Pound

“Ezra Pound Speaking”

RADIO SPEECHES OF WORLD WAR II
Edited by Leonard W. Doob

The best reason for publishing Ezra Pound’s Italian broadcasts may be the simplest.  Thousands of people have heard about them, scores have been affected by them, yet but a handful has ever heard or read them.  Here they are.

There are other compelling reasons, the first having to do with the magnitude of their author.  No other American—and only a few individuals throughout the world—has left such a strong mark on so many aspects of the twentieth century: from poetry to economics, from theater to philosophy, from politics to pedagogy, from Provençal to Chinese.  If Pound was not always totally accepted, at least he was unavoidably there.

Those traits of mind and character that made Pound so inescapable are not only evident in the broadcasts but also present in ways that make them more fully understandable.  Here is that same fearless plunge toward the heart of the matter—often heedless of consistencies—that marked his study of ancient and exotic languages and cultures.  Here is that same urge to simplify and instruct that marked his unorthodox textbooks: ABC of Economics, ABC of Reading and the rest.  Here is that flair for dramatic hyperbole which peppered the Cantos and produced such deliberately shocking titles as Jefferson and/or Mussolini.  The broadcasts do not always show these traits at their best, but their blatant presence makes them useful clues in putting together the puzzle of that powerful enigma at their center.

Even if the shadow of Ezra Pound did not so broadly color this century, these broadcasts might still command a clinical respect for the way in which they interrelate so vitally with the rise of fascism in Europe and the accompanying extremes of feelings, with the cause and conduct of World War II as viewed from this special place by this very special commentator.  To the historians who have counted this an almost anti-ideological war, the broad casts offer considerable counterpoint.  Furthermore, they are the starting point for understanding two major cultural events of the postwar years: the trial of Ezra Pound and the literary prize controversies.  The Bollingen Prize debate—by itself the politico-literary cause célèbre of the generation—while once totally preoccupying has to this day refused to lie at rest.  Even this young Greenwood Press series, begun twenty-five years after the fact, offers two fresh and extensive treatments of the issue.  Such insistent unrest shows clearly the need for this essential evidence now at hand.

The broadcasts do not show Pound at his best.  War, bigotry, and totalitarianism are not sunny subjects.  Yet giant figures need their full dimensions, and unpleasant subjects can and should be studied for the best of reasons.  How indeed are we to lessen our chances for future encounters with shrinking horizons if we do not learn from episodes so recent, so strongly cast, and so richly charted ?

We applaud, then, the respect for a complete historic record which has allowed the Pound Literary Trustees to overcome an understandable reluctance toward seeing these scripts in print.  We applaud this same impulse which has motivated the patience and stamina of Leonard Doob.  There are, and there will always be, more motives behind an act like this than one can chronicle.  From our point of view, however, this work provides a singular and extensive collection of data for the pursuit of that most bewildering of cultural equations: the balance between the creative force, the individual personality, and the social context.  Seen in this light, Ezra Pound’s texts become a “Contribution in American Studies” at a profound and essential level.

ROBERT H. WALKER
February 1975

INTRODUCTION

The title of this book is the signature Ezra Pound almost always used at the start and sometimes at the end of each broadcast from Radio Rome in World War II.  Pound himself had proposed to publish “300 Radio Speeches,” containing also the texts of his “Money Pamphlets,” newspaper articles published in Italian, and his translations from the Chinese: Ta Hio (The Great Digest) and Chung Yung (The Unwobbling Pivot).

Pound started to write for radio toward the end of 1940.  The first scripts to be accepted were read in English by regular speakers of Radio Rome.  In January 1941 he was able to record his own speeches, which were broadcast, on an average, twice a week.  He wrote the texts at his home in Rapallo and on occasion in Rome where he traveled to record on discs a batch of 10 to 20 speeches.  He wanted the discs to be transmitted in a particular order, but it is apparent from the discrepancies between his numbering system and the dates on which the Federal Communications Commission (FCC) recorded the speeches that the Italian officials did not always follow his plan, although in general the deviation was not great.  He gathered news and information from Italian newspapers and whatever foreign papers he managed to obtain; from Italian broadcasts and any foreign station (especially the BBC) he could hear on his own radio; from conversations with friends, officials, and travelers; from letters of friends in America and other countries; and from his own library, which included back numbers of periodicals.  He envied the BBC’s supply of news and feature materials, since he himself had “not one disc” (July 25, 1943).

After the Fascist government fell in July 1943, Pound left Rome and eventually submitted scripts and ideas to Mussolini’s Republic of Saló.  No evidence exists to indicate that any of this material was ever broadcast to America in Pound’s name from Radio Milan while that station remained under the regime’s control.

The present collection consists of original manuscripts Pound prepared to read on Rome radio, divided into two parts:

Part 1 includes all of the available manuscripts (105) for the broadcasts recorded by the FCC: October 2, 1941, to December 7, 1941; January 29, 1942, to July 26, 1942; February 18, 1943, to July 25, 1943.  These are the speeches that have been quoted by Pound’s critics, and they include those selected by American authorities who sought to press the charge of treason against him.  The monitoring unit of the FCC, called the Foreign Broadcast Intelligence Service, recorded every broadcast from Radio Rome, included among which were Pound’s speeches.  There are egregious errors and omissions in these FCC transcripts because recording equipment in those days was crude, because atmospheric conditions interfered with the monitoring, and because, I assume, the transcribers sometimes did not recognize Pound’s references.  The FCC versions of Pound’s speeches hitherto available, there fore, sometimes give a wrong impression.  Poundians and others have noted that the French novelist Céline was transcribed as “Stalin.” Other mistakes can be observed, in many instances probably resulting from the vagaries of shortwave.  One illustration: Pound’s sentence, “Even Lenin saw that the easiest way to debauch the capitalist system is to debauch its currency’ (April 13, 1943), became “Yet even seven saw that the easiest way to divorce the capitalist system is to divorce its currency.” To date, however, it has been impossible to locate five of Pound’s original manuscripts; hence the FCC versions in these instances, imperfect though they are, have been substituted in this volume.  In a few instances gaps in the manuscripts themselves have been filled by sections of the FCC transcripts; these substitutions are clearly indicated.

Part 2 includes 10 speeches written before the FCC monitoring unit had been established, some read by Pound and some read by others, as well as speeches either not used or not monitored.  They have been selected by Mary de Rachewiltz because in her opinion they represent a fair sample of Pound’s central ideas and themes.

The anonymous and pseudonymous scripts Pound also wrote are not included in this book because they merely repeat ideas already expressed in other speeches.

Most of the speeches in part 1 were intended for an audience in the United States, some for an audience in the United Kingdom, and some for both.  It is known that Pound was heard in the United States by people other than the monitors of the FCC, and eventually in April 1942 the Department of Justice began an investigation through the FBI.  There is no way of estimating how many persons listened to him regularly or how large his audience ever was.  Certainly his broadcasts never attained great popularity.  He himself in the broadcasts occasionally expressed jovial skepticism concerning the size of his audience: “I was wonderin’ if anybody listened to what I said on Rome Radio” (February 19, 1943).

After January 29, 1942, Pound was introduced by a statement he had drafted:

Rome Radio, acting in accordance with the fascist policy of intellectual freedom and free expression of opinion by those who are qualified to hold it, has offered Dr. Ezra Pound the use of the microphone twice a week.  It is understood that he will not be asked to say anything whatsoever that goes against his conscience, or anything in compatible with his duties as a citizen of the United States of America.

Pound always referred to himself as an American.

With the exceptions already noted, therefore, the texts of the speeches come from Pound’s original manuscripts, which he typed and then often amended in his not always intelligible handwriting.  Editing has been kept to a minimum.  Elementary misspelling has been corrected.  Punctuation and paragraphing have been altered in the interest of intelligibility.  Since the scripts were to be read and heard, abbreviations and initials of persons have been spelled out.  Pound’s penchant for achieving emphasis through capitalizing entire words has been retained.  Brackets have been added when my colleagues and I were unsure of a word or phrase after studying the manuscript and after examining the FCC transcript for possible clues.  The five PCC scripts have not been edited or amended.  Words that cannot be de ciphered or are missing from the manuscripts or the FCC scripts are indicated by a 2-em dash.

The following information is provided at the outset of each speech:

1. To the left

a. Part 1 a consecutive numbering system based on the dates recorded by the FCC Part 2 the order is perforce arbitrary since the speeches have been selected for content and since no reliable dating or numbering system has been located.

b. In parentheses Part 1 the FCC date part 2 the estimated year in which the script was written.

2. To the right

a. When available, the target audience indicated by Pound and/or the FCC.

b. Part 1 Pound s own numbering system in parentheses actually he used three separate numbering systems that have been distinguished here by placing the letter A, B, or C before his number.  Part 2: whatever number appears on the original manuscript is provided without relating that number to Pound’s different numbering systems.

3. To the left, second line

The title of the speech as given by Pound.

The book has four appendices that attempt, both quantitatively and qualitatively, to provide insight into Pound and his critics.  I would have preferred to provide additional information, but too many facts were obscure to express reliable judgments.  Neither the Italian archives, for ex ample, nor an examination of the papers at the Beinecke Library at Yale University have revealed why Pound ceased broadcasting between July 26, 1942, and February 18, 1943.

The glossary and index to names at the end of the book are as complete as my collaborators and I could make them, but we have not been able to identify every name to which Pound referred.  Admittedly we have often been able to provide only our best guesses.

This volume, in short, seeks to offer the speeches as Pound wrote them.  For the first time all of his monitored speeches and some of his other scripts are brought conveniently together.  No longer will Poundians or historians be dependent upon the FCC transcripts, pirated editions of the speeches, or hit-and-miss citations to learn what Pound said over Radio Rome.

Reproducing Pound’s admittedly controversial speeches over 30 years later requires justification.  Why publish this volume ?  Why have I agreed to function as editor ?  Pound wrote these scripts; they are part of his legacy.  He is so important in American and British literature of the twentieth century that whatever he wrote cannot be ignored.  The speeches, more over, are valuable from a historical standpoint: they reveal what one man, broadcasting from an enemy radio station during World War II, believed his countrymen should hear.  On the basis of what he said, moreover, Pound was arrested and accused of treason; he spent 13 years in St. Elizabeth’s Hospital (a government institution for the criminally insane in Washington, D.C.) as a result.  Anyone who seeks to understand Pound or to write about him and his times cannot overlook these speeches.  Although Pound’s reputation will forever rest on his poetry and other writings, and not upon these scripts, the broadcasts are part of his record.  Actually, the speeches should be of interest of Poundians not only because, according to Mary de Rachewiltz, they reflect his earlier writings but also because they affected his subsequent poetry.

To the second question: why have I personally undertaken this editorial role ?  Admittedly, I am not a Poundian in any sense, and I have read and understood very little of his poetry.  I offer three reasons.  First, Mary de Rachewiltz asked me originally to work with her in preparing a definitive edition because she thought my knowledge of propaganda and World War II would be helpful.  During that war, I was actively engaged in psychological warfare against Italy, Germany, and Japan.  I remember vaguely seeing some of the FCC transcripts of Pound’s speeches at the time and dismissing them as irrelevant to my own work.  Then, secondly, I have been interested to see whether the technique of content analysis—which was useful to me during World War II and later in analyzing Goebbel’s diaries—would be helpful in comprehending this vast collection of words.  The analysis of the 110 speeches, the reader will note in appendices, is pitched on a modest level and simply seeks to answer a straightforward question: in how many of the broadcasts did Pound make one or more references to particular themes, persons, and countries ?  Finally, although I must add that my own attitudes and feelings have not been one bit changed after working with these speeches, it has been interesting to come to comprehend what Pound was trying to accomplish.  His attack on the profits some men reap from wars reminded me of my experience during the summer of 1934 when I was employed by the Senate Committee then investigating “The Merchants of Death.”

My own conscience is at peace on a mundane level.  Compensation to my research assistants has exhausted, nay exceeded, the funds allocated to me personally in my role as one of the Pound Literary Trustees.  My share of the royalties from this book will not go to me.  I am grateful to the Trustees of Pound’s Estate for giving Mary de Rachewiltz and me access to the original manuscripts.  Others who have faithfully cooperated with us are James A. Fishback, who performed the content analysis of the 110 broadcasts; Ellen S. Schell, who worked diligently on the index and glossary; Maryrose Coiner, who prepared the data from the content analysis for the computer and provided us with printouts constituting the basis for the tables; Jane C. Olejarczyk, who heroically managed to prepare typed copies of the manuscripts; and Marjorie A. Sa’Adah, who pitched into the project whenever extra assistance was needed, which was often.  Especially cordial gratitude is expressed to Olga Rudge who originally preserved Pound’s manuscripts and who conveyed to me a sensitive feeling for Pound’s philosophy and approach.

This volume could not have been prepared without the assistance and persistence of Mary de Rachewiltz.  This is Pound’s book, however, and with her help I have simply facilitated its appearance.

It’s a DITCH all right.  Democracy has been LICKED in France.  The frogs were chucked into war AGAINST the Will of the people.  Democracy has been licked to a frazzle in England where it never did get a look in ANY—HOW.  But even pseudo-democracy breaks down when a people is chucked into war against its will, and the Brits.  never VOTED Winston into the premiership.  In fact WHEN DID they have an election ?

Remember it is the government in England that decides WHEN to have an election.  Think where we would be if Mr. Roosevelt could merely POSTPONE elections till he got ready to have one.

Well, democracy is in her last DITCH, and if she ain’t saved in America.  NO ONE is going to save her in her parliamentary form.

As to UNITIN’ with England—taking on a lot of bad debts and new liabilities—one of the speakers on this radio was kind enough, that is, he showed respect enough for American intelligence (yes, even today, he showed respect for American intelligence) by saying only Britons were rootin’ for this FEDERATION.

On close examination the Brits themselves don’t seem to be so numerous in the movement toward merger.

Horeb Elisha [Hore-Belisha], well IS he English ?  And Victor Sassoon, ALL for the merger.

Twenty percent capital to be paid by the English.

Twenty percent PAID capital to be paid by the United States of America.  The balance of 60% UNPAID to remain in the hands of the promoters, probably as PREFERRED stock, with board of directors ready to grant special bonuses to their friends at ANY and every moment.

Well, is Vic Sassoon, that Jew pseudo-parsee, head of the Shanghai rackets, opium, brothels in probability and so forth, night life of Shanghai ?  IS he YOUR idea of David Copperfield and Mr. Pickwick ?

And Mr. Streit ?  And of course there are MILLIONS behind it.  Any one of 86 Jew millionaires can start a publishing firm and any one of the 4,000 hired troops in the British Embassy can print all the crap he likes.

I dunno where the rugged American INDIVIDUAL is going to git FUNDS to combat ’em.

BUT, on the other hand, you can annex Canada without taking on liabilities.  You can annex Newfoundland, and Jamaica and all the rest of it without either paying England OR paying Sir Victor.

Why this sixty percent cut to promoters who will do NOTHING for you ?  Yes, I know there is all the Sulgrave Manor association, all the glamour of cousinship; but it WAS cousinship with John Bull, in the old days, not with BULLesha, or Bullstein.

And Bulistein is apparently itchin’ to drop off the B and remain simple ULLstein, by means of the merger.

The MILITARY situation ?  Conducing to UNION ?  The number of troops that can be supported, and fed, and supplied by ONE line of railway from ArcAngel—from Vladivostock or via Teheran—is considerably less than the TWELVE Million which the Russians set out with.

That Slavic fatalism which induced these troops to die in large numbers has in this war appeared quite ALIEN to the sensibilities of the fighting force put in the field by Mr. Churchill and Mr. Belisha.

I don’t see even Winston inventing an echelon system.  I mean Tommy Atkins won’t shoot Tommy Atkins in the back on SYSTEM.  He would feel something after doing it once.

Doubtless Belisha’s bright eye, and invigorating etc. will one day suggest that the Aussies could shoot the Sepoys and as the Pathans enjoy shooting anything, and would enjoy shooting Australians especially if invited to do so.  And doubtless there could be found an even super-Slavic fatalism some where among the thousand alien races crushed by the Anglo-Jew empire.  But it mightn’t take a very active military form.  It might just sit down with a hand loom in face of the carnage.

But in ANY case it’s a question of QUANTITY.  And WHAT support does the United States GET from Anglo-Judaea ?  Just WHOM have the British supported in this so bloody series of swindles ?

They have EVERY reason NOT to waste their forces in enforcing American trade in the Orient.  They have every reason to leave America to pin up the diapers of their baby.

Except of course the feeling that the United States MIGHT take a leaf out of THEIR book, and grab this or that, as they have grabbed French possessions, and shot off the remaining French combatants.

In Persia it becomes a question of QUANTITY.  Walla walla, etc.  Twelve Million Russians did NOT stop Von Rundstedt and Baron Keitel.  They have not stopped ONE German army.

Nor have they reduced the German forces to a figure ANYwhere near the number of troops that England could maintain with SIX railways over the Caucasus.

So THAT is not exactly where the strategists expect YOU to help England win any wars.  Whatever Growler, Mr. McGrump, sez on the B.B.C. liary [lie-ary].

Now when I was a kid Admiral DEWEY ... that sounds like Napoleon at Moscow ?

Yes, that sounds to ME like the story about the “Fifth element MUD, said Napoleon.”

There are millions of Chinamen.  Many of them living on very short rations in the INTERIOR and about as much interested in Chiang Kai-Chek as they are in the White Socks and the Phillies.  If there still are any Phillies.  You could get more enthusiasm out of those Chinks for a Hot Dog Championship on the Northside than you could for Chiang’s FOREIGN party in China.

A LOT of China is NOT pro-Kai-Chek.  A lot of China is NOT FOR that gang of foreign investors.  Then, of course, you might rescue the de Gaulle interests.  Namely you might go die in the GLORIOUS cause of the Bank of the Paris Union, AGAINST General Pétain, the victor of Verdun.

Do you think the French people would thank you ?  Listen to the FRENCH radio, that is NOT paid by London; and ASK me.

Yes, the Vichy radio is twisty, it is trying to hold onto France, and double cross the Axis, and hold ONTO FRANCE, and hold or get every inch of French soil, and hang onto every French sou it can lay eye or hold on.

BUT it is NOT working for the famille de Gaulle.

AND it knows that Winston wanted Paris razed to the ground, as was Rotterdam, and as Leningrad either is being or has been.

And Pierre Laval was about all that stopped Winston from attaining that so desired result.  Because “we as lenders of money” would be able to intervene and LEND money for reconstruction.

A lovely ambition.  But will any born Frenchman thank you for exercising that at this moment, will any FRENCHMAN thank you for exercising that kind of ambition ?

The French peasant wants his field for himself.  He has a healthy MISTRUST of all mortgages.

As to the DATA whereon the American government bases its “judgment” (I believe they still call it judgment).  Roosevelt is reported in the Herald Tribune of New York on August 17 as being in complete agreement with Churchill and saying Russia could fight all winter.

Mebbe he meant that Siberia could remain outside German protection during that period.  He did go so far as saying that “events in Crete” had delayed his meeting with England’s public enemy Number 3. That was some thing but not quite enough to win the Ukraine campaign.

He might have told you that events in Russia had delayed my gettin’ the Japan Times.  Copy for June 19th has just come.  I suppose it was sittin’ at Kieff to git through.  One lap writer at that time allowed like, as if Franklin was gettin’ you folks into the war.  But it didn’t look to me as if he thought it was an act of idealism.  He didn’t confuse it with savin’ democracy.

In the meantime do LOOK at Belisha’s Anglo-Saxon face, as reproduced in P.M. and other organs of similar nature.

That is what the American branch of Sulgrave Manor Association is asked to Unite with.

Mr. Churchill, EVEN Mr. Churchill hasn’t had the brass to tell the American people WHY he wants ’em to die to save what.

He is fighting for the gold standard and MONOPOLY.  Namely the power to starve the whole of mankind, and make it pay through the nose before it can eat the fruit of its own labor.

His gang, whether kike, gentile, or hybrid is not fit to govern.  And the English OUGHT to be the only people ass enough, and brute enough to fight for him.

Now as to my personal habits, the few of you who know that I exist know that I have given most of my time to muggin’ up kulchur, that I have writ a few books, and spent my spare time trying to learn musical composition, or else playin’ tennis and floatin’ round the gulf of Tigullio, in which act I make, so far as I know, a nuisance of myself to no one whatever.

And in the mornings I write letters to and read letters from the most intelligent of my contemporaries, and Mr. Churchill and that brute Rosefield, and their kike postal spies and obstructors, kikarian and/or others annoy me by cuttin’ off my normal mental intercourse with my colleagues.  But I am NOT going to starve, I am not going to starve mentally.  The culture of the Occident came out of Europe and a LOT of it is still right here in Europe, and I don’t mean archeology either.

So a few weeks ago Monotti sez: ever read Pea’s Moscardino So I read it.  and for the first time in your colloquitor’s life he wuz tempted to TRANSLATE a novel, and did so.  Ten years ago I had seen Enrico Pea passin’ ’ along the sea front and Gino [Saviotti] sez: It’s a novelist.  Having seen and known POLLON IDEN, some hundreds, or probably thousands I was not interested in its being a novelist.  But the book must be good or I wouldn’t be more convinced of the fact AFTER having translated it, than I was before.  Of course, my act was impractical so far as you are concerned.  I haven’t the ghost of an idea how I am to get the manuscript to America or get it published.  Pea has never made a cent out of the original.  Well neither had Joyce nor Eliot when I started trying to git someone to print ’em.

What’s it like ?  Well if Tom Hardy had been born a lot later, and lived in the hills up back of Lunigiana, which is down along the coast here, and if Hardy hadn’t writ what ole Fordie used to call that “sort of small town paper journalese,” and if a lot of other things, includin’ temperament, had been different, and so forth ... that might have been something like Pea’s writin’—which I repeat is good writing—and was back in 1921 when Moscardino was printed.  Moscardino is the name of the kid who is tellin’ about his granpop, a nickname, like Buck.

As soon as the barriers are down I shall be sendin’ a copy along for the enlightenment of the American public.

In the meantime, if any one wants to learn how to write Italian let ’em read the first chapter of Forastiero, or the couple of pages on the bloke who had been 20 years in jail.  This is just announcin’ that Italy has a writer, and it is some time since I told anybody that ANY country on earth had a writer.  Like Confucius, knocked ’round and done all sorts of jobs.  Writes like a man who could make a good piece of mahogany furniture.

I sent in a hurry call from the Siena music week, but I reckon it was too late, not time to get retransmittal, but I wanted the clean and decent Americans to hear the Vivaldi Oratorio Juditha Triumphans; which makes ole pop Handel look like a cold poached egg what somebody dropped on the pavement.

Of course it’s not THAT kind of an oratorio, it is a musical whoop in two parts, to celebrate the retaking of Corfu from the Turks in 1715; and it was very timely and suitable as a bicentenary funeral wreath on red-head Vivaldi.

I got it once from the top centre, and once in a box hangin’ over the orchestry, once for the whole and once for the details.

And I think it’s O.K. brother.  You’d have to hear it alternate with Johnnie Bach, say the Mathias, seven times over, at least I would, before I would think I was ready to say just HOW good it is.

There has been some good Vivaldi done for orchestra over Rome Radio, but I dunno whether it has been short-waved over to Amerika.  There was some good Vivaldi done two years ago, when the Chigi organization had the sense to devote the whole of the Sienese fest to Vivaldi, but the Juditha is one up on that.  Better than the Olympiade, as then presented.  In fact I think it is better built up as a whole, and you don’t have to be annoyed by ginks walkin’ about and doin’ stage actin’.  Well some people like their music with that distraction.  When you stop shootin’ and stop pilin’ up profit for kikes by conveying their guns to the god damn English who ought to be spanked and put to bed by their nurses, you might be able to come over and HEAR IT.

That would be a saner way of passin’ the time than doublin’ your taxes and being robbed by the American treasury.  God, my god, you folks are DUMB!!!

Now as to criticism of the Juditha; I affirm that Vivaldi knew more about using the human voice than Johnnie Bach ever discovered.  That may sound like heresy.  Waaal, you decide after you have listened to both of ’em.  And I affirm that Tony Vivaldi knocks the spots off of Handel.  I got no doubt on that point whatsoever.  Very nice bit for viola d’amore and naturally it pleases me on account of a kink I had before I knew Vivaldi had done it.  I have a high opinion of Rossini and Mozart.  I.e., use of mandolin in serious orchestra.  So has everyone who ain’t stark ravin’ goofy.  But Mozart when he came down to Italy did NOT set the public crazy.  And part of the reason was, as I conjecture, that the Italian had then had an earful of Tony Vivaldi.  That is guess work.  But there are things to set against Bach.  In fact things Bach took hold of and rearranged; without as I think improvin’ ’em.

I had a chance to hear both together two years ago in Siena, in a good orchestral concert, one up to Casella, the way that program was built.  Man named Guarnieri conductin’, been doing three years now in Siena, at this summer fest.  And I would by god rather hear Guarnieri conductin’ Vivaldi than hear Toscanini conductin’ Beethoven in Salzburg.  An idea which occurred to me, dunn’ the Juditha performance.

I try to tell you that Italy is carryin’ ON.  La rivoluzione continua.  This is the kind of thing Italians go on doing, despite that dirty mugged bleeder and betrayer of his allies, Winston babyface Churchill.

And his gangsters.  Those blighters have never done one damn thing for civilization.  They have rotted their country, and should not be allowed to rot anyone elses.  They didn’t start the process of corruption, but they have been, everyone of ’em for it, all day and every day, and for the 24 hour period.

Di Marzio is runnin’ a paper.  Vicari is runnin’ a monthly devoted to the “narrative” nothin’ but narrative or careful discussion of narrative, and how one should do it.  Over in Barcelona, they are printin’ a series, Poesia en la Mano, bilingual editions of everyone from Villon to Mallarme’ and Rilke, and, I am told, your present colloquitor if they can git anyone to translate me.

EUROPE is an organic body, its life continues, its life has components and nearly every damn thing that has made your lives worth livin’ up to this moment, has had its ORIGINS right here in Europe.

Yes, we HAD some colonial architecture and 30 pages of Whitman (Walt Whitman, not Whitemann) and then Whistler, and Henry James left the country.  In fact it warn’t no bed of roses fer authors and painters.  Though my generation allus thought we ought to plant something or other, and try to git a new crop of somethin’ or other.  The idea of the Returnin’ Native was prevalent, except possibly to Thomas S. Eliot who saw from the start that you folks weren’t episcopal enough to suit his episcopal temperament, and he somewhat looked down on my pagan and evangelical tendencies.  Waaal, frankly, I allus though it would be a good thing to come back and put some sort of a college or university into shape to teach the young something.  Not merely the god damn saw dust and subsitutes for learnin’ and literature they git handed.  However, ca hold up the whole course of civilization.  If you wanna line up with bone heads, you will line up with bone heads.

And you will go on having conductors instead of composers and European authors who have resigned.

But don’t get that Anglican attitude, of the old story, storm in the channel called by the English, the English channel—the straits between Calais and Dover—and the dirty old Times out with a headline “Continent isolated.”

Nobody here is layin’ flowers on the tomb of Columbus, not this year.  But don’t go and run away with the idea that Europe is no longer here, or that books aren’t being written.  I mean bein’ WRITTEN, and that we have no painters, or writers, or musicians.

I regret the personal correspondence of a small number of writers, who mostly don’t write to each other.  And I would like to see what Hillaire Hiler is paintin’, and to git kumrad cumminkz’s last set of verses.  Or to go on get tin’ Kitasono’s Japanese magazine.  But I ain’t gittin’ weak and pindlin’ or goin’ into a pronounced and delicate melancholy fer the extinction of all human intercourse.

The sight of elderly wedded couples dwelling in mutual devotion sometimes impells one to think of their early loves.  In the present case the spectacle of Mr. Churchill’s government wedded to Stalin’s, and Mr. Roosevelt’s in violable word mixed into it; in short, this triangual Darby and Joan of the three hebraicized governments leads one to look back at the forgotten incidents of their courtship.

In particular, the love feasts between our American Reds and Moscow in vite beautific contemplation.  Our idealists loved Moscow while Mr. Churchill was still playing the bashful Swain.  In fact he was scowling at Stalin, and from the incomprehension of his eternal love for the Moscovites he was being not only sulky, but insulting.  So with true love.  Never, Never, NEVER would he come and kiss the Russian Joan under the sickle and mistletoe.

Our own American Trade Unionists were more oncoming.  They LIKED the bud of Russian promise.  Ref. Worker’s Library No. 3 bearing the dim and lavender date: Sept. 9, 1927.

Jay Lovestone (né possibly Liebstein) on the first page of amorous paean inscribes the luminous words “THE establishment of the 7-hour day in Russia.” Well that’s far off enough and long enough before the Stakhelevites, and Mr. Lovestone is very hard on the American Federation of Labor. “Reactionary trade union bureaucrats” he call’s ’em.

And in that memorable day an’ year our dewey-eyed workers (trade unionists and idealists) technical advisors they figger in the catalog, Brophy, R.W. [?] Dunn, C.H. Douglas, Rex Tugwell, Stuart Chase, a lot, as you see, of brawny fellows who had used either the hammer or sickle in daily life, went over to visit the Kumrad.  And apart from the general, as op posed to the specific nature of the answers, the kumrad didn’t do so bad.  The questions being rather more nebulous and UNspecific than the answers.  How could the debonair murderer get down very near to brass tacks in his answers ?

After all Marx was pretty good at history and diagnosis.  Nobody on the Axis side denies that Marx discovered several genuine faults in the usury system.

All we ask is a way to CURE ’em.  And the torture chambers in most countries where Stalin’s power has reached, and in a few embassies where he had been unable to get control of the total police force, rather indicate that the Boishie system never got UNIVERSAL approval from its victims.

However, when next dining with Rabbi Lehman, or Scholem Mosestha and the rest of the international bankers, spring a few pages of the kumrad’s answers between the caviar and the pheasant and see if it don’t enliven the dinner.

Sure Stalin approves of Marx and Engels wantin’ to take ECONOMIC, political, cultural and organizational measures.  And seem’ as he put ’em in that order, you would expect me to fall for it ?

ECONOMIC first.  Of course the Bolshies didn’t.  Any party that comes into power, probably puts ORGANIZATIONAL measures first, and the economics belong, alas to the almost inaccessible part of culture.  So FEW people seem able to grasp simple economics without, as Senator Bankhead remarked, about three centuries delay.

Three centuries, to get people to understand anything about anything havin’ to do with money.  An’ it is now demonstrated on the corpus vilis of British reformers’ hopes that very little economic reform gets into practice without precedent organizational and political measures of an almost earth shaking nature.  A curious phrase about “reconstruct capitalist society” must belong to the translator.  I don’t want to pin that on Joseph, tho’ mebbe that was part of his muddle.  I am far less concerned with Joe’s lacunae than with a few clear positive statements.  Joe said he was aware that “a number of capitalist governments are controlled by big banks,” notwithstanding the existence of “democratic” parliaments.

Not bad for a Georgian assassin.  And possibly several decades ahead of the American public and professoriat.  Not a single power in which the Cabinet can be formed in opposition to the will of the big financial magnates.  I wonder: is that why they took Joe for a ride ?

“It is sufficient to exert financial pressure to cause Cabinet Ministers to fall from their posts as if they were stunned.”

Joey was talkin’ of European cabinets; not of the so very different American DEMocracy (as they call it) etc. where, unless there is absolute surety that financial pressure won’t be used, the blighters seldom or never get in.  Joe SAID that the control of government by money-bags is inconceivable and absolutely excluded in the U.S.S.R.  How different from the home life of our own DEMOCRACY (as they call it), etc. and how different from anything any British politician has ever encountered, and how different from any state of things that Churchill’s group would desire.

“Narrow circle” said Joe of individuals connected in one way or another with the large banks and because of that they strive to conceal the part they play in this from the people.

What a PERFECT ally for Churchill, Morgenthau, Lehman, and the present Anglo-Jewish regimes !  Well, the starry eyed Mr. Tugwell, and the cautious Mr. Chase and Jim Maurer and Brophy took it all down hook, line and sinker.  Seven hour day and the rest of it.  It was a stirring occasion.  The only thing is that the idealist’s ideals have got going so much faster and gone so much further.  The Axis side of the present hard feelings.

Here the TRADE UNIONS, with their syndic. organization, and their recognized legal status whereby they propose, formulate, and GET what they want in Italy is really of so much MORE interest for any member of ANY trade union, or for any leader of labor who cares a hang about the welfare of the led that one only hopes the American trade unionist will someday read Por, or at least read something about Italian organizational measures.

The Stalin interview is a tough piece of reading, very hard to take hold of.  That was probably the secret of his hold—plenty of people who KNOW Russia have been puzzled by the gap between their effective propaganda and their local failure in solving human problems.  I believe the human material they had to work on explains part of the latter.  I mean why they did NOT make a paradise, but mostly a sweat shop—machines before men—men as material.  But the other side, the devilish efficiency of their propaganda, is worth study.

And it seems to be a variant on the old political wheeze of sticking to general statements that each auditor interprets to mean what HE would mean IF he said it.

And now for contrast, close harmony, let us look at a recent emission from Joe’s faithful companion, fellow idealist, and pledged ally, Mr. N.M. Butler. On June 3, 1941, year current, as delivered at the commencement of Columbia University, when Ole Nick was awaitin’ another Waterloo, and as is common with his kind, he wasn’t puttin’ it in the first person singular.  Nick wanted Americans to go fight for the British exploiters; so he said “THE WORLD” etc.  In this case THE WORLD (meaning Nick and his pay masters).  The World he sez, awaits another Waterloo.  And on the fifth page it turns out he meant a defeat of Hitler!! Which might be called “metonomy” or takin’ a part for the “whole,” and not the better whole either.

Now the WORLD, as any college president ought to know, before the trustees pay him his fat annual salary, is spherical in form, and is composed of MORE than one continent, and not wholly and totally enraptured with the big usury central.

However let Nick Butler speak for himself, as he has never failed to do in all his oleaginous lifetime.

Several pages of the old scamp’s palaver contain statements by which no right thinking man would be offended.  The slabs of print, the page undivided by paragraph divisions, tends to lull the reader or auditor into security.

Mr. Butler even disapproves (mildly, of course) of the “controlling desire for gain,” alias our old enemy the profit motive.  Of course he keeps off the specific MEANS of gain, exercised by his owners.  He then pays a delicate compliment to Lord Holy Fox, without committing himself, in fact nothing could be more downy.

The FIRST Lord Halifax, unaided by his charming and formidable Lady, said there were three hundred years ago many things that riches cannot buy.  Therefore the American boys should bleed for the present Lord Holy Fox.  Now Ole Nick don’t go as far back as all that, he stops back in the 17th Century; before Robert Cecil was so vigorous in defense of the British OPIUM interests in Shanghai.

Victory for a moral ideal is not enough, according to Nicholas, because the “gain-seeking interest has control of so vast a proportion of mankind.” That is true enough, but it ain’t reduced the moral ideal to ABSOLUTE impotence.  This is what was worrying Butler; but he hadn’t got down to bed rock.  He said there was a time, back apparently when Mark Hanna was running the United State of America, when the moral ideal was to all appearances gainin’ ground.

Of course if by that he means that some empires were GAINING territory, he might have said so, only he didn’t.  Ole Nicholas puts the rise of the triumph, real or apparent, the IDEAL, from the McKinley to the Wealsohn administration.

Note of HOpe and progress.

In 1910, the American Congress was unanimous for the moral principle (so long as no questions were asked about the privileges of the usury central).  Nic complains that the moral ideal has disappeared in all that has to do with international relations.

Which shows the state of DEEP ignorance in the WORLD; as distinct from Nicholas Butler’s circle or pot.

And lookin’ at dates, he must have been blurrin’ this blurb the same week that a Chinaman, not of Wang Ching Wei’s party, but of Chiang Kai-shek’s party, and FAITHFUL to Chiang, saying what Hitler’s justice in scuttling international affairs was such that the Chinese of the ANTI-JAP, anti-Wang party might accept Hitler’s arbitrage.

Mr. Butler then seems to fall into incoherence.  He talks of a PLEDGE as something to be kept; what price, England, Churchill, and Roosevelt ?  He objects to having the savings of generations swept away; he asks what has become of the influence of and guidance of the great religions; Christian, Mosel, HEBREW, and Buddhist, and begorrah, of Plato, Aristotle, St. Augustine, St. Thomas Aquinas, leaving out St. Ambrose and St. Antonio da Firenze, and graciously waivin’ a hand to the captains of the mind, Spanish, Italian, French, English, German.  And of course Abraham Lincoln, not quoting old Abe on the currency issue.  And then barbarous brutality, without mention of Esthonia, Finland, or places occupied by the— —Bustin of churches and museums.  Wot price Louvain and Cyrenaica ?  And all this “However dark the skies,” etc. ends up with a historic parallel; the WORLD waitin’ for a new Vaterloo; because Napolean BonypartY went into Russia, and if Hitler ain’t licked in Europe, it will come in Asia or Africa.  Well that is a bad slip, because Knox and Stimson, etc. are retching for to rape Africa.  But at any rate you git a picture of Nicholas, and METONOMY or takin’ a part for the HOLE.  A figger of Rhetorik sez Sam Johnson, whereby one word is put for another.

Now if Butler, the old goof, wants me to give him a clean bill of health, he can use the enormous power conferred on him by his position, to get Columbia University to issue a series of volumes containing the GIST of the beliefs and knowledge of John Adams, Jefferson, Jackson, Van Buren, and Lincoln.  NOT leaving out every phrase and paragraph which I, and men like me, consider vital to the understanding of American history.

A consignment of the unpopular American magazines has reached me.  I don’t mean doctrinal magazines, but magazines in which a serious article occasionally appears.  Thus I have learned that Professor I.A. Richards, one of England’s few respectable high brows in America, is lecturing; yes, naturally, lecturing.

And apparently the normal effort to keep things going, goes on.  Wallace Stevens, J.G. Fletcher, ole Doc Williams, and kumrad kumminkz knowing a bit more about writing than the younger men who haven’t quite made up their minds whether they want to do a real job of work, and LEARN how.

And a man with a Scotch front name married a gal who would appear from the nomenclature to be Scotch, Welsh, and British.  And Ted Spencer has got his dancing man into print where it ought to be, and the objections to it are as silly as one would expect them to be and mebbe the young are comin’ on, as Mr. Calder Joseph; and Langston Hughes has a book in press; probably out by now, which is allus a good thing and Dr. Gogarty or goGARTY, better known to the outer world as Buck Mulligan, has got to New Jersey, and keeps writin’ poems, and is accused of being engaged on a novel.  [He] has written a rather fine ode for the revival of the Tailltean Games, Irish Olympics.  I don’t quite know why it is only published now, as the Tailtean Olympics were restored nearly 20 years ago.

Well, that’s a human touch, and a relief from the noise of the American papers.  We need more communication between the five continents.

And some of the younger professors appear not to have been WHOLLY hoodwinked by propaganda.  Got tired of Georgian poets and so forth.

And that brings me to the question of AGE.  Can you or can you not see that this war is a war against YOUTH ?  That there is in England a whole generation or two generations ready to vomit at the mention of Churchill, Beaverbrook, Garvin, and Baldwin and these senilities want vengence for the lack of respect.

Back in the other war W.B. Yeats said of the old politicians: War, of course they want war, they want all the young gals for themselves.

And in one way or another—lust for power, lust, jealously of the next generation—pretended anxiety for the world as it will be in the time of their grandchildren. Hurry, for fear they won’t be able to kill off the present younger generation before the IDEAS of my generation go into effect.  It is NOT necessary to have the earth ruled by senile bleeders and swindlers.  The youth of Europe has discovered that cardinal fact.

Hence the senile outcry Europa-Delenda.  Europe, according to the Financial News of London, must be wiped OUT, or certain monopolies will disappear.  Men will be able to eat the grain of their own fields, UNLESS Europe is blown to flinders.

HAVE you read the DETAILS of British blackmail on Chile, on the men in Chile who want to trade with the outer world ?  Details of Roosenstein’s “freedom of the seas,” NAVICERT, that was what they tried on Italy and Italy came in on the German side.

If Chile don’t, that merely means that every man in Chile who is black mailed into signing those papers will store up a silent hate against every thing English, and against any nation that participates in such a policy.

STARVE ’em out.  Will YOU separate the starvers from the producers, the growers, the makers ?

Look at Hank Wallace, good guy, nice presence, led down one garden path after another.  Perfect Hampton Court maze, Lord Halifax.  First you are asked to reduce production, plow under, then after a few years you are threatened with rationing.

RATIONING!

In the United States of America, the land of abundance, the land the Loeb chart showed beyond any possible shadow of doubt whatsoever to be the land of abundance.  Every family of four COULD have had then a standard of living equal to what then cost 4000 dollar a year.  Needed monetary reform, of course, had to have honest national money to get it.

The United States of America needed INTERNAL reform, not a war in Africa or in Asia.  Not a war for the mine owners AGAINST the farmers of Rhodesia, not a war for the opium of Shanghai and Singapore.  From IN TERNAL reform could have come collaboration with the other four continents.  AND freedom of the seas, the KIND that will permit Chile and the Argentine to trade with France, Spain, and Sweden, and Switzerland and will let ole Hoover tote food into Belgium.

Will you look at the AGE of the chief war pimps ?  Roosevelt now says he saw war coming in 1937.  In 1937 there was NO necessity of War.  Roosevelt did all he could to make it inevitable.  There is no record of any single act of Roosevelt aimed sincerely at staving off war.  Ignorance of Europe, government in charge of hicks, all the outer world thinks Roosevelt took orders from the worst gang in Europe.

Don’t say I affirm that he did, what I affirm is that he never showed the faintest inclination to learn the facts and come out for a JUST solution.  That is a fairly conservative statement.  He has NEVER been neutral.  But get down to this one point of AGE How old are these blokes who are trying to throw America into the conflict ?  What is their business ?  What is their civic record ?  What is, or ever has been, their desire to let YOU get the facts ?

Have any of ’em ever come out for the JUST PRICE ?  Which is basic in all economics.

Even the old laissez-faire or Whig economics believed at the start that free competition led to the just price.

The wheeze against it was worked partly by faking the FREEDOM of that competition.

If you start a ten years war ?  Yes, IF you start a ten years war.  None of these old swine will be there at the end of it.  It won’t be their world, it may be your ruin.

As to RUIN.  What about Petrograd ?  No military purpose in its destruction.

Laval saved Paris.  Churchill would have had ’em lay Paris flat, to gain three days time that would have had NO effect whatsoever on the result of the German campaign in France.  What causes that ?  Criminality ?  Imbecility ?  Or what Napoleon would have called lack of imagination, meaning incapacity to form a picture in the mind’s eye of what the TOTAL destruction of Paris would mean.

Those of you who want to see Paris again will owe it to Pierre Laval whom the British tried to have murdered.

Those of you who ever do see Paris either for the first time or again will not owe it to Mr. Churchill.  Had that criminal ape got his way, there would have been absolutely NO PARIS there.

Yes, we were once young or younger, and many of us fell for the Russian Red Revolution.  Because the Marxist diagnosis was pretty near right.  The remedy did NOT work.  AND the revolution was betrayed.  Another revolution, a youth, has NOT been betrayed.  It is moving, it is moving toward what the decent Reds wanted.

A lot of ’em saw no further, wanted no more than the end of certain abuses.  The fools got control.  Now YOU are NOT communists.  The United States of America and France and every other nation East of the Volga WANTS the homestead.  The French peasant wants his own bit of land, without the dead hand over him; without mortgage.  The working man does NOT want to govern; he wants good government.

You Americans and the English want government to be good without ANY effort on your part whatsoever.  You don’t even look at what is done by your governments.  Takes an awful heave to get ANY of your attention turned onto the vital facts of a government policy.  Most men want certain things IN their own lives, largely in or inside the sphere of their own trade or business.  Very few analyze that want or carry their thought thru into the realization of what they want with a practical system of government.

Our system was O.K. for the open and unsettled continent, etc.  The frontier, individualism in a state of things where man who couldn’t stand on his own feet in the forest and live on the plain and live, possibly on horseback, merely died off.

First intellectual reaction to mere approach of industrialization Thoreau tried to see how little he need bother about other humanity

Amateur move.

COHABITATION with other men.  POLIS, a city, politics, right way for people to live together in a city.  Greek cities very small; Aristotle bothering about a system for 5000 citizens, etc.

Five million, 130 million, bit more of a job; better regulations needed.

Great swindle, money issue, the exchangeable measured titles to goods.

AS our Constitution got well out in front, was for more than a century, in fact for 130 years, far and away the BEST on earth.  I had allus thought we could get all the social justice we need, by a few sane reforms of money, such as Adams and Lincoln would have thought honest AND CONSTITUTIONAL The grafters would rather throw you into a ten years war and kill off five or ten million YOUNG men than even let the discussion of monetary reform flower on the front pages of the American papers

What causes that ?  Dirtiness causes it; greed, lust, avarice, petty vindictiveness and senile swank cause it

Europe with systems of government less modern than ours, Germany and Italy with the leftovers of earlier centuries especially Germany saw revolutions Worked out a new system suited to EUROPE It is NOT our American affair.  We could with honor advocate freedom of the seas.  For EUROPE as well as for a few Jew controlled shipping firms.  We could, with honor advocate NATURAL commerce; that is, a commerce wherein each nation would exchange what it has, what is has in superfluity or abundance, with what other nations can or will spare.

We could stand for that sort of commerce instead of trying to throttle it

Why do we NOT ?

Why should all men under forty be expected to die or be maimed in sup port of flagrant injustice, monopoly and a dirty attempt to strangle and starve out 30 nations ?

For whom ?

It is NOT even for the people of England, to whom a ten years war means death by starvation.

Europe callin’, Pound speakin’.  Ezry Pound speakin’.  And I think I am perhaps still speakin’ a bit more TO England than to the United States of America but you folks may as well hear it.  They say an Englishman’s head’s made of wood, and the American head made of watermelon.  Easier to git something INTO the American head, but nigh impossible to make it stick there for ten minutes.

Of course I don’t know what GOOD I am doin’, I mean what IMME DIATE good.  But something you folks on both side of the wretched ocean will have to learn, war or no war, sooner or later.

Now what I had to say about the state of MIND in England in 1919, I said in my Cantos (14 and 15).  Some of your theosophists and fancy thinkers would have called it the spiritual state of England.  I am content to say state of mind.

I can’t say my remarks were heeded.  I thought I had got ’em simple enough.  Words short and simple enough.  In fact some people complained that several of ’em contained no more than 4 or 5 letters (some less).

Now I hold NO Catholic has ever been or ever will be puzzled by what I said in those Cantos.  I have, however, never asked for sympathy when misunderstood.  I go on trying to make my meanin’ clear and then clearer.  And in the LONG run people who listen to me (very few do, but members of that small and SElect minority) do know more in the long run, than those who listen to Mr. H.G. chubby Wells and the liberal stooges.

What I am gitting at is, a friend said to me the other day that he was glad I had the politics I have got, but that HE didn’t understand how I, as a North American, United Stateser could have it.

Well that looks simple to me.  Things OFTEN DO look simple to me.  On the CONfucian system that if you start right, and then go on, start at the root and move upward, the pattern often is simple, whereas if you start constructin’ from the twig downward, you get into a muddle.

My politics seem to me SIMPLE.  My idea of a state OR an empire is more like a hedge hog or porcupine, chunky and well defended.  I don’t cotton to the idea of my country being an octopus WEAK in the tentacles and sufferin’ from stomach ulcers and chronic gastritis.

I wish Brother Hoover had spilled his facts about the stinking and rotten Treaty of Versailles while he was still in the White House.  But I am glad he has done so now.  Tho’ he could also confess his OWN errors and aid even now to acceleratin’ the United States of America welfare.

Anyhow, I have, in principle, NO objection to the U.S. absorbin’ Canada and the whole NORTH American continent.

The rot of the British Empire is from inside, and if the whole of that syphilitic organization, headed by Montagu Skinner Norman, makes war on Canada, or Alberta, I see no reason for Canada not making war on the Jews in London.  Whether they are born Jews, or have taken to Jewry by predilection.

What I am ready to fight AGAINST is havin’ ex-European Jews making another peace worse than Versailles, with a new two dozen Danzigs.  Namely the United States bein’ left with war baby bases in Aberdeen, Singapore, Dakar, South Africa, and the Indian Ocean! All draggin’ the tail of their coat, and making dead mathematically sure of another war for Dupont, Vickers, Mond, Melchett, Beit, Ellermann in ten or fifteen years after the present one (present war).  And to that end Roosevelt, Morgenthau, Lehman are working, day and night, not to mention the Warburgs.  And precisely on the subject of Warburgs, I wish Herb Hoover would say MORE about the stink of Versailles.

