documents concerning
national and international policies. Vulnerability is invoked to justify
preventive measures, additional justification burdens, enhanced forms of
protection for specific assets (e.g. territories, artistic heritage…), or rights.
The concept of vulnerability is used to designate categories of persons or
single individuals on the basis of both their assumed physical fragility and
their equally lacking autonomy or presumed incapacity to express free
consent. At the same time, the concept of vulnerability is used to identify
situations of particular exposure to risk due to economic, environmental,
social, and legal factors, in a process of accumulation of social handi-
caps (Ferrarese 2016, 151). The reasons for such a theoretical success
1 Throughout the text I will use the notion of vulnerability—unless a different meaning
or use is expressly indicated—to indicate a state of high exposure to certain risks and
uncertainties, in combination with a reduced ability to protect or defend oneself against
those risks and uncertainties and cope with their negative consequences. Such a definition
is consistent with that provided by the United Nations Department of Economic and
Social Affairs, United Nations Report on the World Social Situation: Social Vulnerability:
Sources and Challenges (UN, New York, 2003).
are manifold: among the many, some point out both the growing insecu-
rity and political instability of the last two decades, and the changes—the
increasing precariousness—in the labour market, as well as the financial
instability of the markets, and the emergence of an “affective turn” in
social theories (Cole 2016).
Unfortunately, the concept of vulnerability is as much discussed and
used, as it is scarcely systematised. While there are many moral, political,
and social theories that use this concept, and that interpret it in different
ways and from different perspectives, very few works provide a defini-
tion of the concept and a framework of its uses in different fields and
sectors (Mackenzie et al. 2014). However, it is possible to point out that
this concept has been developed over the last few decades in three main
perspectives (Mackenzie et al. 2014, 2): within analyses of dependency
and theories of the ethics of care; in bioethical debates; in an ontological
perspective, within reflections on the human condition and corporeality.
Additionally, we may mention analyses that take vulnerability as a stand-
point for problems of distributive justice, although this approach seems
to be transversal to the three previous ones, at least in most cases.
In the first perspective, for example, we may consider the anal-
yses of Eva Kittay (1995, 2019), MacIntyre (1999), and Nussbaum
(2001, 2009), in which the dimension of vulnerability as dependence
is interpreted as a fundamental paradigm for the elaboration of an
ethical–political perspective, as well as the theory of Robert Goodin
(1986), in which the category of vulnerability as dependence on others
(in a Lévinas-like perspective) is taken as the basis for the moral imper-
ative, and the justification for social interventions. In this vein, some
scholars underlined the importance of specific instances of vulnerability
as a primary reference for public policies and interventions oriented to
social justice (Tronto 2013). If the human vulnerability is understood
as arising in large part from social factors and the environment, care
interventions necessarily entail making claims on social institutions and
“all capable others”, because the intervention of narrow caregivers is not
enough (Engster 2019, 112). For instance, a public duty in terms of
“caring with” is necessary to mitigate workers’ vulnerabilities (to harms,
joblessness, underpay, exposure to dangerous work conditions, among
other things), being narrow care networks unable to do so (Engster
2019; Engster and Hamington 2015; Tronto 2013, 23).
The concept of vulnerability is also present in several international
documents and legal instruments (the second chapter is devoted to this
2 VULNERABILITY: WHAT ARE WE TALKING ABOUT? 9
issues that are particularly significant in these theories, even from different
perspectives.
A first topic which is extensively discussed by theories of vulnerability is
the dialectic with liberal thought: not necessarily in the sense of rejecting
such a tradition, but at least in the sense of highlighting that some of its
salient characteristics are inadequate to fully grasp the human condition.
