With the help of the Laudator (definitely check his post!):
|The Four Freedoms|
|Freedom of Speech|
|Freedom of Worship|
|Freedom From Fear|
|Freedom From Want|
In Rome you can see the rebuilt Senate in the Roman Forum. It was rebuilt by Julius Caesar because the old Senate burned down. One of Caesar’s thugs, P. Clodius killed one of Pompey’s thugs, Milo, south of Rome on the road at an inn. The rest is history….
In 53 BC Milo was up to be consul. P. Clodius was for Praetor. Each had armed bands which clashed constantly. One day, seemingly by chance – though it may have been orchestrated by ACORN – Milo and Clodius with their armed thugs met Appian Way near Bovillae near Rome. Don’t be shocked, but a fight broke out. Clodius died. Clodius’ adherents freaked out, hauled his body to the Roman Forum, busted into the Senate, dragged out the wooden furniture, and burned his body. The Senate caught and burned down. Caesar would eventually rebuild the Senate.
Think of the town hall meetings now….
Cicero, Letters to his brother Quintus, 2.3.2 (56 B.C., tr. D.R. Shackleton Bailey):
Milo appeared on 7 February. Pompey spoke—or rather tried to speak, for no longer was he on his feet than Clodius’ gang raised a clamour, and all through the speech he was interrupted not merely by shouting but by booing and abuse. When he wound up (and I will say he showed courage; he was not put off, delivered all he had to say, sometimes even managing to get silence by his personal authority)—well, when he wound up, Clodius rose. Wishing to repay the compliment, our side gave him such an uproarious reception that he lost command of thoughts, tongue, and countenance. That lasted till half past one, Pompey having finished just after midday—all manner of insults, ending up with some highly scabrous verse to the address of Clodius and Clodia. Pale with fury, he started a game of question and answer in the middle of the shouting: ‘Who’s starving the people to death?’ ‘Pompey,’ answered the gang. ‘Who wants to go to Alexandria?’ Answer: ‘Pompey.’ ‘Whom do you want to go?’ Answer: ‘Crassus’ (who was present as a supporter of Milo, wishing him no good). About 2:15 the Clodians started spitting at us, as though on a signal. Sharp rise in temperature! They made a push to dislodge us, our side countercharged. Flight of gang. Clodius was hurled from the Rostra, at which point I too made off for fear of what might happen in the free-for-all.