I was waiting for a delayed flight heading towards Denmark. My time in Rome had been packed with impressions, sunlight, pizza and cappuccino. The flight was already half an hour delayed, and I looked towards the TV hanging on the white wall in the waiting-room, ready to be diverted, or at least catching up with the outside world. First came some news about a car accident, and I realized it was all in Italian, which I unfortunately do not speak. I was already fading out, and was thinking about starting reading the book I had brought with me, when a picture of the Pope popped up on the screen. This caught my attention (when in Rome, do as the Romans do), and I stared at the news-picture. Something big seems to be going on. Two girls that I had noticed before, because they were sitting opposite me, and having a conversation in English, also looked towards the screen. One of them was Italian and the other had said she was Spanish, studying in Italy. (It was hard not to listen in on their conversation, being so bored waiting for the boarding.) When the Italian girl saw the news, she quickly picked up the cell-phone and had a quick conversation in Italian, it started “mama!”. Afterwards she turned to the Spanish girl, and said “My mother told me the Pope has resigned because of old age and tiredness. He does not feel that he can perform his duties satisfactory anymore. He is the first Pope who has resigned in 600 years!”
These words brought up a lot of contradictory feelings in me. And this is why: I had been to the Vatican, and St. Peter’s church during my stay in Rome. My mother, whom I visited there, thought the church was very beautiful, and that the art there was fantastic. I didn’t see the beauty, because of all the Popes staring down on me, their statutes so big that you almost felt what catholic suppression might have been like. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate all the good things the Church has done, work among the poor, giving hope to people who didn’t have any without God. But the inquisition was somehow lurking in the background, and the splendor didn’t make me forget that the poor paid the price for this huge church. I left St.Peter’s with an anger that didn’t subside for the rest of the day.
All this made me feel that the resignation of the Pope was almost a personal courtesy to me. That it was a sign that my feelings had somehow reached the Pope. He had suddenly realized that enough is enough. As I watched the reactions around me, I felt that this was a moment of significance. An Italian actually did the “typical” Italian gesture of raising his hands and waiving them in the air. He was really upset. A Swedish woman drily said “nu blir de ledsna allihopa.”(they’ll be sad now, all of them.) I felt that this moment was somehow meant to tell me something, albeit I was not sure just what.
Standing up, to get in line for the boarding, I realized that it was not especially the Catholic Church that brought up this feelings in me. It served as a representative of political power. All these grand buildings, like castles, churches, palaces, forts and more modern huge banks and organization-buildings have something in common. They are so grand and huge that you feel very small entering them, they give you the feeling that you should bow to authority, and accept the way the powerful people in the world rule it. It was really this that made me angry. I have no problem with people being religious, I actually consider myself religious, but I do have a problem with strict hierarchical structures. In whatever form they might be. The Catholic Church’s power was at it’s greatest in the 11th and 12th century, which is a long time ago. But are we really free of such structures? Are we not subordinating our self to the big companies and the most powerful politicians, whose final words are similar to the Pope’s Ex Cathedra?
Why are people so prone to elect leaders, and give them the chance to act without transparency and without having to be responsible for their actions? Boarding the plane heading towards Denmark, I naturally found no answer. And looking at the people standing in line, impatiently holding their tax free-bags, discussing the lateness of the flight, I thought: -White smoke will soon rise out of the Sistine chapel, and the world will have a new Pope. People seem to continue chanting “The King is dead, long live the King”. History repeats itself; whatever we may call the King nowadays. As a got seated, and watched the security-procedure being demonstrated, I came to the conclusion that human beings are indeed a strange species.