I CLAIM EVERYTHING

I claim everything for the people. And everything is not too much. The

individual has got to learn to say: I am the people. And the people have

got to learn to say: We are the individual. Everything springs from the

people. Everything goes back to the people. I'm not interested in suns.

I'm interested in people. Mountains and moons and trees have no meaning

to me until they are peopled. Your philosophies and dreams are

insignificant till they are peopled. I know nothing but people. I

comprehend nothing but people. If you sing a song I hear people in it.

If you paint a picture I see people in it. If I didn't hear the people

or see the people I might as well be deaf and blind. If you tell me

there are so many rivers in a country or so many acres of ground and ask

me: What do you think of that? I say: I dont think of that: I only think

of people. If you name the great men to me and ask: What do you make of

them? I answer: I make nothing of them: I make everything of the people.

If you ask me: What do you read in the book? I reply: I read the people

in the book. I am at home where people are. I am alien where people are

not. There's no use trying to get me to approve of anything that dont

include the people. That which dont include the people is empty. Just as

a man's heart if it does not include the people is void. I am drunk with

the crowd. I am bathed in the mass. I give myself to the common stream.

I dont want to be found somewhere off alone. I want to be lost somewhere

off alone. I want to be lost somewhere in the crowd. I never feel so

pinioned as when I'm alone. I never feel so free as when I'm in the

crowd. The crowd is my father and mother. My eyes are not enthralled by

sunsets and seastorms. I want people: only people. Let me have people

and I'm happy. Deny me people and I'm defeated. Rich as a man's soul may

be in its own right a man's soul is incomputably richer in the people's

right. Every time I wander from the people I feel as if I am choosing a

vacuum for my inheritance. Dont you see how it is? I draw all my checks

on the people. My personal signature is not valid. I have no account

with myself. I can never overdraw my account with the people. You say:

God said: Let there be light. I say: The people say: Let there be light.

You talk about inferior people and superior people. I see no superior

people and no inferior people. I see only people. When I say people I

dont say good and bad. No: nor geniuses nor fools. No: nor the saved and

the damned. No. When I say people I only mean people. I dont mean whites

or blacks or Hindus or Americans. I mean people. If I say that the world

belongs to people I don't mean a few owning for all or all owning for a

few but all owning for all. If I say the people are divine I dont mean

divine people. No. I only mean people. The people are divine but there

are no divine people. So when I say I claim everything for the people I

dont mean everything with exceptions. I mean everything without

exception. I dont owe the good people as separated from the bad people.

I owe both. And I owe the bad people more than I owe the good people.

For the good people have been good for themselves. And the bad people

have been bad for me. I claim everything for the people because the

people are everything. I make no claims for the green grass and

earthquakes and shipwrecks and arts and the will of the majority. Such

incidents are secondary. My claims are all for the people. After you

give me the people I have everything else. But if you refuse me the

people then I have nothing at all. If your theories dont give me the

people. Or your governments. Or your sciences. Or your vast cities. Or

anything you build or pride yourselves upon. If they dont give me the

people they are a fraud against which I revolt. But if they give me the

people then I return you a receipt in full. I want people. I'm willing

to go without anything. Without what you poorly call riches. Without

what you weakly call power. Without what you obscurely call distinction.

I'm willing to go without all that if you'll only give me people. Any

people. The rough and tumble average. The nonchalant non-elect. The

noisy quiet brutal kind crowd. Though I am dashed to death against its

rocky shores I surrender myself without equivocation to the furious sea.

Everything is not too much. I claim everything for the people.

You claim nothing for the people. Nothing is not too little for the

people. You lock your doors to keep the people out. You lock your heart

to keep yourself in. You say dollars. I say people. You say kings and

Presidents. I say people. You say the sculpture of Greece, the paintings

of Italy, the music of Germany. I say people. You say: But for them. I

say: But for these. You point out a few figures lost in the distance. I

direct you to the crowd at your elbow. You say one and another. You say

somebody. I say all. You say fame. Intermediaries. Middlemen.

Interpreters. I say people. You are eminent for a while by reason of

what you take. But I say no one can be eminent for good except by reason

of what he gives. You think the people need saviors. I say the saviors

need people. The people make money for you. You spend money for the

people. The people make so that you may have. You dont make so that

people may have. You give me leaders. I give you people. You say the

leaders lead. I say the leaders follow. That the people lead. Leaders

would be useless without people. People would still be people without

leaders. You say brain should be paid extra. I say nothing should be

paid extra. That pay should not be for talent but for need. What a man

needs. That should be his pay. What a man contains. That should be what

he gives. A witty man said: The more I see of men the more I think of

dogs. I will say that in another way. The more I see of those you call

the somebodies the more I think of those you call the nobodies. We live

in an age of saviors. I am looking for an age of people. The saviors are

multitudinous. The priest takes your soul. He's going to save your soul.