Theories of vulnerability, also with arguments developed within feminist
approaches, focus on typical liberal assumptions, such as the emphasis
on the individual and on his (the masculine pronoun is not accidental)
autonomy, as well as the crushing of this autonomy on the rational dimen-
sion, that is, on the ability to exercise a kind of sovereignty over one’s own
life and choices. Theories of vulnerability challenge this horizon, empha-
sising in contrast the value of human relationality and the constitutive
dependence of the human being. The second topic that is developed by
many theories of vulnerability is the alternative between an interpreta-
tion of vulnerability as an ontological characteristic, and therefore as a
universal trait, and the emphasis on situated vulnerability, or more gener-
ally on the specific circumstances that produce conditions of vulnerability
for individuals or groups. On the one hand, therefore, the idea of a
universal vulnerability contradicts the liberal myth of autonomy and inde-
pendence as the marks of the human condition; on the other hand, the
focus on circumstances of vulnerability makes it possible to highlight the
dynamics of power, oppression, and exclusion that determine conditions
of vulnerability, and ground claims in terms of recognition, redistribu-
tion, or balancing of power. As a consequence, the third thematic area
is the investigation of the social, political, and institutional structures
that shape, and respond to, subjective vulnerability. Central to this, is
the analysis of the political dimension of vulnerability, in opposition to
a rigid separation between public and private which is typical of many
liberal accounts, as well as discussion on the factors that can determine
the specific vulnerability of each individual. The theme of vulnerability
is intertwined here with that of resilience, but both are understood in
their public or social dimension, i.e. with reference to the question of
the resources (be they personal, material, institutional) that society makes
available to each person.
These axes of the research on vulnerability will be discussed in the
following paragraphs. However, it should be pointed out that, transversal
to them, a fourth perspective can be identified, which is represented by
2 VULNERABILITY: WHAT ARE WE TALKING ABOUT? 11
2 Nussbaum rightly points out that the focus on vulnerability does not imply, per se,
the rejection of the liberal approach: she argues that (p. 5) “liberalism needs to change
to respond adequately to those insights: but it will be changed in ways that make it
more deeply consistent with its own most foundational ideas”. In this sense, according to
Nussbaum, some basic liberal assumptions are essential to guarantee substantial justice for
women: among these, in particular, the centrality of the idea of equal citizenship.
2 VULNERABILITY: WHAT ARE WE TALKING ABOUT? 13
3 “The division of labor within marriage (except in rare cases) makes wives far more
likely than husbands to be exploited both within the marital relationship and in the world
of work outside the home. To a great extent and in numerous ways, contemporary women
in our society are made vulnerable by marriage itself. They are first set up for vulnerability
during their developing years by their personal (and socially reinforced) expectations that
they will be the primary caretakers of children, and that in fulfilling this role they will
need to try to attract and to keep the economic support of a man, to whose work life
they will be expected to give priority. They are rendered vulnerable by (…) the fact that
the world of wage work, including the professions, is still largely structured around the
assumption that “workers” have wives at home” (pp. 138–39).
14 F. MACIOCE
4 “Dependency is episodic and shifts in degree on an individual level for most of us,
mainstream political and social theorists can and often do conveniently ignore it. In their
hands, dependency, if acknowledged at all, is merely a stage that the liberal subject has
long ago transcended or left behind and is, therefore, of no pressing theoretical interest”.
Visit https://ebookmass.com today to explore
a vast collection of ebooks across various
genres, available in popular formats like
PDF, EPUB, and MOBI, fully compatible with
all devices. Enjoy a seamless reading
experience and effortlessly download high-
quality materials in just a few simple steps.
Plus, don’t miss out on exciting offers that
let you access a wealth of knowledge at the
best prices!
Other documents randomly have
different content
Unfold before our ravished sight,
And still the magic influence grows
And time moves backward in its flight.
There lies the ancient Argive plain
Where chiefs in angry council met,
When Paris took the Spartan frail,
The insult they did n’er forget.
AURELLE.
I would frame a lyric sweet
To ma belle Aurelle;
Tresses rippling to her feet,
Laughing lips as well.
She hath hands as lilies pure,
Head of beauty’s mould,
Eyes like great brown pools so clear,
Sparkling depths enfold.
On a grassy knoll she stands,
Clasping wattle bloom—
Golden flower of Austral’s lands,
With its rich perfume.
