FT /OPMIf'^^ A--* V«y Vw# X-# i ^ 1, V««* <«J AND OTHER EVIli> '^jf* *Vii • v.^jirji i»- IN? ji jc» *iw *. ^T.i' * 'I ^^ d. CM t% CORNELL UNIVERSITY LIBRARY GIFT OF M-i-- n "i-i '"P-' Date Due SEk^ m?.a^ Wi=-... ^■^' m^L 1 *-^. i^^sr JIQl i-rn ' *4!^M "0^ aXZ 'rbij i lUUO Cornell University Library PR 4453.C4E8 Eugenics and other evils. 3 1924 013 462 555 The original of tliis book is in tlie Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/details/cu31924013462555 EUGENICS AND OTHER EVILS Eugenics and Other Evils By G. K. Chesterton Gassell and Company, Limited London, New York, Toronto & Melbourne 1922 ,J-<^ /9- 9/AOOO TO THE READER I PUBLISH these essays at the present time for a par- ticular reason connected with the present situation ; a reason which I should like briefly to emphasise and make clear. Though most of the conclusions, especially towards the end, are conceived with reference to recent events, the actual bulk of preliminary notes about the science of Eugenics were written before the war. It was a time when this theme was the topic of the hour ; when eugenic babies (not visibly very distinguishable from other babies) sprawled all over the illustrated papers ; when the evolutionary fancy of Nietzsche was the new cry among the intellectuals ; and when Mr. Bernard Shaw and others were considering the idea that to breed a man like a cart-horse was the true way to attain that higher civilisation, of intellectual mag- nanimity and sjmipathetic insight, which may be found in cart-horses. It may therefore appear that I took the opinion too controversially, and it seems to me that I sometimes took it too seriously. But the criticism of Eugenics soon expanded of itself into a more general criticism of a modern craze for scientific officialism and strict social organisation. And then the hour came when I felt, not without To the Reader relief, that I might well fling all my notes into the fire. The fire was a very big one, and was burning up bigger things than such pedantic quackeries. And, anyhow, the issue itself was being settled in a very different style. Scientific officialism and organisation in the State which had specialised in them, had gone to war with the older culture of Christendom. Either Prus- sianism would win and the protest would be hopeless, or Prussianism would lose and the protest would be needless. As the war advanced from poison gas to piracy against neutrals, it grew more and more plain that the scientifically organised State was not in- creasing in popularity. Whatever happened, no Eng- lishmen would ever again go nosing round the stinks of that low laboratory. So I thought all I had written irrelevant, and put it out of my mind. I am greatly grieved to say that it is not irrelevant. It has gradually grown apparent, to my astounded gaze, that the ruling classes in England are still pro- ceeding on the assumption that Prussia is a pattern for the whole world. If parts of my book are nearly nine years old, most of their principles and proceedings are a great deal older. They can offer us nothing but the same stuffy science, the same bullying bureaucracy and the same terrorism by tenth-rate professors that have led the German Empire to its recent conspicuous triimiph. For that reason, three years after the war with Prussia, I collect and publish these papers. G. K. C CONTENTS PART I The False Theory CHAPTER 1. What is Eugenics ? . 2. The First Obstacles 3. The Anarchy from Above 4. The Lunatic and the Law 5. The Flying Authority . 6. The Unanswered Challenge 7. The Established Church of Doubt 8. A Summary of a False Theory PAGE 3 12 22 31 46 61 73 82 PART II The Real Aim 1. The Impotence of Impenitence 2. True History of a Tramp 3. True History of a Eugenist 4. The Vengeance of the Flesh 5. The Meanness of the Motive 6. The Eclipse of Liberty . 7. The Transformation of Socialism 8. The End of the Household Gods 9. A Short Chapter 91 lOI 114 126 136 148 159 169 180 Part I THE FALSE THEORY Eugenics and Other Evils CHAPTER I ■ WHAT IS EUGENICS ? The wisest thing in the world is to cry out before you are hurt. It is no good to cry out after you are hurt ; especially after you are mortally hurt. People talk about the impatience of the populace ; but sound historians know that most tyrannies have been possible because men moved too late. It is often essential to resist a tyranny before it exists. It is no answer to say, with a distant optimism, that the scheme is only in the air. A blow from a hatchet can only be parried while it is in the air. There exists to-day a scheme of action, a school of thought, as collective and unmistakable as any of those by whose grouping alone we can make any outline of history. It is as firm a fact as the Oxford Movement, or the Puritans of the Long Pariiament ; or the Jansenists ; or the Jesuits. It is a thing that can be pointed out ; it is a thing that can be dis- cussed ; and it is a thing that can still be destroyed. It is called for convenience " Eugenics " ; and that it ought to be destroyed I propose to prove in 3 4 Eugenics and Other Evils the pages that follow. I know that it means very different things to different people ; but that is only because evil always takes advantage of ambiguity, I know it is praised with high professions of ideal- ism and benevolence; with silver-tongued rhetoric about purer motherhood and a happier posterity. But that is only because evil is always flattered, as the Furies were called " The Gracious Ones." I know that it numbers many disciples whose intentions are entirely innocent and humane ; and who would be sincerely astonished at my describing it as I do. But that is only because evil always wins through the strength of its splendid dupes ; and there has in all ages been a disastrous alliance between abnormal innocence and abnormal sin. Of these who are deceived I shall speak of course as we all do of such instruments ; judging them by the good they think they are doing, and not by the evil which they really do. But Eugenics itself does exist for those who have sense enough to see that ideas exist ; and Eugenics itself, in large quantities or small, coming quickly or coming slowly, urged from good motives or bad, applied to a thousand people or applied to three. Eugenics itself is a thing no more to be bargained about than poisoning. It is not really difficult to sum up the essence of Eugenics : though some of the Eugenists seem to be rather vague about it. The movement consists of two parts : a moral basis, which is common to all, and a scheme of social application which varies a good What is Eugenics? 5 deal. For the moral basis, it is obvious that man's ethical responsibihty varies with his knowledge of consequences. If I were in charge of a baby (like Dr. Johnson in that tower of vision), and if the baby was ill through having eaten the soap, I might possibly send for a doctor. I might be calling him away from much more serious cases, from the bedsides of babies whose diet had been far more deadly ; but I should be justified. I could not be expected to know enough about his other patients to be obliged (or even entitled) to sacrifice to them the baby for whom I was primarily and directly responsible. Now the Eugenic moral basis is this ; that the baby for whom we are primarily and directly responsible is the babe unborn. That is, that we know (or may come to know) enough of certain inevitable tendencies in biology to consider the fruit of some contemplated union in that direct and clear light of conscience which we can now only fix on the other partner in that union. The one duty can con- ceivably be as definite as or more definite than the other. The baby that does not exist can be considered even before the wife who does. Now it is essential to grasp that this is a comparatively new note in morahty. Of course sane people always thought the aim of marriage was the procreation of children to the glory of God or according to the plan of Nature ; but whether they counted such children as God's reward for service or Nature's premium on sanity, they always left the reward to God or the premium to Nature, as a less definable thing. The only 6 Eugenics and Other Evils person (and this is the point) towards whom one could have precise duties was the partner in the process. Directly considering the partner's claims was the nearest one could get to indirectly con- sidering the claims of posterity. If the women of the harem sang praises of the hero as the Moslem mounted his horse, it was because this was the due of a man ; if the Christian knight helped his wife off her horse, it was because this was the due of a woman. Definite and detailed dues of this kind they did not predicate of the babe unborn ; re- garding him in that agnostic and opportunist light in which Mr. Browdie regarded the hypothetical child of Miss Squeers. Thinking these sex relations healthy, they naturally hoped they would produce healthy children ; but that was all. The Moslem woman doubtless expected Allah to send beautiful sons to an obedient wife ; but she would not have allowed any direct vision of such sons to alter the obedience itself. She would not have said, " I will now be a disobedient wife ; as the learned leech informs me that great prophets are often the children of dis- obedient wives." The knight doubtless hoped that the saints would help him to strong children, if he did all the duties of his station, one of which might be helping his wife off her horse ; but he would not have refrained from doing this because he had read in a book that a course of falling off horses often resulted in the birth of a genius. Both Moslem and Christian would have thought such speculations not only impious What is Eugenics? 7 but utterly unpractical. I quite agree with them ; but that is not the point here. The point here is that a new school believes Eugenics against Ethics. And it is proved by one familiar fact : that the heroisms of history are actually the crimes of Eugenics. The Eugenists' books and articles are full of suggestions that non-eugenic unions should and may come to be regarded as we regard sins ; that we should really feel that marrying an invalid is a kind of cruelty to children. But history is full of the praises of people who have held sacred such ties to invalids ; of cases like those of Colonel Hutchin- son and Sir William Temp|e, who remained faithful to betrothals when beauty and health had been apparently blasted. And though the illnesses of Dorothy Osborne and Mrs. Hutchinson may not fall under the Eugenic speculations (I do not know), it is obvious that they might have done so ; and certainly it would not have made any difference to men's moral opinion of the act. I do not discuss here which morality I favour ; but I insist that they are opposite. The Eugenist really sets up as saints the very men whom hundreds of families have called sneaks. To be consistent, they ought to put up statues to the men who deserted their loves because of bodily misfortune ; with in- scriptions celebrating the good Eugenist who, on his fianc6e falling off a bicycle, nobly refused to marry her ; or to the young hero who, on hearing of an uncle with erysipelas, magnanimously broke his word. What is perfectly plain is this : that mankind have hitherto 8 Eugenics and Other Evils held the bonti between man and woman so sacred, and the effect of it on the children so incalculable, that they have always admired the maintenance of honour more than the maintenance of safety. Doubt- less they thought that even the children might be none the worse for not being the children of cowards and shirkers ; but this was not the first thought, the first commandment. Briefly, we may say that while many moral systems have set restraints on sex almost as severe as any Eugenist could set, they have almost always had the character of securing the fidelity of the two sexes to each other, and leaving the rest to God. To introduce an ethic which makes that fidelity or infidelity vary with some calculation about heredity is that rarest of all things, a revolution that has not happened before. It is only right to say here, though the matter should only be touched on, that many Eugenists would contradict this, in so far as to claim that there was a consciously Eugenic reason for the horror of those unions which begin with the celebrated denial to man of the privilege of marrying his grandmother. Dr. S. R. Steinmetz, with that creepy simphcity of mind with which the Eugenists chill the blood, remarks that " we do not yet know quite certainly " what were " the motives for the horror of " that horrible thing which is the agony of (Edipus. With entirely amiable intention, I ask Dr. S. R. Steinmetz to speak for himself. I know the motives for regarding a mother or sister as separate from other women ; nor have I reached What is Eugenics? 