It is a phenomenon as old as the world itself. The Vikings knew it, which is why all their myths coalesce around Ragnarök, the last battle in which the gods would be vanquished and the world broken. The Hindus knew it, and they awaited Shiva to destroy the world in order for another to be forged in its place. The Greeks however, could not foresee the end of the usurping Olympians, though they were happy to dethrone them, desecrate their temples and trample over their statues and built triumphant new edifices proclaiming their adherence to a new set of beliefs.
Yet it was not us who invented iconoclasm, the action of attacking or assertively rejecting cherished beliefs and institutions or hallowed personages. The archetypal iconoclast can be found in the arch-heretic pharaoh Akhenaten of Egypt who had the temerity to reject the anthropomorphic gods of the Thebaid, only to worship the sun-disk as sole deity. To this end he caused his officials to carve or scratch out all references to the old gods on the temples and public buildings of his land.
The Jews of old too were iconoclastic and this was a Divine imperative. In Numbers 33:52 God commanded that they “drive out all the inhabitants of the land from before you, destroy all their engraved stones, destroy all their moulded images, and demolish all their high places.”
Some Orthodox icons proudly depict the smashing of ancient statues. Some statues still survive of the goddess Aphrodite, rendered suitably harmless by the large cross carved on her forehead. Yet for all that, ancient statues, particularly the good ones, were revered in Byzantium, repurposed as works of art. According to the Patria of Constantinople, the statue of Aphrodite outside the brothels reputedly set up by Constantine the Great in Constantinople was used as a touchstone for chaste women and virgins who were under suspicion. Those whose chastity were under question would be made to approach the statue. If they were chaste, they would pass by unharmed. However, if the opposite was true, a “sudden apparition would confuse her and reluctantly and against her will, as soon as she approached…and lifting her dress in front of all, she would show her genitals before all.” Onward Christian Soldiers indeed…
When it came to Byzantium, iconoclasm arose out of feelings of insecurity and vulnerability. The adherents of aniconic Islam had swept into the traditional Byzantine territories of the East and were making conquest after conquest. This caused many to reflect upon the perceived shortcomings of their own society, ascribing Byzantine losses not to it being significantly weakened by incessant prior wars against external enemies, internal strife, and a lack of manpower (that would have been too complicated) but instead to the Byzantines veneration of icons. Perhaps the only way forward was to smash, deface or destroy the scapegoats of one’s shortcomings.
Of course it didn’t work. One hundred or so years later, the icons returned and they have been with us ever since, in unaltered form, standing silent vigil during that time, as our people lost the known world, remained in darkness, and then, in 1821, forged their world anew. Along the way, they found new icons, whose likenesses, in the form of statues, busts and pictures, adorn classrooms, kafeneia, public squares and textbooks. Kolokotronis, Papaflessas, Athanasios Diakos, Georgios Karaiskakis were and remain the new icons: impenetrable, unassailable, completely unsurpassable. Until now that is.
Recently, the pedestal of the statue of Theodoros Kolokotronis, the so-called “Old man of Morea” outside of the Old Greek Parliament was defaced with graffiti. The slogans spray-painted upon it in livid red angrily proclaimed: “Dead Men Cannot Rape,” and “Queer Rage.” Cries of shock and shame immediately emanated from all quarters. How dare they? How ungrateful! How indicative of the decline of a society which far from progressing is turning upon itself to consume itself!
In Victoria, Marty Sheargold was recently cancelled for permitting himself to perform a similar form of iconoclastic blasphemy against the Australian women's national football team. His transgression was flippant and in poor taste and the reaction it provoked indicates how deeply people feel the need to idolise their betters and just how beyond reproach or indeed critical analysis they want them to be. Kolokotronis and his like are no different. They occupy a plane above the reach of mere mortals. Their achievements are superhuman, so their moral virtues must also touch the Divine, lest or whole belief system come crashing down on our heads.
We know for instance that Kolokotronis could be rather blunt when in search of funds. In 1822, he wrote to Ignatios, Metropolitan of Ungro-Wallachia, a man who selflessly and single-mindedly devoted his life to raising money from Greeks Abroad, in order to fund the Greek Revolution, seeking money to repair the fortress of Nauplion. He wrote: “You're to send it to me without fail. If you don't, I'll be at war with you, war without mercy, war without end, and I'll leave it to be carried on by my descendants." So much for friendly camaraderie.