God knows I have loathed Woodie Wilson, and I don’t want to see more evil done to humanity than was done by Woodrow codface.  And the sooner all America and ALL England wake up to what the Warburgs and Roosevelt are up to, the better for the next generation and this one.

And as an American I do NOT want to see my country annihilatin’ the population of Iceland, as the British annihilated the Maoris.  And as for the Australians, they deserve a Nippo-Chinese invasion.  Criminals were their granddads, and their contribution to civilization is not such as to merit even a Jewish medal.  Why the heck the Chinese and laps don’t combine and drive that dirt out of Australia, and set up a bit of civilization in those parts, is for me part of the mystery of the orient.

And in any case I do NOT want my compatriots from the ages of 20 to 40 to go git slaughtered to keep up the Sassoon and other British Jew rackets in Singapore and in Shanghai.  That is not my idea of American patriotism.  We are gittin’ on for the centenary of the opium war, that never did any good to the lads of Lancashire or of Sussex, and that brought no prosperity in Dorset or Gloucester.

Hardy’s England, aye, aye sir, where is it ?  Did Rothschild save it ?  He did not.  Did the Goldsmid save it ?  He did not.  Does Churchill endeavor to save it ?  He does NOT.  I repeat the rot and stink of England, and the danger to her empire is inside, and has been: from the time of Cobbett.

And NO number of Rabbis and bank touts in Wall Street and in Washington can do one damn thing for England, save let her alone.  And a damn pity they didn’t start doin’ sooner.  That is a pity for England.

And a peace with American war bases all over the whole of the planet would be no more a real peace than Versailles was.  And as to all visible signs Roosevelt is MORE in the Jew’s hands than Wilson was in 1919.  I am against havin’ him mixin’ into ANY post-war matters whatever.  This objectin’ being academic.

An’ I think it would be well for ALL men, from China to Capetown to SEE as soon as possible what Franklin is up to.  Let him keep his paws on the North American continent.  Even if it means DIMinished gun sales for all his pals, and for all gold-bugs.

Eight years ago he was sayin’ “nothin to fear but fear.” Well what has become of THAT Roosevelt ?  What has he done for three years but try to work up a hysteria on that basis ?  He got his face into a paper called Life, eight or ten photographs.  Jim Farley would have been less nuisance in the White House than snob Delano, who objected to Farley NOT on moral or ethical grounds, but PURELY as snobism; didn’t want a mere henchman to succeed him.

And as to American labor.  When will American labor start lookin’ into the currency question ?  “Question,” of course there ought not to be any INTERROGATIVE element in it.  Even a hod carrier OUGHT to be able to learn why interest payin’ debt is NOT so good a basis for money as is productive labor.

But will they ?  Will the American hod carrier and skilled engineer (includin’ Mr. Hoover) ever git round to the currency issue ?  (I call it issue, not question.)

And will the American big employer or financier, except Baruch, ever start studyin’ the solution of HIS problem, which is a corporate solution, in the sense of that word now current in Europe ?

A CORPORATE problem, or issue, which does NOT mean starving the workman, or breakin’ him up by scab mobs.

Lord knows I don’t SEE how America can have fascism without years of previous trainin’.  Looks to me, even now as if the currency problem was the place to start savin’ America.  As I have been sayin’ for some time back, call it ten years or call it twenty.  At this moment it looks like as if John Lewis would take just as long to git round about feedin’ my books to his troops, as it would take the Harvard faculty to git Mr. William G. Morse’s permission to use ’em in Harvard (Economics Department).

Both sides will have to come to it.

On Arbour Day, Pearl Arbour Day, at 12 o’clock noon I retired from the capital of the old Roman Empire to Rapallo to seek wisdom from the ancients.

I wanted to figure things out.  I had a perfectly good alibi, if I wanted to play things safe.  I was and am officially occupied with a new translation of the Ta S’eu of Confucius.  I have in Rapallo the text of Confucius, and of Mencius, the text of the world’s finest anthology, namely that which Confucius compiled from earlier authors, and I have in reach the text of a book which bears on its front page the title Li Ki (which the head of the Chinese Department in our Congressional Library tells me proper minded Chi Sinologues now think is pronounced Lee Gee).  And I have six volumes of the late Dr. Morrison’s Dictionary, not the most up to date dictionary of Chinese Ideograms, but nevertheless good enough.

That is, I have WORK thaaar for some years, if I don’t die before I git to the middle.

The Odes are to me very difficult.  They are of extreme beauty.  Thousands of poets have looked at those odes and despaired.  There are points at which some simple ideogram (that is, Chinese picture word) is so used as to be eternal, insofar as our human sense of eternity can reach.  There is one of the sunrise that I despair of ever getting translated.

There was to face this, the SITUATION.  That is to say the United States had been for months ILLEGALLY at war, through what I considered to be the criminal acts of a President whose mental condition was NOT, as far as I could see, all that could or should be desired of a man in so responsible a position or office.

He had, so far as evidence available to me showed, broken his promises to the electorate; he had to my mind violated his oath of office.  He had to my mind violated the oath of allegiance to the United States Constitution which even the ordinary American citizen is expected to take every time he gets a new passport.

It was obviously a mere question of hours, between that day and hour, and the time when the United States of America would be legally at war with the Axis.

I spent a month tryin’ to figure things out, well did I, perhaps I concluded sooner.  At any rate I had a month clear to make up my mind about some things.  I had Confucius and Mencius, both of whom had been up against similar problems.  Both of whom had seen empires fallin’.  Both of whom had seen deeper into the causes of human confusion than most men even think of lookin’.

Then there was my old dad in bed with a broken hip; Lord knows who is going to mend it or whether it will mend.  So—I read him a few pages of Aristotle in the Loeb Classical Library, English version, to take his mind off it.  Also to keep my own work in progress.

Because for some time I have had in mind the need of comparing the terminology of Chinese and Greek philosphy, and also comparing that with the terminology of mediaevil Catholic theology.

No.  For a man cut off from all his NORMAL contacts with the non-European world, I can’t say I was destitute—mentally—there was plenty lyin’ there for me to be busy about, if I had wanted to “contract OUT.” If I had wanted to go into a funk hole, I had a nice sizeable funk hole.  About as good as an endowed professorship in one of our otiose or veiled, shall we say veiled universities, or even Oxford or Cambridge.  Plenty of muckers down there settin’ pretty, and drawin’ 5000 dollars or ten thousand a year for not tellin’.  I reckon it is Mencius who thought that “the true sage seeks not repose.”

It is not a claustral motto.  I began figurin’ out that a COMPLETE severance of communication between the calm and sentient men is not to be desired.

I have before now pointed out that England was CUT off from the current of European thought during and BY the Napoleonic Wars, and that she never got ketched up again, not during all the damned nasty and 19th century.  Always laggin’ behind.  Perhaps she allus WAS laggin’ behind.  I have pointed out the difference of up-to-dateness between Voltaire and Mr. Samuel Johnson.

At any rate it is NO GOOD.

The United States has been MISinformed.  The United States has been led down the garden path, and may be down under the daisies.  All thru shuttin’ out news.

There is no end to the amount of shuttin’ out news that the sons of Blood who started this war, and wanted this war, and monkeyed round to git a war started and monkeyed round to keep the war goin’, and spreadin’.  There is NO end to the shuttin’ out and perversions of news that these blighters ain’t up to, and that they haven’t, and aren’t still trying to com pass.  Whatever happens it is NOT going to do the United States any good to be as cut off from all news, and all NEWS of CONTEMPORARY thought like the damn fools and utterly decadent Britons have got themselves cut off from.

As you can HEAR from the British Blurb Corporation any Monday and Tuesday evening, and any Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday evening that you choose to listen in to their phenomenal hogwash.

That’s where they’ve got to.  And for their bein’ there neither I nor any man I shake hands with, is to blame in any way whatsoever.  Every English friend I got in the world, has done his damnest to keep England from makin’ such a thunderin’ and abysmal ass of herself.

As for my American friends, Senator Borah is dead, not that I knew him much save by letter; but I can still feel his hand on my shoulder as just before he was getting into an elevator in the Senate building, and I can still hear him sayin’:

“Well, I’m sure I don’t know what a man like you would find to DO here.”

That was a few days sooner, mebbe the first time I met him.  Neither he, nor William J. Bryan lived to hear Senator Wallace tellin’ the world there would be no peace till the nations of the world knocked under and bowed down to the GOLD standard.  Bowed down like drunken and abject fools and said, let gold rule humanity, let all human exchange of goods be bottle necked and ask permission from a few bloodthirsty kikes who OWN gold.  Bow down and say monopoly is God over all men; and this from a man, said to be, or to HAVE BEEN, interested in farmers, and farmer’s welfare.  This after all the lies from the London gold ring, this after 20 years of evasion, this in fact after 20 years’ attempt to conceal from the English people that they were being asked to go out and DIE for gold, for the monopoly of the owners and brokers; owners of gold mines, brokers, and owners of gold.

Back in December I had never expected such a confession from anyone as high in office.

Yaaas, I knew that was what the war was about: gold, usury and monopoly.  I had said as much when I was last in America.  I had then said: IF a war is pushed onto us.  So now we have got pushed out of Guam, and Wake, and I suppose out of the Philippines, and a 30 years war is in process ?  Is it ?  Is a 30 years war what the American citizen thinks will do most good to the United States of America ?

Or has someone been MiSinformed ?  and IF so, who misinformed him ?  Accordin’ to the reports of the American press now available to the aver age European, someone in charge of American destiny miscalculated somethin’ or other.

An “inquiry” is in progress, at least as they print here.  It bein’ my private belief that I could have avoided a war with Japan, if anybody had had the unlikely idea of sending me out there, with any sort of official powers.

The Japanese have a past.  Of course when I talk to ’em now, they are apt to remind me that they have ALSO a presertt.

They have not mentioned the future in our conversations.

The last American journalist I saw, and that was the night before Arbour Day, told me the Japs would never etc., etc.

A nation evolves by process of history.  Japan to me consists in part of what I learned from a sort of half trunk full of the late Ernest Fenollosa’s papers.  Anybody who has read the plays entitled Kumasaka and Kagekiyo, would have AVOIDED the sort of bilge printed in Time and the American press, and the sort of fetid imbecility I heard a few nights ago from the British Broadcasting Company.

There are certain depths of ignorance that can be fatal to a man or a nation.  When these are conjoined with malice and baseness of spirit, it seems almost useless to mention them.

A BBC commentator somewhere about January 8 was telling his presumably music hall audience that the Japs were jackals, and that they had just recently, I think he said, within living men’s lifetime, emerged from barbarism.  I don’t know what patriotic end you think, or he thinks, or the British authorities think (if that is the verb), is served by such fetid ignorance.

A glance at Japanese sword guards, a glance at Jimmy Whistler’s remarks about Hokusai, or, as I indicated a minute ago, a familiarity with the Awoi no Uye, Kumasaka, Nishikigi, or Funa-Benkei.  These are Japanese classical plays, and would convince any man with more sense than a pea hen, of the degree of Japanese civilization; let alone what they conserved when China was, as Fenollosa tells us, incapable of preserving her own cultural heritage.

China lettin’ Confucius go OUT of the schools, for example.

And you needn’t sniff, the Bostonians kulturbund needn’t sniff and say the British Broadcasting Company, the Bloody Boobs Corporation, is over in vulgar London, such things couldn’t happen in Boston.

Almost equal imbecility was attained by Time weekly magazine in November of 1941.

Someone had apparently blundered, as Lord Tennyson wrote of the charge at Balaclava.  And blundered, we think, considerably worse.  Waaal now who blundered.  A commission has been appointed—possibly to white wash who blundered.  I don’t know that it is in the citizen’s duty to white wash who blundered.

I think the United States and even her British Allies might do well to keep more in touch with continental opinion.

I don’t think anybody is going to whitewash who blundered into the alli ance with Russia.

I think there are some crimes that nothing will whitewash.

I don’t think an alliance with Stalin’s Russia is lucky.  I don’t think the crime of even going thru the motions of invitin’ Russia into slaughter and kill all eastern Europe is a NECESSARY part of the program; program of defense, program of offense.  I don’t think this horror was NECESSARY.

I don’t think it is the function, even of the Commander-in-Chief of the United States American Army, to dictate the citizens’ politics;

NOT to the point of invitin’ Bolshevik Russia to kill off the whole east half of Europe!

I don’t think it is a lucky move.  EVEN if Eden hopes to doublecross Russia, which nothing indicates that he does hope.

The day Hitler went into Russia, England had her chance to pull out.  She had her chance to say, let bygones be bygones.  If you can stop the Moscovite horror, we will let bygones be bygones.  We will try to see at least HALF of your argument.

Instead of which Hank Wallace comes out—no peace till the world accepts the gold standard.

Does look like there was a weakness of mind in some quarters.  Whom God would destroy, he first sends to the bug house.

The prospect of a 30 years war is not one to arouse mirth and hilarity even in a flighty, chicken headed and irresponsible people such as the United States of Americans.

You are in it, and Lord knows, who is a goin’ to git you out.  The late Lord Rothermere, whose culture was nothin’, as you might say, to write home about, finally decided that the English public was wholly unteachable.  I don’t know whether you can learn ANYTHING from history, I don’t know whether you are even yet in the state of mind where you want to learn any thing from history or from any other source whatsoever.

A way to get yourselves OUT, might be discoverable, it might be more discoverable if you first had the faint inkling of a curiosity as to how you got yourselves IN.

Now whether you can learn anything from the disasters of England, I do not know.  But I would about lay it down as an axiom that empires do not get knocked apart from outside until they are plum gone to rot in the middle.

The laws of right government have been known since the days of Yao and Shun, ole Chinese emperors, and from the time of Shun to King Wen was a 1000 years, and from Wen to Confucius 500.

And they say when the policies of Shun and of Wan were set together (compared), they were as the two halves of a seal, or it might be of a tally stick.

And for nigh onto 4000 years I think no one has dodged the facts of these policies.  And from the time of Confucius every dynasty in China that has lasted 300 years has been founded on the law of Confucius, a man or a group, seem’ the horse sense of government, as learned by Confucius, I mean he learned it looking at history, talking of Shun and Wan and after him whenever a great man learned it he started or upheld some sort of imperial order.

And for that reason I am distinctly unimpressed by the bombastic lies of Mr. Winston Churchill or the dirt of Mr. Anthony Eden.

And if the United States was going to have a foreign alliance, I would have preferred it to be with some other kind of a government than Eden and Churchill.  There are worse things than a biff on the jaw.  Get slugged on the jaw, you can mebbe get up and fight, but a long term of syphilis weakens the constitution.

No, the United States has, politically and economically speaking, had economic political syphilis for the past 80 years.  Ever since 1863.  And England has had economic syphilis for 240 years, so now she is a moultin’ and droppin’, Hong Kong, Singapore, Canada, and Australia.  Seems like it is tertiary.

Well, as Lord Rothermere said: they are unteachable.  I don’t know how much more they reckon to drop before they get ready for physic.  I have said on this radio before now that along about 1695 or 94 the Bank of England was put together, and in 1750 they shut down on the Pennsylvania colony money, and the system of lending paper out to the farmers.  And in 1776 the natural consequences of that dirty London policy of starvin’ and cheatin’ became, as they say, more apparent.  And a year or two later Johnnie Adams said to the British commander: They were havin’ a parley, sez John Adams.  “I don’t care what capacity I am received in, receive me in any capacity you like except that of a British subject.” So the first large scale effect of the London cheatin’, and money monopoly was the loss of the American colonies.  The Chinese have a method of countin’ cycles of 80 years.  I don’t know that there is much in it, but it seems to work sometimes.  Eighty years, from the bank to the American Revolution.  About 80 years from startin the American government to the great betrayal of 1863.  Think it over And from 63 to the present OUR rise as a state thru three or four major, but POSITIVE convulsions, like Jefferson’s revolt against Hamilton’s dirtiness, the Jackson-Van Buren war for the liberation of the American Treasury.  Lincoln’s sayin’, “gave to this people the greatest blessin’ they ever had, their own paper to pay their own debt.” And then the assassination of Lincoln.

And then another 80 years: to the END, and absolute collapse of the American system of government.

Can we revive it ?

Has the country got the guts for the climb ?  Is there, as I am sayin’ this, the faintest stirring of a desire INside the United States for any healthy new structure ?  Or are we the gadarine swine taken with collective hysteria ?  Are there ten men in America ready calmly to go back over the events of the past few years, in America and in England ?  Is there the faintest stirring of American curiosity as to how a sane government could be built up ?  Or at any rate any nucleus or group ready to go back and learn how we were built up from the beginning ?

Adams, Jefferson, and Van Buren to read and digest.  You can’t talk it over with me; because none of you can get to a radio.  You can’t print stuff like this in your papers, cause the newspapers are NOT there to inform the people.  You have got to talk to each other, you have got to write letters one to another.

The texts and the guides you have got, that is, in a way you have got ’em, sprawled out, in big sets of unhandy volumes.  Our publishers don’t print handy compendiums.  Your professors don’t analyze, that is, not very much.  I don’t know what has become of Claude Bowers.  He did a bit of digging about.  You have a half-dozen historians but not all of ’em, by any means, able to take out the facts and show how they hitch together.

I dunno how you think you are going to assist in a war by a money system which, as Jefferson already saw, “charges the public TWO dollars for every dollar spent by the government,” just automatically and independent of any particular grafting and swindling.

Thirty years war, 30 years paradise for Army contractors, may not be what you voted for.  In fact, Mr. Franklin D. Roosevelt on that score is manifestly what they called him here the other day: the boy that fell down on his assignment.  And when you think, if you do think, of the BILLIONS that have been lifted by the Morgenthau treasury policy during the past nine years of peace time.  God knows.

God knows what it will be during warfare, or by the end, shall we say, thirty years ?  Well, you are now IN, and nobody in Europe can now get you out.  Inspired (shall we say) by the principle of self-determination of peoples, oppressed peoples ?  Illustratin’ it by the determination to keep Mr. Aguinaldo out of his native Manila you have chucked away our national cultural heritage.

Relatively speakin’ that heritage was the determination of our forebears to set up and maintain in the North American continent a government better than any other.

The determination to govern ourselves INternally, better than any other nation on earth.  The idea of Washington, Jefferson, Monroe, to keep out of foreign shindies.

Well, you have chucked that idea, or ideal onto the dung heap.  And you have insulted the most highly tempered people on earth.  With unspeakable vulgarity you have insulted the most finely tempered people on earth, threatenin’ ’em with starvation, threatenin’ ’em with encirclement and tellin’ ’em they were too low down to fight.

You are at war for the duration of the Tenno’s pleasure.  Nothin’ in the Western World; nothin’ in the whole of our Occident can help you to dodge that.  Nothin’ can help you dodge it.

I could go along on this line for some time, but mebbe I said enough for one evenin’.

Well perhaps I won’t stick to my title very closely, but to start off with, when I was in New York a while back I saw Katharine Cornell in a play, that was a bit soft, and the little sermon she gave from the stage, not quite part of the piece sounded THEN a bit sentimental.  I have no doubt that vague language is used on both sides of the present discussion.  We can’t all be stylists.

I am chasm’ the METHOD of war scares, the method used for gettin’ people worked into hysteria.  And part of it, is attackin’ one wrong, appealin’ to the soft heart and then by false dilemma offering the hearer a bit of sheer buncombe, i.e., offering him an alternative and doing a hat trick to make him think it is the ONLY alternative; false dilemma, you call that in a logic class.

Thus with the stink of Russia NO ONE with any thought in Europe or North or South America believes in the abolition of ownership of every thing.

East Europe and North America believe in the homestead, from A to Z, and from bedrock to roof tree the American people believe in the homestead.

The members of the floating population, to which the top crust has been REDUCED, are beliefless, they got no belief, they want this, that or tother, tinsel and limelight.  The young, I ain’t the first to notice it, the young WANT this, that, or tother, often they want something different over two weeks.  The stronger ones CIT it.  After they git to be fifty, a few of ’em try to see what all the fuss was about.

Lord knows j’ai roulée ma bosse.  I wanted metropolitan life, etc.  But you can’t run a whole state or nation on the predilections of a few writers and artists.  WHEN they ripen, as take the case of William Shakespeare, they git to hear of the homestead.

The WHOLE and total best of civilization, Chinese or Western, is based on the homestead.  It is not based on nomadic tribes, and destructions.

Being DISGUSTED as 98% of all decent men were with the results of usuriocracy, money lenders’ decivilization, money lenders’ RUIN of the good life in the Occident and everywhere else they could get their dirty hooks onto, a lot of us fell for ANY alternative, jumpin’ the part we didn’t look at very closely, never stoppin’ to ask: DO we believe Marx and Lenin ?  Hence PART of the red and pink beano.  When their hair begins to lose its adolescent hue, a few men begin to think of a SYSTEM, a working system, a base and BASIS for human living together.  And the answer comes out the same, a house GOOD enough for the ordinary folk to go on livin’ in from one generation to the fourth and fifth generation.  And you get relief classically in the Wanderjahre.  Run around and look at the world [ the kikes and Frank Roosevelt and Hill Billy Hull and Welles are doin’ their worst to clamp down on.  DON’T want any witnesses, any free and independent witnesses, to tell what IS goin’ on elsewhere.  In the ole days it was the fatheads with privilege; or mediocre writers and architects and artists that did not WANT criticism.  [FCC transcript: Every decent idea was to go around, see the best, and then come home and do better.  That is the way the good life is built.  The so-called stifling air of the provinces et cetera was due to fear, due to shunning comparisons.  While, if every American would get up tomorrow morning and ask himself what he really wants, there would be an end to the Roosevelt hysteria.  That is to say, it would not spread like a pest throughout the American nation.] If the citizen, after having asked himself that, would then go on to the ole Rights of Man, and say how much of it can I git without doing dirt to my neighbor, the good life would approach very rapidly, more rapidly than it usually does; if we can trust to the human record.

Yes, I know what the decent English are resistin’ and what they were even ready to fight to resist.  And if they had any clear headedness, that would be dandy.  They want their cultural heritage, they think the English once had nice manners.

Well I was talkin’ to a friend of mine, and she was born with a name sacr’d to every man who cares for poetry written in English, Rossetti.  And she said, “The worst manners come from people trying to be nasty to people whom they consider inferior.  Matter of class.  And the Nazis have wiped out that feeling, and wiped out bad manners in Germany.”

The New Europe goes ON NOW doing what American democracy, in the clean sense of that word, started doin’ when it made a DECLARATION of Independence, but failed to define all the words used, or compromised on the wording, struck out Jefferson’s original sentences about abolition of slavery, and for the sake of a vote, omitted to specify that “equal” means equal in the courts of law, no man having privilege over any other, to be let off certain penalties cause he was the son of his papa, or had been to a university.

I told my rare and precious readers ten years ago that there was an ANTI snob movement in Italy.  Of course no one paid any attention to that sentence, so I repeat it.

Some things you are learning 30 years late, some things 20 and ten years.  And in others you swallow goof like Mr. Donovan, Colonel Donovan, or you merely get hooked with press lies contradicted two days or ten days later.  I have a weakness for newspaper writers, ever since a fellow named Monsier turned up in London in 1915 or some such, and later when there weren’t any new book writers, I took to my newspaper colleague, who of course allus looked down on the outsider, but a few of ’em were kindly and tolerant, regardin’ me as an amateur, who didn’t menace their pay cheque.  And I finally took to noticin’ the waves of credulity that pass over ’em.  They know that most of what they can print is all horse.  But they believe certain unprinted rumors.  Sure, we were set to invade Dakar.  Well, I don’t deny it.  Sometimes their tips are straight.  But we do almightily need a better system of communication.  We need a greater honesty ?  Naturally, and I don’t mean merely about stealing and graft.  I mean inside the individual head.  A greater resistance to these waves of hoakum.

Do you want the destruction of the people of Iceland ?  Is Finland a menace to anyone save a few kike owners of nickel mines ?  Do the Beits and Sassoons and their delegates represent the best English tradition ?

If the United States is to steal and embezzle, wouldn’t it be wiser to stick to French, English, and Dutch dependencies in the American hemisphere ?  And wouldn’t it be honester to get same by purchase, even if it meant fewer IMMEDIATE profits to the tinned meat and armament rackets ?

I am readin’ you now another Canto for diverse reasons.  It contains things or at least hints at things that you will have to know sooner or later.  Berle or no Berle, war or no war.

And as I stated last time, I am feedin’ you the footnotes first in case there is any possible word that might not be easily comprehended.  The Decennio, and decennio exposition was the exhibition in Rome at the end of the first ten years of the Fascist regime.  Mussolini’s fascist regime.  They set up the office of the old Popolo d’Italia, very like what had been the New Age Office in London.  Except that Orage’s office contained a couple of drawings by Max Beerbohm which have never been published.

John Marmaduke is a pseudonym, the rest of the names in the Canto are real.  The MacMillan Commission sat after the other war to look into the sins of the British Financial system.

Antoninus Pius, a Roman emperor; lex Rhodi the law of Rhodes, well I say that in the Canto.  The Latin phrase: Aurum est commune sepulchrum, gold the common sepulchre.  Parallels: Troy the common grave, I think it is a part of a line by Propertius.  But it don’t matter who it is quoted from.  And the Greek: helandros, kai heleptolis kai helarxe [usary destroyer of] men and cities and governments.  HELARXE more or less twisted from a line of Aeschylus; about Helen of Troy destroyer of men, and cities.  Geryon, Geryone; allegorical beast in Dante’s hell, symbol of fraud and all dirtiness.  Hic Geryon est, is a Latin tag meaning, with the other phrase, Hic hyperu sura: this is extra strong usury.  Super usury.  All right, now I am going on with Canto 46.

E.P. speaking. That’s the end of Canto 46.

This challenge is a chance to— —about the sale and manufacture of war.  This war is part of a profit.  The present phase of that profit began at the end of the 17th Century.  By 1750 a corrupt and avaricious government in England, working for British monopolies, was shutting down on the Pennsylvania colony’s issue of money, paper money, money issued against land, work and the industrious and sane nature of the Pennsylvania colonists.

I have given between 70 and 100 talks on the radio and if I come back to the microphone 100 or 200 times more, I could start every talk with that statement.  Until you see this war as an incident in a series, you cannot understand it or judge it or qualify yourselves as judges of the rights and wrongs of the present act in the story.

Will men of my generation in America stop to consider what is not printed ?  Will Americans between the age of 50 and 60 look back honestly over their own reading over what they have read during the past 50 years ?  Note the vague dissatisfaction, the sense of bafflement, especially for the man who reads after working hours.

Now take the current issues of supposedly serious magazines, magazines that are certainly authoritative in a twisted sense, authoritative and influential.  I believe one of them nominated Willkie and by now perhaps that fact needs no comment whatever.  I’ve been accused in these talks but, if anyone has seriously answered any of my statements, they have been unable to do so in any form that reaches me.  Well, I ask my compatriots of my own age to note that the very high percentage of articles printed in

American magazines contains a joker, that is a silent point, a basically false assumption.  I don’t mean they all contain the same false assumption.  I point k out that there is no public medium in the United States for serious discussion.

Every [one?] of these publications has subjects which its policy forbids it to mention or to mention without falsification.  And I ask the men in my generation to consider the effects, the cumulative effect of this state of things which does not date from September, 1941, but has been going on ever since we can remember.

The progressive falsification of America has been going on for 80 years at least and we have lived through half of it.  I mean as conscious leaders, we have had 40 years of ill-intentional and of semi-conscious befuddlement to contend with and it is time to come to the cumulative effect of that profit.

Baruch, Berle, Best?—to take three names starred in American publicity, one pronouncement and two headlined articles are before me.  All of these men writing and speaking with authority of a sort official positions, dominant in national affairs and with such views that no man under 40 can possibly untangle their cobwebs.

In normal times, qualified readers wouldn’t try.  They would let it go at that.  They would be busy on constructive work.  The old are indifferent, the experienced are indifferent and a cautious son of a New York editor, now in his 70th year, I mean the son in his 70th year, remembered his father’s— —. He shrugged his shoulders, or did when I saw him last autumn, who is he to impede human carnage ?  The folly of all mankind ain’t nothing, but human imbecility gives us an idea of the infinite.  And in a way, as he said, do nothing about it.

Well, there is still time to learn something about it, still time to fight against a peace that can be no peace, still time to fight against widespread efforts to prevent the end of the slaughter, which efforts are being made.  I mean people are now trying to prevent the war from ending.  People have already planned for a peace like the last, a mere parenthesis, a mere slow-up of munition sales, a mere disequilibrium that will keep the world on tenterhooks between the end of this war and the start of the next one.

You cannot sit in Ohio and judge the Balkans.  You cannot judge China from Omaha.  You could read, and perhaps some American will some day make a vow to read one old paper or magazine once a month, by all means say three or six months old, and once a year read a still older one.  That might give you a perspective.

Unless you know at least as much about the past 20 years of Italian history as is contained in old— —volume on “Italian Socio-Economic Policy,” you will not be able to observe how much of old programs has been recently endorsed by Barney Baruch.  Nor will you be able to see the price of confidence was— —article in October Fortune, A.A. Berle, Assistant Secretary of State.

Well, when I was in Washington, a member of the Cabinet told me that so far as he knew Barney was a patriotic gentleman.

Baruch now came out for a constituted price, a price in accord with— —, a price that would guarantee just recompense to everyone who collaborates in a final product.

I will be ready to consider Baruch’s a patriot when he comes out seriously for abolition of the national debt.  He is far in— —that lives in the new economics.

Now Berle’s article is very nice in the second half.  It— —.

The President has NO LEGAL power to enter into devious and secret agreements with foreign powers.  He has no legal power to cook up policies with the late Johnnie Buchan and sign the nation’s name on the document.

United States Treaties are valid when ratified by the Senate and not before.  The President has no legal power to enter into condominiums with foreign governments, for the misconduct of scandalous islands off the China coast or in proximity to distant oriental, or any other damn harbors.

The President has no more legal right to do these infamies than you have to sign my name on a cheque, or I yours.

There is no darkness save ignorance.

The labile, that is to say slidy and weak memory of past events is no asset to a nation or statesman.  Looking back to an unsavory part of our American past we find it more savory than the present.  Whether Roosevelt has mental stamina enough left to learn anything from his nasty forerunner and foreslider, Woodrow the codface: I know not.  But men of mental capacity above that of a wart hog ought to be able to look back as far as 1914 and 1919.  Woodrow resisted clamor to get us into that war.  When he came in, he was in accord with the will of the people, a will which he had not faked or concocted.  The Allies won that war, and then cheated Italy.  It was an error.  The cheating of Italy was an error, and Lloyd George ought to know it by now.  The cheating of Italy was an error.

When Wilson further signed or tried to sign the United States name to a rascally agreement, he was NOT expressing the will of the nation.  He had already wormed and wriggled out of the proper functions of his office.  He had already wormed and wriggled, KNOWING that he opposed the will of the people.

There is a limit or orbit to power.  There is a limit or orbit to the practical effects of illegality.  The error of old codface, sorefoot, was his own.  But he was abetted.  In fact he was buttered, caressed, inoculated, and led down the garden path, by his accomplices.  They were warned and even had they not been warned it was their duty to ascertain what Woodrow’s real powers were.  The position of the Warburgs and Lloyd George at Versailles was that of crooks who accept a forged cheque in the hope of passing it on to some one else.

The dirt and grease of the Versailles scoundrels, Jews, sub-Jews and Gen tiles alike, was that having concocted Wilson, having passed him off on their brutalized and stupefied peoples as the United States of America, they proceeded to offer his forged cheque to their people.

The League stank from the beginning.  It stank of the Bank of Basel, the Warburgs, the Regents of the Banque de France and the ulcer of England.  Not all Roosevelt’s actions are infamous.  As there is no criticism of music till you can judge the relative merits of different works by the same com poser, so there is no political or ethical criticism till you can measure and judge the different political acts of the same political criminal, gangster, or statesman.

When the President acts within his powers, he has NO NEED to do violence to the laws.  His powers are executive, that is, he is legally there to PUT INTO effect the will of the nation and the laws made by the representatives of the People.  When he violates and passes beyond his legal powers, he acts TOWARD the destruction of ALL legal government of the United States of America, all government by law and by the laws.

I mean by ANY law, he moves toward a total illegality.  This is evil, this is extremely dangerous in the long run, it is myopic, it is short-sighted.  In fact, the man is an ass.  No good American objects to the U.S.A. assuring the tranquility of the Caribbean.

There is no need to violate the mandate of the people in making QUITE sure that there be no submarine bases, poison factories, etc. immediately off the coast of Florida or in easy reach of Georgia, Alabama, and the mouth of the Mississippi.  There are even ways [for] America [to] occupy foreign territory after at least attempting to do it legally.

One can offer to buy, even if one thinks one will have to take over, and make reparations later.  I do not think Congress would have objected to the taking over of ALL Guiana, not merely the gotterdamn Dutch part.  When a politician’s WHOLE policy has been indirect, when his whole political strategy has consisted in indirectness, in the carom shot (not the straight shot), it is unwise to accept any act of his at its face value.

If Roosevelt’s aim had been Dutch Guiana, he would probably have turned public attention elsewhere.  It is reasonable to assume, on the basis of Roosevelt’s public career since the end of his second year in the White House, that his aim in this case was NOT Dutch Guiana.

It is legitimate at least to suspect that his MAIN purpose was to grab yet more ILLEGAL power, to put a hot one over such fools as Senator Pepper and the other fools in the Senate and Congress.  Like balloon-faced bumbustuous Churchill, Roosevelt follows every error by a demand for more personal power.

We should be very careful in arriving at [a] judgment of his Caribbean policy.  It may be another mere grab.  His interest in international politics is considerable.  His hate and loathing of legitimate action, of reasoned action, is extreme.  His intolerance of all real collaboration either is, or ought to be known to men who share the responsibility for the governing of the United States of America.  I should desire an open mind in considering the Caribbean policy, which is O.K. insofar as it aims at peace and security.  The question of how far Brazil should agree [with] our IDEAS of peace and security is a hemisphere question.  All this is a matter of the American hemisphere.  And as I said in opening, we will have no criticism of our own politics, no criticism of it worth the name, till we can judge between one act of our blowy rhinoceros and another.  The policy for the western hemisphere is one thing, Asian affairs are another.

England’s conduct in China has been for the most part an infamy.  Let some bloody-minded betrayer of the British people get up in their grimy assembly and tell the world of their kind acts in the Orient.  From the sacking of the Imperial Palace in Peking to the Jewsoons’, Sassoons’ century of infamy and of opium with Robert Cecil their advocate.  That is their dirt, why make it ours ?  In any case secret agreements between an usurious nature faker whether in or out of the White House are ILLEGAL.  And a foreign government which presents these secret pledges to ITS people as acts of the United States of America participates (and naturally HAS participated) in the swindle.  We should leave this trash to its own people, human— —. If this people hasn’t the manhood and sense to spew out their Churchills, Baidwins, Buchans, and lesser vermin, that is their own affair, and they will presumably pay the penalty for their own flaccidity and mistaken toler ance.  They will slang us for THEIR errors all right.  But that any sub-Jew in the White House should send American lads to die for their Jewsoons and Sassoons and the private interest of the skum of the English earth, and the still lower dregs of the Parsee and Levantine importations is an outrage: and that ends it.  To send boys from Omaha to Singapore to die for British monopoly and brutality is not the act of an American patriot.

The Honor of the United States of America is NOT concerned with becoming an arsenal.

The men who wintered at Valley Forge did not suffer those months of intense cold and hunger with the design, or in the hope that Pennsylvania, Massachusetts, Virginia, the union of the colonies would one day be able to stir up wars between other countries in order to sell them munitions.

I don’t want, the last thing I want, is that any harm should come to Uncle Sam’s Army and Navy.  The Navy is, some, of it, gone where I can’t much help it.  The Army can get on all right if it stays where it ought to be, namely on the North American continent.

I certainly do NOT want American’s young blood shed in an assinine attempt to wreck all European civilization.  I don’t want it Dunkirked, and I would like for Mr. C. Gessler to go on getting his bath at Waikiki, if it ain’t too late to mention the subject.  I have heard said that Aguinaldo had and has as good a right to the Island of Luzon as George Washington had to Virginia.  I am not a Philippine specialist.  I have read on fair authority, namely on that of at least one participant, that the British troops after the last war were about fed up with some features of English government.

Dunkirk is one way to keep troops from showing their feelings.  Whether American air destroys the memory, I am not prepared to state.  John Devey kept his till ripe old age; and I am reminded of his quotation from Burke on the penal laws, “an elaborate contrivance as well fitted for the expression, impoverishment and degradation of a people, and the debasement in them of human nature itself as ever preceded from the perverted ingenuity of man.”

Well, as Prattling Nelson is telling you, you haven’t seen anything YET.  And it has been forgotten that the 18 years of Irish Parliament, 1782–1800, followed close on our American revolution, preceding the French [of] 89.  That is, if it isn’t rank pretense that any non-Irish American knows it, save by odd chance.

For indeed is there much analogy in it for North America ?  There is for South American countries.  Our South American policy hasn’t yet got as far as the Times.  A Celt will soon be as rare in Ireland as a Red Indian on the shores of Manhattan.

Perhaps it would be unwise to see too deep for analogies.  Palmerston, Lord John Russell and the Times, intending their utterance to apply only to the Pope and the King of Naples, had been advocating the right of every people to choose their own rulers.  [By that allusion, I mean short, that they] had a word for it before the Atlantic Conference.

What am I getting at with all this which what, what which ?  Well, the moral behind any reference to John Devey is that Oireland kept hold of something.  Call it the soul of the Irish nation.  Kept hold of it thru 700 years of oppression, bloody oppression, not tea party conversation.

And the Americans, the U.S’ers, have started a fine government in 1776.  Couldn’t keep it a century and have now plum forgotten it ever existed.

It is to be supposed that you are all running round hot and bothered, like headless chickens, no man understanding another.  And the pathological brainstorm in the White House after years of robbing the country dipping into the Treasury, years of frothing at the mouth about Mussolini and Hitler, in mid January comes out with a discourse and EVERY single item in it that has a trace of sanity is IMITATED from Mussolini or Hitler.

After 20 years [of] judaic propaganda Lenin Trotsky stuff crowding American history out of the schools, wild inferiority hate against Europe, here old Delano comes out with a mixed bag, in which two thirds of the program is fascist.  With, of course, the essential parts missing.

Well now what causes this ?  Twenty years late, just 20 years late as Amerikanishly usual.  The same old American time lag, leading the world from the back seat as usual.

Amid all which flurry there is much that I am sure of.

This war is part of a process that has been going on for some time.  And Roosevelt never lied with mere typically Rooseveltian fluency than when he bleated out his sick blah about wanting to keep YOU (that is you, the American people, and your children and your grandchildren) out of war.

A clean man would have been content to keep peace in his own time and trust his children to follow example.  By continued bosh about Europe, which his mental and ethical level is much too low to reach he tipped you into war with the Jew Asia and you are most of you his accomplices

Nevertheless I am convinced of at least one thing.  The present war should NOT be allowed to degenerate into a 30 years or even ten years beano for Knudson and the other sustainers of speed-ups and sweating, chain table.

Work ’em up in six years, was the old Jamaica slave owners system.  Do the young men, and only young men can stand it, last SIX years at the Knudson band assembly systems ?  Jews paid by Schiff in New York got hold of Russia and turned the whole land into a sweat shop.  Watch your step, brother, it CAN happen to you.

Nothing here about winning the war or not winning it.  Wars are not won by sweat shops alone.  They are not won by profiteers ONLY.  I mean the profiteers win PROFITS, but they do NOT win wars.  They start war, but they do not start them in order that any particular nation shall win them.

You can swipe all South America and end up ruined.  You can end up with your farms ALL ruined by South American competition INSIDE a customs ring.  Dumping of cheaper products is not stopped by mere LACK of customs wall.

If there are any New Englanders, if there are any Americans who have BEEN American for three centuries, or two centuries, or one century, any whose forebears constructed the nation, it is time for ’em to get together and think.  It is time for them to break the spell of the Knudson and Stimson slop.

Army [regulations] make it unethical to assert that a plane can not be in two places at once.  That is the Knox, Stimson, Roosevelt coherence.  Possibly new arms manuals will be issued.  It seems unlikely that Stimson will bring luck to an army.  Military honor has existed.  Stimson is unaware of ANY such component in the life of an army.  I don’t think Henry is a very good bet.

I refer to his absolute and TOTAL lack of any sense of honor whatsoever, let alone the fine honor that has in the past inhered in the concept of the solider and officer.  Three generations of c[h]anting parsons are back of that fishface.  As to Knox, well your worst enemies hope you will keep him.  A child of four [?].  I am making these rather gross allusions with a purpose.  That is the faint wavering hope that something will wake you.  That some phrase will penetrate the hypnotic or dope trance.  These two men were distinctly NOT chosen by the people.  No member of the Democratic Party would do particular dirts.  Some [of] these decrepit hacks are chosen as instrument.

That is O.K. from one point of view, point of view of tyranny.  The over lord or autocrat must be served.  If his own party will NOT follow him into certain messes, he must go outside his own party.

Why not lay a wreath on the grave of the elective system ?

“Here lies John Jones, he is not dead but sleepeth.” Or here lies democracy.

By God if I was dead, I think I’d admit it.

The question is, if two or three sane men, in the bog of Rooseveltian fuddlement can ANYwhere meet and cohere, and clarify their mental perceptions, they should or could, could or should, begin to wonder WHERE the country is coming OUT, “coming out AT” is, I believe, the phrase current.

Are you headed for a CHEAP, ten cent kike, Blumstein, Blumenstein, Zukor, tawdry imitation of nazism, or say for the moment, of fascism ?  VOID of all vital content.  And if you mean to imitate it, are you going to emulate, or to vie ?  Are you going to try to have as GOOD a brand of the corporate State as is now provided in Europe ?  If not, why not ?

You have the least desirable member of the teempin [?] North American population now at the head of it.

The people have been lied to, betrayed, hog swoggled, and you can’t just rub all that out.  The question is WHAT of tomorrow morning ?  Where do you go from HERE ?

Thirty years intensive production of synthetic products in order to attack the Japanese colony of Australia in 1947 ?  or 1971 ?  AND IN THE INTERIM, what of your INTERNAL government ?

Any syndical organization ?  Or just Russian mess and chaos, just Soviets run by the Warburgs ?

IS there ANY American consciousness, as distinct from Fortune, and New Yorker hysteria, with fatty what’s-his-name Woollcott weeping into the megaphones ?  Or the lowest common denominator Mr. Swing whining into the atmosphere that the Americans are humiliated.  There must, damn it, there must be traces of the American RACE left somewhere on the American continent.  The race that set up the United States government.

Have they lost all sense of coherence ?  Is American lucidity dead ?

Monsieur Bonaparte.  Napoleon I, made several mistakes, but it is generally conceded that he possessed military ability.  Several of his discoveries lie outside the range of my subject but I shall probably be permitted to remind you of one of his dicta, namely, You can’t conquer a map.

Not only do the main geographic features of our planet remain fairly stationary, but the nature of the soil and of the climate can not be altered suddenly even by the greediest politician, or most ignorant man hater and Knudson/Stakhalevite.

The AIM in all the more important human endeavors must count for SOMEthing.  And you can not get to San Francisco by going to Boston.  Granted ?  Or NOT granted.

No one has examined the genesis of the “muddle thru theory in old England.” No one so far as I know has taken the faintest interest in my citation of the Jew prosecuting attorney, for one of America’s largest, oldest historic cities.

“All I’m interested in is BUNK,” he said to me.  Meaning that BUNK, falsification, was his sole interest.  Seeing what you can put over.  This is one thing from the late P.T. Barnum, from a music hail artist, a circus owner.  It is the prestidigitator’s job to illude.  That’s what he is paid for.

It may take another 40 or 80 years to get any of you calm enough, ever again, to ask yourselves whether this is the desirable legal attitude, whether this is the beau ideal, the ne plus ultra, the summum desiderium for a public official, engaged regularly in great municipal law courts.  It is open to doubt whether there are six men listening now to this broadcast who are capable of facing this question.  If there are, let ’em find six others.  Some day you will all have to face it, and face all of its implications, not merely one of ’em.

Some day the remnants of the American people will begin to wonder WHICH side was right.  They will wonder whether the choice was wise.  They will even begin to wonder which side of WHAT.  Which side stood for which PRINCIPLE, not merely stood for which interest.

Hank Wallace has shown up the INTEREST.  Gold.  Nothing else uniting the three governments, England, Russia, United States of America.  THAT IS the interest—gold, usury, debt, monopoly, class interest, and possibly gross indifference and contempt for humanity.

Now if you know anything whatsoever of modern Europe and Asia, you know that HITLER stands for putting men over machines.  If you don’t know that, you know NOTHING.  And beyond that you either know or do not know that Stalin’s regime considers humanity as NOTHING save raw material.  Deliver so many carloads of human MATERIAL at the consumption point.

That is the LOGICAL result of materialism If you assert that men are dirt, that humanity is MERELY material, that is where you come out.  And the old Georgian train robber is perfectly logical If all things are merely MATERIAL man is material and the system of ANTI-man treats man as matter.

Now your President exceeds his powers in demanding that you adhere to his politics As Commander in Chief of the Army he can command you to assail enemy forces but even Congress in its most ABJECT and servile moments has not conceded this blood-thirsty maniac the control of your OPINIONS

In fact as long as ANY law is left whatsoever in the United States of America which no Jew and no Roosevelt will LIKE having left there, but as long as it is left there, powers do NOT inhere in officials unless delegated TO them by law.  Thus when a lying Dutchman tells you that you have GOT to prefer Bolshevism to Fascism, you can ask: WHY ?  Who says so ?  AND if you are more than cattle ?  If you rate yourselves above cows and sheep, you will in defense of that rating have to ask YOURSELVES whether men are more important than mere machinery.

Whether you intend to be slaves, lifelong slaves, hereditary slaves to machinery and whether you propose to sell your children and your grand children into long lasting slavery to usurers and to machinery.

I mean you will have to make up your MINDS.  YOU can not live on cold iron, you can not live on airplane spare parts, YOU can not live well without LAWS which even the officials obey.

And for however long your answer to me is Jim’s answer “No boss, no body here in America is INTERESTED in taking things as seriously as you do,” there will nevertheless and finally come a time when at least a few of you will have to face things or DIE; you will have to THINK or die.  Hard choice for the daisy pickers, but a real choice.

Roosevelt’s gang have got you hitched up with Russia.  Not a very good bet.  Russians attack general Winter.  Mightn’t it be that Joe Bloodsucker KNOWS his army will starve in three or four months ANYHOW unless they break the Germans before that ?  Why suppose that winter attack means STRENGTH on the part of the Russians ?

Not my job to speculate on military conditions, but might be.  My job, as I see it, is to save what’s left of America, and keep up some sort of civilization somewhere or other.  I decline to abet the destroyers.  I decline, so far as the light is conceded me, I decline to climb trees to catch fish.  That’s an old one, 24 hundred years old.

Mencius referred t, the folly of starting a war for something you couldn’t GET; something the war could not bring to the monarch Mencius was talking to.  So he said, climb trees to catch fish.

In the present juncture I refer to the POSSIBILITY that even the swiping and squashing of South America and of Canada may not catch even South America and Canada.  Suckers, of course, you will get hold of some of ’em.  Am I fanciful ?

Look at least at the possibility that this mere distention of U.S. borders MAY not be the way to get what you are battling for.  It WON’T be unless you pay some attention to what happens INSIDE America.

It won’t be if you lose ALL internal structure.  When the turnpike depends upon Congress, local control is lost.  Well, that was said a long time ago.  The central government must in modern life have some powers.  But as human beings it might be well to ask how many powers, and which powers ?

And IGNORANCE and feeding on lies won’t help you to make a lucid decision.  You go yellin’ hurray for Litvinov.  Do you believe in the ABO LITION of all private ownership ?

I’ll say you do not.  You have colluded in the OLD British habit of employing the savage to wipe out the civilized rival.  Your school has been hooded.  You have had a SLOW one put over you.  For 80 years, moving imperceptibly, an inch here and an inch there, you have been euchred out of your history, out of knowledge of history, both American and world history.  It can not be done, said Henry Adams to Santayana.  Oh, you wish to teach at Harvard.  It can not be DONE.  Henry Adams said he had tried it.  Yes, I came LATE, but I am still a bit ahead of the band wagon.  Beard, Bowers, D.R. Dewey (not Tommie) been gittin’ down TOWARD but not TO the real bedrock.  Get on and PUSH.  Get into the diggin’ and LEARN the face of American history.  ADAMS, John Adams, Jefferson, Van Buren, also Brooks Adams.  It’s 40 years late for Brooks Adams, but you can’t do it sooner.  And in watching contemporary flim-flam, do at least TRY to sort things OUT.

