she is stripped naked and flogged to death in the public square.
No inquiry, no explanation, no trial, no protest; one dead uniform silence,--the law of the tyrant.
Where is there ground for any hope of peaceful change?
Where the fulcrum upon which you can plant any possible lever?
Macchiavelli's sorry picture of poor human nature would be fulsome flattery if men could keep still under such oppression.
in such a land dynamite and the dagger are the necessary and proper substitutes for Faneuil Hall and the Daily Advertiser
. Anything that will make the madman quake in his bedchamber, and rouse his victims into reckless and desperate resistance.
This is the only view an American, the child of 1620 and 1776,--can take of Nihilism.
Any other unsettles and perplexes the ethics of our civilization.
Born within sight of Bunker Hill
, in a commonwealth which adopts the motto of Algernon Sydney
, sub libertate quietem
( “accept no peace without liberty” ); son of Harvard, whose first pledge was “Truth;” citizen of a republic based on the claim that no government is rightful unless resting on the consent of the people, and which assumes to lead in asserting the rights of humanity,--I at least can say nothing else and nothing less; no, not if every tile on Cambridge
roofs were a devil hooting my words!
I shall bow to any rebuke from those who hold Christianity to command entire non-resistance.
But criticism from any other quarter is only that nauseous hypocrisy which, stung by threepenny tea-tax, piles Bunker Hill
with granite and statues, prating all the time of patriotism and broadswords, while, like another Pecksniff, it recommends a century of dumb submission and entire non-resistance to the Russians, who for a hundred years have seen their sons by thousands dragged to