Roses grace her cheeks so fair,
And she knoweth well
That she doth my heart ensnare—
Ma belle Aurelle.
And she singeth like a bird
At heaven’s gate,
When its swelling notes are stirred
By its mate.
And I know that Cupid’s dart—
Sharp, yet slender—
Some fine day will pierce her heart,
Oh, so tender.
But this stately maid of mine
Loveth none as me:
For her summers are but nine—
Aurelle mine, you see!
AN AUSTRALIAN HYMN.
God of earth’s nations, Thee we sing—
Loud may Australia’s Anthem ring;
Look down in mercy from Thy throne
And with great empires make her one.
GOD’S GIFT.
The pure pale blossoms of God’s gift, the flowers,
Breathe immortality.
They tell us of sweet, heavenly, dreamless hours
All through eternity.
They tell us of dear Mother Earth who press’d
So soft and deep
Their tiny seeds within her tender breast
As children sleep.
They tell us, these white souls of flowers, sent
To beautify
Our minds, of human souls, an emblem meant,
Which never die.
And when our bodies, like dear flowers, must
At length decay,
The seeds we sow will bloom, when we from dust
Have passed away.
Then let our lives be pure as these pale blooms
With fragrance blent,
That deeds, like flowers, shall be upon our tombs
A monument.
BECAUSE OF THEE.
Because of thee, the earth is fair to see,
The dawn more radiant for it breathes of thee,
It gloweth deeper in the eastern skies
As dawneth love within thy beauteous eyes.
[To W. Richer.]
How well I remember the tranquil hours
We spent in the haunted wood;
How fair was the glade and the primrose flowers
Where the ruined abbey stood,
For there, near the lake where water springs—
It gushed in a crystal stream—
From the mouth of a dragon with carven wings
And eyes of a fearful gleam.
And there was the grotto, with walls inlet
With shells from the shining sands,
And the floor with mosaic scenes was set,
All relics from Eastern lands.
We played, and we idly wondered who
In the centuries past and gone
Had chiselled the antique shape so true
Of this monster in sculptured stone.
And the legend weird of this ancient pile
We many a time had heard,
And oft in the dusk we would list, the while
The leaves by the wind were stirred.
For ages and ages ago ’twas said
A prince of the Saxon blood
With the Lady Osyth one day was wed
By a priest of the holy rood.
He bade adieu at the altar there,
But alas, for the vows they made,
A rival prince took his bride so fair
By force to the forest shade.
She was rescued, assuming the sacred veil,
And a nun she had scarce been made,
When up to the abbey, in coat of mail,
Rode the prince with a gleaming blade.
And with sword held high he espied the face
Of his wife in a window near,
A moment more, in his fast embrace
Swooned the lady in deadly fear.
And fast on his palfrey they rode away
And fast on his palfrey they rode away
These twain through the woodland deep,
And saw not the rival till brought to bay
Near the “Fatal Lover’s Leap.”
And the enemy’s knights came and bore them on
And round to the moonlit lake
And jeered: “So perish each wicked one
Who is false to the vows they make.”
The prince they bound to his steed and led
The lady whose every limb
Trembled, while faltering prayers she said
And her glorious eyes grew dim.
Then they bade her stand by the dragon’s side
When with swift and sudden blow
The rapier fell, and her life’s red tide
Welled o’er to the stream below.
And the legend runs that the headless form
Of the maiden quickly bent
And lifted her head beneath her arm
While a shriek the wild echoes rent.
And the prince enraged, when he knew her fate,
Unbuckled his heavy mail,
And, stabbing himself as his steed he sate,
He died with a mournful wail.
And the story goes that the lady’s shade
Still walks, and her voice is heard,
When the moon is old in the haunted glade—
Like the cry of a wounded bird—
And the headless image in marble chased
Of this saint in the chancel old
Still stands, though time hath its lines effaced
And despoiled it of beauty’s mould.
And oft as I think of the woodland fair
And the legend, I fain would be
Once more near the dragon which standeth where
St. Osyth lived, just by the sea.
