Robinson

I’m re-reading Robinson Crusoe at the moment, and really enjoying it.

It’s surprisingly progressive for 1719.  I’m at the part where the cannibals first appear on the island, and at first Robinson is indignant and and plots ways to massacre them for their sinful ways.  Eventually, though, he concludes:

But now, when, as I have said, I began to be weary of the fruitless excursion which I had made so long and so far every morning in vain, so my opinion of the action itself began to alter; and I began, with cooler and calmer thoughts, to consider what I was going to engage in; what authority or call I had to pretend to be judge and executioner upon these men as criminals, whom Heaven had thought fit for so many ages to suffer unpunished to go on, and to be as it were the executioners of His judgments one upon another; how far these people were offenders against me, and what right I had to engage in the quarrel of that blood which they shed promiscuously upon one another.  I debated this very often with myself thus: “How do I know what God Himself judges in this particular case?  It is certain these people do not commit this as a crime; it is not against their own consciences reproving, or their light reproaching them; they do not know it to be an offence, and then commit it in defiance of divine justice, as we do in almost all the sins we commit.  They think it no more a crime to kill a captive taken in war than we do to kill an ox; or to eat human flesh than we do to eat mutton.”

When I considered this a little, it followed necessarily that I was certainly in the wrong; that these people were not murderers, in the sense that I had before condemned them in my thoughts…

In Star Trek terms, he decides to abide by the Prime Directive.

You can get a free copy from Project Gutenberg, HERE.

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