This idea of comparing the Governing Body to the book “The Picture of Dorian Gray” by Oscar Wilde has been bouncing around in my head for some time. It occurred to me that if we were to find those metaphorical portraits of the Governing Body our eyes would scorched by the vile filth there portrayed.
If you are not familiar with this book, here is the plot from Wikipedia:
—Dorian Gray is the subject of a full-length portrait in oil by Basil Hallward, an artist who is impressed and infatuated by Dorian’s beauty; he believes that Dorian’s beauty is responsible for the new mode in his art as a painter. Through Basil, Dorian meets Lord Henry Wotton, and he soon is enthralled by the aristocrat’s hedonistic worldview: that beauty and sensual fulfilment are the only things worth pursuing in life.
Newly understanding that his beauty will fade, Dorian expresses the desire to sell his soul, to ensure that the picture, rather than he, will age and fade. The wish is granted, and Dorian pursues a libertine life of varied and amoral experiences, while staying young and beautiful; all the while his portrait ages and records every soul-corrupting sin.—
There have been movies based on this book as well, the most recent one I saw (2009) still gives me the shivers.
To fill you in on my comparison a little more. There is Dorian, a very beautiful and successful gentleman with hardly a hint of stain on his name, he gets up to the most awful things and none of it seems to stick for very long at all. He gets away with the most disgusting things. The only thing that record the vileness is the portrait. Its ages, corrupts, decays on the canvas, his beautiful visage distorted, scarred and stained by his actions. Can you even imagine the portraits of the Governing Body members, the so called faithful and discreet slave? They have been complicit in death, sexual abuse, in fact every abuse we know of, lies, hypocrisy, shame, fearmongering, guilt inducing their members, controlling their members very lives. Why? All to maintain their power, their money, their empire.
They may look like well turned out men in bespoke suits and expensive well chosen jewellery. Some may speak well and have serious authority and perhaps even have that presence that people admire and want to follow and emulate. Does this picture show who and what they really are? By no means! (remember that line from Watchtowers?)
If I give my imagination some free reign I can just picture a basement somewhere in their brand new headquarters, a seven or eight walled room with a huge portrait hung dead centre on each wall. A red or purple velvet cover on each one with a little draw string of gold thread with a tassel to pull the cover out the way to view the vileness beneath. Each Governing Body’s name on a little gold plague above the portraits. The wall that is showing below the covers stained, mouldy and spattered with blood drips and dark splotches of dried blood. Dark disgusting discharge pooling on the otherwise immaculate skirting boards, spreading and reaching out to the other similar smelling pools spreading on the beautiful marble tiles.
Each day some poor fellow takes his mop and bucket and cleans the mess away, when the floors shines again he carefully steps out of the creepy room, locks the massive reinforced door and returns his cleaning tools to his hopper. He knows that he will clean the same mess again as it will have reappeared the next day as it has every day since he took the vaunted position of ‘official cleaner of the portrait vault’.
Although this is just an analogy the reality of it shocking. There are so many people cleaning up after them, defending them, and being loyal even when their own consciences are screaming against the crimes being committed. The Governing Body has much to answer for and their crimes are no longer being so well hidden. More and more they are being exposed and those portrait covers are being dragged off inch by inch until the full horror of their crimes are manifest for the whole world to see.