9 them by any curious researches. I found them where I found an analogous aversion to eating a baby for breakfast. I found them in a rooted detestation in the human soul to liking a thing in one way, when you already like it in another quite incompatible way. Now it is perfectly true that this aversion may have acted eugenically ; and so had a certain ultimate confirmation and basis in the laws of procreation. But there really cannot be any Eugenist quite so dull as not to see that this is not a defence of Eugenics but a direct denial of Eugenics. If some- thing which has been discovered at last by the lamp of learning is something which has been acted on from the first by the light of nature, this (so far as it goes) is plainly not an argument for pestering people, but an argument for letting them alone. If men did not marry their grandmothers when it was, for all they knew, a most hygienic habit ; if we know now that they instinctly avoided scientific peril ; that, so far as it goes, is a point in favour of letting people marry anyone they like. It is simply the statement that sexual selection, or what Christians call falling in love, is a part of man which in the rough and in the long run can be trusted. And that is the destruc- tion of the whole of this science at a blow. The second part of the definition, the persuasive or coercive methods to be employed, I shall deal with more fully in the second part of this book. But some such summary as the following may here be useful. Far into the unfathomable past of our race we find 10 Eugenics and Other Evils the assumption that the founding of a family is the person^ adventure of a free man. Before slavery sank slowly out of sight under the new climate of Christianity, it may or may not be true that slaves were in some sense bred like cattle, valued as a promising stock for labour. If it was so it was so in a much looser and vaguer sense than the breeding of the Eugenists ; and such modem philosophers read into the old paganism a fantastic pride and cruelty which are whoUy modern. It may be, however, that pagan slaves had some shadow of the blessings of the Eugenist's care. It is quite certain that the pagan freemen would have killed the first man that suggested it. I mean suggested it seriously ; for Plato was only a Bernard Shaw who unfortimately made his jokes in Greek. Among free men, the law, more often the creed, most commonly of all the custom, have laid aU sorts of restrictions on sex for this reason or that. But law and creed and custom have never concentrated heavily except upon fixing and keeping the family when once it had been made. The act of fouiiding the family, I repeat, was an individual adventure outside the frontiers of the State. Our first forgotten ancestors left this tradition behind them ; and our own latest fathers and mothers a few years ago would have thought us lunatics to be discussing it. The shortest general definition of Eugenics on its practical side is that it does, in a more or less degree, propose to control some families at least as if they were famiUes of pagan slaves. I What is Eugenics? ii shall discuss later the question of the people to whom this pressure may be applied ; and the much more puzzling question of what people will apply it. But it is to be applied at the very least by somebody to somebody, and that on certain calculations about breeding which are affirmed to be demonstrable. So much for the subject itself. I say that this thing ejfists. I define it as closely as matters involving moral evidence can be defined ; I call it Eugenics. If after that anyone chooses to say that Eugenics is not the Greek for this — I am content to answer that " chivalrous " is not the French for " horsy " ; and that such controversial games are more horsy than chivalrous. CHAPTER II THE FIRST OBSTACLES Now before I set about arguing these things, there is a cloud of skirmishers, of harmless and confused modern sceptics, who ought to be cleared off or calmed down before we come to debate with the real doctors of the heresy. If I sum up my statement thus : " Eugenics, as discussed, evidently means the control of some men over the marriage and unmarriage of others ; and probably means the control of the few over the marriage and unmarriage of the many," I shall first of all receive the sort of answers that float like skim on the surface of teacups and talk. I may very roughly and rapidly divide these preliminary objectors into five sects ; whom I will call the Eu- phemists, the Casuists, the Autocrats, the Precedenters, and the Endeavourers. When we have answered the immediate protestation of all these good, shouting, short-sighted people, we can begin to do justice to those intelligences that are really behind the idea. Most Eugenists are Euphemists. I mean merely that short words startle them, while long words soothe them. And they are utterly incapable of translating the one into the other, however obviously they mean the same thing. Say to them " The persuasive and The First Obstacles 13 even coercive powers of the citizen^should enable him to make sure that the burden of longevity in the previous generation does not become disproportionate and intolerable, especially to the females " ; say this to them and they will sway slightly to and fro like babies sent to sleep in cradles. Say to them " Murder your mother," and they sit up quite suddenly. Yet the two sentences, in cold logic, are exactly the same. Say to them "It is not improbable that a period may arrive when the narrow if once useful distinction between the anthropoid homo and the other animals, which has been modified on so many moral points, may be modified also even in regard to the important question of the extension of human diet " ; say this to them, and beauty born of murmuring sound will pass into their face. But say to them, in a simple, manly, hearty way " Let's eat a man ! " and their surprise is quite surprising. Yet the sen- tences say just the same thing. Now, if anyone thinks these two instances extravagant, 1 will refer to two actual cases from the Eugenic discussions. When Sir Oliver Lodge spoke of the methods " of the stud- farm " many Eugenists exclaimed against the crudity of the suggestion. Yet long before that one of the ablest champions in the other interest had written " What nonsense this education is ! Who could educate a racehorse or a greyhound ? " Which most certainly either means nothing, or the human stud- farm. Or again, when I spoke of people " being married forcibly by the police," another distinguished 14 Eugenics and Other Evils Eugenist almost achieved high spirits in his hearty assurance that no such thing had ever come into their heads. Yet a few days after I saw a Eugenist pronouncement, to the effect that the State ought to extend its powers in this area. The State can only be that corporation which men permit to employ compulsion ; and this area can only be the area of sexual selection. I mean somewhat more than an idle jest when I say that the policeman will generally be found in that area. But I willingly admit that the policeman who looks after weddings will be like the policeman who looks after wedding-presents. He will be in plain clothes. I do not mean that a man in blue with a helmet will drag the bride and bridegroom to the altar. I do mean that nobody that man in blue is told to arrest will even dare to come near the church. Sir OUver did not mean that men would be tied up in stables and scrubbed down by grooms. He meant that they would imdergo a loss of liberty which to men is even more infamous. He meant that the only formula important to Eugenists would be " by Smith out of Jones." Such a formula is one of the shortest in the world ; and is certainly the shortest way with the Euphemists. The next sect of superficial objectors is even more irritating. I have q,alled them, for immediate pur- poses, the Casuists. Suppose I say " I dislike this spread of CannibaHsm in the West End restaurants." Somebody is sure to say " Well, after all. Queen Eleanor when she sucked blood from her husband's The First Obstacles 15 arm was a cannibal." What is one to say to such people ? One can only say " Confine yourself to sucking poisoned blood from people's arms, and I permit you to call yourself by the glorious title of Cannibal." In this sense people say of Eugenics, " After all, whenever we discourage a schoolboy from marrying a mad negress with a hump back, we are really Eugenists." Again one can only answer, " Confine yourselves strictly to such schoolboys as are naturally attracted to hump-backed negresses ; and you may exult in the title of Eugenist, aU the more proudly because that distinction will be rare." But surely anyone's common-sense must teU him that if Eugenics dealt only with such extravagant cases, it would be called common-sense — and not Eugenics. The human race has excluded such absurdities for unknown ages ; and has never yet called it Eugenics. You may call it flogging when you hit a choking gentleman on the back ; you may call it torture when a man unfreezes his fingers at the fire ; but if you talk like that a Uttle longer you will cease to live among living men. If nothing but this mad minimum of accident were involved, there would be no such thing as a Eugenic Congress, and certainly no such thing as this book. I had thought of calling the next sort of superficial people the Idealists ; but I think this impUes a humility towards impersonal good they hardly show ; so I caU them the Autocrats. They are those who give us generally to understand that every modem i6 Eugenics and Other Evils reform will " work " all right, because they will be there to see. Where they will be, and for how long, they do not explain very clearly. I do not mind their looking forward to numberless lives in succession ; for that is the shadow of a human or divine hope. But even a theosophist does not expect to be a vast number of people at once. And these people most