IX

Germany is a land without power, without poise, with its prosperity

shattered, its authorities and its external aims annihilated, its

intellect and its ethics at a low ebb. In such a condition, if we wish

to understand the only kind of life-faculty which can save us from

intellectual and spiritual death, give us force and inspiration to

shape for ourselves and for the world the new social order of freedom,

spirituality[17] and justice, and in the true sense to "save" us, we

must look ourselves and the German character in the face--this

unknown, problematic character, which for a century in contradiction

to its own inmost being, has been flattering and lulling itself with

hackneyed and complacent phrases and unproved judgments. For we can

undertake nothing and claim nothing which has not its prototype in our

own soul and is not founded in our own past, our own traditions.

There is no people, not even the French, which in recent decades has

administered to itself and digested so much praise as we have. We

never discussed ourselves but at once the stereotyped toasts began.

The more German culture declined, the more disgusting became our

babble about it.

The persons through whose mouths we let ourselves be lauded were

school-teachers without comparative knowledge, professional

banquet-orators, nationalists who praised in the service of some

interested hatred, and scholars with appointments who were simply

commissioned to demonstrate that the Hohenzollern system was the last

word of creation. No one dreamed of distinguishing this glorification

of the German people from the apotheosis of the dynasties--to which we

had vowed our heart's blood--and the profound insincerity of these

declamations was shown by the indifference with which the dynasties,

the main feature in the programme, were afterwards got rid of, and the

affair of the heart's blood shelved.

We know the stereotyped phrases. German faith, French knavery. The

world is to find healing in the German soul. We are the heroes--the

others are hucksters.[18] To be German means to do a thing for its own

sake. We are a "race of thinkers and poets." We have Culture, the

others merely Civilization.[19] We alone are free--the others are

merely undisciplined (or, as the case may be, enslaved). All this we

owe to the favour of God and our education under the (here fill in

Prussian, Bavarian or Saxon) reigning House, which all the world

envies us. Clearly therefore we are destined for world-dominion; we

have only to fall-to.

In one of these phrases, about doing things for their own sake,[20]

there is truth. All the more was it for us in particular a vice and a

sign of degradation to let ourselves be dazzled by the shadowless

transparency-picture of glorification that was offered to us. There

were interests concealed in the game, and much lack of moral fibre,

all of which we passed over in silence; it was out of place in our

festal oratory.

It would be an equal or even a greater vice, only reversed, if we were

now to despair of ourselves. Moderation was what we needed then; what

we need now is vigorous and conscious self-possession. To-day it is no

easy and attractive business to bring our strong qualities to the

surface; it implies an amount of conviction which it is hard to

attain, and self-depreciation means a pitiful faint-heartedness. But

all sham goods offered by babblers, by selfish interests, prophets of

hate and commercial travellers must go overboard.

We have never been a "race of thinkers and poets," any more than the

Jews were a race of prophets, the French and Dutch a race of

painters, or Königsberg a city of Pure Reason.[21] The old German

upper classes have, in three well-defined epochs, had force enough to

throw up individuals of mighty endowments for music, poetry and

philosophy; the former lower-classes, whose blood runs in nine-tenths

of our present population, have scarcely contributed anything to these

glories. They have in recent years shown themselves thoroughly

industrious, plastic, apt for discipline, order-loving, intelligent,

practical, honourable, trustworthy, warm-hearted, prudent and helpful,

and adapted beyond all expectation to the mechanization of life and

industry; of their power to produce talent we know little, except

perhaps in the domain of research and technique, which are less a test

of creative energy than of applied knowledge and methodical assiduity.

The important question as to what relations exist between the number,

quality and greatness of individual endowments and genius on the one

side, and the character of a people on the other, is still unexplored

and very obscure, although we possess a science which calls itself by

the quite unjustified name of national psychology.