DO you believe in the Homestead or in communal ownership ?  If you believe in the Homestead, WHY fight FOR the abolition of ALL private ownership ?

In taking sides in a quarrel do at least try to find out what’s fighting WHICH.  Do you stand for the obliteration of Finland ?  If not, why fight against Finland.  Do you stand, those of you who are above goose gangster level, for the obliteration of all occidental civilization ?  If NOT, why join the Anglo-Jewish clique which has been and still is out professedly and openly for the obliteration of Europe ?  Western Civilization, all of it that you have still got.

Our forebears made a DISTINCT contribution.  The Jesuits in Paraguay made a distinct contribution, but they were wiped out for discovering things.  We were wiped out largely in the old 1860’s.

A man who ain’t got any foresight gets kicked in the tail.  Man fed on lies and lackin’ in foresight got kicked in the Guam.

DO you think that is an ISOLATED instance of the hind effects of lackin’ foresight ?  The starve-the-enemy theme has been sung for a long time on your Victrolas.

Go back and examine it.  The cornered weasel will fight.  And your MIS-leaders have been out for some years annoying several things larger than weasels.  Was it an error ?  ARE you going to start NOW trying to evaluate their misdemeanors, or are you all of you going to go plum 100% haywire and stay so ?

DO you believe in the homestead or in communal ownership ?  If you do NOT believe in the abolition of ALL private ownership, and the abolition of ALL private initiative, watch your Nelson.  He has already got a half-Nelson on you.  And if you got to please pore ole Hank Wallace and go on buying all the world’s gold from now till the terminus of eternity, you got a day’s work comin’, with 24 hours labor.  And no trade union organization, legally recognized, to put up a tombstone: here lies the 8-hour day.

Well, why pick on the Jew ?  I have heard the term “Jewish impertinence,” in fact Gaudier-Brzeska used to use it.  But I think it was a fellow named Brooks, along in January, had got ’em beat, and the name ain’t Hebrew and I don’t reckon he is even a crypto.  At any rate some murking broadcaster tellin’ the world or the Italian residents in the United States that America loves Italy and only got a grudge against the regime.  Waaal, as Franklin Delano was recently cursing out the Italian for what they did in 1911, before the word fascist existed, he certainly has got NO alibi, no alibi whatsoever.  Now all the United States did to show how it loved Italy was to lie like billyOh for 20 years, and try to starve Italy into submission: tariff wall, refusal of Italian goods, refusal of emigrants.  What way is that to show love ?

DOUBTless somebody who wants 30 years sweat show now wants Italian workin’ men in the United States to go work—OVERTIME.  Well Charlie Marx had a word for it.  That part of Marx is sound, and if bygones are gone by, and IF the Americans love the Eyetalians, there is a way to show it.  Why not have a little open communication ?  Why not print the Charter of Labor ?  Why not study how far the Italian law code, the new law code, being published under Mussolini’s regime IMPROVES on the old ones ?  How many of you have heard of the Charter of Labor ?  How many of you have stopped to think whether trade unions ought to have legal status ?  And the RESPONSIBILITY that goes with such status ?  If you are going [toward] fascism or nazism why not do it with open EYE, why not learn what these systems of government are ?  Why not ask and learn how far they are compatible with American habits, [what] is good in ’em, and wherein their strength consists, INSTEAD of merely lying and cussing and trying to kill ’em on the assumption (if you can call it by so mild a term) that they are something they ain’t ?

Conditions in German factories ?  How do they compare ?  I have seen some dirty lying in my time.  I can’t hold an inquest on every separate lie, but I have seen something, I have heard something, and then I have seen the American reports of ’em.

I have noticed DIScrepancies.  I have heard the statement, I mean I HEARD it while it was being said.  I heard Mussolini say “WE need years of peace to get on with our internal affairs.” And I have seen it reported next day as a war speech.  Twenty years of that sort of thing do not show LOVE of Italy.  Not on the part of the reporters or news owners.  In fact Mr. Brooks, if it was Brooks, is showing a new love, store label not yet taken off.

Also Mussolini talking about the fight to grow enough wheat to feed Italy as being the kind of fight he prefers.  Well, that was the effort that brought out American hostility all right enough.

Will you lay off it ?  And if so, when so ?  And while you are thinking, if so, on laying off, there is something else to lay off of ?  Namely, a system of lending money to foreign nations in order to have a war every 19 years.

That system I suggest you look into.  Your British Allies were scared that a few rackets were bustin’.  They started a war to uphold a state of things that just were NOT UPHOLDABLE.  Instead of admitting that they would have to change it, they started a war singing the International and running up the cross, sickle, and hammer.  Do your Allies BELIEVE in communal ownership ?  They do not.  Do the Chinamen believe in dud cars sent over to Singapore, on not very favorable conditions, and on not very explicit statements as to who gets commissions (several commissions) ?  I doubt it.

Very nice to hear, I mean you are mebbe comforted to HEAR that you got 100 million Chinese soldiers all ready to die for democracy.  I mean if you are a democracy.  But you ain’t got ’em.  Well, why lean on what ain’t thaar ?

There are plenty of people right here in Europe whose views on many subjects do not coincide with my own, but we have, most of us, some points of agreement.  Nan King, Manchu Kuo, both of them on the map of old Asia and on the map of New Asia.  And TWO points that I would, mebbe three points, like to get into your binnacles.  ONE that America COULD have stayed out of this war.  Two, that IF America had stayed neutral the war would now be over and America might have had a hand in composing the differences; might not have so many hush hush agreements to buy; purchase, absorb such a lot of South American stuff we don’t need and can’t use, cornering the market as usual, but mebbe not on stuff other folks want to buy.  Well, exchange is said to be a fountain of wealth.

Europe is fighting for something that is not merely material, But even so, a sane and natural exchange of products between them that have ’em, places that grow ’em, and places where they don’t grow or don’t grow so easy is certainly a factor in a plan for permanent ease and peace.  Of course if you are going to work 18 or 20 hours a day from now till the day after doomsday to buy all the world’s gold and silver, to content Uncle Henry A. Wallace, that may be a question of taste (mighty queer taste) on your part.

Mebbe Henry has erred (not the first time), mebbe he was kite flying to see how much hook, line, and sinker the American people would swallow.  ’Tain’t going to do Brazil any good if the whole of Europe goes back to drinking java and mocha coffee.  And that ain’t half of the story.

Cutting your nose off to spite your face is a very old saying.

Black lists are nothing new in world history.  [FCC transcript: Hitherto there have been signs of weakness and waning— —, not signs of rising power.  I mean— —and following the regime had imposed them.  Not strong, confident powers.

And then, the— —of some of your allies.  In fact, why did you take up with those gangs ?  Two gangs.  Jews’ gang in London, and Jew murderous gang over in Moscow ?  Do you like Mr. Litvinov ?  Is that face— —of our Colonial architecture ?  Do the people from Delaware and Virginia and Connecticut and Massachusetts ?  Do the people who live in painted, neat white houses, with their little sign for the delivery box, erected in 1790, built in 1815, and do these folks really approve that Mr. Litvinov and his gang, and all that he stands for ?  Is he the implication of something that Mr. Jefferson liked best ?  Or— —the— —of Boston and that the first white settlers of Massachusetts belong to a race now extinct ?

Well, I hope before the Lord we ain’t going to be replaced by a race of Litvinovs.  The South got— —and desolated in the Civil War, or— —to the city of New York, to bankers in New York City and in London, (debts) conducive of slaughter, slaughter conducive to debt, as intended, and some day you may start asking, I hope so, I hope to God you will start asking some day.]

The ENEMY is Das Leihkapital.  They’re working day and night, pickin’ your pockets.  Every day and all day and all night pickin’ your pockets AND pickin’ the Russian workin’ man’s pockets.  They call it international loan kapital.  It is not international, it is not hypernational.  It is subnational.  A quicksand UNDER the nations, destroying all nations, destroying all law and government, destroying the nations, one at a time, Russian empire and Austria, 20 years past, France yesterday, England today.

Gold is a coward.  Gold is not the backbone of nations.  It is their ruin.  A coward, at the first breath of danger gold flows AWAY, gold flows OUT of the country.

England don’t GROW it.  There is no gold sproutin’ up in England next morning to replace what is gone.  Taking usury rotteth the heart.  I know you don’t believe it.  It has been going on for some time.  Art Golding a few years ago writin’ the life of his famous ancestor, or perhaps I shouldn’t say famous, one of the best Shakespearean poets, Arthur Golding, translator of Ovid’s Metamorphoses, about the best book of poetry in our language.  Shakespeare learned from it.

Well, his namesake and 84th generation or whatever, descendant points out that even in the time of Queen Elisabeth the Earl of Oxford was falling.  He was handing over his rents to some shyster in return for a fixed income.  Ten thousand, or whatever it was, a year and then the shyster had leave to squeeze what he could out of the peasants and yeomen, out of the men working the land.

Decline of the feudal system.  Ole F.M. Ford used to talk about that.  Liberty is not a right but a duty.  [To] own property, not a right but a duty.  I wonder how long it is going to take you to learn that.  Rot and laziness cutting in under, too lazy to FUNCTION as lords and proprietors, the nobility sold out to the shysters.

In my 12 years in London, how many people did I meet (meeting as you might say the flower of the writing class in your island), how many people did I meet who had read their own history, how many who had read Anthony Trollope ?  It was said as extenuation of Professor Saintsbury, “at any rate he recognized the merit of Trollope.” Owning property not a right but a duty.  That statement is rather emphatic.  Even Robespierre defined ownership of property, putting a limit on what the owner has right to.  That being so, you play round with Bolshevism, thinking you will get OUT of a duty ?  Is that it ?  Or is it just chicken-headed on your part ?  This pinkness at afternoon tea parties.

People from East Europe, who have been over NEXT to Bolshevised countries, see different.

People that have been up against Red Bolshevism financed by Schiff in New York and Rothschild in London, see different.

If you wait too long, you may see.  So far I have never met any English who believed in the abolition of personal ownership.

I see you have lost the habit of witan, the witenagemot and the town meeting.  If you don’t grow or find a leader, you may have to wait for some kindhearted Bavarian, or Hungarian to come free you from the Jews of New York.

Do I exaggerate ?

DO YOU think that there is any basic, essential difference between a committee of kikes in LONDON betraying the United States of America and a gang of kikes in New York selling up England, and putting mortgages all over your island ?  Do you think that freedom and the roast beef of old England, or roast beef of old Argentine, consists in taking orders from a gang of Jews in New York ?  Potatoes and point [?] for yours, if potatoes, and point to where the roast beef had been or might have been.

I know it hasn’t been stylish to read U.S.A. history in England.  Lord Bryce and a few exceptions looked at American history.  However, along in 1863 the United States was sold up the river.  Ikleheimer handed it over to Rothschild.  Can’t let ’em print national money, all American money must be controlled by the DEBT.  And the debt controlled by the Rothschilds and their associated fellow Episcopalians.

I know, it was clever to send Willie over to New York City to look after your interests and get information as to how Washington was conducting the United States’ business.  A nice little TUBE instituted.  And now the first thing you know, all your island strength has slipped down it.

Your bankers profiting by the decline of England.  The hat trick ?  Yes, the hat trick.  The banker gets on a boat, his company is registered elsewhere.  He casts down the mighty.  I hear even Morgan has lost his seat.  Gold is a coward.  At the first breath of danger gold flows out of the country.

Now Mr. Eden has declined to cooperate with the nations of Europe, oh most emphatically.  He wouldn’t shake hands with Neville.  He left the House in disgust.

And Winston ?  He toppled over Japan RIGHT on top of you.  Sitting out side, I mean to anybody sitting outside looking in, it would seem that this FLOP of Japan right on top of some of your select naval bases has occurred at an inconvenient juncture.

BUT you are accustomed to your parliamentary leaders.  No number of errors on their part induces you to wonder whether your leaders are or are not the KIND of men who MAKE errors.  Create ’em, you might almost say, out of nothing.

DO YOU grow gold IN England ?  Do the froggies grow gold IN France ?  DO the Nigerian farmers get anything but trouble out of having their government run from London, by the pimps, narks, and lackey of the Jewish owners of gold mines ?  Did the ex-service men after the last war who went out to Africa, etc., etc. and etc.  Is gold the CEMENT of empire ?  It is not.

Yes, you can gum on [to] the Arabs.  You are allied to a few millionaires.  Your Allies in India are the bunyah.  You do nothing in your colonies to compare with the COLONIZATION, real colonization as Italians under stand it.

Well, I won’t say you do nothing, but your main line is squeeze, squeeze, ruin the natives, exploit ’em.

With exceptions, a man here and there, I suppose still doing his job, along the line of Mr. Kipling’s romances.  Jews all over the top of Australia.  War on your dominions.

You are tired of the name of Alberta.  You did everything but march troops into Alberta to keep it under.  So the orientation of Canadian trade is now southward.

England is to be a Jew-owned deer park with tearooms.  UNLESS of course you lift a tired and tardy eyelid.  YOU have NO gold mines in England.  And Hank Wallace, the American Vice President, yellin’ bloody murder that there will be, and shall be, NO peace till the whole world sells its birthright for the gold now in Fort Knox.

Gold bought from your Jewish merchants at a rigged price.  That has RUINED half the American people.  Gold that is totally useless, save for false teeth and spectacle frames.  Not even in fashion for goggles, replaced by porcelain in swell dentistry.  Mr. Wallace says you got to go on blood and tears-ing till mankind bows down to the calf.  How did you get there ?

I lose my thread some times.  So much that I can’t count on anyone’s knowing.  Thread, as they call it, of discourse.  A nation that pays two rents can’t compete with a nation that pays only one.  How many rents and rates are you paying ?  How many were you paying before this new war was started ?  How many of you meet to discuss things ?  Toynbee Hall and the rest of it nigh a hundred years ago, say 80 years ago, there were “movements in England,” amateur discussions of guilds.

Twenty-five, 26, 27 years ago night life, or night dance clubs started in London.  Looked diverting, nobody wondered WHY ?  Ole Frida started the cave of the calf, nobody thought any evil.  Possibly a little espionage, probably not even that.  Wake up one morning and find the spirit of England, immortal spirit of England’s May Day, chained in a brothel.  Just another hat trick, undermining, cutting away.  Where did she get the money to do it’ ?

In France things were much more professional.  Marvelous fiber, England.  Two hundred and 50 years usury, cutting away.  Hobhouse, Cobbett, Trollope, men coming back from the colonies, TELLING YOU and being told to shut up.  Montagu Webb, trying to tell you something.  When they didn’t shut up, they were givin’ jobs, sometimes quite nice jobs, OUT of London.  They were promoted to colonial posts, or as Kipling once wrote, “Jack Barret went to Quatta.” But that was another story, that was for a personal reason..

Are you going to select a leader’ ?  You haven’t followed, and won’t follow any leader yet offered’ ?  Have you a selfless leader’ ?  Have you the sphincter strength to revive the old custom of meeting, or are all town meetings for bidden by now in England’ ?

Was the war what you wanted’ ?  Were you TOLD in 1939 what Vice President Wallace has now at last told you, namely NO peace without the gold standard’ ?

After Winston’s visit to Washington, have you mental coherence enough to recall what happened in England when the fat boy brought back the gold standard’ ?  Must have been YEARS ago, did someone say 1925’ ?  I have plumb forgot when it happened.  America is allus behindhand, gets round to a dead British idea about 20 years after England is thru with it.

NO peace without the gold standard.  Why weren’t you TOLD that before you set out to keep Danzig Polish and to defend Finland against Russian menace’ ?

No peace without the gold standard.  Is that the voice of “We the people of England, we have not spoken yet’?”

Pound speaking from Italy.  Parlando da Roma.  Pound speaking.  Am I expected to wait for the people of England to speak’ ?  Of course you’ll have to find your OWN leaders, I can’t pick and choose ’em for you.

The enemy is Das Leihkapital.  Your Enemy is Das Leihkapital, international, wandering Loan Capital.  Your enemy is not Germany, your enemy is money on loan.  And it would be better for you to be infected with typhus, and dysentery, and Bright’s disease, than to be infected with this blindness which prevents you from understanding HOW you are under mined, how you are ruined.

The big Jew is so bound up with this Leihkapital that no one is able to unscramble that omelet.  It would be better for you to retire to Darbyshire and defy New Jerusalem, better for you to retire to Gloucester and find one spot that is England than to go on fighting for Jewry and ignoring the process.

It is an outrage that any clean lad from the country—I suppose there are STILL a few ENGLISH lads from the country—it is an outrage that any nice young man from the suburbs should be expected to die for Victor Sassoon, it is an outrage that any drunken footman’s byblow should be asked to die for Sassoon.

As to your Empire, it was not all of it won by clean fighting.  But however you got it, you did for a time more or less justify keeping it, on the ground that you exported good government or better government than the natives would have had without England.

You let in the Jew and the Jew rotted your empire, and you yourselves out-Jewed the Jew.  Your allies in your victimized holdings are the bunyah, you stand for NOTHING but usury.

And above metal usury; you have built up bank usury, 60% against 30 and 40%, and by that you WILL NOT be saved.  Corrupting the whole earth, you have lost yourselves to yourselves.

And the big Jew has rotted EVERY nation he has wormed into.  A mill stone.  Well, an exceptionally good swimmer MIGHT conceivably be cast into the sea with a stone tied round his neck.  He might perhaps untie it.  If he were a Scotchman, he would remember his jackknife, before being thrown overboard.

You seem to remember NOTHING.  It were better you were infected with typhus.  As to federal union, or JEW/nion.  There is NO question of race in Streit’s proposition.  It is as proposed a union of slaves, under Jewry.  Offered by liars and abettors of thieves.

You have stolen land from your late Allies, and land slips from your control.  The ONLY conquests of Britain and Rosenfeld are conquests FROM their alleged allies.

All right, say that Franklin Delany swipes ALL South America—to what end ?  And ruin the United States of America while he is doing it.  What’s that to you ?  It is not England’s salvation.  Will you ever LOOK at the story of empire ?  You are NOT even in the mercantile system, you are in a fake mercantile system, not even mercantile.  It was for a time called mercantile or the mercantilist system and defined as considering the happiness of a nation to consist in the amount of MONEY it owned, and its process to consist in STEALING, welching, pouching the greatest possible amount of same (i.e., of money) from other nations.

That defines the USURY system, the ONLY system Anglo Saxons have known or used in our time.

And it will not save you.  NOR will Judaized Russia.  Nor will the Kahal, the Jew’s central committee of bleeders.  WI-IAT is their system ?  Unvarying, cheap goods, sweated out of cheap labor, dung dust hurled on the world, the WORLD conceived as sweat shop, to hell with the 8-hour day, down with abundance.  DUMPING sweated goods, dumped against any and every nation that pays a just price for labor.  That is your ALLY.

And in your past a trail of blood and of infamy.  You bought Hessians to kill your own blood in America.  You bought ’em from a stinking feudal overlord, who was in the hands of the ROTHSCHILD; that is HISTORY.  You stirred up the American savages against your own kin IN America.  But now Eden and Cripps have called in the Muscovite, to burn and destroy all Eastern Europe, and kill Finland, for the sake of the stinking Jews nickel mines.

Your infamy is bound up with Judaea.  You can not touch a sore or a shame in your empire but you find a Mond, a Sassoon, or a Goldsmid.  YOU HAVE NO RACE left in your government.

God knows if it can be found still scattered in England.

IT must be found scattered in England.  The white remnants of England, the white remnant of the races of England must be FOUND and find means to cohere; otherwise, you might as well lie down in your grave yards.

You have for years had cheap goods DUMPED in from Russia.  Your alliance with Moscow will bring no relief to that wound.  Your Jews have ruined your home manufactures.  Loans from the city of London, loans to the Orient, interest paid in cheap cotton goods, loans to the South American countries, interest paid in beef from the Argentine, and ruin of English grazing.  The laws of durable government have been known from the days of King Wen.  When empires go to ROT, they go to rot for known reasons.

The Times, Telegraph, Manchester Guardian, are there to conceal these reasons.  Your press is an infamy, has been throughout our time.

The laws of durable government have been known from the days of King Wen, and when the Roman Empire perished it perished from the same follies that your kikes, your Rothschilds, Beits, Sieffs, Schiffs, and Goldsmids have squirted into your veins.

Cheap grain dumped from Egypt, ruin of the Italian farming, usury, and more usury, THAT is the answer.

For two centuries, ever since the brute Cromwell brought ’em back into England, the kikes have sucked out your vitals.  A mild penetration, for a hundred years they have bootlicked your nobility and now where is your nobility ?  You had at least the semblance of control; you had, let us say, some influence with the Lords of Judaea as long as they WANTED your titles, as long as Levy Levinstein Lawson WANTED to be addressed as Lord Burnham.  You could turn the worst edge of their avarice, or rather you could turn it OFF, the upper or huppar clawses; and turn it ONTO the peer.  As you did without mercy.

But when the same scroungers have moved over to New York City, how will you manage ’em ?  The same bloody minded extortioners, or their descendents.  The same FINANCIAL HOUSES.  The same Rothschilds who plotted with Sherman, and Vandergould to KILL the American nation, who betrayed the United States in the “sixties”.  Head office in London, agents in the U.S. of America.

Now the address is altered.  Main office in Wall Street and Cohen in London.  You send Willie over to spy on us.  You send 5000 usurers’ pimps over to Washington and give special passports, diplomatic, to inveigle the United States into your plans to get cannon fodder from Idaho and from Iowa to weld your slaves cellar on Europe.  And this time you get dumped into the ash can.

You have even forgotten your Kipling.  Pig Baldwin has forgotten his cousin; if his obscene and treacherous mind ever grasped the meaning of Rudyard’s stories.  Let me recall one passage to the sow face:

“The Americans,” wrote Rudyard, “obligingly slaughtered each other in order that the Czechoslovaks might inherit Boston Common.” Cras tibi, tomorrow is your turn.  Damn it all, you slaughtered the flower of England in the Boer War.  Then in 1914 in the first three months, the best of you went out and got slaughtered.

[TEXT MISSING IN ORIGINAL] been seen only too clearly.  And your foul papers, the filth of your news print has been subsidized to keep your minds off it.

A dirty bit of meat by the name of Gollancz has used your book trade to conceal it.  You have almost NO means of communication.

When a Brooks Adams writes five volumes that would help you to see it, six copies reach England.  You have LOST the health of the mind.  God knows how the scattered handful of Englishmen still in England can still speak one with another.

I see NO remedy in your parliament.  I don’t mean as parliament.  I mean in the personnel.  It is your problem.  You do not NOW even elect your own parliament.  Whether WITH an election you could get anything save old dead meat, I do not know.  During the last war a few men had a glimmer of instinct.  On whatever formula, they called it pacifism.  Was it ?  All of ’em I ever met were pugnacious.  Was it an instinct to save the butt end of the RACE by not fighting ?  Is it a mistake to combat Germans by force ?

Is there a RACE left in England ?  Has it ANY will left to survive ?  You can carry slaughter to Ireland.  Will that save you ?  I doubt it.  Nothing can save you, save a purge.  Nothing can save you, save an affirmation that you are English.

Whore Belisha is NOT.  Isaccs is not.  No Sassoon is an Englishman, racially.  No Rothschild is English, no Strakosch is English, no Roosevelt is English, no Baruch, Morgenthau, Cohen, Lehman, Warburg, Kuhn, Khan, Baruch, Schiff, Sieff, or Solomon was ever yet born Anglo-Saxon.

And it is for this filth that you fight.  It is for this filth that you have murdered your empire, and it is this filth that elects your politicians.

You have lost your tradition.  You have not even learned what Lord Byron told you.  You are, as even that foul rag the Times tells you, a little late in making a start.

In the year 1942 Anno Domini, there is only one start you can make.  And that is a start toward being England.  A refusal to be a province of Israel, or an outpost of Yankee-Judaea.

Speakin’ of Fan mail.  I got a funny lookin’ card the other day headed

Kriegs Statlag XXI A.

with the prisoners number runnin’ up into the thousands.

Dear Mr. Pound.  If this card reaches you and you can manage it, I would be very grateful if you will send me one or two of your recent works on economics.  Reading matter from England rather scarce at present and not very enlightening.
Signed.  So and so.

Well, mebbe this is all very flattering.  But the point is the TIME LAG.  If a man has to be made a prisoner of war before he will read my works on economics—what good does it do him ?  Or let us say what IMMEDIATE good.  Of course he may be gittin’ ready to make a home fit for a hero; in a new order England when he GITS out of Gefangenenlager.

But wouldn’t it have been a sight easier if he and his 12000 fellow recliners in the Genfangenenlager had STARTED readin’ my economics just a bit SOONER?

I ask particularly my American hearers, whether the START on the new economics, which would have PREVENTED the war and let the now so mangy ole worm eaten Trafalgar lion go on lying down with the French Rooster, and the assorted eagles of Europe; and left the old Killyloo bird screechin’ away on the 4th of July every summer, and no bone broken, and a lot fewer oil ships sunk, and more cars on the American roads, and more rubber for tires.  And abundance, no longer potential: but real.  Wouldn’t it have been bit nicer?

Mr. Brown, known as Buffalo Bill, tellin’ you I am in propaganda.  Waal, damn it all, I was runnin’ this SAME propaganda, back before Hitler became Chancellor of the Reich.

I don’t mean I dug down into it, not down to the bottom, I was leadin’ the pleasant life, and to men like Hitler and Mussolini, if they had ever got wind of my bein’ here, they would have thought me a possibly harmless eccentric.  HOWever, in my perlite and refined manner, I did try to do a spot of work educatin’, here or there, puttin’ in a drop of enlightenment.

I didn’t go in hell for leather, economics EXCLUSIVE, straight at once.  I had to find out how the old show was runnin’.  Runnin’ DOWN.

I say it was runnin’ DOWN.  I began to say that in my poetry.  “This land turns evil slowly.”

Treatin’ it by way of young man’s intuition, I said something about getting the SENSE of a city, like the savage hunter has the sense of the forest.  Somethin’ was running DOWN.

There is a poem, not by me, back in Blast, about a mud hydro.  That was healthy mud, by comparison.

Then after I saw it was BAD, I began to wonder how you could fix it.  After ten year askin’ questions, askin’ 'em of Bank Lawyers, askin’ 'em of Max Pam or any other wise guy I could git near to.  After ten years, I say, I began to get top sides with the subject.  Usury, profits, monopolization of money.  Then I began diggin’ into American history, and other history.  All there plain as a biscuit.  But the means of TELLIN you people ?  That was the question.  Oh Hamlet.  Oh village hamlets.  Big papers did NOT want open discussion—it had to be bootlegged.

Then there was “education” beginning with the top shelves of the colleges.  I am goin’ to quote from a paper with an equine title printed out in Wisconsin.  A little magazine, the kind that comes up alive and dies down usually rather sudden, inside a couple of years.  Along in the Spring of 1935 I came up with this answer to those young editors in their quarterly as follows:

The best I can do in reply to yours is to offer programs recalling a few FACTS.  For 30 years I have been trying to reorganize the study of literature so that it would be of some use to the student, and for 15 I have been trying to reorganize education, in general, to the same end.

The best I can tell you to date, is contained in my ABC of Reading and in my ABC of Economics with the volumes following it, Social Credit, an Impact; Jefferson and/or Mussolini (then in press).

Why aren’t they used as YOUR textbooks ?  For advanced students, there is my Make it New, which must be correlated with my ABC of Reading if you are clearly to see what it is driving at.

If American students will recognize that Universities are there to prepare students for life in a given country and in a given TIME, and insist on finding out what will help them to LIVE in that place and time, they can get their four years’ worth.  No body can do this for the students.  They have got to do it for themselves.

“Mark Hopkins on one end of the log, and the student on the other.”

When Abelard was kicked out of the University of Paris 5,000 students followed him into the country, [where] there were no dormitories and million dollar gymnasia.  That is the sort of thing that spells “revival of learning” or “intellectual rebirth.”

My generation was brought up ham ignorant of economics.  History was taught with OMISSIONS of the most vital facts.  Every page our generation read was over shadowed by usury.  Not only was the press false, but every current idea had been warped by generations of antecedent perversion.

The ACID TEST of public men today is plain and simple.  MISTRUST any man, no matter how high in office who tries to get you AWAY from the questions:

WHAT is money?

Who makes it?

How is it issued?

Why can’t the WHOLE people buy what the WHOLE people produces?

Start on that at once, and throw out any man who won’t give you a straight answer.  You can not cure Wisconsin in Pekin.  I mean, start where you are.  Don’t let anyone wriggle out of LOCAL honesty, by talking internationally.  Investigate the Carnegie Peace Foundation.  When you find out why they avoid the study of the economic causes of war, you’ll be part way toward preventing another.

Printed in Wisconsin in the spring of 1935, LONG before Hitler was so influential in world affairs.

You can lead a Rocking Horse to water, but you can’t make him drink it.

And young America’s problem is what was young England’s problem.  And the answers were KNOWN; the answers COULD have been broadcast, the answers could have been printed in daily papers, they could have been taught in the schools, they could have been used as the basis for action.  I mean political action.  And WHAT prevented it?

Waaal, go ask yourselves what prevented it ?  Ask yourselves why these things were NOT widely printed ?  Why the real thought of the American founders was hidden, stuffed into corners ?  Why every man in England who foresaw disaster, and who saw HOW England could have avoided it IF ... Why these men were NOT heeded.  Why they were hugger-muggered out of the way, or reduced, shall we say often by FEAR, into silence.

Not all were afraid, some were prudent.  Where are they ?  Some of ’em got out in front.  Now where are they ?  Where are the back seaters, the men who knew, but saw no way to ACT on their knowledge ?  The men who assembled tiny minorities ?  Waaal, where are they ?  And when will the people learn wisdom?

OZeus.

O Chan Ti, how long is the time lag?

I unhooked my radio the other night and the word REVOLUTION came floatin’ over the ambient air.  Very English voice, usin’ the word RE VO LU TION.

And I thought, yaaas, very nice but HOW’ ?  How CAN they revolute.

Conjure up to my mind the pale grey light in Kensington Gardens, and the gulls floatin’ over the round pond, and the so very quiet demeanor of the nicely dressed females that used to float up the broadwalk, along about 1910.  How CAN THEY revolute?

Yaas, I hear Bela Kun was over in England, he was a revolution, bloody murder and all the trimmings.  But does Kensington revolute?

I am so old I can remember the end of the nineteenth century, that is the century before this one that is gettin’ on to be nigh half gone.  How impressed the American visitors were by the beef-eaters in the Tower, and the teacups at Windsor and Stratford-on-Avon, with the coats of arms glazed into the chimney, and the quiet lawn in the park, and a time when the Route du Roi wasn’t so rotten.  The Row, not of course that I knew the riders, save occasionally Mr. Cunninghame Graham, a fine figure on horse back, and ole Colonel Jackson, suggestin’ I should dine at his club, he wantin’ to see the expressions on the faces of his contemporaries when faced with the vorticist movement.  Well, all that must be fairly well bygone.

The question is how do folks revolute ?  The Rooshians do it with fire and sword, and very unpleasant tortures.  Very unEnglish, as England used to be in my memory.  How DO you revolute?

Can you revolute without contacts, without collaboration, without COMMUNICATION ?  I think not.

Yaas, there is Cripps.  He didn’t use to be there so much.  In fact my sole memory of Stafford is secondhand, old Nelly Weaver saying “A DREADFUL man!” Seems like she had a cousin, that was manager, or editor, or managing editor of a paper called Pig and Piffle, I mean by its own staff in private.  And it sold for a lot less than it cost, I mean it cost, let us say, ten pence a copy to print, and sold retail for a six pence, and turned over ten or twenty thousand a year in net profits.

Anyhow, Nelly’s cousin died, and left his sons in Cripps’ charge, Cripps being trustee or guardian, so my memory of Stafford boils down to Miss Nelly a sayin’

“A DREADFUL man! Heaven KNOWS what he is teaching the boys!”

Waaal, if heaven didn’t know then, mebbe heaven will find out during the next few week’s course of hostilities.

I mean internal hostilities.  I don’t know that England learns from abroad.  I dunno that the fall of Madras, or Calcutta will teach you folks anything, cause Hong Kong, Singapore and the Island Indies don’t seem to have started you.  But mebbe a few INTERNAL hostilities ?  Heaven knows!

Back in Queen Elizabeth’s time, farmin’ out their estates to some usurer, gettin’ out of their feudal duties, Cobbett and Hobhouse—all sorts of velleities toward reform; confined to a few special segments.  Lord, can you call ’em segments.  They were mostly kind hearted fellows, thought to be CRANKS by the public.

Can you have ANY collaboration if you don’t MEET ?  How can you meet in a CITY, unless you are financed?

Yaas, you can, or COULD meet on a street corner, or in by Mubble Arch, so long as you didn’t do anything SERIOUS.

Ole Kun, Cohen, Béla was serious.  People in Budapest found out he was serious.  Mebbe Sir Stafford is SERIOUS.  The bolo agents in England were serious, when I was last there, the top numbers in the Communist Party were all paid by Moscow, which as you know is sometimes paid by New York or London.

It WAS known to your intelligence service, all their numbers were listed, all of ’em engaged in industrial espionage.  I am not tellin’ anything to you that some of your own rulers don’t KNOW.

And now we hear of the SCORCHED EARTH policy.  Git ready for an invasion.  Cit ready to destroy all that is left you.  Bum down your houses.

Waaal, WHO is a going to live in those ruins?

An invading army, if it ever gits into London, would, one would suppose, pick its own quarters; and a man that had burnt down his own bedroom would be left to sleep in the ashes.

Margey Daw, see saw, and the rest of it.

Do you think the people who tell you to burn down your houses and get ready for bombing raids for North Ireland, droppin’ leaflets saying they only do it to help you ?  Do you think that these people LOVE you?

Have you got any data about the Ukraine ?  I am movin’ toward this proposition.  I assume that some of you did NOT want Mr. Churchill.  He was not a pig in a poke.  He may have been a Baldwin piglet, but he certainly was not CONcealed from the purchaser.

Take Carolyn Bellairs, for example, Carolyn Bellairs did NOT want Mr. Churchill.  I dunno whether he, Bellairs, has yet joined Domvile in Jail.  We do NOT git detailed news of your family squabbles.  But I assume the Navy and the Army did contain at least a nucleus of men, with enough sense NOT to want Churchill.

I assume that there was a tiny, and languid minority who did NOT acquiesce DEElightedly in a war, which was KNOWN to be going to have such consequences as the whole world now sees it havin’.

Revolution di PALAIS ?  Is that it ?  Do you think you can balayer the palais ?  Do you think you can have a nice little revolution, in the colors of Mr. Watt’s Hope Soap and Charity?

AH yes, but the MONEY.  I am castin’ about in my mind for some way you could CLEAN your own sewers.

Oh, but you say, we don’t WANT to clean the sewers, we just want to dust out the draaaawin’ room.

I comprehend you.  But is that just what you can do?

I was for years all for a nice sensible bit of reform but Mr. Rothschild, and Mr. Sieff, and the rest of the British powers, Mond, Kataan, Sas soon, and the rest of ’em weren’t very keen to nice reforms discussed in their papers.

They put in such blokes as Eden.  They put OUT anybody who said anything sensible.  Nice old gentlemen, who would edge up to the truth, talkin’ about remonitization of silver, or some VERY mild infraction of the gold-bugs monopoly.  They, the nice old members of the respectable knighthood, or elderly colonels, who remembered the end of the other war, they would get sent out to Karachi, to keep ’em from impeding the traffic (traffic in gold, and in loans at high interest) or at low interest, sometimes not more than 30 or 40% on the real money handled.

CAN YOU MEET one another ?  Your air isn’t free.  Open organizations have been “put inside.” No chance of marching ’round swinging green banners; presenting petitions to the King, about Coventry.  Nothing but SECRET organization.  Ever hear of the Fenians?

Or revolution in the PALACE ?  Well, where do we go from here ?  Art revolution ?  Need three or four men even to make an ART movement function.

Can’t do it in politics without at least some sort of COMMON ground, common agreement.

You do NOT believe in the total abolition of property—meaning of private ownership of your homes, and fir fields.  Lord, who has any FIELDS left ?  I dunno.  Say your house and suburban garden.  What about homesteads ?  The air is NOT yours.  The press is NOT yours.  Communications by private automobile are said to be gettin’ scarcer.  In London you do not MEET, no man knows any other, at least not to any extent.

How can you defend your homesteads from Cripps ?  Homesteads ?  Your bed chamber, your kitchenette, and your telephone, all of ’em rented.  God help you.  You better start SOMETIME.

Ezra Pound speakin’.

Yaaas, SOME time, while Sir Stafford is goin’ big out in India, agreein’ on the TOTAL abolution of private property, him and the Aga Kahn, and the gaekwar of Baroda. Pardon me, the Tovarish of Baroda.

It was not the present speaker, but an Englishman, I believe an absolutely loyal Englishman, a sort of Royalist, not Mr. Eliot, but at any rate a King’s man, and so far as I recall a man who had no Fascist or Nazi sympathies, who on May 11th, 1939 uttered the statement I am about to repeat to you. Get the date, May eleventh, 1939.

There is NO mystery whatsoever about the disappearance of Mr. Litvinov from the political scene. The Soviet Foreign Minister vacated his office because he failed to deliver “the goods” demanded by the masters of Wall Street and Moscow. New methods to secure these “goods” will now assuredly be given a trial.

What are these “goods?” Nothing other than Great Britain, captive and in chains. Great Britain stripped of her empire, above all Great Britain, ruined financially by the collapse of the Pound Sterling and the system called “barter trading” which is based upon that money.

There, gentle Briton, you have it. Your own heroes have told you. And your own true men you have heard NOT. You have not heard your own true speakers. You have lain down and died in the gutter because you would not hear your OWN friends; your own loyal speakers.

Now as I keep on tellin’ you, my friends and/or acquaintances in England, were not of any one group. There were a few of ’em Fascists; but the most of ’em were IDIOTICALLY anti-fascist. They were most of ’em plum stupid about the Italian regime. I am not offerin’ you the ideas of a sect, I am as the strength is vouchsafed to me trying to remind you or tell you of a few home truths, that you COULD have learned not only from me, but from dozens of Englishmen.

Seems like it must have been more like HUNDREDS of Englishmen, trying to tell you for the past twenty-two years.

Now WHY did you not listen ?  Well, if that implies retrospect, bring it down to the true British question: W’ere do we g’ae frm ERE ?  I ask you.

I ask you still more HOW do you [go] from here. I can’t see that any other white race in Europe is going to be very anxious about Anglo Saxon survival belong to what is usually regarded as a branch of that race. Racially, English went to America along sometime after 1600, 1632–38, along up till 1700.

I think you lose by not thinking about this problem as RACIAL.

Yes, I know I went at it from the economic part of the picture. Brought up on American principles; no prejudice against any man for race, creed, or color.

Waaal, the chemist is not supposed to have prejudice against any particular chemical; in the laboratory some stink and some do not. Some explode and some do not—chemist’s business—chemist in American sense, not the man in the drug store; say the chemical experimenter or chemical engineer is supposed to look at different chemical elements with a fair eye and mind.

So I don’t reckon to go along my road as with prejudice. I have tried to see the thing straight.

Birth control, bad national health, neoMalthusian preachin’, scarcity economics, all workin’ Britain’s downfall. Question is: Ain’t you fallen down about FAR ENOUGH?

Can’t you stop somewhere at least near the TOP of the dung heap, with out having the whole midden flop over on top of ye?

And HOW are you going to do it ?  That is what I ask: HOW are you going to do it?

You certainly are NOT going to do it by abolition of all ARYAN ownership, and the mortgaging of all England to a half hundred Kikes in New York. That is NOT going to give you a new British order.

CAN you understand, can any of you understand, that a few of you must club together, and at least try to find out what you BELIEVE?

You do NOT believe in the abolition of ownership ?  You do NOT believe that you should be ruled from abroad by Kuhn, Loeb, and Warburg, of the dregs of the ex-ghettoes of Europe, now planted on the neck of the American people.

Have you any hold on the country ?  Let us say on the Land?

I see it is increasingly difficult for any two men to meet outside London. Who meets INSIDE London ?  Do they still disagree about EVERYTHING ?  Do three social credit parties instantly arise wherever two social creditors gather together?

Is there ANY common bond, apart from hysteria induced by your jews-papers? Or the common interests of men who hire their “seats.”

I mean SEATS in the Commons. Difference between those seats and a seat on the New York Stock Exchange is that in New York the men BUY their seats, and in Westminster the members rent ’em. The New York Stock Exchange system has an advantage; it may even be more democratic. I never heard democracy discussed in this connection.

But a man BUYS his seat on Change, openly and the price is known, I believe in most cases.

Whereas a member of Parliament is a renter, he is said to pay in an in definite sum per year, to DEFRAY.

Defray is, I think, the word used, defray party expenses. Contribute to the funds of the party.

That is democracy. Is it ?  It has never been the American IDEAL of representative government.

I have murmured on the ambient air, now and then a few soft words about my own splay footed country. Real representation when the place was more or less agricultural. Method of geographic division O.K. when many people were engaged in growing the crops of one sort or another, and the seaboard in tradin’, and fishin’.

Rough sections still kept in the United States but no one havin’ any say now, but the banks and the Warburgs. People who FEED the lot always voted down by the RULERS. Naive blokes, populist, subject to caricature. All lead up to GUILD organization.

Which does NOT appeal to abject NON-producers. Does not appeal to exploiters, that is the rub. Early socialists were boneheaded; didn’t dig down into problem of money.

I dunno how far you now KNOW what the same men took twenty years tellin’ you, and that your press took those same twenty years keepin’ from you.

Even supposin’ you do NOW begin to see something, how are you going to GIT OUT of your present trilemma ?  If SOME Englishmen could see where England’s course was leading back before this war started more of them ought by now to be seeing it, seeing that Singapore is no longer called by that name. What was the Sassoonery is now Shonanko. How do you save your homes ?  Revolution behind the scenes in the palace ?  A group of officers of the Army ?  Or guild formation ?  Movement coming up from the mines or the land?

You can NOT eat minerals, and then HEROES ?  The reformers all used to take it so easy. The new bright world was to be arranged over the tea cups. Why DIDN’T you settle it over the tea cups ?  DID any one care for England enough to rattle the teaspoons, or risk cracking a saucer ?  AND now your politicians talk of CONDUCT of the war. Don’t you realize that the only men with brains enough to conduct a war are the men who foresaw what the war would be; the men who tried to keep you OUT of it, and who would now try to CONDUCT you out if it ?  You have NOT made it a war of honor. You could have made a hopeless stand, a forlorn despair of an expedition into Poland, and been defeated with honor. Of course it would not have been right at bottom, because the guarantee to Poland was faked. It was not to or FOR Poland. But even so, you could have made a gesture and been defeated with honor.

Can you not see that the outrage of the bombardment of Paris is but one of a series of attempts to make real peace impossible, and to prepare for the war after this one ?  Needless hate—sewing the SEEDS of hate for to morrow. Does it mean nothing to you that in this war you have inflicted more and worse wounds on your Allies than on the people you said were your enemies ?  Can these things go on forever without some glimmer of light reaching the British mind, to show the real causes of the conflict—the real forces IN conflict ?  Usury against peasantry, usury against farmland, usury against every man who does a day’s work, physical or with his mind.

Ah, against consciousless exploitation, against monopoly, against bank deals and swindles. Against EVERY race in Europe that takes the responsibility for being a nation and administering openly, as a government in the eyes of the people.

Against the crawling slime of a secret rule, a secret and IRRESPONSIBLE rule, that takes NO responsibility for the welfare of races, and nations, but eats like a cancer into the heart and soul of all nations. Even that where of its central staff is composed.

It is a privilege to fight against gentlemen. And the European radio station seems to me to have been as ready to show respect to General McArthur, as they are, and RIGHTLY are, to show absolute and utter contempt and loathing for the war profiteers, and the gang of unmitigated newts, and vermin who have thrown the world into war in the hope of establishing a gold and money lending monopoly, and blotting out the good life in five continents. They have done this from their lust for secret and irresponsible power.

And the place to fight these syphilis bugs is NOT on the frontiers, but in the centre of your own nations.

This more than bubonic plague passes over all frontiers as Dante already perceived. It rots the heart, and the soul of the nations. It is silent, ceaseless in its action. And the PLACE to resist it is for every man LOCALLY—the means to resist it are LOCAL.

And by that fact they are hard to bring into coherence. The embezzler, working behind false laws, can mobilize quickly; the farmer, worker and peasant can not.

The embezzler sets up his papers, dailies and weeklies. That curse of God Willkie was puffed up by the Weeklies. The plague does not stop with the dailies. It sets up publishing houses, it grinds down all private liberty—economic—I mean, fewer and fewer men or groups have the MONEY to run a paper. Every cranny is infested. Every college campus has a book store. LOOK to these bookstores. Look to the LAST vestiges of approximate freedom of the press, even the scholastic press, that gets out small editions. Communicate, Communicate, and CO MUN ICATE.

A plot was outlined years ago to blot out classical scholarship, to blot out the historic sense. It went about on soft paws, making no noise, it was DEADLY.

It worked while the nations slept. A contempt for the Latin authors. The idea Greek was useless. The concentration on innocuous authors. Erotic poems and NOT the state of life as shown in the Athenian law courts.

The aesthetic angle, that the whole of my generation grew up in, all LOOKING harmless, so HARMLESS.

America was killed by the kid-glove generation, looked simple. Henry James describes these innocuous flops: on the beach at Newport, none of ’em meant any harm, after the Civil War the American people was tired. I’ll say they were tired.

With reason. Killed each other off to make room for the vermin.

After Cato’s death there was no Republic, says some old Roman historian. Perhaps after Lincoln’s death there was no United States Republic. Bowers, the TRAGIC ERA, go read it. Johnson couldn’t hold out against the infection. Civil War dragged on. WITH INTENTION. Halleck, why was he general ?  Or at least why in command ?  Waaal, that is old scandal. Can’t fight Antietam now. Can’t go back before Gettysburg, the very names are forgotten now. Names we, the men of my time, grew up on, but we WERE being taught to forget. Or rather the WHOLE of the history was aimed at FORGETTING. It was top dressing, a monotony of military encounters, done with music and banners, to KEEP the nation’s mind OFF the causes—off the REAL causes. Debts of the Southern states, to the bankers of New York City.

My ole great uncle had a wooden leg,
went stumpin’ ’round after Gettysburg.
Ole uncle dot and carry one,
and every gun was a golden egg, for the Bankers in New York.
For the bankers in New York, OHoooooo.

No wonder old uncle Hiram wrote poems about P [J. Pierpont] Morgan, that as a kid of nine I didn’t understand. NO wonder the profit of 15 thousand on a lot of condemned rifles, looked like pretty poor stuff to men who had lost legs and eyes for the union.

After them came the kid glovers. Too refined to touch politics. THAT was an error. But you can’t very much blame ’em. Tired of five years war, of bad food, and army blankets. Also the weak’uns left, Henry James, Henry Adams, John, John Quincy, then Charles Francis in London. That part of Henry Adams “Education” is still EDUCATORY. Read it. Charles Francis Adams workin’ against Lord Russell, as cold a son of a fish as ever got into Parliament.

Then he came home, Charles Francis, and didn’t make a fight for the presidency. Possibly it would have been useless and then Brooks Adams trying to set down the real reasons.

Where is BOSTON ?  Damn it, is the Kike and Kahal radio station all that is left of Boston?

Is New England a midden ?  The war you ought to be fightin’ is NOT five thousand miles OUTSIDE Boston. Or five thousand miles outside New York, or even outside San Francisco. It is INTERNAL.

And if you let ’em bilk you with the idea. that they will PROGRESS AFTER the war is over, and a few million of you under the daisies, you will be being worse FOOLS than the Hindoos.

This war, internal war, can go on QUITE as well, SIMULTANEOUS with General McArthur gettin’ killed in a hopeless fight against Aguinaldo’s successors, as it can after the war is over: if it ever is over.

BEING at peace for twenty years AFTER Versailles did NOT conduce to a victory of the American people over the shysters. WHY should the twenty years after THIS war be any more favorable to setting up an honest government and killing off the Morgenthau and Warburg Satrapy: and having a United States of America State or REPUBLIC ?  What earthly argument is there against cleaning up and cleaning out the embezzlers DURING the present conflict ?  How can you DO it ?  Damn it, you can start by cleaning up your own minds. You can clear out the crap that you JOURNAL ISTS KNOW is crap: when they write it.

You can then clear out the crap that journalists BELIEVE along with their fake news, along what the advertisers LET the OWNERS (so called), let the editors PUBLISH. There is a second layer of crap that newspapermen believe to be real. BUT it is not grounded on a real knowledge of ANYTHING.

They have NOT gone into the documents. They have not read the real history. They chase one butterfly after another.

