The Jewish ‘Race’

THERE ARE MANY PEOPLE THAT CANNOT GET PAST THE IDEA OF “RACE” WHEN IT COMES TO THOSE CALLING THEMSELVES “JEWS”. JEWS WERE NEVER A RACE. ISRAEL WAS AND IS, A FAMILY, SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF JACOB, WHO WAS REAMED “ISRAEL” BY GOD. 

THERE WERE TWELVE TRIBES OF ISRAELITES. “EACH NAMED AFTER JACOBS TWELVE SONS. “JUDAH” WAS ONE OF THOSE TRIBES. THOSE THAT CALL THEMSELVES “JEWS” NOW AS IN CHRISTS TIME, ARE NOT THE SONS OF JUDAH, BUT MOST LIKELY THE “SONS OF CAIN” EVEN THIS IS NOT SEPARATED BY “RACE”. SOME MORONS EVEN GO TO THE EXTREME TO SAY THAT CAIN WAS “BLACK”.

BULLSHIT. HE WAS AS WHITE AS ADAM. HE MURDERED HIS BROTHER FOR NO REASON, ACCORDING THE THE NEW TESTAMENT. THE MARK HAT GOD PLACED ON HIM WAS THE MARK OF PSYCOPOTHY….INSANITY….. WAS JESUS FROM THE TRIBE OF JUDAH? OF ISRAEL? YES HE WAS.

THIS LETTER FROM PONTIUS PILATE TO TIBERIUS CAESER ALSO SHOWS HIS “RACE”……

Historic Letter written by Pontius Pilate to Tiberius Caesar
I have in my possession a copy of the letter written by Pontius Pilate
to Tiberius Caesar, Emperor of Rome. This Historic letter written by
Pontius Pilate to Tiberius Caesar Letter is from the “Archko Volume”
containing manuscripts, in Constantinople, and the Records of the
Senatorial Docket, taken from the Library at Rome, Translated by Drs.
McIntosh and Twyman of the Antiquerian Lodge, Genoa, Italy. This has
been checked and is in accord with the copy of the original lodged in
the British Museum, which has verified the accuracy of the
transcription. Verified in November, 1935.
Historic Letter Resurrected Pilate’s lengthy letter to Tiberius
Caesar—Discusses at length the arrest, the trial and the crucifixion
of Jesus Christ
TIBERIUS CAESAR-EMPEROR OF ROME-NOBLE SOVEREIGN
GREETING:
The events of the last few days in my providence have been of such a
character that I will give the details in full as they occurred, as I
should not be surprised if, in the course of, time, they may change
the destiny of our nation, for it seems of late that all the gods have
ceased to be propitous. I am almost ready to say, Cursed be the day
that I succeeded Vallerius Falceus in the government of Judea; for
since then my life has been one of continual uneasiness and distress.
On my arrival at Jerusalem I took possession of the Praetorium, and
ordered a splendid feast to be prepared, to which I invited the
Tetrarch of Galilee, with the high priest and his officers. At the
appointed hour no guest appeared. This I considered an insult offered
my dignity, and the whole government which I represent. A few days
later, the high priest designed to pay me a visit. His deportment was
grave and deceitful. He pretended that his religion forbade him and
his attendants to sit at the table of the Romans, and eat and offer
libations with them, but this was only a sanctimonious seeming, for
his very countenance betrayed his hypocrisy. Although I thought it
expedient to accept his excuse, from that moment I was convinced that
the conquered had declared themselves the enemy of the conquerors; and
I would warn the Romans to beware of the high Priests of this country.
They would betray their own mother to gain office and a luxurious
living. It seems to me that, of conquered cities, Jerusalem is the
most difficult to govern. So turbulent are the people that I live in
momentary dread of an insurrection. I have not soldiers sufficient to
suppress it. I had only one centurion and a hundred men at my command.
I requested a reinforcement from the perfect of Syria, who informed me
that he had scarcely troops sufficient to defend his own province. An
insatiate thirst for conquest to extend our empire beyond the means of
defending it, I fear, will be the cause of the final overthrow of our
whole government. I lived secluded from the masses, for I do not know
what those priests might influence the rabble to do; yet I endeavored
to ascertain, as far as I could, the mind and standing of the people.
