Hey Rub-a-dub-dub: A Book of the Mystery and Wonder and Terror of LifeDreiser, Theodore
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Hey Rub-a-dub-dub: A Book of the Mystery and Wonder and Terror of Life
Dreiser, Theodore
American essays -- 20th century
Well and good. The thing has substance enough even now in the face of
some setbacks and because of virgin soil and boundless untouched
opportunities, unharassed by war or slavery, which offer to physical
labor as well as to the imagination of those who come or who went before
us, great opportunity. Their success hitherto has been written into our
songs, our books, the public messages of our statesmen and patriots.
Even to this day, many who lack even a shadow of the substance of these
dreams are still dreaming, if not in their reality at least in their
possibility and eventuality here. I in my youth was one of these. I saw
in America what many others around me seemed to see: i. e., many if not
all of the things for which our forefathers fought and bled: generous,
protective and encouraging laws in all walks of life; an amazingly free
and unterrified press; a warm, sympathetic and encouraging educational
system reaching down to the poorest and humblest child and helping it to
rise and better its station; a real political referendum or ballot
system by which all projected laws and movements for the betterment and
control of the impulses and tendencies of the people were formulated and
with their consent;--and these seemed real enough.
Well?
Well, I still think we have a modicum of these things. The pressure of
the strong upon the weak is as yet not too grinding perhaps, and let us
hope may never be, although it is daily becoming sharper. The poor are
being put upon while being loudly told that they are not--fed on air and
kind words, as it were. The powerful are learning that the poor, here as
elsewhere, are either fools or, being poor, may not help themselves; a
very dangerous state of mind to begin with, I think.
* * * * *
Yes, in recent years a certain change has come over the spirit of our
original dreams. Our bright morning sky has been overcast with something
that was by no means foreseen by the charming and gracious idealists who
framed our Constitution and, better yet, our ideals. America, ungracious
as it may seem on the part of one who has prospered well enough in it,
is neither so free nor so liberal as many imagined it would be. Our
press, our school system, our laws, our political methods--do these
today answer to the incisive aspiration which was characteristic, or at
least was supposed to be characteristic, of the spirit of those who
generated the American Republic?
Let us see.
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