Those who have the luxury of questioning things beyond mere survival have the time to find practices such as these abhorrent; the rest likely do not.
Works of art such as these hold a special place in my heart because they are enormous projects prosecuted with a major objective in mind: Remember this time, through the ages. This is when we kicked some serious ass.
Certainly there are other major objectives, religion of course being the primary driver of many of our largest and most enduring works.
Think about the infrastructure that must underly the construction of such works: labor must be organized; trade must be organized; an entire subset of the population–designers, engineers, workers, artisans and artists–must subsist on the work of others while such a thing is constructed. A society must have the surplus of muscle and brain power to construct such things. The existence of such works implies one thing above all others: civilization.
The other side of the coin, however, is not so pretty. What happens when civilization, as I so snootily define it, is beyond the grasp of those who live in the very shadow of such relics? Are they inspiration? Perhaps not. Perhaps they are they looming symbols of opression, exploitation, and interference–especially interference. One might not be able to construct such masterpieces, but one might be able to make a statement of one’s own: destruction, erasure. A fresh start on the same ground without the demons of the past casting their own silent, vaguely superior, input into the argument. I do not believe the people who would so these things are so simple as to be acting purely from malice. They are trying to carve their own path into the future, and their past haunts them.
It breaks my heart to see such a thing done to innocent piles of rocks, for they are no longer merely piles of rocks. They are the testament of a people long past, who left their statement hewn into the very earth: we were here. But on the other hand, when a fiercely independent people such as the Afghans once again rail at the intrusion and intervention of other peoples–as they have traditionally done for centuries–I can understand why they consider such acts necessary.
They are trying to make a place that I’ll never understand, but I would like to think I understand why they do such things.
I wish they would reconsider.