NOW the facts are NOT wholly hidden. There are fifty authors whom you could read, Brooks Adams, among ’em. You could read the works of the men who fought for the making of the Republic, John Adams, Jefferson, Van Buren, hidden or kept in shadow by punk propaganda.

You could get down to the usury swindles, lit up by Demosthenes. Will you wake up to the fact that the gradual elimination of the classics had a purpose, a damn dirty purpose ?  Get boiled down to a few harmless authors, say to Tibullus and Virgil, taste for the unreal in poetry, and the student’s eye got off the reality.

Look at John Adams’ paideuma. Look at what a man in those days, with no million dollar library, could learn while living on American farm land. Boston having about 15 thousand inhabitants.

No, it is the habit of “not being interested in takin’ things as seriously as”— —That refers to a young American college graduate tellin’ me his friends and acquaintances weren’t interested in taking things as seriously as I do.

Waal, it would have been just a bit better for ’em and, as Mr. Patchen remarks in the headin’ of one of his poems “I don’t want to alarm you, but we are most of us going to be shot.” Also a fellow named Caidwell, I think it was, went to the Spanish red war. These fellows got around to taking it serious.

What are you fighting for ?  Fighting for the starvation of Europe ?  Fighting to spread famine in Asia ?  Fighting for vain boast proved false ?  Fighting for the Sassoonery ?  Are you fighting for the National Heritage ?  For the heritage of wisdom, the heritage of Washington, and of Monroe, of John Adams and Lincoln?

I’ll say you are not.

You are fighting AGAINST what all these men stood for. And it will take more brains than I got, to get you out of it prettily.

Ezra Pound speakin’ from Europe for the American heritage.

When are the American and English people going to take note of the pattern, the pattern in which wars are made, not one war, but wars, in the plural?

Whether you go back to the start of THIS war in 1696. 1696, when the virus of death, the invisible silent virus, more deadly than syphilis, was shot into the English people. Bank of England, makin’ money from VACUUM, and levying interest tax in respect to it.

Waaal, you can’t all be students of history. Look to what you can remember, if you are over 40.

How was the last war started ?  Murder at Sarajevo. Look back at the assassinations that have served as a spark for wars. And at those that were intended to start wars, but something went wet in the fuse.

Connect ’em up. THINK what might have been back of ’em. To use a people, to send a people into war UNPREPARED is called destroying the people.

Ideogram of the knife and the sliver. USE people in war UNPREPARED. That is called destroying the people. ALL right, do you see anyone still blotting God’s sunlight with their swollen bodies ?  Roosevelt and Churchill, for instance, who have pushed the American and English into the war. That is the first phase. Hurl people into wars they CAN’T WIN. KNOWN in England in 1938 that England would LOSE.

Damn it, I was told in London in November 1938 that England would lose. Military expert sez to me (a furriner): “WE will lose India, we will lose all our eastern possessions.”

WELL, why weren’t men like that LISTENED TO ?  Why didn’t the British people listen to THEM, and not to the dirt off the hog’s hind leg, like they did listen to ?  What causes that ?  Astor, Times, Manchester Guardian, and the rest of ’em. Chief Usurer’s usurious brother at the head of the B.B.C. before that stable was cleaned that much, and an equally mendacious traitor to the people of England, put there to replace him, to be followed by another S.P.O.B. and Mr. Churchill’s last by-blow. Yaaas, and what is the SECOND phase, or second link of the poison offensive—London OR Washington?

Cries for prosecution of the war (not of the bastids that caused it).

Bevin and company in the HIRED fake labor pseudo-opposition crying for more energetic, etc.

Get the nation’s neck against the buzz saw, and then PUSH. Russians in the last war and in this war. Something pushing ’em. Someone HAD BLUNDERED.

DAMN it all, every man that dies in McArthur’s army is sacrificed to Frankfurter’s friends. But NOT to WIN. To destroy himself, to destroy any nation, one after another. Not that the Russian empire should survive, that the Austrians should survive, that England or the British Empire should survive, but to pull down the mighty.

Will you OBSERVE what these forces are, that shove nations from one disaster to another ?  France hurled against the unbeatable Germans, England pushed unprepared, and the climax of unpreparedness, the Lehman, Frankfurter, Morgenthau SUCCESS, of SUC/Cess in hurling America into the conflict, and now yelling for MORE disasters.

I did NOT stand with Lindbergh. I am not a pacifist of the prize-taking variety. There are times when a nation should fight, even without what appears a chance, as Finland against Russia.

When threatened with extinction. SUCH was NOT the case in 1939 with the United States, NO one for the past hundred years had dreamed of threatening the United States of America with extinction.

A damned fool, or a half hypnotized vacuum in our White House threatened Japan with starvation, sent silly school girl notes to Mussolini and Hitler, threatened to starve the world, talked TOSH to the Axis powers and to Japan. The world has seen that propaganda and smelt the stink.

I did not, however, take Lindbergh’s line, wrong line as I see it. The Nordic race seemed to be wholly ignorant of the nature of England’s owners, expressed sympathy with England, NOT distinguishing between the nice Englishmen that one meets, and the gang of thieves and murderer’s pimps who have been in control of the London government.

Out-in-front-men, for the in-behind-men, Beits, Goldsmid, Sassoor’s, and Sieffs and Rothschild. I said the cause was rotten, it was ROTTEN, and it was KNOWN to be rotten, and it was known that MOST of the gold in the world is in the United States, in the British Empire and in Russia. And as I was told in our National Capital, any attempt to diminish the power of them that held it will meet with fairly serious resistance.

Waaal, it was NOT honest resistance, witness dirty Donovan, in Yugoslavia, witness the betrayal of one after another by the nations who are CONTROLLED by the gold VERMIN. William J. Bryan must have been unhealthy. His family is so gone to rot that they can let Hank Wallace say, “NO PEACE without restoration of the gold standard,” and NOT shove Hank’s head into a milk pudding, and treat him for progressive infantilism.

WHERE are the men of the sons of the men who had the sense to hear of the CROSS OF GOLD, are they all dead?

Anyhow, that dirty alley cat is out of the BAG. Whoever died at Dunkirk died for gold. Whoever was shot at Dakar died for gold.

AND the bombardment of PARIS ?  As I have told you, NOT military, done to PREVENT the cessation of wars, done to so embitter French feeling that there can be NO peace between France and England. Oh yes, pullin’ in more nations, hope of stealing Martinique, and Madagascar.

But for God’s sake look at the POLICY, look at the pattern, how is it done ?  Who now is drawing pay for demanding vigorous prosecution of war?

Vigorous prosecution of Frankfurter and that golliwog glove that covers his fingers.

Frankfurter down inside the Punch and Judy show booth, and that curse of God, Franklin D. Roosevelt, gesticulating and shrieking up there in front to distract the children, to get the boys into the trenches. And the papers, the hired press, howling that the interventionists musn’t be allowed to take advantage of the abysmal mess made by Roosevelt, that the war must be PUSHED.

The place to defend the American heritage is ON the American continent. AND no man who had any part in helping Delano Roosevelt get the United States into it has enough sense to WIN ANYTHING.

If Roosevelt were not BELOW the biological level at which the concept of honor ENTERS the mind, below the biological level at which human beings can CONCEIVE the existence of such a thing as HONOR, that liar would go out on to the steps of the American Capitol and commit hara-kiri to atone for the evils he has wrought on the American people.

And I say it. Here’s my John Hancock.

Ezra Pound speaking from Rome, speaking as an American citizen, and hoping to God there are still some Americans left as distinguished from IMPORTATIONS.

Ezra Pound speaking in the name of a little sanity and human intelligence. The mere distruction of vast amount of goods, tools, ships, etc. solves NO problem, save the temporary, artificial and man-made problem of: GLUT on the market.

It does NOT solve the market problem as a whole. The mere absence of GLUT does NO good either to marketer, maker or would-be buyer if the absence of GLUT is accompanied by the absence of everything else, or even of nearly everything else.

Sumner Welles and company have, I admit, opened up a market for tankers. Anybody who can make tankers can now sell them. IF he is con tent to receive Morgenthau dollars as recompense, regardless of what the Kike dollar will buy. The continuance of destruction does NOT remedy the effects of destruction.

You have lent some more “Money” as you call it to Chile, a country notoriously in default. The confessions of a bond-salesman, an informative work, written by an author who had learned very little from his own tribulations, might be reprinted. The author was pretty much of an ass, but an intelligent reader might derive benefit from his revelations. The Loeb Chart of Plenty, the Chart of United States potential production has just been reprinted here. That shows the opportunity that the United States once HAD. Shows the abundance that might have been if Lehman’s damn son-in-law had never been born, or if the American people had had sense enough to keep him and his likes OUT of the American Treasury, and if our lunacy commissions were more effective. NOW the American money system is cuckoo. It is dishonest. It is unethical, it is blitheringly idiotic, and every man fit to be called human knows it.

There are simple means of remedying it. Had they been applied, you would not now be at war. Applying them now will not mend all the harm already done by Kuhn, Cohen, and Company to the American people, but the LONGER you put off starting, the worse rotted the whole country will be by the financial syphilis, whose out-in-front chief protractor is Franklin Delano.

And NO war promises have ever been kept by usurers’ governments, not since Cain took a pot shot at Abel. IF the monetary reformers IN the United States of America don’t get busy NOW, the opportunities offered ’em at the end of the war will be NIL.

If you can’t learn from England’s experience in homes for heroes, and war veterans trying to sell matches in the gutters of the Strand, after the last war, then God help you.

A system wherein the public is MILKED and bilked of TWO dollars for every dollar spent by the government is not the way to win either a war or a peace.

And the usury (now the Warburg) system is as old as the gold brick wheeze. The money system practiced by Monty Norman, and by Baruch’s fireside cronies is the system of claiming MORE than there is.

The CLAIMS are printed on paper (in the old days they were printed on metal), they are also partly printed on paper, and those forms filled in with ink.

Twenty dollars printed on a gold piece will NOT buy eggs on a desert raft, where no eggs are. It is as impotent to get tungsten out of grass in your back yard, as is a claim for 20 bucks printed on a Treasury note.

The value of money, as Aristotle observed, is determined by what it will BUY.

Hence, the howls about INFLATION. I’ll say inflation. Baruch will NOT want inflation until he has got out money and put it into something else, or until he is two jumps ahead of the public in unloading a dying currency like the British STERLING, and getting into Pesos or [some thing able to rise if anything in the western hemisphere] can be considered as rising or promising.

OVER a hundred years of stealing and cheating the South Americans is NOT [the] basis for lasting delight. Morgenthau’s government can pump money OUT of the AMERICAN people and spend it on Brazilian Ambassadors, it can LEND it to insolvent countries, who have neither the intention nor the capacity to REPAY it.

The banks can UNLOAD some of the bonds onto suckers, of whom the United States seems to possess a super-Loeb-chart supply. CHEAP agricultural products can be BOUGHT in South America and dumped into North America to the ruin of North American farmers so long as the ships will carry the stuff. BUT you can not get tungsten or even petroleum out of the carcasses of Brazilian ambassadors.

In fact your chief purchases in South America seem to be GOVERNMENTS, and you have yourself got more government than you can use.

You are tied up to Moscow and you have not yet the faintest conception of what that union means. You are tied up to England in a somewhat de pressing hour. BUT the knot either may or may not prove a slip knot or noose. When the strangulation becomes excessively painful, Winston’s name may be spelled PAUL REYNAUD.

You should keep an open eye on these possibilities. I know Franklin has his EYE on Australia and on Madagascar and on the African gold coast the Belgian Congo, Liberia, and the whatnots.

BUT the dawg in the fable also had his eye on the meat, reflected meat in the water. The aqueous metaphor may be invidious.

If I start on all the whatnots and the might have beens, this talk may start gettin’ depressin’.

God Almighty, you go get out your readin’ books. They say no man knows more than his grandad. If you can’t learn about money from Jackson, Adams (I mean John Adams) and Van Buren, I dunno when you are I going to start learning to read. Of course, very few people HAVE read any history and it will become increasingly difficult for you to get the real books. Henry Adams’ Life of Gallatin cost 35 dollars last time I heard: and was out of print, nacterly, at that time. So I don’t even know what is in it. But you MUST someday either DIE or learn the nature of money.

I told you about that chap in a prison camp, writin’ to ME for some of my books on economics. Seemed to me a bit late. But anyhow, he is still livin’. You CAN read about money in a Gefangenenlager, but you can’t read about it in Davy Jones s locker. You can NOT. When are you startin?

INTEREST on money. When does it become a title to what don’t exist ?  When can you divide the fruits of nature and Labor?

You can divide ’em AFTER the harvest. England, by REFUSIN’ to put that into law, is now losing India. Hong Kong, Singapore, Rangoon, Bombay tomorrow. CAUSE she would collect taxes before the harvest. Farmer hadn’t got any money. Even TITHES can not be paid before harvest, so Hindoo had to borrow MONEY from the bunyah, the kike, to PAY taxes, and got more and more into debt.

DEBT. Debt, or the white man’s burden. The people of the United States may be fairly low in the scale. I doubt if they are much lower than others, but your Washington government still HOPES that South American Indians are and WILL STAY sufficiently ignorant of how bank swindles are swoggled, to keep a gang of theives above water, for the next twenty years.

The last hope of [the] North American war party is a victory in South America.

That yaller hound Dawg Franklin Roosevelt was complainin’ the other day about “indecision” or people favorin’ indecision. I trust there is nothin’ Undecided about my position.

I think Roosevelt ought to be jailed, if a committee of doctors thinks him responsible for his actions, and I think he ought to be in a high walled gook house, or insane asylum if he is NOT.

And I do not belong to that romantic school of writers who think lunatics are interestin’ or that their characters are necessarily more admirable than those of plain low down crooks.

I trust this statement is perfectly DECIDED, and that Lord Halifax will not get any more free feeds with Finkelstein. To have conspired to bring down the United States to a level where Finkelstein can get by the Ellis Island or other port authorities on ANY excuse whatever is to deserve ILL of the American people.

And I think Mr. Morgenthau is outside Sing Sing, through an IMPERFECTION, or indecision or lack of foresight on the part of our national legislators. I trust there is nothin’ undecided about that statement EITHER.

I do like to be CLEAR. SOVEREIGNTY inheres in the right to issue money, and the American sovereignty belongs by LAW to the people, and their representatives in CONGRESS have the right to issue money and determine the value thereof. And one hundred and twenty MILLION suckers have lamentably failed to insist on the observation of this “DECIDED law,” and have been DIDDLED since along about the time Abe Lincoln was getting himself bumped off. Since then the people OUTSIDE Nebrasky and Dakota have been signally slack about demanding a legal GOVERNMENT of our country. AND there is NO time like the present to STOP being such asses as the American people have been for the past 80 years, or 79 years or whatever.

THAT is the first point.

The point at which embezzlement of the nation’s funds on the part of high officers becomes treason can probably be decided only by jurists, and not by a hand picked set of JUDGES hired to support illegality. BUT the swindles performed by the present administration should be ANALYZED carefully while there is still some faint memory left among us as to what the United States Constitution once was. The American nation will never win a war or a peace or anything more than the support of a few BRIBED South American ambassadors and bought governments, as long as the Frankfurter, Lehman, Morgenthau, Roosevelt amalgamation is settin’ on , the top of our government, not if the war goes on FORTY years; you won’t win it with that set of Kikettes running the nation, and the treasury acting like one huge running sore. And I haven’t the latest items, I have only some old reports signed by the mute in the treasury. I use the term mute in its technical, its highly technical, significance.

I trust I am bein’ clear and decided. I objected to having the United States governed by British espionage service. I object to having it governed by secret committees who have NO responsibility for the government and NONE by law to the people. I trust I am being DECIDED.

AND I do NOT want the United States to lose Hawaii. I do not much hanker to have us become a race of cheats and thieves makin’ war (de facto) on the South American people for the sake of a job lot of loan sharks, but that may be beside the immediate question. A government worthy of the name from 1932 onward WOULD have made sure of the Caribbean defenses, instead of dragging Japan into war.

That is the sort of thing that I incline to regard with disfavor. I mean the neglect of what is near, for the sake of attempting to starve out some far distant nation in the interest of a kike-like Sassoon, or some other hook-nosed exotic. I am not flattering some of the so-called old timers. The stock broker is NOT my ideal. He is NOT a sport. A poker player plays with his own money; if he loses, he loses. A man who buys a lottery ticket takes his chance with the other purchasers of lottery tickets, neither gambles with the bread of the people.

Hence the old disparagement or contempt for stock jobbers, long away back when there still was some perception of ethics, and men were supposed to LOOK at the consequences of their acts, before thinking they were being both honest and clever. This remark will make me exceedingly unpopular among the American rich, if any of ’em become aware of my saying it. There are various devious and twisty ways of arguing about the uses of short selling, etc., none of ’em, NONE of ’em would cut any ice with a jury of IMPARTIAL and disinterested men sufficiently intelligent to understand the question. NONE of ’em have any ethical weight. A century ago a congressman could rise to the creation of such a phrase as “a very undigested system of ethics.”

That is what the stockbrokers have mostly got wrong with ’em.

Except those who say frankly that they are predatory ANIMALS, and want to rob and predate. Well, that predatory spirit is NOT inspirin’ Europe at this present moment. Certain primitive types go out of fashion, one might almost believe in social progress, the cave man, the robber baron, etc. are not in the front line. They are relegated to history. And anyone interested in the theory of historic PHASE might by now lay a conjecture as to whether the old Wall Street ideal of robbin’ the widdys and orphans by means of stock deals, and rigged markets etc., may not be driftin’ OUT of the picture.

EUROPE is on. Europe is distinctly ON to the speculation racket. On to what it does to a country, how it injures the plain common people.

Hence of course Mr. Eden’s war. Mr. Churchill’s war, Mr. Roosevelt’s WAR, and the support or pursuit [or at least the tail end] CHASE of that war by six hundred renters of bench room in the British Westminster Parliament. An assorted set of skin games; sort of palm’ out in the bright lexicon of European Youth, in this the year XX of the Fascist Era. ALL in favor of the men who want to do an honest day’s work either physical or mental, or by using skill that combines both the labor of hand and brain, and git for it a wage that will support at least a man, his wife and two children. I said two children MINIMUM, cause if two people don’t reproduce two people, the race DIMINISHES and you get invaded: as the United States has been invaded by VERMIN, among whom the Rothschild, and Sassoon, and Warburg, are more deadly than syphilis.

The danger to the United States as a system of government is NOT from Japan, but from Jewry, and whether that invasion has been absolutely SUCCESSFUL, having been gradual since 1863, but accelerated since Taft was eased out of the White House.

Waaal, that remains to be seen. But if the remains of the AMERICAN settlers population, if the remains of the races that got there and made the country don’t git into action shortly, then the United States of America will register one K.O. or Knock Out. And it will be pretty right as decisive as any executive can desire. Possibly the LAST chance for the American SYSTEM of government will occur in the oncoming Autumn.

Ezra Pound trying to tell you. The danger is not that you WILL BE invaded, it is that you HAVE BEEN invaded.

I came alongside a COMIC paper the other day, English of course. It was ten or twelve days old, that is, the DATE antedated the day I read it by 10 or 12 days, via Lisbon. But in another sense it was “Old”; it might have been the TIMES for March 1912, so far as the naked eye could perceive. And I first groaned “how LONG can they keep on saying it?” Then I hit an article about Italy, “Voices of Fascist ITALY.” And my face was wreathed in smiles, I declined to hand over the paper to a friend, I wanted the cream for myself, precisely for this broadcast, which will be delayed into April or mebbe MAY, ’cause I have more serious communications to make to you. But some day or other I shall read out my notes on the “Old Thunder er,” old thunderer still mousin’ along.

I’ll probably read those notes some day when there is a lull, some day when you ain’t losin’ a Hong Kong, or a Singapore, or Rangoon, or Bombay or Calcutty. That will be after I have remitted the museum piece, the evidence copy from Printing House, repaired square to its owner, who is a collector of such things. Of course the nature of the object bein’ the same, I shan’t have to say anything much new. I mean anything I hadn’t already said 30 years ago in 1912 about the venemous nature and dangerousness to the people of that frowsy old paper.

Ellerrnan Jew influence didn’t cure it. AND of course like all prestidigitators the Times takes the eye OFF the immediate, geographically, spatially, raumlich, visible object.

The Times does NOT tell you about the conditions in the collieries [and] potteries, what were distressed areas before this war was got goin’, nothing about the people who petitioned from Coventry for example. NO the Times don’t bring us much news of England, except insofar as it shows us a state of mind.

No, no, the Times tells us about Italy. That is an accident, ’cause of course the Times was printed to tell you about ITALY, and you are such mugs you believe it. The special correspondent, NO raumlich, or spatial or geographic address given, not his lodge number or his kahal cabala indication. I think he is a subjected Aryan, from the writin’. I have met Englanders of his mental calibre.

Wall, he starts off, and somewhere in the .very first sentence he sez “the maintainance of war sentiment in Italy becomes an increasingly hard problem.”

Oh, is THAT so ?  sez the aristocrat, wrinklin’ up his nose with amusement.

So I continue readin’ the tidbits:

“A SINISTER image HAUNTS the rulers of Italy. It portrays (I’spose in some kind of language an image can portray, but I ain’t yet seen an IMAGE portrayin’; if the word portray means to paint a portrait. But let us pass the Times writer choice of words.) It PORTRAYS Britain emerging from the present struggle impoverished but still sound and strong. It portrays America turning her mighty industry ... and SO forth.

Waaal, now really. If some of the Sassoon’s last opium cargoes got toted up from what is now Shonanko, into the Printing House Square or Holland Park West, or wherever, there may be an IMAGE portrayin’. But the only reaction to America having an industry I have read was one about the multiplication of bed bugs; that was considered beneath the dignity of Rome radio, but might in time be found to be the only adequate reply to such nonsense.

As to Britain’s FUTURE might, you git “420,” quattro cento venti; the Italian penny comic and you will find what Italy is FEELING and thinking; during the 1914 unpleasantness “420” used to bring weekly pleasure to thousands with its “IMAGES” of Franz Josef. That is now what Italy THINKS about Roosevelt and England. And as for being strong but impoverished, there are still tender hearts, NO longer anglophile in general; but having traces of friendship for personal friends IN England and they have been known to wonder whether people who had 1000 sterling per annum will after this war have 100, and those that had 100, whether they will have 20 left ’em or the purchasing power of 20 pounds per annum left to their credit.

And IMPOVERISHMENT is not strength. Neither is the loss of your eastern possessions and the British Broadcasting Company view that Malta is a (textually) “LONELY OUTPOST of empire,” used to be umbelicus in my time; in the days of my heady youth.

After the comic prelude of the anonymous “special correspondent” not even alleged to be over in Lisbon, probably in Kensington West or South West, after the comic prelude he gets a bit dirty: usual mean streak of a man with a weak case. Then he talks about Apuleius and so forth. Dis liking Italian broadcasts.

Why don’t he stand up to the broadcasts from Rome transmitted in English ?  Why is he such an abject moral and intellectual coward that he DARE not face the arguments about money that go over this air from me, as an independent speaker, and from the REGULAR staff speakers, whenever they touch on the problem of making money by FOUNTAIN pen scribblin’ instead of doing an honest day s work?

Why do ALL the British papers and ALL the British Broadcasting Company bunkosteers keep so gingerly OFF all the ground where there is ideological COMBAT ?  Worse funk-holers [than] the Whore Behsha

WHERE are the Coventry marchers ?  Where are the Green Shirts ?  Suppressed of course [This] visible image EMBODYING thought on the hoof was prohibited before the Jews got you to fighting In the whole of your rotten parasitic ranks the whole of the British Broadcasting Company hireling company NO ONE dares and no one wants and no one would be there if they did want or dare to TOUCH the real issues.

Monopoly of gold components of your gold exchange, nature of money, how it is issued, how the people are bled, state of health in Your ISLAND.

Now to get down to brass tacks, to answer that ass in the Times. No ONE here expects you to do ANYTHING in this war save to LOSE it. From Dunkirk to Dakar, with at most a few successes over your onetime ALLIES. No one expects you to do anything with or IN this war save to LOSE it. BOTH to Germany and to Roosevelt.

Roosevelt portrayin’ (if you like the word) JEWRY No one expects you to do anything in or with this war but to lose it. If that expectation is an illusion it nevertheless EXISTS so that when the gent in the Fly Fisher s dub writes his next article, let him say that ENGLAND expects to emerge impoverished but fierce as [the] stone Trafalgar Square fountain lion of Briton, not as a stuffed lion skin, used as a bed mat.

But fer Gawd’s sake let him lay off saying this is what ITALY looks to. Italy just ain’t got that kind of jimjams. NO ONE here is surprised one atom at your fighting the war badly, from Dunkirk to Dakar, from Hong Kong to Calcutty. One is mildly set to wonder WHY you are fighting Europe instead of fighting Marx and P. Spencer, and Karl Marx and Lyons, and the one hundred enemies that had got you by the short hairs: and got you hog-tied BEFORE the war started. Over DANZIG, allegedly.

Over a year ago a man of the former social age, an international tennis ace, unsuspectible of political passions, the kind that jokes about these things, said his wife said to him, “WHY ever do they (meaning the English) FIGHT the Germans ?  Don’t they know that is all the Germans CAN do ?  Why do they go to WAR?”

Now firstly, the lady was inexact, as anyone who has read enough German philosophy, or heard Johnnie Bach’s music, or seen Albrecht Durer’s painting, or knows the work of the Frobenius Forschung’s Institute KNOWS. The Germans have quite a lot of assorted abilities.

But the question SUBSISTS ?  WHY did the people of England LET them selves get catched by the short hairs and HOG-tied, and led into losing the eastern parts of their empire, and getting allied to red Russia?

Let the TIMES go into THESE things—TELL PAPA! WHY did the Times, which LOST YOU Hong Kong, and Singapore, and Rangoon KEEP the REAL news and the real thought of the past 50 years (yaaas, not 20 but 50) years OUT of its columns. What causes that?

Well my time at this microphone is drawin’ to a close for this evening and I haven’t leisure to go into the other columns of that issue of the Old Thunderer. But when you are sad and downhearted, git out your back issues of the Times Newspaper of London, if they haven’t been confis cated by the dog-catcher to make biscuit for miner’s children, and lull yourself with Tennysonian legends, such as “Dutch leadership in the Indies,” rivaling that of Luzon, resistance, all merry and bright.

I do hate to return that stray copy of the Old Thunderer to its owner. Lord knows when I shall see yet another one, and having my head chuck full of things I want to emit to you, it will be a long time before I again animadvert to the paleozoic habits of your island crustaceans.

I do not expect perfect and COMplete comprehension of these discourses on the part of all of my audience. I should be content if I get over even a small part of what I am driving at, and WHY I am drivin’. For over 30 years I have been driving at some of the same objective objectives.

I thought in 1908 and before then that a nation’s literature IS important. State of a nation’s literature, is important. Words, means of communication, literature, the most condensed form of communication, communication of the most basic and essential facts, ideas necessary for leading the good life, registered in the best books.

And man’s duty, as soon as he is fully a man, is to keep those books, to keep that tradition available. Keep it handy. And the public: American and English, but for the moment let me stick to the United States of America. [The] American public [is] rather like that lunatic in Pea’s novel Moscardino, chap in gook house who just wouldn’t believe that there could be enough microbes on the back of a postage stamp to knock a man cold. Thought it was doctors’ fables, in fact thought the doctors had heard it from other gooks in the asylum.

Waal, the Americans and the English just couldn’t believe that it made any difference what a man or a nation put inside its head via its reading.

Hence I was supposed to exaggerate when I bust out against such dung heaps of perfumed pus as the Atlantic Monthly, and Harper’s and Scribner’s, as they were in the year 1900 and ceased not essentially to be as long as they lasted. The stink of stale perfume contains the deadly gasses which finally poison. No language could quite cover the loathing I feel for a Sedgewick, but it doubtless seems exaggerated. Later in London I did a sottisier, trying to make a few people see why the printed matter on sale in that city would finally kill off the inhabitants; witness Dunkirk.

The XIX stinking century saw what is called an advance in science. People learned that bacilli can kill. Prophylaxis entered the general mind, but an older concept got knocked OUT of the popular mind. It had been possibly once a good concept, but it had decayed. It was what is or was called a theological concept. The age, called the age of faith, thought a wrong idea could bring evil.

In the Middle Ages they got a bit fantastic, got their eyes off the here and now, and thought the bad idea would land a man in perdition, eternal flames, purgatory, or whatever.

Then something got tangled, and the people got fanatic, and heretics were burned and so forth. And M. Voltaire tried to get that untangled, worked all his life against the cruelties of fanaticism, was called an atheist; which he was NOT. I strongly suspect that almost no heretics were burnt, at least not at the beginning, except those who interfered with the usury racket, those whose ideas were seen as inimical to the usury racket, leaving out the question. But so far as I know no research has ever been done along these lines. I am speaking of heretics proper, ideology, not people who went into witch persecutions.

The idea that a WRONG idea could damage people here and now was perhaps not fully developed. The British theory was that free speech was a blow hole. Let ’em TALK and they will DO nothing. Hyde Park corner, etc.

Gus Flaubert and I myself, and diverse others, includin’ if you must go so far back, Mencius and Confucius, saw something worse than just one BAD idea, and that was the corruption of the whole and TOTAL means of communication of all ideas whatsoever. The corruption of language, the destruction of all precision in terminology, which takes man back and down to the status of beasts, or what beasts are SUPPOSED to be; namely, unable to communicate with one another.

Yet even animals, packs of wolves, and wild dogs do seem to under stand each other, and to collaborate. Very well, I set up and gradually got some ideas as to combat tin’ this universal gonorrhea of language and this rotting of ALL Printed means of communication, monthlies, dailies, weeklies, mercantilist publishing system.

All of which has bloody well dished and ditched the pore old British iniquitous empire. Too late to save that now. And anyhow, I am speaking to the United States of America. Forty years ago Brooks Adams made a quite good study of England, foreseein’ she would bust up, and part go to the United States of America and part go to Germany with, if I remember it right, Japan gettin’ a look in. Nacherly VERY few people read Mr. Adams. I only know of ONE Englishman who has quoted him.

And I am not enamoured of retrospect. I ought to have been given Brooks Adams when I was havin’ a shot at American history in the University of Pennsylvania—that’s 40 years ago. Might have accelerated me in giving him a little publicity. In fact ALL history teachin’ in American universities ought to have got hold of Brooks Adams THEN, 1897–1900, 1903 his best volumes.

His weak an’ pindlin’ young brother Henry was not the man that his elder brother Brooks was. Brooks seeing what had happened in history, seem’ it pretty clearly, foreseeing what would happen in HIS time, but not seeing beyond that. Knowing that an age of faith, or ages of faith had existed, but did not see the next one. Livin’, you may say, in his own phase. Foreseein’ the down flop of England, that is, of the Empire, noting symptoms of England’s decline, which the English remained deaf to, and blind to.

BUT not foreseeing the Italian rise, not foreseeing the change of phase: from material to volitional.

Reactin’ against John Quincy Adams’ judized form of religion. I forget where he notes that, maybe in the preface to his book on New England.

ANYhow trying to figure out where John Quincy Adams, whom he greatly admired, had gone off the rails, not gittin’ back to his great grandad John Adams, the father of his country and inventor to some extent of General Washington.

Waaal, can’t get it all into one discourse. But if there is still some campus not yet invaded by the hosts of Belial and Jewry not wholly squashed under the dung-flow from Wall Street and Washington, I suggest you start taking notes and figures. Figure out this affair of the ruin of language, the falsification of all reports in the well paid magazines, the falsification of newsprint. And ALSO the attack on historic knowledge. The rise of TALMUDIC schools, quite UNNOTICED by the high class periodicals. Note when America began to be filled with talmudic schools, not listed and having big sign boards. Note when American history went out of fashion. When the kids in the lower grades heard of Lenin and Marx and Trotsky, and not so much of Lincoln and Washington. Watch the gradual creep up of obscurantism, the neglect, ab initio, from the start, of John Adams, Van Buren, and Johnson.

There ought to be 700 STUDENTS, and 30 professors, digging into this question, these questions. SOME DAY you will need to KNOW, need to know more than you do at present.

Lord knows what will come to you first.

For the United States to be makin’ war on Italy AND on Europe is just plain damn nonsense and every native born American of American stock KNOWS that it is plain downright damn nonsense.

And for this state of things Franklin Roosevelt is more than any other one man responsible. Of course he was puffed up, and put thaar, or kept thaar, and that dirty Kike Lippmann has declared that Roosevelt is MOVED by others; and does not act proprio motu.

All of which whatnesses do NOT adulterate the fact that WAR between the United States and Europe is nonsense. And its makers ought to be smacked.

How long it is going to take the American people to make at least a partial return toward their senses, I know not, I do not know.

I suggest yet again that you look at the way the WAR, this war, has been wangled. And HOW it has been conducted. FIRST, the American people were SANE enough to see that the war was phony. DANZIG, Poland, and all the rest of it, COOKED and the American people KNEW it was cooked. Second, England’s offensives effective against neutrals and Allies. Third, the United States offensives effective against England, Iceland, and Venezuela, at the cost of losin’ the Philippines. Well, damn the Philippines. We promised ’em independence, and the dirt in our national makeup prevented our keepin’ the promise. Our conduct as a nation to various is lands, let alone to South American republics, is NOT our title to glory. And Aguinaldo has as good a right to the Philippines as any God damn Jew in Roosevelt’s family caballa. I do hate to see Hawaii endangered. We got the Sandwich Islands more or less decently, and they could have been held as a defensive position.

The Philippines WERE NOT, they were an offensive position, and the conduct of Roosevelt’s government was plain downright silly, not to say nasty, not to say mean, not to say stinkin’, it was all of these things put together.

Anyhow, one of the LIES of this war is the LIE about the anti-Axis alliances. Russia is NOT Britain’s ally but her enemy, America is NOT Britain’s ally but her enemy.

Chiang Kike Chek is the prize buyer of gold bricks, and where did Soong git his money ?  Mrs. Chiang Kike is always flittin’ and floatin’ in Semite entourages. If Charlie Soong warn’t staked out by kikedom, you come here and tell papa. I can’t prove this assertion, but I await any disproof, and I don’t expect it to be forthcomin’.

The phrase, cut off the NOSE to spite the face, may seem invidious and SUGgestive. “Wasn’t she a silly slut, to sell her bed and lie in dirt?” Yaas, SHE was, Margery Daw or Columbia, Solomon’s jewel. You have cut your nose off to the extent of three summer vacations in Europe. You have cut your nose off to the extent of what you haven’t had in those three years in the way of cultural contacts and the amenities. Whatever is happening in the way of BASHING abundance INSIDE the United State of America you know better than I do, and I am not going to tell you about Cincinnati. I have heard British fools talk about Italy which they had not visited. I have seen men get het up about what happens in other countries, meaning what is SAID to happen in other countries. And what they have read in the noozwypers, and I am not going to participate in that form of foolery.

YOU TELL ME about what is going on in the United States of America and I’ll tell you what I see here in Italy. That will be fair exchange and no kikery.

I do NOT admire your making war on Finland, Iceland and Venezuela, on the pretense that you don’t like Hitler’s municipal government.

Or that you steal from other countries because they are incapable of governing themselves, or because their governors are incapable of stealing from them. Neither, I think, do you.

EIGHTY years peace for England would have been useful to England. Thirty years peace for the United State of America would have been useful to YOU. It would have meant a whole generation.

I don’t know how long the Pacific would have maintained its status quo, but I am right, downright certain that I could have done BETTER in dealin’ with Japan than any of Mr. Roosevelt’s lowbrow assistants, among whom I know of none who was fit for the Japanese mission.

England was bilked, and that was NOT done without United States assistance. Well, I don’t admire the men who assisted. And neither, I think, do YOU.

As to what you can do to get out of it, that is another story. Haven’t you got any folks at home who can tell you ?  After all my mission in life had been rather special. Maybe that was my error, but one can’t be in ten places at once. I believe, like bed rock, I believe, that if the American people had been consulted in 1938–39 and 40 and 41 NINETY percent of the American people would have been content to have the American government stick to its best traditions, to stay OUT of international shindies, and to USE the United States prestige. (We HAD some prestige in those days.) And the American people would have wanted used to get a SANE, peaceful arrangement of the problems of Europe. And a clean government in Washington would have aimed at that target. When, before Gawd, are we going to get a clean government ?  It is time for the American people to start gettin’ ready to think about that.

Whether Frankie is a gook or a kike, I don’t think the American people LIKE him. I don’t think they wanted him back in the White House. And the election figures don’t prove it. They may possibly prove the DEFECTS of the American electoral system and the power of bribery and corruption. And then again they may not. The only excuse of most voters was “you don’t vote against Santa Claus.” Look what Santa has brought you now. Waaal ole Franklin Kris Kingle, Sant Nicalaus, ain’t got any live children back out of the pork barrel. If that is too mixed a metaphor, let me remind you of the old French chanson, about St. Nicholas. Frankie looks to me more like gettin’ the live young INTO the salt pork barrel than rescuing the little dears out of it.

As for the English, nine of ’em out of ten do NOT believe they ought to be fighting the Germans. And that goes a long way to explain why a lot of them don’t seem anxious to do it. They don’t like their empire being ruined. They don’t want their island invaded.

But nine of ’em out of TEN do NOT believe they ought to be fighting the Germans. That is, down there under their skulls, down under their thick bully hides they DO NOT think they ought to be fightin’ the Germans. They DO not believe in Bolshevik methods, or in the Bolshevik propaganda. None of it is spontaneous in England, and a lot of British KNOW the Bolos are HIRED.

Some of ’em, not the nicest among ’em, think, oh yes, they OUGHT to fight Italy cause Italy is small on the map, and the small ought to be jumped on. That is British tradition. But they do NOT think they ought to be fighting the Germans, and they do NOT want to see geography books with England’s empire reduced to probable figures: but they do NOT think they ought to be fighting the Germans.

Well, think it over.

Last Sunday I came on some typed pages signed “W.A. Nyland,” Secretary pro tem.  That seems all a long way back in faded lavender.  A time like this gives one time to go thru quite a lot [of] postal matter that one hadn’t time to look at very thoroughly when it arrived.

A time like this, when the postal service with the Western Hemisphere is somewhat reduced.  Result, so far as my private life is concerned, is that not bein’ able to continue private correspondence by letter with the more lively American youth, gentry and professoriate, I had to stir round and git onto the air, only line [left] me.

Now I ask Social Creditors if anyone of ’em except Major Douglas gave in the old days—the dim and distant 20s or the almost as dim 1830 and 35s—ANY thought as to the sort of paralysis that allus seemed to creep into the Social Credit movement, about as soon as it got near action.

I have told you of Senator Cutting’s hope, and his disappointment.  Aberhart may for all I know still rule in Calgarry, like Brian Duff in— —still.  The jewbrew and rabbinical stations do NOT stress either present or past of Alberta province.

Mebbe no one has told ’em you OUGHT, you really ought NOT to ask the pliant public to put a stamp on its stamp scrip once a WEEK.  Lord knows I have tried in my time to stop a fairly wide set of foolishnesses on [the] part of people who LACK historic perspective, or who failed to grasp the inner workin’s of economic mechanisms, and the relations between one expression of monetary honesty and another.

I am not concerned with the merits of particular bills, I am not concerned with the injected paralysis that has stopped any and all bills having economic basis in honesty since 1873, or say since 1863, gettin’ back to the start of the present phase of the unending swindle.  Is that paralysis due to the Talmud ?  Or to the spieir [?] whereof the Talmud is the most complete (and dirty) and thorough verbal manifestation extant?

There is no doubt that C.H. Douglas began to notice some years ago that certain elements, call ’em elements, seemed to penetrate into the works of the Social Creditors’ movement just about the time it seemed to be about to be real.  In fact his writin’s during the three years precedin’ Mr. Churchill’s new war were largely spent in lookin’ for the source of these penetrations, these injections of paralysis.  He left off his a plus b, or left it in the background and got right out with Henry Ford in IDENTIFYIN’ the Hebrews as a possible source of infection.  And the circulatability of his publications got lower and lower.

Now what do you think causes that? And what do you think you can or could do to UNcause it, not necessarily re the a plus b theorem but in the case of ANY and every economic reform or basic reorganization that you chose to believe in ?

You say: change in direction of will.  All right, say you had wild imagination.  Say you had guts enough to IMAGINE a man you really would like to see in the White House: I mean would REALLY think ought to be in the White House.

What would you DO ?  Would you communicate your thought to your neighbor ?  What would he do ?  What effect would it have on the oncomin’ elections, 1942, 19447 Has anybody but the present speaker had any such flight of poetic fancy dunn’ the past 20 years ?  You can’t tell me that Harding or Coolidge or any of ’em were chosen, nominated because anybody really felt: well now, that is what we need in the White House.

Wouldn’t that fellow just add to the American tradition ?

Well what about it ?  What would happen IF every American over the age of 21 suddenly voted for what he wanted ?  I don’t mean, for just what he felt to be the lesser evil, the less rotten apple ?  Now just think a minute; supposin’ you went down to Washington and walked up the front path to the White House.  What would you like to find sittin’ in a rockin’ chair on the lawn, or find inside in a drawin’ room, to greet you as the American President ?

Just what qualifications ought the fellow to have whom you would like to find in there? Who would make you feel that his presence added, yes, I say, added to the joy of bein’ alive ?

Yes, I know it is a vision.  I never had it but once.  Nobody ever told me I was wrong; in fact nobody ever said while I was in America three years ago, nobody said I was foolish, they just thought it impractical.  They didn’t think he could get there.  Or mebbe that was the trouble; mebbe they DID think he could get there.

Of course the nomination has sometimes been quite within reach of almost impecunious people.  I have been given extremely low figures as to the bottom price for the ante, which depends of course on the year, and the state of the political market.  But mebbe those low figures only apply to duds, whom the wise guys just KNOW won’t be elected.

Such I suppose is democracy.  Or perhaps such is the modesty of political parties.

Well, up in BREMEN they seem to have decided that you folks can’t keep your minds on any one thing more’n about three minutes.  I used to listen to their Mirror, now I hear their magazine.  Three minutes talk, then a gigue tune.  Mebbe Rome would give me with music included if I put up a howl.  Not every topic NEEDS 12 and 2½ minutes.  Sometime I feel just like askin’ a string of questions; as fer example: WHY do you Yanks fall for the FOREIGN or exotic wheeze? I mean Jews from all over Europe come to America, and you think they are Frenchmen and Dutchmen.  Now why is that ?

And then this appointin’ ambassadors to imaginary unlanded governments? Ought I to get ambassadors appointed every time one of my Italian friends wants to ask me what time is it or whether Faulkner is better’n Caldwell, and WHICH Caidwell or whether Josh Bathos writes better’n Bromfield, or what’s become of that refined almost writer Mr. Thornton Wilder ?  Do you dare fall for it ?  I mean this elevated from rank of minister to that of dambastador, in order to treat with the government of Ruthenia, at 29 Wardour Street, third floor back, W.C. in London ?

I should like to see that subject treated in Puck or Judge, if those monuments of the ash-barrel era still flourish.  Puck used to be Democrat and Judge Republican, back in 1892.  Have they conserved their old sense of coarse humor, coarse but robust and healthy, or are they all peter’d out ?  I mean Arno’ed.

Lookin’ back and rememberin’ my far distant childhood on the corner of 47th and Madison Avenue where there is now such [a?] sumptuous Hotel Accommodation Thinkin’, thinkin of my Great Aunt’s family furniture, moved a few blocks up the street.  I wonder if the ole grand piano is still workin’ for the folks that took over, foreclosed the mortgage, or something, anyhow, sold the old lady up.

And Mr. Fouquet, and pop Quackenbush, all that generation that remembered the Civil War.  All gone with the ash barrels.  Think of swell ballroom, right where my Great Uncle used to keep his bunch of bananas, and I used to play chequers with him; my old Great Aunt’s black man of general all work, or rather any work, some work, that he used to dodge to play chequers on top of the apple barrel, before the days of the Windsor Fire, Two Hotels, Windsor and Buckingham, ornament of Fifth Avenue, back before you kids remember.

An’ yaller Martha.  She used to take snuff.  That’s a long time before the great night life of Harlem.  Back when Owen Wister, it may have been, wrote “Philosophy 4”—now why do I think of that ?  And why did that darkie porter in Grand Central Station look at the E. initial before my name on my suitcase in 1939 and say: Now how do I come to know that, that E. stands for Ezra? Sort of nearly undersized porter.

My mind goes back to before the invasion.  I mean I suppose that is what is occurrin’ in my psychology leadin’ me up to the question: Have you GAINED by the interval ?  WHAT have you gained by the interval, from 4 to 8 million invaders, all part of a widely distributed RACE, that has a radio out by San Diego or somewhere, known as the universal world Jewry station, or some similar title, and does a HIGHLY organized 7 to 7 to 7 [for] 6 or 8 million people of a decidedly OTHER race;  in the midst of 100 million or so assorted descendents of people racially European, MEAN anything for the welfare or illfare of the UNorganized 100 million ?  And if so, how so ?  And sailors don’t care? Whalers don’t care, landlubbers seem fairly indifferent.

Ernest Poole might write a book on the subject.  Another bloke whose name I forget might write a book on the subject.  Wrote a novel I rather liked, about a New England family goin’ to seed on a farm that was like a white elephant.  I mentioned it and was promptly reproved by a highbrow friend (not a professor) who assured me that that novelist would never write a somethin’ or other.  Marquand, that’s the fellow’s name, Marquand the novelist.

Well, I don’t take such high ground.  I think all those American novelists who try to set down a slice of history ought to get credit for it.  Even if they go a bit heavy, or leave in 40 pages in 3 or 4 hundred that just aren’t quite book-writin’.  But still you get a bit of Van Buren, or a bit of some epoch that young America OUGHT to know more of;  1830 or 1930, but at least tryin’ to peg down some part of our white man’s heritage and tradition.  Not bein’ cute and cunnin’, but trying to tell the next generation at least part of what ought to be known.

That’s why I keep on hammerin’ on the disgrace to the nation implicit in not printin’ Joe Gould.  I mean that is one why.  And Mr. McAlmon always printed in Paris.  Two sets of men, tryin’ to put down American history, one doin’ it in meritorious novels, that the highbrows niff at snobistically, one set or a few scattered fragments doing impractical stuff, lack of national discipline, lack of civic responsibility.

Workin’ in BOTH these branches of United States incompetence.  Oh, little things, here and there, just a straw shows how the wind blows.  And then the United States gets bumped OFF, like the frogs did.  After more 50 years warnin’.  And the frogs sellin’ 15 thousand copies, a whole series of editions (Flammarion editions) where American author wouldn’t sell 1500.

Mebbe that is part of the national trouble, part of the great American bellyache, part of the American IMMATURITY; to call it by no more harsh name.

And then the omissions, the things Mr. Dewey, Professor Davis Rich Dewey leaves OUT of his Financial History.

Well that’s all for this spasm.

Ezra Pound at the microphone.

Why not have a real President ?

The Daily Mail of London got round a few weeks ago to reprinting one of those libelous photographs that were shot on board the REX last time I came into New York harbor.

Well, that did not harm, unless it cast a little indirect discredit on the capacity of American press photographers. The Daily Mail seemed to be followin’ in the wake of the Sunday Times. The Mail contented itself to saying my admiration for fascism was notorious.

The “Special Correspondent” (address not given) of the Sunday Times, apart from an erroneous statement as to my views of the American President, used a qualifying statement saying that “Among Pound’s many eccentricities and aberrations, his admiration of the Fascist regime in Italy has long been notorious.” Both papers neglected to tell their British readers that I broadcast to ENGLAND now and again. That is not the point either.

What I am a lookm’ at is this word ABERRATION. They call it an aberration for me to admire or whatever the present Italian system of government. Has a fascist government itself ABerrated, or has it aberred? Firstly, if it aberred, it aberred into drainin’ a powerful lot of swamp land which OTHER Italian governments had been lookin’ at since the time of Tiberius Caesar and signally failed to get DRY. Those swamps had been lying thaaar breedin’ malaria for over two thousand years, sometimes a bright boy would take a smack at ’em and dry up a bit or a corner. But the FASCIST regime lit in and got quite a lot of [it] dried, and under healthy cultivation.

Secondly, if I aberr, it [is] in the aberration of admirin’ the increase of grain yielded in Italy.

Thirdly, fourthly, and etceterarialy, there is the question of national health, bein’ improved, there is the question of the increase in living quarters for the NOT-rich sectors of the nation’s community, there is the question of water supply.