I WAS TOLD IT WAS JESUS
Among the various rumors that came to my ears there was one in
particular that attracted my attention. A young man, it was said,
appeared in Galiee preaching with a noble unction a new law in the
name of God who had sent him. At first I was apprehensive that his
design was to stir up the people against the Romans, but my fears were
soon dispelled. Jesus of Nazareth spoke rather as a friend of the
Romans than of the Jews. One day in passing by the place of Siloe,
where
there was a great concourse of people, I observed in the midst of the
group a young man who was leaning against a tree, calmly addressing
the multitude. I was told it was Jesus. This I could easily have
suspected, so great was the difference between him and those listening
to him. His golden-colored hair and beard gave him the appearance of a
celestial aspect. He appeared to be about thirty years old. Never have
I seen a sweeter or more serene countenance. What a Contrast between
him and his hearers, with their black beards and tawny completion!
Unwilling to interrupt him by my presence, I continued to walk, but
signified to my secretary to join the group and listen. My secretary’s
name is Manlius. He is the grandson of the chief of the conspirators
who encamped in Eturia waiting for Cataline. Manlius had been for a
long time an inhabitant of Judea, and is well acquainted with the
Hebrew language. He was devoted to me, and worthy of my confidence. On
entering the Praetorium I found Manlius, who related to me the words
Jesus had pronounced at Siloe. Never have I read in the works of the
philosophers anything that can compare to the maxims of Jesus. One of
the rebellious Jews, so numerous in Jerusalem, having asked Jesus if
it was lawful to give tribute to Caesar, he replied: “Render unto
Caesar the things that belong to Caesar, and unto God the things that
are God’s.”
I EXTENDED TO HIM MY PROTECTION
It was on account of his sayings that I granted so much liberty to the
Nazarene; for it was in my power to have him arrested, and exiled to
Pontus; but that would have been contrary to the justice which has
always characterized the Roman Government in all its dealings with
men; this man was neither seditious nor rebellious; I extended to him
my protection, unknown perhaps to himself. He was at liberty to act,
to speak, to assemble and address the people, and to choose disciples,
unrestrained by any Praetorian mandate. Should it ever happen {May the
gods avert the omen!} should it ever happen, I say that the religion
of our forefathers will be supplanted by the religion of Jesus, it
will be to this noble toleration that Rome shall owe her premature
death, while I, miserable wretch, will have been the instrument of
what the Jews call Providence, and we call destiny.
This unlimited freedom granted to Jesus provoked the Jews–not the
poor, but the rich and powerful. It is true that Jesus was severe on
the latter, and this was a political reason, in my opinion, for not
restraining the liberty of the Nazarene. “Scribes and Pharisees,” he
would say to them, “you are a race of vipers; you resemble painted
sepulchers; you appear well unto men, but you have death within you.”
At other times he would sneer at the alms of the rich and proud,
telling them that the mite of the poor was more precious in the sight
of God. Complaints were daily made at the Praetorium against the
insolence of Jesus.
I was even informed that some misfortune would befall him; that it
would not be the first time that Jerusalem had stoned those who called
themselves prophets; an appeal would be made to Caesar. However, my
conduct was approved by the Senate, and I was promised a reinforcement
after the termination of the Parthian War.
Being too weak to suppress an insurrection, I resolved upon adopting a
measure that promised to restore the tranquility of the city without
subjecting the Praetorium to humiliating concession. I wrote to Jesus
requesting an interview with him at the Praetorium. He came. You know
that in my veins flows the Spanish mixed with Roman blood–as
incapable of fear as it is of weak emotion. When the Nazarene made his
appearance I was walking in my basilica, and my feet seemed fastened
with an iron hand to the marble pavement, and I trembled in every limb
as does a guilty culprit, though the Nazarene was as calm as innocence
itself. When he came up to me he stopped,
and by a signal sign he seemed to say to me, “I am here,” though he
spoke not a word. For some time I contemplated with admiration and awe
this extraordinary type of man–a type unknown to our numerous
painters, who have given form and figure to all the gods and the
heroes. There was nothing about him that was repelling in his
character, yet I felt too awed and tremulous to approach him.
