Part 5 (1/2)
”Oh,” said the banker, ”if you come to the question of right and wrong, that is another matter. I don't say it's right. I'm not discussing that question; though I'm certainly not proposing to level the fences; I should be the last to take my own down. I say simply that you are no more likely to meet a working-man in American society than you are to meet a colored man. Now you can judge,” he ended, turning directly to the Altrurian, ”how much we honor labor. And I hope I have indirectly satisfied your curiosity as to the social status of the working-man among us.”
We were all silent.
Perhaps the others were occupied like myself in trying to recall some instance of a working-man whom they had met in society, and perhaps we said nothing because we all failed.
The Altrurian spoke at last.
”You have been so very full and explicit that I feel as if it were almost unseemly to press any further inquiry; but I should very much like to know how your working-men bear this social exclusion.”
”I'm sure I can't say,” returned the banker. ”A man does not care much to get into society until he has something to eat, and how to get that is always the first question with the working-man.”
”But you wouldn't like it yourself?”
”No, certainly, I shouldn't like it myself. I shouldn't complain of not being asked to people's houses, and the working-men don't; you can't do that; but I should feel it an incalculable loss. We may laugh at the emptiness of society, or pretend to be sick of it, but there is no doubt that society is the flower of civilization, and to be shut out from it is to be denied the best privilege of a civilized man. There are society women--we have all met them--whose graciousness and refinement of presence are something of incomparable value; it is more than a liberal education to have been admitted to it, but it is as inaccessible to the working-man as--what shall I say? The thing is too grotesquely impossible for any sort of comparison. Merely to conceive of its possibility is something that pa.s.ses a joke; it is a kind of offence.”
Again we were silent.
”I don't know,” the banker continued, ”how the notion of our social equality originated, but I think it has been fostered mainly by the expectation of foreigners, who argued it from our political equality.
As a matter of fact, it never existed, except in our poorest and most primitive communities, in the pioneer days of the West and among the gold-hunters of California. It was not dreamed of in our colonial society, either in Virginia or Pennsylvania or New York or Ma.s.sachusetts; and the fathers of the republic, who were mostly slave-holders, were practically as stiff-necked aristocrats as any people of their day. We have not a political aristocracy, that is all; but there is as absolute a division between the orders of men and as little love, in this country as in any country on the globe. The severance of the man who works for his living with his hands from the man who does not work for his living with his hands is so complete, and apparently so final, that n.o.body even imagines anything else, not even in fiction. Or, how is that?” he asked, turning to me. ”Do you fellows still put the intelligent, high-spirited, handsome young artisan, who wins the millionaire's daughter, into your books? I used sometimes to find him there.”
”You might still find him in the fiction of the weekly story-papers; but,”
I was obliged to own, ”he would not go down with my readers. Even in the story-paper fiction he would leave off working as soon as he married the millionaire's daughter, and go to Europe, or he would stay here and become a social leader, but he would not receive working-men in his gilded halls.”
The others rewarded my humor with a smile, but the banker said: ”Then I wonder you were not ashamed of filling our friend up with that stuff about our honoring some kinds of labor. It is true that we don't go about openly and explicitly despising any kind of honest toil--people don't do that anywhere now; but we contemn it in terms quite as unmistakable. The working-man acquiesces as completely as anybody else. He does not remain a working-man a moment longer that he can help; and after he gets up, if he is weak enough to be proud of having been one, it is because he feels that his low origin is a proof of his prowess in rising to the top against unusual odds. I don't suppose there is a man in the whole civilized world--outside of Altruria, of course---who is proud of working at a trade, except the shoemaker Tolstoy, and is a count, and he does not make very good shoes.”
We all laughed again: those shoes of Count Tolstoy's are always such an infallible joke.
The Altrurian, however, was c.o.c.ked and primed with another question; he instantly exploded it: ”But are all the working-men in America eager to rise above their condition? Is there none willing to remain among the ma.s.s because the rest could not rise with him, and from the hope of yet bringing labor to honor?”
The banker answered: ”I never heard of any. No, the American ideal is not to change the conditions for all, but for each to rise above the rest if he can.”
”Do you think it is really so bad as that?” asked the minister, timidly.
The banker answered: ”Bad? Do you call that bad? I thought it was very good. But, good or bad, I don't think you'll find it deniable, if you look into the facts. There may be working-men willing to remain so for other working-men's sake, but I have never met any--perhaps because the working-man never goes into society.”
The unfailing question of the Altrurian broke the silence which ensued: ”Are there many of your working-men who are intelligent and agreeable--of the type you mentioned a moment since?”
”Perhaps,” said the banker, ”I had better refer you to one of our friends here, who has had a great deal more to do with them than I have. He is a manufacturer, and he has had to do with all kinds of work-people.”
”Yes, for my sins,” the manufacturer a.s.sented; and he added: ”They are often confoundedly intelligent, though I haven't often found them very agreeable, either in their tone of mind or their original way of looking at things.”
The banker amiably acknowledged his thrust, and the Altrurian asked: ”Ah, they are opposed to your own?”
”Well, we have the same trouble here that you must have heard of in England. As you know now that the conditions are the same here, you won't be surprised at the fact.”
”But the conditions,” the Altrurian pursued--”do you expect them always to continue the same?”
”Well, I don't know,” said the manufacturer. ”We can't expect them to change of themselves, and I shouldn't know how to change them. It was expected that the rise of the trusts and the syndicates would break the unions, but somehow they haven't. The situation remains the same. The unions are not cutting one another's throats now any more than we are. The war is on a larger scale--that's all.”
”Then let me see,” said the Altrurian, ”whether I clearly understand the situation as regards the working-man in America. He is dependent upon the employer for his chance to earn a living, and he is never sure of this. He may be thrown out of work by his employer's disfavor or disaster, and his willingness to work goes for nothing; there is no public provision of work for him; there is nothing to keep him from want nor the prospect of anything.”