In 1894 Captain Alfred Dreyfus was arrested, tried and found guilty of high treason against his country for revealing top secret information to one of the officials in the German embassy. The only evidence to prove his guilt were some letters containing a handwriting similar to his that had been intercepted by a member of the Intelligence Bureau of the French General Staff. At the trial it was declared that this evidence was nil, and there was no proof of guilt on his part whatsoever. As this were not enough to convict him, several officials forged documents to prove his guilt. Dreyfus himself was completely innocent of every charge made against him, having a spotless record as a man devoted to his country, the army, and his family. Regardless of this, he was sentenced to life imprisonment. The sentence of treason is the single most awful -in its truest since- crime for a soldier to commit against the country he has given his life to, and Dreyfus was no exception to this. The mental agony he went through was far worse than any physical suffering he experienced.
After several months of close confinement, Dreyfus was sent to Devil’s Island (a former leper colony) off of the French Guiana. Where he lived for the next five years. As Dreyfus was the only Jew on staff, there was considerable prejudice against him, and what he went through on the island was much more than the meanest criminal should have undergone. He describes in detail the rigorousness of his captivity reaching its climax when he was kept within the boundaries of the tall fence, built closely around his hut/cell during the intense heat of the day, and chained to the bed at night, all the while watched every moment by a guard with a gun pointed at his head.
All throughout his five years of imprisonment the only thing that kept him alive was the thought of his duty to his wife and two children, and his name. His wife, Lucie, with many others, worked hard to clear his name, writing him constantly (though for the most part, they did not arrive for two or three months after having sent them due to censorship). The letters are filled with her love and admiration for him, her immense pain at his suffering, and the courage of a very brave woman. Shortly after the arrest she wrote to her husband saying, “...Our fortunes, our lives, all shall be devoted to seeking the guilty one. We shall find them; it must be done... We shall make of your son a man like yourself; I could not chose a better example.” These letters indeed were the only thing that kept his sanity and prevented himself from giving up the hope and will to live. This and the knowledge of his duty. For, if he forsook this duty, he would die with the name of a traitor, a name which his children would have to carry on, knowing that the real perpetrator of the crime was still free to work his treason. However, this is where I think one of his greatest faults lay.
Duty is one of the highest quality traits we can aspire to. Webster describes it as: “That which a person owes to another; that which a person is bound, by any natural, moral or legal obligation, to pay, do or perform. Obedience to princes, magistrates and the laws is the duty of every citizen and subject; obedience, respect and kindness to parents are duties of children; fidelity to friends is a duty; reverence, obedience and prayer to God are indispensable duties...” But, Dreyfus, as an unbelieving Jew, made Duty his god. In 1898 he wrote to his wife, “But above everything else rises the worship of Honor... Oppression and injustice arises from causes outside ourselves - beyond our control. But our Honor is our own...”
Never once does he mention it as God’s will, but rather some unaccountable and accidental fate of life that would end in his deliverance. Dreyfus had incredible courage and faith, but faith in man’s own perseverance rather than God’s power. It makes one wonder what the outcome would have been if his faith and trust had been in God. Actually, we have already seen the outcome in many cases of Christians who were held in concentration camps during WWII and put through the most severe extremities. The ones who never doubted Christ to the end not only helped themselves, but were instruments in leading hundreds of other to a saving knowledge of Him, including many of the agents of torture. People like Corrie Ten-Boom and her family. However, for poor Dreyfus, this was not the case.
Eventually, after five years of this barbarous treatment, he was pardoned, though he continued to fight for his vindication of name. In 1906 Dreyfus was fully exonerated and received the Croix de Guerre and the Légion d'honneur. Nevertheless, it is hard to repay all the sufferings he and his family went though.
I would most definitely recommend this book as one that should be read as an example of a man to be looked up to, with exceptional courage, not giving in when it seemed that all were against him. Whatever trials or hardships we may go through, there is always someone who has been through much more than us. It is not often that a innocent man finds himself the complete hatred and contempt of the country he so dearly loved and was devoted too. Lastly, though Alfred Dreyfus was not a christian, we can use the example he set for us, as a man who’s name has gone down as that of fortitude, having “courage in pain or adversity,” taking it a step further with God’s grace. A very powerful and moving book.