Historians rarely agree on details, so a lot about Cromwell’s inner life is
still up for debate. But it is a truly tough job finding anything heroic in
the man’s legacy of brutality and naked ambition.
Against a backdrop of Henry VIII’s marital strife, the pathologically
ambitious Cromwell single-handedly masterminded the break with Rome in order
to hand Henry the Church, with its all-important control of divorce and
marriage. There were, to be sure, small pockets of Protestantism in England
at the time, but any attempt to cast Cromwell’s despotic actions as sincere
theological reform are hopeless. Cromwell himself had minimal truck with
religious belief. He loved politics, money, and power, and the reformers
could give them to him.
Flushed with the success of engineering Henry’s divorce from Catherine of
Aragon and his marriage to Anne Boleyn, Cromwell moved on to confiscating
the Church’s money. Before long, he was dissolving monasteries as fast as he
could, which meant seizing anything that was not nailed down and keeping it
for himself, for Henry, and for their circle of friends. It was the biggest
land-grab and asset-strip in English history, and Cromwell sat at the centre
of the operation, at the heart of a widely-loathed, absolutist, and
tyrannical regime. When Anne Boleyn pointed out that the money should be
going to charity or good works, he fitted her up on charges of adultery, and
watched as she was beheaded.
As an adviser to Henry, Cromwell could have attempted to guide the hot-headed
king, to tame his wilder ambitions, counsel him in patience, uphold the many
freedoms enjoyed by his subjects. But Cromwell had no interest in
moderation. He made all Henry’s dreams come true, riding roughshod over the
law of the land and whoever got in his way. For instance, we are hearing a
lot about Magna Carta this year, but Cromwell had no time for tedious trials
and judgement by peers. With lazy strokes of his pen, he condemned royalty,
nobles, peasants, nuns, and monks to horrific summary executions. We are not
talking half a dozen. He dispatched hundreds under his highly politicised
“treason” laws. (When his own time came and the tables had turned, he
pleaded to Henry: “Most gracyous prynce I crye for mercye mercye mercye.”
But he was given all the mercy he had shown others.)
And then there is his impact on this country’s artistic and intellectual
heritage. No one can be sure of the exact figure, but it is estimated that
the destruction started and legalised by Cromwell amounted to 97% of the
English art then in existence. Statues were hacked down. Frescoes were
smashed to bits. Mosaics were pulverized. Illuminated manuscripts were
shredded. Wooden carvings were burned. Precious metalwork was melted down.
Shrines were reduced to rubble. This vandalism went way beyond a religious
reform. It was a frenzy, obliterating the artistic patrimony of centuries of
indigenous craftsmanship with an intensity of hatred for imagery and
depicting the divine that has strong and resonant parallels today. (
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These 'historical' dramas are made by people who rarely read for people who never read.
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