They Who Knock at Our Gates: A Complete Gospel of ImmigrationAntin, Mary
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They Who Knock at Our Gates: A Complete Gospel of Immigration
Antin, Mary
Noncitizens -- United States; United States -- Emigration and immigration
For such an inconsequential whim as that men should be free to pray
in any way they choose, the Pilgrim Fathers betook themselves to a
wilderness peopled with savages, preferring to die by the tomahawk
rather than submit to clerical authority. The free admission of
immigrants is not half so rash an adventure, and the thing to be gained
by it is a more obvious good than that of freedom of worship. Even
a child can understand that it is better for human beings, be they
Russians or Italians or Greeks, to get into a country where there is
enough to eat and enough to wear, where nobody is permitted to abuse
anybody else, and where story-books are given away, than it is to
live in countries where starvation and cruel treatment is the lot of
multitudes.
No man worthy of the name will deny that moral paralysis is a worse
evil than congestion of the labor market, and moral paralysis creeps
on us whenever we throw down the burden of duty to recline in the lap
of comfort. We shall see no prodigies in the ranks of our children
as long as we are ruled by the calculating commercial spirit which
takes nothing on faith, which spurns as impracticable whatever is not
easily negotiable, and repudiates our debt to the past as something
too fantastic for serious consideration. Before the present era of
prosperity set in, a scoffer who would brand as superstition the
ideas for which our forefathers died would not have spoken with the
expectation of being applauded, as he does to-day. Worldly things, like
comfort, position, security, and what is called success, have absorbed
our attention to such a degree that some of us have forgotten that there
is any good save the good of the flesh. Possessions have crowded out
aspirations, the applause of the world has become more necessary than
the inner satisfactions, and the whole horizon of life is filled with
the glaring bulk of an overwhelming prosperity.
No wonder a prophet like Edward Everett Hale was moved to pray before
his assembled congregation, "Deliver us, O Lord! from our terrible
prosperity." He saw what the worship of fleshly good did to our
children: how it stripped from them the wings of higher ambition, and
shackled their feet, that should be marching on to the conquest of
spiritual worlds, with the weight of false successes. "Deliver us, O
Lord! from our terrible prosperity," that our children may have burdens
to lift, that they may learn to clutch at things afar, and their sight
grow strong with gazing after visions. "Deliver us, O Lord! from our
terrible prosperity," that simplicity of life may strip from us all
sophistication, till we learn to honor the dreamers in our midst, and
our prophets have a place in the councils of the nation.
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