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  The
  Republic of the Future




  The
  Republic of the Future

  OR

  SOCIALISM A REALITY


  BY

  ANNA BOWMAN DODD.

  AUTHOR OF “OLD CATHEDRAL DAYS,” ETC.




  CASSELL & COMPANY, LIMITED,
  739 & 741 BROADWAY, NEW YORK.




  COPYRIGHT,
  1887,
  By O. M. DUNHAM.




  Press W. L. Mershon & Co.,
  Rahway, N. J.




  LETTERS FROM A
  SWEDISH NOBLEMAN LIVING IN THE 21ST CENTURY
  TO A FRIEND IN CHRISTIANIA.




_The Republic of the Future._




I.


                                          NEW YORK SOCIALISTIC CITY,

                                                December 1st, 2050 A. D.

DEAR HANNEVIG:

At last, as you see, my journey is safely accomplished, and I am fairly
landed in the midst of this strange socialistic society. To say that I
was landed, is to make use of so obsolete an expression that it must
entirely fail to convey to you a true idea of the processes of the
journey. Had I written--I was safely _shot_ into the country--this
would much more graphically describe to you the method of my arrival.

You may remember, perhaps, that before starting I found myself in very
grave doubt as to which route to take--whether to come by balloon or
by tunnel. As the latter route would enable me to enjoy an entirely
novel spectacle, that of viewing sub-marine scenery, I chose, and
wisely I now know, to come by the Pneumatic Tube Electric Company. The
comforts and luxuries of this sub-marine route are beyond belief. The
perfection of the contrivances for supplying hot and cold air, for
instance, during the journey, are such that the passengers are enabled
to have almost any temperature at command. The cars are indeed marked
70° Fahr., 80° and 100°. One buys one’s seat according to his taste
for climate. Many of the travellers, I noticed, booked themselves for
the bath department, remaining the entire journey in the Turkish,
Russian, vapor or plunge departments--as the various baths attached
to this line surpass a Roman voluptuary’s dream of such luxuries.
I, however, never having been through the great tunnel before, was
naturally more interested in what was passing so swiftly before my
eyes. The speed at which we were shot was terrific--five miles to the
minute--making the journey of three thousand miles just ten hours long.
In spite of the swiftness of our transit, we were enabled by the aid
of the instantaneous photographic process, as applied to opera-glasses
and telescopes, to feel that we lost nothing by the rapidity of our
meteor-like passage. I was totally unprepared for the beauties and
the novelties which met my eye at every turn. The sight-seers’ car
is admirably arranged. Fancy being able to take in all the wonders
of ocean-land through large glass port-holes in the concave sides of
circular cars. The tube itself, which is of iron, enormously thick, has
glass sides, also of huge thickness, running parallel with the windows
of the car so that the view is unobstructed. The sensations awakened,
therefore, both by the novelty of the situation and by the wonders we
passed in review, combined to make the journey thrillingly exciting. We
were swept, for instance, past armies of fishes, beautiful to behold in
such masses, shimmering in their opalescent armor as they rose above,
or sank out of sight into the depths below. The sudden depressions and
abrupt elevations of the sea-level made the scenery full of diversity.
There was a great abundance of color, with the vivid crimson of
the coralline plants and the delicate pinks and yellows of the many
varieties of the sub-marine flora. It seemed at times as if we were
caught in a liquid cloud of amber, or were to be enmeshed in a grove of
giant sea-weeds.

Beyond all else, however, in point of interest, was the spectacle
of the wholesale cannibalism going on among the finny tribes, a
cannibalism which still exists, in spite of the persistent and
unwearying exertions of the numerous Societies for the Prevention of
Cruelty among Cetacea and Crustacea. We passed any number of small
boats darting in and out among the porpoises, dolphins and smaller
fish, delivering supplies (of proper Christian food) and punishing
offenders. A sub-marine missionary, who chanced to sit next to me,
told me that of all vertebrate or invertebrate animals, the fish is
the least amenable to reformatory discipline; fishes appear to have
been born, he went on to say, without the most rudimentary form of the
moral instinct, and, curiously enough, only flourish in proportion as
they are allowed to act out their original degenerate nature. He also
confessed privately to me, that after some twenty-five years active
work among them, the results of his labors were most discouraging.
Since, however, the Buddhistic doctrine of metempsychosis has come to
be so universally accepted, and as each one of these poor creatures is
in reality a soul in embryo, it behoves mankind to do all that lies in
its power to elevate all tribes and species.

As you may well imagine, my dear Hannevig, with such spectacles and
speculations to enliven the journey, I found it all too short. Its
shortness was, in truth, the only drawback to my complete enjoyment.
The wonders of the journey, I found, were, however, only a fitting
prelude to the surprises that awaited me on my arrival. I leave an
account of both these surprises and of my first impressions of the
great city until my next letter, as this one, I find, has already grown
to the proportions of an ancient epistle.

  I am, my dear Hannevig,

                         Your life-long friend and comrade,

                                                               WOLFGANG.




II.


DEAR HANNEVIG:

The three days’ time which has elapsed since my last letter to you, has
been so crowded with a confusion of bewildered impressions produced
by this astonishing city and its still more astonishing inhabitants,
that I am in doubt whether I shall be able to convey to you any clearer
pictures than those which fill the disordered canvas of my own mind. I
will, however, strive to reproduce my experiences in the order in which
they came to me, and allow you to draw your own conclusions.

The first amazing thing that happened to me was the way in which I
reached my hotel. Fancy being blown up on the shore, for the pneumatic
tube being many hundreds of feet below the shore level, we were
literally blown up on the beach; there we found air-balloon omnibuses,
into which we and our luggage were transported by means of little
electrical cars, running on an inclined plane. The balloon rose about
a thousand feet into the air, affording a fine view of the city. Great
is not a large enough word to describe so vast a city as this city of
the Socialists--it has the immensity of an unending plain, and the
flatness of one also. In former times, I believe, the original city was
an island, on either side of which flowed a river; but as more and more
land became necessary new channels for these rivers were dug, and the
river-beds filled in, so that now, far as the eye can reach, there is
a limitless expanse of roof-tops.