Sixthly, etc. there is the question of electric power. So as they don’t have [to] waste their substance buying dirty old smoke coal from England. Petrified frogs, Frenchies, biologically fixed, had been yapping about la hOOOOOOuille blanche for decades. Well, the Fascist REGIME got the Italian railway runnin’ by electricity. That is by lettin’ water flow down wards, OVER some selected turbines. All of which is notorious, if it an’t just a little bit more than! I

But it is merely material and my respect for the Fascist Regime, for FASCISM in fact, goes a bit further. Along about the time Tony tin-toes Eden was tellin’ Italy where to get off at, and she did NOT GIT. There came a day when Italy sat up sassy and defied fifty-two so-called nations, England among ’em. That required something more than mere itch toward luxury economics. And the idea of having an airplane crash onto a battle ship did not START in Japan. About the time Tony’s England was trying to bully NEW Italy, there was something here in this peninsula.

Do I aberr in admiring it?

I think I do not.

And at England’s present condition, I wonder if the Sunday Timesers and their parishioners aren’t mebby ready to wish some of their bosses had aberrated in similar manner. The aberration of an alliance with Japan, now wouldn’t England have done better to aberr into an alliance with Japan, rather than being hoffed out of Shonanko, Hong Kong, and Rangoon? An alliance with Germany, rather than with a paralytic Jewed France?

Let us say the British Foreign office had committed a few aberrations along my line, would England be today a brighter and happier country? Instead of droppin’ so many old naval bases and stations into Frank Roosenstein’s pocket? I don’t say Washington would have welcomed these moves, but I am opening up a line of Enquiry, about the word ABERRATION.

Perhaps I should also open up a line about representation. An Italian said to me yesterday, “But so many people in England have NO representation, you could have a party of a million people in England, and it might not have even ONE member in Parliament?” Here EVERY man of what ever trade or profession has the OPTION of joining up with his sindacato; he don’t have to, but if he wants to be represented directly, that is the method. If he don’t join up, his interests are nevertheless looked after, cause if he is a carpenter, or a rice grower, or a field worker, or a fellow that trims olive trees, there is the UNION, the sindacato, working up to the confederazione. It’s thaaar to represent the interest of peasant, or carpenter, or dentist, or whatsoever. All of which may be notorious, at least plenty of people here know it, and nothing has been concealed. No secret back of the curtain conspiracies. No trade union leader can sell out to the employers, nor blackmail employees.

I, for example, would come under the confederation of artists and professional men, painters, doctors, writers, dentists, etc. WHAT Congressional representation or parliamentary representation have the professional classes had in the United States or England since the beginning of their government system?

Aberration? If this be an aberration, let me aberr. What bloody chance has the stray man, the individual in old style so-called democratic organization, in comparison to what he has in a corporate system, EMBODIED system?

Every peasant in Italy knows where to go and KICK if something ain’t done to suit ’em. And my Gawd they DO kick. Sometimes in the most silly manner. Like as I said in Rapallo, when they wouldn’t have tubercle bugs taken out of their milk. The Italians are the greatest kickers on earth. Started back in the Quattrocento. Eyetalian individualism, development of the personality, raised to point of exaggeration, but enlightened the world.

Nothing less than the Fascist system would keep these people together. Some of the kickin’ is aimless, but the mass of it keeps things movin’ for ward. If! got a kick, I know where to take it. I take it to my confederazione. If I were part of a more numerous category, I would take it to the local agricultural centre; if I had any land whaar I could grow seed, I would go to the local agrario something or other, known to me as the florist’s shop on the road to the station.

Who would [have] (and has, when I got inquisitive) gone up to the cattedra ambulante (which don’t mean ambulatin’ cathedral) but the traveling or mobile means of agricultural and horticultural education?

Yes, we HAVE in the United States state legislatures, etc. DO they cut any ice?

The American system was GOOD for 80 years, after which it was betrayed and defiled AT THE CENTRE, and the outlying parts grew steadily less efficient, and still less efficient.

I would like to see a little blood, or oxygen infused back into ’em. Any how, whatever kind of a MESS you are in in America, with your farms mortgaged to milk trusts, England is in a worse mess. I’ll say a worse mess. And I reckon even the Sunday Times is about ready to wish some of the stuffed British shirts had aberrated more in my fashion. Or to see that England would have been happier had she puked out the stuffed shirts and put in some fellows capable of similar ABERRATIONS. Similar I mean to what they call my aberrations.

American news items, and the utterances of prominent Americans reach me, often with lamentable delays, and often I have to grope for the possible or probable original text, through an Italian translation.

Nevertheless the drift of Mr. MacLeish’s remarks toward the end of March seems fairly clear.  He has been given a gangster’s brief; that is, he has been entrusted with the defense of a gang of criminals, and he is doin’ his damndest.

I object, and have objected to the CRIME, regardless of who may be related to the men who have committed it.  And I accept the conditions of the debate, namely that the Morgenthau-Lehman gang control 99% of ALL means of communication inside the U.S.A. and that they can drown out and buy out nearly all opposition.  On top of which Roosevelt has, characteristically, resorted to blackmail.  ANY man who does not accept the gigantic frauds perpetrated by the Morgenthau-Roosevelt treasury is to be held up as a traitor to the U.S.A.

The reply is, that any man who submits to Roosevelt’s treason to the Republic commits breech of citizen’s duty.  There is NO connection between submitting to the Morgenthau-Roosevelt and winning this war or any other.  There is NO patriotism in submitting to the prolonged and multiple frauds of the Roosevelt administration.  And to try to make the present support of these frauds figure as LOYALTY to the American union, to the American Constitution, to the American heritage is just so much dirt, or buncomb.  Doubtless the tactics of EVASION will be used to the utmost.  Blackmail will be used to the utmost.  But if the American people submit to either or both of these wheezes, the American people will be MUGS.

There are several historic facts which the opponents of the Morgenthau Lehmans would do well to dig up.  Mr. MacLeish has not gone all out for the printing of the key facts of American history, in handy and available volumes.  There are several historic facts which the opponents of the Morgenthau swindles would be well advised to extract and USE.  Of course for you to look for my points, points of my biweekly talks in the maze of Jew covered American radio transmissions, is like lookin’ fer one needle in a whole flock of hay stacks.  And your press is NOT very open.  However, if some lone watcher, or ascoltator or listener on Back Bay, or the top of the Blue Ridge DOES hear me, I suggest he make note and ask advocate Archibald whether it helps win ANYTHING to have the people pay two dollars for every dollar spent by the government.  I ask whether the spirit of 76 is helped by flooding the lower ranks of the navy with street sweepings, whether war is won by mercantilist ethics, and in any case whether men like Knox, and Stimson, and Morgenthau can be expected to fill the heart of youth with martial ardor and the spirit of sacrifice.  I ask Archie to say OPENLY why handing out four billion in excess profits on the gold wheeze, between 1932 and ’40, handing it to a dirty gang of kike and hyper kikes on the London gold exchange, six firms, is expected to HELP Americanism, or why it should be regarded as a model of devotion to the American spirit.  Or why ANY honest American should vote for the continuance of that swindle, or for keepin’ in office the men and kikes who were responsible for puttin’ it over the people.

And that of course is NOT the whole story of the Roosevelt, Lehman, Baruch, Morgenthau dippings.  Dippings into the country’s resources.

The break with our traditions exemplified by Donovan’s intrigues in Yugoslavia is no Cornelia’s jewel.  In fact the MacLeish, Roosevelt yawp about patriotism is nothing but the gilding on the outside of the brick of base metal.  Keeping Roosevelt in the White House is not essential to winning the war.  The two things can be considered QUITE apart one from the other.  Had you had the sense to ELIMINATE Roosevelt and his Jews, or the Jews and THEIR Mr. Roosevelt at the last elections you would not now be at war.  That is one point.  BUT to suppose that you will win the war by GOING ON being mugs in any and EVERY internal conflict, to suppose that you will strengthen the U.S. abroad by submitting to continued internal bleeding and swindling, is just so much nonsense or hoakum.

The first step toward a bright new world, so far as the rising American generation is concerned, is to get ONTO Roosevelt and all his works, and the second is to ELIMINATE him and all his damn gang from public life in America.  The alternative is annihilation for the youth of America, and the END of everything decent the U.S. ever stood for.  If you allow yourselves to be dazzled, if you are persuaded to identify the Morgenthau Baruch control of the U.S. by secret committees, or the Warburg bank wheeze with VICTORY, you are mugs.  If you confuse these things and the profits on Army contracts even with national defense, you are plain downright suckers.  I shall be highly interested to see whether Archibald takes up any of the points of this discourse.  If he don’t, some bright lad ought to help him.  Someone ought to pick up a point here and there, over some faint lonely wave-length, and apply it right in the home, right in the home town or village.  Your employers are said to be going over to Russia, to git red points on the sweat shop system.  That don’t mean liberty in the home village EITHER.  Mess, fraud, and the destruction of national well-being INSIDE the nation are no proofs of fitness to extend the nation’s power abroad, nor indicate [the] likelihood of so doing.  Of course if the billions of dollars diddled out of the people by Roosevelt’s faction are used in an election, they may win yet ANOTHER election.  But that will not be equivalent to winning the war.  NOR of course will it be equivalent to maintaining or rather restoring the American system of government, which is the last thing Roosevelt has ever appeared to desire, or the Jew’s Mr. Wilson before him.

If Stalin’s Russia is the ideal Trotsky and F. Delano version of paradise, then that is what they are headin’ for.  Archie among ’em.  But if the American people lie down yet again and take it, it will be a long time before plenty blooms on the American mountains.  The bright new world will be a long, long time reachin’ the Blue Ridge.  Ask Archibald why he AVOIDS so many topics of interest.

Keep Roosevelt’s gang in office and you will not ONLY lose the war abroad in both oceans but you will LOSE everything worth having at home.  Ask Archie why don’t he use his prestige and position in the cause of ENlightenment ?

It is gettin’ on to be nigh thirty years since Mr. Wyndham Lewis, the vorticist painter, began rootin’ round and prospectin’ the publication of an art magazine called BLAST, the word meaning commonly explosion of dynamite, etc., but connected in the arcane recesses of Mr. Lewis’s mind with blastoderms and sources of life. And this magazine or manifesto was in its way a harbinger (I am never quite sure about that word harbinger), but it does seem to be generally accepted as meaning a sign of something about to come. Well, the other war came and prevented its being a periodical or annual publication, got out a second number in 1915 and that ended it, Gaudier-Brzeska the sculptor havin’ been killed in the interim.

And that manifesto was the best we could then do toward assertin’ what has now become known to the world, or at least to the European continent as the crisis OF the system. Crisis OF, not IN the system; not a crisis in side the system. But of the SYSTEM, crisis OF the system, DEL sistema, not merely nel sistema.

Now the particulars about the art movement, insofar as they affect merely painting and sculpture may not much matter in themselves, you will say. But the point is these things ONLY occur, changes like that in art and writin’ ONLY occur when something moves deeper down, some thing gets going, something is workin’ inside, and the LIVE artists, as distinct from exploiters and deadheads, get the itch to DO something about it, itch to do something LIKEWISE.

Anyhow, Blast appeared, and somewhere inside it or in some contemporary explosion of Wyndham’s there was the statement: “MATTER when there is not certain amount of intelligence INSIDE it, decays and rots.” It would have been a happier day for all England, if all England had looked at that sentence. Which marks the end of an era, marks the end of the Marxist era (if there was a Marxist era), marks the end of the XIXth century usurocracy and mercantilism. Matter in which there is not a certain amount of intelligence decays and ROTS.

Waal, Blast made a bit of a stir, mebbe on the surface. It penetrated into society circles, etc., New Zealand attacked it. The stinking old Manchester Guardian took six months to discover that Blast was satiric.

BLAST could have been RECONSTITUTIVE, if the body of England hadn’t been too far gone, too far descended into a state of flaccidity to be able to react to the medicine.

A copy of Blast penetrated into the lofty purlieuws of the Beerbohm Tree family.

Yes, Blast was out for publicity, it was not hidin’ its head like a violet. It was made to be seen; it was said to be two foot square; which it wasn’t but it was as large, and its typographic display was as impressive as Mr. Leveridge, the printer, could be induced to give credit for. And the STAGE in those days, as I suppose it still is in England, was esteemed far more than mere art, or mere intellect; so for an ART paper to penetrate into the upper reaches, as it were, of SIR Herbert’s ambience, was already a proof of something or other, I won’t say vitality, but at least visibility. Cause Herb, SIR Herb, was not only IN the limelight, but OF it, he was as you might say, built out of limelight, constructed of limelight, made out of limelight, as stuff and substance.

Waaal, the Tree[s] and their circle were havin’ tea on the lawn; as one did in the upper reaches, with due paraphernalia, large silver tea urns, etc. and up come a storm, thunder and lightenin’, and the family naturally plunged indoors, and one of Sir Herbert’s nieces described to me the scene, possibly prophetic scene that resulted.

Blast had been left solitary there on the lawn, and the niece and Sir Herbert gazed elegiacally from the drawingroom window on the scene of grass and wet dampness. A FLASH of lightening lit up the lawn. There in its solitude, huge on the flaring magenta cover, the black letters vivid, the word BLAST was written. Possibly someone ventured out to rescue the treasure, now valued of second hand book sellers, but more probably no one did. It was in many ways a languid era, so few DID.

I take it in retrospect that my tendency to action had effects, people who were bored with stagnation, and were relieved at the sight of ANY vitality, this must have been a TINY minority, and the vast majority of the small minority into contact with which I came, was uneasy, disturbed, horrified in fact: for that sign of action was also some sort of a harbinger.

SOMETHING was going on, or if not actually going ON, something might occur somewhere.

And DID.

Not only one war, but another, and the END of the materialist Era. The end of that particularly dirty Anschauung. Not merely the change of an IDEA, not the change of ONE idea, or notion, but the change of a WHOLE disposition toward life. Sloth, laziness, snobbishness, greed or whatever prevented the English from seeing what the change was to be, or what it was when it hit ’em. Also ignorance, also that part of the constructed snobishness which had helped to blot out historic sense. (Not by accident. That was intended.)

However, the dichotomy, the division was an age-old division. When Mencius went to see King Huei of Liang, the King said, have you got some thing that will bring PROFIT? Profit motive, already known, two thousand five hundred years before Blast; 2,400 years before Marx half swallowed Hegel. And Mencius said: why use that word, what I got is my sense of EQUITY. If you can’t use that in your Kingdom, good morning, I have mistaken the address.

Well, now the sense of EQUITY, sense of justice, was what England had lost or mislaid. Ben dell’ intelletto Dante called it, or something not very far from it. Homely English would get that down to “use of your wits,” but I reckon Dante meant something nearer to Mencius’s meaning. However BOTH the use of the wits, and the sense of justice or equity had gone out of fashion in England by 1914. And this is no subject for merriment. When a nation loses its sense of justice, sense of fair play to ALL corners and loses the use of its wits, it is the end of an era, or the end of the nation, or BOTH.

We have seen the Russian Empire come to an end. Grand Dukes sellin’ the country, and thought not encouraged by the class that was then in power. We have seen the end of the Hapsburgs. You would think old W. Steed would have learned something from his study of the dealin’s of the Hapsburgs, and that he would have applied it into his observation of England, but evidently he has not.

I dunno where you folks will come out, but I know you won’t start toward coming out till you recognize the use of straight thinking. Till you stop bilking yourselves, till you get rid of the people who have encouraged you in the worst of your vices—opium of one sort or another, dumping one sort onto China, and using another sort for home consumption. Landor, Trollope, Hobhouse, Major Douglas, even ole William Yeats, plenty of your own wise men have told you.

And the Ta hsüeh, the Great Learning, First book of confucian philosophy ends: Profits do not profit a nation. Lucre does not profit a nation. The sense of equity, sense of justice is that wherefrom a nation hath benefit.

The whole of your rulin’ class has run plumb haywire on profits; [FCC transcript: run haywire on lucre; despised the use of the— —, despised the good of the intellect; falsified everything.

I’m hep to your B.B.C, to your— —advocate in India. India has already given way, that is,— —and false promises. Now the B.B.C. comics arid falsification of everything. Now the only point I’ve heard on the London Radio was what one Royal Canadian, who had swallowed all the— —, swallowed all the lies you had told him. Still dreaming along in the years of Victorian (jubilee). Lucre does not profit a nation. Sense of justice is that where from a nation can benefit.

Ezra Pound speaking— —or perhaps only an admonition. That is— —is your only way out.]

Over 150 years ago our ancestors, that is the ancestors of some of us, had an OPPORTUNITY—and they TOOK it. They had the opportunity of setting up a government, without being absolutely hog-tied. They made a conscious and CONSCIENTIOUS effort to set up a better FORM of government than was then extant in boosy old bribe-run England. That fact was important. After about 80 years, the American form of government was DONE in, and it took us nigh 80 years to find out how, when, and WHY we had been diddled.

Several columns of infamy, monuments to the crimes of Ikieheimer, Sherman, and probably Stanton ought to be set up in front of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington explainin’ why Lincoln was shot, why Booth got out of Washington by the only road on which there were no police guards after he put the lead into Abe Lincoln, that being the ONE road, he would be likely to TAKE and the shortest cut into the south country.

Well all that needs explainin’, like the hoods on the prisoners, which certainly KEPT ’em from seem’ folks in the courtroom when Doc Mudd and the rest were tried. Whatever other explanation ever was given or can be invented to explain this form of illegal torture?

Waaal, it is all very mysterious. And it definitely marked a DECLINE (to put it mildly) of legal sense in America. Decline of our sense of fair play, decline of American decency.

Then came the kid glove era. Then came disparagement of the system. “Decline of democratic DOGMA,” wrote Henry Adams shiftin’ his words about hither and yon. The decline as I see it waren’t in the DOGMA, it lay in absolutely leaving the dogma high and dry. Stranded, paying NO attention either to the text of the vital affirmations of DOGMA, such as liberty NOT to harm others. Paying no attention to the vital points of the Constitution. Letting the WHOLE real power and sovereignty be swiped from the people and the LEGITIMATE representatives of the people, and from the responsible executive officers and handed over to VERMIN. And not even American lice in all cases.

“We can not permit the circulation of greenbacks,” can not permit the circulation of NATIONAL money, said the kahalists, because we can not control ’em. AND the American MUGS let it go at that, took seventy years to get wise to it. CALHOUN had known better. He had seen through the northern loan sharks. Waal, Calhoun was dead by that time. Well, being KILLED at the root, the ONLY effective means of ruining the Amen can system, having been extracted, filched, pilfered, TAKEN OUT of the system. The system naturally turned weak and pindlin’.

And AS the ideas inside the American Revolution had been grown in Europe a bit before we took to actin’ on ’em, the American soil hadn’t got ready to produce much original thinking. Even Ole Walt Whitman got a shot in the arm, Hindoo ways of thinking, which he sprouted as a means of bustin’ the tea-table manners of writin’ imported from England.

Well, let me keep to stability, let me keep to POLITICAL ethics, and not deviate into literary SYMPTOMS of a disease. Whatever the causes, fertility, fecundity of American nature, it remains in the record that apart from some seceding colonies with what were called FUNNY ideas, little groups of people buying a bit of land and trying social experiments, in New York, Utah, and in Connecticut, there warn’t much reorganizing effort in the United States of America Representation of the DIFFERENT kinds of people was BUST, not its crust was busted, its crust was all that was NOT busted. Its hoistin’ balloon was pricked, it was knocked endways, and the vitality deflated out of it. Even the lawyers, who as a class or professional group, had had a good deal to say at the startin’ of the American system, were eased into butler’s and footmen’s positions. The trades, the artisans, the farmers, the farm hands, the land owners who didn’t own vast tracts of land, all of ’em steadily LESS AND LESS represented; their interests, their power to LIVE, their power to USE the statal mechanism as a means to the good life, were eased OUT of their grip. Worse or better in Europe, where some stinking old systems, old stinking traditions, of the Hapsburgs of England, of the Hapsburgs and Romanovs, went along creatin’ more and more hate inside their own borders.

England just never DID catch up with the AMERICAN states system, was crusteder, was nearer to the ROTTEN borough confederation, not ONLY as fact but as DOGMA. Nothing in Europe before 1920 got in reachin’ range of the American system as it was from 1798 to 1860 or ‘65.

As it was you might say from the start of the Revolutionary War of 177b, till Andy JOHNSON got pushed out of the White House. We Americans, we UNITED STATESERS have STILL got legal rights ON PAPER which Europe spent over a hundred years regardin’ with ENVY. And WE Americans are such go! darn MUGS that we do nothing with ’em.

We make no use what bloody ever of the rights we BY LAW possess. We let a mean bunch of sheenies elect, that is, pick out, and choose our unsightly presidents.

We let ’em put in the codf ace; we let ’em KEEP in Franklin D. Roosenvelt, and RUN him conscious or unconscious, helping them do us dirt, or being kept in the dirty groove RUINING the American heritage. And the American people gets dumber and dumber each year, and shows less and less desire to git at the facts. They take NO warning by what happens to countries, like France and England, who let the kike get into the saddle and run ’em, rackrun ’em to ruin.

Hence my attention to the NEXT social construction. Next in point of time, next SYSTEM of government set up in the AIM that ours was, namely of providing a BETTER system of government than had BEEN BEFORE put in motion anywhere on earth in the occident.

Got to go to the great exceptional reigns [of] Hong Vou or some Emperor whose administration is mostly unknown to everyone in the United States or Europe to get anything in [the] human record better than in Germany and in Italy [in order] to make EFFECTIVE what had been INTENDED in the United States by Adams and Jackson. [Well, after 130 years, along comes another] revolution and tries to set up a better KIND of government than was anywhere extant in Europe OR America in 1920, that being the only place you CAN correlate. If you weren’t headless jitterbugs, or some other acephalous variety of the species, you would at least want the FACTS about fascist and national socialist organization. You would want to know why and HOW Italy and Germany riz out of their ashes and smashes. You would want to KNOW what means are used to make EFFECTIVE the will of the people in Germany and in ITALY. Taking the MAIN wishes first, getting FIRST what the people want FIRST, and second what they want second. GUILD organization, coordinated at the top, that being the only place you CAN correlate, defects of other proposed systems wiped out, incapacities of economic sects wiped out, incapacities replaced by CAPACITIES. First essential of life is to keep livin’, to keep on living, not DIE. Every man represented IN the system, embodied IN the system with someone responsible TO him and to the centre.

There is an Italian motto—spectamur agendo—meaning that things get judged by their action, by their effects. YOUR first wakin’ or conscious act will be to find out WHY Europe does it.

I dunno HOW to start helpin’ you if you WON’T think about the American Constitution, if you won’t, just damn all WON’T try to see why it does NOT function. Who can avail this? If you won’t then take steps to put it back into working ORDER and damn well see that it FUNCTIONS. When your will gits turned to that TARGET, mebbe I can offer you a little enlightenment.

But so long as you are plumb determined to lie down and be walked on by the President, it will be difficult to keep you upstanding and perpendicular. Or in fact to produce anything better than a state of chordee.

I naturally mistrust newspaper news from America. I grope in the mass of lies, knowing most of the sources are wholly UNtrustworthy.

It nevertheless seems to transpire, or expire that there is a difference of opinion between quite a fair sized number of Americans, and an equally large number of Jews, Jews-playfellows, and the bedfellows of Jews and of Jewesses, from Eve Curie to Lehman, and Lippmann.

The terms “interventionist” and “isolationist” do not seem to define the fronts clearly. Senator Johnson, I s’pose that is Hiram of Californy, be came warlike when Japan started in. Naturally, considering what state he represents.

BUT clarity has not come and will not come till an accurate census of the ORIGINAL bellifiyers is made and until every pro-war Jew has his name listed. I think the NON-war Jews (at least those who were non-war before the WAR started) will be found to be very, very, verrrreeee small.

In fact, apart from the thefts and extractions of the gang back of the Treasury music hail, it becomes increasingly difficult to discuss American affairs EXCEPT on a racial basis.

Whether America will awake to this now or in 20 years, will depend on Yankee enterprise, I suppose. Whatever you read in America, we read here that the Americans, U.S.A.’ers, are irritated at finding ’emselves in war UNPREPARED. Disappointed in British FLOP.

SOMETIME the Anglo Saxon may AWAKE to the fact that the Jewish kahal and secret forces concentrated or brought to focus in the unappetizin’ carcass of Franklin D. Roosevelt do NOT shove Aryan or non-yittlsch nations into WARS in order that those said nations may WIN wars. The non-Jew nations are shoved into wars in order to destroy themselves, to break up their structure, to destroy their social order, to destroy their populations. And no more flaming and flagrant case appears in history than our own American Civil War, said to be an occidental record for size of armies employed and only surpassed by the more recent triumphs of Warburgs, the wars of 1914 and the present one.

AGAIN, whatever your own press has been able to tell you, it is, or ought to be news, that Europe is interested in the question of Masonry. Nothin’ will come as a greater shock to America in general, but in particular to honest men who compose the greater part, numerically, of American Masonry, than the view held concernin’ that order in Europe.

An American said to me a short while back, “I’m a Mason, my wife is a Catholic, the kids goin’ to Catholic school, and a man would have to be pretty SMALL to let it (meaning his Masonry) interfere with his politics.” That, I believe, to be the attitude of 95% of American Masons.

No one in the United States will be more surprised at the talk of hook up between Masonry, its central control, Jewry, Anglo-Israel, and the British Intelligence Service [than will the rank and file of American Masons.] This is all NEW[S] to the rural American. Giraffe!! There ain’t no such animal.

Well now these scissions, these cuttings off of a NATION are damaging. I have told my select readers for years that England dropped behind, way behind France in all sorts of intelligent activity, book-writin’, etc., during the XIX century because she was CUT OFF from the continent of Europe for YEARS. During the Napoleonic shindies, Germany was sent into exile, or they tried to exile her after Versailles. I myself forgot what I knew of German language, not till I got het up and wanted to read Leo Frobenius, did I git my German dictionary out of mothballs. And I ain’t the worst case.

Now, isolations of this kind are BAD for a nation. George Santayana can’t send his manuscript to Scribner’s because of the war. That is one item, only one item. You’ll find out, brother. Interference with communications’ service. Rothschild, the stink of hell gittin’ hold of Austrian postal service and censorship in time of Napoleon. Hundred years after Austria is the dumbest, and LEAST mentally awake country in Europe, and FLOPS. France was awake, Rothschilds git into bank or stank of France in, I think, 1843. Inside a hundred years, France walks down her pirate Reynaud, and flops into the discard.

You’ll find out, brother, before or after the belly-flop. England is on the teeter. The central stink betrayed the United States in 1863. Keeping up the hostilities, keepin’ the rebels at it, divide et impera. Now the same bunch of Kikes is doing [it] in England. NOT for the benefit of the American people.

Sassoons baboons, Rothschilds, etc. migrating to the United States and stinking up the whole country, in the wake of Zukor and the other fine flowers of Semite culture.

Look at Litvinov’s face. The SOUL shining in beauty. Greek philosophy jettisoned, Justinian, jettisoned, the sense of LAW that built up all Europe, puked into the discard.

Sense of ENGLISH law, that was built up out of the Roman, puked into the discard. You will find out, brother, later or soon, and I should prefer it sooner, so as I should be able to meet some survivors.

Interested ONLY in Bunk, says the sheeny lawyer, seem’ what you can put over. Immoral geometry, Freud, Bergson, crawlin’ in through all the Crevices. HONESTY of [thought] in all and every department filched away, undermined, dry rotted, wet rotted. And simple hearted elegiac poets like Archie put out in front as top dressin’. No, brother, the American people will have to start askin’ questions.

WHAT ARE THE MASONS? Where do they git their money? And WHO controls ’em? Who is the big SILENT noise at their center?

WHAT is the British Intelligence Service? Secret Service? Fighting the British people? How did Willie Wiseman git there? Why don’t the OPPOSITON papers, papers that say they opposed Frankie Finklestein Roosevelt, why don’t they LOOK into these matters?

What is the KAHA[L]? Why don’t you examine the Talmud? Talmud, said to have corrupted the Jews. Some Jews disparage it. What is really said in the Talmud about creatin’ disorder? Why did the firm, publishing firm that printed the Protocols, go out of business?

Waaal, mebbe they went out of business cause they hadn’t enough sense GO ON printin’ me. But look into it. Don’t git excited until you have got some real evidence. There is a buildin’ outside of Washington, and so forth, go look at it.

Don’t start a pogrom. That is, not an old style killing of small Jews. That system is no good whatsoever. Of course if some man had a stroke of genius and could start pogrom UP AT THE top, there might be something to say for it.

But on the whole legal measures are preferable. The sixty Kikes who started this war might be sent to St. Helena as a measure of world prophylaxis. And some hyper-kike, or non-Jewish kikes along with ’em. I shall be content if I contribute my buffalo nickel to arouse a little sane CURIOSITY, a little healthy inquiry as to what causes the whichness.

Goethe was gittin’ at something when he wrote his play “Faust.” I can’t do ALL the researchin’ but thaaar, as I see it or feel it, is a field for proficuous research.

The error of philology in the XIX century was to split everything up into slivers, get a man concentrated on a small enough microscopic area, and mebbe you can prevent him seeing what it has to do with the next field, or with the national income, or with the health of the nation.

USEFUL, I am an authority on Arnaut Daniel, for example, any post graduate student can become an authority, very good exercise too, if he don’t get loco’d and buffaloed. If he don’t lose all capacity to incorporate what he knows, if he don’t see that it has or may have connections—may IMPLY something or other.

Just as the LOSS, the absolute loss of craftsmanship, the CEASING of the fanlights, the carving of the wood in the fanlights over the London house doors, IMPLIED something or other. Why did our colonial architecture, what is called our colonial architecture, go to pot? Wood carving, colonial cabinet makin’, I mean furniture making, not pickin Hulls and Knoxs, go to pot, American silversmith technique, why did it peter out? When do such things synchronize with other phenomena such as usury tolerance? There is WORK for all sorts and kinds of humans so long as the musician or glass blower carries his IDEA deep enough into it; the picture painter, if he carries his mind deep enough into it, will find that he is not alone, not isolated, solitary, has something to do; some revelation, VITAL relation with the rest of humanity.

Enough for this evening.

The Bolshevik anti-morale comes out of the Talmud, which is the dirtiest teaching that any race ever codified. The Talmud is the one and only be getter of the Bolshevik system.

And if there ARE any Christians in the United State of America, they would do well to consider Renan’s warning. They would do well to consider the difference between the Greek and the Hebrew parts of the Bible.

They would do well to look objectively at the record of Hebrew barbarism, and at the nature of Christ’s revolt, as recorded in the Gospels. I do not propose to enter [into] questions of paleography and archaeology. Theologians or students of religion have said this, that, and the other about the dates of composition, sources, etc. of the Old Testament.

I do not propose to go into these questions, they can be left to professional archaeologists. Having read the Bible daily in childhood, I have come to have perhaps a more objective view of it than, let us say, Bishop Temple.

I propose to consider the statements in the King James version, taking them at their F ace value. I ask you to note what you are told in your Bibles. For the moment let us confine ourselves to the two sections, namely the Old Testament and the Gospels, leaving aside the questions concerning St. Paul.

Now the Old Testament is a collection of heteroclite work, chronicles, psalms, prophecies, and ecciesiastes. And the Chronicles record the doings of a thoroughly disgusting race of barbarians.

The prophets ceased not to object to the conduct of the coreligionaries. You will perhaps say that all dirty barbarians were at that time much of a muchness.

However, there was a fellow named Pericles, there was a fellow named Aristotle, there were various writers, such as Homer and Hesiod. And they built up a European Code. In fact, European civilization, and as much of it as has infiltrated into the outlying Islands, islands lying off the North West corner of Europe, such of it as has been trapsed over the North American continent. People taking grand pianos, and little plaster busts of Mozart and Haydn across the Mississippi River and into the Michigan pine woods.

This CIVILIZATION sprouted in the Mediterranean basin. And this civilization had ENEMIES external and internal. Barbarian tribes beat against its margins, and corruptors infiltrated into it, just as they have in filtrated into the United States of America for the past hundred or 160 years.

ALL right, now what does your Bible tell you about SOCIAL organization? It tells you the Jews went into captivity, that is, into a state wherein they had NO CIVIC responsibility, in great part a slave condition. As to their own organization it consisted in what still survives in the kahal sys tem. There was a LAW, NOT an ethical system. This law was a set of finnikin prohibitions, and there was little distinction between the transgressions; what there was, was related mostly to the MAIN purpose of law; namely to provide FINES, payable to a gang or tribe of allegedly religious superiors, who seem to have had no particular ethical status.

IRRESPONSIBLE taxation, taxation to and for the benefit of a gang of exploiters.

Just like the Bank of England or the Morgenthau, Warburg system in the United States. Taxing the people TWO dollars for every dollar spent by the government.

That is BASIC; all particular grafts and swindles over Army contracts, or contracts in peace time are EXTRA, over and above the main wheeze. I leave out all questions of detail, questions as to what Moses learned in Egypt, what the kikes picked up in Babylon. I ask you WHY WAS CHRIST crucified? He was crucified for trying to BUST a racket. There had been mystic sects in Palestine before the ZERO year of the Christian era. Some say they had been there for 200 years.

I am not considerin’ the religious and mystic question. I am asking WHY the Sanhedrim and the Priests and Levites were so dead set on Crucifixion. Pontius Pilate couldn’t make it out. He wasn’t interested in having a revolt on his hands. So he washed ’em. BUT what stirred up the big men in the kikery?

Will you note that there is in the Christian Gospels NO provision for TAXING the public? There is NO institution of a central governing authority authorized to TAX the people for infringements of understandable in fractions of a finnikin code of laws.

That hit old Caiaphas RIGHT where he lived. Right where the kikified Englishman still lives; namely, RIGHT on the pocket. As to the Talmud, that is something much lower. That is the code of vengeance, of secret means unto vengeance. AIMED specifically at the destruction of all non kike order. It is a dirty book, and reading of it might well be reserved to mature and responsible students of psychosis and of pathology.

OUT of it came the Bolsheviki. Out of it came the determination to ruin Europe, to break down Christianity, to set up no-Godism. And it is either irony or tragedy that English and American Christians should find ’emselves hog tied into a collaboration with bloody Russia. I am personally highly skeptical as to the depth of English and American Christianity. My Great Uncle Albert said he preferred the Episcopal Church, because it interfered neither with a man’s politics nor with his religion.

I suppose there ARE American Christians. I have never found ’em as Christian as Germans and Italians who happen to be religious. It is not my job to sort out the sheep from the goats. I see the Padri Emiliani in Rapallo working hard, day in and day out, to bring up a bunch of orphans and make ’em into good artisans.

I see out of my bedroom window a chapel built on a sane economic system. Namely, the peasants up that side of the mountain had the stone under foot and wanted a chapel, so they got the stone out of the mountain

side and put up the chapel. I suppose they believe in something. And it is quite certain that the FASCIST regime approves of this sort of activity. I have my own sort of religion, and nobody here bashes me on the head for believing it. I don’t say it is adapted to all sort and conditions of humans.

It suits me and I got it. Nobody, not even the Archbishop with whom I occasionally converse animatedly and upbraidedly has asked me to chuck out on the dung heap. He occasionally gets in a word about the Gospel’s containing good gospel. He is older than I am, and not quite so explosive.

I see and approve the folks in Rapallo coming down to the sea on Easter morning, not so many as used to. I see the peasant women bringing their silk worm cocoons into church about Easter time to get ’em blessed, hiding them under their aprons. All this shows respect for divinity. Nobody taxes ’em for doing it, or for NOT doing it. They bring out their grass that has been sprouted up prematurely by puttin’ the seed on wet flannel and put little rows in front of the altars. All that is very pretty, it may or may not be part of a theory. I think it conduces to the amenities; ANYHOW, it is part of the good life, part of the art of living. ANY Chinese gentleman, on Wang Chin-Wei’s side of the line at least would respect it, and Japanese Samurai would respect it.

I also respect it. I consider it part of civilization against which you have a horde of bloody barbarians financed by a bunch of skunks. Meet a few Mongoloid or Tar Tar communists. Meet a few of Baruch’s importation, of Warburg’s importation, meet the lower strata, not merely the Willie Wiseman’s who have been given directorates. Meet a few of these dirty swine, out to destroy Bach’s music.

Bach? OUT.

Shakespeare? OUT.

Destroy everything conducive to civilization Damn civilization. The Kike is out for all power. The Kike and the unmitigated evil that has been centered in LONDON since the British government set the Red Indians on to murder the American frontier settlers. Has hurled the Slav, the Mongol the Tartar OPENLY against Germany, AND POLAND, and THE DURATION Finland, and Romania. And SECURELY against all that is decent in America. Against the total American heritage. This is my war all right, I have been in it for 20 years. My Grandad was in it before me.

I said last time that my grandad had been in it before me. Said this was MY war, and that my granddad had been in it before me. And we were and ARE BOTH on the same side. Last time I saw the old man, I must have been about 12 years of age. I can still see him settin’ in our so called library in Wyncote in a big spring rockin’ chair, facin’ a funny patent iron coal grate that was under my greatgrandma’s picture. Other side of the family that rather thought their side was superior.

Yaas, been socially etc. though I doubt it. Whaler’s great great grandson studyin’ Greek, while the other side was goin’ to college. Waaal, so happened I went abroad, and knew very little of him, till my dad come on along over and by chance brought a few scrap books. And there were cuttings about old political shindies 1878 Grover Cleveland etc The swindle over demonitization of silver.

I could write a whole American history by implication stickin’ to unknown folks, in four or five families. But the WAR has been the same war. John Adams, Jefferson, Van Buren, and Jackson, and finally Abe Lincoln, V.P. Johnson, my Grand Dad. All fighting the kikified usurers, all trying to git an honest day’s pay for a day’s real work BY the people. All trying to have the government money run honest. I haven’t had Henry Adam’s life of Gallatin, whether that kike was honest, or merely clever, I leave to men who can get hold of Henry’s Life of Albert Gallatin and ulterior documents. If Jefferson had stuck by John Adams, instead of making it up when they were both on the retired list, things would have been different. But no might-of-beens count much in history. Jefferson at least stood out against Alex Hamilton. Two great friendships, at the base of American history. John Adams and Jefferson, Van Buren and Andy Jack son. You can pass the time readin’ that history. It will make the boys better citizens. Make any young man more American if he sticks to seein’ American history FIRST before swallowin’ exotic perversions.

How did we get where we are? WHY was Signor Zobi in 1850 holdin’ up the U S for the admiration of Europe? Tellin his readers about George Washington. Why was Lartdor, known to most of you for Greek culture, why was he turning from Pericles and Aspasia to write a poem to General Jackson? That was America. It was promises. I’ll say it was promises, and a DAMN SIGHT MORE. You look at that, Archie, America wasn’t only promises. America was colonial architecture, good food, even in my young times, the black cook could make a brown stew. No second-rate cookin’ ever entered my face till I got to eatin’ in restaurants when goin’ to college. And then, God Damn it, an oyster stew was an oyster stew. I mean as cookin’ we were second to no man, even to no woman of any nation.

French chefs were mere fancy. But the ice cream made of CREAM, all cream and peaches, solid peaches, was NOT surpassed by Sindar, it was not distinctive of Europe.

American silversmiths, American colonial furniture, even the carvin’ on American tombstones, if there were no sculpture to speak of. Jefferson’s house, for the house of a rich man, or a man who lived like a rich man and went bankrupt. Monroe’s house, I should say a man lived inside his means. Adams’s house, the two houses, house of poor man and son of poor man. All those houses could teach you something, something of POLITICS, in the high sense that ole Harry Stotle held up, held up for man’s admiration. Something in a way higher than ethics, the further extension of ethics got to grow out of sound ethics. Then something bust, 1867 it BUST or was BUSTED. And the documents are available. Hazard circular, correspondence of Sherman, Ikleheimer, and Rothschild. When will you folks start thinking? Then ten years later a bill slid thru, knocking out silver. And there waren’t never again enough honest force in our Congress to get thru an HONEST bill about money. Some flyers, some attempted amendments trying to save what was saveable. Trying to keep “IN CIRC. as currency” some of NON-INTEREST payin’ part of the debt. Calhoun would have understood it, would have understood that phrase about NON-INTEREST payin’ part of the debt. Of course no need for it to be issued as DEBT whatsoever. Calhoun would have understood the bearin’ of that phrase about, AT LEAST PART of, the debt that did NOT bear interest. Did not TAX the plain man, every man in America, wakin’ or sleeping. John Adams would have understood it, Lincoln would have understood it. AND HOW.

Page Mr. Sandburg, I say, Carl, do TELL Archie, ask Archie about that NON-INTEREST bearin’ part of the debt. What does the eminent Congressional Librarian have to say about that word NON-interest bearin’? And if not, why not? After all Archie waren’t in on that fly-by-night company of the President’s, floated to take it off the people of Europe, during the German inflation. Archie is fairly late comer to the kike’s table. I hope you ain’t eatin’ shoe-bread.

But you would do better to innoculate your children with typhus and syphillis than to let in the Sassoons, Rothschilds, and Warburgs.

Then of course there’s this silver business. Silver never quite OPEN. Wanted to break gold MONOPOLY but not by real honesty. Wanted to prevent the gold racket from being exclusive, but by means of another RACKET. Good men feeling they needed backin’, like Sir Montagu Webb, gettin’ the silver boys back of ’em, but not tellin’ ALL of the story. Very hard case of conscience. A man gets into Congress BY silver, has silver backing. Has a RIGHT to want as much rights for SILVER as the gold lice have for their gold. BUT: wants his rights to be raised into a racket. Don’t give a cuss for the rights of the sheep men and wheat men. Waaal, that has been silver’s weakness. No commodity has a JUST right over any other commodity and you can’t eat these METALS.

Commodity dollar, old pop Warren was right on that line. BUT who is to ISSUE the dollar? Back to the old Constitution, old betrayed Constitution. What has the gol darn Baltimore Sun, or New York Sun to say about the U.S. Constitution? What has Col. McCormick got to say about the U.S. Constitution? Put me out, or his weak-kneed half masted editors put me out of his Paris paper too soon. Don’t matter a hoot. But what has he got NOW to say about the U.S. Constitution? Mebbe he has waited about 20 years, mebbe longer, that are JUST 20 years too much.

I’ll be seem’ you. What have the silver Johnnies got to say about national money? No, I am not a social creditor. I passed by that alley away. I am a national money man.

And there ought to be more AMERICANS WITH ME.

Mr. Vernon Bartlett, whom I shall define later this evening if my time holds out, and I haven’t used it all up on more important items, Mr. Vernon Bartlett has nearly crowned his long and not wholly ambiguous life by writing an intelligent sentence.

He says that England’s position at the peace conference will be PRE CARIOUS. I’ll say it will be precarious. I haven’t an etymological dictionary handy in my hotel bedroom so I don’t know whether “precarious” really springs from a couple of Latin words meaning the state a thing gits into before it goes rotten. The English word is usually used to mean in peril, uncertain. I’ll leave it at that, not go battin’ round for a word like POST CARIUS.

Precarious, in the common sense, I’ll say it will be risky. Just as RISKY as Germany’s was at Versailles. With this difference—that the next peace won’t be made by a pair of kikes, one at each side of the table, or standing behind the stuffed shirts who represent ’em in front of the public.

And the basic aim of the peace will not be Versailles’ basic aim. Namely, to prepare the next war. That’s what Versailles was aimed at, with its daggers and cross lines, its Skodas, its synthetic states. Its gun factories run with Jew money, run on loans, based on money sweated out of the Aryan peoples, sweated out of the farm laborers and industrial workin’ men. Stuck in positions of danger. The next peace will not be based on international lending. Get that for one. And England will certainly have nothing what bloody ever to say about what its terms are. Neither I think will simple hearted Joe Stalin, NOT wholly trusted by the kikery which is his master.

WHY have you got where you are, and where are you? YOU are down under the filth and dung of humanity. You are down under Maisky and Litvinoff, and if human degradation can show anything lower, go fetch it.

LOOK at your masters’ faces! How did you get there, and why is Bartlett in a position to say so? Bartlett is one of the noises, as you will say, not a bad fellow, has many pleasant intentions.

CAN HE AFFECT ’em? He can not. He is a journalist, under the rump of the usury system. Under the rump of the usury system, certain pimps rise into prominence. I noted it first in the economic brothel. Pigou, every time Asquith government wanted a swindle put over, Pigou was expected to fix up the SCIENCE of economics to suit it. A few figures, a few statistical tables. He waren’t quite lively enough, so a confidence man named Keynes was invented.

One of my grave diggers of England, one of the boys that got paid for puttin’ brass knobs on your coffin. Let me stick to three diseases of the Anglo-French-American system. The syphilis, typhus, and tuberculosis of the mercantilist? No, not even mercantilist, the USURY system, with trimmings, not even the medieval, or metal money usury system, now dying out even in India, and giving way to the galloping CARIES of the Anglo-English bank system, that stakes out the old fashioned usurers, and devours even the parasites. Fake economists are one form of the journalist bacillus. Put out in front to lie, and rising on the wings or tin toes of ambition, permitted (on the leash and chain system) to get out in front and holler.

Quoted from one press to another, NOT because they ever print anything useful, or tell the truth, or approach it. They are either men who KNOW NOT, or men who say not, and who put up a word screen, or esCHEW certain issues; who do NOT make revelations. And whose interest even when quoted internationally is NOT due to the INTRINSIC meaning of what they actually say. Their blather IS symptomatic, and is studied and quoted as a symptom of the diseases. And what the Times says indicates one of two things. The Times says what its controllers want said that is basic. Either what its controllers WANT fools to believe, or what a given group of knaves feel they have to admit to keep up credibility. The poor bastids who write it never enjoy what de Gourmont called writer’s sole pleasure. They most of ’em never even get to a mental world in which Gourmont’s concept exists or can enter.

Remy de Gourmont wrote to me in a letter “frankly to write what one thinks, that is the writer’s pleasure.” These duds or prominent journalists,

some infamous, some well intentioned, are of two sorts. The absolute simpletons who believe what they are told by their masters and the absolute

knaves, who are usually part simpleton.

In Keynes’ case, we can take it, I suppose, that he is mostly knave and part simpleton. At any rate he is now at your rudder or near it. Bright spirit, etc. The second microbe of the disease is the son-in-law who is sometimes made by the third sort of pest. Such let us say as M/G A/Q. Shall I name her? Probably not even a whore. In days past William Watson protested, he came very near naming her. Watson protested against the infamies of the Boer war, now forgotten. Already an antique when I got to London. The old boy once taken out of mothballs and roared a few sonnets at us, uncomprehended, what was it all about? Decimation of England was part of it. Three decimations of England. The aristos, the English of English stock, who were killed in the Boer war.

B. Adams, noting England’s decline, AT THAT TIME and her proximate and probably further enfeeblement. Decimation of 1914, the KIND of Englishman, 100% of ENGLAND, that was mowed off in the first three months. Kill ’em off at the top, pogroms start at the bottom and are NEVER so very effective.

Third shot at Dunkirk, with a few nuts and raisins for Maisky. The second disease works on the Queen Esther or Salome method. SONS and nephews rebel. Baldwin’s son stands up to his father. Winston’s nephew gets Winston’s number, and shows himself to be at least a different sort of an ass. Men of the same RACE rebel at a certain moment. Some dirt they refuse to eat. Some kind of dirt they won’t eat even if their own fathers tell ’em to eat it.

Hence son-in-laws are required. And females are needed to get ’em. Marry a little below ’em when a RISING man appears on the horizon, over the tea table. All right take the bitch in question, probably not even a whore. Marries a RISER, and runs him, but does NOT help him. Absolute failure to cooperate, or to MAINTAIN a governing class, to function as one of it. Dévergondage de la guerre, etc., may not even go to bed with the Jews, but plays round, in serious moments. Oh well, let us lay OFF the ladies.

Now for the sons-in-law. That pink haired snot Alex Hamilton was the perfect example. Study his story, half Jew, spritely, a whole box of tricks and a great man with the ladies.

Now how do these sonnie boys RISE? They most certainly are SE LECTED for lack of principle and for pliability and ambition, often for their credulity. But always because they have a certain pliable mechanism, their boosters know HOW they work, know how to work ’em. After a point they can be turned loose, as adjusted wreckers, their own passions will run ’em and run the nation to ruin.

Yes, yes, Mr. Bartlett, the position of England at the Peace, did you say CONFERENCE? The position of England at peace time will be PREcarious if it ain’t rotted already. England has chosen birth control INSTEAD of Eugenics.

You could see that 30 years ago, and then they went to breeding fool- blooded grey hounds and whiffets, not even farm edible farm stock, IN STEAD of trying to make human thoroughbreds.

The so-called example of the race course, horsebreedin’ would have served the English race as a paradigm, but they didn’t use it.

Contraception, killin’ the native stock before it was hatched, instead of BREEDING a population.

Good evening.

One of the jobs I took on way back before half my listerners were off milk diet or out of their diapers was the education of the rising American literature generation as to the contemporary (and anterior) production of French high class writin’. I held, even in my young days, that a nation’s literature has a certain importance.

