that kept the vastness of space, like a
monster, from pouncing upon
me were those good stout walls of mine, close to hand on every side.
Agoraphobia is a terrible
affliction. I have had little opportunity
to experience it, but from that little I can only conclude that
hanging is a far easier matter. . . .
I have just had a
hearty laugh. The prison doctor, a likable chap,
has just been in to have a yarn with me,
incidentally to
proffer me
his good offices in the matter of dope. Of course I declined his
proposition to "shoot me" so full of morphine through the night that
to-morrow I would not know, when I marched to the
gallows, whether I
was "coming or going."
But the laugh. It was just like Jake Oppenheimer. I can see the
lean keenness of the man as he strung the reporters with his
deliberate bull which they thought
involuntary. It seems, his last
morning, breakfast finished, incased in the shirt without a collar,
that the reporters, assembled for his last word in his cell, asked
him for his views on capital
punishment.
- Who says we have more than the slightest veneer of civilization
coated over our raw
savagery when a group of living men can ask such
a question of a man about to die and whom they are to see die?
But Jake was ever game. "Gentlemen," he said, "I hope to live to
see the day when capital
punishment is abolished."
I have lived many lives through the long ages. Man, the individual,
has made no moral progress in the past ten thousand years. I affirm
this
absolutely. The difference between an
unbroken colt and the
patient draught-horse is
purely a difference of training. Training
is the only moral difference between the man of to-day and the man
of ten thousand years ago. Under his thin skin of
morality which he
has had polished onto him, he is the same
savage that he was ten
thousand years ago. Morality is a social fund, an accretion through
the
painful ages. The new-born child will become a
savage unless it
is trained, polished, by the
abstractmorality that has been so long
accumulating.
"Thou shalt not kill"--piffle! They are going to kill me to-morrow
morning. "Thou shalt not kill"--piffle! In the shipyards of all
civilized countries they are laying to-day the keels of Dreadnoughts
and of Superdreadnoughts. Dear friends, I who am about to die,
salute you with--"Piffle!"
I ask you, what finer
morality is preached to-day than was preached
by Christ, by Buddha, by Socrates and Plato, by Confucius and
whoever was the author of the "Mahabharata"? Good Lord, fifty
thousand years ago, in our totem-families, our women were cleaner,
our family and group relations more
rigidly right.
I must say that the
morality we practised in those old days was a
finer
morality than is practised to-day. Don't
dismiss this thought
hastily. Think of our child labour, of our police graft and our
political
corruption, of our food adulteration and of our
slavery of
the daughters of the poor. When I was a Son of the Mountain and a
Son of the Bull, prostitution had no meaning. We were clean, I tell
you. We did not dream such depths of depravity. Yea, so are all
the
lesser animals of to-day clean. It required man, with his
imagination, aided by his
mastery of matter, to
invent the deadly
sins. The
lesser animals, the other animals, are
incapable of sin.
I read
hastily back through the many lives of many times and many
places. I have never known
cruelty more terrible, nor so terrible,
as the
cruelty of our prison
system of to-day. I have told you what
I have endured in the
jacket and in
solitary in the first
decade of
this twentieth century after Christ. In the old days we punished
drastically and killed quickly. We did it because we so desired,
because of whim, if you so please. But we were not hypocrites. We
did not call upon press, and
pulpit, and university to
sanction us
in our wilfulness of
savagery. What we wanted to do we went and
did, on our legs upstanding, and we faced all
reproof and
censure on
our legs upstanding, and did not hide behind the skirts of
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