by Rach

CC Image from Patrick van IJzendoorn on Flickr
OK, I admit the last series of Downton Abbey wasn’t perfect. There were some awful lines: when Cora looked up from her newspaper and said: ‘Oh my, this Spanish flu news is awful,’ we knew that she, along with half the household, would be on their deathbeds by the next episode.
But who cares? The battle of the bustles was our Sunday night fix and I, for one, can’t wait till Christmas Day. Aside from the drama, suspense and gossip, I think we love Downton because we are all secretly obsessed with how other people live.
Downton represents a world where the toffs had it good. They were waited upon (dear Carson); cleaned up after; (inconvenient dead Turkish men); and lusted after (get down Branson, Sybil is too good for you). The downstairs lot, though, just had to get on with it. The family silver still shone – come war, unwanted pregnancies or murder trials. Servitude was their lot. They got on with because they knew their place.
Far from being an aberration, Edwardian values are pretty common in whatever period of history you choose to look. The New Testament is full of different groups of people who were either revered or loathed by others. The mutual distrust and loathing between Romans and Jews was what made Monty Python’s Life of Brian so funny.
The real story of Zacchaeus, in the gospel of Luke, shows us how utterly despised Jewish tax collectors were. They were seen as traitors working for the Roman Empire and yet Jesus calls this short and unpopular tax-collector down from a tree and tells him he is coming for tea.
Although people are horrified, Jesus couldn’t care less. In his eyes no one is untouchable – and that means lepers, prostitutes and Samaritans.
I suppose if Jesus appeared in the Christmas episode of Downton, he would marry Lady Sybil and Branson; take tea with Daisy; then tell the Dowager Countess that money and status count for nought – then again, I’m not sure even Jesus is that brave!