certainly propose to be responsible for a whole move- ment after it has left their hands. Each man promises to be about a thousand policemen. If you ask them how this or that will work, they will answer, " Oh, I would certainly insist on this " ; or " I would never go so far as that " ; as if they could return to this earth and do what no ghost has ever done quite success- fully — force men to forsake their sins. Of these it is enough to say that they do not understand the nature of a law any more than the nature of a dog. If you let loose a law, it will do as a dog does. It will obey its own nature, not yours. Such sense as you have put into the law (or the dog) will be fulfilled. But you will not be able to fulfil a fragment of any- thing you have forgotten to put into it. Along with such idealists should go the strange people who seem to think that you can consecrate and purify any campaign for ever by repeating the names of the abstract virtues that its better advocates had in mind. These people will say " So far from aiming at slavery, the Eugenists are seeking irue liberty ; liberty from disease and degeneracy, etc." Or they wUl say " We can assure Mr. Chesterton The First Obstacles 17 that the Eugenists have no intention of segregating the harmless ; justice and mercy are the very motto of " etc. To this kind of thing perhaps the shortest answer is this. Many of those who speak thus are agnostic or generally unsympathetic to official religion. Suppose one of them said "The Church of England is full of hypocrisy." What would he think of me if I answered, " I assure you that hypocrisy is con- demned by every form of Christianity; and is par- ticularly repudiated in the Prayer Book " ? Suppose he said that the Church of Rome had been guilty of great cruelties. What would he think of me if I answered, " The Church is expressly bound to meek- ness and charity ; and therefore cannot be cruel " ? This kind of people need not detain us long. Then there are others whom I may call the Precedenters ; who flourish particularly in Parliament. They are best represented by the solemn official who said the other day that he could not understand the clamour against the Feeble-Minded Bill, as it only extended the principles of the old Limacy Laws. To which again one can only answer " Quite so. It only extends the principles of the Lunacy Laws to persons without a trace of lunacy." This lucid pohtician finds an old law, let us say, about keeping lepers in quarantine. He simply alters the word " lepers " to " long-nosed people," and says blandly that the principle is the same. Perhaps the weakest of all are those helpless persons whom I have called the Endeavourers. The prize i8 Eugenics and Other Evils specimen of them was another M.P. who defended the same Bill as " an honest attempt " to deal with a great evil : as if one had a right to dragoon and enslave one's fellow citizens as a kind of chemical experiment ; in a state of reverent agnosticism about what would come of it. But with this fatuous notion that one can deliberately establish the Inquisition or the Terror, and then faintly trust the larger hope, I shall have to deal more seriously in a subsequent chapter. It is enough to say here that the best thing the honest Endeavourer could do would be to make an honest attempt to know what he is doing. And not to do anything else until he has found out. Lastly, there is a class of controversialists so hopeless and futile that I have really failed to find a name for them. But whenever anyone attempts to argue rationally for or against any existent and recognisable thing, such as the Eugenic class of legislation, there are always people who begin to chop hay about Socialism and Individualism ; and say " You object to all State interference ; I am in favour of State interference. You are an IndividuaUst ; /, on the other hand," etc. To which I can only answer, with heart-broken patience, that I am not an Individualist, but a poor fallen but baptised joumaUst who is trying to write a book about Eugenists, several of whom he has met ; whereas he never met an Individualist, and is by no means certain he would recognise him if he did. In short, I do not deny, but strongly affirm, the right of the State to interfere to cure a great evil. The First Obstacles 19 I say that in this case it would interfere to create a great evil ; and I am not going to be turned from the discussion of that direct issue to bottomless botherations about Socialism and Individualism, or the relative advantages of always turning to the right and always turning to the left. And for the rest, there is undoubtedly an enormous mass of sensible, rather thoughtless people, whose rooted sentiment it is that any deep change in our society must be in some way infinitely distant. They cannot believe that men in hats and coats like themselves can be preparing a revolution ; all their Victorian philosophy has taught them that such transformations are always slow. Therefore, when I speak of Eugenic legislation, or the coming of the Eugenic State, they think of it as something like The Time Machine or Looking Backward : a thing that, good or bad, will have to fit itself to their great-great-great-grandchild, who may be very different and may Uke it ; and who in any case is rather a distant relative. To all this I have, to begin with, a very short and simple answer. The Eugenic State has begun. The first of the Eugenic Laws has already been adopted by the Government of this country; and passed with the applause of both parties through the dominant House of Parliament. This first Eugenic Law clears the ground and may be said to proclaim negative Eugenics ; but it cannot be defended, and nobody has attempted to defend it, except on the Eugenic theory. I will caU it the Feeble-Minded Bill both for brevity and 20 Eugenics and Other Evils because the description is strictly accurate. > It is, quite simply and literally, a Bill for incarcerating as madmen those whom no doctor will consent to call mad. It is enough if some doctor or other may happen to call them weak-minded. Since there is scarcely any human being to whom this term has not been conversationally applied by his own friends and relatives on some occasion or other (unless his friends and rela- tives have been lamentably lacking in spirit), it can be clearly seen that this law, like the early Christian Church (to which, however, it presents points of dissimilarity), is a net drawing in of all kinds. It must not be supposed that we have a stricter definition incorporated in the Bill. Indeed, the first definition of "feeble-minded" in the Bill was much looser and vaguer than the phrase " feeble-minded " itself. It is a piece of yawning idiocy about " persons who though capable of earning their living under favourable circumstances " (as if anyone could earn his living if circumstances were directly unfavourable to his doing so), are nevertheless "incapable of managing their affairs with proper prudence " ; which is exactly what aH the world and his wife are saying about their neighbours all over this planet. But as an incapacity for any kind of thought is now regarded as statesman- ship, there is nothing so very novel about such slovenly drafting. What is novel and what is vital is this • that the defence of this crazy Coercion Act is a Eugenic defence. It is not only openly said, it is eagerly urged, that the aim of the measure is to prevent any The First Obstacles 21 person whom these propagandists do not happen to think intelligent from having any wife or children. Every tramp who is sulky, every labourei- who is shy, every rustic who is eccentric, can quite easily be brought under such conditions as were designed for homicidal maniacs. That is the situation ; and that is the point. England has forgotten the Feudal State ; it is in the last anarchy of the Industrial State ; there is much in Mr. Belloc's theory that it is approaching the Servile State ; it cannot at present get at the Distributive State ; it has almost certainly missed the Socialist State. But we are already under the Eugenist State ; and nothing remains to us but rebellion. CHAPTER III THE ANARCHY FROM ABOVE A SILENT anarchy is eating out our society. I must pause upon the expression ; because the true nature of anarchy is mostly misapprehended. It is not in the least necessary that anarchy should be violent; nor is it necessary that it should come from below. A government may grow anarchic as much as a people. The more sentimental sort of Tory uses the word anarchy as a mere term of abuse for rebelUon ; but he misses a most important intellectual distinction. Rebellion may be wrong and disastrous ; but even when rebellion is wrong, it is never anarchy. When it is not self-defence, it is usurpation. It aims at setting up a new rule in place of the old rule. And while it cannot be anarchic in essence (because it has an aim), it certainly cannot be anarchic in method ; for men must be organised when they fight ; and the discipline in a rebel army has to be as good as the discipline in the royal army. This deep principle of distinction must be clearly kept in mind. Take for the sake of symbohsm those two great spiritual stories which, whether we count them myths or mysteries, have so long been the two hinges of all European morals. The Christian who is inchned to sympathise generally The Anarchy from Above 23 with constituted authority will think of rebellion under the image of Satan, the rebel against God. But Satan, though a traitor, was not an anarchist. He claimed the crown of the cosmos ; and had he pre- vailed, would have expected his rebel angels to give up rebelling. On the other hand, the Christian whose sympathies are more generally with just self-defence among the oppressed will think rather of Christ Himself def3dng the High Priests and scourging the rich traders. But whether or no Christ was (as some say) a SociaUst, He most certainly was not an Anarchist. Christ, like Satan, claimed the throne. He set up a new authority against an old authority ; but He set it up with positive commandments and a comprehensible scheme. In this light all mediaeval people — ^indeed, all people until a little while ago — would have judged questions in- volving revolt. John Ball would have offered to pull down the government because it was a bad government, not because it was a government. Richard II. would have blamed Bolingbroke not as a disturber of the peace, but as a usurper. Anarchy, then, in the useful sense "of the word, is a thing utterly distinct from any rebellion, right or wrong. It is not necessarily angry ; it is not, in its first stages, at least, even necessarily painful. And, as I said before, it is often entirely silent. Anarchy is that condition of mind or methods in which you cannot stop yourself. It is the loss of that self-control which can return to the normal. It is not anarchy because men are permitted to begin uproar. 