As seen from an aerial elevation, there was nothing to attract the eye
from the picturesque standpoint--there were few large buildings of
noticeable size or beauty. The city was chiefly remarkable because of
its immensity. When landed at my hotel I found these first impressions
confirmed by a nearer view.

First let me tell you, however, that after entering the vestibule of
the hotel, I felt as if I had stepped into some dwelling of gnomes or
sprites. Not a human being presented himself. No one appeared to take
my luggage, nor was a clerk or hall boy visible anywhere. The great
hall of the hotel was as deserted and silent as an empty tomb; at first
I could not even discover a bell. Presently, however, I saw a huge iron
hand pointing to an adjacent table. On the table lay a big book with a
placard on which was printed, “_Please write name, country, length of
stay and number of rooms desired_.” All of which I did. The book then
miraculously closed itself and disappeared! The next instant a tray
made its appearance where the book had been, on the tray was a key,
and on the key a tag with a number and the words, “_Take elevator at
your left to third flight_.” The elevator as I stepped into it, stopped
as if by magic at the third story, when another iron hand shot out of
the wall, pointing me to the left. Soon I found the room assigned me,
opened it, and entered to discover the apartment in complete order, and
the faucets in the bath-chamber actually turned on!

My dear Hannevig, can you believe me when I tell you that I have
been in this hotel four mortal days, have eaten three substantial
meals a day, have been fairly comfortable, and yet have not seen a
human creature, from a landlord to a servant? The whole establishment
apparently is run by machinery. There is a complicated bell apparatus
which you ring for every conceivable want or need. Meals are served in
one’s own room, by a system of ingenious sliding shelves, which open
and shut, and disappear into the wall in the most wizard-like manner.
Of course the reason of all these contrivances is obvious enough. In a
society where labor of a degrading order is forbidden by law, machinery
must be used as its substitute. It is all well enough, I presume, from
the laborer’s point of view. But for a traveller, bent on a pleasure
trip, machinery as a substitute for a garrulous landlord, and a score
of servants, however bad, is found to be a poor and somewhat monotonous
companion. I amuse myself, however, with perpetually testing all the
bells and the electrical apparatus, calling for a hundred things I
don’t want, to see whether they will come through the ceiling or up the
floor.

Most of my time, however, is spent in the streets. My earlier
impressions of the city I find remain unchanged. It is as flat as your
hand and as monotonous as a twice-told tale. Never was there such
monotony or such dulness. Each house is precisely like its neighbor;
each house has so many rooms, so many windows, so many square feet of
garden, which latter no one cultivates, as flowers and grass entail
a certain amount of manual labor, which, it appears, is thought to
be degrading by these socialists. Imagine, therefore, miles upon
miles of a city composed of little two-story houses as like one unto
another as two brown nuts. There are parks and theatres and museums,
and libraries, the Peoples’ Clubs, and innumerable state buildings;
but these are all architecturally tasteless, as utility has been the
only feature considered in their construction. Every thing here,
from the laying out of the city to the last detail concerning the
affairs of commerce or trade is arranged according to the socialistic
principle--by the people for the People. The city itself was rebuilt a
hundred years ago, in order that the houses and the public buildings
might be in more fitting harmony with the new order and principles
of Socialism. What the older City of New York may have been, it is
difficult to determine, although it is supposed to have been ugly
enough. But this modern city is the very acme of dreariness. It is
the monotony I think, which chiefly depresses me. It is not that the
houses do not seem comfortable, clean and orderly, for all these
virtues they possess. But fancy seeing miles upon miles of little
two-story houses! The total lack of contrast which is the result of the
plan on which this socialistic city has been built, comes, of course,
from the principle which has decreed that no man can have any finer
house or better interior, or finer clothes than his neighbor. The
abolition of poverty, and the raising of all classes to a common level
of comfort and security, has resulted in the most deadening uniformity.
Take for example, the aspect of the shop windows. All shops are run by
the government on government capital; there is, consequently, neither
rivalry nor competition. The shop keepers, who are in reality only
clerks and salesmen under government jurisdiction, take naturally, no
personal or vital interest either in the amount of goods sold, or
in the way in which these latter are placed before the public. The
shop-windows, therefore, are as uninviting as are the goods displayed;
only useful, necessary objects and articles are to be seen. The eye
seeks in vain throughout the length and breadth of the city for any
thing really beautiful, for the lovely, or the rare. Objects of art and
of beauty find, it seems, no market here. Occasionally the Government
makes a purchase of some foreign work of art, or seizes on some of
those recently excavated from the ruins of some 19th century merchant’s
palace. The picture or vase is then placed in the museums, where the
people are supposed to enjoy its possession.

To connect the word enjoyment with the aspect of these serious
socialists is almost laughable. A more sober collection of people I
never beheld. They are as solemn as the oldest and wisest of owls.
They have the look of people who have come to the end of things and
who have failed to find it amusing. The entire population appear to be
eternally in the streets, wandering up and down, with their hands in
their pockets, on the lookout for something that never happens. What
indeed, is there to happen? Have they not come to the consummation of
everything, of their dreams and their hopes and desires? A man can’t
have his dream and dream it too. Realization has been found before now,
to be exceedingly dull play.

As it is, I am free to confess, that the dulness and apathy of these
ideally-perfect socialists weighs on me. My views of their condition
may change when I come to know them better.

It is late and I must close.

                                                      Ever yours,     W.




III.


Curiously enough, my dear fellow, the very next day after dispatching
my last, I found my self involved in a long and most interesting
conversation with the daughter of one of the city residents. I had
brought letters of introduction to a certain gentleman, and after a
search of some hours through the eternal labyrinth of these unending
streets, found the house to which I had been directed. The gentleman,
or rather citizen, as all men are called here, was not at home. I was,
however, received by his daughter, a plain but seemingly agreeable,
intelligent young woman. The women dress so exactly like the men in
this country that it is somewhat difficult to tell the sexes apart.
Women, however, usually betray themselves as soon as they speak, by
their voices.

This young lady had an unusually pleasant voice and manner, and we were
soon deep in the agreeable intricacies of a lengthy conversation. I had
any number of questions to ask, and she appeared to be most willing to
answer them.