“Jesus,” said I unto him at last–and my tongue faltered–“Jesus of
Nazareth, for the last three years I have granted you ample freedom of
speech; nor do I regret it. Your words are those of a sage–I know not
whether you have read Socrates or Plato, but this I know, there is in
your discourses a majestic simplicity that elevates you far above
those philosophers. The Emperor is informed of it, and I, his humble
representative in this country, am glad of having allowed you that
liberty of which you are worthy. However. I must not conceal from you
that your discourses have raised up against you powerful and
inveterate enemies. Nor is this surprising. Socrates had his enemies,
and he fell victim of their hatred. Yours are doubly incensed–against
you on account of your discourses being so severe upon their conduct;
against me on account of the liberty I have afforded you. They even
accuse me of being indirectly leagued with you for the purpose of
depriving the Hebrews of the little civil power which Rome has left
them. My request—I do not say an order—is, that you be more
circumspect and moderate in your discourses in the future, and more
considerate of them, lest you arouse the pride of your enemies, and
they raise against you the stupid populace, and compel me to employ
the instruments of law.”
The Nazarene calmly replied: “Prince of the earth, your words proceed
not from true wisdom. Say to the torrent to stop in the midst of the
mountain-gorge: it will uproot the trees of the valley. The torrent
will answer you that it obeys the laws of nature and the Creator. God
alone knows whither flow the waters of the torrent. Verily I say unto
you, before the rose of Sharon blossoms the blood of the just shall be
spilt.”
“Your blood shall not be spilt,” said I, with deep emotion: “you are
more precious in my estimation on account of your wisdom than all of
the turbulent and proud Pharisees who abuse the freedom granted them
by the Romans. They conspire against Caesar, and convert his bounty
into fear, impressing the unlearned that Caesar is a tyrant and seeks
their ruin. Insolent wretches! they are not aware that the wolf of the
Tiber sometimes clothes himself with the skin of sheep to accomplish
his wicked designs. I will protect you against them. My Praetorium
shall be an asylum both day and night.”
“THAT WHICH IS WRITTEN IN THE BOOKS OF THE PROPHETS MUST BE
ACCOMPLISHED”
Jesus carelessly shook his head, and said with a grave and divine
smile: “When the day shall come there will be no asylums for the son
of man, neither in the earth nor under the earth. The asylum of the
just is there,” pointing to the heavens. “That which is written in the
books of the prophets must be accomplished.”
“Young man,” I answered mildly, “you will oblige me to convert my
requests into an order. The safety of the province which has been
confided to my care requires it. You must observe more moderation in
your discourses. Do not infringe my order. You know the consequences.
May happiness attend you. Farewell.”
“I CAME NOT TO BRING WAR INTO THE WORLD, BUT PEACE, LOVE AND CHARITY.”
“Prince of the earth,” replied Jesus. I come not to bring war into the
world, but peace, love and charity. I was born the same day on which
Augustus Caesar gave peace to the Roman world. Persecutions proceed
not from me. I expect it from others, and I will meet it in obedience
to the will of my Father, who has shown me the way. Restrain,
therefore, your worldly prudence. It is not in your power to arrest
the victim at the foot of the tabernacle of expiation.”
So saying he disappeared like a bright shadow behind the curtains of
the basilica–to my great relief, for I felt a heavy burden on me, of
which I could not relieve myself of in his presence.
JESUS APPEARED TO BE ONE OF THOSE GREAT PHILOSOPHERS THAT
GREAT NATIONS SOMETIMES PRODUCE
To Herod, who then reigned in Galilee, the enemies of Jesus addressed
themselves, to wreak their vengeance on the Nazarene. Had Herod
consulted his own inclinations, he would have ordered Jesus
immediately put to death; but, though proud of his royal dignity, yet
he hesitated to commit an act that might lessen his influence with the
Senate, or like me, was afraid of Jesus. But it would never do for a
Roman officer to be afraid of a Jew. Previously to this, Herod called
on me at the Praetorium, and, on rising to take leave, after some
trifling conversation, asked me what was my opinion concerning the
Nazarene. I replied that Jesus appeared to me to be one of those great
philosophers that great nations sometimes produced; that his doctrines
were by no means sacrilegious, and that the intentions of Rome were to
leave him to that freedom of speech which was justified by his
actions. Herod smiled maliciously, and, saluting me with ironical
respect, departed.
CLAMORING FOR THE DEATH OF THE NAZARENE
The great feast of the Jews was approaching, and the intention was to
avail themselves of the popular exultation which always manifests
itself at the solemnities of the Passover. The city was overflowing
with a tumultuous populace, clamoring for the death of the Nazarene.
