Rome's Last Citizen : The Life and Legacy of Cato, Mortal Enemy of Caesar
Rome's Last Citizen : The Life and Legacy of Cato, Mortal Enemy of Caesar
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Author(s): Goodman, Rob
ISBN No.: 9780312681234
Pages: 384
Year: 201211
Format: Trade Cloth (Hard Cover)
Price: $ 36.91
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1 WAR GAMES The first time we see boy Cato, in the account of his great biographer Plutarch, he is being hung by his feet from a high window. He is four years old and already an orphan; it is the year 91. The man dangling and shaking him out over the ground, intermittently threatening to drop him, is a stranger. He is Pompaedius Silo, an Italian politician visiting from out of town, a friend of Cato's uncle and guardian. He is in Rome to plead once more for citizenship for the towns of Italy, Rome's "allies." Pompaedius was evidently the kind of single-minded reformer who couldn't let the cause go even when playing with children. He'd asked the boys of the house, with a smile, "Come, beg your uncle to help us in our struggle." Though they barely understood the request, all of them, even Cato's half brother, had nodded yes.


Cato had only stared. There came another request for help, then a joke, then the guest's dropped smile, then threats, and still the angry stare from this four-year-old boy either dumb or self-possessed beyond his years, until he was shaken and dangled out the windowwithout a scream, without a cry for help, yielding just that same unblinking stare. After Pompaedius gave up and set the boy back on his feet, he was overheard to say, "How lucky for Italy that he is a boy; if he were a man, I don't think we could get a single vote." * * * It is the kind of perfect story that could only come from a culture that didn't believe in childhood. The truth is that we know precious little about the boy Cato, or the boy Caesar, or the boy Cicero. Most of the details of their childhoods, or any Roman childhood, were considered too trivial to remember. And when their stories do come down to uslike the story of Cato and the window, told by Plutarch about a hundred years after the factthey are the stories of little adults. We talk about "formative" years, but in childhood stories like this one, it is as if the Romans were born fully formed.


Whether or not there was an authentic incident of a houseguest, a political controversy, and a children's game turned violent, this is, at the very least, a projection back into boyhood of all the indelible qualities of the grown Cato: stubbornness (or obstinacy); fearlessness (or foolhardiness); traditionalist politics (or reactionary politics). The story shows Cato grabbed by an overwhelming force, facing death, and evincing utter calm in the face of it. It shows him proving so unshakable that the force, while remaining every bit as overwhelming, recognizes that it has suffered some kind of moral defeat. Plutarch was a deliberate artist: He started Cato's life with a typology of his death. What else do we know of Cato's beginnings? We know he was born in 95 to his mother Livia Drusa and father Marcus Cato, a senator of whom little record survives. The conventions of Roman childhood and parenting are well understood in outline, though we know little unique to Cato. If the first moments of his life were at all typical, the screaming newborn Cato was placed at the feet of his father. His father raised him from the ground, held him close, inspected him for signs of strength and healtha tender gesture, but one that held the power of life and death.


His father's nod made him a citizen and a son; rejected on the ground, he would have been marked a bastard and left to die. Several days' wait, and he was given the name of his family's men for at least six generations: Marcus. Then came a series of rituals. The house was swept to rid it of evil spirits. A lucky golden locket was placed around the newborn's neck. His future was divined in the flight of birds and the entrails of sacrificed animals. All this signaled Cato's entrance into his father's household and family line. Above all, of course, we know that Cato survived his earliest daysno small feat in a culture that tested the toughness of newborns by exposing them to the elements, bathing them in ice water, and kneading the weakness out of their soft muscles.


