Historical Notes: Pontius Pilate: a name set in stone
The Independent | 2 April 1999
UNTIL
1961, there was no concrete archaeological evidence that Pontius Pilate, the
fifth governor of Judaea, ever existed. There were accounts of him, of course,
not least the accounts in the Gospels. But the records of his administration
had disappeared completely: no papyri, no rolls, no tablets, no (authentic)
letters to Rome. The Roman ruins that remained in Israel seemed to have nothing
to do with him. Even his aqueduct - a project that got him into plenty of
trouble at the time - appeared to have crumbled away.
In the
summer of 1961, however, Italian archaeologists found a piece of limestone,
82cm wide by 68cm high, in the ruins of a sports stadium in Caesarea, beside
the sea. The stadium had not been there in Pilate's time; he had yelled at his
gladiators in another place. But the stone bore his name, and much else
besides.
Because
it is the only artefact we have - the only proof of him, and also the only
object we can be sure he looked at and thought about - even the tiniest aspects
of it have a huge importance. Until there are more discoveries, this is as
close as we are going to get.
So we
have the name set in stone, Pontius Pilate. It would have been nice to have the
praenomen too, Lucius or Publius or Quintus; although it did not mean much to
Romans, it somehow makes them more complete to us. But never mind. We also have
his title, Praefectus Judaeae. This is important, and not just because it
settles the debate about what he called himself.
The word
"prefect" had a military tang to it; this man was not just an
administrator or a revenue-raiser, but also, when required, a fighter on
horseback on the wilder fringes of the empire. Pilate often looks like an
effete lawyer in the endless paintings of the trial of Jesus, but he ended his
career in Judea just as a prefect should, commanding cavalry, putting down an
insurrection in Samaria with sufficient violence to get himself recalled to
Rome.
The chief
word on the inscription is something of a puzzle: Tiberieum. It appears to mean
a complex of buildings in honour of Tiberius, centring round a temple where his
image was worshipped, like the Caesareum in Alexandria. If that is what it was,
it is the only one recorded, and Pilate may even have made up the name himself.
Suetonius says that Tiberius did not like to be worshipped as a god, but he
allowed it in the further-flung bits of the empire. So here is Pilate
audaciously, even rashly, honouring his emperor, as both Josephus and Philo
tell us he did on other occasions. Was he simply being an arch-sycophant, or did
he mean it? Or was he moved by a mixture of both feelings? Whichever it was, it
gives a new frisson to the reported taunt by the Jews at Christ's trial:
"If you let this man go, you are not Caesar's friend."
The
engraving of Tiberieum is evenly and soberly done. Not so the name of Pilate
himself. There the letters jiggle up and down, with the Ts and the Is of
Pontius Pilatus taller than the rest. The effect is untidy, even light-hearted.
This looks like a man who is following a fashion of some sort, but is also
confident enough to indulge himself. It looks like a man who might, on some
occasions, dance.
It is
fairly miraculous that the stone should have survived at all. The sea could
have worn the lettering away. The builders who subsequently used it, when the
Tiberieum itself had fallen into ruin, could have cut it in such a way that the
name was illegible. It might have been thrown away as rubble, never recovered.
As it is, it seems almost incredible: our one physical link to the man who,
Christians believe, gave the human order that brought about mankind's eternal
salvation.
Ann Wroe
is the author of `Pilate: the biography of an invented man' (Jonathan Cape,
pounds 18.99)
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