In 1823, when Alexandros Mavrokordatos was elected head of the Legislative Body at the Assembly of Epidauros, the Bishop of Arta was sent to Kolokotronis to break the news. As he sang the praises of Mavrokordatos, Kolokotronis drew his yataghan and started waving it in his face. The horrified bishop protested that the whole Legislative Body would have no choice but to leave the Peloponnese if threats like this continued. Soon after, they did so. Soon after, Kolokotronis as Vice-President of the Executive summoned Alexander Mavrocordatos, and told him that unless he resigned his office at once he would mount him backwards on a donkey and have him chased out of the Peloponnese with whips. Mavrokordatos, the only man in Greece who at the time wore a European frock-coat and thick rimless spectacles, a polymath and speaker of eight languages, resigned in the face of this intimidation, proving that democracy is all well and good, but being a warlord who governs by fiat, was far more persuasive.
This man was a staunch fighter for freedom. He was also a sworn enemy of whoever harmed his interests, no matter where he was from or what beliefs he espoused. Under his leadership, the massacre of Tripolitsa took place, where innocent Muslim and Jewish civilians were massacred and raped, despite promises of protection and safe conduct. Perhaps this is what the aggrieved iconoclasts are seeking to draw our attention to, with their defacement of public property.
It is a debate worth having. In his own memoirs, Kolokotronis records how sicked he was by the massacre committed by the troops under his command: "Inside the town they had begun to massacre. ... I rushed to the place ... If you wish to hurt these Albanians, I cried, "kill me rather; for, while I am a living man, whoever first makes the attempt, him will I kill the first." ... I was faithful to my word of honour ... Tripolitsa was three miles in circumference. The [Greek] host which entered it, cut down and were slaying men, women, and children from Friday till Sunday. Thirty-two thousand were reported to have been slain. One Hydriote [boasted that he had] killed ninety. About a hundred Greeks were killed; but the end came [thus]: a proclamation was issued that the slaughter must cease. ... When I entered Tripolitsa, they showed me a plane tree in the market-place where the Greeks had always been hanged. I sighed. "Alas!" I said, "how many of my own clan – of my own race – have been hanged there!" And I ordered it to be cut down. I felt some consolation then from the slaughter of the Turks. ... [Before the fall] we had formed a plan of proposing to the Turks that they should deliver Tripolitsa into our hands, and that we should, in that case, send persons into it to gather the spoils together, which were then to be apportioned and divided among the different districts for the benefit of the nation; but who would listen?"
It is not at all clear whether Kolokotronis participated in the massacre. It is likely that, as he candidly states in his memoirs, that he did not, but allowed his troops to run riot, as this was the ordinary practice during the warfare of the age. Similarly, one can assume that we would have been mystified by the moral outrage that actions of this nature would cause in the present time.
Do we do wrong, if we take down the icons of those we revere once in a while, give them a good dusting, and after the cobwebs are clear and scrutinise them anew, debate whether they are still worthy of veneration? Do we do wrong, if in accordance with Queer Theory, we seek to analyse the manner in which Kolokotronis’ deeds and character is portrayed as establishing a set of gender norms? Certainly not. Today’s heroes are tomorrow’s enemies of the people, as the ostracisers of ancient Athens knew and civilisations will discard heroes they no longer have use for and replace them with others, despite our conviction that immortality can be purchased through word or song or deed. For those who need to worship still, no amount of historical research, interrogation and conversation will convince them of their idols’ defenestration. For their brethren, who prefer a more nuanced and spherical view, continued debate and research can only serve to flesh out a more complete picture of a personality, which was just that, a human being, albeit an outstanding one, with all his foibles and accomplishments.
The slogans on the statue of Kokokotronis are suggestive of an absence of such a process of dialogue: when one departs from the realm of hagiography only to embrace daemonography. And while these questions are worth discussing over a glass of something pungent, after a particularly heavy dinner in congenial company, a single plea becomes pertinent: Please be gentle.
DEAN KALIMNIOU
kalymnios@hotmail.com
First published in NKEE on Saturday 22 March 2025