joeb Posted September 6, 2015 Share Posted September 6, 2015 This thread is about a book written by Rose Lane Wilder. She was a communist(read socialist for we know Marx and Engels were socialists and she was a Marxist) as a young woman for she bought into the deceptive argument that the collectivist movement was the 3rd leg of the fight for liberty. Her disillusionment with the movement came from her time spent in the eastern European area known as Georgia in the early 1900's. I'm going to post the intro to the book and part of the first chapter to give you an idea of what she has to say. I think it's an important read for anyone who wants to really understand the socialist/collectivist movement for it exposes its weaknesses thoroughly. Here's a link to a free copy of the book. You can get it in pdf or epub format. https://mises.org/library/give-me-liberty-0 Here's a link to her page on wikipedia. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rose_Wilder_Lane Notice in her first paragraph her description of life in the US under Woodrow Wilson. He is a hero of the American political left. It truly makes me scratch my head how anyone could have a positive view of the man. He was in essence a dictator who had secret police out listening to people talk and then arresting them for any speech he did not like. In GIVE ME LIBERTY, Rose Wilder Lane has expanded her sensational SaturdayEvening Post leading article, ”Credo." This was the first candid, personalaccount of the changing of an American’s mind, from an uncritical acceptance ofsocialist-communistiNew-Deal philosophy to an understanding of American values. To the many Americans who are still confused, and to all young Americans, Mrs.Lane’s experience is fascinating and profoundly helpful. She describes vividlyher friendliness with Communists in New York, her enlightening encounters withsocialist bureaucracies in Europe, and her observations and discussions withsimple villagers and primitive communists in Russia during the early years ofthe Soviet regime. One finds laughter, surprise, excitement, and shock in thispersonal story. It will grip and hold any reader’s interest. As one reads on, the deeper meaning emerges. The conflict between the Old World’sancient and now reactionary collectivism and America’s new and uniqueindividualism becomes clear. Mrs. Lane and her readers come to understand therarity and the supremely precious values of the personal freedom which onlyAmericans have ever known, the freedom which we have foolishly taken forgranted, and which we could lose. GIVE ME LIBERTY IN 1919 I was a communist. My Bolshevik friends of those days are scattered now;some are bourgeois, some are dead, some are in China and Russia, and I did notknow the last American chiefs of the Third International, who now officiallyembrace Democracy. They would repudiate me even as a renegade comrade, for I wasnever a member of The Party. But it was merely an accident that I was not. In those days immediately after the first world war it was not prudent toadvocate fundamental changes in America. The cry was, ”If you don’t like thiscountry, go back where you came from!" I had friends, patriotic Americans fromAmerican families as old as my own, who had been tried and sentencedto twenty years’ imprisonment for editing a magazine friendly to the Russianexperiment. Ships lay with steam up and papers cleared, ready to whisk fromthese shores, without legal process or any opportunity for defense, groups ofsuspected radicals rounded up by agents of the Department of Justice. Policemenwere breaking down unlocked doors, smashing innocent furniture and, withsurprising lack of discrimination, beating up Russians who had fled fromcommunism because they didn’t like it. Amid all this hysteria and in quite real danger, Jack Reed was organizing theCommunist Party in America. I forget the precise locale of that historic scene, but I was there. Somewherein the slums of New York, a dirty stairway went up from the filthy sidewalk.Haggard urchins at the door offered communist publications for sale. The usualgaunt women were asking for help for someone’s legal defense. ”A dime, comrade?A nickel? Every penny counts now." We went up through the sluggish jostling on the stairs to the usual dingy roomwith the rented chairs, the slightly crooked posters on smudged walls, the smellof poverty and the hungry, lighted faces. All those meetings were the same, that winter. Their light seemed to come, notfrom the grudging bulbs that dangled from the ceiling, but from the faces. Ourpolice were shouting that communists were foreigners, and it was true that mostof the faces were foreign, and many of the voices. But these people had a visionthat seemed to me the American dream. They had followed it to America and theywere still following it; a dream