Science fiction; Speculative fiction; United States -- Politics and government -- Fiction
“Another popular fallacy!” laughed the Colonel. “The people of the
United States are a brave people--valorous in war; pushing, clever,
enterprising in times of peace. They exalt national heroes to the skies
one day, only to pull them down the next. They are super-sensitive to
adverse criticism and delight in being told they are the greatest and
best of the earth. These are among their many little peculiarities, but
to describe them as a people strongly assertive of their rights is to
describe wrongly.”
“I can’t agree with you,” said the Professor bluntly.
“Look back fairly and impartially,” answered the Colonel gently, “and
I think you will find my words borne out. Take New York--your own
city and in your own times. Was ever in any land, or at any period,
such arbitrary disregard of the People’s rights submitted to with
practically not a murmur of dissent? Do you question this?”
“I will leave it to you to make out your own case,” retorted the
Professor.
“Make out my case,” returned the Colonel with warmth; “very well,
then! Is it or is it not true that valuable franchises belonging to
the People were acquired by trick and device far below their actual
value? Is it or is it not true that official corruption was openly
and notoriously rampant on every side; that judges sat upon the
bench because they were the political creatures of a political boss;
nominated and elected, not because of their integrity, or knowledge
of the Law, but at the behest of a party leader? The same conditions
prevailed amongst the prosecuting officers, so that Justice itself
was sullied at her very fountain head. Your police force was nothing
more nor less than an organized banditti, clothed with the uniform
of law and order and paid by the People; but dispensing oppression
and levying blackmail right and left. Am I citing individual cases,
or acts done occasionally and in secrecy? Indeed not! The chronicles
of your time recite that all this was a matter of daily occurrence
and common notoriety--that the very children making mud pies in your
gutters knew of it. Then, too, the pages of municipal history are
seared with the shameful record of an executive officer who, with
others, manipulated a corner in a certain product necessary to the rich
and poor. The chronicles record how the conspirators controlling the
corner forced up the price at a time when the product was most needed
to relieve suffering. The price was prohibitive to the poor. And the
women and the little children in your teeming tenements laid down their
lives--hundreds upon hundreds of them. But the corner was piling up
money for your officer and his associates, and they heeded not the
cries of death and despair. The papers of the time were replete with
itemized accounts of the suffering, but none raised a hand to stop the
iniquity. Is this true, or does history lie?”
“But the People,” exclaimed the Professor, “were not responsible--they
did not approve----”
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