My emissaries informed me that the treasure of the temple had been
employed in bribing the people. The danger was pressing. A Roman
centurion had been insulted. I wrote to the Perfect of Syria for a
hundred foot soldiers and as many cavalry. He declined. I saw myself
alone with a handful of veterans in the midst of a rebellious city,
too weak to suppress an uprising, and having no choice left but to
tolerate it. They had seized upon Jesus, and the seditious rabble,
although they had nothing to fear from the Praetorium, believing, as
their leaders had told them, that I winked at their sedition,
continued vociferating: “Crucify him! Crucify him!”
Three powerful parties had combined together at that time against
Jesus. First, the Herodians and the Sadducees, whose seditious conduct
seemed to have proceeded from double motives: they hated the Nazarene
and were impatient of the Roman yoke. They never forgave me for having
entered the holy city with banners that bore the image of the Roman
emperor; and although in this instance I had committed a fatal error,
yet the sacrilege did not appear less heinous in their eyes. Another
grievance also rankled in their bosoms. I had proposed to employ a
part of the treasure of the temple in erecting edifices for public
use. My proposal was scorned. The Pharisees were the avowed enemies of
Jesus. They cared not for the government. They bore with bitterness
the severe reprimands, which the Nazarene for three years had been
continually giving them wherever he went. Timid and too weak to act by
themselves, they had embraced the quarrels of the Herodians and the
Sadducees. Besides these three parties, I had to contend against the
reckless and profligate populace, always ready to join sedition, and
profit by the disorder and confusion that resulted therefrom.
CONDEMNED TO DEATH
Jesus was dragged before the High Priest, and condemned to death. It
was then that the High Priest, Caiaphas, performed a divisory act of
submission. He sent his prisoner to me to confirm his condemnation and
secure his execution. I answered him that, as Jesus was a Galilean,
the affair came under Herod’s jurisdiction, and ordered him to be sent
thither. The wily Tetrarch professed humility, and protesting his
deference to the lieutenant of Caesar, he committed the fate of the
man to my hands. Soon my palace assumed the aspect of a besieged
citadel. Every moment increased the number of malcontents. Jerusalem
was inundated with crowds from the mountains of Nazareth. All Judea
appeared to be pouring into the city.
“BEWARE, BEWARE, AND TOUCH NOT THAT MAN; FOR HE IS HOLY.”
I had taken a wife from among the Gauls, who pretended to see into
futurity. Weeping and throwing herself at my feet she said to me:
“Beware. Beware, and touch not that man; for he is holy. Last night I
saw a vision. he was walking on the water; he was flying on the wings
of the wind. He spoke to the tempest and to the fishes of the lake;
all were obedient to him. Behold, the torrent of Mount Kedron flows
with blood, the statues of Caesar are filled with gemonide; the
columns of the interium have given away and the sun is veiled in
mourning like a vestal in the tomb. Ah! Pilate, evil; awaits thee. If
thou wilt not listen to the vows of thy wife, dread the curse of a
Roman Senate; dread the frowns of Caesar.”
By this time the marble stair groaned under the weight of the
multitude. The Nazarene was brought back to me. I proceeded to the
halls of justice, followed by my guard, and asked the people in a
severe tone what they demanded.
“The death of the Nazarene,” was the reply.
“For what crime?”
“He blasphemed; he has prophesied the ruin of the temple; he calls
himself the Son of God; the Messiah, the King of the Jew.”
“Roman justice,” said I, “punishes not such offences with death.”
“CRUCIFY HIM! CRUCIFY HIM!”
“Crucify him! Crucify him!” cried the relentless rabble. The
vociferations of the infuriated mob shook the palace to its
foundations.
There was but one who appeared to be calm in the midst of the vast
multitude; it was the Nazarene. After many fruitless attempts to
protect him from the fury of his merciless prosecutors, I adopted a
measure which at the moment appeared to me to be the only one that
could save his life. I proposed a measure, as it was their custom to
deliver a prisoner on such occasions, to release Jesus and let him go
free, that he might be the scapegoat, as they called it; but they said
Jesus must be crucified. I then spoke to them of the inconsistency of
their course as being
incompatible with their laws, showing that no criminal judge could
pass sentence on a criminal unless he had fasted one whole day; and
that the sentence must have the consent of the Sanhedrin, and the
signature of the president of that court; that no criminal could be
executed on the same day his sentence was fixed, and the next day, on
the day of his execution, the Sanhedrin was required to review the
whole proceeding; also, according to their law, a man was stationed at
the door of the court with a flag, and another a short way off on
horseback to cry the name of the criminal and his crime, and the names
of his witnesses, and to know if anyone could testify in his favor;
and the prisoner on his way to execution had the right to turn back
three times, and to plead any new thing in his favor. I urged all
these pleas, hoping they might awe them into subjection; but they
cried, “Crucify him! Crucify him!”
