The Vicar
18 October 2006 by Eve
For Sean, who among many other things, loved history and understood so well why we need to remember it
The Story Thus Far: A forbidden Communion wafer falls out of Spanish Converso Benito Garcia’s pack in front of witnesses on his return trip home from his pilgrimage to holy Santiago de Compostela (see The Pilgrim).
Ever since 1144, when the English accused the Jews of Norwich of stabbing a boy named William to death, all Europe whispered that the Jews sought the blood of Christian children, especially little boys, for their satanic rituals. Rumors ran rife that Jewish sorcerors used this innocent blood and other Christian objects (like Communion wafers) to work magic. When the father of vanished two-year-old Simon of Trentino, Italy, accused the Jewish community of murdering him in 1475, a story circulated that the heartless butchers had killed the child over a large bowl to collect all his blood.
Benito’s drinking buddies knew what to do with a desecrating Marrano (literally, “pig;” despective term for a Christian convert backsliding into Judaism); they immediately dragged the terrified pilgrim off to Astorga’s (see pic) highest Church official, bishop’s vicar Pedro de Villada, who promptly ordered 200 lashes for him. Even though the whip could strip his skin into ribbons and if he passed out, he would be revived for more flogging until the 200th blow finally fell, Benito continued to protest his innocence throughout the ordeal. De Villada then “put him to the question” by moving him onto the “potro” (colt/young male horse) or rack.
The most popular torture device in Europe during the Middle Ages, this rectangular, usually wooden frame stood slightly off the ground. The vicar’s minions stripped Benito nearly or completely naked; laid him on his back on the framework; chained or roped his wrists to a movable bar above his head and his feet to a fixed bar at that end; and began to slowly turn a handle attached to a ratchet, thus also turning a roller on the movable bar where they had bound his hands. This gradually tightened the chains or ropes until they pulled on his limbs – and his joints.
As the interrogation proceeded, the tension increased, and Benito’s wrists, shoulders, ankles, knees, and hips dislocated with excruciating slowness. His tormentors not only listened to his cries of pain and desperate pleas for mercy, but also the loud pops as his cartilage, ligaments, and maybe even bones snapped under the inexorable pressure. They would repeat their questions and threats, and insist he repent and confess over and over…
But the alleged backslider hardened his heart (or maybe God did) and refused to give them what they wanted.
He fought a losing battle; the forces of good, right, and True Christianity ™ had rallied against this obvious diabolical enemy of Church and state; and so de Villada subjected him to the Spanish Water Torture.
Called the “toca,” this favorite involved binding Benito to another rack that hinged in the middle, so his interrogators could set his head lower than his feet and immobilize it with an iron band. After sealing his nostrils and stuffing a thick piece of cloth into his mouth, they poured water onto the cloth. Their prisoner felt like he was drowning, unable to struggle, spit his gag out, or even breathe until they decided to pause to give him a chance to answer their questions. Good torturers knew how to pace and time their gag-and-water application so that their subjects never even lost consciousness during the whole process—and Spain had some of the best in the business.
This finally broke Benito. He “confessed” that along with other Conversos and Jews, he had plotted to use the Host in concocting a magical potion designed to kill all Christians, thus leaving the earth to the Jews. The other main ingredient in their potion?
The heart of a Christian boy.
At once, victorious vicar de Villada sent a report to the Inquisitor General of Aragon, Valencia, and Catalonia, arguably the most powerful individual in Spain, second only if not equal in power to King Ferdinand himself:
Tomas de Torquemada.
Next: The “Rabbi”

18 October 2006, on 7:43 pm
Great post Eve, You have an awesome storytelling ability. This “saga” is both intriguing and depressing at the same time. How humans can do the things they do to each other, I cannot understand. It’s not only in the past, it’s now…in this day and age when we think we are so modern and sophisticated. Superstition and greed rules the planet and makes human beings do the most horrible things to each other.
18 October 2006, on 9:14 pm
Wonderful, as usual Eve. I want to reiterate everything Stardust said before me. Also, from History of the World, Part 1
“Hey Torquemada, whattaya say?”
“How we doin’, any converts today?”
“Not a one, nay nay nay!”
18 October 2006, on 9:14 pm
Thank you so much, Star. This story is so eerily timely, even considering the centuries separating it from today; can you believe the bill basically giving the US carte blanche to use and not be held responsible for using torture just got passed?
18 October 2006, on 9:15 pm
Gracias, KR; and who can forget:
“In fact, you can’t Torquemada anything!”
Unfortunately for Benito…
18 October 2006, on 11:00 pm
OMG Eve that was fascinating and gruesome. Thank you so much for posting that interesting historical story. I echo Stardust you are an awesome story teller.
I can’t wait for ‘The Rabbi.’
You have inspired me to do some history reading. I am off to the library on Saturday.
18 October 2006, on 11:06 pm
Eve
Thanks, If Bush could he would do the same thing for any reason at all. Piece by piece the neocons and congress are dismantling our rights. The sick freaks.
18 October 2006, on 11:32 pm
KR,
“They played ping-pong with my balls!”
19 October 2006, on 12:18 am
Also I must say. Where would we be without “The Bishop”
http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=Monty+python+The+Bishop
19 October 2006, on 3:05 am
To be accused is guilt enough!
19 October 2006, on 6:47 am
Thanks for the great article, Eve. It is so necessary to be reminded of these things so reasonable people can continue to combat superstition and the consequences of believing such superstitions as fact. When I think of all the possible torture that Bushco can get involved in with their new law, I shudder to think of the consequences to human beings.
19 October 2006, on 1:25 pm
Sometimes, I think that, since there really is no Hell, we ought to make one. I’m thinking Yucca Mountain is a splendid site, with the spent nuclear fuels as brimstone. Like the Mormons, we could go back and cast the long deceased in the fiery pit along with our current crop of Republican Jesus devotees. Sure, it would work better if the Torquemadas and the Savonarolas of the world were alive and conscious when they were thrown onto those radioactive bonfires to their vanity, as it were. But, unless we’re willing to hypothesize natural reactors of the Oklo variety in both renaissance Florence and the Madrid of the marranos- and gawd knows we wouldn’t want to be anachronistic about our portable, time machine, nuclear hell, we’ll have to settle for bringing them kicking and screaming- and probably louse-ridden, to the now. Plus, Fra Savonarola’s remains, after the fire, were pulverized to dust- no relics for his followers, dig?- and we’d have a real problem rounding him up. Thanks, Eve, now I know that, back then, everyone did expect the Spanish Inquisition!
19 October 2006, on 6:38 pm
Jimmer, Revenant also thought of “The Bishop,” back on The Pilgrim thread; great minds think alike!
Splendid idea, Raindog; it would leave the rest of the world free to work on making the earth Heaven.
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