The Little Review, November 1914 (Vol. 1, No. 8) — John Shaqi
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Emma Goldman is one of the world’s great people; therefore, it is not
surprising to find her among the despised and rejected. Of course she is
as different from the popular conception of her as anyone could be. The
first thing you feel in meeting her is that indefinable something which
all great and true people have in common—a quality which seems to
proceed on some a priori principle that anything one feels deeply is
sublime. Then a sense of her great humanity sweeps upon you, and the
nobility of the idealist who wrenches her integrity from the grimest
depths. A terrible sadness is in her face—as though the suffering of
centuries had concentrated there in some deep personal struggle; and
through it shines that capacity for joy which becomes colossal in its
intensity and tragic in its disappointments. But the thing which takes
your heart in a grip, and thrusts you quickly into the position of the
small boy who longs to die for the object of his worship, is that
imperative gift of motherhood which is hers and which spends itself with
such utter prodigality upon all those who come to her for inspiration.
Emma Goldman has ministered to every kind of human being from convicts
to society women. She has no more idea of conservation than a lavish
springtime; and where she draws courage and endurance and inspiration
for it all will remain one of those mysteries which only the artist can
explain. A mountain-top figure, calm, vast, dynamic, awful in its
loneliness, exalted in its tragedy—this is Emma Goldman, “the daughter
of the dream,” as William Marion Reedy called her in an appreciation
written several years ago. “A dream, you say?” he asked, after sketching
her gospel. “Yes; but life is death without the dream.” In that rich
book of Alexander Berkman’s, _Prison Memoirs of an Anarchist_, she is
given a better name. “I have always called you the Immutable,” is the
way the author closes one of his letters to her. And this is the quality
which distinguishes Emma Goldman—a kind of eternal staunchness in which
one may put his fundamental trust.
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