My first question, I remember, was an eminently practical one. It
was on the subject of chimneys and cooking. I had noticed almost
immediately on my arrival that, throughout the entire city, not a
chimney was to be seen. It was this fact more than any other that gave
the city the appearance of a plain, and made the houses seem curiously
deformed. It naturally followed that, there being no chimneys, there
was also no smoke, which therefore made this already sufficiently clear
atmosphere as pure as the air on a mountain-top. All very beautiful,
I said to myself, but how do the people get along without cooking?
I, in my quality of stranger and foreigner, had made the interesting
discovery that my own meals were prepared to my taste by specially
appointed State cooks--a law only recently passed to facilitate
international relations. The latter, it appears, had become somewhat
strained, when travelers had found themselves forced to abide by the
rules and regulations governing the socialists’ diet. But what was
this diet? This was the mystery which had been puzzling me ever since
my arrival. When therefore I found myself face to face with my young
lady, I promptly implored her to solve my dilemma. “Oh,” she replied,
“cooking has gone out long ago. To do any cooking is considered
dreadfully old-fashioned.”

“Has eating also gone out of fashion in this wonderful country?” I
asked in amazement.

She laughed as she replied, “Eating hasn’t, but we do it in a more
refined way. Instead of kitchens we now have conduits, culinary
conduits.”

“Culinary conduits?” I asked, still in a daze of wonderment.

“Oh, I see you don’t understand,” she answered; “you haven’t been
here long enough to know how such things are arranged. Let me explain.
The State scientists now regulate all such matters. Once a month our
Officer of Hygiene comes and examines each member of the household. He
then prescribes the kind of food he thinks you require for the next
few weeks, whether it shall be more or less phosphates, or cereals, or
carnivorous preparations. He leaves a paper with you. You then touch
this spring--see?” and here she put her pretty white finger on a button
in the wall. “You whistle through the aperture to the Culinary Board,
put in the paper, and it is sent to the main office. You then receive
supplies for the ensuing month.”

“And where is this wonderful board?”

“It is in Chicago, where all the great granaries are. You know Chicago
supplies the food for the entire United Community.”

“But Chicago is a thousand miles off. Isn’t all the food stale by the
time it reaches you?”

Here she laughed, although I could see she tried very hard not to do
so. But my ignorance was evidently too amazingly funny. When she had
regained composure she answered: “The food is sent to us by electricity
through the culinary conduits. Every thing is blown to us in a few
minutes’ time, if it be necessary, if the food is to be eaten hot.
If the food be cereals or condensed meats, it is sent by pneumatic
express, done up in bottles or in pellets. All such food is carried
about in one’s pocket. We take our food as we drink water, wherever
we may happen to be, when it’s handy and when we need it. Although,”
she added with a sigh, “I sometimes do wish I had lived in the good
old times, in the nineteenth century, for instance, when such dear
old-fashioned customs were in vogue as having four-hour dinners, and
the ladies were taken into dinner by the gentlemen and every one wore
full dress--the dress of the period, and they used to flirt--wasn’t
that the old word? over their wine and dessert. How changed every thing
is now! However,” she quickly added, “if kitchens and cooking and long
dinners hadn’t been abolished, the final emancipation of women could
never have been accomplished. The perfecting of the woman movement was
retarded for hundreds of years, as you know, doubtless, by the slavish
desire of women to please their husbands by dressing and cooking to
suit them. When the last pie was made into the first pellet, woman’s
true freedom began. She could then cast off her subordination both to
her husband and to her servants. Women were only free, indeed, when
the State prohibited the hiring of servants. Of course, the hiring
of servants at all was as degrading to the oppressed class as it was
a clog to the progress of their mistresses’ freedom. The only way to
raise the race was to put every one on the same level, to make even
degrees of servitude impossible.”

“But how, may I be permitted to ask, is the rest of the housework
accomplished, if no servants exist to take charge of so pretty a house
as this one?” (The house, my dear Hannevig, was in reality hideous,
as bare and as plain as are all the houses here. Each is furnished by
state law, exactly alike).

“Oh, every thing is done by machinery, as at your hotel. Every thing,
the sweeping, bed making, window scrubbing and washing. Each separate
department has its various appliances and apparatus. The women of every
household are taught the use and management of the various machines,
you know, at the expense of the state, during their youth; when they
take the management of a house they can run it single-handed. Most
of the machinery goes by electricity. A house can be kept in perfect
order by two hours’ work daily. The only hard work which we still
have to do is dusting. No invention has yet been effected which dusts
satisfactorily without breakage to ornaments, which accounts for the
fact, also, that the fashion of having odds and ends about a home has
gone out. It was voted years ago by the largest women’s vote ever
polled, that since men could not invent self-adjusting, non-destructive
dusters, their homes must suffer. Women were not to be degraded to hand
machines for the sake of ministering to men’s æsthetic tastes. So you
see we have only the necessary chairs and tables. If men want to see
pictures they can go to the museums.”

Perhaps it is this latter fact which accounts for my never being able
to find the good citizen A---- at home. He is gone to the public club,
or to the bath, or to the Communal Theater, I am told, when I appear
again and again. This wonderful community has done much, of that I am
convinced, in the development of ideal freedom; but there appears to
be a fatal blight somewhere in its principles, a blight which seems to
have destroyed all delight in domestic life. In my next I will tell
you more and at length, of the peculiar development which the race has
attained under these now well-established emancipation doctrines, and
of their results on the two sexes.

I hope you are not wearying of my somewhat lengthy descriptions, but
you yourself are to blame, as you bound me to such rigid promises of
detail and accuracy.

Farewell, dear companion, would you were here to use your wiser
philosopher’s eyes.

                                              I am yours,      WOLFGANG.




IV.