24 Eugenics and Other Evils extravagance, experiment, peril. It is anarchy when people cannot end these things. It is not anarchy in the home if the whole family sits up all night on New Year's Eve. It is anarchy in the home if members of the family sit up later and later for months after- wards. It was not anarchy in the Roman villa when, during the Saturnalia, the slaves turned masters or the masters slaves. It was (from the slave-owners' point of view) anarchy if, after the Saturnalia, the slaves continued to behave in a Saturnalian manner ; but it is historically evident that they did not. It is not anarchy to have a picnic ; but it is anarchy to lose all memory of mealtimes. It would, I think, be anarchy if (as is the disgusting suggestion of some) we all took what we liked off the sideboard. That is the way swine would eat if swine had sideboards ; they have no immovable feasts ; they are uncommonly progressive, are swine. It is this inability to return within rational limits after a legitimate extravagance that is the really dangerous disorder. The modem world is like Niagara. It is magnificent, but it is not strong. It is as weak as water — ^like Niagara. The objection to a cataract is not that it is deafening or dangerous or even destructive ; it is that it cannot stop. Now it is plain that this sort of chaos can possess the powers that rule a society as easily as the society so ruled. And in modern England it is the powers that rule who are chiefly possessed by it — who are truly possessed by devils. The phrase, in its sound old psychological sense, is not too strong. The Anarchy from Above 25 The State has suddenly and quietly gone mad. It is talking nonsense ; and it can't stop. Now it is perfectly plain that government ought to have, and must have, the same sort of right to use exceptional methods occasionally that the private householder has to have a picnic or to sit up aU night on New Year's Eve. The State, like the householder, is sane if it can treat such exceptions as exceptions. Such desperate remedies may not even be right ; but such remedies are endurable as long as they are admittedly desperate. Such cases, of course, are the communism of food in a besieged city ; the official disavowal of an arrested spy ; the subjection of a patch of civil life to martial law ; the cutting of com- munication in a plague ; or that deepest degradation of the commonwealth, the use of national soldiers not against foreign soldiers, but against their own brethren in revolt. Of these exceptions some are right and some wrong ; but all are right in so far as they are taken as exceptions. The modem world is insane, not so much because it admits the abnormal as because it cannot recover the normal. We see this in the vague extension of punishments like imprisonment ; often the very reformers who ad- mit that prison is bad for people propose to reform them by a little more of it. We see it in panic legisla- tion like that after the White Slave scare, when the torture of flogging was revived for all sorts of ill defined and vague and variegated types of men. Our fathers were never so mad, even when they were c 26 Eugenics and Other Evils torturers. They stretched the man out on the rack. They did not stretch the rack out, as we are doing. When men went witch-burning they may have seen witches everjrwhere — ^because their minds were fixed on witchcraft. But they did not see things to burn everywhere, because their minds were unfixed. While tying some very unpopular witch to the stake, with the firm conviction that she was a spiritual tyranny and pestilence, they did not say to each other, " A little burning is what my Aunt Susan wants, to cure her of back-biting," or " Some of these faggots would do your G)usin James good, and teach him to play with poor girls' affections." Now the name of all this is Anarchy. It not only does not know what it wants, but it does not even know what it hates. It multiplies excessively in the more American sort of English newspapers. When this new sort of New Englander burns a witch the whole prairie catches fire. These people have not the decision and detachment of the doctrinal ages. They cannot do a monstrous action and still see it is monstrous. Wher- ever they make a stride they make a rut. They cannot stop their own thoughts, though their thoughts are pouring into the pit. A final instance, which can be sketched much more briefly, can be found in this general fact : that the definition of almost every crime has become more and more indefinite, and spreads like a flattening and thinning cloud over larger and larger landscapes. Cruelty to children, one would have thought, was a The Anarchy from Above 27 thing about as unmistakable, unusual and appalling as parricide. In its application it has come to cover almost every negligence that can occur in a needy household. The only distinction is, of course, that these negligences are punished in the poor, who gener- ally can't help them, and not in the rich, who generally can. But that is not the point I am arguing just now. The point here is that a crime we all instinctively connect with Herod on the bloody night of Innocents has come precious near being attributable to Mary and Joseph when they lost their child in the Temple. In the light of a fairly recent case (the confessedly kind mother who was lately jailed because her con- fessedly healthy children had no water to wash in) no one, I think, will call this an illegitimate literary exaggeration. Now this is exactly as if all the horror and heavy punishment, attached in the simplest tribes to parricide, could now be used against any son who had done any act that could colourably be supposed to have worried his father, and so affected his health. Few of us would be safe. Another case out of hundreds is the loose extension of the idea of libel. Libel cases bear no more trace of the old and just anger against the man who bore false witness against his neighbour than " cruelty " cases do of the old and just horror of the parents that hated their own flesh. A libel case has become one of the sports of the less athletic rich — a variation on baccarat, a game of chance. A music-hall actress got damages for a song that was called " vulgar," 28 Eugenics and Other Evils which is as if I could fine or imprison my neighbour for calling my handwriting " rococo." A politician got huge damages because he was said to have spoken to children about Tariff Reform ; as if that seductive topic would corrupt their virtue, like an indecent story. Sometimes libel is defined as anything calcu- lated to hurt a man in his business ; in which case any new tradesman caUing himself a grocer slanders the grocer opposite. All this, I say, is Anarchy ; for it is clear that its exponents possess no power of distinction, or sense of proportion, by which they can draw the line between calling a woman a popular singer and calling her a bad lot ; or between charging a man with leading infants to Protection and leading them to sin and shame. But the vital point to which to return is this. That it is not necessarily, nor even specially, an anarchy in the populace. It is an anarchy in the organ of government. It is the magistrates — ^voices of the governing class — ^who cannot dis- tinguish between cruelty and carelessness. It is the judges (and their very submissive special juries) who cannot see the difference between opinion and slander. And it is the highly placed and highly paid experts who have brought in the first Eugenic Law, the Feeble- Minded Bill — thus showing that they can see no differ- ence between a mad and a sane man. That, to begin with, is the historic atmosphere in which this thing was born. It is a pecuUar atmosphere, and luckily not likely to last. Real progress bears the same relation to it that a happy girl laughing bears The Anarchy from Above 29 to an hysterical girl who cannot stop laughing. But I have described this atmosphere first because it is the only atmosphere in which such a thing as the Eugenist legislation could be proposed among men. All other ages would have called it to some kind of logical account, however academic or narrow. The lowest sophist in the Greek schools would remember enough of Socrates to force the Eugenist to tell him (at least) whether Midias was segregated because he was curable or because he was incurable. The meanest Thomist of the mediaeval monasteries would have the sense to see that you cannot discuss a madman when you have not discussed a man. The most owlish Calvinist commentator in the seventeenth century would ask the Eugenist to reconcile such Bible texts as derided fools with the other Bible texts that praised them. The dullest shopkeeper in Paris in 1790 would have asked what were the Rights of Man, if they did not include the rights of the lover, the husband, and the father. It is only in our own London Particular (as Mr. Guppy said of the fog) that small figures can loom so large in the vapour, and even mingle with quite different figures, and have the appearance of a mob. But, above all, I have dwelt on the telescopic quahty in these twilight avenues, because unless the reader realises how elastic and unlimited they are, he simply will not believe in the abominations we have to combat. One of those wise old fairy tales, that come from nowhere and flourish everywhere, tells how a man 30 Eugenics and Other Evils came to own a small magic machine like a coffee-mill, which would grind anything he wanted when he said one word and stop when he said another. After performing marvels (which I wish my conscience would let me put into this book for padding) the mill was merely asked to grind a few grains of salt at an officers' mess on board ship ; for salt is the type every- where of small luxiiry and exaggeration, and sailors' tales should be taken with a grain of it. The man remembered the word that started the salt mill, and then, touching the word that stopped it, suddenly remembered that he forgot. The tall ship sank, laden and sparkling to the topmasts with salt like Arctic snows ; but the mad mill was still grinding at the ocean bottom, where all the men lay drowned. And that (so says this fairy tale) is why the great waters about our world have a bitter taste. For the fairy tales knew what the modern mystics don't — that one should not let loose either the supernatural or the natural. CHAPTER IV THE LUNATIC AND THE LAW The modem evil, we have said, greatly turns on this : that people do not see that the exception proves the rule. Thus it may or may not be right to kill a mur- derer ; but it can only conceivably be right to kill a rcmrderer because it is wrong to kill a man. If the hangman, having got his hand in, proceeded to hang friends and relatives to his taste and fancy, he would (intellectually) unhang the first man, though the first man might not think so. Or thus again, if you say an insane man is irresponsible, you imply that a sane man is responsible. He is responsible for the insane man. And the attempt of the Eugenists and other fatahsts to treat all men as irresponsible is the largest and flattest folly in philosophy. The Eugenist has to treat everybody, including himself, as an exception to a rule that isn't there. The Eugenists, as a first move, have extended the frontiers of the lunatic asylum : let us take this as our definite starting point, and ask ourselves what lunacy is, and what is its fundamental relation to human society. Now that raw juvenile scepticism that clogs all thought with catchwords may often be heard to remark that the mad are only the minority, 31 32 Eugenics and Other Evils the sane only the majority. There is a neat exacti- tude about such people's nonsense ; they seem to miss the point by magic. The mad are not a minority because they are not a corporate body ; and that is what their madness means. The sane are not