I THEN CALLED FOR A BASIN, AND WASHED MY HANDS
I then ordered Jesus to be scourged, hoping this might satisfy them;
but it only increased their fury. I then called for a basin, and
washed my hands in the presence of the clamorous multitude, thus
testifying that in my judgment Jesus of Nazareth had done nothing
deserving of death; but in vain. It was his life these wretches
thirsted for.
Often in our civil commotions have I witnessed the furious anger of
the multitude, but nothing could be compared with what I witnessed on
this occasion. it might have been truly said that all the phantoms of
the infernal regions had assembled at Jerusalem. The crowd appeared
not to walk, but to be borne off and whirled as a vortex, rolling
along in living waves from the portals of the Praetorium even into
Mount Zion, with howling screams, shrieks, and vociferations such as
were never heard in the seditions of the Pannonia, or in the tumults
of the forum.
By degrees the day darkened like a winter’s twilight, such as had been
at the death of the great Julius Caesar. It was likewise the ides of
March. I, the continued governor of a rebellious province, was leaning
against a column of my basilica, contemplating athwart the dreary
gloom these fiends of Tartrus dragging to execution the innocent
Nazarene. All around me was deserted. Jerusalem had vomited forth her
indwellers through the funeral gates that leads to Gemonica. An air of
desolation and sadness enveloped me. My guards had joined the cavalry,
and the centurion, with a distressed play of power, was endeavoring to
keep order. I was left alone, and my breaking heart admonished me that
what was passing at that moment appertained rather to the history of
the gods, than that of men. A loud clamor was heard proceeding from
Golgotha, which, borne on the winds, seemed to announce an agony such
as was never heard by mortal ears. Dark clouds lowered over the
pinnacle of the temple, and setting over the city covered it as with a
veil. So dreadful were the signs that men saw both in the heavens and
on the earth that Dionysius the Areopagite is reported to have
exclaimed: “Either the author of nature is suffering or the universe
is falling apart.”
Whilst these appalling scenes of nature were transpiring, there was a
dreadful earthquake in lower Egypt, which filled everybody with fear,
and scared the superstitious Jews almost to death. It is said
Balthasar, an aged and learned Jew of Antioch, was found dead after
the excitement was over. Whether he died from alarm or grief is not
known. He was a strong friend of the Nazarene.
THE SACRICIFICE WAS CONSUMMATED
Near the first hour of the night I threw my mantle around me, and went
down into the city toward the gates of Golgotha. The sacrifice was
consummated. The crowd was returning home, still
agitated, it is true, but gloomy, taciturn, and desperate. What they
had witnessed had stricken them with terror and remorse. I also saw my
little Roman cohort pass by mournfully, the standard-bearer having
veiled his eagle in token of grief, and I overheard some of the Jewish
soldiers murmuring strange words which I did not understand. Others
were recounting miracles very like those which have so often smitten
the Romans by the will of gods. Sometimes groups of men and women
would halt remain motionless in expectation of witnessing some new
prodigy.
THEY ALL SLUNK OFF LIKE COWARDLY CURS
I returned to the Praetorium, sad and pensive. On ascending the
stairs, the steps of which were still stained with the blood of the
Nazarene, I perceived an old man in a suppliant posture, and behind
him several Romans in tears. He threw himself at my feet and wept most
bitterly. It is painful to see an old man weep, and my heart being
already overcharged with grief, we though strangers, wept together.
And in truth it seemed that the tears lay very shallow that day with
many whom I perceived in the vast concourse of people. I never
witnessed such an extreme revulsion of feeling. Those who betrayed and
sold him, those who testified against him, those who cried, “Crucify
him! we have his blood,” all slunk off like cowardly curs, and washed
their teeth with vinegar. As I am told that Jesus taught a
resurrection and a separation after death, if such be the fact, I am
sure it commenced in this vast crowd.
“Father,” said I to him, after gaining control of my feelings,” who
are you, and what is your request?”
PERMISSION TO BURY JESUS OF NAZARETH
“I am Joseph of Arimathaea,” replied he, “and am come to beg of you
upon bended knees the permission to bury Jesus of Nazareth.”