DEAR FRIEND: No one thing, I think, strikes the foreigners eye, on
his arrival in this extraordinary land so strongly as does the lack
of variety and of taste displayed in the dress of either the men or
the women. Both sexes dress, to begin with, as I said in my last,
precisely alike. As it is one of the unwritten social laws of the
people to dress as simply, economically and sensibly as possible,
it results that there is neither brightness nor color nor beauty of
line in any of the garments worn. In passing the Government Clothing
Distribution Bureaus, nothing so forcibly suggests the ideal equality
existing between the sexes, as does the sight of the big and the little
trowsers, hanging side by side, quite unabashed, the straight and the
baggy legs being the only discernible difference. Baggy trowsers and a
somewhat long, full cloak for the women--straight-legged trowsers and a
shorter coat for the men, this is the dress of the entire population.
Some of the women are still pretty, in spite of their hideous clothes.
But they all tell me, they wouldn’t be if they could help it, as
they hold that the beauty of their sex was the chief cause of their
long-continued former slavery; they consider comeliness now as a brand
and mark of which to be ashamed. From what I have been able to observe,
however, I should say that the prettiness which has descended to some
of the women fails to awaken any old-time sentiment or gallantry on
the part of the men. There has, I learn, been a gradual decay of the
erotic sentiment, which doubtless accounts for the indifference among
the men; a decay which is due to the peculiar relations brought about
by the emancipation of woman.

It is now nearly two hundred years since women have enjoyed the same
freedom and rights as men. It is interesting and curious to note the
changes, both upon the character and nature of the two sexes, which has
been the result of this development. One’s first impression, in coming
here, is that women are the sole inhabitants of the country. One sees
them everywhere--in all the public offices, as heads of departments, as
government clerks, as officials, as engineers, machinists, aeronauts,
tax collectors, firemen, filling, in fact, every office and vocation
in civil, political and social life. The few men--by comparison, whom
I saw seemed to me to be allowed to exist as specimen examples of a
fallen race. Of course, this view is more or less exaggeration. But the
women here do appear to possess by far the most energy, vigor, vitality
and ambition. Their predominance in office just now is owing to their
over-powering number, the women’s vote polled being ten to one over
that of the men. This strong sex influence has been fruitful in greatly
changing and modifying the domestic, social and political laws of the
community.

Women, for instance, having satisfactorily emancipated themselves
from the bondage of domestic drudgery and the dominion of servants,
by means of the improvement in machinery and the invention of the
famous culinary conduits, found one obstacle still in their path to
complete and co-equal man-freedom. There still remained the children to
be taken care of and brought up. As motherhood came in course of time
to be considered in its true light, as perhaps the chief cause of the
degradation of women, it was finally abolished by act of legislature.
Women were still to continue to bear children, or else the socialistic
society itself would cease to be. A law was passed providing that
children almost immediately after birth, should be brought up, educated
and trained under state direction to be returned to their parents when
fully grown, and ready for their duties as men and women citizens. In
this way women stand at last on as absolutely equal a physical plane
with men as it is possible to make them.

It has followed, of course, that with the jurisdiction of the state
over the children of the community, all family life has died out. Men
and women live together as man and wife, but the relation between them
has become more nominal than real. It is significant of the changes
that have been brought about between the sexes, that the word “home”
has entirely dropped out of the language. A man’s house has in truth
ceased to be his home. There are no children there to greet him, his
wife, who is his comrade, a man, a citizen like himself, is as rarely
at home as he. Their food can be eaten anywhere--there is no common
board; there is not even a servant to welcome the master with a smile.
The word _wife_ has also lost all its original significance. It stands
for nothing. Husband and wife are in reality two men having equal
rights, with the same range of occupation, the same duties as citizens
to perform, the same haunts and the same dreary leisure.

Is it therefore, my dear Hannevig, to be wondered at, that all ideas
of love, and that all strong mutual attraction and affections should
have died out between the sexes? Man loves, longs for passionately
and protects with tender solicitude only that which is difficult to
conquer. The imagination must at least be inflamed. But where there
is no struggle, no opposition, no conditions which breed longing,
desire, or the poetry of a little healthy despair, how is love or any
sentiment at all to be awakened or kindled? Here there is no parental
authority to make a wall between lovers, nor is there inequality of
fortunes, nor any marked difference between the two sexes, even in
their daily duties or in their lives. I am more and more impressed with
the conviction, as I look into this question--this question of what we
should consider the growth of an abnormal indifference between the
sexes--that the latter cause is perhaps the one which has been chiefly
instrumental in the bringing about so complete a change over the face
of the passions. Woman has placed herself by the side of man, as his
co-equal in labor and vocation, only to make the real distance between
them the greater. She has gained her independence at the expense of her
strongest appeal to man, her power as mistress, wife and mother. How
can a man get up any very vivid or profound sentiment or affection for
these men-women--who are neither mothers nor housekeepers, who differ
in no smallest degree from themselves in their pursuits and occupation?
Constant and perpetual companionship, from earliest infancy to manhood
and old age has resulted in blunting all sense of any real difference
between the sexes. Whatever slight inequalities may still exist between
men and women in the matter of muscular energy or physical strength is
more than counterbalanced by the enormous disproportion between them,
numerically, as voters.

Some very curious and important political changes have been effected by
the preponderance of the women’s vote.

Wars, for instance, have been within the last fifty years declared
illegal. Woman found that whereas she was eminently fitted for all
men’s avocations in time of peace, when it came to war she made a
very poor figure of a soldier. Wars, therefore, were soon voted down;
foreign difficulties were adjusted by arbitration. As women, as a
rule, were sent on these foreign diplomatic missions, I have heard
it wickedly whispered that the chief cause of the usually speedy
conclusion of any trouble with a foreign court was because of the babel
of tongues which ensued: a foreign court being willing to concede any
thing rather than to continue negotiations with women-diplomatists. But
this of course, is to be put down to pure maliciousness. Women since
time immemorial, have had the best of man whenever it came to contests
of the tongue, and this appears to be the one insignia of their former
prestige which the sex insists on claiming.

In my next I shall try to give you some conception of the position
which man occupies, as a citizen and as worker in this community. I
shall, I think, also be able to give you some most interesting results
of the effects produced by the communistic, socialistic principles
which have been incorporated into the constitution of this people.

It is late and I am weary, so farewell for a few days.

                                           Ever and ever,      --------.




V.


--------;

More and more, as I study these institutions, am I reminded of the
resemblance between these American socialists and the ancient Spartans.
The Spartan was also a part of the State--had all things on a grand
Communal scale--had public games, public theaters, baths, museums and
festivals, was brought up by the state, his womenkind being considered
as a part of it.