While on one side we have rarely made any serious study of national

characteristics, but have confused them with achievements of culture

and habits of life that mostly proceeded from a thin upper stratum

alone, on the other we have as a rule tacitly set down individual

endowment (with a strong emphasis on our own) as illustrations of

national character. In this respect, too, we showed that laxity in

proving what we wanted to prove which abounds everywhere from the

point where calculation with things weighable and measurable leaves

off, and judgment begins. We think it an established fact--in

accordance with just this arbitrary test of genius--that genius

belongs _par excellence_ to the so-called blonde blue-eyed races of

the earth. The fact that among the score or two of geniuses of all

ages who have been determining forces in the world it is hardly

possible to find a single example of this blue-blonde race, but they

can be proved to have been almost all dark, did not affect the

question. On the other hand the English, whose influence on culture

has been surpassed by none, had their genius-forming power, in which

they are actually deficient, seriously over-estimated. It was the

reverse with the Jews. The fact that in spite of their small numbers

they have produced more of world-moving genius than all other nations

put together, and that from them has proceeded the whole

transcendental ethics of the Western world, has not prevented their

being pronounced wholly incapable of creative endowment.

We shall put aside all this rubbish and for the present decline to go

into theoretic questions. Great individual endowments are related to

national character--to the character of the mind, not that of the

will, which must be considered apart--as the blossom to the plant or

the crystal to the mother-solution; to determine the one from the

other needs something more than a mechanical generalization. There is

no such thing as a "race of thinkers and poets." This, however, we can

say: that a people which begets great musicians, poets and

philosophers is one which devotes itself to moods and to visions,

while another, as for instance the Latin group, which creates forms

and standards, is one that at the cost of mood and vision, incarnates

its sense of will.

Devotion, receptivity, the feeling for Nature, comprehension, the

passion for truth, meditative depth, spiritual love, are the fairest

gifts that can be granted to any people, and to us they have been

granted. But they exclude other gifts, which stand to-day in high

repute, and which we affect in vain. They exclude the capacity for

shaping forms and standards, the aptitude for rule, if not even for

self-government; in any case the qualities which go to the creation of

nationalities and civilizations.

It is no mere accident that in not one of the hundredfold provinces of

life, from art to military organization, from State-craft to

jointstock-companies, from saintliness to table-utensils, have we

Germans discovered a single essential and enduring form. And again,

there is scarcely one of these forms which we have not filled with a

richer and more living content than those who first discovered it.

For whoever bears the All within himself can be satisfied with no

form; he finds in himself at once vision and reality, thesis and

antithesis. He seeks for a synthesis, but all form is one-sided. He

conceives, chooses, comprehends, fulfils, breaks in pieces and throws

away. He remains a unity in constant change, like the year as it

proceeds day by day, hour by hour, and no two of them alike. He does

not force things--out of respect for creation.

But he who makes forms must use force. He makes himself the standard

and comprehends himself only. Everything else, everything that is

extra-normal, unconformable, unintelligible and not understood remains

for him something alien, trivial, inferior, or negligible. The maker

of forms can rule, even by compulsion, without being a tyrant, for he

is convinced of the value of what he brings and knows no doubts. He is

ruthless, yet only up to a certain limit, which is determined by his

sense of the inferiority of the other. The man who rejects forms,

however, cannot rule; the very penetration into the domain of another

seems to him a wrong to his own, the basis of which is recognition and

allowance. If he is forced to penetrate, he loses all balance, for in

wrong-doing he understands no gradations. Similarly he is incapable of

civilizing, for he cannot take forms seriously; he violates them

himself--how can he impose them upon others? In his inmost soul he is

naïve, for creation is seething in him; but in execution he is

conscious, critical, eclectic and methodical, in order that he may be

completely master of the one-sided element into which he has forced

himself. The man of forms, however, is, in his soul, rigid and

conscious, but in action naïve, because he does not know the meaning

of doubt.

Forms grow up like natural products in the course of centuries. They

assume the existence of uniformity in individuals, fathers reproduced

in sons with scarcely a variation. Egypt, Rome, and that modern land

of antiquity, France, are examples. For generations France has been

content with three architectural styles, which are really one and the

same style. The changes in the language are hardly perceptible. The

principal domestic utensils are almost the same as they were a hundred

years ago, fashion is merely a vibration. Foreign living languages are

little studied, their spirit is not understood, the pronunciation

remains French. Foreign countries are looked on as a kind of

menagerie; everything is measured by the native standard. Every one is

a judge of everything, for he holds fast to the norm. Within the norm

the French are keenly sensitive, their feeling for relations is very

sure; the slightest deviation is observed. To doubt the validity of

the norm is out of question; one might as well criticize the sun and

moon as the style of Louis Quatorze.

