Didactic fiction; Political fiction; Social problems -- Fiction
"I'm an American. What I've been saying to you Jews applies equally to
my own people. But at least I can say this for myself. It isn't much,
but it's more than you can say. My ancestors fought for Liberty. Back in
1776 some of my forebears thought enough of independence to risk not
only their jobs--but their lives. My father valued human freedom enough
in the sixties to fight for it.
"Do you want some one to give you Liberty?--to hand it to you on a
platter? You come here, hundreds of thousands every year, from the
oppression of mediæval Europe, because here in America men of a
different race and creed have bought some measure of freedom with their
blood. Not perfect Liberty--far from it. But we had to fight for the
little we have.
"You're disappointed in America. You curse the bosses who enslave you.
But think a moment. Why should you be free? There's nothing in life
worth having, which doesn't have to be striven for. One of the American
Revolutionists said, 'Eternal vigilance is the price of Liberty.' Have
you been vigilant?
"To-day the age-old fight for Liberty is being fought out in
Industry--between Capital and Labor. What part in it are the Jews of
America going to take? Are you going to submit servilely to injustice,
in the vain hope that some one else will win Justice for you? Or are you
going to follow the footsteps of the glorious fighters of your race,
like Heine and Marx? Are you going to beg for Liberty or join the Army
of Liberation, pay your share of the price and have the proud right to
claim your share of the Victory?
"I know your history. I know how the ages of oppression have bent your
backs. I know your poverty. But did you come to America to transplant
here these old traditions of servitude? No. You came in search of a
broader life, a larger measure of Freedom. Well. Just like every one
else you'll have to fight for it. You've got to sacrifice for it.
You've got to be ready to die for it.
"What are the most servile, down-trodden, abject trades in the city? The
sweated garment trades. Who works in them? Jews. Where are the
rottenest, vilest tenements? On the East Side. Who lives in them? Jews.
You are the worst-paid, hardest-driven, least-considered people in New
York. You are willing to work in sweat-shops. You consent to live in
dumbbell tenements. You submit to injustice.
"You haven't joined the fight, although the Jew can fight when he wants
to. I've no quarrel with these 'skirt-finishers.' But the fact remains
that--with a few glorious exceptions--the great mass of your people have
preferred a new serfdom to the trouble of earning Liberty. The Chosen
People are watching the combat from a safe distance.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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