The Glebe 1914/04 (Vol. 2, No. 1): CollectsTraubel, Horace
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The Glebe 1914/04 (Vol. 2, No. 1): Collects
Traubel, Horace
American essays -- 20th century; Literature, Modern -- 20th century -- Periodicals
dead to end with. They're a rum lot. They're worth a hundred cents on
the dollar and up in the labor market. They're worth about ten cents on
the dollar and under on the social plane. My God! but they're a scabby
bunch. It makes me sick to see them. Look at them as they work their
treadmill. Don't they give themselves away? Right and left, north and
south, look where you choose: they are the slobbering tobaccoey
stay-behinds and passbacks of the dumpheap. Every mother's son of 'em
useful to me maybe but useless to themselves. Down in their luck, to be
sure. But sentenced for life just the same. The jackjohnsons of society.
The refuse of birth and death. The clods. The dullards. The heavyfooted
and heavyheaded bowlegs and knock-knees. The slave asses yoked to an
inescapable burden. Who are you that you dont belong? Are you of us few
or of their very many? Are you of the interest bearing rent collecting
profit class or do you fester in these maggoty bottoms of fate? Stay
where you fall no matter how far down you are. Dont try to climb. We
shove you all over the cliff again. We throw dust in your eyes. We
confuse you in clouds of verbiage. We disarm you. We have laws to make
you afraid. We have creeds to make you hopeless. We have poets who kill
you with pensive despairs. Do you dare aspire to anything? Stay where
you are in your deep mud. There is no above to you. No beyond. No ease.
No dreamworld. You were condemned before you were born. You remain
condemned while you live. And you will continue condemned when you
become the dung in the barnyard at last. A woman heard me expressing my
race faith. She asked me: "How would you like to have a grandchild with
a black skin?" That was it. That was the whole devilish poisonous story.
The entire problem prejudice in a nutshell. She didn't ask: How would
you like to have a grandchild with a black soul? That would have meant
something. But she wasn't interested in souls. She was interested in
skins. How would I like to have a grandchild with a black skin. What is
the color of your skin?
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