Pray You, Sir, Whose Daughter?Gardener, Helen H. (Helen Hamilton)
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Pray You, Sir, Whose Daughter?
Gardener, Helen H. (Helen Hamilton)
Fiction
"But notwithstanding these facts and opinions, one sometimes finds in
the Bible things that are true. Sometimes they are not only true, but
they are also good. Again they are good in fact, in sentiment, and in
diction. Now when this sort of conjunction occurs, I am strongly moved
to drop for the time such differences as I may have with other portions
and sentiments, and give due credit where credit is due.
"Therefore, when I find in the tenth chapter of Proverbs this: 'The rich
man's wealth is his strong city; the destruction of the poor is their
poverty,' I shake hands with the author, and travel with him for this
trip at least. The prophet does not say that their destruction is
ignorance, or vice, or sin, or any of the ordinary blossoms of poverty
which it is the fashion to refer to as its root. He tells us the
truth--the destruction of the poor _is_ their _poverty._
"And who are the poor? Are they not those who, in spite of their labor,
their worth, and their value to the state as good citizens are still
dependent upon the good-will--the charity, I had almost said--of someone
else who has power over the very food they have earned a hundred times
over, and the miserable rags they are allowed to wear instead of the
broadcloth they have earned? Are they not those who, because of economic
conditions, are suppliants where they should be sovereign citizens,
dependents where they should be free and independent and self-respecting
persons?"
"Right you are!" "Drive it home!" came with the applause from the
audience.
"Are they not those who must obey oppressive laws made by those who
legislate against the helpless and in favor of the powerful? Are they
not those whose voices are silenced by subjection, whose wishes and
needs are trampled beneath the feet of the controlling class?"
The applause was ready now and instant. Avery paused. There was silence.
"And who are these?" he asked, and paused again.
"What class of people more than any other--more than all others--fits
and fills each and every one of these queries?" "Laboring men!" shouted
several. "All of us!" "No," said Avery, "you are wrong. To all of
you--to all so-called laboring men they do apply; but more than to
these, in more insidious ways, do they apply to laboring women. To all
women, in fact; for no matter how poor a man is, his wife and daughters
are poorer; no matter how much of a dependent he is, the woman is more
so, for she is the dependent of a dependent, the serf of a slave, the
chattel of a chattel! The suppliant, not only for work and wage, but the
suppliant at the hands of sex power for equality with even the man who
is under the feet and the tyranny of wealth. They share together that
tyranny and poverty, but he thrusts upon her alone the added outrage of
sex subjugation and legal disability." He paused, and held up his hand.
Then he said, slowly, making each word stand alone:--
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