If You Burn Witches, You’ll Feel Really Stupid When The Hysteria Dies Down (And You’ll Never Get That Smell Out Of Your Clothes)

Do you ever wonder how people felt after the witch hunt frenzy had passed? I mean, it must have been awkward passing on the street the relatives of those you have burned at the stake. Why, just imagine looking for a seat in church and the only pew with an open spot is next to the parents of the young girl who died screaming in terror and pain because of your misplaced zeal. And the only reason that spot is open is because their daughter is dead. Worse yet, the smell of burnt wood and her burnt flesh still clings to your coat. What a horrible reminder that must be.

But hey, these things happen. People get carried away sometimes, right? You really can’t blame the individual, can you? Rather than taking the blame upon oneself, it is SO much easier to blame it on society and forces beyond anyone’s control and never give it a second thought.

If you were part of the madness that had sent little girls and grandmothers to the stake, you’re likely to rationalize rather than take responsibility for the harm you’ve caused. It’s must be really rough to accept that degree of guilt upon your shoulders. It would positively change your life, and up until now you’ve led a pretty privileged life.