” Your prayer is granted.” I said to him, and I ordered Manilus to
take some soldiers with him to superintend the interment, lest it
should be profaned.
A few days after the sepulcher was found empty. His disciples
proclaimed all over the country that Jesus had risen from the dead, as
he had foretold. This created more excitement even than the
crucifixion. And to its truth I cannot say for certain, but I have
made some investigation of the matter; so you can examine for yourself
see if I am in fault, as Herod represents.
Joseph buried Jesus in his own tomb. Whether he contemplated his
resurrection or calculated to cut him another, I cannot tell. The day
after he was buried one of the priests came to the Paetorium and said
they were apprehensive that his disciples intended to steal the body
of Jesus and hide it, and then make it appear that he had risen from
the dead, as he had foretold and of which they were perfectly
convinced. I sent him to the captain of the royal guard {Malcus} to
tell him to take the Jewish soldiers, and place as many around the
sepulcher as were needed; then if anything should happen they could
blame themselves, and not the Romans.
When the great excitement arose about the sepulcher being empty, I
felt a deeper solicitude than ever. I sent for Malcus, who told me he
had placed his lieutenant, Ben Isham, with one hundred soldiers,
around the sepulcher. He told me that Isham and the soldiers were very
much alarmed at what had occurred there that morning I sent for this
man Isham, who related to me, as near as I can recollect, the
following circumstances; He said that at about the beginning of the
fourth watch; He saw a soft and beautiful light over the sepulcher. He
at first thought the women had
come to embalm the body of Jesus, as was their custom, but he could
not see how they had gotten through the guards. While these thoughts
were passing through his mind, behold the whole place was lighted up,
and there seemed to be crowds of the dead in their graveclothes. All
seemed to be shouting and filled with ecstasy, while all around and
above was the most beautiful music he had ever heard: and the whole
air seemed to be full of voices praising God. At this time there
seemed to be a reeling and swimming of the earth, so that he turned so
sick and faint that he could not stand on his feet. he said the earth
seemed to swim from under him, and his senses left him, so that he
knew not what did occur. I asked him if he could not have been
mistaken as to the light. Was it not day that was coming in the East?
He said at first he thought of that, but at a stone’s cast it was
exceedingly dark; and then he remembered it was too early for day. I
asked him if his dizziness might not have come from being awakened and
getting up too suddenly, as it sometimes had the effect. He said he
was not, and had not been asleep all night, as the penalty was death
for him to sleep on duty. He said he had let some of the soldiers
sleep at a time. Some were asleep then. I asked him how long the scene
lasted. He said he did not know, but he thought it was nearly an hour.
He said it was hid by the light of the day. I asked him if he went to
the sepulcher after he had come to himself. He said no, because he was
afraid; that just as soon as relief came they all went to their
quarters. I asked him if he had been questioned by the priests. he
said he had. They wanted him to say it was an earthquake, and that
they were asleep, and offered him money to say that the disciples came
and stole Jesus; but we saw no disciples, he did not know that the
body was gone until he was told. I asked him what was the private
opinion of those priests he had conversed with. He said that some of
them thought that Jesus was no man; that he was not a human being;
that he was not the son of Mary; that he was not the same that was
said to be born of the Virgin in Bethlehem; that the same person had
been on earth before with Abraham and Lot, and at many times and
places.
It seemed to me that if the Jewish theory be true, these conclusions
are correct, for they are in accord with this man’s life, as is known
and testified by both friends and foes, for the elements were no more
in his hands than the clay in the hands of the potter. He could
convert water into wine; he could change death into life, disease into
health; he could calm the seas, still the storms, call up fish with a
silver coin in its mouth. Now, I say if he could do all these things,
which he did and many more, as the Jews all testify, and it was doing
these things that created this enmity against him– he was not charged
with criminal offenses, nor was he charged with violating any law, nor
of wronging any individual in person, and all these facts are known to
thousands, as well by his foes as by his friends–I am almost ready to
say, as did Manlius at the cross: “Truly this was the Son of God.”
Now noble Sovereign, this is as near the facts in the case as I can
arrive at, and I have taken pains to make the statement very full, so
that you may judge of my conduct upon the whole, as I hear Antipater
has said many hard things of me in this matter. With the promise of
faithfulness and good wishes to my noble Sovereign.
I am your obedient servant.
Pontius Pilate.
This letter backs up the biblical account of the events of the Life,
Ministry, Crucifixion, and Resurrection of Jesus Christ.