I wrote a lengthy review only to have the computer crash. I'll add a review later after I try to re-create it.---July 19, 2017
Okay, I couldn't re-create exactly what I wrote before, so hopefully the following review will suffice:
325 years ago, on July 19, 1692 my ancestor, Susannah North Martin, was executed by hanging as a condemned prisoner in the Salem Witch Trials. I am a 10th generation descendant, she, being my 8th great grandmother.
A month ago, we traveled to New England as a family and spent some time visiting Salem Town, specifically viewing the Salem Witch Trials Memorial. This memorial was established to pay tribute to the men and women who were killed as a result of the witch hunt hysteria, which plagued this region back in the late 1600's.
Seeking religious tolerance and freedom, these Puritan zealots left England and immigrated to the American colonies. Unfortunately, their intolerance and ignorance, fear and superstition, hampered, within their own communities, the very thing they were seeking to obtain. I have often wondered what the motivations were behind the accusers in the witch trials. Power? Personal economic gains? Jealousy? Another question I have is why the magistrates allowed the young women who convulsed and feigned seizures and made such outlandish claims about the accused to gain so much power? To what end were these illogical, and laughable abominations allowed? People who perjured themselves, naming other innocent members in the community as witches, to save themselves attributed to the frenzy. The testimony from “expert” witnesses stands as additional proof of the lunacy perpetuated because of ignorance, fear and superstition. These judges, doctors, citizens, religious leaders, and jury members are no more guiltless as those they condemned were guilty.
Heather B. Moore, (hello cousin), creates the backstory of Susannah North and George Martin, their lives in Salisbury, their courtship, giving these people personalities, emotions, weaknesses, strengths, and passions. Drawing upon historical records, Moore is able to interweave the factual data with the conditions of the times to create a plausible background in which these real people lived. Without imposing her personal bias, or point of view, Moore masterfully tells the story, again quoting the actual historic accounts of the imprisonment, treatment, and trials of Susannah and her cellmates. From the actual records, one can see man’s inhumanity to man especially when one contemplates the deplorable cruelty of imprisoning the newborn babe, Mercy and her four-year-old sister, Dorothy. Ironically, it is those who are free: those who are doing the accusing, those who are flailing about in hysterics, perjuring themselves, stealing the food, blankets, or other provisions paid for by the prisoners’ families for their loved ones in jail, who are doing the work of “the devil.”
Sadly, the events that occurred during this time period, amongst this group of people, isn’t the only time people have been wrongfully accused and condemned. Lest we forget, we, as a people, need to check ourselves and our reactions to circumstances in our current day, striving to uphold the rights and freedoms essential in ours and in all of God’s children’s lives. Civility, kindness, graciousness, and temperance are just as needed today in our interactions with others as they have ever been. I appreciate Moore’s putting into story form these real events from our history, and specifically to bring to life, in a very real sense, my 8th Great Grandmother.