I have been reading Caesar's Women, the fourth novel in Colleen McCullough's magnificent series on ancient Rome, and in this book there was a sub-plot in one chapter regarding a Roman man, apparently based on an actual historical personage and incident, who is abducted while off on a campaign in the Near East, and circumcised against his will by his Arab captors.
This Roman makes his way home but is so deeply ashamed of being circumcised that he decides he will never again be able to bathe publicly and will have to be very careful when using the city lavatories lest this humiliating defect be discovered. So deeply ran his shame that he even resolves that he will never be able to wed and reveal his disfigurement to his wife, and never again be able to have sexual relations with any woman except perhaps one acquired for money, who would not see his face in a darkened bedchamber.
All this because in ancient Rome of 2100 years ago, circumcision was utterly reviled among the citizenry. I couldn't help but contrast that with our own society and how so often as an intactivist I'll hear that decrepit old line about "oh, everyone will make fun of him if he DOESN'T get circumcised."
Not that I'm saying a man victimized by circumcision should feel shame over his bodily state or that I support the severe ancient Roman view on the subject, but it just goes to show you how one extreme view can be exchanged for another. What is the norm in one place marks one as an outcast someplace else.
History is life's master teacher, and it makes for some interesting revelations.
PS By the way, this ancient Roman, Clodius, his name, did eventually find true love and acceptance with a woman in whom he confided his "injured state" and who looked past it because of her feelings for him.
This Roman makes his way home but is so deeply ashamed of being circumcised that he decides he will never again be able to bathe publicly and will have to be very careful when using the city lavatories lest this humiliating defect be discovered. So deeply ran his shame that he even resolves that he will never be able to wed and reveal his disfigurement to his wife, and never again be able to have sexual relations with any woman except perhaps one acquired for money, who would not see his face in a darkened bedchamber.
All this because in ancient Rome of 2100 years ago, circumcision was utterly reviled among the citizenry. I couldn't help but contrast that with our own society and how so often as an intactivist I'll hear that decrepit old line about "oh, everyone will make fun of him if he DOESN'T get circumcised."
Not that I'm saying a man victimized by circumcision should feel shame over his bodily state or that I support the severe ancient Roman view on the subject, but it just goes to show you how one extreme view can be exchanged for another. What is the norm in one place marks one as an outcast someplace else.
History is life's master teacher, and it makes for some interesting revelations.
PS By the way, this ancient Roman, Clodius, his name, did eventually find true love and acceptance with a woman in whom he confided his "injured state" and who looked past it because of her feelings for him.







