III

In the midst of a war like this the first efforts of any Government have

to be directed to immediate ends. But under the pressure of the war the

Government has a unique chance to initiate the comprehensive,

far-reaching policy which alone can save us. Foundations to safety will

only be laid if our representatives can be induced now to see this

question of the land as _the_ question of the future, no matter what

happens in the war; to see that, whatever success we attain, we cannot

remove the two real dangers of the future, sudden strangulation through

swift attack by air and under sea--unless we grow our own food; and slow

strangulation by town-life--unless we restore the land. Our imaginations

are stirred, the driving force is here, swift action possible, and

certain extraordinary opportunities are open which presently must close

again.

On demobilisation we have the chance of our lives to put men on the

land. Because this is still a Party question, to be sagaciously debated

up hill and down dale three or four years hence, we shall very likely

grasp the mere shadow and miss the substance of that opportunity. If the

Government had a mandate "Full steam ahead" we could add at the end of

the war perhaps a million men (potentially four million people) to our

food-growing country population; as it is, we may add thereto a few

thousands, lose half a million to the Colonies, and discourage the

rest--patting our own backs the while. To put men on the land we must

have the land ready in terms of earth, not of paper; and have it in the

right places, within easy reach of town or village. Things can be done

just now. We know, for instance, that in a few months half a million

allotment-gardens have been created in urban areas and more progress

made with small holdings than in previous years. I repeat, we have a

chance which will not recur to scotch the food danger, and to restore a

healthier balance between town and country stocks. Shall we be

penny-wise and lose this chance for the luxury of "free and full

discussion of a controversial matter at a time when men's minds are not

full of the country's danger"? This _is_ the country's danger--there is no

other. And this is the moment for full and free discussion of it, for

full and free action too. Who doubts that a Government which brought

this question of the land in its widest aspects to the touch-stone of

full debate at once, would get its mandate, would get the power it

wanted--not to gerrymander, but to build?

Consider the Corn Production Bill. I will quote Mr. Prothero: "National

security is not an impracticable dream. It is within our reach, within

the course of a few years, and it involves no great dislocation of other

industries." (Note that.) "For all practical purposes, if we could grow

at home here 82 per cent, of all the food that we require for five

years, we should be safe, and that amount of independence of sea-borne

supplies we can secure, and secure within a few years.... We could

obtain that result if we could add 8,000,000 acres of arable land to our

existing area--that is to say, if we increased it from 19,000,000 acres

to 27,000,000 acres. If you once got that extension of your arable area,

the nation would be safe from the nightmare of a submarine menace, and

the number of additional men who would be required on the land would be

something about a quarter of a million." (Note that.) "The present Bill

is much less ambitious." It is. And it is introduced by one who knows

and dreads, as much as any of us, the dangerous and unballasted

condition into which we have drifted; introduced with, as it were,

apology, as if he feared that, unambitious though, it be, it will

startle the nerves of Parliament. On a question so vast and vital you

are bound to startle by any little measure. Nothing but an heroic

measure would arouse debate on a scale adequate to reach and stir the

depths of our national condition, and wake us all, politicians and

public, to appreciate the fact that our whole future is in this matter,

and that it must be tackled.

If we are not capable now of grasping the vital nature of this issue we

assuredly never shall be. Only five generations have brought us to the

parasitic, town-ridden condition we are in. The rate of progress in

deterioration will increase rapidly with each coming generation. We

have, as it were, turned seven-ninths of our population out into poor

paddocks, to breed promiscuously among themselves. We have the chance to

make our English and Welsh figures read: Twenty-four millions of

town-dwellers to twelve of country, instead of, as now, twenty-eight

millions to eight. Consider what that would mean to the breeding of the

next generation. In such extra millions of country stock our national

hope lies. What we should never dream of permitting with our domestic

animals, we are not only permitting but encouraging among ourselves; we

are doing all we can to perpetuate and increase poor stock; stock

without either quality or bone, run-down, and ill-shaped. And, just as

the progress in the "stock" danger is accelerated with each generation,

so does the danger from outside increase with every year which sees

flying and submarining improve, and our food capacity standing still.

The great argument against a united effort to regain our ballast is: We

must not take away too many from our vital industries. Why, even the

Minister of Agriculture, who really knows and dreads the danger, almost

apologises for taking two hundred and fifty thousand from those vital

industries, to carry out, not his immediate, but his ideal, programme.