MOUNT GAMBIER, SOUTH AUSTRALIA.
In lone magnificence and stately pride,
Majestic in thy ruin and decay,
Thou, whose unfathomed crater yawned wide
When Pluto’s furies in thy depths held sway;
And forked lightning on black clouds astride,
And igneous rocks, their glowing masses hurled
While streams of lava in a ceaseless tide
Flowed o’er thy base upon a darkened world.
What hast thou felt in cycles long untold?
What hast thou heard within thine eyrie there,
That scalding tears of rage hath down thee rolled
Scarring thine image and thy bosom bare?
What hath the glorious sun-god looked upon,
Searching thy heart with brilliant-zoned light?
What hath the silver-veiled Fingari, lone
Viewed from her vantage in the solemn night?
Thou must have breathed when regal Pompeii, placed
On proud Italia’s olive-mantled shore
Was by Vesuvius’ wrath engulfed and rased,
And eighteen centuries was covered o’er.
If thou but had a tongue, mayhap thou would
Tell us when fair Lemuria disappeared,
Or how the dusky tribes, with rites of blood,
In bora rings their writhing victims speared.
Thou antique dial: scarce thou feeleth, though
Thy faint spasmodic tremblings still are felt,
And o’er thy sunken cranium waters flow,
The rocky amphitheatre thy belt.
Now, foliage green adorns thy noble form—
Lo! Mansions fair are nestling there serene
Around thy neck, and in the gathering gloom
At eve we picture what thou once hath been.
And Oh! Thou mighty Gambier, not in vain
Thou teacheth like a sad and silent sage
The wisdom and the pleasure we may gain
While pondering on thy splendour and thine age.
Prose Fragments
MALTA.
JUST A GLIMPSE.
It had been a very rough passage through the Bay of Biscay, and it was
an immense relief to run into calm water, so, hugging the coast of southern
Spain, we could distinctly see the shore, with trees standing out in bold
relief against the sky. So (I shall never as long as I live forget the beauty of
the scene) we approached the great, brown rock of Gibraltar, with its
hundred eyes of hate, bristling with guns, and with the now fashionable
watering place of Algiers on our left, we passed through the great “Pillars of
Hercules,” the extremities of Europe and Africa almost meeting into the
Mediterranean. The passage appears much narrower than it really is, sea
distance being deceptive. We steamed along in the pinken glow of dawn,
the change being very pleasant, and the air gradually becoming warmer,
until within a few miles of Malta (which island, as you know, is off the
southern coast of Sicily), when it suddenly became quite hot. And, how
shall I describe the impression, under perfect weather conditions? The white
rock, so imposing and important politically, as well as commercially. A
jewelled island, set in a sapphire sea. A green vista of terraces of white
houses, with green shutters and awnings of scarlet and white, flapping in
the breeze. Pedestrians we could see in the distance with the ubiquitous
umbrellas and hats, green lined to keep off the glare of the sun. Presently
we anchored, and, hey presto! we were almost immediately surrounded by
vendors of all sorts of things in the shape of coral earrings, bracelets, and
brooches, good and bad Florida water, perfumes, real Maltese lace and bad
imitation. We inspected their wares, and amid a babel of French and Italian
(we being in a hurry), we purchased some good lace and eau de Cologne.
Then, we decided we would go ashore, which three of us did, and we
passed the casinos and shipping offices, and wended our way up those
famous streets of stairs described by Lord Byron, and we no longer
wondered, when we thought of his poor deformed foot, how difficult he
must have found the ascent. Each house rose imperially above its neighbour
up those flights, and, peeping from some of the doors, were dark-eyed
Madonna-looking Spanish beauties, their classic heads draped gracefully
with mantillas. But the dominating smell, which spoilt it all, was that of
garlic. It assailed our nostrils; it seemed to be everywhere, and we were told
that, in some form or another, it was found at every meal. At last we gained
the top, after much stifled laughter, and made for the barracks and the fort,
after which we visited the armoury, and imagined we had known the brave
knights themselves, after the kind information tendered by our guide in
mixed Anglo-Saxon, French and Italian.
