1693
A straw for a pen
Eight years after the thatch went up at Vadakkankulam, he was in irons. On the eve of his death, in the prison at Oriyur, he wrote to his brethren. A straw served him for a pen, and his ink was charcoal moistened with his own spittle. “The only crime I am accused of is, that of having taught the law of Jesus Christ… as this crime is a virtue, the punishment cannot be otherwise than honourable to me.” The next morning he was beheaded, forty-five years old, and two and a half centuries later Rome named him a saint. To the wider Church he is a martyr of the far south. To Vadakkankulam he has always been Arulanandar, the priest it remembers as its founder, whose feast it keeps each February.
What this source establishes
St John de Britto, in his own hand, on the eve of his execution — the highest evidential tier there is. (The parish holds him as its founder; that is its own tradition. What is documented here is the letter.) Our ellipsis drops his “and of having combated the worship of idols”, the polemical half of his own sentence.