
Caracalla (Centrale Montemartini, Rome) |
4.9: Massacre in Alexandria
[215/216] When they saw what the emperor was
doing, the people rejoiced and celebrated, making merry the whole night
long, but they did not know his secret intent. In all his actions
Caracalla was playing the hypocrite; his true plan was to destroy most
of them. The source of the enmity he was concealing was this.
While he was still
living in Rome, both during his brother's lifetime and after his
murder, it was reported to him that the Alexandrians were making
endless jokes about him. The people of that city are by nature fond of
jesting at the expense of those in high places. However witty these
clever remarks may seem to those who make them, they are very painful to those who are ridiculed.
Particularly galling
are quips that reveal one's shortcomings. Thus they made many jokes at
the emperor's expense about his murdering his brother, calling his aged
mother Jocasta, and mocking him because, in his insignificance, he imitated the
bravest and greatest of heroes, Alexander and Achilles. But although
they thought they were merely joking about these matters, in reality
they were causing the naturally savage and quick-tempered Caracalla to
plot their destruction.
The emperor
therefore joined the Alexandrians in celebrating and merrymaking. When
he observed that the city was overflowing with people who had come in
from the surrounding area, he issued a public proclamation directing
all the young men to assemble in a broad plain, saying that he wished
to organize a phalanx in honor of Alexander similar to his Macedonian
and Spartan battalions, this unit to bear the name of the hero.
He ordered the youths
to form in rows so that he might approach each one and determine
whether his age, size of body, and state of health qualified him for
military service. Believing him to be sincere, all the youths, quite
reasonably hopeful because of the honor he had previously paid the
city, assembled with their parents and brothers, who had come to
celebrate the youths' expectations.
Caracalla now
approached them as they were drawn up in groups and passed among them,
touching each youth and saying a word of praise to this one and that
one until his entire army had surrounded them. The youths did not
notice or suspect anything. After he had visited them all, he judged
that they were now trapped in the net of steel formed by his soldiers'
weapons, and left the field, accompanied by his personal bodyguard. At
a given signal the soldiers fell upon the encircled youths, attacking
them and any others present. They
cut them down, these armed soldiers fighting against unarmed,
surrounded boys, butchering them in every conceivable fashion.
Some did the killing
while others outside the ring dug huge trenches; they dragged those who
had fallen to these trenches and threw them in, filling the ditch with
bodies. Piling on earth, they quickly raised a huge burial mound. Many
were thrown in half-alive, and others were forced in unwounded.
A number of soldiers
perished there too; for all who were thrust into the trench alive, if
they had the strength, clung to their killers and pulled them in with
them. So great was the slaughter that the wide mouths of the Nile and
the entire shore around the city were stained red by the streams of
blood flowing through the plain. After these monstrous deeds, Caracalla
left Alexandria and returned to Antioch.
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