Essay About Black Plague And Unprecedented Proportion Leaves

The Black Plague in Florence 1348
The Black Plague in Florence 1348
The Black Plague in Florence 1348
Western Civilization & the World 1
An Essay
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I am a lawyer living in Florence. The year is 1348. I am writing this
chronicle for my friend, Marchione di Coppo Stefani, as a strange and mysterious
plague of unprecedented proportion leaves many of our citizens dead within a
matter of days. I want to leave this as a legacy for those who may survive, as
I have no assurance that this dreadful disease will not claim me as it has so
many other good citizens of our city.
I have only been able to survive so far by confining myself to my
home. My rations to sustain me are few, and I am afraid that the water
and air outside is poisoned with what our citizens are calling the
“Pestilence”. Many from here have fled, only to find that the plague moved
behind them, almost as it was following in their footsteps. Those who fled to
the countryside have fallen victim to the disease, there is no place far
enough to run, and no place safe to hide. What is to become of us?
People beg me to come out and write wills for the dying, but there is
nothing left untainted that is of any value to those who survive. It is best
to burn and destroy what they have, than to leave this plague as a testament.
So quick is this plague to destroy, that my friend in a letter to me
stated that many of his acquaintances: “ate lunch with their friends and
had dinner with their ancestors in paradise.”
No natural disaster to date has rivaled this pestilence in death
toll- no earthquake, nor lightening, nor strong winds – there seems no
way to stop it and I am concerned that the end of humanity is near.
The Medici family, the richest of the founding families, who for
centuries wrested control away from the papacy is convinced that this
is retribution for challenging the church. Our God could not be so
cruel, many see this as a work of the devil himself. Caesar and his army
would not have been able to drive this plague from our midst, so
ruthless in its taking of entire families, not pausing to differentiate
rich from poor.
Our wonderful city of Florence, so rich in the best that art and
architecture has to offer, stands eerily silent. For the last hundred
years, Florence has flourished. Its reputation attracted many artists,
doctors, apothecaries, judges, lawyers and bankers who built lavish
homes and enjoyed a lifestyle of wealth. Many great undertakings grew
out of this wealth, great churches, palaces, the transformation of the
watch towers into tower houses- all indicate the commitment to
Florence made by its citizenry. Citizens resided in resplendent
buildings on city streets with regal names like Borgo degli Albizi,
Santi Apostoli, and Via dei Cimatori.
Rumor had it that this pestilence came to Florence via Messina in
Sicily. Boats docking at the harbor there carried passengers and crew who
were sick or dying. Anyone who came near the boats or passengers would
become sick within a day. A physician friend of mine described