The plutocrat takes your body. He's going to save your body. You see,

they're going to save you by destroying you not by fortifying you. So

they seize the pictures to save art. And the operas and symphonies to

save music. You are to be saved by being denied everything. If they gave

you anything you'd be lost. They are safe from luxury no matter how much

they have. You are in peril of luxury no matter how little you have.

They fool you with their paraphernalia. You are awed not by their brains

but by what they tell you of their brains. You take their word for it.

You should take your life for it. You are willing they should enjoy for

you. Should travel for you. Should eat and drink for you. Should play

games for you. What have you for yourself? Resignation. Remember that

text which has been immemorially the solace of the robber. The poor you

have with you always. You must have the poor with you always because you

must have the rich with you always. Who would save the poor if the rich

didn't? And if the poor were not saved what would become of the rich?

The great you have with you always. You must have the little with you

always because you must have the big with you always. It wouldn't do to

wipe out the distinctions. To fill in the gap. That chasm is kept

impassable by the hand of providence. You cant live for yourselves.

Someone must live for you. You cant live for yourself. You who dig in

ditches. You who work in mills. Harry Thaw must live for you. You who

eat at lunch counters. You cant live for yourself. The fellow who dines

at the St. Regis: he must live for you. Every time you try to live for

yourself some savior interferes to live for you. You've got to keep

yourself thin to keep him fat. There's no other way to sustain the

delicate balances of destiny. The church will live for your soul. The

state will live for your body. You find all the saviors waiting to live

for you. Insisting on living for you. Refusing to let you live for

yourself. Taxing you to death to crown themselves for life. You have

thought of the saviors dying that you might live. Think again. And you

will see yourself dying that the saviors may live. My life is the

people's life. I no more die for the people than the people die for me.

Look the saviors straight in the face. Defy them. Refute them by an

appeal to your own treasure. Every time by an appeal to your own

treasure. Every time you save yourself you destroy a savior. Do you want

to be saved by another? Better be damned by yourself than saved by

another. What is the price of salvation? Your body and soul are the

price. You are to give up everything. That is the price. Not give up

everything to all. No. That would be a fair price. Give up everything to

the saviors. That is the price. That is the pirate fee. What is the

price of salvation? Your alleys and gutters and prostitutes and

factories and premature death are the price. At every doorway stands a

savior. He charges you for going in. He charges you for coming out.

Profit is a savior. You pay its toll. Rent is a savior. You pay its

toll. Interest is a savior. You pay its toll. What is left after you

have settled with the saviors? The saviors are left. But nothing is left

of you. Nothing is not too little for the saviors. You claim nothing for

the people.

I claim everything for the people. And everything is not too much. What

do the people claim for themselves? So far they have claimed little.

They have let the saviors give them religions. They have let the saviors

give them economics. They have stood aside to let the saviors pass.

Instead of making the saviors stand aside to let the people pass. The

saviors have given them religions which were blasphemies. The saviors

have given them economies which were robberies. The saviors have been.

The people are to be. The people are next. Now the people will give the

saviors religions which are reverent. And they will give the saviors

economies which are justice. The saviors used to succeed. Now you may

notice that the saviors fail. The saviors only succeed when the people

fail. When the people succeed the saviors fail. Saviors belong with

kings and owners and bosses. When the people at last object to being

ruled or owned or bossed the saviors will disappear with the saved. The

mendicant and the millionaire are symptoms of the same disease. The

savior and the saved are symptoms of the same disease. The superior

person and the inferior person are symptoms of the same disease. The

capitalist and the laborer are symptoms of the same disease. They

require only one treatment. You cant get one without the other. You cant

rid yourself of one without the other. The people dont need saviors

because they dont need to be saved. You cant save people for the same

reason that you cant damn people. The people are people. That's the

answer to all the saviors. The people are themselves enough answer.

People intoxicate me. My eyes see people. (I dont acknowledge things.)

Look for, find, abandon themselves, to people. Dont acknowledge saviors.

Reach out to, are reached out from, people. Everywhere I meet the

threatening saviors. Do you shrink in the mire till you can borrow wings

to take you to heaven? I know the black in the people. But the black in

the people is not the people. Even the white in the people is not the

people. The hate or love in a man is not the man. The man is the man.

The people are the people. It's stupid to say that. It's like saying a

cloud is a cloud. It's like saying a star is a star. But what else can

be said? Time and space are time and space. Can you damn or save time

and space? The people are the people. Can you damn or save the people?

You might as well tax the skies as tax a man. As well assume to save the

sun for pay as save the people for pay. As well pretend to be the

necessary middleman between Jupiter and the moon as between people and

people. I make the whole claim because I have the whole faith. And

everything is not too much. I claim everything for the people.

I see what you see all around: the half lives lived: the cruel

quarrels of brothers:

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