I also had patriotic motives. I also felt for the stranded young inside America. I clomb out, by fingernails. I only had half a toe hold, but I at least clomb up to whaar one could see what was what on at least the writer’s horizon. American boys wantin’ to write started with 20 or more years as a handicap.

Most of ’em have it still, Gauss down at Princeton for example, doing quite a serious book, careful study, thoughtful but 20 years late in startin’. When I got along to be 40 or 45, I thought I could hand over the job to someone younger.

I think Sam Putnam was ready to take it over, but pore Sam hit an unlikely moment, 1924–25, French writing was pindlin’.

I had already said that after de Gourmont’s death there was no froggie whom I could trust to send in a monthly letter about French contemporary authors: for the Little Review or the DIAL. The French were biologically fixed and they were losin’ the sense of RESPONSIBILITY, intellectual responsibility, only a few elderly blokes like A. Mockel and Valette still it. I mean they didn’t have to think. For them a good book was a good book; and you didn’t argue, you didn’t even have to think that it was your duty to the state to boost a REAL book, and leave the fakes in the discard. And Valette was tired, so tired. Offered me the American rubric, at a time when I had not time to read 40 American dud books and make little notes on ’em. Printed the first criticism of Ulysses (mine) in the Mercure that was published in France. Remy de Gourmont lived in a world in which it was inconceivable that a man would CHANGE his thought or withdraw a line of his writing for ulterior motives.

That was the vanishing world, that was old France. One of Gourmont’s friends, La Marquise de Pierre, had never before seen an American. She looked on me as the representative of Benjamin Franklin. The United States was still the land that Lafayette went to. I went up her stairs and was received as if I had been a flamingo or sortie other rare exotic. That old France is NO longer with us.

Now after my study of the real poets, from Gautier onward, I dropped into Paris in, I think, 1919 and I asked what was doing. And they told me a lot, some of it hooey, but nobody mentioned Cocteau. Only after six weeks did someone say, after I had refused a lot of dog biscuit writing, as NOT what I was lookin’ for, oh, well, there is Cocteau. Just as some years before a Harvard man entered my hail bedroom, if you could call it HALL, and told me about American writing and, when I declined to eat it, he added, oh, well, there is Eliot. I thought the isolation of Jean Cocteau indicated some nastiness on the part of his colleagues, but didn’t notice their stud book.

Jean had his own particular line. Not everyone could be expected to like it, but he was way and by far the BEST poet and best prose writer then livin’ in Paris. Only real criticism of his limits came from Picabia, who had on his own part limits. Curiously enough (details extraneous to my present subject) ten years later the best new writer in Paris was René Crevel. Les Pieds dans le Plat. Have you read it? When he died, I expected to see his contemporaries make a fuss, and lament him. They did NOT.

I had thought by then I could draw back and do my own stuff and leave funeral services and criticism of the young to the new generation. Not a bit of it. After hemmin’ and hawing, and waitin’ I had to lay a wreathe on Crevel. Nigh coincided with the demise of Possum’s Criterion. Well now what was CAUSIN’ this, what was causin’ this state of affairs? YOU tell papa.

I am not, as you might think, indulgin’ merely in retrospect. I am recallin’ these things because I have been readin’ YET AGAIN a French author. Way out above other French authors. Say Cocteau was 1919, and Crevel 1926, and the new man been now writing for just a decade. I hear he is a doctor, been working in Paris suburbs. Seen a bit of reality. Writes without fuzz on his tongue. Prose writer who bursts in[to] poetry, into verse writing. Next time, next time, be the last ONE. Gnrr, gnrr, gnrr, gnrra. Suicide of the Nation.

No fuzz on the blighter’s tongue. Voice of France, as when France was young. Only Sam Putnam I think today will be able to find out a way to say in United States talk what the frog has been tellin’ ’em.

This frog has been telling ’em back in ‘32 of the war to come. It is not only that the FRENCH of Rabelais has come to life again. It is not only that spoken French, the French of the mechanics is at last put down on the page. It is that it takes hold of the page; it is alive on the page.

The dirty old siren mermaid sticking up out of the mud of the Seine, blowsly, boosy, unappetizing, starts tellin’ the author where to git off at, she tells him, he tells her, there is no wasted politeness. There is none of the heaviness that sometimes creeps into Ulysses. None of the aimless search for exaggeration that makes Finnigan’s Wake unimportant. Joyce hit his high in Ulysses. There was still exuberance. In Finnigan he is hunting, he is experimenting with a technique, bourgeois diversion. I haven’t patience to wade through it. Thank God I am not employed to estimate the exact percentage of real metal in low grade ores (no pun intended).

France HAS an author who in 1938 could write, FRANCE HAS NO ALLIES.

That one sentence is enough to establish an author.

Oh yes, the rising American writers, the writers of 1940 to ’50 will STILL have to read a FRENCH author. I mean ANOTHER French author; one not yet in the school books, one no Amy Lowell will bring home in a sachet case.

France stank, and the stink is recorded. It is recorded with a COPIA: whereof probably no frog since Rabelais has been capable. But the copia, the supply of words is an accessory. It is the clear view that makes CÉLINE important.

Yaaas, I am talkin’ of CÉLINE. Last book suppressed I hear in Ole Brother

Pétain’s France. Don’t like the SUBJECT. Some folks don’t like the SUB JECT. Now WHY don’t they like the subject? Céline was all out to save France. I reckon he is still out to pick up the pieces.

Forty million population in France in 1938; 25 million Frenchmen, soon to be a minority. CELINE was tellin’ ’em, and they did NOT listen to Céline. Nacherly Mr. Chamberlain’s friends, and Mr. Eden’s playmates did NOT encourage the publication of Céline. Naturally his work was not welcome in certain quarters. Nevertheless the École des Cadavres had gone into 51 editions by the time the copy before me was printed. His best KNOWN works are Voyage au bout de la Nuit, Mort à Credit, Bagatelles pour un Massacre.

Bonjour, Ferdinand. I don’t hold it my duty any more to run a chronicle of French publications, but I still know a real book when I see one, what ever the contents.

Ferdinand has GOT down to reality, Ferdinand is a writer. Next one will be the last one. Gnrr, gnrrn, gnrrn, gnrr. Suicide of the Nation.

Not only for his copia, his abundance of language. Not only for the force of his prosody, but for the content. You will have to read Céline sometime. The active members of the community will have to BUY their own copies of L’Ecole des Cadavres, not enough to hear me 5 minutes over the air, or dip into a copy at a friend’s house.

I hear one of my ex-editors has been saying, oh, yes, Pound’s talks are all right but they are, what was it, belated. No, he said something different, tardy, was it OUT OF DATE, OUT OF DATE, that was it.

Well damn it, two things. One, if you hadn’t been such mutts you would have heard me (and Céline for that matter) long before now.

Some of you would have THOUGHT about what Ferdinand, L.F. Céline, and the present speaker started saying a long time ago.

I started long before Céline. So far as I can make out, I s’pose he is 15 or 20 years younger than I am. Unless of course he took up his young days doctorin’ in the Paris suburbs and only got round to writin after he had got through with his patients.

He says in one place folks don’t understand him. That is they understand him all wrong. Does this remind you of some of the best Jersey writin’? I translate it from the original,

One constructs little illusions, one thinks one is understood, and then, not a bit of it.… One writes out thousands of prescriptions … one will never know the good that they do.… You have been understood all WRONG, always. If you have written it out in your largest and clearest script and then sung it:

Half a teaspoon full in a cup of tilleul, WARM, at the moment of getting into bed.… The patient, the client, will do it his own way, he will take thirty teaspoons full in a cup of bouillon when he gets OUT of bed and that will cause a horrible scandal and he will come around and blame you … and there will be complications, no end of them.

In all humility, I am telling you these things, that is sure. But I do not pretend to TEACH you anything whatsoever.

About ten years after I left Paris, M. Céline discovered why he left France; being a Frenchman he doesn’t put it that way. But he has, quite amply, noted the biological fixity of the French. He is quite eloquent about the ten years during which Pasteur was kept from reachin’ maximum utility, logic, cartesianism, etc. The difference between boiling instruments 20 minutes and boiling ’em 3 [minutes]. He also notes that he has never found a poor Jew of no importance who speaks evil either of Rothschild OR of the Soviets. The United States may take 20 years more to get to where Céline was ten years ago.

Belated I am belated I am not an alarm clock expected to tell unhearing America, of every first book by a new European author. Especially when I have said things analogous before said author had broken into print. Céline writes with the clarity of R. de Gourmont: he is a great writer. The search for reality leads men of different races to similar quite private discoveries. In fact, that is the basis of science, which relativity tries to destroy. Céline denies that there is ANY fundamental and irremediable hate between the French and the Germans. It was my own conclusion after four years in Paris. Hence of course Mr. Roosevelt’s determination to starve the French in unoccupied France Hence the opposition to Herbert Hoover sending Horlick’s milk or whatever to babies in Europe.

Céline noted that his compatriots are biologically fixed, or static and tend to disappear en masse. Well, Kokka, the ex-Russian General Staff officer agreed with me on that point years ago Biological fixes In 1938 he was writing and printing: the DEMOCRATS want the WAR. The democ will finally get it.

I came back to America the spring after that date to say that there was a force INSIDE the United States that was not only trying to bust up the Monroe Doctrine, not only trying to betray our tradition of keeping out of the European mess, but trying to start a war IN ORDER to get America into it. Ferdinand, the Céline, not the Bull, yaas, you said a mouthful. And France did not hear you.

I am no prophet of doom. The democracies WANTED the war. That is, the satraps were hell bent on startin’ it, and their slaves GOT it. Right on the old cervix, right on the cervical column, when the hen got it.

One by one; Czechoslovakia, born says M. Céline in Paris. M. Céline is quite good on Benes [?].Why laugh, you got Litvinov in Washington, and Maisky is over in London. Why think you have anything on the Frenchmen. Certain of your own writers have told you. Told you the melting pot theory is EXPLODED. Mr. Zangwill invented the term; he was gauche, he was pathetic. But the word had a career. The idea was tempting. So was the old Yankee idea of trying a woman of every nation, or of as many as possible.

What’s wrong with halfbreeds7 Do you know one of ’em who don’t suffer sometimes from cleverness, that don’t quite come solid, sometimes from a peculiar sort of stoppage INSIDE the head, leadin’ to a kind of sense of frustration?

For 60 years mankind has been experimentin’ on guinea pigs. All sorts of experiments. Seems fairly clear that you fix a breed by LIMITING the amount of alien infiltration. You make a race by homogeneity and by avoiding INbreeding. The wisdom of China long ago ruled out inbreedin’. The hundred names, no man to marry a woman of his own name, that was a barrier on the one side.

Céline has got down to the other. The next move, the next world movement is a move toward the production of thoroughbreds. Think it over. That idea is a risin’. Means no hardship to anyone. It is eugenic. No argument has ever been sprouted against it. You like it in dogs and horses. One would think the human race was worth as much attention as the British fanciers give to whiffets.

Albert Londres had a hunch that the French ought to try it on blacks in their Africa. He hated to see the Africans going rotten, covered with scabs in French colonies. Céline thinks it would be useful to use that much sense on Frenchmen. So I suppose Admiral Leahy, or whatever Layafettist [?], is over there at Vichy trying to blackmail Pétain, will be trying to git ALL Céline’s books forbidden or pinched in the UNOCCUPIED parts of French territory.

Oh, it’s a lovely world, as Candide has told us, all that is, is the best possible.

Mebbe in time the American college boys will gil ‘round to reading me or Céline or some of the Livin’ authors. BUT don’t git to thinking that, just because the Clipper ships carry so little NEWS, that there is NOTHING being written in Europe. Ole Europe is still here on the continent. Josh Twostep, Josher Dos Passos hasn’t succeeded in persuadin’ Europe that times like these are times in which the writer should lay off writin’.

Times like these are times when a writer should git down to bedrock and talk without fuzz on his tongue. Céline does that all right enough. Time to read Céline for the simple truths that stand there in his writing, expressed with perfect lucidity—and simplicity. You may be a bit late in startin’.

A great writer is one whose straight simple phrases stick in the memory.

The propaganda for free speech in Britain (listlessly elegiac, retrospective) r sounds as follows: “The murderer stole my watch but his wife told him not to. We have free speech in this family.” That is how it sounds HERE. No one denies that free speech is a fine old British tradition. One complains that it is a moth-eaten tradition: a shadow with small present substance. The series of outrages committed by British governments in the past. Chesapeaken Leopard, etc. are in history. That Bright protested, etc. during the United States Civil War, is in history.

What the B.B.C. does NOT care to admit is the profound resemblance between England’s divide et impera during our United States Civil War, and her policy on the continent of Europe.

All of which is most keenly analyzed in Mein Kampf, a book as slandered in England and as much obscured by press mud as any other.

It is the points to WHICH British free speech does not APPLY that we want to hear about. Free speech has been cornered. We complain that the British press was rotten, and had been for over a century. My memory goes back considerably further than Mr. Bridson’s, whatever Winnie said in 1936: I can match it. I remember the pavements of London “WE WANT EIGHT” back before the other war started.

Winston was allus shoutin’ for gun sales, high pressure salesmanship of blood, cannon, and slaughter. BUT at the same time upholdin’ a usury system which made it impossible to deliver the cannon. Hence bringing slaughter on Europe.

It is not the question of British chauvinism, but the mixture of chauvinism and absolute utter dishonesty, and a refusal to look at the economic causes of war that disgusts the foreign observer. That some Englishmen dislike being betrayed needs no argument. That the English people did NOT desire the war needs no argument. The point is they kept on having governments that insisted on having a war. The British people are NOT represent ed. The B.B.C. may run a very good (up to a point) retrospect about Free Speech in England. BUT to couple that with the unholy alliance with Russia does not convince the opponent of England’s bona fide, rather of idiocy and dishonesty.

Kumrad Maisky’s FACE, like the hindend of a pig, for example. WHY does England suppose that Kumrad Maisky will hesitate any longer about bumping off George VI and Elizabeth, than his pals did about killin’ the Czar, with Temple of Canterbury sayin’ the blessin’? No, Temple is a prize comic, possibly Lang WOULD have pronounced an Episcopal benediction? Temple don’t, I think, mean any harm, just fat headed.

Rhetoric about “our representatives in Parliament” is NOT the point. The point is your Parliament does NOT represent you. That is the syndicalist complaint against Parliaments in the old rotten borough or disguised rotten bank-borough form.

Every CONstructive measure proposed to camouflage the iniquity of your usuries is a slavish copy of the corporate state.

BUT without the corporate structure, just patchin’, and NOT hitting for the main evil. Money is admitted by at least one B.B.C. yapper to be a financial label. But interest? When does that occur properly? And WHO fixes the label, and in whose interests? And IS there a Jewish problem?

Perhaps, along with Carlyle’s love for his wife, and the fine old husky sailor voices telling of the Chesapeake and the Leopard, there might be a historic sketch of the Jews and Noll Crummwell, and a FEW probes into the WHY of the present struggle, and the REFUSALS to cooperate with the civilized world, and the hook-up with Russia.

Does the Bolshevic government stand for the best English traditions: free speech, and no taxation without representation?

Fat lot of representation your tax payers have had in this budget. Though I dare say they have been by now so hog swoggled by propaganda, appeals to their finest feeling, that they are ready to murder their children and grandmas in the cause of 60% on real deposits. And a perfect fury of abuse and hysteria when some Frenchman opens a book of geography and discovers what was long since known to Theophile Gautier, namely that France is a part of Europe. ON THE MAP, geographically, France is a PART of Europe, and her sanity and welfare would consist IN functioning as PART of Europe.

Preferably a Frenchman, not a half nigger, half Jew bridged head of Anglo-Judaea. Some idea, that is the GEOGRAPHIC idea, may someday enter England. But no signs of British desire to collaborate in a new order have yet emerged from the British Bleat Corps halls of transmission.

Divide et impera. I dunno who translated Mein Kampf into English. Here Bompiani or someone had an idea, and stroke of genius, and printed the second half first, so Italian readers, some of ’em, came straight on the program, constructive program, health, responsibility, personal, and a study of history. Elsewhere in the book, you can see Hitler (if you have

YET begun to develop an interest in that opponent of your infamies: you can see Hitler thinking about the evils of having Innthal, valley of the Inn, cut off from the rest of the German Volk. You can see him, figgerin’ out for Germany, what a few Americans figured out for the United States of America. Divide et impera.

Of course, you are gittin’ divided for the same old Sassoon [who is] wantin’ U.S. farm boys to squeeze interest out of the Hindoos, now that T. Atkins is getting scarcer.

The rest of the world is tired, bloody well TIRED of having Chesapeakes and RESULTS: accompanied by Mrs. Burglar Bill tellin’ Bill not to do it. Yes, some British protested against chattel slavery. The wheeze, the BANK wheeze, now KNOWN, and recorded in history, being that wage slavery was CHEAPER, that LESS responsibility devolved on the OWNERS (alias employers) of wage slaves than on the owners of black slaves, who had to feed ’em to keep up their workin’ potential. ALL that is HISTORY.

The world, especially Europe, is tired, tired, and the English stock, the part of the English RACE in the colonies was tired from 1750 onward of being sanctioned, of having their OWN money censored. Sanctioned, forbidden—their AUTARCHY, such as it was, sabotaged, their prosperity sabotaged by a kike gang or a sub-kike or super-gang of grafters and monopolists, headquarters in London.

And YOU will, I ‘spose, get your karma, your contrapasso when the head office shifts from Last Cheape, and Thredbobbin Alley over to Wall , Street with Wailing included. Shama Yssrael, the one true fatherland is the pawn shop.

Why take that INTO your so very [valued] tradition. Beatin’ your breasts. Give us a nut to crack and God can crack it. As for the people, one of your own living poets has beaten his hairy breast as follows:

There is this very uncurious mixture in British propaganda. The wailing wall, AND the reminiscence, the old lavender, the Spanish Armada, etc. The TRADITIONS, the better of which 20 years of British politics have done so little to maintain.

You can’t expect me to stenograph all your noises. [I’d] go out of my head when I wake up the next morning in a country that asks RESULTS and about which YOU apparently know very little.

Why, for example, should Hitler and Mussolini who have been through a great deal more than I have, who have been thru a great deal I have not, endured hardships I have not, why should they be scared by Mr. Hull, Mr. C. Hull or Eden, when these stiffed effigies can’t even scare ME?

Why all this talk of the German Staff regardin’ with fear and trembling the arrival of a few motor boats at Le Portel, or wherever, the 33 or what ever out of the 50 or whatever remained with their ammunition; pore devils? TO take England’s MIND OFF England’s business, the business she OUGHT to have been minding and HOW, since 1919, since Versailles defrauded Italy.

Two topics that I have rarely touched in these conversations—Germany and Lord Tennyson.

And of Tennyson I now quote but a verse and a fragment.

“Shall come to fight with phantoms and to fall” (maybe it was fail). I haven’t been readin’ Tennyson lately, but that much sticks in my head from the Idyls.

“Shall come to fight with phantoms and to fall.” I guess it was fall. Take it as prophecy. And the phantom that the Anglo-Jew world is fighting, or that the Anglo-American is fighting, a Jew usurer instigation, is the German PHANTOM, NOT the reality. And that phantom has been built out of lies, till the pious and kindly American, and simple hearted British boob BY the million believe it, see it, hear it. And FAIL to grasp or to face the reality.

Now I almost never talk of Germany because I have seen very little of Germany. Ole Ford toted me ‘round about Hessen Darmstadt in 1911, tellin’ me what a fine country was Germany. Then he wrote When Blood is their Argument. Since then I have been to Vienna and to Frankfurt for Antheil’s opry, and passed thru Munich and from Wien I went up to Wörgl. And as the young can’t be expected to know my past history I ‘spose I got to preface it.

That I was interested in CIVILIZATION from the age of 12 when I first saw Venice. Venice looked good to me. Anyhow, I came to Europe to git kulchur all right, and to a great extent got it. Started in U. Penn. at 15 to FIND out what had been written, and what was the BEST of it, in as many languages as I could gil under my occiput; to KNOW what the real thing was. And thence to HISTORY and economics. To SEE what was going on in the world TODAY, as I needed it in my business, my business being WRITIN’, and an Epic being a container of HISTORY.

Of course you need music to understand real versification. But comin’ from a duck-board country, I was interested in LATIN order. Order in stone work, in paintin’, Adamo me fecit. S. Zeno Verona, architect had cut that column by HAND, by his own hand, want INTEGRAL, totalitarian interest in the job of buildin’ S. Zeno. Church of S. Zeno. I liked Quattro cento paintin’. P. Uccello. First freshman theme, I wrote was on Paulo Uccello, picture in Louvre I reckon.

Anyhow, apart from Von der Vogelweide, old Schnitz Brandt lettin’ me jump the prose and come to the osses, the poetry, medieval German poetry, in 1904 or 5. I didn’t much cotton to German literature, in cf. with the Mediterranean. Dante, Villon, provençal Canzoni writers; anyhow, I didn’t cotton to German literature. And then philology, ERROR of old German university system got my goat. And I laid off readin’ German till I hit Leo Frobenius.

Also being in England 12 years, I certainly saw the last war from the Lon don angle. Lump in my throat when I heard even in this one, that Vimy Ridge had been taken. I could take all the rest of it but, when I heard Vimy was taken, that was a tough one. BUT JUSTICE IS JUSTICE. And lies are a poor Ersatz for justice. And as to LYING I reckon Hitler has been lied about more than any man livin’ except Mussolini.

Now re Mussolini. I KNOW they are lyin’. I[’v] been here 17 years and I have known for 17 years they were lyin’. Lies and threats against Italy, after the Versailles cheatin’. That offense to humanity, Robert Mond, threatenin’ Mussolini. Waal, it used to be said in London that Alfred looked like one end of a pig, and that Robert Mond looked like the other. And the FORM certainly did show the spirit inside ’em. I believe the younger generation felt it, and has had a lurch over toward honesty. But he sure has heredity workin’ against him. And a Jew who wants to run honest certainly ain’t chosen a bed of roses. Sure, some Jews aspire to honesty, kindly impulses, gestures of opulence. But gawd help ’em. And God save humanity FROM them.

Well, very few real reports about Germany have got into English or American circulation. I doubt if many of ’em have got into second editions. So when I contradict lies about Germany, my ground is limited. I have one or two fragmentary first hand reports. I have PRINTED data.

Now when I was doing my job on Sig. Malatesta I came to the conclusion that DOCUMENTS, personal letters and what not, PROVED ONE THING:

A letter PROVES what the bloke who wrote it wanted the receiver to believe ON the day he wrote it. The rest of history has to be derived from computation. IF documents DISAPPEAR with remarkable coincidence, say reports of an event in February in 1424, there was something someone was trying to KEEP from the public. ‘Specially if the despatches for a particular day disappear from six archives simultaneous, and so weiter.

Well I know the Times, Telegraph, N.Y. Post and all the damn kikery also kiker Archibishopery of England, LIED about Italy. And I know f rpm first hand that facts about Germany did NOT git much anglo-yanko publicity. And I keep off guess work when writin’ my history. That is, I separate guess work from SOLIDS. And a solid is, for example, that a certain idea was PRINTED on a given day. And I do NOT assert things to be so from readin’ translations till I have seen the originals. That is, I treat translations as translations. And not having read the English version of Mein Kampf I will not discuss it. That book was translated into Italian and printed in 1933 (yaas, a delay, not an immediate publication) and Bompiani had [a] coup de genie, published the second half first, so the Italian public had chance to GET the program clear and at the start. And I affirm that there has for years been the most God damned ignorance and misapprehension of that program in England and America.

I myself had only a vague idea. I wasn’t intent on Germany. I had my job with my writin’, and my recordin’ of ITALY. Trying to git things straight. I could see it was GOOD here in Italy. I said it was the ONE inch of solid ground. That’s why I came here. ONE inch of solid earth where a man could see straight and write it; could buck the international money swine and NOT disappear altogether. And I reckoned in a general way that Germany etc. etc. NOT till the time of Sanctions did I begin to consider Germany from a new angle. Up till then I had drifted on, pretty much in the old 1914 view that Germany ought to be etc., etc.

APART, that is, from my view of Drang nach Osten. Germany, natural civilizer of Russia, ought to keep western edge of Europe at level of civilization and amenity already reached, at least that. And let Germany go East leaving the old balance of power. Not till I was settin’ by the bandstand, or standin’ and I heard “forse con mciggiorgiustizia,” voice on the radio, givin’ a survey of Europe, did I begin to wonder: Well, maybe. I was behindhand in readin’ Mein Kampf, but do you YET know what is IN it? Have you a clear idea of the PROGRAM? Hitler in 1924 saying that Germany ought to lay off the Tyrol, ought to SEE Italy. See Italy Fascist as the ONE ray of light in a world that was going to sunset, sinking. Just as I saw it as the ONE inch of SOLID basis. Well, Brother Adolf did do something about it, while I was lookin’ and listenin’. An’ I hand it to him that he is more efficient than lam.

Now what were, and are the THREE planks of the Hitler program as set forth in the opening of La Mia Battaglia, Italian translation of second half of Mein Kampf?

First, HEALTH, health of the race. Now every American (or Englander of my generation or of that before or after my generation) knew and knows that we were up against the problem of “be a SLAVE or not breeding.” Any man not born rich in our time KNEW he had to mate late. Breed LATE, and breed few, or else go into slavery. Mr. Curtis Moffit said to me that he saw what would happen if he was a good boy, so he decided on badness. Said he would be a BAD boy, and float on the TOP of the current. Waal, I landed in Europe, as my incipient biographers have stated, with justice, with 80 bucks, American dollars (pre-Morgenthau) in my clothin’ and that led me to a practical view of some problems. As to the Hitler program, it was (what we ALL knew, and did nothing about, namely) that the breedin’ of human beings deserves MORE care and attention than the breedin’ of horses and wiffetts, or even the breedin’ of sheep, goat, and the larger livestock. That is point ONE of the NAZI program. Breed GOOD, and preserve the race. Breed thorough, that is for thoroughbreds, conserve the BEST of the race. Conserve the best elements. That means EUGENICS: as opposed to race suicide. And it did not and does NOT please the Talmudic Jews who want to kill off ALL the other races whom they can not subjugate; and drive down what he thinks [ is doin’, his USF to his race or nation consists in seeing the OBJECT and writin’ down what he sees, and not falsifying his record.

SECONDLY, what is the second point of the Hitler program? Personal responsibility. A political system in which you can’t pass the buck. Very unpleasant for hired M.P.’s DEBTORS (Jews, butter-and-egg-men fakers like Wendell Willkie, and M.P. congressmen, etc.). Financed by Jews and put in the legislatures to defraud the people in usurer’s interests and kept there by bank money who can be on committees, and always, always avoid ALL responsibility for swindling laws. Such as was the demonetization of silver [in] 1873, the sale of the country in 1863. The Federal Reserve System, and its infamous workings, making the people pay two dollars for every one dollar spent by the government. Hitler, having seen the Jew puke in the German democracy, was out for responsibility, government officials etc. to be RESPONSIBLE for their acts. MOST unpleasant for Monds, War burgs, invisible de facto Jew governments.

And the THIRD point was a STUDY of history. To look at the history. Waaal, now WHAT program does this CONTRADICT? I ask you, if you are such low down and gol darn suckers, or such British blockheads, or such unfathomable and irredeemable IGNORAMI, as NOT to know what program this contradicts, there is not a great deal of hope for your posterity. I may tell you someday where the opposing program is found, if you are too weak-kneed and puny to trace it. And when you, or if you do trace it, you may see why the stick screen was erected, and why people began to speak evil of Hitler. As to who spake and speaks evil of Hitler, we will someday go into that also.

I have to go on tryin’ to tell you. And I now tell you that your Mr. Cummings is a very great writer, I tell you he follows H. James, and Thoreau, and Whitman. I tell you he is the most intelligent man in America.

If that is an earful, TAKE it. I don’t know what is to become of our educated intelligentsia, or whatever. An American, fullblooded American, writes a book in every way as BIG as the Apes of God or Ulysses. It gets some attention, it does not get nearly enough. You make a contribution to the world literature of tomorrow, and you pay very little attention to what happens right thaar under your noses.

I told you once before that this book [ Cummings’ inspection of Russia makes a trilogy of big books, along with those of Joyce and of Wyndham Lewis, with Ulysses and Lewis’s APES, Apes of God by ole Wyndham Lewis, also like Mr. Cummings a painter. That fact has its bearin’.

Both of ’em used to USING their eyes. Use of the eye assists human beings in making direct observations. I am not up to comparin’ their painting, I know very little of Mr. Cumming’s painting, save I saw one bit that had UGH! I am talkin’ now of his writing. And in comparin’ EIMI, or AMI or however your different Greek professors tell you to pronounce it, with the other two volumes, I say, or mebbe repeat that Joyce was writin’ in retrospect. Ulysses dishes up the capitalist situation, the HELL made in great cities by the usury system. That is a limit. Not a very new point of view about anything.

Well I dunno as Ole Wyndham’s Apes had a very new point of view either. Rowlandson, Fielding, Hogarth, all might have seen that boil on old England’s neck from similar standpoint. Irish, English, and America, Joyce had no philosophy. Gasps from his chapel parishioners, Joyce had some ruck end of theology and a VERY conventional outlook. Lewis had philosophic views.

I nacherly never agreed with either of’ ’em about much of anything. I agree with my compatriot or ex-compatriot, Mr. Cummings, a very great deal. But not wholly. I back up damn near anything Mr. Cummings has said or will say. I have to think back after having reread him, I have to think back and wonder, now just what was it that I wanted to ask him, where was it I wanted him to go on a bit further.

Lewis’ limit in that particular hefty volume, inhered in his subject, he was doing the carbuncle on Johnnie Bull’s neck. Cummings, followin’ ole Hen. James, was doing all Russia, and doing it in the Jamesian sense, that he was constantly comparing that nation, or state of existence with the American state of existence, with a peripheric view of countries adjacent.

Oh, yes, e. estlin was a carryin’ on from his forebears, both James and Thoreau, and I repeat it, [from] Whitman. That just unfinish, on certain pages, that weak spot, or what seems a weak spot to the European. Mebbe three or four paragraphs that I as professor would probably cross out of his manuscript, or would have crossed out, and said, here bo’, you rewrite this, 432 or 431 pages. I should have been much more severe on Flaubert. How is the book greater than Joyce’s volume, or than Lewis’s Apes? If we must use this terminology or why do I like it better, if I do like it better. Or say why does it come easier to me, I am hoistin’ up over questions of technique, Cummings’ neologism, his punctuation. Well I am American. I perceive his technique, which Jefferson, Tom Jefferson, would have justified; which is justified by the measure Jefferson applied to neologism. Namely, new words justified when NECESSARY to express a new meaning. A great deal of Joyce was NOT new, and a great deal was needless, was in the do main of experiment, colors being mixed on a palette. Lewis needed his emphasis, often as EMPHASIS, not merely as meaning save insofar as emphasis is part of meaning, which is not always.

Cummings I believe needed EVERY single split word to say what he was saying. In no other way could he have registered Russia, 1931, and it was a very great registration. Also you might now take it as psychic and warnin’. Ulysses was not a warning. It was a certificate of demise. The Apes of God, was, and HOW a warning, unheeded. There is still time for the U.S.A. to read Mr. Cummings before worse things happen, I mean happen TO YOU.

Now in part Mr. Cummings teaches a doctrine which is very ably condensed (dichten, condensare; to write poetry is to CONDENSE), Mr. Cummings teaches a truth which a contemporary German author has stated quite clearly, as follows:

What we are used to call public opinion is based only in very small part on per sonal experience or indeed on the experience of particular persons or indeed on the knowledge of individual voters, but for the most part on a collective representation (collective picture) which brings about in a strangely obstinate and insistent way a so called process of clarification of the problems.

Now the USE of a great writer to his RACE is due precisely to his having PERSONAL direct perception, and puttin’ in down on paper. Don’t matter what he thinks [he] is doin’, his USE to race or nation consists in seeing the OBJECT and writin’ down what he sees, and not falsifying his record.

Mebbe by an’ by afterwards that word photo, that diagram, that TRUE diagram can serve to enlighten his people. Don’t forget they are HIS people as they will never be the people of any member of Congress.

And Mr. Cummings went, unbelievably, he might now say, went down into hell, alias Soviet Russia. And you are now allied to Soviet Russia. A thing estlin cummings certainly never thought of when he was writin’ his ami or eimi which, as byproduct, the American people, you American folks MIGHT now use for your OWN gettin’ enlightened. I’m tellin’ you. Apart from the joy of readin’ a great American book, IF you read it slowly, it might be of practical use.

I once had a kike friend who had a theory about poetry, namely, that no one ever read ALL the words on a page. It didn’t, that theory didn’t lead him to making his poetry quite satisfactory, but as theory it may also serve to enlighten you.

Now Mr. Cummings writes PROSE, whereof every word tells its story. And I myself made an error first time I tried to read him. Tried to read him too fast, got impatient. No use approachin’ him that way. Got to read slow. More on one page than on two pages of most other authors, so you get as much in three minutes readin’ him slow, as you do to readin’ Josh Passos faster, or readin’ Wilder at ten pages a minute. You CAN skip in some authors, you cannot in Cummings skip one word on page ten without maybe losin’ the bearin’ of what he is saying elsewhere. Go at him slowly.

Second point is his parenthesis, are his parentheses. Well old Henry James worried his European readers to death by his parentheses. They are an American habit, they mean something to us and for us as Americans. They mean something more than the one track mind. But they do NOT imply deviation or lack of direction. They are a desperate attempt, no not an attempt, a DEVICE, to avoid leaving out something NEEDED, some part of the statement needed to set down, to register the direction, and meaning.

Well, Cummings said a whole mouthful; he said a bookful. Was out above the glooms of Ulysses, and the factor of Lewis top hole in London. There is in Cummings what the Chinese say with an ideogram. Ideogram that I have translated as candid. I don’t much hold with Mr. Legge’s translation of that sign, though it means what he says in the context wherefrom he was translatin’ it. He translated it: devoid of principles, passage in Confucius about lawyer making speeches in court with NO reference to rights, fairness of justice, just spoutin’ their rhetoric in the hope of a decision. The ideogram is worth more than is to be said in that context. It is made up of two signs, + [and] negative; sign for heart, sign for AZURE: meanin’ a man who has no open sky in his heart. [In the positive] meanin’ azure hearted, or candid. Here comes in Thoreau, here comes in Silver Lake in Mr. Cummings’ composition. BUT herewith stays also Mr. Cummings’ text, like that German statement about direct sight or perception. [FCC transcript: That sign heart and azure man with his sky in heart is a sign for Amencans. I hope you won’t lose it. As to the direct vision, that is the painter’s genius, it is the genius of Cummings. Few men could have gone into Russia and not be beaten by ideology.

Now what do you know of Russia? If you are studious, you know what you read in— —and the— —for example, and— —you have learned from, etc., but since then what record? There is one record available in both American and English readers today, namely, that made by E.E. Cummings. It may be too late for you really to use it, but you want to live also to morrow, perhaps not. At any rate, if you want to live, even today, you better read it. You better learn what Roosevelt and Atlee and Cripps are importing into America, into England, and what has already been dumped into America, with the horse of a— —shock troops, bubolic plague in the— —. Whether America, whether the American heritage was an invasion, what invasions in person in the— —Bolshevised immigrants. What racial invasion, what invasions of American ideology? Not only from Russia, there are Dr. Freud’s imported stinks, not a Slavic invasion, or not a Slavic invasion only— —. And the azure hearts of America threaten, and how, oh, yes, threaten the New England heritage (present).

I emphasized this book among other things because you have so few books available, and what you have are in part unhandy. You won’t read John Adams’ ten volumes, they aren’t handy. You have not read Brooks Adams, you could read him.]

Some of you have a vague suspicion as to what controls your press and your radio. Few have any concept of what runs your university endow ments. Most of ’em generous, most of ’em honest in intention, partly from vanity, from sense of magnificence, from desire to hand some of it back. The magnanimity is in most cases unquestioned, but the OVERHEAD and the effects of overhead were not thought of.

Even the Academy of Social and Political Science circulatin’ Jew propaganda: probably in utter unconsciousness of what they are up to. The ACCEPTANCE, supine, groveling, half witted, in sense of half conscious, or wholly unconscious, of the SUPPRESSIONS. The idea that the boss is dumb, that a radio company is CONTROLLED by a filthy sub-Zukor. A whole generation, or two gents accepting that sort of suppression, while listening to blah about democracy, freedom, baloney.

You don’t YET know what Hitler has written, let alone what Mussolini has written. You WON’T read the works of the men who MADE the American nation. You don’t read Hollis’ Two Nations. Well damn you, read Cummings if you won’t read Brooks Adams, or better read both of ’em and try to find out what has been done to you. What is being done to you, conducive to material, spiritual, and intellectual RUIN.

On a bright Sunday morning, recently, after listening to the London Brain Trust, I turned the button to Rome and was regaled by the statement “Abbiamo trasmesso un programma di musica varia,” meaning we have transmitted a program of mixed music. Than which no comment conscious or unconscious could have been more apt.

Yes, I now listen to your Brain Trust’s polyphonic obligatin’ abd[?] you have there your British best: and it does you good, I mean it, to some extent, redeems England’s prestige and makes up for other B.B.C. trans missions as, for example, the crass imbecilities emitted about Japan by some [uninformed] unformed Pittecanthropus.

The Brain Trust indeed now skirts gingerly on the edge of several of almost my questions: BUT does not face them and CONtinues, possibly involuntary falsifications of diverse issues.

I have spoken before of Mr. Bridson’s very able skit or whatever you call it, radio dialog dramedy or whatever on free speech.

Well the point for all Europe is that Free Speech is merely a concom mitant of crime, injustice, infamy, or worse, if it be used as a mere diversion, a mere camouflage and mere flapping of a cloth to GET THE auditors MIND off the FACTS; [it] is NOT a passport to the world’s universal esteem.

It is a fine old, that is, it is IN ITSELF a fine thing UNDER some circum stances. It is fine to protest against wrong and injustice. BUT NOT if that protest is used merely or mainly to cover some greater evil, some greater injustice.

Now England has a guilty conscience. You may as well face THAT issue. Mr. Bridson wisely admitted a number of England’s past crimes. He did NOT quite face England’s present crimes and evasions.

The attempts against the American colonies, the press campaign against Lincoln, the list of England’s past crimes is a long one. BUT Britain, France, Spain still fail to MENTION what was possibly the MAIN cause of the American Revolution, namely, the suppression of Pennsylvania colony paper money (and to almost a Gesellite system), in 1750.

Suppressed in 1750. Usury you keep off of; the interest problem, problem of WHEN is it just to receive annual payment on invested capital is NOT yet in the brain trust’s repertoire. I think .it was a certain Ingram who pussyfooted all round it.

I am beginning to have a certain respect for the Brain Trust. At least England is still the INTELLECTUAL capital of the anti-Axis forces, even if England’s power and Jewry have shifted their center. The U.S. is still being a colony mentally.

BUT England’s CRIME on the intellectual plane is OPEN and flagrant. You have not admitted and do not admit, and among people presumably as EDUCATED as some of the brain trust members (despite the funny grammar used in their conversations at sudden moment) among such representatives of England, top drawer intellects, it is flagrant and shameful—such non admission is.

Now the Brain Trust ought to know that Europe has committed in the past several feats of PEDAGOGY and is STILL [teaching England. Despite all your guns, cannons and bombardment of] French civilians, England is STILL learning from Europe willy-nilly, and mostly nilly. BUT practically ALL the new measures [of which] you boast are TAKEN from Fascism. You have cursed, sworn, lied, etc. about fascism and now in moments of trial you BOAST, and the few things you say with a clear voice and conviction are all on this line. You take over one Fascist measure after another and then pretend that your quarrel with Europe is only with regimes, not with the total population of Europe. You are intellectually dishonest in your refusal to recognize the great gifts which Rome for centuries and which Germany since the days of Holbein has given to England and you turn on the bloody Russian savagery to smash the whole of European civilization and you get out the pig-ended Maisky to boast of how much is to be included in the smashing.

Your very name Trust meaning in current terms Monopoly is an unconscious assertion of imbecility and pretentious. You probably think you have the monopoly and you most certainly haven’t. You are so purse-proud and, what is worse, head-proud that you see no intellect outside the circle of your own interests. And you will pay for it. You will pay for your high horsey presumption as there is justice or as in the physical world there is a law of reaction in relation to action. You have overweaned.

Free speech, as I have said, is NO universal passport. Not if it follows free lying, and skillfully directed lying and mean innuendo. Your anti- German propaganda is mostly mean innuendo. Italy has had so much of that from you that this rather strengthens the Axis bonds. Too many nations have had the same treatment from England not to recognize the symptoms. Laval is getting it now and that might convert several former sufferers who otherwise would not have felt any sympathy for him.

As to the meanness of some of the Jewish voices from London, speaking in foreign tongues, I don’t ’spose the Brain Trust notices THAT. Who in deed are they to take note of the foreign tongues in their Babel, of the foreign sounds squirming OUT from their Babel? Gnossi seauton, slight con fusion, perhaps between goosing and gnossing. Yaas, I know, I occasionally put over a mean one. In the war of nerves I am right out on the point, I am takin’ it.

You, maybe, can bust me. Keep on a tryin’. Perfect peace, down in Canterbuggy cathedral? BUT YOU are learning from Italy. I don’t think you have yet started on Germany, I mean learning from Germany. And as to Japan, that I suppose will be relegated to the School of Oriental Languages in East London, or wherever Ole Sir Dennison put it. “1 inquired of the ostrich. Why did you swallow that wrist watch,” etc.? Alleged portrait of England. A great man for foolin’ was Dennison.

Your Brain Trust runs up all ‘round the world, even learns geographic facts about Texas, get water from mountain springs, and the rest of it. Some of ’em must know that there is a place called the ORIENT. Now apparently takin’ care of itself. That’s not my subject, not for the moment. Now needed is to get you English to understand that there IS, yes IS, a place called Europe, a continent, and that you OWE something to European civilization, vastly more than you owe to the Warburgs and other holders of Anglo-Israels’ I.O.U.’s. And that debt you have NO present intention to recognize. In fact, you have called in the bloody baboons from the Urals to beat up, and if possible to kill off your creditor.

AND the creditor is OBJECTING and has a bloody good RIGHT to object; and no amount of freely spoken objections on your part, freely opened Into, and most skillfully and on 20 wavelengths thunderously emitted in all the known languages of five continents, are going to break down the BASIC case against England. May break up England, she may break up herself. But there remains the basic injustice, and the whole series of lies used to cover it, used to distract world attention from the basic JUST claims of your opponents.

I won’t even say enemies. I have seen very little real enmity. I have seen determination toward justice.

The illusion of British gentleness was strong. The prestige of Glad stone’s humanitarianism was so great that many Europeans still rub their eyes and say: can this EVIL be England? And that amazement you have tried to exploit, with your persisting lies about the feelings of Europe.

No one attacked your free speech. You set up a Jew government ir Germany and the Germans HAD to get rid of it, or die. You behaved with crass injustice to Italy and the Italians woke up and reacted, until I hear from my best tempered friend on a tennis court—might have been while your ex-emperor was playin’ golf on the other side of the bushes, but I reckon it was a month or so later—gli inglesi sono porci. Pigs: the English are porci PIGS, or the dog in the manger.

I take it the Duce has seen some rough stuff in his time, but I think ONE thing in his later life has surprised him, and that was the sheer selfishness and meanness of England.

I am not speakin’ officially, I haven’t had anything to go by save my own intuition, and whatever evidence is open to anyone. NOT one syllable has come out of England during the past two years or three years, to show that England has one iota of consciousness that human beings can be other than English, that there are human beings in Europe, endowed by nature with rights equal to those of sentient human beings. What has the TRUST or monopoly of your brains got to answer to that indictment? For God’s sake, LOOK at the parallels.

As to Anglo Jewry, that is YOUR problem. But as to parallels, as to PERSISTENCE in the same kinds of criminal action, AFTER, for decades, almost centuries, AFTER your Wilkeses and Burkes and Bradlaws have free- speaking PROTESTED against this or that infamy, what is your Brain Trust’s answer?

One man, or hero, protests, England does evil. She loosens the red savages against her own kinsmen. She loosens Russia on Finland and Rumania. And if she proposes now, as she did in the 18th century, to crush a high civilization by an incursion of savages. The leopard stays spotty. England helped to protract the Civil War in America till the South was crushed and the U.S. NEVER recovered: except on the plane of material products.

The U.S. NEVER got back to the level of economic justice she had, kept on fighting for UP till the Civil War. The documents were mislaid or hidden. It is only recently we have begun to get at the facts, facts of the great betrayal, the sell out to London Jewry. -

And if you think you are paying [for] your sin, LOOK to it, for the contrapasso, the kharma, is now in function. As the U.S. was sold to your Jews, you are now in the process of being auctioned, heirs of the same busi ness houses, or of the same USURY system. Offices now in New York.

Will the Brain Trust look into this history? Will they observe that Americans will some day come to see what England has now tried on Italy and on Germany? And to UNDERSTAND it by precedents in England’s treatment of them, treatment of the American colonies, and of the U.S. divided by the war of secession, and by the DEBT period that followed that brotherly slaughter?

Possibly the Brain Trust does not mean to exist ONLY in the dimension of the evasions? Mr. Bridson, being younger, possibly errs merely from lack of full information. Your out-in-front man offered you tears and blood. That’s O.K. if you like it. But why expect Europe, and two thirds of Asia to think you have a brain monopoly if that is all you can offer it or in deed offer yourselves?

Free speech is NOT full compensation for government by hidden and IRRESPONSIBLE forces, interested mainly or solely in squeeze, in tip and run, WITH the profits. I know that isn’t the Brain Trust’s main aim. They are interested in conversation. And gettin’ the cream off the surface in one way or another. But what about JUSTICE? What about usury, interest, speculation in the breed of the people, monopoly not only of grey matter, as announced in a half serious headline?

Seems like the ONLY free speech on CERTAIN topics has been left to ME on this Radio, thanks to a civil tradition, thanks to an age old tradition; two parts, Cicero against Verres and the Renaissance. Mebbe the Brain Trust is forgettin’ its Latin? Mebbe it never had enough Latin? In Burke’s time M.P.s used to quote Latin. Some of the Brain Trust’s members speak almost Yiddish. And when not, the substance, Judaic substance is thinly veiled. Oh, very clever your B.B.C. stage acts, with the local accents, I git that. My typewriter, and Jim’s typewriter, and few Irish and American typewriters, against VAST resources, I see that. But what about Justice: and money interest?

If there is anyone capable of serious thought anywhere in range of this broadcast, let him at least try to think what I mean by the following statements.

Let him start trying to STUDY the two revolutions, the Fascist and Nazi revolutions. God knows if Hitler is telling his people that THEY should study the Italian fascist revolution.

YOU need a thousand more times to study it, and to study the resurrection of Hitler’s REICH. How can anyone worth the name of a man in England or in America face these two great movements in the half baked, or not even HALF baked ignorance into which his newspapers have led him or dumped him?

Something has OCCURRED in old Europe. Even the cloistered apes of Oxford or the inventors of stink gas in Harvard ought by now to have heard that, at least that, something has happened IN EUROPE, and you do not know what has happened.

You do not know what has HAPPENED. And the first thing to DO about it is to pull OUT of this war—a war that you never ought to have flopped into. Every hour that you go on with it is an hour lost to you and your children.

And every sane act you commit is committed in HOMAGE to Mussolini and Hitler. Every reform, every lurch toward the just price, toward the control of the market is an act of HOMAGE to Mussolini and Hitler.

THEY are your leaders, however much you are conducted by Roosevelt or sold up by Churchill. You FOLLOW Hitler and Mussolini in EVERY CONSTRUCTIVE act of your governments. Damn you, you follow Moseley, go back and read over his programs.

As to the pity, etc. of it. You insisted on having your war. You would not budge out of your constipations, you would not listen to your own savants, by which, by the word savants, I mean the Englishmen who KNEW something, AT least, about something, and who told you HOW to keep out of the slaughter, how to cure your own plague spots and diseases.

And you WOULD not, by Jheezus, you would not. England interests me far more in this moment, in this year, than America. England was further on mentally than America; is possibly still the intellectual capital of America. The sword and the purse leave the island: but the brain is still faintly pulsating in England. There are more men STILL in the island than in the United States who are capable of serious correlations.

I could name ten Englishmen for every American who knows ANYthing about anything valid in economics or history. There were at least little movements, nuclei, meetings.

America had not awakened to her dangers. She was pitifully UNAWARE of her history. Especially that of her past 80 years. Christ knows what sort of chaos the United States is in for. Christ knows how long it will take her to untangle.