a majority ; they are mankind. And mankind (as its name would seem to imply) is a kind, not a degree. In so far as the lunatic differs, he differs from all minori- ties and majorities in kind. The madman who thinks he is a knife cannot go into partnership with the other who thinks he is a fork. There is no trysting place outside reason ; there is no inn on those wild roads that are beyond the world. The madman is not he that defies the world. The saint, the criminal, the martyr, the cynic, the nihilist may all defy the world quite sanely. And even if such fanatics would destroy the world, the world owes them a strictly fair trial according to proof and public law. But the madman is not the man who defies the world ; he is the man who denies it. Suppose we are all standing round a field and looking at a tree in the middle of it. It is perfectly true that we all see it (as the decadents say) in infinitely different aspects : that is not the point ; the point is that we all say it is a tree. Suppose, if you will, that we are aU poets, which seems improbable ; so that each of us could turn his aspect into a vivid image distinct from a tree. Suppose one says it looks like a green cloud and another like a green fountain, and a third like a green dragon and the fourth like a green cheese. The The Lunatic and the Law 33 fact remains : that they all say it looks like these things. It is a tree. Nor are any of the poets in the least mad because of any opinions they may form, however frenzied, about the functions or future of the tree. A conservative poet may wish to clip the tree ; a revolutionary poet may wish to burn it. An optimist poet may want to make it a Christmas tree and hang candles on it. A pessimist poet may want to hang himself on it. None of these are mad, because they are all talking about the same thing. But there is another man who is talking horribly about some- thing else. There is a monstrous exception to man- kind. Why he is so we know not ; a new theory says it is heredity ; an older theory says it is devils. But in any case, the spirit of it is the spirit that denies, the spirit that really denies reahties. This is the man who looks at the tree and does not say it looks like a lion, but says that it is a lamp-post. I do not mean that aU mad delusions are as con- crete as this, though some are more concrete. Believ- ing your own body is glass is a more daring denial of reaUty than beUeving a tree is a glass lamp at the top of a pole. But all true delusions have in them this un- alterable assertion — that what is not is. The differ- ence between us and the maniac is not about how things look or how things ought to look, but about what they self-evidently are. The lunatic does not say that he ought to be King; Perkin Warbeck might say that. He says he is King. The lunatic does not say he is as wise as Shakespeare ;' Bernard Shaw might 34 Eugenics and Other Evils say that. The lunatic says he is Shakespeare. The lunatic does not say he is divine in the same sense as Christ ; Mr. R. J. Campbell would say that. The lunatic says he is Christ. In all cases the difference is a difference about what is there ; not a difference touching what should be done about it. For this reason, and for this alone, the lunatic is outside public law. This is the abysmal difference between him and the criminal. The criminal admits the facts, and therefore permits us to appeal to the facts. We can so arrange the facts around him that he may really understand that agreement is in his own interests. We can say to him, " Do not steal apples from this tree, or we will hang you on that tree." But if the man really thinks one tree is a lamp-post and the other tree a Trafalgar Square fountain, we simply cannot treat with him at all. It is obviously useless to say, " Do not steal apples from this lamp-post, or I will hang you on that fountain." If a man denies the facts, there is no answer but to lock him up. He cannot speak our language : not that varying verbal language which often misses fire even with us, but that enormous alphabet of sun and moon and green grass and blue sky in which alone we meet, and by which alone we can signal to each other. That unique man of genius, George Macdonald, described in one of his weird stories two systems of space co-incident ; so that where I knew there was a piano standing in a drawing-room you knew there was a rose-bush growing in a garden. Something of The Lunatic and the Law 35 this sort is in small or great aftairs'the matter with the madman. He cannot have a vote, because he is the citizen of another country. He is a foreigner. Nay, he is an invader and an enemy ; for the city he lives in has been super-imposed on ours. Now these two things are primarily to be noted in his case. First, that we can only condemn him to a general doom, because we only know his general nature. All criminals, who do particular things for particular reasons (things and reasons which, however criminal, are always comprehensible), have been more and more tried for such separate actions under sepa- rate and suitable laws ever since Europe began to become a civilisation — and until the rare and recent re-incursions of barbarism in such things as the In- determinate Sentence. Of that I shall speak later ; it is enough for this argument to point out the plain facts. It is the plain fact that every savage, every sultan, every outlawed baron, every brigand-chief has always used this instrument of the Indeterminate Sentence, which has been recently offered us ais some- thing highly scientific and humane. All these people, in short, being barbarians, have always kept their captives captive until they (the barbarians) chose to think the captives were in a fit frame of mind to come out. It is also the plain fact that all that has been called civiUsation or progress, justice or liberty, for nearly three thousand years, has had the general direction of treating even the captive as a free man, in so far as some clear case of some defined crime had 36 Eugenics and Other Evils to be shown against him. All law has meant allowing the criminal, within some limits or other, to argue^with the law : as Job was allowed, or rather challenged, to argue with God. But the criminal is, among civilised men, tried by one law for one crime for a perfectly simple reason : that the motive of the crime, like the meaning of the law, is conceivable to the common intelligence. A man is punished specially as a burglar, and not generally as a bad man, because a man may be a burglar and in many other respects not be a bad man. The act of burglary is punishable because it is intelligible. But when acts are uninteUigible, we can only refer them to a general untrustworthiness, and guard against them by a general restraint. If a man breaks into a house to get a piece of bread, we can appeal to his reason in various ways. We can hang him for housebreaking ; or again (as has occurred to some daring thinkers) we can give him a piece of bread. But if he breaks in, let us say, to steal the parings of other people's finger nails, then we are in a difficulty : we cannot imagine what he is going to do with them, and therefore cannot easily imagine what we are going to do with him. If a villain comes in, in cloak and mask, and puts a little arsenic in the soup, we can collar him and say to him distinctly, " You are guilty of Murder ; and I will now consult the code of tribal law, under which we live, to see if this practice is not forbidden." But if a man in the same cloak and mask is found at midnight putting a little soda-water in the soup, what can we say ? Our The Lunatic and the Law 37 charge necessarily becomes a more general one. We can only observe, with a moderation almost amount- ing to weakness, " You seem to be the sort of person who will do this sort of thing." And then we can lock him up. The principle of the indeterminate sentence is the creation of the indeterminate mind. It does apply to the incomprehensible creature, the lunatic. And it applies to nobody else. The second thing to be noted is this: that it is only by the unanimity of sane men that we can con- demn this man as utterly separate. If he says a tree is a lamp-post he is mad ; but only because all other men say it is a tree. If some men thought it was a tree with a lamp on it, and others thought it was a lamp-post wreathed with branches and vegetation, then it would be a matter of opinion and degree ; and he would not be mad, but merely extreme. Certainly he would not be mad if nobody but a botanist could see it was a tree. Certainly his enemies might be madder than he, if nobody but a lamplighter could see it was not a lamp-post. And similarly a man is not imbecile if only a Eugenist thinks so. The question then raised would not be his sanity, but the sanity of one botanist or one lampUghter or one Eugenist. That which can condemn the abnormally fooHsh is not the abnormally clever, which is obviously a matter in dispute. That which can condemn the abnormally foolish is the normally fooHsh. It is when he begins to say and do things that even stupid people do not say or do, that we have a right to treat him as the 38 Eugenics and Other Evils exception and not the rule. It is only because we none of us profess to be anything more than man that we have authority to treat him as something less. Now the first principle behind Eugenics becomes plain enough. It is the proposal that somebody or something should criticise men with the same supe- riority with which men criticise madmen. It might exercise this right with great moderation ; but I am not here talking about the exercise, but about the right. Its claim certainly is to bring all human life under the Lunacy Laws. Now this is the first weakness in the case of the Eugenists : that they cannot define who is to control whom ; they cannot say by what authority they do these things. They cannot see the exception is differ- ent from the rule — even when it is misrule, even when it is an unruly rule. The sound sense in the old Lunacy Law was this : that you cannot deny that a man is a citizen until you are practically prepared to deny that he is a man. Men, and only men, can be the judges of whether he is a man. But any private club of prigs can be judges of whether he ought to be a citizen. When once we step down from that tall and splintered peak of pure insanity we step on to a tableland where one man is not so widely different from another. Outside the exception, what we find is the average. And the practical, legal shape of the quarrel is this : that unless the normal men have the right to expel the abnormal, what particular sort of abnormal men have the right to expel the normal The Lunatic and the Law 39 men ? If sanity is not good enough, what is there that is saner than sanity ? Without any grip of the notion of a rule and an exception, the general idea of judging people's here- dity breaks down and is useless. For this reason : that if everything is the result of a doubtful heredity, the judgment itself is the result of a doubtful heredity also. Let it judge not that it be not judged. Eugen- ists, strange to say, have fathers and mothers like other people ; and our opinion about their fathers and mothers is worth exactly as much as their opinions about ours. None of the parents were lunatics, and the rest is mere likes and dislikes. Suppose Dr. Saleeby had gone up to Bj^on and