In this modern community, however, there are two important features
which the simpler Spartans did not have to cope with. The Greeks stood
at the dawn of civilization. The American finds himself at what he
considers is the completion of it. Break away from his past as hard
as ever he may try, he has still found himself heir to this past, and
his heredity dominates him in spite of all his attempts to throw it
off. The Greeks, also, were a warlike people, and the American is a
peace lover, preferring the pipe to the sword. Perhaps above all else
in the sum of these differences ought we to remember, the great factor
of machinery as a substitute for manual labor. The sword raised man
out of the dust. The piston has levelled him with it. I believe, my
dear Hannevig, that if machinery had never been invented, socialism
would never have been dreamed of. Machinery was the true cause of the
conflict between capital and labor, and not the unequal distribution
of land, as the great founder of this Communal Society, Henry George,
asserted in this book, the bible of this people. Machinery needed
capital to run it, and was more or less indifferent to labor. The
laborer, with machinery as his rival, stood a far less possible chance
of becoming a capitalist himself than he did when battling against
men; his duties more and more closely resembling in their monotony
and routine, the very machine that he was called on to feed, in turn
re-acting on his natural aptitude.

However, to go into the depths of this knotty question involves too
much space for a letter. Let me, instead recall to your mind, as I
have recently done to my own, the chief features of importance in the
history of this people which have placed them where they now are.

You recollect, of course, the terrible reign of blood that took place
during the awful conflict between the republican Americans and the
socialists and anarchists in 1900. The war began, nominally, as an act
of resistance on the part of the Americans against the encroaching and
insistent demands of the socialists, demands covering the abolishment
of private ownership in land, of the division of property, both real
and personal, and the overthrow, generally of all the then existing
economic and social institutions. These socialists and anarchists
represented the foreign element in the country, those who had imported
their revolutionary doctrines with them. (If I remember rightly the
early Americans had given all rights of citizenship to this foreign
contingency, in a moment of mistaken Republican zeal, a political
mistake they lived to rue bitterly later). Well, at first in this
anarchist war, the Americans won, did they not? I find my memory
tripping me at times--possibly would have continued to win had the war
been conducted on strict military tactics. But the anarchists finding
themselves unsuccessful as soldiers and warriors, resorted to the
ingenious means of destroying their enemies by the use of explosives.
Dynamite accomplished what the cannon and the bayonet were powerless to
effect. Towns, cities and even the villages and hamlets, were lighted
by the torch of electricity and seared level with the ground. Dynamite
was reserved for the armies and for individual offenders. During that
reign of destruction, it seemed as if not a man, woman or child would
survive to carry even the memory of the great tragedy to their graves
with them.

However, since the anarchist’s plan was to reconstruct the whole face
of society on a new basis, it was to be expected, of course, that
the revolution they undertook as the means of effecting this would be
carried through at whatever cost.

There is one feature of this war which has always struck me as
possessing a very humorous side. The anarchists, you remember, were
foreigners, chiefly Germans, Irishmen and a few Russians. When the
war was ended, by the destruction of very nearly all the Republican
contingency, the anarchists broke out into dissension among themselves.
The German element would not submit to Irish dictation--the latter
leaders having, apparently, a great opinion of their own talent for
political leadership--and the Irish in turn violently resisted the
German dicta. A veritable anarchy ensued, a war so fierce that it
looked at one time as if the whole continent might be left a howling
wilderness, with neither conqueror nor conquered to enter and take
possession of what was now, in truth, but a desert. Fortunately,
however, a few of the Americans had survived. Among them were some
of the descendants of the ancient New England statesmen. These men,
although under sentence of death, were liberated, that they might
act as peacemakers between the two factions. Americans, you see, had
had so much experience in reconciling, conciliating and pacifying
the difficulties between the Irish and German parties during the
American Republican era, that these survivors were eminently fitted
to adjust affairs at issue between them now. The American Council
decided that the Irishmen should draw up the laws and regulations
for the new Communal and Socialistic constitution, while the Germans
should see that the new society was properly organized; a decision
which proves the real genius for statescraft which these ingenious
Americans possessed. For Irishmen are proverbially affluent of ideas
and incapable of putting them into action, unless it be violent action,
while the Germans have proved themselves practical organizers and ideal
political policemen. The sagacity of the old American Republicans was
shown in the manner in which they themselves, in their era of power,
had made use of the distinguishing qualities of the two races, when
such hordes overflowed the land during the great emigration period.
The Irishmen were kept in the large cities, where they were allowed
to misgovern the towns to their hearts’ desire, being thus given a
vent for their turbulent political spirit; while the Germans, on the
contrary, were sent into the still unconquered wilderness to turn
it into a garden by their industry and thrift. The American having
thus made use of the Irishmen to run his political machinery for
him, and of the Germans to extend the territorial lines of order and
civilization, secured unto himself all his own time for money making.
Hence the colossal American fortunes, which, as we read of them now,
seem to us like a tale of magicians. Such a policy must have seemed to
a nineteenth-century American as a very shrewd and ingenious way of
utilizing elements which otherwise might prove dangerous. The policy
was, in truth, a fatally short-sighted one, as was proved later;
since it was the enormous accumulation of fortunes in a few hands and
the supposed tyranny of capital which wrought to a frenzy the envy
and anger of the foreign poorer classes, then under the sway of the
anarchist revolutionists.

After the American statesmen had made peace between the conquering
but quarrelsome anarchists, these latter set about organizing the new
society. Anarchy itself, although the principles for which it had
fought and conquered now prevailed, it was found, must subordinate
itself to some form or order before it could hope to enforce order upon
others.

The Anarchist’s war-cry had been, as you remember--Away with private
property! away with all authority! away with the State! away with all
political machinery! But now the leaders discovered that a belief
in the reign of anarchy was one thing, and its practice was quite
another. For a time, as you know, there was a terrible period of
disorder, during which the grossest excesses were practiced under
the name of “Perfect Individualism,” “a common property, common
freedom, common distribution for all.” After a few years of the wildest
indulgence, rapacity, crime, and cruelty--for, of course, there being
no government, there could be neither restraints imposed nor crimes
punished--the people themselves at last began to cry aloud for some
form of government which should include at least order and decency.
The Socialists’ doctrines were then decided upon as being more in
conformity with the demands of the people and with the necessities of
organizing a state than were the formless theories of the anarchists.