And God knows when England will know her own saviours or would-be saviours. As distinct from her wreckers and provocative agents. Your jails have never before been so full of political prisoners guilty of nothing save their own beliefs and convictions. But not since the days of Noll Cromwell, and never have English voices in exile so agonized over your errors. Voices indubitable for their sincerity and conviction of the truth of their messages. They are not all of ’em Irish. There has been nothing like it since Englishmen drank to the King over the water, silently passing the toast and the wine glass over their water glass. And with less valid reason.

Are you incapable of noticing anything? Do the phenomena of today’s history absolutely and utterly fail to make any dent in your blubber or whatever else you have pulled over your eyes, heads, and ears?

Have you no eyes, no history and no memories? No eyes, no knowledge or memory of your own history, and no memory of events that have happened before you?

Do you know only watery pools where were the cellars of London, only the material ruins, having NO knowledge of causes, of deeper causes, of why these things have come on you, of what you have done, or in most cases omitted, and which have caused these things to come on you, and have you no wish to know WHY this has happened?

You have at least a chance of organization in England. You have at least there three native races: Welsh, Scotch, and English, not wholly rotted and on which you could build up something. You have at least a common tongue, which you could unite on.

BUT you will NEVER qualify for a part in the New Era till you, that is, some group of your leaders, are capable of comparing the TWO revolutions, fascist and nazi, and of understanding why ONE thing IS here in Italy, and a KINDRED, but not identical thing IS in North Europe.

And why you are caroming, and crabbing backwards, crabbing sideways. Time, geography, history, that is, the age old conditioning of a place and a people, affected by TRUTH, by natural forces, made by Human WILL directed on forces. These forces are not your forces: this will is not your will, but they and it are in part analogous. You can, or could learn something from events: from phenomena. But you will not learn from mere smoke screens, from mere lies, from B.B.C. and Fleet Street propaganda, that is sgonfiato, deflated weekly almost daily by known events and phenomena.

TWO great races have learned something you haven’t, learned some’at YOU haven’t yet learned. Responsibility of the person is part of it. And part of it is a return to age old common sense concerning the homestead, concerning the HOMESTEAD.

There is no decree of heaven that the man who plants things in the earth shall forever be diddled by usurers. There is no decree that a system which puts men on the land to increase the land’s product shall give way forever to a system of usury, of exploitation.

For as long as I can remember America has vaunted dollar diplomacy, she made no bones about dollar diplomacy, commercial penetration as a means of extending her domination 40 years ago. It was thought a rather bright dodge. (We Americans don’t always invent our own novelties: we quite often think something is new when it isn’t.) But at any rate we made no bones about dollar diplomacy at the turn of the century.

Is there any divine prohibition to all other races stating that they should not recognize such penetration as an extension of American domination? There is not.

You do NOT believe in Communism. You do at bottom believe in the homestead, at least in theory, each of you thinking up, or most of you thinking up some reason why it shouldn’t apply to you in particular.

Nevertheless the world’s best in both hemispheres has come out of the homestead, by whatever name it is called in whatever language. That is the basis.

There was in the United States the romance, as it was called, of the merchant princes. No one has very carefully recorded the less humane details. The so-called social question was not given modern publicity. And possibly no one now listening is aware that anyone ever said or thought that to run one’s commerce, to run a firm’s or an individual’s or a family’s trade, shipping, etc. on borrowed money was “unmercantile.” Such a statement any time in the last 80 years would have seemed at least eccentric to 99.9 percent of all possible auditors if not down right loony.

I think there was not in mens’ minds much distinction between mercantile, the word mercantile, and the word mercantilist as applied to a so-called mercantilist system. Which means that the difference between TRADE and Usury was not very clear in the Western mind after the year, say, 1527. Do be patient. I know the air isn’t the habitual place for bedrock, but I might get one auditor in ten thousand who was willin’ to follow an argument. Even a hard one.

I assure you the problem of JUSTICE is not superficial. The problem of interest on money is NOT superficial. Europe once spent a thousand years gettin’ an answer. I mean the RIGHT answer.

Namely DIVIDE your crops AFTER the harvest. Usura and partaggio. Two things, different, need to be divided inside your heads. A corrosive charge that finally undermines ANY nation. Undermines it at home, drives it into unsound foreign relations, drives it OUT of land gone to waste (needlessly left to rot, to erode), drives it into indecent incursions into less civilized countries, or smaller or weaker countries. Always eating away at the life inside the nation.

Divide your crops after the harvest.

I know what is worrying honest men. I know what worried me when I first came up against the doctrine of the free play of forces. I haven’t got a century and more of Quaker tradition in one side of my family not to be worried by ANYTHING that seems to go against peace.

BUT injustice goes against PEACE, and don’t you forget it. Injustice is NOT pacific. I have told you before that the class war is a fake in America, or an imported exotic, and I have given you the illustration of the Wads worth family at their reunion 250 years after the two brothers Wadsworth landed in Massachusetts. All sorts and conditions of folks in that family. From members of the stock exchange down to commercial salesmen, drummers, and two old ladies for whom a collection was taken. And earlier in those family annals the boy of sixteen who sold his hair for a shilling, and that was the first money he ever did see.

From that to “Remember the Maine” was some distance.

Class war is NOT an American product, not from the ROOTS of the nation. Not in our historic process. And the RACIAL solution, which is Europe’s solution, which is IN Europe’s process, rooted deep down, un-uprootable. What about that? You have got to, or you someday will have to study the American or United States historic process. Colonies pretty much racially homogenous: evolved. They found a solution for the problem of money, not of FIELDS against money, not of colonists, farmers FIGHTING money, but of fields AND money working together, and they found it in Pennsylvania and the world said “how marvelous.” And an UNJUST usurious monopolist government shut down on the money. Money handed out to the colonists to facilitate their FIELD production. The repayment NOT going to a set of leeches and exploiters. And the unjust monopolist government, namely the British, was hoofed out [of] the colonies 30 years later.

Are you proposin’ to do the same fool thing NOW that the various London bleeders and scoundrels tried on the American colonial people? Usury penetration, and trying to throttle other field workers and planters?

One of your brain monopolizers or trustees remarked during April: if you could, breed human beings like cattle. That is perhaps a good sample, a just and fair sample of brain trustees’ methods. It hides the crux or the issue. You possibly can not breed human beings “like cattle” but you can or could at least bend as much human intelligence on the problem of human breeding as you do on breeding cattle or wiffets.

And on that BASIS Hitler is also YOUR leader. TWO basic texts were enounced in EUROPE, ON the continent. Mussolini’s, and it is summed up in the Consegna, or brief yearly order to the Fascist party of the year XI of the present regime or era. “Discipline the economic forces and equate them to the needs of the nation.”

THAT you are learning Hitler’s basic text you are still dodging. I don’t of course mean to say that the economic discipline is all of fascism or even its base. It is a consequence of a greater fundamental directio voluntatis, basic assertion that man is OVER matter. That the human will (or spirit) is lord even over the mud of this planet, and is not to be put down by machinery, or anything man-made. And money is man-made. Comes not of nature. but is NUMISMA; from custom. NOT the master of man, but his servant. Machinery to be humanity’s servant. I am late telling you all this now. I at least SAW something about the time Hitler saw it. Along 1923/24. That, as Hitler put it in Mein Kampf, there was ONE ray of light in a world moving toward sunset, and that was Mussolini’s regime in Italy.

And that being so, you with your cheatings and with your Geneva and sanctions, set out to crush it, in the SERVICE of Jewry, though you do not even yet KNOW this. And you have not digested the proposals or instructions of Jewry. And you have NOT understood fascism, or nazism for that matter. Very few of you have read the writings of either leader. It is and has been for 20 or more years, God knows, nearly impossible to print news from or to Italy or translations from Italy in your country. You have NOT read Mussolini, and I don’t suppose you could now get hold of his speeches in coherent order: not many of you; or understand the points and situations that they apply or applied to.

One of your best Rome correspondents, war veteran and fervent patriot, said to me at time of Sanctions (Abyssinian war), I have to be so very careful of every word, if I put in any phrase that they can possibly (they being his London office), that they can twist and use as a headline, they do it. Meaning to falsify what he sent ’em. [This?] man did damn good work FOR England all thru that period. Very severe critic of things Italian; serving his country. BUT he could not get the true story printed and when a book of his that had been welcomed and published in England and reviewed as the maximum of impartiality went out of print, and there was talk of a second edition, suddenly his publishers bunged it back at him with: we don’t want Italian propaganda.

YOU have NOT faced the two revolutions, you have called in what you do NOT believe, namely Red Communist Russia, or the left hand of Judah. You have not heeded the symbols, the symbols of destruction, not only against the grain symbol, but against those of sun and fecundity. You have not seen the hammer and sickle as destructive EVEN of the mason’s trowel, which is a tool for construction, or the compass of calculation. You have gulped down destruction: and the signs of destruction. The smashers and Finland shall come to judge you.

As to breeding, your Brain Trust evaded the issue the morning I heard it. It is mere evasion to say you can not breed humans like cattle. Some things you can do. You can, but DID NOT take proper measures against syphylis, tuberculosis, malnutrition NOR breeding itself, whereof RACE is a component. You have encouraged the most fatal admixtures, you have not run [wild?] as in the U.S. of A., because you had not the same opportunity. But you have bandaged your eyes. You have not squared up to the problem. It is part of England’s tradition insofar as that tradition WAS good, to do what can be done by what was called “the force of public opinion” rather than by police regulations, up to the possible limit. Instead of concentrating on breeding of thoroughbreds, you went in for neo Malthus, and the dirtier portions of Freudism, with banners flying. All your wit and worldliness, bent on monopolizin’, bent on avoiding the basic issues. And if Mussolini stands for social justice, for breaking the usurer’s bondage, the Nazi revolution was based on the BREED. Based on sane breeding, and on that basis Germany rose from her sepulchre.

It may be that England, being far from the Mediterranean, takes even now centuries to LEARN from the CENTRE. ROMA eterna, Shakespeare learned singing from Italy. And don’t forget it. Even Kipling, dying, fortunately for his peace of mind, before the fall of Shonanko, was of an English era that looked back to the Romans. Puck of Pooks and the rest of it. Trying in his one-eyed way to establish the true English heritage. Retired, living OUT of touch with the present, with what WAS the present during the last 30 years of his life, or DODGING the issues. Naturally dodging them LESS than Printing House Square or the great organs of obfuscation.

DIRECTIO voluntatis, direction of man’s will toward justice. The Roman IMPERIUM, whereof all else in the occident is derivative, all else that raised the standard of justice. Germany was nearer the centre of that Imperium. And Charlemagne gave us proof of it; proof of that nearer-ness. But the law of true Britain was for centuries PROUD to derive her law from the Roman. When free speech was unavailing in Britain, limited to an inefficient minority, a voice rose in the American colonies, claiming justice, and hurling against injustice the statement that the unjust had Bracton, Fortescue, Coke, Foster, Rapin, and Rushworth directed against him. Voice in— —to cry: law is the subject’s birthright. Meaning the Law of England, the English common. And also to remark that furs from the Hudson Bay colony sent to London were sent to Siberia. Meaning that he was a practical man, interested in good sense as well as in justice; which is of common sense a great segment. Elsewhere in that Era, England was strong, and ROMAN. In her dealings with the 13 colonies she was not strong. And her weakness lay in INJUSTICE, as it lay from 1919 onward in her dealings and attempted dealings with Italy and with North Europe. Her policy of lying was almost identical, as any even moderately well read student of American history can observe from numberless passages in the works of America’s founders down to the [use of?] Russian false news. Send out these cargoes of lies. It is the way (England’s way) of passing [up?] the winner, remarked Mr. J. Adams, senior. If you haven’t a library, you could at least get the main points from my outrageous and obstreperous Cantos. There is enough there to show that what you do now AGAINST justice, against all of Europe you did then against justice, and against what there then was of America. No wonder your conscience is ticklish. Yes, you had then some luxuries, for example “the house of the Banker CHILD.” You had some pretty and taking habits. Taking at most times, and not always so all fired pretty. And you had enough free speech to mention the war of Jenkins’ ear, wherein perished Mr. G. Washington’s brother. And Mr. Adams WON the American Revolution as a law case, before you turned your cannon against him. Just as Europe would have won this case as a LAW case, had any court been established to try it.

You can say, figuratively, that EUROPE did win the war as a LAW case. England was OUT of justice. Whatever pretty little ways you had left, I admit some of you have parlor manners: UNTIL something upsets you. EUROPE won this war as law case, and your Brain Trust WON’T face that. And your Brain Trust will NOT even LOOK into the crime, the nature of crime. You read Ed Wallace, a very exciting author, who writes in praise of detectives, detectives sprung from his fertile fancy, but you will NOT face the findings of the two real detectives, Duce and Führer. You have passed over their evidence, and you had, BEFORE this war started, pretty well thrown out the testimony of your OWN witnesses: Gibbs, Yeats, Brown, and the rest of ’em. And it has NOT been lucky. and I don’t think you will git back Shonanko. And I do not think your policy in refusing to collaborate with the continent OF Europe has been either prudent or wise, or that it has been based on any very lively thirst after justice. Whatever you are still free to SAY openly on this subject, there is plenty that is LEFT OUT of the Brain Trust’s Sunday evangelical service. But one thing I tell you, and believe you me, Europe will not go back down under the usury system, debt system. And neither will the people of England once they find out what it is and once its Jew centre shifts out of London, into the New York, New Jerusalem cellarage. And the melting pot in America may have been a noble experiment. I very much doubt it. At any rate it has flopped, it is a failure. And the idea of BREED was not always unEnglish.

The mongrel may be clever. Varietism may be very amusing, and fin de siècle, oh undoubtedly, fin de siècle. Other empires have decayed, why shouldn’t we? But it says NOWT to tomorrow, absolootly, it says NOWT to tomorrow. The Brain MONOpoly will have to square up to the RACE problem or perish. Nichevo! and the rest of it. You will have to square up to the race problem or perish. To hear ’em you would think the Brain Trust was interested in producing the sort of carcass that can support the greatest number of lice, namely parasites. Subhuman or other. The Brain Trust will have to face the problem of race. You will have to face the problem of race. And you apparently DARE NOT face it. Who are the Schaschan? I ask you?

Nebulous notions, fragments of messy ideas floatin’ above a pea soup of IGNORANCE, deep impenetrable ignorance. Ignorance of Europe, ignorance of Asia, ignorance of the capacities of the American Navy, ignorance of the lower deck morale.

Now what causes that? Have you not pathologists in the country? If you had read as much of the Fenollosa papers as I got into print about 1917, you would not have underestimated Japan. You would not have let the grossest and most blatent asses in public life in the United States tell you such imbecilities. And you would not have swallowed the insulting lies of the British papers on the subject. Some of the lowest London dirt, splashing military titles, was concerned with feeding you guff on the subject of Nippon, and the utter squalor of the public mind in the Bill Billy section of Washington was a close second or first.

Absolute indifference to fact. Blind and supine adhesion to the WORST of the point in the protocols of the so-called elders of so-called Zion. Who ever wrote ’em shows in this policy. The author of that filthy perverted work has given away several shows. Amongst ’em the aim at obscuring all history. Of providing blather about what is not. Plot to tell plans for tomorrow so as to take the mind of the boob, and the sub-boob (called specialist or university president) OFF the known facts of history. Where from our knowledge of process is derived.

Well, you fell for it. And HOW you fell for it, and you can’t blame it on any single spavined, crack brained exponent of the NATIONAL, the almost universal United States contempt for all ethics, all facts, all knowledge, contempt of fact, contempt of history, contempt of knowledge.

And the result is, for one thing, that no jape, no lark, no phantasy devised by Rome humorists has been able to keep out in front of the absolute idiocy of your owners and masters.

Take the FRONTIER, for example. A year ago I was joking, you put your frontier on the Rhine. Next it was on the Danube; that skunk Donovan was pushing it around the highlands of Yugoslavia. All to the glory of Jehovah and the Bank of England and new Jerusalem. I suggested Tibet. Did it stop at TIBET, or the Yangtze? It certainly did not. Your expanders of dollar diplomacy and purveyors of Empire shoved it on down into Burma and to the Philippines ever expanding our frontiers: now they have got to Hawaii and the coastal waters.

My COMpliments on your acumen. But whaaar is the old Yankee humor? ABSOLUTE bloody IGNORANCE of every goldarn thing on this planet except how to make noise. Well what causes that?

And your communications. For God’s sake, read the Protocols if the last copy hasn’t been taken out of the bookstores. They were printed 20 years ago. I never bothered to read ’em till I had learned all that is in ’em from other sources, thereby convalidatin’ the evidence. You DID not know what was comin’. And the ineffable British, ineffable weaklies that feed your weeklies did NOT know what was comin’. Copies of those London “Alice in Wonderlands” oft remind us of the sounds of pish and tush. Little paper flowers embedded in dirty glass paperweights. The ravings of your new allies of the Gnu Statesman and un-nation, remind us of what England expected. And you were not one jot wiser. Look what your tolerated and pushed-up journalists and alleged highbrows told you. Then read the protocols. As you didn’t know what WAS comin’, and What HAS come, mebbe you better git primed for what is now COMING.

Reduction of interest rates, but monopoly on money maintained by the .…? by the what, by the kahal, by bless your buttons, if your buttons ain’t yet been rationed.

STRANGULATION of all communications. You have no secret postal service? Papers get held out, and then starved out if they are not pro-Jew. Soon you will not be able to motor over and talk to the neighbors. And if there ain’t just a faint whiff of claustrophobia somewhere, it will be … eh … veree pee-hen, I mean very pee-culiar.

Our forefathers had the guts to set up committees of correspondence. That was before even horse and buggy days. What chance have the rural? What chance have the scattered against the super-Zukor, sub-human transmissions of EVERY radio station in your Jew ridden country? I mean what chance of gettin’ together or agreein’ on any policy? You can NOT get any news from Europe save over this radio and other radios that dislike the kahal. And you are so fed to the gills by the kahal-made superstitions that you, quite naturally, do not believe what you call news from the enemy, or what when I say it, you call Axis propaganda.

Regardless of when I first said it, regardless of whether John Adams said it before Mr. Hitler’s great grandad was chopping down trees in the Tyrol or serving the Austrian government. No one has been able to tell you any thing YET, that was of any advantage, I mean advantage to YOU.

The Japanese are an ancient people. The Australians are NOT; and I ask any curator of any gallery of Modern Art, or any municipal gallery east of San Francisco, WHAT is the kangaroo contribution to civilization?

An American woman married to an Italian said to me yesterday: “Yes, I am an Italian citizen, but before I got here, I knew the names of about five Italian cities and that was ALL.” Well half the American Congress is full of nuts that know about half that.

While people are blaming (quite naturally) the executive and the sly-footed rump end of the brain trust, why not speak about the muckers in Congress, the unfathomable ignorance of college professors, the flee-mindedness of the popular American authors, as part of the national sorrow? My boy has the American tragedy in his lap. Multiply that by the million.

And have you no pathologist? Yes, we have no psychiatrists. The contact with reality was never strong in the White House. As a matter of fact that April speech would have qualified for several institutions.

Then of course there is the high philanthropy, not to say PROfound intelligence implied in spending half the national income on LOSING the Philippines. That was a Santy Claus. I’ll say that was Santa Claus on the hoof with eight reindeer. And who said they were going to take over the Polar Ice Cap. The Squalus has risen, Krist ist erhoben, and therefore all them boats in Pearl Harbor will rise with healing in their springs, and the Democratic party will triumph once more over the skepticism of the clinical forces of party reaction, with Finkelstein in the proscenium box. Oh my country, ‘tis indeed of your land of the Cluett Collar, land of the B.D.V. or B.V.D. or whatever the label is. Oh shades of Lydia Pinkham; yes, yes, those Pink Pills are what is probably needed, with a plate of cakes for the British Imperial Staff in our Capitol.

And I would like a little news about Frankie and Johnnie. Are they still as they once were, keen on the family honor? God, how they did luvv.

Is all our educational system in the hands of inventors of pizin gas? Are all our allegedly serious Zeitschrifts, rassegnas, quaterlies, annual and semi annual bulletins, subsidized by the [?] Hebrews? Are ALL Americans with out distinction of church, club, or society, still convinced that nothing is serious, that when boats sink it is merely a headline, and that sailors don’t care?

Or to put it another way, is there NO one who NOTICES the habit of saying “Oh the boss is a Jew, a sort of sub-Zukor, of course we couldn’t put on anything HIGHbrow, we couldn’t go into that subject.” The absoloot bloody cringe of the man who makes 4,000 dollars a year when faced with an organization engaged in paying him and sabotaging the nation, sabotaging fact, sabotaging communications, is a PATHOLOGICAL symptom. When are you, the Yanks, going to get fed up with that symptom? And the way you go running down the road after IRRELEVANT anecdotes, is another. Any sad tale is enough to git your mind off WHY did it happen. That is a symptom. Watch it in B.B. Kike propaganda, which means ALL the Anglo-American air for this decade.

Ezry Pound speakin’.

You ought not to be in this war. The United States ought not to be IN this war.

I suppose if I go on talking to you kids LONG enough I will get something into your heads. If I go on poundin’ from day to day, every day and in every way, I will finally teach you kids why you got drug into this war (if you survive it), and when you know that you will know more than your fathers did by the end of the last one, that is, more than most of ’em ever discovered.

And I got to go back, and go over and over the same little table of facts, same little table puttin’ the dates on ’em clearly. And this war started in 1696, or say ‘94, when Mr. Paterson got the idea for the Bank of England. That is a scheme for gettin’ rich, scheme whereby a few men were to get rich without workin’, and by defraudin’ the general public.

“Bank hath interest on all the moneys which it creates out of nothin’.” All right, that was just before 1700. And what did it lead to:

SUPPRESSION of the Pennsylvania colony money, sort of Gesellite money, which had brung abundance to Pennsylvania, and the dirty old skunks in London shut down on that money and on other colonial money. And THAT is NOT in the school books, and that OUGHT to have been in all the public school textbooks for the past 150 years, and that is what kids ought to be learning about American history by the time they are 12 years old.

And after that shut down, and several other mean devilments that you ARE told about, unless the like of Lenin and Company has excluded ALL American history from the kosher districts of Brooklyn and parts adjacent. Bank of England suppression of Pennsylvania colony money. Then came the Revolution. Patrick Henry, George Washington, Samuel Adams, John Adams, with Mr. Jefferson writin’ the trimmin’s, and some of his best ideas bein’ deleted.

When I was a kid in school, and still worse when I got to the University, we were told about Paul Revere, and General Gates, and the rest of it, but we were NOT told about the Bank of England, and the Pennsylvania colony money, and we were told very little about John Adams. Well, Cornwallis surrendered and the Americans set up a government and no sooner had they won that Revolution than muckers began to undermine it. I believe Mr. Claude Bowers has said a word or two about “assumption.” Meanin’ the scandal whereby some financiers and their left fins in Congress lit out to defraud the war veterans. In fact, war veterans are the special and habitual prey of one kind of swindler, specialize in swindlin’ veterans of the wars, do some kinds of swindlers.

Well maybe that ought to have led to syndical representation. Well it couldn’t have, because there had just been ONE revolution, and the United States of America was a century or more ahead of any other government on this earth in its ideology, in its principles; it was by God the best government system that the occident had up till then thought of and thought out, despite its flaws and deficiencies.

And they were inside particular men, NOT in the concept of government and that WAS the American heritage. Merely some shysters, a pink-haired half-breed named Hamilton, and some natural born sons of cheats in the Congress—Page, ole pop Schuyler, and 30 of the people’s so called representatives. Representin’ themselves, and the people’s vices.

Well, that is in one way a parenthesis, and then Jefferson and Jim Madison compromised to git the national capitol transferred to the banks of the river Potomac. God bless ’em. I thought for a while they hadn’t ought to have done that. Well, they were good men, far above human average, and they were right in at least one way. In those days it meant getting the government quite a few hours off and AWAY from the Banks of New York. But Lawdy! And John Adams was lackin’ in tact. Or mebbe he was just strong in a confidence that the human mind can LEARN from experience. At any rate, he lived to see little Johnnie, Mr. John Quincy Adams, elected President, and he, old John said with great foresight, if you git in you will stay just 4 years, like I did. They will NOT reelect you.

Well, John Quincy was in some ways a communist. Wanted national ownership of most of the national land. Wanted the proceeds to go to education (includin’, gil drat it, astronomy). Wrote a treatise on weights and measures INSTEAD of havin’ the sense of Cleopatra and occupyin’ his time with the question of MONEY. That was his error, that is one of his errors. But no slouch, and could swim the Potomac until quite late in his human career. I hear he could plow a straight furrow. I don’t mean metaphorical, I mean with a plowshare.

Well, that is in some ways parenthesis. But it helps to understand how we got here. How we got into this war. One hundred and more years later.

However, to keep the main line: 1700, 1750, and the American Revolution betrayed by Hamilton, as far as he could, restored by Jefferson, Madison, Monroe, upheld by the Adamses. And then came the next fight. NOT stressed in the American school boy’s school books. The WAR of Biddle and his God damn bank against the American people. A war WON by the American people, duce Mr. Jackson, with Van Buren assistin’, and that friendship is the second great friendship in our history. John Adams and Jefferson. Jackson and Martin van Buren. And there had been Jefferson and his circle, and the tradition of those men WAS the American heritage.

And then come the Civil War. And the assassination of Lincoln. And that war was SAID to be about slavery. And the American school boy’s school book says very little about the effects of DEBT. Debts of the Southern States to the bankers of New York City. And if Calhoun’s name is still in the textbooks, his most significant words do NOT receive emphasis, not enough emphasis.

Both sides upholdin’ an evil. South wantin’ to keep chattel slavery. And the North wantin’ something CHEAPER than slavery. Talkin’ pious, but knowin’, that is a great part of ’em, number of the worst of ’em sniggerin’ that hired labor is cheaper than slave labor. And you don’t really have to feed your employees. Whereas if your stock is in slaves, you damn well got to feed ’em. Rothschild, John Sherman, Ikieheimer, Morton, and Vandergould. Just put your mind on those dynasties. Just remember those family names, which WERE NOT the names of the men who freed us from the shysters of London, Ikieheimer, and Vandergould, and John Sherman and Rothschild.

That’s what Bismarck was referrin’ to, in his remarks about responsibility. And why did that war last SO LONg? Well, you can all of you look into that question. It is discussable, it is highly discussable. But the outcome was the shootin’ of Lincoln. And the END of publicity, for Lincoln’s idea, Lincoln’s idea about money. Which was holy verity, and the health of the people. And gave to the people of this republic the greatest blessin’ they ever had, their own paper to pay their own debts.

You boys will have to live a long time, and fight like hell and fight somethin’ nearer home than the Philippines to get it. You will have to fight nearer home than kangaroo country to GET back to that blessin’, and I suggest you start fightin’ tomorrow mornin’ if not now at once, when I get to the end of this discourse.

Greatest blessin’ they ever had. Own paper to pay their own debts. When I think of the INTEREST you boys will be asked to pay, a thousand BILLION dollars of debt if you don’t git busy and BUST the debt system, Jew system, Rothschild and Morgenthau ANTI-Lincoln system. Well, my heart, does it bleed for my country? I would rather have my head work for my country.

If you can’t, or won’t think of the cause of your misery and of this conducement to the slavery of your children for ten generations, God help you.

You are in for billions of DEBT, and you have NOT got your own paper to pay for it. You, most of you, haven’t the groggiest idea what Lincoln was sayin’. You don’t know what he meant by it. Sheer ignorance of coin, credit, and circulation, said John Adams 80 years before Lincoln.

Ignorance, and of course GREED. Greed is your ruin. The lust of evil means to git labor for next to nothin’. Lust of the planter to get African labor and when that showed signs of not payin’ ENOUGH, the lust of the North to get in immigrants, with NO regard to the national welfare, no regard to the RACE. No regard to keepin’ the human breed high. Just blind greed, blind haste to get in as much cheap labor as possible. NOT noticin’, my God—how many people did NOT!—the quick one Sherman and Rothschild put over. The whole government of’ the United States of America handed OVER lock, barrel and stock, to a gang of kike bankers in 1863, several sub-kikes assistin’.

‘We can not permit the circulation of greenback, because we can not control them.” Can not, that is, OWN the nation, BUY the public officials, bleed the whole population.

Well, there is no ambiguity about the Hazard circular and none about the correspondence between Ikleheimer and Rothschild. And until you learn it and its meaning, till you learn the bearin’ and depth of every word I am tellin’ you, you will be more IGNORANT than the American President, even if you do think yourselves more level-headed.

Ezra Pound at the microphone.

Why did you get into this war?

Of course I can’t examine you. But you stick ’round and listen, and maybe in time I will teach you some history.

You ought not to be in the war.

Savin’ the British Empire is not my job. Time was when I sweat a bit thinkin’ of how one could save England. I have no objection to conservin’ the English race. I belong to one part of it.

That don’t make me believe it ought to be an infamy or a world-nuisance. Bein’ an all-fired persistent nuisance is perhaps NOT the road to self-preservation. And bookish men are proverbially led astray by analogies. Allus pickin’ the wrong analogy or doin’ their pickin’ too late.

The way for England to have conserved quite [a] bit of her cushiness was I believed, and I still believe it, WAS by honest economic reform. By saving the people of England inside England. The baronial halls, etc. could have persisted for decades. PLENTY was possible. Plenty was CRYING to come into being.

Honest Englishmen after the last war were fed on sawdust. They wanted to work, they tried farming in Anglo-African colonies. They tried chicken raising in England. Someone of ’em wanted to increase England’s farm output. There was finally a book, Famine in England, by Lord Lymington. There was 20 year’s work by five hundred honest men ALL wantin’ to save old England, by 50 thousand, by more honest men. Was all of it wasted? No, damn it, all of it was not wasted, but its yield is not yet. And the ruin of most of it is due to the liars. Has ANYone in England studied England’s problem as Hitler studied the German’s problem before and after the last war? NOT bein’ led astray by analogies, but not blind to analogies. The analogy that most hits one in the eye NOW, if one is outside the uncharmed circle of your press—that is your smoke screen—is the analogy of England and of Austria as she was in her dying years.

You have three races on one hitherto privileged Island. The Irish you never swallowed, any more than the Germans of Last mark [?] swallowed the Magyars.

Hitler’s sanity shows in his perception of the difference of races inside the Austrian conglomerate. No, not conglomerate. Inside the Austrian stuck together, glued together, tied together with stray string dynastic contraption.

I don’t want to waste time in retrospect. You are NOW dreaming of an Anschluss. Anschluss with America. The analogy is superficial. Your conglomerate of Scotch, Welsh, and English was and is fairly solid. It has been there for centuries. You have never crushed out the Welsh language, but the nationalism in those two races has not been political in times known to living men’s memory, or their father’s.

The Scotch like their own superiority: “Been to London, ’ave seen few Englishmen. Waal ye see I was seem’ maistly heads of deepartments.” Aye, see what do you think of the English? Seen none.

The Welsh have dug out your coal and given you singularly little trouble for centuries. They make a queer noise at the Eidstedfod, and what does London care or think of them otherwise?

You were not and are not as was Austria on the eve of an internal bust up. Oh yes, there were and ARE sorrows in common, but not that particular trouble. As to Anschluss, all the sentiment toward an Anschluss was external. NO ten million Englishmen, ten million RACIALLY English sat in Rural England feeling a nostalgic longing for union with the GREAT main body of their own race, living on the other side of an immediate frontier.

Any Anglo-Saxon or English race nostalgia that there ever was, was from the descendants of American Tories, negligible in American politics, expressed in a few sketches by Kipling and Henry James [which] rather lit up, [as] Henry James did, some of the dangers of trying American, Anglo American nostalgia on the unblushing non-emigrants of the mother land.

The American colonies rebelled, they were not lost in dynastic squabbles. The United States is NOT a collection of folk of homogenous race in process of coalition, as was Germany, Bismarckian and postBismarckian Germany.

You now propose to Anschluss with the melting pot? Or do you propose merely to drop into the melting pot? Blindfold? I have met Englanders who have NO SUCH ambition. Indeed, I have known Englanders who I believe would find the very suggestion unwelcome. It is against your historic process. But a dirty part of your process has always been calling in savages. You did it in the case of the Red Skins against the colonists. You are doing it now, and HOW, with the bloody Russians.

Your habit of using mercenary troops may be petering out. CAN you save the English race by persistin’ in your worst and most disastrous habits? Do you think the Yanks are just one more set of barbarians to be hurled against the older, more cultured [peoples?] ? THAT analogy will be FAR more accessible to the man in the London street, real or faked, real or entrapped by the B.B.C. microphone when he looks ready to sign on the dotted answer.

“Oh you will come in and HELP us,” not merely one Englishman or women said that to me. What the … ahem …

Which leads me to considerin’ your favorite pastime or parlor game for dark evenings. Your pastime of “after the war,” or what will we do with and TO Europe, devastated by the Russian scourge?

In contrast to which lunacy, I still conserve one or two memories. I still think there must be a little sanity in England and some capacity to look ahead with greater clarity, meaning modesty, in this case: meaning modesty. Looking to a possible place in your misty climate, some place in your Constable’s typical landscrapes, Devon or Darset, or Norfolk, or the English race and traditions to continue. YOU will NOT get it by usury. You will not get it either by imposing the League of Nations, alias the system of lending money at interest. Or BY accepting that system, when the boots on the other foot, i.e., when you are at the borrowing end of the swindle.

Usury never yet saved ANY race. And you have NO great solid racial block with whom you can Anschluss. Your dominions look far more like falling under the usury-yoke of a conglomerate NON-English people.

If any man among you is RACIALLY thinking, he will see that there are two problems or rather that race conservation presents TWO or more possible tactics. EITHER reconstitute the RACE, the English, or the Anglo-Scotch, Anglo-Welsh, hardly figures. Neither is the extension over all the Island of Britain. The best probable approach toward a strong solution: you can either HOPE to reconstitute the RACE in England or you can divagate into wondering what can or could be done to reconstitute the race in Canada, the United States, or elsewhere.

Hitherto the best United States thought has not been racial. The majority, 99.9%, of the serious thought in both England and America has been economic. And it has NOT brought reform into being. We may have been ALL of us wrong, except Lothrop Stoddard, and a half dozen writers: better known abroad than in either England or in America.

Let your Brain Trust (or monopoly) speak on this question.

CAN you save your own race? Which is my race, though you may not like that phase of the problem? Or are you determined to bring that race to an end? For POLITICAL reasons? Or for reasons of finance, which have replaced the reason of STATE in so many of England’s transactions? Such as futile atrocities, intended merely to stir hate, and impell the rest of the world to WANT your dire combustion. What in heaven’s name IS back of your policy?

Have you got to that state where your vices are your dearest possessions? Meaning the END of your paideuma, the end not only of your imperial mandate but of your race consciousness, your race conviction. Brutality, perfidy, and pugnacity [are] all primitive instincts, but NOT enough for survival. Must be something more IN a race than those three instincts. Pugnacity, great asset in war, when NOT coupled with a superlative talent for being misled, which some people think you now show in a degree quite superlative; quite, almost astonishing to the outer spectator.

I hear the Times once printed Mein Kampf in installments. ’ow remarkable. Of course God knows HOW it was translated. But out of the mouths of your opponents you might someday learn something. From your opponents instead of putting up with stucco busts of Nicolai Ulianov Ilitch, etc. If you would look back to the old murderer’s installments, and read what Hitler thought of the DlSgermanization of Austria. It might be good for what ails you.

I don’t mean you need to be “converted to Hitlerism,” I mean you might one day want to know how Hitler has done what he has done. Just as for a century you have been mildly interested in Bonaparte Napoleon. A CORSICAN. And from your point of view a foreigner. No longer known to mankind as the Corsican ogre. Hitler was worried by the DlSgermanization of Austria. Have you yet found an English LEADER who is sufficiently worried by the disEnglish-ation of England? Clumsy word. If I say deanglicization, someone will misunderstand it, and think I am gettin’ religious.

Will you realize that if there weren’t something IN Italy a damn sight better than you have ever dreamed of existing here, or been willing to admit COULD exist here, I would be writing these things in jail on waste paper, instead of tellin’ ’em to the world via Rome Radio? And I do not mean a spirit of compromise. There was a time, 25 years long, when Europe would have welcomed COLLABORATION. There still is an INTEREST in the true answer, which is NOT YOUR answer, it is not an answer with England king-of-the-castle. But there are men who will not leave the English race even a place ON its own island. Those men are neither in Italy nor Germany.

I don’t MIND an Anglo-American hookup if you hook up with the RIGHT kind of America. I should dislike seein’ England, a mere provocative bridgehead, a Czechoslovakia financed from abroad to run Vickers gun works and bring on six or either other wars. Would it not be, in any case, GEOpolitic? After all, there is the shape of five continents to consider and the sea-space between the two hemispheres.

And one more factor: every German knows that he fights for Bismarck, for the work of Bismarck, every Italian knows that he fights for the work of Cavour, of Crispi, and Ricasoli.

But every American with a knowledge of his own history, possibly a MINORITY, but still a segment not wholly negligible, I repeat: every American with any sort of grasp of the glory of American history, knows that he is NOT in this war for the work of Adams and Jefferson, of Van Buren and Lincoln. Not yesterday that was written:

… try to drag us into their real or supposed coalitions.

For my part thought that Americans had been embroiled in European wars long enough, easy to see that France and England will be constantly at manoeuvre to work us into their real or imaginary balances.

John Adams

Ezra Pound speaking.

The Americans are unqualified for intervention, they are DISqualified by reason for their intense, abysmal, unfathomable IGNORANCE of the state and past facts of Europe. Even my colleagues in the Academy of Social and Political Science have no competent perception of the DIFFERENCE, the basic difference between the American problem and that of Europe. And most of them have not made any adequate use of even such fragmentary fragments of knowledge as they possess.

I have been looking over a careful study of America by a careful writer, it is not an edition deluxe and the photo reproductions are not pretty. Some of them deal with gangsters, and gangsters’ ends. There are also a few Negroes suspended from trees, without apparently due trial by law.

There are also photos of Mexican pyramids. The traveler was quite impartial, he recorded whatever he saw, or the parts that aroused his interest.

The book leads me to reflections on violence. American lynch law had its origins in the Jewish ruin of the American South. It is very hard to explain lynch law to Europeans.

The Ku Klux once had a reason. Today the survival of lynch law appears, at least from Europe, to be a sheer manifestation of COWARDICE. It is an expression of course of brutality. But the European sees nothing distinguished in a mob of a thousand men, chasing one man. It does not find lynch law heroic.

Neither does he find British treatment of Italian prisoners a convincing proof of British honesty or civility or of military capacity. All that will in time go into history.

What I am trying to work out in my head is WHY American violence always takes such a monotonous form. Perhaps Clemenceau found the answer in what he alleged to be the American incapacity for ideas.

You would think with all that anarchy and violence and contempt for everything, that political violence might be possible in America, yet it apparently is not.

I am asking, I don’t know the answer, does anyone in the audience, in visible audience, know the answer? You lynch the Negro, you glory in the manhunt, but you are incapable of political violence. But the degraded Finkelstein, coward and accomplice of murderers, accomplice of the men responsible for the labor conditions on the Stalin canal, put such utter swine in an official position, and Americans at once become little Lord Fauntleroy.

The British poisoners have become sacred persons. The 5,000 members of a wholly corrupt secret government get diplomatic passports and all is suave and serene. Perhaps some of our college psychologists will explain it.

The American has the head, evidently of a chicken, he is incapable of political revery.

The existence of a secret and IRRESPONSIBLE government does not worry him. It has been there at least since 1863 and he takes it as a matter of course. It gets worse daily and hourly.

All the means of intercommunication pass into the hands of the secret and largely Semitic control; and the American dreams of Thoreau and says, “who am I to interfere in such muchness?”

The Stalin Canal is a matter of psychological interest. The British treatment of Italian prisoners is a matter of pathological interest. But unfortunately I arrive at these points after the fact. The historian’s job is not soothing. One would rather have used preventive measures. I, quite honestly, don’t see what more I could have done to prevent this unholy shindy. I have tried, I think fairly, to diminish my personal ignorance. I have only two eyes, and not very good for readin’.

No one can accuse me of not trying to communicate what I knew, what I have known, during the past 20 years, often with tactless insistency, often when I might have gained official approval by not sayin’ it quite so soon. History shows us certain recurrin’ phenomena. Goin’ back to Philippe le Beau or before that in Europe, going back to the days of King Wen, and before that.

I have done what I could to give some of these facts—what seemed to me significant facts—some publicity, as far as was in my means.

As to Churchill betrayin’ England and the people of England, I don’t know how far the boosy old hog knows what he is doing. I should lay a bet, and quite heavy, that Mr. Churchill was picked and put into the place he could do the most dirtiness exactly because he is an obstinate fool. A fool possessing almost unsurpassable cleverness in appealing to what is most utterly damned rotten, brutal, and stupid in the worst type of Englander. Just as I think other idiots and pathological specimens are often picked for a set job of wreckin’. I don’t want to descend into vague general statements. When I was in England in November ‘38 a good soldier told me: We will lose India, we will lose all our Eastern possessions. Meanin’ IF England goes into war. A Naval man told me how rotten material was bein’ put into British submarines, or at any rate he was tellin’ it to company at a lunch table where I was present. I heard it stated, with perfect truth, that the profit system was so rotten and stupid that no matter WHAT they spent, no matter how many millions sterling was spent, the British industrial system could NOT deliver the goods. That bein’ so I consider that England has suffered treason, low treason, high treason, red, green, pink, purple treason. And that Eddie may have felt it was comin’, at any rate he hadn’t the backbone to stick it [out]. And the traitors were afraid that he might balk at the last moment and refuse to sign on the dotted line, for mobilization.

Well, that is guesswork. I don’t know that the little shrimp was much fit for his job. But as to the betrayal of England, Mr. Churchill has at least some responsibility. But knowing EXACTLY what kind of an obstinate idiot he is, the men who put him into the Premiership have MORE responsibility. Concerning which the English have as yet shown no EFFECTIVE curiosity.

Well, you are their allies, and the allies of the Stalin canalites. Now what causes that? Press lies in part are responsible. Who HIRED the press lies? Are you, NONE of you, even amateur sleuths? Are all your Ellery Queens and Van Dines on cheap fiction paper? Is there NO Yankee curiosity left? Is New England (according to birth statistics) to be populated only by bohunks at the end of the next 60 years?

Razza, race? Is the ruck end of the old colonial stock so hog stupid, so sterile, so stubborn that NONE of ’em have the sense to raise the race issue? That none of ’em have an even polite parlor interest in enquirin’ even the ouija board or the whist table whether the American colonial race shall survive?

Kipling said it: he said the Americans obligingly slaughtered each other during the Civil War, so that the Czechoslovaks could inherit Boston Common. Well, what causes that?

Is it too late to inquire, is inquiry become impolite and unYankee? And what races coalesce or amalgamate? What races can dwell together without constantly inciting other races to start fraternal slaughter, and civil assassination?

The Welsh didn’t spend 800 years trying to get English and Scotch to murder each other. The Irish refused to forget their race for hundreds of years, but they weren’t continually fomenting internal warfare in England, no third race was at the bottom of even the Wars of the Roses. English, Scotch, Irish and few minorities made the American colonies. Germans, and Italians came in without causing civil slaughter. If the American intelligentzia ever THOUGHT about anything, these facts would enter the mental range.

[The] point I took up the other night might do with an emphasis. Also my curiosity; WHY does the intelligent American, the bright lad who CAN write, but doesn’t, why does such a man take it as a matter of course that to earn his living he has to hide his intelligence and work for some blob-headed vulgarian SLOB?

Whence comes this superstition that the worst pays and the better doesn’t and that the BEST is impossible; that America has NO place at all for the best, despite the American instinct [of] knowin’ the best, and insistin’ on having it, the minute they are in position to get it? No other race on earth [is] so almost fanatical on wantin’ maximum, up to what they know. And then the refinement, the flair in some of these Americans who get over to Europe. Of course they may be exceptions, but I have known cases, I don’t mean persons of genius, but people of moderate mental energy, and with that funny little flair for the best. How do you figure along with this, the acceptance of being bossed by pigheads, by almost inhuman objects; the equivalents of Litvinovs and Maiskys at the head of big industry, big radio corporations, the [whores?] of the Hollywood ghetto? What is there in the ruck end of the American era that makes Americans stand it?

Have they all been bred down into halfbreed and quarterbreeds? I ask you, I don’t quite make it out. Doth avarice make cowards of them all?

As for their opposite numbers in Britain. They aren’t quite opposite as against Americans working for blob headed kikes on your radio. England has naught quite similar, they have refinement. Perfect Alice in Wonderland, perfectly poisonous, but refined and unconscious. I don’t suppose you take it very seriously either. I have always told you the Atlantic and Nation were festers, spoon fed from the nectar of England.

I daresay you can’t see that. Well, get some of British equivalents, say by New Statesman and Nation. ALICE in Wonderland. G.D.H. Cole. As long as a printin’ press functions in London, those blokes will go on gettin’ 25 dollars an article: doing IMAGINARY geometry. Imaginary futures for the land that never was and never will be. Schizophrenia. Alice in Wonderland, Little Lord Fauntleroy, private worlds, in the gook house sense of these words. Over Hell’s Kitchen. It is perhaps time for young Americans to start reading the classics, Plutarch, or Cicero against Verres.

Among my American memories is that of the fallen gent in shabby overcoat selling lead pencils in a Washington soda bar. Wishing to get something, other than Senatorial and Congressional views, on the results of the nude eel and subsequent American cataclysms in the year 1939, in fact about cherry time, I inquired of him (rather than of the wristwatch-swallowing ostrich) what HE thought of it all, and got the indubitably uncontrovertible reply: “AHG, we’re all mixed UP, this gennerrrrashun!” That undoubtedly represented the real man in (or at that moment very slightly and momentarily removed from) the street, as contrasted with the B.B.C. hand-picked specimens.

And any man’s clarity must start inside his own head. I therefore propose to put my own ideas in order, and to communicate that order in the hope that it assists the hearer in finding out where he or she is.

Now in the FIRST place, every sane man, including finally some British M.P.’s, KNOWS that every sane man prefers Fascism to Communism, as soon as he has any concrete factual knowledge of either.

The labour conditions, the mode of treating human beings, known in Russia as human MATERIAL on the Stalin canal, deserve study. The auditor knows nothing of Russia until he has heard or read the reported facts of that horror, inciting eagles and the rest of the details. Until he has considered the number of lives crushed out by Stalin’s system BEFORE the massing of Russia’s gigantic armies in the threat to all Europe’s heritage. And enough of those facts are printed to enlighten any sane man.

As to the Bolshie system of persuading people to build or pay for the building of apartments, and then taking chunks of said apartments from them, that I have on first-hand information, from a victim. Neither farmer (peasant) nor business man has anything to hope from the Communist system. Bolshevism, yes, Hank, the belief that non-Jews ought not to own property.

As to Bolshevism two things are established everywhere save possibly in the dim mind of a Gunther or Thompson. First, that Bolshevism pretended to be an attack on capital, that it was financed by New York Jew millionaires, and that it, in effect, attacked private ownership of land and of living space (which would be YOUR kitchen and bathroom, as well as YOUR farm or workshop.)

And England and the United States got OFF sides, they are caught OFF sides, alling themselves with the Red Russian horror.

I might say, in historic flashback, that the difference between the American Revolution of 1776 and the French terror following 1789 lay largely in Mr. Adams’, Mr. Jefferson’s and General Washington’s race. OUR American revolution was an Anglo-Scottish Revolution and the French Revolution was not, hence the analogies between its breakdown, its massacres and what our time has seen in Russia.

England and the United States OUGHT to be on the Axis side AGAINST the Red terror. And every Englishman and American knows that. Probably even the new comic of Canterbury is aware of it and his genuflections and prayers are signs rather of episcopal flurry than of conviction. In fact the Rev. Temple has got all mixed up with his vestments, tangled so to speak in his lace, his dalmatic, his cape.

The Occident is based on the homestead. By which I mean, the civilization of the whole Western world comes up from the soil, and from the personal responsibility of the man who produces things from it.

All mixed up? NO, as long as men face the responsibility of feeding themselves and their families from what they can get from the earth, by planting seed, reaping crops, raising cattle, there is NOT any great confusion. That responsibility includes NOT letting the cows eat all the grass in the fields when part of it should be stored as hay to feed the said cows during the winter.

All capital is NOT (in our muddled world) the result of labor. John Citizen is not only mixed [up] about money, he is mixed [up] in his views about gold.

Now GOLD is the product of labor. Apart from small beady particles, nuggets, nature offers man a natural mixture of quartz, heteroclite substances and gold in a crystaline or at least hard hotchpotch bouillabaisse, or in the sands “of the Indies.”

