The emperor’s political clothes: A modern parable

The emperor’s political clothes: A modern parable

When we do not question what others are trying to make us believe, we have no genuine control over our lives.

Vilhelm Pederse, the first Anderson illustrator (1820 - 1859) - English Wikipedia ( ) Illustration of "The Emperor's New Clothes."

FORT WORTH, Texas, Feb. 20, 2016 — Now that the election year is in full swing, so are the dreaded political ads. They are all over the Internet, television and radio.

It amazes me how many folks allow others to do their thinking for them. Case in point: In a recent online article the Progressive Secular Humanist website states: Texas Approves Textbooks With Moses As Founding Father. The end of the article claims: “In essence, Christian Conservatives in Texas have successfully forced a false historical narrative into public school textbooks that portrays Moses as an influence on the Constitution and the Old Testament as the root of Democracy.”

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What’s wrong with this?

  • It is well known that our Constitution, in fact most of Western Civilization, is based on Judeo-Christian law;
  • It is a historical fact that the Greeks invented democracy;
  • The United States is a constitutional republic — not a democracy.
Read your paper with a grain of salt (Photo: Pexel)
Read your paper with a grain of salt (Photo: Pexel)

What’s more troubling is that readers believe it without question. Caveat emptor = let the buyer beware. This usually refers to buying goods or services but it works here.

The Free Dictionary says, that it summarizes the concept that a purchaser [reader] must examine, judge, and test a product [or printed word] considered for purchase[believability] himself or herself.”

 We learned as children a fairy tale that teaches what happens when we do not question what others are trying to make us believe. Read it as if the emperor is the reader and the swindlers are the press.

To keep the word count to a minimum it has been edited.


The Emperor’s New Clothes

by Hans Christian Andersen

Many years ago there was an emperor who was so excessively fond of new clothes that he spent all his money on them. He cared nothing about his soldiers, nor for the theater, nor for driving in the woods except for the sake of showing off his new clothes. He had a costume for every hour in the day, and instead of saying, as one does about any other king or emperor, “He is in his council chamber,” here one always said, “The emperor is in his dressing-room.”

Life was very gay in the great town where he lived; hosts of strangers came to visit it every day, and among them one day two swindlers. They gave themselves out as weavers, and said that they knew how to weave the most beautiful stuffs imaginable. Not only were the colors and patterns unusually fine, but the clothes that were made of the stuffs had the peculiar quality of becoming invisible to every person who was not fit for the office he held, or if he was impossibly dull.

“Those must be splendid clothes,” thought the emperor. “By wearing them I should be able to discover which men in my kingdom are unfitted for their posts. I shall distinguish the wise men from the fools. Yes, I certainly must order some of that stuff to be woven for me.”

He paid the two swindlers a lot of money in advance so that they might begin their work at once.

Fairy tales were not just entertainment, they served to teach life lessons as well. (Photo/Giuliana Gadelha, Flickr)
Fairy tales were not just entertainment, they served to teach life lessons as well. (Photo/Giuliana Gadelha, Flickr)

They pretended to weave, but had nothing whatever upon their shuttles. At the outset they asked for a quantity of the finest silk and the purest gold thread, all of which they put into their own bags….

“I should like to know how those weavers are getting on with the stuff,” thought the emperor. He certainly thought that he need have no fears for himself, but still he thought he would send somebody else first to see how it was getting on. Everybody in the town was anxious to see how stupid his neighbor was.

“I will send my faithful old minister to the weavers. He will be best able to see how the stuff looks, for he is a clever man, and no one fulfils his duties better than he does!”

So the good old minister went into the room where the two swindlers sat working at the empty loom.

“Heaven preserve us! Why, I can’t see a thing!” But he took care not to say so.

Both the swindlers begged him to be good enough to step a little nearer. They pointed to the empty loom, and the poor old minister stared as hard as he could, but he could not see anything, for of course there was nothing to see.

“Good heavens! Is it possible that I am a fool? I have never thought so, and nobody must know it. Am I not fit for my post? It will never do to say that I cannot see the stuffs.”

“Well, sir, you don’t say anything about the stuff,” said the one who was pretending to weave.

“Oh, it is beautiful! quite charming!” said the old minister, looking through his spectacles; “This pattern and these colors! I will certainly tell the emperor that the stuff pleases me very much.”

Then the swindlers went on to demand more money, more silk and more gold to be able to proceed with the weaving; but they put it all into their own pockets—not a single strand was ever put into the loom, but they went on as before weaving at the empty loom.

The emperor soon sent another faithful official to see how the stuff was getting on, and if it would soon be ready. The same thing happened to him as to the minister; he looked and looked, but as there was only the empty loom, he could see nothing at all.

“I know I am not a fool!….So it must be that I am unfit for my good post! It is very strange, though! However, one must not let it appear!”

So he praised the stuff he did not see and assured them of his delight in the beautiful colors and the originality of the design. Now the emperor thought he would like to see it while it was still on the loom. He went to visit the crafty impostors, who were working away as hard as ever they could at the empty loom.

“What! I see nothing at all! This is terrible! Am I a fool? Am I not fit to be emperor? Why, nothing worse could happen to me!”

“Oh, it is beautiful!” said the emperor. “It has my highest approval!” and he nodded his satisfaction as he gazed at the empty loom. Nothing would induce him to say that he could not see anything.

They advised him to wear a suit made of this wonderful cloth on the occasion of a great procession. “It is magnificent! gorgeous! excellent!” went from mouth to mouth; they were all equally delighted with it. The emperor gave each of the rogues an order of knighthood worn in their buttonholes and the title of Gentlemen Weavers.

At last they said: “Now the emperor’s new clothes are ready!”

The emperor, with his grandest courtiers, went to them himself, and both the swindlers raised one arm in the air, as if they were holding something, and said: “See, these are the trousers, this is the coat, here is the mantle!” and so on. “It is as light as a spider’s web. One might think one had nothing on, but that is the very beauty of it!”

“Yes!” said all the courtiers, but they could not see anything, for there was nothing to see.

“Will your imperial majesty be graciously pleased to take off your clothes,” said the impostors, “so that we may put on the new ones, along here before the great mirror?”

The emperor took off all his clothes, and the impostors pretended to give him one article of dress after the other of the new ones which they had pretended to make.

“How well his majesty looks in the new clothes! How becoming they are!” cried all the people round. “What a design, and what colors! They are most gorgeous robes!”

”Don’t the clothes fit well?” and then he turned round again in front of the mirror, so that he should seem to be looking at his grand things.

The chamberlains who were to carry the train stooped and pretended to lift it from the ground with both hands, and they walked along with their hands in the air. They dared not let it appear that they could not see anything.

Then the emperor walked along in the procession under the gorgeous canopy, and everybody in the streets and at the windows exclaimed, “How beautiful the emperor’s new clothes are! What a splendid train! And they fit to perfection!” Nobody would let it appear that he could see nothing, for then he would not be fit for his post, or else he was a fool.

None of the emperor’s clothes had been so successful before.

“But he has got nothing on,” said a little child.

“Oh, listen to the innocent,” said his father; and one person whispered to the other what the child had said. “He has nothing on; a child says he has nothing on!”

[Finally] “But he has nothing on!” at last cried all the people.

The emperor writhed, for he knew it was true, but he thought, “The procession must go on now,” and held himself stiffer than ever, and the chamberlains held up the invisible train.


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