of a new world of freedom, justice andequality. They had escaped from oppression in Europe, to exist in New York’s slums, towork endless hours in sweat shops and wearily study English at night. They werehungry and exhausted and exploited by their own people in this strange land, andto their dream of a better world which they did not hope to live long enough tosee, they gave the dimes they needed for food. I remember the room as a small room, with perhaps sixty men and women in it.There was an almost unbearable sense of expectancy, and a sense of danger. Themeeting had not begun. A few men gathered around Jack Reed were talkingearnestly, urgently. He caught sight of the man with me, and his tenseness brokeinto Jack Reed’s smile, more joyous than a shout. He broke loose from theothers, reached us in half a dozen strides and exclaimed, ”Are you with us!" ”Are you?" he repeated, expectant. But the question itself was a challenge. Thiswas a risky enterprise. ]ack Reed, as every communist knows, did not leave hisown country later; he escaped from it. Federal agents, raiding police, mightbreak in upon us at that moment. We knew this, and because I shared thecommunist dream I was prepared to take risks and also to submit to the rigorousparty discipline. But the man beside me began a vague discussion of tactics;evaded; hesitated; questioned and demurred; finally, with a disarming smile,doubted whether he should risk committing himself, his safety was to valuable toThe Cause. Jack Reed turned on his heel, saying, ”Oh, go to hell, you damncoward.” This brief scene had shown me my complete unimportance at the moment; Irepresented no group, carried no weight in that complex of theorists and ofleaders. I was merely an individual, just thenheartily in sympathy with Jack Reed’s words, and dazed by a miserable cold. Iwent home. The cold proved to be influenza; I nearly died, expenses overwhelmedme, I had to make my living, and before my health recovered I was in Europe. By so narrow a margin I was not a member of the Communist Party. Nevertheless, Iwas at heart a communist. Many regard the collectivist State, as I did, as an extension of democracy Inthis view, the picture is one of progressive steps to freedom. The first step wasthe Reformation; that won freedom of conscience. The second was the politicalrevolution; our American Revolution against an English king was part of that.This second step won for all western peoples varying degrees of politicalfreedom. Liberals have continued to increase that freedom by giving increasingpolitical power to The People. In the United States, for example, Liberalsgained equal suffrage, popular election of nearly all public officials, ini-tiative, referendum, recall, and the primaries. But now, we confront economic tyranny. Stated in its simplest terms, no man isfree whose very livelihood can be denied him, at another man’s will. The workeris a wage-slave. The final revolution, then, must capture economic control. I now see a dominant fallacy in that picture, and I shall point it out. But letit pass for the moment. There is another picture. This: Since the progress of science and invention enables us to produce more goodsthan we can consume, no one should lack any material thing. Yet we see on theone hand, great wealth in the hands of a few who, owning and controlling allmeans of production, own all the goods produced; on the other hand, we seemultitudes always relatively poor, lacking goods they could enjoy. Who owns this great wealth? The Capitalist. What creates wealth? Labor. How doesthe Capitalist get it? He collects a profit on all goods produced. Does theCapitalist produce anything? No; Labor produces everything. Then, if all workingmen, organized in trade-unions, compelled all Capitalists to pay in wages thefull value of their labor, they could buy all the goods produced? No, becausethe Capitalist adds his profit to the goods before he sells them. From this point of view, it is clear that the Profit System causes the injustice,the inequality, we see. We must eliminate profit; that is to say, we musteliminate the Capitalist. We will take his current profits, distribute hisaccumulated wealth, and ourselves administer his former affairs. The workers whoproduce the goods will then enjoy the goods, there will no longer be anyeconomic inequality, and we shall have such general prosperity as the world hasnever known. When the Capitalist is gone, who will manage production? The State. And what isThe State? The State will be the mass of the toiling workers. It was at this point that the first doubt pierced my Communist faith. Quote Liberty cannot be established without morality, nor morality without faith.Alexis de Tocqueville Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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