Science fiction; Speculative fiction; United States -- Politics and government -- Fiction
With pardonable professional pride, you have also
alluded to the existence of a police headquarters, but under primitive
conditions such a place would be needless, for the causes which bring
about the majority of crimes in a civilized community would not exist.
In a word, the primitive tribesmen to whom I have referred would be
safe as to their liberty, their homes, their health and their morality,
whereas under civilization, and in return for the artificial and really
superfluous adjuncts it has to offer, these primitive people must
become industrial slaves and rent-sweaters and must surround themselves
with all the evils arising from corruption, crime, immorality and
disease. Who, I ask you, is the happier? The tribesman procuring his
means of livelihood at will by fishing in rivers or in streams, or
scouring the woods and the plains in search of game, or the free-man
in name, but industrial slave in verity, who under the beneficent sway
of our modern civilization ekes out a miserable subsistence in some
sweatshop of the city at a dollar and a half a day.”
“I must admit your tribesman would seem to have the best of it,”
declared Mr. Kearns.
“And look, too, at the social relations,” continued the Professor.
“In primitive life, the savage maiden mates according to her fancy,
according to the promptings of her heart. In modern civilization, if
we are to judge from what we so often read and hear, a great number
of marriages turn upon the question of position, or of money, rather
than of true affection. Winsome May, stung by her necessities or her
ambition, offers herself up to chill December, or, her dainty flesh
quivering with repulsion, surrenders herself into the arms of hoary
Midas, and the children of such union are the offspring of Gluttony
mated with Disgust. You see, these are questions which affect the very
life blood of the nation! In this and a hundred other ways, the tide
of social life is interfered with and changed by the ever present
influence of that one controlling factor in civilized life--money,
money, money! Upon my word, it would seem as if the primitive tribesman
had much better, in the interests of his true happiness and well-being,
remain as he is!”
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