The leaders among the people, as has been done so many times before
in the history of the world, began again the making of new laws, for
the establishment of an ideal government and the forming of a new
constitution which was to insure perfect and complete happiness to the
individual and the race.

For over a hundred and fifty years, now, this ideal socialistic society
had existed, and what are the results? No people ever assuredly had
a more wonderful chance at constructing a society on an ideal basis
than had these socialists. Think of it! An entire continent at their
disposal, their enemies or opponents all killed or in exile and they
themselves united in desire and in political interest. Well, if some
of the ineradicable, indestructible principles in human nature could
be changed as easily as laws are made and unmade, the chances for an
ideal realization of the happiness of mankind would be the more easily
attained. But the Socialists committed the grave error of omitting
to count some of these determining human laws into the sum of their
calculations.

Time and paper are, however, finite, and also, presumably, your
patience. I will postpone until my next the few remaining conclusions
to which a brief study of this people and their government have led

                                                    Your faithful

                                                               WOLFGANG.




VI.


DEAR FRIEND: The longer I stay here the more I am impressed with the
profound melancholy which appears to have taken possession of this
people. The men, particularly, seem sunk in a torpor of dejection
and settled apathy. The women, although by no means so vivacious
and vigorous as our women, are, however, far more animated, and
seem to have a keener relish for life, than the men. Probably the
comparatively recent emancipation of the women, their new political and
social freedom, adds a zest to the routine of life here which men do
not feel.

So universal is the dreary aspect of the people, whether at work or
play--and they play, I observe, far more languidly than they work--that
the type of face among them has undergone a strange and interesting
transformation. You remember in the old prints the typical “Yankee”
face, with its keen, penetrating eye, its courageous, determined chin,
its intelligent brow, and its extraordinarily shrewd and intently alert
expression. This vivacity and energy, once the chief charm of the
American face, has entirely disappeared. In its stead, imagine wooden,
almost sodden features, heavy, dull eyes, receding chins, and a brow on
which dulness that very nearly approaches stupidity is writ in large
letters. On all the faces is a stereotyped expression, a mingling of
discontent and dejection. There is the same lack of variety of types
among the faces I have noticed, as there is a want of contrast in the
houses and streets. The entire population appears to have one face;
wherever one turns one sees it repeated _ad infinitum_, whether it be
that of man or woman, youth or old age.

I have accounted to myself for this curious physiological uniformity
by finding in it simply a reflection of the uniformity seen in the
life and occupations of this people. The race having been leveled to
a common plane, there has been a gradual dying out of individuality.
The inevitable curtailment of individual aims, individual struggle,
individual ambitions, has naturally resulted in producing a featureless
type of character, common to all. Since, of course, it is character
alone which moulds feature, this people, being all more or less alike,
have come, in process of time, to look alike. Nature, after all, is
only clay in the potter’s hand; man, with his laws and creeds, fashions
in the end his own face.

I found it, however, far more difficult to account for the cloud of
melancholy and dejection which appears to have settled upon this
people, than to seek the causes of the above physiological aspect. I
asked myself, again and again, why should this people, of all people,
be full of this discontent and unhappiness? Haven’t they come to the
realization of all their dreams? Have they not attained to the very
summit and to the full glory of the possession of their social, civic
and political desires and aspirations? Is there not equality of sex?
Has not leisure instead of labor become a law? Is not private property
abolished--is not the land the property of the State--the wage system
become a thing of the past, and the possession of capital made a crime
punishable by law? Does not the State also exist for the people,
educating them, training them for their work in life, distributing
among them any surplus funds that the public treasury may accumulate,
and furnishing for their amusement and leisure a vast system of
educational clubs, educational theaters, public games, museums and
shows? If a people are not happy under such conditions, what will
insure content?

Yet come with me. Let us walk through the principal thoroughfares, and
watch the multitudes of people wandering listlessly up and down the
streets; let us see them as they drift aimlessly into the theaters,
museums, clubs; let us look in on them as they idly finger the new
books and newspapers, yawning over them as they read, and you will
agree with me, that the entire population seems to have but one really
serious purpose in life--to murder time which appears to be slowly
killing them.

After much thought on the reasons of this strange apathy, this inertia,
and sloth of energy, I have come to two conclusions which have helped
me to solve the problem of this people’s unhappiness. My first
conclusion is that the people are dying for want of work--of downright
hard work; my second conclusion is that in trying to establish the
law of equality, the founders of this ideal community committed the
fatal mistake of counting out those indestructible, ineradicable human
tendencies and aspirations which have hitherto been the source of all
human progress, to which I alluded in my last letter.

First, let us take the subject of work. As all work, men and women
alike, and as machinery has been brought here to a wonderful degree
of perfection, the actual labor necessary to maintain the people is,
of necessity, very light. At first, a hundred or so years ago, in the
early days of the community, the time of labor was fixed at five hours
per day. But every decade, with the growth of the population, the labor
hours have been diminishing. Recently a law has been put into effect,
forbidding any one’s working more than two hours a day. This latter law
has been found to be an actual necessity, from an economic point of
view, as a provision against surplus production. A man, therefore, has
the whole of the rest of his day on his hands, to spend as best he may.

The original hope and belief of the founders of Socialism was that if
the people could only be given sufficient leisure, the whole race would
be lifted to an extraordinary plane of perfection; that, were men given
time enough, each man and woman would devote himself and herself to the
development and improvement of his or her mental tastes and capacities.
At first, I believe, such was the case. For at least thirty years there
was an extraordinary zeal for learning and self-improvement. But in
time, a reaction came. The founders had forgotten to make allowances
for the mass of sluggards, idlers, and ne’er-do-wells who are always
the immovable block in the reformer’s path of progress. Two parties
were soon developed; the party of enlightenment and the conservative
party. Learning being the sole channel for the exercise of individual
capacity or individual ambition, the old baneful system of competition
soon developed itself. A superior class, a class composed of scholars,
students, artists and authors, arose, whose views and whose political
ideas threatened the very life and liberties of the community. The
aristocracy of intellect, it was found was as dangerous to the State
as an aristocracy founded on pride of descent or on the possession
of ancestral acres. It became necessary, therefore, to make a law
against learning and the sciences. All scholars, authors, artists and
scientists who were found on examination to be more gifted than the
average, were exiled.