The final judgment of the British in the affairs of life is "this is

English," "that is not English." Foreign lands are a subject of

geographical and ethnological study. The whole mighty will of a

nation is here concentrated in the form of civilizing political

energy. Every private inclination is a fad, and even fads have their

fixed forms. An offence against table-manners is banned like an attack

on the Church. Nature is mastered with consideration and intelligence,

whether the problem is the breeding of sheep or the ruling of India.

The assurance, self-command and art of ruling which spring from forms

are lacking in Germany. Our strongest spirits are formless; they are

eclectic or titanic, whether they despise forms or choose forms or

burst forms. We have three homes between which we hover--Germany, the

earth, and heaven. We comprehend and honour everything--every land,

every man, every art and every language; and we are fertilized by what

is foreign; on the lower level we enjoy it and imitate it, on the

higher it spurs us to creation. We are docile, and do not hate what

rules and determines us, only what contracts us and makes us

one-sided; an autocratic government may be tolerated, even venerated,

if it knows how to be national and popular and does not interfere with

our elbow-room.

We have already touched on the volitional character[22] of the German

people, a character which has been gravely altered by the subsidence

of the ancient upper stratum of society, and by long privations and

miseries. The Germans of Tacitus were a freedom-loving and turbulent

people; of this not a trace is left. Any one who did not recognize

under the autocracy that we care little for self-determination and

self-responsibility may do so under the revolution, which merely

arises out of an alteration in external conditions. We are not even

yet a nation, but an association of interests and oppositions; a

German _Irredenta_, as it has been and unfortunately will be shown, is

an impossible conception. And since we are not a nation and represent

no national idea, but only an association of households, it follows

that our influence abroad can only be commercial, and not civilizing

or propagandist.

From this side we are able to understand the German history of the

past two centuries. Prussia, an extra-German Power, grown up in

colonized territory, organized itself into a bureaucratic, feudal and

military State. It succeeded in mastering half Germany and in loosely

linking up the remainder. By rigid organization, by its federated

Princes and by the strongest army in the world, it supplied the place

of the national character and will which were wanting. Mechanism was

pressed into the service, and bore the colossus into a period of

blooming prosperity. The system looked like a nation; in reality it

was an autocratic association of economic interests bristling with

arms. It was incapable of developing national forces and ideas, not

even in relation to its settlers in other lands; it was confined to

commercial competition; weak alliances were relied on to secure the

position externally; self-government was not granted, because the

military organization was the pivot of the whole system; the

drill-sergeant tone at home had its counterpart in the brusqueness of

our foreign policy; enmities grew and organized themselves, and the

catastrophe came.

For character of will we had substituted discipline. But discipline is

not nationality; it is an external instrument, and when it breaks it

leaves--nothing. Now since the Prussian system which called itself by

the mediæval title of the German Empire was, in spite of the

professors, no popular, national fabric, but a dynastic, military and

compulsory association, with a constitutional façade, the interested

nationalist elements took on the repulsive and dishonourable forms

that we all know. The most deeply interested parties, cool and

conscious of their strength, the Prussian representatives of the

military and official nobility, avoided all declamation and only

interfered when their interests were endangered. The greater

industrialists sold themselves. A higher stratum of the middle-classes

composed of certain circles of higher teachers and subaltern officials

took the business seriously, and in order to escape from their drab

existence created that atmosphere of hatred of Socialists, telegrams

of homage, and megalomania, which made us intellectually and morally

impossible before the world. Instead of the Germany of thought and

spirit one saw suddenly a brutal, stupid community of interested

persons, greedy for power, who gave themselves out as that Germany

whose very opposite they were; who, unable to point to any

achievements, any thought of their own, prided themselves on an

imaginary race-unity which their very appearance contradicted; who had

no ideas beyond rancour; the slaverings of league-oratory and

subordination, and who with these properties, which they were pleased

to call _Kultur_, undertook to bring blessing to the world.