And that gold chemistry is studied by students of INorganic chemistry, it is not rams and ewes, it is not amoebas, as Shakespeare definitely indicates. He points out that gold is NOT fecund, it does not increase and multiply as the sheep and goats of a herd. Plant it, and it does not come up in the spring, yielding 20 fold, or 30 fold or one hundred.

MONEY does not become interesting until it means something more than that sterility. Money is not interesting until it CAN represent something fecund, such, namely AS rams and ewes.

This difference between money and metal, puzzled mankind for millennia. It goes back into prehistory. The idea of interest existed before the invention of metal coin.

And there is MUCH more justification for collecting interest on a loan of seed, on a loan of she-goats and buck-goats, than on a loan of non-breeding, non-breedable metal. It only remained for the philosopher or the expert in ethics to figure out HOW much interest. For a thousand years from St. Ambrose to St. Antonino some of the best and most candid minds in Europe worked on that problem.

And Europe in the interim built her cathedrals during an age when usury was classed with the vices. COIN being used as counters, and the work of makin’ those counters considered as work. I don’t mean that the public had a clear view of this process. There is a considerable amount of Latin writing about the question of intrinsic and token value of money. Totin’ round the counters, etc., havin’ the money ready and handy required a lot of technique. A lot of technique was developed. Then somebody found out they could do without metal counters. Just like Loomis found out you could send an electric signal without using wire. Found out electricity would travel thru air. Nothin’ practical came of it, till Sig. Marconi got it into a system.

Credit HAD existed, just like lightnin’ existed. Men had known about credit long before Ben Franklin sent up his kite. Difference being that Ben was a scientist. When he hitched his latch key on the kite-string, he was in search of knowledge. Paterson was lookin’ for profits when he sent up HIS kite: Bank hath profit of the interest on all the money that it creates out of nothing.

Moral for good little boys: Mr. Franklin died honored, and I believe fairly well off. Paterson died unhonored, and almost undiscovered; I forget if it [his profit?] was cast away on a desert island, anyhow he went bust. Yet Paterson got Europe pretty well muddled. You have THREE phases in what might be called the increase of muddlement.

FIRST, mankind’s natural allurgicity, his natural rebellion against belief that metal breeds, that silver or copper or gold will grow if you plant it or shut it up in a box.

SECONDLY, the perception that MONEY which represents something alive, vegetable or animal, may up to a point have the right to a periodical profit or interest if used in a way that helps to produce something useful, something enjoyable.

THIRDLY, you have the lowdown Scotch trick of trying to collect that interest on money that represents nothing at all, money that is just FLIGHT of an airy fancy, or that banks on human credulity, or on the known trustfulness and laziness of mankind. And THAT’S what the shootin’s about, brother Henry, that’s what the shootin’s about TO-day.

Do you follow me? Do you follow me? Or am I to be once more accused of speakin’ in a rambling manner.

Faith, said the Irishman, NO man could be in two places at once … uh … uh, not unless he were a bird. I am NOT trying to be in two places at once. I am trying to get you to DISSOCIATE a few economic ideas, trying to get your mind to conceive the nature of motion, to conceive the difference between money and credit. Some other time I will try to get you to understand that credit is a social phenomenon.

Money (I am now quotin’ Aristotle), money comes not of nature but from custom. Money is something man-made, it does not exist by itself in nature. Money is a social phenomenon.

Credit is a social phenomenon. I am not going into that now. I may have already said too much for one talk. I dunno whether the United States listens to B.B.C. nonsense. I should like to put my compatriots in condition to DEBUNK British B.B.C. nonsense as fast as they hear it, and this talk of mine is aimed at gittin’ over to you one point and one point only, or say one dissociation of ideas, or dissociations about one point. That is the question of INTEREST. The difference between the interest on metal and the interest on money, and the interest on credit (that is the interest on money that isn’t THERE).

Dearly beeloved brevrem, this is ole Ezry speaking. You probably do not doubt it. You probably have derived that belief from the intrinsic nature of the discourse even if you tuned [in] after the announcement of what was comin’.

People are allus tellin’ me to be PATIENT. Even now when you would think a state of emergency had not only been declared but become almost apparent, people tell me to be patient about one thing or another.

Well, I have said before, said it in poetry and said it in prose. I was twenty years late in startin’ and as my friend Carlo DeVoto sez to me on the tennis court: “Twenty years at 5%! What do they care, if it runs 20 years, they double their capital. And most of the dirt in this world is put over by people who have NOT twenty years to run. After them, then hell-bust and they should worry!”

It is that 50 year interval, that FIFTY years between the time some European finds OUT. The devil gits his work in durin’ the 50 years between the time some European discovers what the hell is going on, and the time the news reaches the general public. Europeans have SEEN their countries goin’ to ruin, but they didn’t get the publicity. Brooks Adams saw various processes runnin’ along. He even said we were in for 30 years war, and he was only 15 or 20 years after a fellow named Drumont.

Then again these people who see too much so often have their own peculiar conditionings. Some bloke with a phobia against Orleanists writes a book that no Hoosier is likely to read.

What’s an untranslated European BOOK against the whole howl of Howwywood? Or the combined kosher radios of Baaastun [Boston] and Schenectedy?

The sons of the pioneers! Lord, are there any sons of the pioneers? The decline of New England. No damn it, the WHOLE of the American people, of the real United States stock isn’t dead, it’s just lazy, and muddled, and jitterbug, and things were so EASY, up there in the university levels. BY comparison I mean with the subcollege levels. And there is a defect with the non-family system. I mean people shiftin’ around, people NOT passin’ on what they know INSIDE their families. And then there is snobism. That’s another great barrier against learnin’.

HOW are you goin’ to know Europe if you don’t KNOW the United States of America? I don’t mean tourism; you can see a lot of sights at the cinema. Only you don’t generally see anything but stucco and paper. I mean IF you have no clue to what is goin’ on IN America, how can you know what is goin’ on here in Europe? If you don’t know ANY history whatever, how can you understand HOW things happen? You don’t expect a bloke who has never SEEN a game of football to rush in and play a star game.

There are moments when I git plumb discouraged. I mean I sweat for a couple of hours over some volume of history. Then I reflect on what I learned ABOUT history itself. I mean when I was doing my Sigismundo Malatesta I wanted to git at the facts, original documents, etc. and I noticed how loosely some history is written, in fact about 97% of it. Abstract statement, DUE to ignorance, bloke just don’t KNOW, so he makes some generality, then when he does GIT right down to the bone he finds he can’t always print it.

Or Mr. Henry Adams, pindlin’ Henry, sez to his brother that he has no hankerin’ after martyrdom. I mean some of these blokes git scared. Lord knows there is plenty to scare ’em, in one sense.

The chronicle of human chicken-headedness is SO long, the sheer heedlessness of the majority of mankind is so persistent. Nevertheless a man must do what he can.

Boy named Mac … no I won’t give you the rest of it, he may want to pass an examination—at any rate he shows a couple of REAL questions to a professor and the professor shows blank incomprehension. Don’t shoot the pore beggar. Most of your professors were up against what you are up against. Those favored few who GOT the cushy jobs got there for a reason. They didn’t annoy their precursors. And the ones that RISE were those who showed no EXCESSIVE curiosity. Don’t matter whether it is literary merit, which is largely precision, or history. Well, well, HISTORY is a VERY dangerous subject.

But keep on a pluggin’. Some college libraries have a FEW books. All the public libraries haven’t suffered from the habits of borrowing, that is, not fatally. Some of the real books are still on the shelves, and not represented by wooden dummies.

Dig in. Look up the ECONOMIC background of Cromwell. I keep hammering on the BASIC facts of our own American history. I don’t want you to lay off that subject. But you may as well know WHAT the Pilgrim Fathers came to New England to get OUT of.

Don’t think the usury process STARTED with the invention of modern banking. So-called. Most swindles have prototypes that were already known to Demosthenes. Of course the swindles get bigger and LARGER. The technique of war loans, peace loans, has extended. Figures keep getting bigger and bigger. And the SPEED of the operations. If it took what were called “the AFRICANS” 150 years to ruin one European nation, seems like there is an American speed record impendin’.

Entertainment in soldiers’ canteens on the one hand, I mean immediate, entertainment for the United States armed forces, by the legged forces. And then comes the payment of interest. An old, tough country probably takes longer to bust. Peasantry has been ruined. Every country in Europe has seen repeated duels between the plow and the mortgate.

Mr. Warburg calls ’em both CAPITAL—both the plow and the mortgage. I forget if he coined the phrase “capital in the form of transportation.” Gettin’ a lot of DIFFERENT things hugger-muggered in under one label. My boy, you BEWARE of folks who lump things under one label. You call a plow, plow, you call work, work, you call a stock certificate a stock certificate. And try to learn the difference between a bond and a share.

Naturally a lot of fancy language has been used to conceal that difference. Get any company prospectus, about common, preferred, etc. and the need of three lawyers and an expert to know what the difference is between the common, preferred, pink tipped, etc. before and after the 3rd, 5th, and 14th conversions. You’ll be needing them and they’ll be needing a consultant. Beware of folks who lump DIFFERENT kinds of things under one label. Such as a plow and a mortgage and call BOTH of ’em capital. Keep lands and hands QUITE separate in your mind. And remember that all capital does NOT come from labor, and that the reason WHY the JEW has been able to wreck one European country after another is that the ploots, the nobility, the better classes, the NICE people in those countries were always ready to borrow money. And that the whole of life in our time has been run by people who were collectin’ interest on money. Kings, dukes, merchants, all in a row fallin’ for that “false help” in time of emergency. War loans, peace loans, that is how necks get into nooses.

I am still waitin’ for indication or confirmation that any appreciable body or ganglia of men in the United States have any real perception of what has been PUMPED out the country, by the treasuries. Eh … policy … the bastids call it a POLICY. As to assumption, Mr. Bowers might like a list of precedents, just showing that the CLEVER financiers, the Gouverneur Morris’s, etc. didn’t INVENT anything—all the jokes are so much older than Harpo.

And apparently when it is a matter of finance or a legislative assembly cheatin’ the people, NO wheeze, no dirty swindle EVER wears out. The Hoosier NEVER learns, no nice college boy ever fails to fall under the spell of a plateglass partition, and a few holes and [a] fine marble floor.

Here lies America, she died of the romance of luxury. The wreck of a country, the wreck of a nation starts when the ruling class starts being bribed. Same old story, Grand Dukes betraying Russia, French nobles selling up France, British nobility utterly worm-eaten by greed. And now the old United States of America dying off, 80 years after the sellout to Rothschild. Eighty years of usury taking, 80 years of grovelling before wealth, being ready to accept pay without ever thinkin’ what causes it. Damn [it] all, I seem to be gittin’ moral. Well, what about it? Be scientific, HOW much pizin’ can the national body stand?

That question can be put scientifically, just as well as puttin’ it in a hortatory form, or asking what is nice, or what ought a decent man do. No man will do anything WORTH doin’ till some sense of “OUGHT” enters his system. Profit motive is silly, in the sense that it ultimately kills the good life; makes the mare go, yass, makes the mare go, money makes the mare go. And then somebody wakes up crazy. And that takes JUST long enough, so nobody notices what is going on. Suddenly wake up and find American abundance has been chucked out of the window. Ten billion here, ten billion there, and then ease has departed, and sailors don’t care.

Saxony under the Kings of Poland had emitted bonds, Slauer that had fallen to 35%, reimburse ’em at par. The Congressmen who voted for assumption invented nothing, they were just being dirty. And all of ’em ought to have been shot. It’s a long list. Tunis bonds. These particular kinds of swindle weren’t invented in the new United States of America during the times of the early Congressional sessions. Just small town stuff, provincial villainy. Should we keep on after 160 years? Does it show political development?

What the United States lacks under the Morgenthau infamy is any sense that dirty swindles bring misery to thousands of people, hundreds of thousands, that we have risked something more than mere comfort.

My time is about up for this session.

Ezra Pound speakin’.

And of course, you ought NOT to be in this war. Even to cover up the gross failure of the Administration to govern the United States of America, let alone fixing up the affairs of Europe and Asia.

It was Bobbie Burns, and no Englishman, who sent up his prayer:

And the emotion behind the lines is probably more unEnglish than anyone who hasn’t lived amongst it for over a decade can ever imagine.

I am having another go at it. And if wandering about Mayfair in 1916 the life of your ruling caste appeared to me perched on a very thin crust of painted cardboard, what must it seem now when looked at from OUTSIDE the circle of your tight little private world of illusion?

In those days I felt it, as I said, perched on a fragile crust, and my own brief role or my own feelin’ rather that of John Baptist’s poking up a scrawny head from the cellarage. Through the grill of some grating.

Some of you I do not name, because it would be too much like a family squabble. No malice on my part, but too much intimacy to be suitable to an international discussion of anything.

One cannot attack public figures when one has saved family photos from wreck and destruction. Or can you, or should you? That may be a case of conscience. Jezabel in her pram, and the rest of it.

I tell you once again, and I try to make myself, even with my peregrine accent, intelligible at least to some of you.

The wave of disgust that sweeps over the outer world at hearing some of your propaganda—after all, radio is the only free speech left—the wave of disgust is due to the absoLOOT falsity of your statements and of the assumptions underlying them. Even those of you who have been accustomed to the forgeries of your own high-hatted synagogue [must] shudder at some of the transmissions sent out by the cheap kikes of Schenectedy, New York, and Baastun.

The grease is laid on so thick by Mr. Churchill’s [English] Hebrews and Mr. Roosevelt’s American Hebrews. Can any of you, would any of you, as an exercise, as a mental setting-up exercise, be persuaded to look at some of your more piffling and prominent SERIOUS weeklies three or four months after the fact, just to gauge what IS fed you by your alleged intelligentzia?

You are NOT going to win this war. None of your best minds EVER thought you could win it. Nevertheless, your Alices still mince around on the other sides of their mirrors.

Mr. Cole, for example, known as Goddamhell Cole, Alice in person, the world after an Anglo-kike victory. Is it friendly to the people of England, is it friendly to ANYone to put up this false horizon? Are you all Zukor’s employees?

You have never had a chance in this war. You had a chance possibly, at least from here it might at some time have appeared, did in fact appear that you had a chance for a beau geste, for a vindication of national honor by going thru a set of belicose motions, and sacrificing a reasonable number of men. Immolation of victims, as atonement not for the crimes of your empire, but for the imbecilities of the ruling gang and the bad, nay the wholly atrocious taste shown in putting up Eden.

An elderly colonel of my acquaintance volunteered to participate in a defense of Poland by air, for example. But that was NOT in the plans of your owners. Nothing but a protracted war and the maximum of profits on debt and gun sales suited your rulers. I don’t mean your acknowledged rulers, I mean the creditors of your bullies and popinjays. The men back of the puppet show.

And nothing HAS contented them save the most ignominious deliquescence of a great empire that history throws up on the screen of my memory. There may have been more ignominious ends. My studies have not been sufficiently extensive to enable me to recall them. Never have so many allies been let down by ANY one empire. Never have attacks on late allies been so notorious.

Never have the reasons for alliance been so base as those in your alliance with the Red butchers of wherever Stalin is resident at this moment. And never has the folly of a half wit been more flagrant than in the acts of your ostensible government.

As sheer imbecility, FIRST the policy against Italy, then that in entering a war on Japan. Truly the mind and intelligence are in small esteem among Britons.

By May 15 I was ready to mention your loss of Australia. I don’t assert you have lost it, I merely wish to date the day on which I was ready to believe you were losing it. In fact after the Australian bombing of an American what was it, torpedo boat or something, I heard the murmur; hanno individuato il nemico. They, meaning the Aussies, have identified the enemy.

That was an exaggeration. You and the American people HAVE indeed an enemy, but the enemy wasn’t on board that torpedo boat. The enemy is greed, avarice, usury, falsification incarnate in a group of unpleasant persons WHOM your intelligentzia, or your bloomsbury, or your professoriate, seems curiously unwilling to look at in the open light. ALLergic to all symptoms and indications. Allergic to justice whatever the other party in lite has interests opposed to what you have been taught were your own, but which sometimes WERE not.

FOR 25 years it has been apparent, and I dare say plenty of Europeans saw it before then, it has been apparent that the world could only be saved by a conspiracy of intelligent men, and that they would have to conspire AGAINST the Normans, the Sieffs and the Goldsmids, together with the minor lice over in Paris, the Iazards, Mandels and the rest of ’em.

AND your tolerated writers, your half witted socialists, your publicists, your Garvins, Beaverbunks, and the rest of ’em did NOT join such a conspiracy. You are barkin’ up the wrong tree, and your bite has not proved very toothy, not if measured by Axis and Tripartite standards. Your smell, as caricatured in the Japanese papers, a couple of young ladies holding their noses. You are almost qualifying for ostracism. You can not, oh hell, you can’t believe THAT.

You are such nice mannered people (when eh … nothing annoys you). Or as Charles Ricketts said: “No, people who are doing something for the world have NOT nice manners” (His own were a bit slinky). He continued: “The people who have these nice manners are the people the world is doing something FOR.”

Well how far off that seems, Ricketts and Shannon, the Haken [?] press printing the works of Laforgue in the ‘90s. Alice in Wonderland, Mr. Cole, the denizens of the New Statesman and Nation. Don’t believe me get the old copies, back from the lost era of January or February 1942, that is the year current.

Pomp of power, and so forth. When, gol drat it, WHEN you are wrong, when your chief ape has been wrong time and time over, does IT never enter your noddles, or noodles, to look for the source of error? Does it never begin to strike you that Margot Asquith is being unconsciously humorous when she writes— —. If you hadn’t been bred out of all thoroughness, if your thoroughbreds hadn’t been decimated in three wars one after another, ALL [for the] power of Jewry, all piling up debt and debt interest. Repudiations, repudiations of debt, enormous burdens of tax needed according to your LYING and treacherous lackeys and professors and so called economists for service, or interest payment on DEBT, public, national, municipal and the rest of it.

COULD have been drug to the present pass. Would none of you have had the civic guts, the intellectual sphincter strength to organize SOMEthing, anything against Churchill’s creditors? And the owners of BOTH your out-in-front parties? Morrison is a pup no cleaner than Winston, and just as fanciful and Mr. G.D. Hell Cole.

And as for your relations with the Arabian, Persian, and Mohammedan peoples? I trust none of my dearer friends are in service on those torrid frontiers.

For one drop of sincerity, for one voice on your air to say that the Emperor is NOT wearing clothes!

Yes, you will be left with the land of your island. Lymington and a few others may start a new hive. But you will have a very large population [and] no land space, unless you make some arrangement to ship a good deal of it out to Rhodesia. The question remains whether you will take measure to SELECT the stock that is to remain in old England. To see to it that the ENGLISH remain and the Yiddish go forth to Bolivia or wherever. And you will NOT do it on usury, you will not do it in contempt of all ethics, or of all fair knowledge of the nature of money, numisma.

A small state, a fascist state unless you like Stalin. That last phrase is not serious. England will NOT build tomorrow on the work system of the Stalin canal, but that will be thru no fault of Sieff, Goldsmid,— —You will have to lay off your trappings, you will have to study new hygiene, you will have to give back their naturalization papers to the sweepings of Europe.

Let the Jews BUY a national home somewhere in your ruins. They have sold a good deal of Africa into serfdom; and NOT been nice to the ENGLISH who ventured on WORKING there, who went there to raise crops of food stuff. The usury system is unpleasant. The world is almightily ONTO that system. The Bürgermaster of Worgl, or in other words, common honesty, is of more use to Tomorrow’s England than all the gold of the Indies or all the opium of the Sassoon, and the consequent revenues, concerning which Bobble Cecil can or should by now be able to supply ample details.

The effect of the B.B.C. transmissions is that, in the whole pack of their transmitters, there is no one who dares mention the Jewish problem, Brain Trust included. Probably lose their jobs if they tried, and what can be expected from a profession with Shaw and Wells at the top who think 24 hours a day of their incomes and of the truth at spare moments? Only England dare not mention the expulsion of Jews by Maria Theresa, nor England’s blackmail of Maria Theresa, nor the Jews’ relations with Cromwell. American radio is silent, partly from ignorance, the poor hicks just don’t know any history, though a gang of foolish youngmen had the exuberance to get jailed for plotting to bump off all the Jew members of Congress. Had they succeeded, such is the American gangster and anarchist psychology that the only comment inside the United States would have been “and a damn good thing too.” (With echos in unspeaking England.) The only place where anyone would have been shocked is in Italy, where there is a millennial conservatism and a prejudice against— —.

My friend F. Whiteside never tired of a very well known story of Chase and Whistler. For those of you to whom Chase’s name is unfamiliar one may as well say that Whistler was a painter of very great talent. He had limitations, his drawing bothered him, some of his paint has now sunk into the canvas and the nuances he so labored may not last forever, but he was certainly one of the ornaments of his time, and with Henry James the two Americans who lit up the horizon of American youth at the turn of the century, and certainly some of his work will give joy to the elite as long as the canvas or paper remains.

Whereas Chase was, in painting, the equivalent of Harper’s monthly magazine, Chase returned to the American like Howells, but on one occasion he disagreed with Jimmy, and on being kidded, he broke off: “I won’t argue with you any longer.” To which Mr. Whistler with weary patience: “But, Chase, I am NOT arguing with you. I am just telling you.”

The Chinese have a more monumental exposition of the same theme: In evil time the sage can enjoy his own wisdom; when the land is well governed, the people benefit from his instructions.

Now apart from any national talents that I may or may not possess I have, first in poesy, and then in economics, which is one of the components of history, spent considerable more time and thought, and I do enjoy or suffer a thirst for knowledge which is, to put it mildly, above the common.

You are in a bloody mess. Bloody in more senses than that word has in British jargon. You are in a bloody MESS. Who got you there? Why did he do it? Does he know why he did it? Does he know HOW he dit it?

You have all of you been chicken-headed, frivolous, etc. You don’t even know whether your various races of European origin will or CAN survive on a continent that has seen the fade-out of Mayas and Aztecs. And you have an ORGANIZED minority of a different race amongst you. A race that never tires, a race possessed of subcrocodilian vitality. And the lively lizard is “on this earth very antient” as huddy (W.H. Hudson) remarks of the condor and other predatory foul of the Andes.

AXIOM. Against an organized force of four or more, probably EIGHT million, a hundred individuals can NOT prevail until ORGANIZED. The sporadic efforts of a few excited young men are no use. The dilettante velleities of a few theorists are NO use. And the rest of the inhabitants of the United States can organize on ONE basis only, namely, that on which Europe has finally been constrained to organize its rebellion against the pervasive the ubiquitous Yidd. Pacts may be signed between the Pennsylvania Deitsch and the scrawny New Englander of British or Anglo-Scotch origin, but on no basis save that of race, and of allied more or less consanguineous races can you cohere.

You have, as opposed to any such projected order not merely the 4 or 8 million kikes in New York and points penetrated already. [From] New York to San Diego or wherever the pan hebe, the world Jewry, has set up a radio. Which is bloody well more than the rebellious British reformers were able to do in England during the four years before the betrayal of the British race by Churchill and Eden.

That being the vital point in the German program and the press being in the hands of kikery (high kike) and the subjugated servants of Jewry, some possibly only 1/2 or 1/3 conscious of what they were up to.

Religious base, no use; has been exploited. History of massacres re theology points [to the] downfall of Byzantium, as LONG as it was possible to stir up war on religious basis; that label was used to stir up strife.

Tacitus: Jews back, of persecution of early Christians. Fights in church between iconoclasts and the religious part of the church, down to the Germanic wars of religion. With the quite simple advice of the opponents, i.e. Jews, to THEIR component members; to GET into the church; get into the church, get into the prebends; to take holy orders and corrupt the church from inside (documented). Till you get the almost perfect instrument, Luther, both religious fanatic (on the question of the trinity, etc.) and a very good politician, rebelling against being taxed by an ecciesiast central; already corrupted, and fallen into the hands of a banking family.

Religious base, no USE, that is written and proved over and over in European history which you do ill to ignore. Church split into fragments on one hand; and then any diplomatic representative of a foreign race can SO easily go thru the motions of getting converted. Nothing new about that and the thin veil of observance, torn off in a jiffy whenever it seemed opportune even after centuries of pretending. No, no great hoax, that of combatting on religious base. Simple-minded European tribesmen fell for it, were weakened during about 1600 years, continual attrition. Wonder we’re here at all. Must be something tough in European and Mediterranean fibre.

As to effects on, let us take a test tube specimen, France. According to some reckoning France had 38% of the population of the great powers in Louis XIV’s time, 27% in 1789 and has 13% at present. I don’t know just what powers are included in those figures, but on whatever calculation it has been made, it indicates a DECLINE.

Anyhow, religious basis NO use. What CAN you organize on?

Can’t move ’em with a cold thing like economics. Marx advised fighting on economic basis. I still meet people who fall for that bit of eminently semitic strategy. For ONE HUNDRED years, simpletons and inexperienced young men have tried AS, damn it, my friends, of a dozen sects, economic sects; I tried ever since my kitten of mind got its eyes half open. And what came of it? Five thousand in prison, Wörgl, Alberta.

Yes, yes, we lily-livered humanitarians fussed ’round wantin’ to cure the evil by honest accountancy; and we did NOT prevent this war.

I think my most obtuse opponent, or my most enthusiastic opponent, or Frankies’ most faithful UNhappy warrior Archie MacLeish will admit that the reformers, the monetary reformers, the men who wanted honest functioning of the treasuries and of finance in England and America, did NOT prevent this war. (And damn lucky if they stave off the next one.) Oh yes, the kahal makes ’em in series. SERIES technocracy, why waste the plant on ONE world calamity? The last one was nearly a world war.

The Talmud announced destruction of 75% of the goy. Yes, brother you have an OPPONENT. And what CAN you rely on? Dan Boone out shootin’ squirrels. Hit ’em in the eye every time, but the Boone era, Daniel Boone era, has gone forever. The Boone era seems to have got mislaid for the moment. Prosperity has went, it has vamoosed. We wipp, nichishin, chippewa language has vanished with the pure injun dialects. Even the mixed idiom such as “que voulex you buju, nicichin” is no longer current on the Canadian frontier. And Henry James already noticed a change in New York phonetics.

On the seventh day gawd rested. I noted THAT even in [the] days of the Little Review. Either the European stock now resident in North America ORGANIZES or it sinks still deeper into the morass of high kikery. Its ideals and ideas have WENT. The structure of the Anglo-American landwidg is kufuzzled.

About 20 lost men in the United States DID notice the race problem, if not in time, at least in time to be read by Europeans who were really thinking about the WAY OUT. Undoubtedly it is pleasant to think that IF you get rid of capital system the Jew becomes harmless. That was oily Marx’s bait, and what happens is the Stalin canal.

A FAKE elimination of capitalism, an attack of ALL civilization, even as much as had leaked into Russia. An attack on property, that is on private ownership of LAND, plows and bathtubs, but the USURER left in command. Not only have the nice and polite amongst us who TRIED to reform the hell of the stinking capitalist, i.e., usury world, by honest accountancy, monetary and economic reform been shown up as ABSolootly incapable of gathering a mass of adherents powerful enough to DO anything, let alone resist a barbarian avalanche. BUT when capitalism has been dethroned etc. Slobody, Slobody for the fishes, open the fish breedin’ tanks, in Slavic enthusiasm. That elimination of so called “capitalism” is merely used as a flail, a steamroller to crush out the rest of the non-chewish world, that is as much of it as it could ever run, in collusion with the decrepit, syphilitic, Sassonic, beCecil’s sewage and mould of the British plutocracy.

The rot eating in since Cromwell, since the Constantinopolitan kikes were so INTerested in that damn hypocrite that they sent over an embassy to see if Cromwell was their Messiah. Much more in their line than the young fellow from Nazareth. I am not arguing, I am just telling you. One of these days you will have to start thinking about the problem of race, BREED, preservation.

I do NOT like to think of my race as going toward total extinction, NOR into absolute bondage.

The Cincinnati etc. erred from snobbery. They did not in George Washington’s time organize on racial basis. No one thought of it, no one could have then thought of it. There WAS a racially homogeneous population in the newly freed colonies. Certain privileges were dear to the privileged. Snobbism is NOT conservative. Fashion is not conservative. La Mode, etc. is a ramp. Cf. with Hungarian and Roumanian peasant linen, one shirt or blouse lasts a life time, indestructable as real Chinese silk, “no can tear.”

That is what the advertising trade diddles you out of and you will have to think about Race.

Had I the tongue of men and angels I should be unable to make sure that even the most faithful listeners would be able to hear and grasp the whole of a series of my talks.

That is the disadvantage of the radio form, and heaven knows when I shall be able to print these texts in book or books available to the American and English public. Book implying that [the] reader CAN, when he wishes, look back, take up the statement of the preface, see where Chapter X hitches onto Chapter I. Nevertheless you may as well make the effort to grasp at least the fact that there IS a sequence in what I am saying, and that the conversation of February coheres with that of April. And if you, you in Iowa, Wyoming, Connecticut, DON’T make that effort, if you don’t listen and TRY to get [the] main threads and cables of what I am telling you, you will lose time.

Just as the writers who did NOT read the Little Review lost time. Many never made it up. There is no one of any literary size, or even pretenions among you who hasn’t by now read the Little Review authors, or authors formed by the Little Review authors. Authors indebted to the Little Review and to its authors for their force, their take off, the initial jab that set ’em off.

Pity is that many got only a fragmentary view. Joyce and not Eliot, Eliot not W. Lewis. I hear a million Americans have taken advantage of Mr. Hemmingway’s last production, and so they ought to. TWO million ought to read it (probably … I haven’t yet seen a copy but that is due to conditions of Atlantic transport).

PITY is that there is so much else, so much essential else that they are unblissfully UNaware of. And I honestly do not know where they can get essential parts of that else, except from my broadcasts. And out of them, out of these talks, the young men in England and America will have to build their souls, or at least their minds for tomorrow, or LOSE time, never get into life at all.

They will not be tomorrow’s Hemingways, or even today’s Clark Gables. They will be just shelved, left on the cupboard floor, this way inglorious and ungloried, back numbers before they are dated. Like neo-Georgians who read Mr. Eliot 15 or 26 years late, and tried to cut little nitches in his umbrageous cathedral, mouse holes in his choir stall.

And after a hundred broadcasts it is STILL hard to know where to begin. There is so MUCH that the United States does not know. This war is [the] fruit of such vast incomprehensions, such tangled ignorance, so many strains of unknowing.

I am held up, enraged, by the delay needed to change a typing ribbon, so much is there that OUGHT to be put into the young American head. Don’t know which, what to put down, can’t write two scripts at once. NECESSARY facts, ideas, come in pell-mell. I try to get too much into ten minutes. Condensed form O.K. in book, saves eyesight, reader can turn back, can look at a summary. Mebbe if I had more sense of form, legal training, God knows what, could get the matter across the Atlantic, or the bally old channel. Art, economics, pathology. You need to know MORE about all of ’em. Need to GIT out of this war, need to stay out of, or prevent the next one, need to change the stinkin’ old system.

ROT in art, art as pathology, university delays. How come class war? What is it the professors don’t know? Got to choose between two or four subjects or I will git nothing over in any one talk. Very well. I will start on: How come. Two bits of ignorance that have recently been rubbed into me by a mob or congress of professorial persons. NO … let’s start on something that HAS been discussed IN America for twenty years, 30 years, Doctor looks at literature. All this quite silly talk about the diseased mind back of modern painting.

It bored me like hell. It was mostly poor stuff. BUT the fault lay in its limitation AS criticism, not in the main worry that caused half educated medicos to go into it. What was wrong with the criticism was lack of proportion.

HEALTH is MORE interesting than disease. Health is TOTAL. Beauty is MORE interesting than distortion.

We have most of us been buffaloed, or at any rate the intelligentsia is mostly an ass. NOT from having no brains, but simply from partialism in the original sense of that word. Intelligentsia is mostly a nuisance because it runs on snobisms and fragments.

At [the] age of 15 a consumptive gave me a copy of Salomé with Beardsley’s illustrations. I cut ’em out, they were so ugly. But for more than ten years of my life I considered this an act of genuine fanaticism. I came to see the … damn it all, call ’em merits of Beardsley’s distortions.

GROANS from the effete, elite and superior sophomores.

Later a distorted but amiable female presented me coyly with an inferior Beardsley, that is, a volume of distortions by a pink nailed esthete. The significance of THAT act was apparent even to me. I don’t think it was conscious on her part. The book probably gave her relief or comfort that she could not have derived from Praxiteles or Botticelli. At any rate I was older, and the drawings weren’t even good Beardsley. AND I wasn’t interested in pathology. So I have never mentioned the incident before.

The medicos who started worrying about the disease behind modern art were right. That is, they were RIGHT to worry. They were mostly silly in their statements of detail, and this was due to ignorance, lack of cultural heritage. But they were on the right line.

I affirm that future art criticism will be able to tell the component of usury tolerance. How far the TOLERANCE of usury prevailed, or did not prevail when a given picture was painted. Sense of design, precision of LINE, will give way to interest in detail. Suggestion of luxury will augment as people lose an ethical basis of life, as they lose passion for justice, love of real distinction between one idea and another. Diagnosis will replace love, analysis will give way to squalor. There are steps and slopes downward toward Avernus, falsification will enter. Honest men, when a dogma or style has been falsified, will turn analytic. They will be partial, the first ones emphatic and vigorous. They will aim, that is, the best ones will aim at health.

For example, Manet, fed up with falsification of color in painting, Manet reduced to analysis of light and color. Both making distinct contributions to world art. Manet one of the world’s greatest.

But what is temperament in a sound man becomes by excess, disease in a weak man. Unbalance, hard to divide at certain point, and if one drifts with the current, one grows tolerant first of weakness, and then accustomed to weakness, and then plops into squalor.

Mediterranean sanity and beauty, order. TO KALON, the world was saner when the cult of ugliness did NOT engage the attentions of anyone.

I know all about chocolate box, pseudo beauty, etc. BUT a deflection of the AIM is a decadence. It is a false ripening, it is green fruit going rotten. Beardsley was a sick man, knew he had to make a name quick if he wanted to make it. Personal wish, NOT belief in what art is or ought to be. Knew he hadn’t time to learn to PAINT. HIS sane youthful impulse was to pre-Raphealite beauty. Early drawings, Burne-Jones, that’s what he WANTED.

Yeats asked him why he hadn’t stuck to it. Beardsley was no slouch, he was a courageous invalid. He was a heroic invalid, up to the point of his force. He didn’t lie to himself nor to his friends in private. He answered:

Beauty is so DIFFICULT.

We have all seen the cult of beauty turn to slop. Esthete: an artist who won’t take pains, who will NOT face the work needed to paint a good picture, or write a good novel or poem. All fragmentary, nothing total. And the GREAT perversion, the great decadence, when the painting is made to sell, when the artist stops wanting to live. Worth his hire, MUST eat, but EAT secondary AS desire, to will to paint, or to make. Then to git rich, that is the END, the absoloot end of a painter. Few men can resist the lure, we all like comfort. That is my weakness and I have seen men who can do without it. I know no American will much believe that, and some of the men who can do without it are lunatics and fanatics. And snobbism doth make coneys of them all. So far as I know, nobody else had the courage to point out that the German pavilions at the Binennale di Venezia four years ago was the best. All the little daubers in the shops, doing Monet and Renoir 60 years late were shocked by the hardness of outline. It was almost the only pavilion not rotted with slobber, some more, some less.

The futurist rooms are always an affirmation of propaganda that could get along by itself without any painting whatever. I mean the main line of futurist propaganda is an idea, the painting an adjunct. An adjunct that proves the idea has other dimensions than the merely ideologic. It is a good idea, it is NOT a WHOLE idea. But it needs plastic expression: it has imperfect plastic expression, which is a sign of its force. But it does NOT arise from a plastic need.

Health is CRUEL, or rather health is often accompanied by what seems cruelty to the baccillus. The man who is totally healthy don’t worry about baccillae. He isn’t perpetually surrounded by patent medicines, bottles of disinfectant.

For God’s sake LOOK at your art. When art is subordinate to the picture dealer, the museum in the United States gets what is LEFT after the European connoisseur has taken the pick of the billing.

Ezra Pound speaking.

I know I haven’t got very far in this talk, so wait for the next one. HEALTH, damn it, think about HEALTH in the interim.

HEALTH! I said health, last time. Don’t you let anyone kid you out of it. Don’t let ’em kid you out of looking for health in art. I am now goin’ on to: How come.

CAPITAL does NOT come exclusively from labor. Not one man in a hundred EVEN in Europe has digested that truth and its implications. But what happens when a man who is living on the part of capital that does NOT come from labor first finds out what he is doin’? He gets scared as hell. He starts trying to conceal the cause of his privilege. HE starts the class war; class war does NOT come from the bottom. The man who is doing an honest day’s work feels his strength. He feels the justice of drawin’ his pay. And until he’s nearly starved, until he is worried to death by fear of losin’ his job, you cannot get him to DO anything at all about what is taken off him. Nothing is rarer than a peasant revolt. Save in the most atrocious circles. The peasant never does more than grumble a bit, he never bothered about his overlord gettin’ something. So long as he ate he was happy. And LONG after he ceased to get a just portion of the returns from his own labor, he was certainly wholly innocuous.

What happens on the other side? MAN finds he hasn’t justice on his side, and gets a panic. He sets up university chairs in economics to bamboozle the public. And this he does from sheer lack of culture. The concept of the cultural heritage took a long time to crystallize. The phrase is fairly new. I don’t recall a CLEAR formulation of it in pre-Douglasite writing. It is latent in medieval terminology, but that terminology was invalidated when the so-called aristocracy came to include such a vast mess of what was anything but the best. Aristocracies ROT, they fall under usurocracy. That is their pathology, their slop-down, their decadence. Now in spite of lean years, and how, I have always enjoyed a large share of privilege. Got stocked up with University advantages. [Great?] deal of mental pleasure. Always could bask in the best of what had been written and thought. That was nice for me, and it delayed my public utility for a decade. I had a nice time, but I contributed singularly little to curin’ the world’s diseases. I don’t ’spose I worsened ’em any. Let me keep to the rich man’s panic, the bourgeois panic. This panic starts when he begins not to KNOW. Lord it don’t start as a clear perception. He begins to smell that CAPITAL comes from something that isn’t an honest day’s work. And he is scared out of his pantelettes at the idea of what it would mean to him if he had ONLY what he could earn doing a workman’s work. Knowing he couldn’t do it anyhow.

It takes a Whistler to reply to old Eden’s lawyers, “NO, not for an half hour’s work, for the knowledge of a lifetime.” But the cultural heritage is NOT merely the piled up skill of a master craftsman. You can’t think clearly or see clearly till you get WORK into THREE brackets. The work a man does today. The anterior work that piles up into SKILL (material skill, handcraft, hand sleight, knowledge, discrimination.) And the WORK done by men, now dead. Work done by the family, by the race, before you started workin’ or loafin’. An instinct for the justice of the claims of ANTERIOR work leads to the craftsman’s pride. It leads to family pride, and that ROTS when the man or family loses the passion for justice.

Man with passion for justice, or even a sense of justice, or an uneasiness about the existence of justice, starts rootin’ round, starts trying to delimit the claims of the three orders of WORK: 1) work today, 2) work yesterday by the folk who are still livin’, 3) work by the departed. And ONLY on that basis can you have sane law and society. But I have sat in on a professorial conference of several hundred persons, and not three of ’em had any glimmer of this simple tripartite division.

ALL purchasing power does NOT come from labor. All real wealth comes from natural resources PLUS labor. The shyster wants to hog natural resources, and sweat the hide of labor. That is the cause of unpleasantness. There is no wangle or dirty wheeze that the shyster won’t think up and use to get a monopoly, to violate the just price, to keep labor sweatin’. And the shyster is pizin’. He is the sworn blasphemer, false swearin’ and cheatin’ FOE to all labor, past, present, and labor to come. And you better discover this. You better kick him out of your hemisphere. You better invent some bug poison that will eliminate him from your system.

That’s what non-shyster Europe is drivin’ at. The shyster got hold of Russia. He sweat the hide off of labor, he built the Stalin canal, and I advise all readers of the N.Y. Herald to GET the official reports of the treatment of human MATERIAL, carloads of “human material” dumped into the making of the Stalin canal.

One kind of shyster succeeds another: shyster penetrates ANY organization, church or state for the sake of livin’ on the Purchasing Power that DON’t come from labor. Shyster joins EVERY new movement so as to be there when it gets big and to be at the exploitin’ position. Gangster shysters, medieval orders of chivalry rose to combat the gangster, to combat universal brutality and injustice in range of the individual knight. Or the body of chivalry rose to an idea. With these two forces, i.e., gangsterism AND chivalry, the feudal system developed. As law it was a RESPONSIBLE system. The DUTIES of the overlord were enormous. They required DISTRIBUTION of wealth. Naturally this annoyed greedy overlords, and weak overlords, and the shyster entered the system. Ready to sweat out taxes, to sweat the hide off of labor, and to collect money interest. In fact the shyster is always a rent collector. And the worm ate into the fruit. Reniou, provençal word meanin’ interest on lent money. Gangster barons kept and lent all right whenever they could so wangle it. Greed, violence, nothing new about vices. When the two had rotted the world long enough, there came an explosion. The difference between OUR American Revolution and the French was enormous. OURS rose with the perception that dead men do not EAT. That is, with a perception that there is a just limit to the rights of work done by men [who] have ceased to breath. Jefferson said it: the earth belongs to the living. As He did not say: the earth belongs to idiots. But on the other hand, he did not clearly assert that the management of the earth requires the intelligence of men who are prepared, and FITTED to govern. An assault on mortal man, an assault on the exaggerated privileges accorded to the whims and greeds of the dead was NEEDED. It came.

Naturally the Revolution was betrayed. BUT it lasted sixty years. Or rather the government set up on that basis lasted 60 years. Count it longer dependin’ on when you count the start of our revolution as from 1776 or 1750? Or 60? The French revolution flopped in a hurry. The Napoleonic dream was not merely a dream of conquest. To witness the CODE, code Napoleon, Napoleon’s law code. Desire for justice, Mediterranean sense of justice. But a lot of good sense got lost. The guilds, the anti-trade or ganizations, with their grades of apprenticage, got chucked into the discard. They were NOT 100% innocent. Against the feudal greed, trade greed developed. Nevertheless the guilds left a dream. Left THEIR code of sanity, code of sense, necessity of order and preparation.

There is now a new code in Italy. STUDY it. Is it better than Napoleon’s anti-feudal, anti-privilege demonstration? It is a matter of interest, something you ought to know You ought NOT to be in this war and that CODE is a proof of it. Proof of what you are fightin’, but that you DO NOT know you are fightin’. All the hopes of Ruskin and William Morris, work being done, work done by men still livin’, work done by the departed. includin’ in the latter two brackets ALL the masterwork, all the cathedrals in Romanesque style, and in Gothic. (The first lot the more satisfactory.) Henry Adams got to Chartres. Ought to have seen San Zeno, and Cathedral of Modena. All the best work of the great authors, all the best painting. All that has place and right, has its rights in corporate order.

And the shyster is out against it. Against all order, all beauty. Against all work? And you ought NOT to be on the side of the shyster.

Prof. Laski out of the Talmud by the beast of a thousand legs, usura, pulling the legs of a couple of simple hearted blokes named White and T. Young. Such was the Freedom Forum of the B.B.C.: White and Young for the classics, etc. apparently NOT knowing the protocols and not seeing Laski ONE hundred percent Talmud, wanting to annihilate all history, substitute programs of the future precisely to PREVENT the masses or any one else learning LIFE as recorded in Demosthenes.

I.e. the effect of kikery, the Talmud, the perpetual forgeries in bamboozling simple-minded Saxons. The classicist NOT realizing that Latin went on being written after the demise of the Roman Age and that Salmasius wrote it.

The London School of Economics does not want to teach history but conceal it as the Whig endowments concealed it, wants to prevent a knowledge of PRECISE problems, such as interest on money, the way it is made. All specific issues to be shelved in generalities such as the forum ran on about May 29th.

Then when White, I think it was, came back about the labor leaders trying to get a culture to equal or at least ersatz the classics, what does he trot out but the Bible, meaning the Protestant Old Testament, choked to the eyes with Jew mentality; and Milton, another already poisoned from the same source.

The really super naiveté of the poor old gents, dealing with the cockatrice, and NOT recognizing that ALL Laski’s program IS the Protocols, whoever wrote them, i.e., whoever garbled that particular form of Talmudism in order to claim later that it was a forgery, and the kike is slandered.

Why don’t the gents, still let on the British air, listen to some of the poison that accompanies their song and dance in foreign tongues, exhortations to assassinate in three languages; while tender messages to the kiddies in Canada float on the ambient, in the most chocolate box accents: oh quaite Engliash, while the yittisch female, claiming to pee vrfence entuneth in her nose-full tunefully about Hun consfiscations of Rothschild’s embezzled tapestries and bibelots in the occupied territories, with no reference [to] the French background, as say available in Drumont du Camp, or the Goncourt.

By May 30, we say that England’s only hope was in a few Yiddish assassins. Not only the last youpine whom the mild English accept as French, not only the ghetto sweepings, but right up to Westmonster itself, the dirty voice of Walter Elliot, like a bit of yesterday, day before yesterday’s salad dressing left on a plate, unsound but still creamy.

Westminster, the tocsin, for a few attentats— —. No proposal of military action. ELLIOT encouraging the duped workers in the belief that a Paris riot will save England. Well, what about the Rothschild money in Skoda? Did THAT save Europe OR England? Disgust and tragedy. YOUR tragedy is that your able bodied men were killed in the last war. PUSHED into war by the financier whose race is not uniformally 100% British. The men who ought to KICK out your Walt Elliots, your Priestlies, were killed in the first three months of 1914. Noticed it in Paris literary life, in another way. No elders the young could respect. That is the way the alien race wormed into the system. Kills off not only a government system but the race itself. It has taken my generation the whole of its time, 1910 to 1940, to discover the meaning, I mean down to [the] bottom of the word corruption, social corruption, corruption of a race and of national order. The continent is a few decades ahead, France is in decay, the French have been studying the effect of Jews on France for over 50 years. Germans found out what it meant, reacted, serious STUDY of the Jew AS problem.

No longer haphazard programs. Serious study of what Dr. Laski means, I don’t mean what Laski tells you, but of the phenomena, PENETRATION by Talmudic tendencies, bacilliae carried by a particular hostile, but whining race, humiliation doctrine, doctrines of humiliation, doctrines of shame, none of your Aquinas, santo atleta, as Dante called him. None of your Christianity conceived as intense luminous thought. The tensity that built the romanesque cathedrals, none in what is called romanesque style: duomo di Modena to St. Hillaire of Poiters,

Mr. BowWowWow Steed in his dotage, saying that it will be a WIND, really!! For 25 years Steed has resisted abundance economy, derided, refused to read economics; and now he hears it from Perkins, that AFTER the War, after the Jews get control again, Geneva at 60% usury; interest on real deposits, then the old bleeders will all be Christ child, and Santy Claus.

Really ENGland needs something younger, something that WILL answer straight questions, re economic control. The slavery that Europe will NOT reaccept is slavery to the money monopolists, with no race, or no avowable race. Mouse nose or hwousse hnosse Hwood: or was it Falls telling us the Kharkov battle wasn’t sufficiently serious, and the Germans forced to bulge out their line at both ends, eventually incurring the risk of encircling the Hroosians, a tactic or strategy which he deplored, hephlored, and so on.

As to the really good historical, reconstructions. NO one despises your Wilberforces, BUT they have been dead for some time. Their modern equivalents are NOT on the BBC. NOR are they respected in England to the point of giving them any power. Sierra Leone does not excuse Smuts, nor the DEBeers, nor the exploitation of English colonists IN Africa, by a government, local, colonial entirely in the hands of the kikes.

The example of France, the example of Poland, apparently taught England nothing. The weekly “Truth” nibbles at an edge, corruption of France, a by-word, but meant nothing. La vie de Bohème, romanticized. You make normal conditions, family, etc., impossible BY economic pressure, and THEN preach, is no use.

The ROMANCE of La Bohème was that a few individuals of high sensibility are forced into poverty. IN those impossible conditions, the fineness still persists, or the consumptive simulacrum of refinement, not from desire toward eccentricity but they wear picturesque clothes, because these are the only clothes they can get, or what chance has thrown them. Then all that is falsified, vide W. Lewis’ continual harping on the APing of la Bohème by the rich. Also the artists “dare” wear ’em, those clothes, because no clerk in an office, no office boy (remaining office boy till age of 40 or 60) would be allowed to wear ’em.

The CONtrast of the refinement with the need gives the romantic formula but does NOT make the accidents of la Bohème a NORM of life, as which the false romanticism set it up.

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