A strict law was passed, and has since been rigidly enforced,
forbidding mental or artistic development being carried beyond a
certain fixed standard, a standard attainable by all. Quite naturally
learning and the arts have gradually died out among this people.
Where there are no rewards either of fame or personal advancement,
the spur to mental or artistic achievement is found wanting. The
arts particularly have languished. Art, as is well known, can only
live by the strength of the imagination--and the imagination is fed
by contrasts of life and degrees of picturesqueness. One of the old
American sages, Emerson I think it was, well said of the artist, “If
the rich were not rich, how poor would the poet be!” Quite naturally,
in such a civilization as this, no conditions exist for either creating
or maintaining artistic ability.

Can you not imagine, my dear Hannevig, that under such a system and
order of life, time might be found to be a weighty burden? After the
two hours devoted to labor, there are still fourteen waking hours
to be disposed of. The people have, it is true, their clubs and
their theaters, the national games, their libraries and gardens. But
just because all these are free and at their command, is, I presume,
reason enough for their finding the amusements thus provided tame and
uninteresting. Most of the inhabitants of this city spend their days at
the gymnasium. In the exercises and games there practiced, one sees the
only evidence or show of excitement and interest indulged in. Both men
and women are muscled like athletes, from their continual exercises and
perpetual bathing. The athletic party is now trying to pass a law to
permit races and contests on the old Greek plan. But the conservatives
will scarcely pass it, as they urge that the Olympian games, by
developing the physical powers, were in reality only a training-school
for the Greek army, and internecine trouble and dissension would
surely follow any such public games, as they did in the Greek states.

You have, I believe, asked me if the people here are not allowed to
find a scope for their superfluous energies in politics. But politics,
as a profession, as a separate and independent function of activity,
has ceased to exist. The state or Government is run on the great
universal principle of reciprocity which governs the entire community.
It exists for the people, is administered by the people, and acts for
the people. All surplus revenues, derived from a minimum of equalized
taxation are turned over to the public fund, being applied to public
use. The machinery of the Government is run on the same principle of
light labor which governs individual exertions. Each citizen, men
and women alike, of course, serves his or her term as a government
official, as in old Prussia men served in the army. As no one is ever
re-elected, no matter what his capacity or ability, and as each citizen
only serves once during his life-time, there is no such thing known
as political strife, or bribery or corruption. Neither is there any
political life. The government is as automatic a performance as one of
the silk-looms of a factory.

There are certain changes which have lately taken place in the
political and international affairs of the people which lead one into
a labyrinth of speculation. There has, for instance, been a noticeable
and lamentable dying out of international commerce and a general
sluggishness of trade which greatly alarms the community at large.
All trade and commerce are conducted on the socialistic principle,
which forbids the venture of private capital, did such here exist,
or of private enterprise. It is the State which directs all such
ventures. But the State, for some reason or other, does not appear
to be a success as a merchant or as commercial financier. For one
thing, the State is tremendously absorbed in its own affairs. As it
takes care of its people, educating, training and developing them;
as it looks after the material comforts and necessities of its vast
population, its own internal duties really absorb all its energies.
Then, in a government, founded as this one is, on a principle of
equality, which principle is the sworn enemy of ambition there must of
necessity be a lack of initiative, a feebleness in aggressive attack,
and a want of determination in the pursuance of any given policy. It
is only ambitious stable governments which can command and maintain a
definite policy of national action. Even the American Republic found
it difficult, with its recurrent changes in official departments,
to carry into effect great international projects. The people, here,
have ended by contenting themselves with the exercise of only so much
executive, political or commercial activity as is found actually
necessary to maintain their own existence. Men, whether as individuals
or as a collective body, are indeed only actively aggressive, ambitious
or audacious in proportion as they meet with opposition. It is
struggle, and not the absence of it, which makes both men and a nation
great.

I have, therefore, ceased to ask myself where are the old magnificent
energies which once characterized this people. One looks in vain for
the former warfare of intelligence, for the old time audacity of
invention, for the fray of commercial contest, for the powerful massing
of capital we read of as characteristic of Americans two hundred years
ago. All this has gone with the old competitive system.

With the abolishment of competition have died out, naturally, all
the prizes and rewards in life which came from individual struggle.
As accumulation of personal property, in lands or in moneys, and
the possibility of personal advancement are forbidden by law, under
this form of government, all incentives to personal activity have
disappeared. The law of equality, with its logical decrees for the
suppression of superiority, has brought about the other extreme,
sterility. The crippling of individual activity has finally produced
its legitimate result--it has fatally sapped the energies of the people.

It is a curious and interesting feature in one’s study of this people,
to find that it is not the establishment of the law of equality which
has been the cause of decay in this people, but the enforcement of the
opposite law--the law it was soon found necessary to establish against
inequality. It naturally and logically followed that if men are to be
made equal, such equality can only be maintained by the suppression of
degrees of inequality. Mentally, for instance, the standard must be
made low enough for all to attain it; each man, therefore, in time, no
matter what his fitness, capacity or gift, was forced to subordinate
his particular qualities to the general possibility of attainment. This
level of a common mediocrity was more or less difficult to inforce
and develop. Their own historians record many interesting accounts
of the slow death of inequality. In one I read only yesterday, “So
instinctive through long centuries of oppression and misuse of power
was the impulse among men to aspire to superiority of attainment, to
excel in mental development, or to exhibit richer creative power, that
for years the state penitentiaries were filled with men whose crime was
their unconquerable desire selfishly to surpass their less fortunate
brothers. It is only within our own enlightened twenty-first century
that this grave fault has been remedied. Now, happily, no one dreams of
insuring his own personal happiness at the expense of others.”