said, " My lord, I perceive you have a club-foot and inordinate passions : such are the hereditary results of a profligate soldier marrying a hot-tempered woman." The poet might logically reply (with characteristic lucidity and im- propriety), " Sir, I perceive you have a confused mind and an unphUosophic theory about other people's love affairs. Such are the hereditary delusions bred by a Sjnrian doctor marrying a Quaker lady from York." Suppose Dr. Karl Pearson had said to Shelley, " From what I see of your temperament, you are running great risks in forming a connection with the daughter of a fanatic and eccentric like Godwin." Shelley would be employing the strict rationalism of the older and stronger free thinkers, if he answered, " From what I observe of your mind, you are rushing on destruction in marrying the great-niece of an old 40 Eugenics and Other Evils corpse of a courtier and dilettante like Samuel Rogers." It is only opinion for opinion. Nobody can pretend that either Mary Godwin or Samuel Rogers was mad ; and the general view a man may hold about the healthiness of inheriting their blood or type is simply the same sort of general view by which men do marry for love or liking. There is no reason to sup- pose that Dr. Karl Pearson is any better judge of a bridegroom than the bridegroom is of a bride. An objection may be anticipated here, but it is very easily answered. It may be said that we do, in fact, call in medical speciahsts to settle whether a man is mad ; and that these specialists go by tech- nical and even secret tests that caimot be known to the mass of men. It is obvious that this is true ; it is equally obvious that it does not affect our argu- ment. When we ask the doctor whether our grand- father is going mad, we still mean mad by our own common human definition. We mean, is he going to be a certain sort of person whom all men recognise when once he exists. That certain specialists can detect the approach of him, before he exists, does not alter the fact that it is of the practical and popu- lar madman that we are talking, and of him alone. The doctor merely sees a certain fact potentially in the future, while we, with less information, can only see it in the present ; but his fact is our fact and everybody's fact, or we should not bother about it at all. Here is no question of the doctor bringing an entirely^new sort of person under coercion, as in the The Lunatic and the Law 41 Feeble-Minded Bill. The doctor can say, " Tobacco is death to you," because the disUke of death can be taken for granted, being a highly democratic institution ; and it is the same with the dislike of the indubitable exception called madness. The doctor can say, " Jones has that twitch in the nerves, and he may burn down the house." But it is not the medical detail we fear, but the moral upshot. We should say, " Let him twitch, as long as he doesn't bum down the house." The doctor may say, " He has that look in the eyes, and he may take the hatchet and brain you all." But we do not object to the look in the eyes as such ; we object to consequences which, once come, we should all call insane if there were no doctors in the world. We should say, "Let him look how he Ukes ; as long as he does not look for the hatchet." Now, that specialists are valuable for this par- ticular and practical purpose, of predicting the ap- proach of enormous and admitted human calamities, nobody but a fool would deny. But that does not bring us one inch nearer to allowing them the right to define what is a calamity ; or to call things calamities which common sense does not call calamities. We call in the doctor to save us from death ; and, death being admittedly an evil, he has the right to administer the queerest and most recondite pill which he may think is a cure for all such menaces of death. He has not the right to administer death, as the cure for all human ills. And as he has no moral authority to enforce a new conception of happiness, so he has no 42 Eugenics and Other Evils moral authority to enforce a new conception of sanity. He may know I am going mad ; for madness is an isolated thing like leprosy ; and I know nothing about leprosy. But if he merely thinks my mind is weak, I may happen to think the same of his. I often do. In short, unless pilots are to be permitted to ram ships on to the rocks and then say that heaven is the only true harbour ; unless judges are to be allowed to let murderers loose, and explain afterwards that the murder had done good on the whole ; tmless sol- diers are to be allowed to lose battles and then point out that true glory is to be found in the valley of humiliation ; unless cashiers are to rob a bank in order to give it an advertisement ; or dentists to torture people to give them a contrast to their com- forts ; unless we are prepared to let loose all these private fancies against the pubHc and accepted mean- ing of life or safety or prosperity or pleasure — ^then it is as plain as Punch's nose that no scientific man must be allowed to meddle with the public definition of madness. We call him in to tell us where it is or when it is. We could not do so, if we had not our- selves settled what it is. As I wish to confine myself in this chapter to the primary point of the plain existence of sanity and insanity, I wiU not be led along any of the attrac- tive paths that open here. I shall endeavour to deal with them in the next chapter. Here I confine myself to a sort of summary. Suppose a man's throat has been cut, quite swiftly and suddenly, with a table The Lunatic and the Law 43 knife, at a small table where we sit. The whole of civil law rests on the supposition that we are wit- nesses ; that we saw it ; and if we do not know about it, who does ? Now suppose all the witnesses fall into a quarrel about degrees of eyesight. Suppose one says he had brought his reading-glasses instead of his usual glasses ; and therefore did not see the man fall across the table and cover it with blood. Suppose another says he could not be certain it was blood, because a slight colour-blindness was hereditary in his family. Suppose a third says he cannot swear to the uplifted knife, because his oculist tells him he is astigmatic, and vertical lines do not affect him as do horizontal lines. Suppose another says that dots have often danced before his eyes in very fantastic combinations, many of which were very like one gentleman cutting another gentleman's throat at dinner. All these things refer to real experiences. There is such a thing as myopia ; there is such a thing as colour-blindness ; there is such a thing as astig- matism ; there is such a thing as shifting shapes swim- ming before the eyes. But what should we think of a whole dinner party that could give nothing except these highly scientific explanations when found in company with a corpse ? I imagine there are only two things we could think : either that they were all drunk, or they were all murderers. And yet there is an exception. If there were one man at table who was admittedly blind, should we not give him the benefit of the doubt ? Should we not 44 Eugenics and Other Evils honestly feel that he was the exception that proved the rule ? The very fact that he could not have seen would remind us that the other men must have seen. The very fact that he had no eyes must remind us of eyes. A man can be bUnd ; a man can be dead ; a man can be mad. But the comparison is neces- sarily weak, after all. For it is the essence of mad- ness to be unlike anything else in the world : which is perhaps why so many men wiser than we have traced it to another. Lastly, the Uteral maniac is different from all other persons in dispute in this vital respect : that he is the only person whom we can, with a final lucidity, declare that we do not want. He is almost always miserable himself, and he always makes others miser- able. But this is not so with the mere invaUd. The Eugenists would probably answer all my examples by taking the case of marrjdng into a family with consumption (or some such disease which they are fairly sure is hereditary) and asking whether such cases at least are not clear cases for a Eugenic inter- vention. Permit me to point out to them that they once more make a confusion of thought. The sick- ness or soundness of a consumptive may be a clear and calculable matter. The happiness or unhappi- ness of a consumptive is quite another matter, and is not calculable at all. What is the good of telling people that if they marry for love, they may be punished by being the parents of Keats or the parents of Steven- son ? Keats died young ; but he had more pleasure The Lunatic and the Law 45 in a minute than a Eugenist gets in a month. Steven- son had lung-trouble ; and it may, for all I know, have been perceptible to the Eugenic eye even a generation before. But who would perform that illegal operation : the stopping of Stevenson ? Inter- cepting a letter bursting with good news, confiscat- ing a hamper full of presents and prizes, pouring tor- rents of intoxicating wine into the sea, all this is a faint approximation for the Eugenic inaction of the ancestors of Stevenson. This, however, is not the essential point ; with Stevenson it is not merely a case of the pleasure we get, but of the pleasure he got. If he had died without writing a Une, he would have had more red-hot joy than is given to most men. Shall 1 say of him, to whom I owe so much, let the day perish wherein he was born ? Shall I pray that the stars of the twilight thereof be dark and it be not numbered among the days of the year, because it shut not up the doors of his mother's womb ? I respectfully decline; like Job, I will put my hand upon my mouth. CHAPTER V THE FLYING AUTHORITY It happened one day that an atheist and a man were standing together on a doorstep ; and the atheist said, "It is raining." To which the man repUed, " What is raining ? " : which question was the begin- ning of a violent quarrel and a lasting friendship. I will not touch upon any heads of the dispute, which doubtless included Jupiter Pluvius, the Neuter Gender, Pantheism, Noah's Ark, Mackintoshes, and the Passive Mood ; but I will record the one point upon which the two persons emerged in some agreement. It was that there is such a thing as an atheistic Uterary style ; that materialism may appear in the mere diction of a man, though he be speaking of clocks or cats or anything quite remote from theology. The mark of the atheistic style is that it instinctively chooses the word which suggests that things are dead things ; that things have no souls. Thus they will not speak of waging war, which means willing it ; they speak of the " outbreak of war," as if all the guns blew up without the men touching them. Thus those Socialists that are atheist will not call their international sympathy, sympathy; they wiU call it " solidarity," as if the poor men of France and Ger- 46 The Flying Authority 47 many were physically stuck together like dates in a grocer's shop. The same Marxian SociaUsts are accused of cursing the Capitalists inordinately ; but the truth is that they let the Capitahsts off much too easily. For instead of sajdng that employers pay less wages, which might pin the employers to some moral responsibihty, they insist on talking about the " rise and fall " of wages ; as if a vast silver sea of sixpences and shillings was always going up and down