A Superior Race as Seen by Aristotle
Thomas N. Ashton
[Reprinted from Land and Freedom, March-April
The land that will produce luscious fruits, beautiful flowers, useful
cereals," said Aristotle 300 years before Christ came to teach
His principles, "will also produce a greater crop; that is, it
will produce superior men and women, because man is a partner of all
he sees and hears and grows through what he does, and the victories
over unkind Nature are his."
Little did this teacher of Alexander the Great dream that the day
would come when man, by means of private appropriation of public
land-values would plunge illiterate humanity into such miserable
poverty that luscious fruits would lie rotting in the shade of the
trees which bore them, whilst man and woman went hungry for fruit;
that weeds would grow in wild and rank abandon because the building
site on which they flourished then appeared to be less valuable for
taxation purposes; that cereals, lacking a market among hungry men and
their families, would be burned for fuel.
Little did Aristotle dream that as humanity advanced in the arts and
sciences the products of its ingenuity, labor and co-operation would
be taken from it in the form of monopoly rent and taxes; that rather
than a race of superior men and women there would be driven into
economic slavery boys and girls from the age of six years and upwards
whom, as an eye-witness of national fame avers, death sets free "inside
of four years". Laboring from six in the morning until seven in
the evening, "these weakened pigmies" munched in silence
their meagre lunches and then "toppled over in sleep on the floor".
The superior race envisioned by Aristotle proved to be, in part, mill
operatives consisting of "dozens of little girls of, say, seven
years of age wearing only one garment, a linsey-woolsey dress";
sleep-locked little tots who, at the expiration of the lunch period,
were shouted at, shaken, cuffed and even kicked into wakefulness to
resume their dulled watch for broken threads in the spinning frames a
long, weary watch carried on in monotonous repetition as little feet
ceaselessly paced up and down the alleys between rumbling machines a
terrific rumble which "reduced nervous sensation in a few months
to the minimum" a deadened nervous system in which "the
child does not think, he ceases to suffer memory is as dead as hope :
no more does he long for the green fields, the running streams, the
freedom of the woods, and the companionship of all the wild, free
things that run, climb, fly, swim or burrow ... memory is seared,
physical vitality is at such low ebb that he ceases to suffer. Nature
puts a short limit on torture by sending insensibility."
This is the true picture of Aristotle's superior race as it existed a
few decades ago in these United States. If there be alive today any of
these seven or eight year old tots who, having worked in a mill a
year, "could never learn to read", they now should be in the
prime of life well under two score years and ten. We wonder if the
report of the writer on sociology accurately forecast the future of
these little boys and girls "a year in the milts and he loses his
capacity to play; and the child that cannot play, cannot learn."
The same old tax system totters on. Publicly-created land-values are
garnered into private pockets; privately-created wealth is publicly
confiscated by legal sanction, legal decree and legal rigmarole wealth
which comes practically in its entirety from the none-too-large wages
of ninety-five per cent of our population wages which now are being
augmented by WPA and PWA jobs created for many millions of unemployed
men and women whom Aristotle once visualized as a superior race which
was to come long after the ancient and venerable philosopher had made
his last observation.
In this land which is thought to be "the land of the free and
the home of the brave" there might have been the superior race in
fact which it pleased the old-time philosopher to contemplate. Ten or
fifteen millions of unemployed men and women have become superior in
one or two respects superior in the art of doing unnecessary "projects"
superior in the art of doing them over again, and all because our tax
system cast in plaster of Paris "precedents" born in the
oppressive dignity of "law" has hobble-hitched and hog-tied
industry until it palpitates back and forth between tax-assessor
sweats and labor-union chills.
If there be alive today any of these tiny tots we wonder what
contribution they have made to Aristotle's superior race. We wonder if
the children of these children are boys and girls of promising
physique well educated and ready to advance this superior race one
more generation toward superlative superiority. Or are the children of
these children yet in the aftermath of man's inhumanity to children?
I thought to lift one of the little toilers to ascertain his weight.
Straightway through his thirty-five pounds of skin and bones there ran
a tremor of fear, and he struggled toward a broken thread. I attracted
his attention by a touch, and offered him a silver dime. He looked at
me dumbly, from a face that might have belonged to a man of sixty, so
furrowed, tightly drawn and full of pain it was. He did not reach for
the money 'he did not know what it was. I tried to stroke his head and
caress his cheek. My smile of friendship meant nothing to him he
shrank from my touch, as though he expected punishment. A caress was
unknown to this child, sympathy had never been his portion, and the
love of a mother who only a short time before held him in her arms,
had all been forgotten in the whir of wheels and the awful silence of
a din that knows no respite.
There were dozens of just such children in this particular mill. A
physician who was with me said that they would all be dead, probably
in two years, and their places filled with others there were plenty
more. Pneumonia carries off most of them. Their systems are ripe for
disease, and when it comes, there is no rebound no response. Medicine
simply does not act nature is whipped, beaten, discouraged, and the
child sinks into a stupor, and dies. If it is God's purpose to let us
discover in ourselves the depths of our depravity the stench of our
social stinks the degree of hardness in our hearts the verity of our
vanity is improving upon the laws of Nature the pomposity of our
professorial piffle the banal ballyhoo of our stuttering statesmen the
petrified culture of our pretentious aristocracy if all these
discoveries are His purpose then our stupid slowness in awakening to
our inhumanity o'er tops all other weaknesses, greed and avarice,
poll-parrot pretensions and self-centeredness which consumes our days
from birth to death.
Occasionally there is a commotion among the well-buttered faces of
those who cling tenaciously to things-as-they-are. Occasionally
someone takes up the battle in behalf of the economic slaves who dully
look with suspicion upon the pioneers who would save these slaves who
have been led to believe that "the poor ye have always with you"
was a command, not a warning. Occasionally a Luther, a Savonarola, an
Emerson, a Garrison, a George, a McGlynn has stepped forth with
vehement protest against this economic servitude only to be classed as
a renegade by those who believe that poverty is essential to dividends
and to "capital".
In 1900 the superior race envisioned by Aristotle, nearly twenty-five
centuries before, easily could have marshalled, in one small area of
this nation, "twenty thousand pigmy bondsmen, half naked, half
starved, yellow, weakened, deformed in body, with drawn faces that
show spirits too dead to weep, too hopeless to laugh, too pained to
feel." Today ten or fifteen millions of fathers and mothers,
maturing sons and daughters, easily can dwarf in numbers these twenty
thousand pigmies as they form an army of unemployed dwarf them in
numbers, but not in shame, as the victims of a vicious tax system
which buys the so-called culture for a vainglorious aristocracy which
proudly bears a coat-of-arms in the sign of the almighty dollar.
The sweat-shops of Hester Street the depravity and degradation of
Whitechapel the Ghetto of Venice the mines of Siberia these have been
the incubators of Aristotle's superior race.