And so, my dear Hannevig, the old drama of history is enacted anew.
Years ago men were unhappy because the many had to struggle against the
favored few. Here, where all are equal, men are miserable because they
are so; because all having equal claims to happiness, find life equally
dull and aimless. The perpetual moan here is, O for a chance to _be_
something, to do something, to achieve something!

I shall be able to send you only one more letter, as I return in a few
days--by balloon this time, I think, instead of by tunnel.




VII.


                                                          CHRISTMAS DAY.

MY GOOD HANNEVIG: I have only just time to send you one more incident
and scene. It being, as you may have observed at the top of my letter,
Christmas Day, I was curious to see how this festival would be observed
here. Somewhat to my surprise I observed that the population went about
their avocations just as usual. Then I reflected, in a country, where
every day after eleven in the morning a true holiday sets in, there
being nothing for any one to do except to enjoy himself, it would be
difficult fitly to celebrate any special fete day. In point of fact,
there are none such. The people voted them out of the calendar, saying
they had all they could do to kill the ordinary enjoyment hours of each
week without having to invent new games or occupations for a dozen
different feast days. So all holidays are prescribed by law except
Christmas. This day is kept up for two reasons--because it is thought
to be an excellent time to show off the children brought up by the
State to the people, and also because on Christmas Day each child is
allowed to spend the day at home.

The exercises of the day began at the great Ethical Temple. Here ten
thousand children were gathered to listen first to a lecture on the
history of Christmas. There was a play in which Santa Claus appeared
and a number of other legendary characters, to show the children in
what mythological, absurd beings the children of the unenlightened
nineteenth century believed in. Then ten thousand toys were
distributed, dolls and whips and tops, and sleighs and skates. But as
all were distributed indiscriminately by State officers to the children
as they passed out on review, of course all the boys got the dolls and
the girls the whips and tops. An hour afterward, outside the great
building, I saw groups of the children doing a tremendous exchange,
far more interested in bartering damaged dolls for shining skates than
in endeavoring to establish the identity of their own parents, whom,
indeed, having only seen a few times in the course of their lives, they
barely know by sight.

I was slowly walking homeward, speculating on these and other
revelations made by a more intimate knowledge of the workings of this
great community, when I encountered a familiar face. It was that of
my young lady-friend, whose conversation I reported to you above. She
joined me and we walked on together.

“I hear you are going back to Sweden; is it true?” she asked.

“Yes, I return in a few days.”

“But you have enjoyed your trip--and--us?”

“Immensely. You are a wonderful country.”

“That, if I remember, is just what foreigners said to Americans two
hundred years ago.” (I like this young girl particularly. She is more
intelligent than most of the women one meets here. She is allowed
to be, she told me, because she was so much less good-looking than
others, which is true. But in this land of dead equality one is
grateful for a little intelligence, even if it be served up with
ugliness.)

“There is one thing I can not become accustomed to,” I said not wishing
to be called to closer account for my impressions, “and that is that
there are no church steeples or spires. The absence of them gives such
a uniform look to all your cities.”

“Churches? Oh, they went out long ago, you know. Religion, it was
found, brought about discussion. It was voted immoral.”

“Yes, I know. Only I thought a few spires or churches might possibly
have been preserved in a kind of sentimental pickle, as castles and
ruins are kept in England, to add what an old writer calls ‘the
necessary element of decay to the landscape.’”

“That was Ruskin, was it not? What a quaint old writer! His books read
as if they were written in a dead language. As for the churches, they
were all destroyed, you know, in the war between the radicals and the
orthodox, and not a stone was left standing. Since then the State
has erected these huge Ethical Temples, where all the religions are
explained and where the philosophy of ethics is taught the people. The
finest of all these temples is the Temple of the Liberators; have you
seen it yet?”--she asked.

“I have not, but I should like to do so. Will you be my guide?”

She led me thither.

We soon came to a structure which being smaller, and of fairly good
and symmetrical proportions, was a little less hideous than the other
temples I had seen. Inside, in the center of the building was a
colossal statue--a portrait it is said--of the founder, Henry George.
Around the sides of the wall, were niches where portrait busts of the
martyrs stand--the nihilists, early anarchists, and socialists who
endured persecution and often death in the early days of socialism.
A book I noticed was placed near the Henry George statue. It was the
socialistic bible “Poverty and Progress” which with a number of other
such books forms the chief literature of the people. Once a year, my
young friend told me, there is a sacred reading to the people from this
book.

As we turned to pursue our way homeward she again began to question
me--“But you haven’t told me yet what you think of us--as a country and
a people,” she persisted.

“Well, since you will have it I will tell you. You are a great and
surprising people. I mean great in the sense of numbers, however, for
great, politically and morally, you can never be again. You appear to
have attained a certain order of perfection which, however, is only
relative. You think you have solved all the great problems; but you
have only begun to solve them. In attempting to make the people happy
by insuring equality of goods and equal division of property, you
have found it necessary to stultify ambition and to kill aspiration.
Therefore a healthy, vigorous morale has ceased to exist. In making
leisure a law you have robbed it of its sweetness. Ennui is the
curse of the land. The arts languish, because the arts depend on the
imagination, and imagination has been declared illegal, since all are
not born with it. Your libraries and museums are open, but who sees
them filled with readers and students? In other words, man having been
born heir to all things, has ceased to value them. And so I leave you,
well content to go back to my barbaric Sweden, where the forms of
political government are so bad that men wrestle like gods to remedy
them, and where men themselves are still born so unequal that they
have to fight like demons to live at all. We are still chaotic, and
unformed, and unredeemed, and unregenerate. But we are tremendously
alive. And so I return with eager joy to take my part in the strife, to
be a man, in other words, and not a part of a colossal machine. Why not
go back with me? It will be a great experience, you would go back at
least two hundred years.”

She sighed and murmured: “We are not allowed to travel. It is
forbidden. It breeds dissatisfaction. But I wish we were. It sounds so
very beautiful and strange.” And so I left her, as I must you, for my
letter is a volume. In a few days I shall be telling you all I can not
write. Adieu,

                                                         Yours,

                                                               WOLFGANG.




TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES:


  Text in italics is surrounded by underscores: _italics_.

  Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.

  Archaic spelling which may have been in use at the time of publication
    has been retained.





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