automatically like the real sea at Margate. Thus they will not speak of reform, but of develop- ment ; and they spoil their one honest and virile phrase, " the class war," by talking of it as no one in his wits can talk of a war, predicting its finish and final result as one calculates the coming of Christmas Day or the taxes. Thus, lastly (as we shall see touching our special subject-matter here) the atheist style in letters always avoids talking of love or lust, which are things alive, and caUs marriage or con- cubinage " the relations of the sexes " ; as if a man and a woman were two wooden objects standing in a certain angle and attitude to each other, like a table and a chair. Now the same anarchic mystery that cUngs round the phrase, " il pleut," cUngs round the phrase, " il faut." In English it is generally represented by the passive mood in grammar, and the Eugenists and their like deal especially in it ; they are as passive in their statements as they are active in their experiments. Their sentences always enter tail first, and have no 48 Eugenics and Other Evils subject, like animals without heads. It is never " the doctor should cut off this leg " or " the police- man should collar that man." It is always " Such limbs should be amputated," or " Such men should be under restraint." Hamlet said, "I should have fatted aU the region kites with this slave's offal." The Eugenist would say, "The region kites should, if possible, be fattened ; and the offal of this slave is available for the dietetic experiment." Lady Mac- beth said, " Give me the daggers ; I'U let his bowels out." The Eugenist would say, " In such cases the bowels should, etc." Do not blame me for the repul- siveness of the comparisons. I have searched Enghsh literatmre for the most decent parallels to Eugenist language. The formless god that broods over the East is called " Om." The formless god who has begun to brood over the West is called " On." But here we must make a distinction. The impersonal word on is French, and the French have a right to use it, because they are a democracy. And when a Frenchman says " one " he does not mean himself, but the normal citizen. He does not mean merely " one," but one and all. " On n'a que sa parole " does not mean " Noblesse oblige," or " I am the Duke of Billingsgate and must keep my word." It means : " One has a sense of honour as one has a backbone : every man, rich or poor, should feel honourable " ; and this, whether possible or no, is the purest ambition of the republic. But when the Eugenists say, " Conditions The Flying Authority 49 must be altered " or " Ancestry should be investi- gated," or what not, it seems clear that they do not mean that the democracy must do it, whatever else they may mean. They do not mean that any man not evidently mad may be trusted with these tests and re-arrangements, as the French democratic system trusts such a man with a vote or a farm or the control of a family. That would mean that Jones and Brown, being both ordinary men, would set about arranging each otber's marriages. And this state of affairs would seem a little elaborate, and it might occur even to the Eugenic mind that if Jones and Brown are quite capable of arranging each other's marriages, it is just possible that they might be capable of arranging their own. This dilemma, which applies in so simple a case, applies equally to any wide and sweeping system of Eugenist voting ; for though it is true that the com- munity can judge more dispassionately than a man can judge in his own case, this particular question of the choice of a wife is so full of disputable shades in every conceivable case, that it is surely obvious that almost any democracy would simply vote the thing out of the sphere of voting, as they would any pro- posal of poUce interference in the choice of walking weather or of children's names. I should not hke to be the pohtician who should propose a particular instance of Eugenics to be voted on by the French people. Democracy dismissed, it is here hardly needful to consider the other old models. Modern scientists 50 Eugenics and Other Evils will not say that George III., in his lucid inter- vals, should settle who is mad ; or that the aristocracy that introduced gout shall supervise diet. I hold it clear, therefore, if anjrthing is clear about the business, that the Eugenists do not merely mean that the mass of common men should settle each other's marriages between them ; the question remains, therefore, whom they do instinctively trust when they say that this or that ought to be done. What is this flying and evanescent authority that vanishes wherever we seek to fix it ? Who is the man who is the lost subject that governs the Eugenist's verb ? In a large number of cases I think we can simply say that the individual Eugenist means himself, and nobody else. Indeed one Eugenist, Mr. A. H. Huth, actually had a sense of humom-, and admitted this. He thinks a great deal of good could be done -with a surgical knife, if we would only turn him loose with one. And this may be true. A great deal of good could be done with a loaded revolver, in the hands of a judicious student of human natiure. But it is imperative that the Eugenist should perceive that on that principle we can never get beyond a perfect balance of different sympathies and antipathies. I mean that I should differ from Dr. Saleeby or Dr. Karl Pearson not only in a vast majority of individual cases, but in a vast majority of cases in which they would be bound to admit that such a difference w£is natural and reasonable. The chief victim of these famous doctors would be a yet more famous The Flying Authority 51 doctor: that eminent though unpopular practitioner. Dr. FeU. To show that such rational and serious differences do exist, I will take one instance from that Bill which proposed to protect families and the public generally from the burden of feeble-minded persons. Now, even if I could share the Eugenic contempt for human rights, even if I could start gaily on the Eugenic campaign, I should not begin by removing feeble-minded persons. I have known as many families in as many classes as most men ; and I cannot remember meeting any very monstrous human suffering arising out of the presence of such insufficient and negative types. There seem to be comparatively few of them ; and those few by no means the worst burdens upon domes- tic happiness. I do not hear of them often ; I do not hear of them doing much more harm than good ; and in the few cases I know well they are not only regarded with human affection, but can be put to certain Umited forms of human use. Even if I were a Eugenist, then I should not personally elect to waste my time locking up the feeble-minded. The people I should lock up would be the strong-minded. I have known hardly any cases of mere mental weak- ness making a family a failure ; I have known eight or nine cases of violent and exaggerated force of character making a family a hell. If the strong- minded could be segregated it would quite certainly be better for their friends and families. And if there is really anything in heredity, it would be better for 52 Eugenics and Other Evils posterity too. For the kind of egoist I mean is a madman in a much more plausible sense than the mere harmless " deficient " ; and to hand on the horrors of his anarchic and insatiable temperament is a much graver responsibiUty than to leave a mere inheritance of childishness. I would not arrest such tyrants, because I think that even moral tjranny in a few homes is better than a medical tyranny turning the state into a madhouse. I would not segregate them, because I respect a man's free-wiU and his front- door and his right to be tried by his peers. But since free-will is believed by Eugenists no more than by Calvinists, since front-doors are respected by Eugenists no more than by house-breakers, and since the Habeas Corpus is about as sacred to Eugenists as it would be to King John, why do not they bring light and peace into so many human homes by removing a demoniac from each of them ? Why do not the promoters of the Feeble-Minded Bill call at the many grand houses in town or country where such nightmares notoriously are ? Why do they not knock at the door and take the bad squire away ? Why do they not ring the bell and remove the dipsomaniac prize-fighter ? I do not know; and there is only one reason I can think of, which must remain a matter of speculation. When I was at school, the kind of boy who liked teasing half- wits was not the sort that stood up to buLies. That, however it may be, does not concern my argument. I mention the case of the strong-minded variety of the monstrous merely to give one out of The Flying Authority 53 the hundred cases of the instant divergence of indivi- dual opinions the moment we begin to discuss who is fit or unfit to propagate. If Dr. Saleeby and I were setting out on a segregating trip together, we should separate at the very door ; and if he had a thousand doctors with him, they would all go different ways. Everyone who has known as many kind and capable doctors as I have, knows that the ablest and sanest of them have a tendency to possess some little hobby or half-discovery of their own, as that oranges are bad for children, or that trees are dangerous in gardens, or that many more people ought to wear spectacles. It is asking too much of human nature to expect them not to cherish such scraps of origin- ality in a hard, dull, and often heroic trade. But the inevitable result of it, as exercised by the indivi- dual Saleebys, would be that each man would have his favourite kind of idiot. Each doctor would be mad on his own madman. One would have his eye on devotional curates ; another would wander about collecting obstreperous majors ; a third would be the terror of animal-loving spinsters, who would flee with all their cats and dogs before him. Short of sheer literal anarchy, therefore, it seems plain that the Eugenist must find some authority other than his own implied personality. He must, once and for aU, learn the lesson which is hardest for him and me and for all our fallen race — the fact that he is only himself. We now pass from mere individual men who obvi- ously cannot be trusted, even if they are individual 54 Eugenics and Other Evils medical men, with such despotism over their neigh- bours ; and we come to consider whether the Eugenists have at all clearly traced any more imaginable public authority, any apparatus of great experts or great examinations to which such risks of tyranny could be trusted. They are not very precise about this either ; indeed, the great difficulty I have throughout in con- sidering what are the Eugenist's proposals is that they do not seem to know themselves. Some philosophic attitude which I cannot myself connect with human reason seems to make them actually proud of the dimness of their definitions and the uncompleteness of their plans. The Eugenic optimism seems to par- take generally of the nature of that dazzled and con- fused confidence, so common in private theatricals, that it will be all right on the night. They have all the ancient despotism, but none of the ancient dog- matism. If they are ready to reproduce the secrecies and cruelties of the Inquisition, at least we cannot accuse them of offending us with any of that close and complicated thought, that arid and exact logic which narrowed