Vital industries! Ah! vital to Britain's destruction within the next few

generations unless we mend our ways! The great impediment is the force

of things as they are, the huge vested interests, the iron network of

vast enterprises frightened of losing profit. If we pass this moment,

when men of every class and occupation, even those who most thrive on

our town-ridden state, are a little frightened; if we let slip this

chance for a real reversal--can we hope that anything considerable will

be done, with the dice loaded as they are, the scales weighted so

hopelessly in favour of the towns? Representatives of seven-ninths will

always see that representatives of two-ninths do not outvote them. This

is a crude way of putting it, but it serves; because, after all, an

elector is only a little bundle of the immediate needs of his locality

and mode of life, outside of which he cannot see, and which he does not

want prejudiced. He is not a fool, like me, looking into the future. And

his representatives have got to serve him. The only chance, in a

question so huge, vital, and _long_ as this, is that greatly distrusted

agent--Panic Legislation. When panic makes men, for a brief space, open

their eyes and see truth, then it is valuable. Before our eyes close

again and see nothing but the darkness of the daily struggle for

existence, let us take advantage, and lay foundations which will be

difficult, at least, to overturn.

What has been done so far, and what more can be done? A bounty on corn

has been introduced. I suppose nobody, certainly not its promoter, is

enamoured of this. But it does not seem to have occurred to every one

that you cannot eat nuts without breaking their shells, or get out of

evil courses without a transition period of extreme annoyance to

yourself. "Bounty" is, in many quarters, looked on as a piece of petting

to an interest already pampered. Well--while we look on the land as an

"interest" in competition with other "interests" and not as _the_ vital

interest of the country, underlying every other, so long shall we

continue to be "in the soup." The land needs fostering, and again

fostering, because the whole vicious tendency of the country's life has

brought farming to its present pass and farmers to their attitude of

mistrust. Doctrinaire objections are now ridiculous. An economic basis

must be re-established, or we may as well cry "Kamerad" at once and hold

up our hands to Fate. The greater the arable acreage in this country,

the less will be the necessity for a bounty on corn. Unlike most

stimulants, it is one which gradually stimulates away the need for it.

With every year and every million acres broken up, not only will the

need for bounty diminish, but the present mistrustful breed of farmer

will be a step nearer to extinction. Shrewd, naturally conservative, and

somewhat intolerant of anything so dreamy as a national point of view,

they will not live for ever. The up-growing farmer will not be like

them, and about the time the need for bounty is vanishing the new farmer

will be in possession. But in the meantime land must be broken up until

8,000,000 acres at least are conquered; and bounty is the only lever. It

will not be lever enough without constant urging. In Mr. Prothero's

history of English farming occur these words: "A Norfolk farmer migrated

to Devonshire in 1780, where he drilled and hoed his roots; though his

crops were far superior to those of other farmers in the district, yet

at the close of the century no neighbour had followed his example."

But even the break-up of 8,000,000 acres, though it may make us safe for

food, will only increase our country population by 250,000 labourers and

their families (a million souls)--a mere beginning towards the

satisfaction of our need. We want in operation, before demobilisation

begins, a great national plan for the creation of good small holdings

run on co-operative lines. And to this end, why should not the

suggestion of tithe redemption, thrown out by Mr. Prothero, on pages 399

and 400 of "English Farming: Past and Present," be adopted? The annual

value of tithes is about £5,000,000. Their extinction should provide the

Government with about 2,500,000 acres, enough at one stroke to put

three or four hundred thousand soldiers on the land. The tithe-holders

would get their money, landlords would not be prejudiced; the

Government, by virtue of judicious choice and discretionary compulsion,

would obtain the sort of land it wanted, and the land would be for ever

free of a teasing and vexatious charge. The cost to the Government

would be £100,000,000 (perhaps more) on the best security it could have.

"Present conditions," I quote from the book, "are favourable to such a

transaction. The price of land enables owners to extinguish the rent

charge by the surrender of a reasonable acreage, and the low price of

Consols enables investors to obtain a larger interest for their money."

For those not familiar with this notion, the process, in brief, is this:

The Government pays the tithe-holder the capitalised value of his tithe,

and takes over from the landlord as much land as produces in net annual

rent the amount of the tithe-rent charge, leaving the rest of his land

tithe-free for ever. There are doubtless difficulties and objections,

but so there must be to any comprehensive plan for obtaining an amount

of land at all adequate. Time is of desperate importance in this matter.

