“Wilson was not big enough. He had the future of civilisation in his
hands, but his power was filched from him, and he never knew until
the end that he had lost it. He was like a simple Gulliver among the
Liliputians. They tied him down with innumerable threads of cotton
while he slept in self-complacency with a sense of righteousness. He was
slow-thinking among quick-witted people. He stated a general principle,
and they drafted out clauses which seemed to fulfil the principle while
violating it in every detail. They juggled with facts and figures so
that black seemed white through his moral spectacles, and he said Amen
to their villainy, believing that God had been served by righteousness.
Bit by bit they broke his pledges and made a jigsaw puzzle of them so
artfully that he believed they were uncracked. Little by little they
robbed him of his honour, and he was unaware of the theft. In preambles
and clause headings and interpretations they gave lip-service to the
fourteen points upon which the armistice was granted, and to which the
allied nations were utterly pledged, not only to the Germans and all
enemies, but to their own people. Not one of those fourteen points is
in the reality of the Treaty. There has been no self-determination of
peoples. Millions have been transferred into unnatural boundaries. There
have been no open covenants openly arrived at. The Conference was within
closed doors. The clauses of the Peace Treaty were kept secret from the
world until an American journalist got hold of a copy and sent it to
his paper. What has become of the equality of trade conditions and the
removal of economic barriers among all nations consenting to peace?
Sonny, Europe has been carved up by the spirit of vengeance, and
multitudes of men, women and children have been sentenced to death by
starvation. Another militarism is enthroned above the ruin of German
militarism. Wilson was hoodwinked into putting his signature to a peace
of injustice which will lead by desperation to world anarchy and strife.
When he understands what thing he has done he will be stricken by a
mortal blow to his conscience and his pride.”
“Doctor,” I said, “there is still hope in the League of Nations. We must
all back that.”
He shook his head.
“The spirit has gone out of it. It was born without a soul. I believe
now that the future welfare of the world depends upon a change of heart
among the peoples, inspired by individuals in all nations who will work
for good and give a call to humanity, indifferent to statesmen, treaties
and Governments.”
“The International League of Good-will?”
He nodded and smiled.
“Something like that.”
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