| Disillusioned with the fear that a great evil, Communism, had descended
upon America to consume their way of life, their culture and their politics,
the American public for much of the McCarthy era was its own victim. They
became so involved with this ‘threat” that many other problems life starvation
and poverty were ignored. The Americans thought they knew the Communists,
that the Red Scare was something that they had acquainted with in the war,
but gravely mistaken, they become easily taken in by the lies and propaganda
spread by McCarthy and his muezzins. They were of course motivated by a
crusade against that which had come to attack their lives, and for three
generations people isolated those who had been summoned before the Committee,
worsening awareness. However, they slowly begin to realise that what they
had challenged had mutated into a monstrosity too late to amend. Thousands
of their fellow Americans had suffered at the hands of a heretic and his
Committee, power could not be wrested from these people. The damage was
already done. |
Reverend John Hale is to be pitied, not hated. His has a tragic
flaw within his character that ultimately leads to the most terrible fate
a minister could suffer. He is a self-claimed intellectual, spending so
much time with his head in the clouds the real world of human emotion and
trickery become unreal to him. He know much about witchcraft, yet little
about the people it is concerned with, and thus is misled to believe that
he knows the truth of the situation when he is being deceived by a small
band of girls. He is excited at the prospect of being” called upon to face
what may be a bloody fight with the Fiend himself”, and this only adds
oil to the fire. His fault lies in that he is the fool who thinks he is
a genius, the fool who meddles with a bomb in Salem which explodes instantly.
This results in his demise: he becomes completely crushed to discover that
he, as “a minister of the light, has come to do the Devil’s work. I come
to counsel Chirstians they should believe themselves. There is blood on
my head! There is blood on my head!” The irony of it all is that what he
started becomes too big for him to stop, and he can only bear witness to
his deeds. |