It was no wonder; for our slavonicized association of interests, bent

on subordination and on gain, does not produce ideas; its possessions

were power, mechanism and money; whoever was impressed by these things

believed they must impress others too, and so the conclusion was

arrived at that all the great spirits of the past had lived only to

make this triple combination supreme. Wagner had formed the bridge

between the old Germany and the new--armoured cruisers and giant guns

appeared as a free development from Kant and Hegel, and the word

_Kultur_, a word which Germany ought to prohibit by law for thirty

years to come, masked the confusion of thought.

To discover now, after our downfall, that Germany ought never to have

carried on a continental let alone a world policy, would be a pitiful

example of _esprit d'escalier_. It is true that it was our right, and

even our duty, by our intellect, our ethics and our greatness, to

carry it on; but the weakness of our character on the side of Will was

the cause of its failure. Bismarck, a born realist in politics, grown

up in the Prussian tradition, trained in the diplomatic tradition by

Gortschakov, made the calamitous choice. He made us safe for certain

decades; but it was only an intuitive policy in the manner of

Stein[23] that could have saved us for centuries.

In the midst of self-administered and self-determining nations the

German people, from lack of self-consciousness, indolence of will and

innate servility remained under a patriarchal system of government, a

minor under tutelage of divinely-appointed dynasties and ruling

classes. In the childish movement of the educated bourgeoisie of 1848

Bismarck saw only the helpless and Utopian, but not the symbolic side,

which Marx might have shown him. His practical spirit judged with a

smile that a handful of peasantry and grenadiers would suffice to

bring to reason this dynastically-minded people. It was only too true;

although the bulk of this people had not for thirty years been formed

by the peasant class, and although he himself had learned how to make

use of the power of the modern industrial State in peasant disguise.

And so he refused to allow his countrymen to come of age; broke, with

the superiority of genius, and with the weapons of success and

authority, the incompetent forces that resisted him; created, by the

magical mechanism of his Constitution, the German Empire as a mere

continuation of the Prussian bureaucratic State reinforced, by the

self-glorifying dynasties, with the whole volume of the still existing

and justly appreciated habit of obedience; and annihilated for a

generation every aspiration for freedom by branding it with the stain

of moral and social depravity. Our political worthlessness and

immaturity came to its climax in the race of office-climbers in 1880,

which in 1900 gave place to the battle-fleet patriotism of the great

capitalists.

A self-administered and a self-determining nation--such as the nations

of the world, except ourselves, Austria and Russia, were, on the

whole, at the turn of the century--would have been able to carry on a

sound and steadfast policy in economics and public affairs, and to

enjoy the confidence of the world, as little begrudged as America. On

the other hand, a dangerous warship, armed upon an unexampled scale,

given to backward movements and commanded by an uncontrollable sovran

dilettante, could only expect sooner or later to be expelled from the

harbour of the nations. History is apt to overdo it, especially when

corruption has gone on too long; with every year that passed the doom

became more certain; instead of being expelled, we were annihilated.

That four years of hunger, a lost war and a military revolt at last

set us free, does not betoken any change of character; and when to-day

a servile and facile Press lauds our wretched and idealess

Constitution as the finest in the world, that gives us no assurance

of its power to endure. Understanding is no substitute for character,

but it is at any rate a step towards the goal; and if it is once

understood that other measures are possible, and if, out of this

period, certain writings and thoughts shall survive--and survive they

will--then at any rate we may still be weak, but we shall be no longer

blind.

It might be possible at the outset of our journey towards strength of

will that we should grope our way slowly--very slowly--back to the old

problems of power. It does not matter if we do. Before we get there,

the world will be changed, and will be pregnant with new thoughts. Let

us fulfil the duties for which Germany was made what it is. Let us go

in quest of the idea and the faculty that are laid upon us; let us do

this in order to live, to recover our health, to shape ourselves anew,

to remain a People, to become a Nation, to create a future and to

serve the world.

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