in the majority?) could suppress the free movements of the minority by
enacting their ignorance into laws.
Thus it will be seen that he looked forward to free Socialism as the
industrial ideal; the requirements of that ideal are laid down in his
"Economics of Anarchy."
A few of his caustic sentences may here be quoted:
"The Statist assumes that rights increase in some metaphysical manner,
and become incarnate in half the whole plus one."
"Politics discovers wisdom by taking a general poll of ignorance."
"Every appeal to legislation to do aught but _undo_ is as futile as
sending a flag of truce to the enemy for munitions of war."
"When Caesar conquered Greece, he subjugated Olympus, and the Gods now
measure tape behind counters with Christian decorum."
Lum had faith in humankind. He always trusted the people; the people
that maligned him, the people that injured him, the people that killed
him. When I asked him once why he did not get angry at an individual who
industriously circulated lies about him, he answered with a twinkling
laugh, "For the same reason that I don't kick the house-cat." And yet he
had an abiding faith in that man, and other similar men, to work out the
judgments of the human race, undisturbed by the fact that they let their
only honest leaders die in garrets.
And underneath the speculative philosopher who confused you with long
words; underneath the cold logician who mercilessly scouted at
sentiment; underneath the pessimistic poet that sent the mournful cry of
the whip-poor-will echoing through the widowed chambers of the heart,
that hung and sung over the festival walls of Life the wreaths and
dirges of Death; underneath the gay joker who delighted to play tricks
on politicians, police and detectives; was the man who took the children
on his knees and told them stories while the night was falling, the man
who gave up a share of his own meagre meals to save five blind kittens
from drowning; the man who lent his arm to a drunken washerwoman whom he
did not know, and carried her basket for her, that she might not be
arrested and locked up; the man who gathered four-leafed clovers and
sent them to his friends, wishing them "all the luck which superstition
attached to them"; the man whose heart was beating with the great common
heart, who was one with the simplest and the poorest.
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