We then went to the Cathedral of St. John, saw the Alexandrian Gate,
and the places set apart for worshippers of different sects, after which we
joined in a service in the central portion. Later on towards sunset, we hired
a fiacre with a Pegasus-like winged steed attached, and the way that sorry
horse flew along was marvellous. No whip was needed, and to say he was
as thin as a herring would be a libel on the herring. Anyhow, we arrived
safely at Valetta, the Government residence, and visited the famous orange
gardens. We returned to the ship, dined on board, and then in the evening
went toiling up again to the Royal Opera House. The scene was very
brilliant. An Italian Company was performing, and the artistes were loaded
with floral tributes. The next day we were off again, and steamed to Cape
Malea—but “that’s another story.”
SMYRNA.
It was a glorious morning when we arrived off Malea, and we steamed
near enough to distinguish the plateau on the rock where the celebrated old
hermit—who isolated himself in that lonely spot for so many years—had
always, on the approach of a vessel, advanced waving a flag.
The promontory passed, we were out of the Mediterranean, and we
slowly passed the maze of islands—the Cyclades—past Milo and Delos,
famed in song and story, Andros and Nicaria, and soon were making our
way into the Ægean Sea towards the volcanic island of Chios or Cos. This
island is off the Gulf of Smyrna, and has frequently been devastated by
seismic agencies.
It was a thrilling experience passing through the Gulf, and there, in the
light of evening, lay that ancient city—one of the seven Churches of Asia—
with its background of everlasting hills, beneath a turquoise sky, carrying
one’s mind back down the centuries, when St. Paul himself preached there,
and delivered the message to the churches.
Smyrna is the key of Asia Minor, and Anatolia is as large as France.
After our luggage had been inspected, we, after some altercation with the
drivers of various vehicles, were driven to our hotel, and, after divesting
ourselves of our travelling attire, we descended to the table-d’-hôte, where
dinner was served à la Russe. We noted the many little dishes filled, one for
each guest, with black and green olives, and fresh beady-looking black
caviare, the roe of the sturgeon, indigenous to the Black Sea.
It was a truly cosmopolitan company which sat down to dine—so many
nationalities being represented—for Smyrna to-day is a very large and
important city of the near east.
The caravans leave here for the desert with all sorts of merchandise, and
they bring ivory, spices, and precious stones in return. The culture of silk is
carried on to an enormous extent, and the figs are of an immense size. We
watched, the day after our arrival, the loading of the camels for the desert.
Some looked well, others as though they would not reach the end of the
journey. Smyrna is the rendezvous of every eastern merchant. The
Armenians being good linguists, they conduct the bulk of the business for
the Turks, and are tutors in wealthy households.
The Angora goats and the Asiatic sheep—with tremendous tails,
weighing ten and fifteen pounds—flourish here in great numbers. We drove
to the Church of St. John some miles away. The scenery was truly
magnificent, and we felt that Turkey possessed the garden of the gods. We
passed pretty villas, buried in a wealth of magnolia trees, but the cypress
trees predominate, and the mulberry is very plentiful. We visited the church,
but were very much disappointed, the pictures being very tawdry and
common.
We also visited the ruins at Ephesus, to which we went by a slow train.
Frequent earthquakes have laid everything in magnificent ruin—remains of
ampitheatres, temples, aqueducts, are all levelled to the ground. Most of the
houses are built of wood which give in seismic shocks, but the facades are
of marble.
The Hamals are wonderfully strong, short but active men, and carry
immense loads upon their backs, the veins in their legs looking like ropes.
These are all Armenians and are trained from infancy.
We visited the Bazaar and the Turkish quarter, but were glad to escape
the dust and the quaint species of humanity.
It may not be uninteresting reading now that the papers are filled with
news of the war between the allies and Turkey, if I recall one of the
pleasantest and most exciting days I ever spent during my sojourn in the
Ottoman Empire. I would first of all remark, that Turkey occupies the most
beautiful portion of Europe. The soil, being so volcanic, produces a wealth
of luxurious fruits, especially grapes and figs; but the Turkish Government,
as well as the Turks themselves, being naturally indolent, never think of
cultivating the soil as they might. Therefore, there is more poverty among
them, through their laxity, than wealth.
