Modern thinkers and present problems : $b an approach to modern philosophy through its historySinger, Edgar A. (Edgar Arthur)
Philosophy
Modern thinkers and present problems : $b an approach to modern philosophy through its history
Singer, Edgar A. (Edgar Arthur)
Philosophers; Philosophy -- History
“All that has been accomplished on the earth against the higher orders
is as nothing compared with what the Jews have done: the Jews, that
priest-led people that finally contrived to have satisfaction of its
enemies by a complete upsetting of all their ethical standards, in
other words, by an act of intellectual revenge. It was the Jews who
with inexorable logic dared to deny the aristocratic equation (good =
lofty = powerful = beautiful = fortunate = god-favored) and who with
bottomless hatred--the hatred born of impotence--set their teeth in a
formula: to wit, ‘only the wretched are the good; only the poor, the
weak, the lowly are the good; the suffering, the sick, the unlovely are
indeed the only servants of God and the only ones blessed of God--while
you, O ye high and mighty, you are in all eternity the men of sin, of
violence, of lust, the insatiable, the Godless, and you shall be in
all eternity the unblessed, the accursed, the damned!’... With the
Jews begins the slave-morality, that morality which has a struggle of
two thousand years behind it, one which we fail to note to-day, just
because--it is victorious.”
The master is made to accept the slave-morality, the tyrant is
made afraid! Our English poet Browning has given a picture of this
moment in history which surpasses even Nietzsche’s in vividness. The
man-forsaken, cowering yonder in his selfless humility--tempts the
tyrant to wring from him one gesture of rebellion, one word that
suggests pride of self. In vain! The slave’s arm of defense is just
non-resistance, just a mimicry of non-entity.
When sudden ... how think ye the end?
Did I say “without friend”?
Say rather, from marge to blue marge
The whole sky grew his targe
With the sun’s self for visible boss,
While an Arm ran across
Which the earth heaved beneath like a breast
Where the wretch was safe prest!
Do you see? Just my vengeance complete,
The man sprang to his feet,
Stood erect, caught at God’s skirts, and prayed!
--So, _I_ was afraid!
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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