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The Pentecost Of Calamity
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“It has been the custom heretofore to take off passengers and crew…. But a submarine … cannot do it. The submarine is a frail craft and may easily be rammed, and a speedy ship is capable of running away from it.”
No more than the dwarf has Germany any conception what such candid words reveal of herself to ears outside her Teutonic wall–that she has walked back to the morality of the Stone Age and made ancient warfare more hideous through the devices of modern science.
Thus her Nemesis is to misunderstand the world. She blundered as to what Belgium would do, what France would do, what Russia would do; and she most desperately blundered as to what England would do. And she expected American sympathy.
Summarized thus, the Prussianizing of Germany seems fantastic; fantastic, too, and not of the real world, the utter credulity, the abject, fervent faith of the hypnotized young men. Yet here are a young German’s recent words. I have seen his letter, written to a friend of mine. He was tutor to my friend’s children. Delightful, of admirable education, there was no sign in him of hypnotism. He went home to fight. There he inhaled afresh the Prussian fumes. Presently his letter came, just such a letter as one would wish from an ardent, sincere, patriotic youth–for the first pages. Then the fumes show their work and he suddenly breaks out in the following intellectual vertigo:
“Individual life has become worthless; even the uneducated men feel that something greater than individual happiness is at stake, and the educated know that it is the culture of Europe. By her shameless lies and cold-blooded hypocrisy England has forfeited her claim to the title of a country of culture. France has passed her prime anyway, your country is too far behind in its development, the other countries are too small to carry on the heritage of Greek culture and Christian faith–the two main components of every higher culture to-day; so we have to do it, and we shall do it–even if we and millions more of us should have to die.”
There you have it! A cultivated student, a noble nature, a character of promise, Prussianized, with millions like him, into a gibbering maniac, and flung into a caldron of blood! Could tragedy be deeper? Goethe’s young Wilhelm Meister thus images the ruin of Hamlet’s mind and how it came about: “An oak tree is planted in a costly vase, which should only have borne beautiful flowers in its bosom; the roots expand and the vase is shattered.” Thus has Prussia, planted in Germany, cracked the Empire.
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And now we are ready for the Prussian Creed. The following is an embodiment, a composite statement, of Prussianism, compiled sentence by sentence from the utterances of Prussians, the Kaiser and his generals, professors, editors, and Nietzsche, part of it said in cold blood, years before this war, and all of it a declaration of faith now being ratified by action:
“We Hohenzollerns take our crown from God alone. On me the Spirit of God has descended. I regard my whole … task as appointed by heaven. Who opposes me I shall crush to pieces. Nothing must be settled in this world without the intervention … of … the German Emperor. He who listens to public opinion runs a danger of inflicting immense harm on … the State. When one occupies certain positions in the world one ought to make dupes rather than friends. Christian morality cannot be political. Treaties are only a disguise to conceal other political aims. Remember that the German people are the chosen of God.
“Might is right and … is decided by war. Every youth who enters a beer-drinking and dueling club will receive the true direction of his life. War in itself is a good thing. God will see to it that war always recurs. The efforts directed toward the abolition of war must not only be termed foolish, but absolutely immoral. The peace of Europe is only a secondary matter for us. The sight of suffering does one good; the infliction of suffering does one more good. This war must be conducted as ruthlessly as possible.