The part of Turkey in which I happened to have recently arrived was the
lovely island of Lesbos, the birthplace of Sappho, and with very mixed
feelings have I stood on the very spot on the road to Polyknito, where that
impulsive maid so long ago threw herself from that Leucadian steep into the
blue waters beneath. Of recent years, a young lady I knew, threw herself
from the same spot and perished—a victim of unrequited love.
Well, two or three Greek girl friends and myself made up our minds to
have a real good day’s outing, so, packing our luncheon baskets, we were
off before sunrise, as, living some distance from the town of Mitylene, we
had a long walk in front of us. We started in high spirits, and were nearing
the town when I heard what, to my unsophisticated ears, was a most
peculiar awe-inspiring sound. I found it was produced by the Hozahs at
sunrise, calling from the minarets of the mosques, the faithful to prayer.
And Turks they may be, but, they shame us by their devotions, which all the
jeers in the world would never prevent.
We toiled along up the hill towards the Konah, the kiosk, being near by
the Governor’s residence, and at the top we stood admiring the sunrise over
the hills of Anatolia, in Asia Minor; and the view right along to the heights
of Smyrna in the distance was superb. Every inch of this part of eastern
Europe is teeming with historical interest. We walked along past the Turkish
graveyard, the tombs of which are all surmounted with turbans beautifully
sculptured, giving in the dusk a most weird appearance, as though human
beings stood there on guard.
At length we arrived at the Loutra, as it is called. The thermal water is
conducted underground from the hot springs. We entered a small garden
enclosed by a wall; then we were ushered into a room containing dozens of
small cupboard-like compartments, scrupulously clean. Our entrance fee
was five piasters, or tenpence in English money. We were each supplied
with clean towels. Then I, at least, went timorously towards the apartment
where the first portion of our ablutions were to be carried out. An attendant
came forward to receive us. The first apartment was very warm, and we
remained there until the perspiration began to trickle down on to our towels
which we secured round our waists. Then came the ordeal.
On entering the “chamber of horrors” (I thought at first) I could scarcely
breathe, the air was so hot, and then I noticed that the floor in this dome-
shaped chamber sloped towards the middle. Suddenly several taps were
turned on, gently at first, and the attendant smeared us all over the top part
of our bodies with Fuller’s earth, after which, the taps were turned on full
speed, and we raced round that room while the attendants pursued us, and
smacked us soundly in turn. We slid around on the marble floor, but kept
losing our footing. Our faces were scarlet, and oh! the dirt that came from
the pores of our skin. And we had thought we were clean! Well, the
smacking process went on; the water seemed hotter than ever, and at last we
were allowed into the cooler chamber, as we were feeling exhausted. The
attendant was a Turkish woman, but spoke Greek sufficiently to make
herself understood. I have often thought since she was an unusually active
person for a Turkish woman.
Then we went back to the dressing rooms again, and after we had rested
on one of the numerous divans for half-an-hour, we went into the garden
and eat our dejeuner with gusto, we were so hungry and so delightfully
tired; and we chatted and watched the groups of well-to-do people enjoying
themselves—the Turkish children, in particular, with dozens upon dozens of
small plaits adorning their heads, which are often not undone for months.
At 4 o’clock small cups of muddy, but delicious mocha were brought us,
and then we regretfully departed for our tramp home after a very pleasant
day, almost too fatigued to talk. So ended my first day in a Turkish bath, for
it needs the whole day to recuperate after the trying but pleasing experience.
Our website is not just a platform for buying books, but a bridge
connecting readers to the timeless values of culture and wisdom. With
an elegant, user-friendly interface and an intelligent search system,
we are committed to providing a quick and convenient shopping
experience. Additionally, our special promotions and home delivery
services ensure that you save time and fully enjoy the joy of reading.
ebookmass.com