Prejudices, third seriesMencken, H. L. (Henry Louis)
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Prejudices, third series
Mencken, H. L. (Henry Louis)
American essays -- 20th century; American literature -- History and criticism; Literature -- History and criticism
Every time an officer of the constabulary, in the execution of his just
and awful powers under American law, produces a compound fracture of
the occiput of some citizen in his custody, with hemorrhage, shock,
coma and death, there comes a feeble, falsetto protest from specialists
in human liberty. Is it a fact without significance that this protest
is never supported by the great body of American freemen, setting aside
the actual heirs and creditors of the victim? I think not. Here, as
usual, public opinion is very realistic. It does not rise against the
policeman for the plain and simple reason that it does not question his
right to do what he has done. Policemen are not given night-sticks for
ornament. They are given them for the purpose of cracking the skulls of
the recalcitrant plain people, Democrats and Republicans alike. When
they execute that high duty they are palpably within their rights.
The specialists aforesaid are the same fanatics who shake the air with
sobs every time the Postmaster-General of the United States bars a
periodical from the mails because its ideas do not please him, and
every time some poor Russian is deported for reading Karl Marx, and
every time a Prohibition enforcement officer murders a bootlegger who
resists his levies, and every time agents of the Department of Justice
throw an Italian out of the window, and every time the Ku Klux Klan or
the American Legion tars and feathers a Socialist evangelist. In brief,
they are Radicals, and to scratch one with a pitchfork is to expose a
Bolshevik. They are men standing in contempt of American institutions
and in enmity to American idealism. And their evil principles are no
less offensive to right-thinking and red-blooded Americans when they
are United States Senators or editors of wealthy newspapers than when
they are degraded I. W. W.’s throwing dead cats and infernal machines
into meetings of the Rotary Club.
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