That there was not much weakness in Cato can be inferred from the simple fact that he lived. * * * Whether or not an enraged houseguest nearly defenestrated the boy Cato, what is indisputably true is the grievance the guest came to Rome to press. Italy hadn't always paid tribute to Rome: Its independence had been worn down over centuries of war. Even where Rome's authority was acknowledged, it was hardly welcomed. When Hannibal had marched over the Alps in 218, intent on conquering Rome, half of Italy had sided with him; when he was driven out, Rome punished the traitor cities severely, destroying some outright. And yet, as Rome built an overseas empire, Italian soldiers shared the burden, manning up to two-thirds of the Roman army; Italian sons died alongside Romans to secure Sicily and Carthage and Greece. Romans and Italians were interchangeable to the conquered, indistinguishable Romaioi . Yet the spoils went overwhelmingly to the Roman capital, and Italians were denied the vote, even as they paid men and money into the Roman machine.


The Italian question had vexed Roman politics for generations, and it was a central theme in the brief careers of Rome's greatest radicals, the brothers Tiberius and Gaius Gracchus. Their failure is often considered the beginning of the Republic's slow end. The oldest son of an old family, already decorated in war, Tiberius Gracchus is said to have conceived his political platform while on the march. A generation before Cato's birth, he was infuriated to see firsthand an Italian countryside almost entirely given over to imported slave gangs and the massive plantations of the Roman rich. He grieved that "the Italian race . a people so valiant in war, and related in blood to the Romans, were declining little by little into pauperism and paucity of numbers without any hope of remedy." He also feared that Rome, with its hardy, small farmers on the decline, would grow increasingly vulnerable to its enemies. In 133, soon after his return to Rome, Tiberius won election as tribune of the people.


The Senate had set aside the office of the tribune as a pacifier for Rome's underclass, but it was rarely used for any radical purpose until Tiberius got his hands on it. He electrified Rome with his passionate words on behalf of the soldiers who fought to build an empire, even as their own small pieces of that empire were stripped away: It is with lying lips that their commanders exhort the soldiers in their battles to defend sepulchres and shrines from the enemy; for not a man of them has an hereditary altar, not one of all these many Romans an ancestral tomb, but they fight and die to support others in wealth and luxury, and though they are styled masters of the world, they have not a single clod of earth that is their own. On the strength of this rallying cry, Tiberius proposed to remedy Rome's wealth gap by capping the holdings of the rich and distributing public lands to the urban poor. Ignoring the outrage of Rome's senatorial establishment, Tiberius took his bill for land redistribution directly to the people's assembly, a body with the authority to pass laws, but one that rarely dared to defy the aristocracy. The Roman masses passed the land reform by acclamation. In the Senate, Tiberius's success was perceived not merely as the action of a radical, but as the ambition of a would-be king, an attempt to put a faction in permanent power with the backing of the poor. Not long after passage of the land bill, a senator and neighbor of the Gracchus family was brought forward to testify that Tiberius was hiding a crown in his home. The Senate's suspicions seemed all but confirmed when Tiberius broke with Roman tradition and announced his campaign for a second consecutive year in office.


It was only because he wanted immunity from political prosecution, he insisted. It was the first step to declaring himself tribune-for-life, his enemies said. It is not surprising that the fracas ended in the murder of Tiberius and the death of his followers. What is astonishing is that the party of senators who beat Tiberius to death in open daylight was led by Rome's high priest, who wore his toga pulled over his head, just as he dressed when sacrificing an animal. The assassination of Tiberius was dressed up as a religious rite, a sacrifice to the Republic's guardian gods. * * * Tiberius's younger brother, Gaius Gracchus, escaped the killingsand for the rest of his short life, "the grief he had suffered encouraged him to speak out fearlessly." Friends and enemies alike painted Gaius as a man on fire for revenge. Yet, elected tribune ten years after Tiberius, he brought more than anger and grief to the work of coalition building and legislating.


He brought a discipline that outdid his brother's. While Tiberius reached out to the Roman poor alone, Gaius made inroads with Rome's merchant class, the equites (so called because they could afford to outfit themselves with a horse in times of war). And in the most critical departure from his brother's example, Gaius invited Italians into his populist coalition. For the first time, a leading Roman was offering equal citizenship, including full voting rights, to Rome's closest Italian allies. It was Gaius's most creative act of statesmanshipbut it was also the opening that allowed his conservative opponen.


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