Witch
Hunt
Thomas Jacob
In 1989, Dominick
LaCapra, History Professor at
Luckily
enough, the time has come to put LaCapra’s methods to the test. By an
incredible stroke of luck (and some scientific ingenuity), today’s top
physicists have discovered a way to project oneself into the past. Yes! Time
travel! What better way to christen this glorious new breakthrough than by
proving Dominick LaCapra’s point that transference is indeed the most
fundamental method of studying history?
LaCapra
had always been fascinated with the witch trials of
LaCapra
decided that it was time to prove his theory of psychoanalytic history. He made
the long trek to
As
LaCapra boarded the vessel (a tall and slender machine, comparative to a small
rocket ship or very large telephone booth, warped slightly), he began to ponder
the consequences and possible of effects of his venture. If he were able to
prove his theory correct, history would almost surely have to be rewritten from
the ground up. With the ability to observe a historical subject’s culture,
society, political framework, and consciousness, much less in the subject’s
natural habitat, all other interpretive history would be rendered suddenly
obsolete. LaCapra thought of Sigmund Freud, one of his mentors, and what he had
said regarding psychoanalysis:
“It
may thus be said that the theory of psycho-analysis is an attempt to account
for two striking and unexpected facts of observation which emerge whenever an
attempt is made to trace the symptoms of a neurotic back to their sources in
past life: the facts of transference and resistance.”[1]
For
LaCapra, it wasn’t quite enough to know the facts (themselves open to
interpretation and discussion) associated with a history. What made history
important and, indeed, interesting, were the personal reasons behind what happened
in the past. Some critics are convinced that everything is politically
motivated, while others believe that fate is pre-determined, completely
negating any influence of one’s own thoughts and actions. Yet LaCapra insisted
that it was this personal context that gave great stories weight. The
transference between two individuals, psychiatrist and patient, is a universal
phenomenon and the axis upon which history turns.
It
would be useless to describe the sensation LaCapra felt as he was whisked back in
time a few hundred years, as words have not been invented to accurately
describe what one feels as they transcend scientific logic. But this story is
not focused on the act of time travel but instead the far-reaching effects of
its institution.
LaCapra
found himself in the heart of
LaCapra
wandered around town eloquently and quietly to avoid attention. He headed in
the direction of the only place he knew he’d fine convicted witches: the city
jail. As he walked along the cobblestone path and breathed in the delicious
LaCapra
was convinced that his immersion into the culture of late 17th
century Salem was necessary to understand his won theory of psychoanalysis; his
adventure, then, contained a juxtaposition of two seemingly unrelated fields
(anthropology and psychoanalysis) to reach a common goal: to discover the most
fundamental form of historical discourse.
Back to the story.
LaCapra
entered the town jail. The day was getting late, and the streets and shops were
strangely and uncomfortably devoid of life. The jail was a small, ramshackle
building removed slightly from the town center. Yet here LaCapra finally found
some life in the sleepy town. The various inmates looked upon LaCapra with
faint amusement and interest. Some jeered, others balked, and still others
recoiled into the recesses of their cells. Any mystery person parading around
the jail was cause for alarm.
“Who
here has been accused of witchcraft?” LaCapra stated openly and firmly. The
various persons were silent. LaCapra hesitated. Then, in the back corner, a
lone woman raised her hand. LaCapra sauntered over to her cell as the other
inmates went back to minding their own businesses.
LaCapra
stood outside the cell bars and gazed at the woman inside. Her hair was long,
grey, and stringy; the cloak she wore was ragged, torn, and much too big; and
her face was plastered with warts, moles, and various sundry blemishes.
“I’d
like to talk to you about your life,” said LaCapra.
* * * * *
LaCapra
returned to present day
Ethical
considerations aside, LaCapra unflinchingly proved his theory. His
understanding of the witch trials of