If we are asked how we can expect any folk ever to dominate in the
world as a power everywhere spreading freedom and imparting its
benefits to all, when in all the history of the past such a thing is
not recorded of any people, we reply that it is useless to talk to us
in Africa of what has been, as though it of necessity limited what
shall be in the world of human growth. Outside our doors, even as we
write and think, sits cowering the little human ape Bushman, and, when
we turn from him to the Kaffir working in our kitchen and the bust
of Shakespeare on the mantleshelf, we do not only hope and believe
but we see physically before our material eyes the infinite growth of
humanity, the unmeasurable power of change and the arrival of entirely
new traits which is possible in the human creature. You may as well
try to stop a great people on its line of growth by telling it that
no people has ever done before what they are attempting to do, as you
could stop the creative mind of a genius in its labour by telling it
that work had never been done before. "Exactly so," replies the artist,
"I know man has never seen the face I see and am trying to paint or
the fact I see and am trying to record; that is my joy, I am doing
an entirely new thing and through me humanity grows a little in a new
direction."
It is exactly because we believe no nation on the earth has ever
manifested just this desire, not only to be free, but to make free,
that we are filled with an almost infinite hope as to our function and
future. This is why we value it more highly than all the qualities
we share with other peoples. It is our stroke of genius, our new
contribution to human growth.
If we are asked how, looking round on the little world of South Africa
to-day, we dare to entertain such lofty conceptions of the function
and future of our race, we reply: "Yes, we dare." We are not blind
to the self-seeking and injustice which surround us on every hand.
We are not for a moment blind to the fact that sometimes, where we
seem to be defending the Native, we are merely using him as a rod
with which to strike our white brothers of another speech; we do not
forget that English hands have in this country flogged men to death
and that, because the man killed was of a dark race, we as an English
community have not dared to do more than inflict a fine. We are aware
how devoid of any consciousness of large racial function are a mass of
our English-speaking folk and how completely devoid of any aim but that
of self-betterment are numbers of our units; but, looking these facts
directly in the face and allowing all they mean, we yet do not give up
hope.
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