Chapter V: The Ancient Grudge

It was in Broad Street, Philadelphia, before we went to war, that I

overheard the foolish--or propagandist--slur upon England in front of

the bulletin board. After we were fighting by England’s side for our

existence, you might have supposed such talk would cease. It did not.

And after the Armistice, it continued. On the day we celebrated as

“British Day,” a man went through the crowd in Wanamaker’s shop,

asking, What had England done in the War, anyhow? Was he a German, or

an Irishman, or an American in pay of Berlin? I do not know. But this I

know: perfectly good Americans still talk like that. Cowboys in camp do

it. Men and women in Eastern cities, persons with at least the external

trappings of educated intelligence, play into the hands of the Germany

of to-morrow, do their unconscious little bit of harm to the future of

freedom and civilization, by repeating that England “has always been our

enemy.” Then they mention the Revolution, the War of 1812, and England’s

attitude during our Civil War, just as they invariably mentioned these

things in 1917 and 1918, when England was our ally in a struggle (or

life, and as they will be mentioning them in 1940, I presume, if they

are still alive at that time).

Now, the Civil War ended fifty-five years ago, the War of 1812 one

hundred and five, and the Revolution one hundred and thirty-seven.

Suppose, while the Kaiser was butchering Belgium because she barred his

way to that dinner he was going to eat in Paris in October, 1914, that

France had said, “England is my hereditary enemy. Henry the Fifth and

the Duke of Wellington and sundry Plantagenets fought me”; and suppose

England had said, “I don’t care much for France. Joan of Arc and

Napoleon and sundry other French fought me”--suppose they had sat

nursing their ancient grudges like that? Well, the Kaiser would have

dined in Paris according to his plan. And next, according to his plan,

with the Channel ports taken he would have dined in London. And

finally, according to his plan, and with the help of his “army of spies”

overseas, he would have dined in New York and the White House. For

German madness could not have defeated Germany’s plan of World dominion,

if various nations had not got together and assisted. Other Americans

there are, who do not resort to the Revolution for their grudge, but

are in a commercial rage over this or that: wool, for instance. Let such

Americans reflect that commercial grievances against England can be more

readily adjusted than an absorption of all commerce by Germany can be

adjusted. Wool and everything else will belong to Mathias Erzberger

and his breed, if they carry out their intention. And the way to insure

their carrying it out is to let them split us and England and all their

competitors asunder by their ceaseless and ingenious propaganda, which

plays upon every international prejudice, historic, commercial, or

other, which is available. After August, 1914, England barred the

Kaiser’s way to New York, and in 1917, we found it useful to forget

about George the Third and the Alabama. In 1853 Prussia possessed one

ship of war--her first.

In 1918 her submarines were prowling along our coast. For the moment

they are no longer there. For a while they may not be. But do you think

Germany intends that scraps of paper shall be abolished by any Treaty,

even though it contain 80,000 words and a League of Nations? She will

make of that Treaty a whole basket of scraps, if she can, and as soon

as she can. She has said so. Her workingmen are at work, industrious and

content with a quarter the pay for a longer day than anywhere else.

Let those persons who cannot get over George the Third and the Alabama

ponder upon this for a minute or two.

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