The Aura of Evil
October 24, 2002
At last the sniper killers seem to have been
caught. If so, they can thank themselves for having given the police one
clue too many by directing their attention to an earlier crime in Alabama.
If they are tried and
convicted in Maryland, they may face stern justice indeed: life behind
bars, free room and board, all expenses paid by the taxpayer, including the
monthly fee for cable television.
What drove the pair to
these ghastly crimes? When it was assumed that only one man was
committing them, he was often called a psycho or
madman. These words were meant more as insults than
diagnoses; in our age everyone is an amateur psychiatrist, and even when
we mean to curse each other we impulsively reach for the language of
abnormal psychology.
But that language, to
the extent that it means anything at all, seems inappropriate when applied
to partners in crime. How likely is it that two people should suffer from
the same derangement? Why assume they share some mental illness?
Doesnt that really exculpate them by implying they couldnt
help what they did? Shall we offer them an insanity defense?
When John Hinckley
shot Ronald Reagan, youll recall, he was consigned to a mental
institution rather than a prison because the court ruled that the state bore
the burden of proving not only that he had done the deed, but that he was
sane when he did it. Since Hinckley had stalked the president by way of
courting Jodie Foster, this proved a tall order.
Still, Hinckley knew
what he was doing. He was sane enough to plan and execute an act he fully
understood would be condemned by society, and he managed to penetrate
the heavy defenses that surround the most important man in the United
States. And he got the notoriety he wanted, if not the girl.
Likewise the sniper killers got their notoriety. Their crimes
have won publicity around the world. Theyve no doubt enjoyed the
dark glamour of the mysterious, cop-taunting serial killer, the aura of
Jack the Ripper. Like Jack, they struck with terrifying unpredictability,
creating the kind of fear once inspired by the diabolical and seeming
invulnerable to detection and capture. They too awakened primitive fears
of an omnipotent evil around us.
Jack was never caught,
as far as we know, and his preternatural aura endures to this day.
Its almost as if hes still at large in the shadows of London.
He may have claimed as few as five victims, but his legend is immortal,
because he got away with his crimes.
Had he been captured,
his aura would have evaporated and he would have been forgotten fairly
soon. He would have been seen for what he no doubt was a
miserable little man with an odd grudge against prostitutes, of no
particular interest, and certainly no criminal genius. The mistakes that
led to his arrest would have underlined his mortal fallibility. A month
after his apprehension, Londoners would have been yawning and wondering
what all the fuss was about. And by the way, he would have been hanged.
Now, we can assume,
the sniper killers will be out of the shadows and into the spotlight. Their
aura of evil will vanish as we see them in their true dimensions. The petty
details of their lives, as they emerge, will make them appear not
mysterious, but humdrum and contemptible. And not even very intelligent
or skilled at their grisly work. Professional snipers have already
expressed disdain for their marksmanship. Hannah Arendts apt but
overused phrase the banality of evil will be endlessly
repeated in the days ahead.
In short, this will
probably turn out to be a rather disappointing pair of villains. The great
villains of crime fiction are thrilling, larger than life, like Professor
Moriarty, Dr. No, or Hannibal Lecter. Often they possess a scientific genius
that could have made them millionaires had they gone straight; but they
are supermen who despise bourgeois success. We cant help feeling
a furtive admiration for them, even as we shudder and root for Sherlock
Holmes, James Bond, or egad! Jodie Foster to foil them.
But in this case we are
almost sure to discover that weve been terrorized for weeks by a
pair of losers, whose only talent was for deadly cheap shots, and whose
lives would have remained merely sad and obscure if they hadnt
turned to thrill-killing. Lets hold the depth psychology.
Joseph Sobran
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