It is already dangerously late, but if the Government would turn-to now

with a will, the situation could still be saved, and this unique chance

for re-stocking our countryside would not be thrown away.

I alluded to the formation within a few months of half a million

garden-allotments--plots of ground averaging about ten poles each, taken

under the Defence of the Realm Act from building and other land in

urban areas, and given to cultivators, under a guarantee, for the growth

of vegetables. This most valuable effort, for which the Board of

Agriculture deserves the thanks of all, is surely capable of very great

extension. Every town, no matter how quickly it may be developing, is

always surrounded by a belt of dubious land--not quite town and not

quite country. When town development mops up plots in cultivation, a

hole can be let out in an elastic belt which is capable of almost

indefinite expansion. But this most useful and health-giving work has

only been possible under powers which will cease when the immediate

danger to the State has passed. If a movement, which greatly augments

our home-grown food supply and can give quiet, healthy, open-air,

interesting work for several hours a week to perhaps a million out of

our congested town populations--if such a movement be allowed to

collapse at the coming of peace, it will be nothing less than criminal.

I plead here that the real danger to the State will not pass but rather

begin, with the signing of peace, that the powers to acquire and grant

these garden-allotments should be continued, and every effort made to

foster and _extend_ the movement. Considering that, whatever we do to

re-colonise our land, we must still have in this country a dangerously

huge town population, this kitchen-garden movement can be of

incalculable value in combating town-blight, in securing just that air

to lungs and mind, and just that spice of earth reality which all

town-dwellers need so much.

Extension of arable land by at least 8,000,000 acres; creation of

hundreds of thousands of small holdings by tithe redemption, or

another scheme still in the blue; increase and perpetuation of

garden-allotments--besides all these we want, of course, agricultural

schools and facilities for training; _co-operatively organised finance,

transport, and marketing of produce_; for without schooling, and

co-operation, no system of small holding on a large scale can possibly

succeed. We now have the labourer's minimum wage, which, I think, will

want increasing; but we want good rural housing on an economically sound

basis, an enlivened village life, and all that can be done to give the

worker on the land a feeling that he can rise, the sense that he is not

a mere herd, at the beck and call of what has been dubbed the "tyranny

of the countryside." The land gives work which is varied, alive, and

interesting beyond all town industries, save those, perhaps, of art and

the highly-skilled crafts and professions. If we can once get land-life

back on to a wide and solid basis, it should hold its own.

Dare any say that this whole vast question of the land, with its

throbbing importance, yea--seeing that demobilisations do not come every

year--its desperately immediate importance, is not fit matter for

instant debate and action; dare any say that we ought to relegate it to

that limbo "After the war"? In grim reality it takes precedence of every

other question. It is infinitely more vital to our safety and our health

than consideration of our future commercial arrangements. In our present

Parliament--practically, if not sentimentally speaking--all shades of

opinion are as well represented as they are likely to be in future

Parliaments--even the interests of our women and our soldiers; to put

off the good day when this question is threshed out, is to crane at an

imagined hedge.

Let us know now at what we are aiming, let us admit and record in the

black and white of legislation that we intend to trim our course once

more for the port of health and safety. If this Britain of ours is going

to pin her whole future to a blind pursuit of wealth, without

considering whether that wealth is making us all healthier and happier,

many of us, like Sancho, would rather retire at once, and be made

"governors of islands." For who can want part or lot on a ship which

goes yawing with every sail set into the dark, without rudder, compass,

or lighted star?

I, for one, want a Britain who refuses to take the mere immediate line

of least resistance, who knows and sets her course, and that a worthy

one. So do we all, I believe, at heart--only, the current is so mighty

and strong, and we are so used to it!

By the parasitic and town-ridden condition we are in now, and in which

without great and immediate effort we are likely to remain, we degrade

our patriotism. That we should have to tremble lest we be starved is a

miserable, a humiliating thought. To have had so little pride and

independence of spirit as to have come to this, to have been such

gobblers at wealth--who dare defend it? We have made our bed; let us,

now, refuse to lie thereon. Better the floor than this dingy feather

couch of suffocation.

Our country is dear to us, and many are dying for her. There can be no

consecration of their memory so deep or so true as this regeneration of

The Land.

1917

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