the minds of the Middle Ages ; they have discovered how to combine the hardening of the heart with a sympathetic softening of the head. Nevertheless, there is one large, though vague, idea of the Eugenists, which is an idea, and which we reach when we reach this problem of a more general super- vision. It was best presented perhaps by the distinguished doctor who wrote the article on these matters in that The Flying Authority 55 composite book which Mr. Wells edited, and called " The Great State." He said the doctor should no longer be a mere plasterer of paltry maladies, but should be, in his own words, " the health adviser of the community." The same can be expressed with even more point and simplicity in the proverb that prevention is better than cure. Commenting on this, I said that it amounted to treating all people who are well as if they were ill. This the writer admitted to be true, only adding that everyone is ill. To which I rejoin that if everyone is ill the health adviser is ill too, and therefore cannot know how to cure that minimum of illness. This is the fundamental fallacy in the whole business of preventive medicine. Pre- vention is not better than cure. Cutting off a man's head is not better than curing his headache ; it is not even better than failing to cure it. And it is the same if a man is in revolt, even a morbid revolt. Taking the heart out of him by slavery is not better than leaving the heart in him, even if you leave it a broken heart. Prevention is not only not better than cure ; prevention is even worse than disease. Prevention means being an invalid for life, with the extra exasperation of being quite well. I will ask God, but certainly not man, to prevent me in all my doings. But the decisive and discussable form of this is well summed up in that phrase about the health adviser of society. I am sure that those who speak thus have something in their minds larger and more illuminat- ing than the other two propositions we have con- 56 Eugenics and Other Evils sidered. They do not mean that all citizens should decide, which would mean merely the present vague and dubious balance. They do not mean that all medical men should decide, which would mean a much more unbalanced balance. They mean that a few men might be found who had a consistent scheme and vision of a healthy nation, as Napoleon had a consistent scheme and vision of an army. It is cold anarchy to say that all men are to meddle in all men's marriages. It is cold anarchy to say that any doctor may seize and segregate anyone he likes. But it is not anarchy to say that a few great hygienists might enclose or limit the life of all citizens, as nurses do with a family of children. It is not anarchy, it is tyranny ; but tsnranny is a workable thing. When we ask by what process such men could be certainly chosen, we are back again on the old dUenmia of despotism, which means a man, or democracy which means men, or aristocracy which means favouritism. But as a vision the thing is plausible and even rational. It is rational, and it is wrong. It is wrong, quite apart from the suggestion that an expert on health cannot be chosen. It is wrong because an expert on health cannot exist. An expert on disease can exist, for the very reason we have already considered in the case of madness, because experts can only arise out of exceptional things. A parallel with any of the other learned professions will make the point plain. If I am prosecuted for trespass, I will ask my solicitor which of the local lanes I am The Flying Authority 57 forbidden to walk in. But if my solicitor, having gained my case, were so elated that he insisted on settling what lanes I should walk in ; if he asked me to let him map out all my country walks, because he was the perambulatory adviser of the community — then that solicitor would solicit in vain. If he will insist on walking behind me through woodland ways, pointing out with his walking-stick likely avenues and attractive short-cuts, I shall turn on him with passion, saying : " Sir, I pay you to know one particular puzzle in Latin and Norman-French, which they call the law of England ; and you do know the law of England. I have never had any earthly reason to suppose that you know England. If you did, you would leave a man alone when he was looking at it." As are the limits of the lawyer's special knowledge about walking, so are the Umits of the doctor's. If I fall over the stump of a tree and break my leg, as is likely enough, I shall say to the lawyer, " Please go and fetch the doctor." I shall do it be- cause the doctor really has a larger knowledge of a narrower area. There are only a certain number of ways in which a leg can be broken ; I know none of them, and he knows all of them. There is such a thing as being a specialist in broken legs. There is no such thing as being a specialist in legs. When un- broken, legs are a matter of taste. If the doctor has really mended my leg, he may merit a colossal equestrian statue on the top of an eternal tower of brass. But if the doctor has really mended my leg 58 Eugenics and Other Evils he has no more rights over it. He must not come and teach me how to walk ; because he and I learnt that in the same school, the nursery. And there is no more abstract likelihood of the doctor walking more elegantly than I do than there is of the barber or the bishop or the burglar walking more elegantly than I do. There cannot be a general specialist ; the specialist can have no kind of authority, unless he has avowedly limited his range. There cannot be such a thing as the health adviser of the community, because there cannot be such a thing as one who specialises in the universe. Thus when Dr. Saleeby says that a young man about to be married should be obliged to produce his health-book as he does his bank-book, the expression is neat ; but it does not convey the real respects in which the two things agree, and in which they differ. To begin with, of course, there is a great deal too much of the bank-book for the sanity of our common- wealth ; and it is highly probable that the health- book, as conducted in modem- conditions, would rapidly become as timid, as snobbish, and as sterile as the money side of marriage has become. In the moral atmosphere of modernity the poor and the honest would probably get as much the worst of it if we fought with health-books as they do when we fight with bank-books. But that is a more general matter ; the real point is in the difference between the two. The difference is in this vital fact : that a monied man generally thinks about money, whereas The Flying Authority 59 a healthy man does not think about health. If the strong young man cannot produce his health-book, it is for the perfectly simple reason that he has not got one. He can mention some extraordinary malady he has ; but every man of honour is expected to do that now, whatever may be the decision that foUows on the knowledge. Health is simply Nature, and no naturalist ought to have the impudence to understand it. Health, one may say, is God ; and no agnostic has any right to claim His acquaintance. For God must mean, among other things, that mystical and multitudinous balance of all things, by which they 'are at least able to stand up straight and endure ; and any scientist who pre- tends to have exhausted this subject of ultimate sanity, I will caU the lowest of religious fanatics. I will allow him to understand the madman, for the madman is an exception. But if he says he understands the sane man, then he says he has the secret of the Creator. For whenever you and I feel fully sane, we are quite incapable of naming the elements that make up that mysterious simpUcity. We can no more analyse such peace in the soul than we can conceive in our heads the whole enormous and dizzy equili- brium by which, out of suns roaring hke infernos and heavens toppHng Hke precipices. He has hanged the world upon nothing. We conclude, therefore, that unless Eugenic activity be restricted to monstrous things like mania, there is no constituted or constitutable authority that 6o Eugenics and Other Evils can really over-rule men in a matter in which they are so largely on a level. In the matter of funda- mental human rights, nothing can be above Man, except God. An institution claiming to come from God might have such authority ; but this is the last claim the Eugenists are likely to make. One caste or one profession seeking to rule men in such matters is like a man's right eye claiming to rule him, or his left leg to run away with him. It is madness. We now pass on to consider whether there is really anjrthing in the way of Eugenics to be done, with such cheerful- ness as we may possess after discovering that there is nobody to do it. CHAPTER VI THE UNANSWERED CHALLENGE Dr. Saleeby did me the honour of referring to me in one of his addresses on this subject, and said that even I cannot produce any but a feeble-minded child from a feeble-minded ancestry. To which I reply, first of all, that he cannot produce a feeble- minded child. The whole point of our contention is that this phrase conveys nothing fixed and outside opinion. There is such a thing as mania, which has always been segregated ; there is such a thing as idiotcy, which has always been segregated ; but feeble-mindedness is a new phrase under which you might segregate anybody. It is essential that this fundamental fallacy in the use of statistics should be got somehow into the modern mind. Such people must be made to see the point, which is surely plain enough, that it is useless to have exact figures if they are exact figures about an inexact phrase. If I say, " There are five fools in Acton," it is surely quite clear that, though no mathematician can make five the same as four or six, that will not stop you or anyone else from finding a few more fools in Acton. Now weak-mindedness, like folly, is a term divided from madness in this vital manner — that in one sense 6[ 62 Eugenics and Other Evils it applies to all men, in another to most men, in another to very many men, and so on. It is as if Dr. Saleeby were to say, " Vanity, I find, is imdoubtedly hereditary. Here is Mrs. Jones, who was very sensi- tive about her sonnets being criticised, and I found her little daughter in a new frock looking in the glass. The experiment is conclusive, the demon- stration is complete ; there in the first generation is the artistic temperament — that is vanity ; and there in the second generation is dress — and that is vanity." We should answer, " My friend, all is vanity, vanity and vexation of spirit — especially when one has to listen to logic of your favourite kind. Obviously all human beings must value themselves ; and obvi- ously there is in all such valuation an element of weakness, since it is not the valuation of eternal justice. What is the use of your finding by experi- ment in some pepole a thing we know by reason must be in aU of them ? " Here it will be as well to pause a moment and avert one possible misunderstanding. I do not mean that you and I cannot and do not practically see and personally remark on this or that eccentric or inter- mediate type, for which the word " feeble-minded " might be a very convenient word, and might corre- spond to a genuine though indefinable fact of experi- ence. In the same way we might speak, and do speak, of such and such a person being " mad with vanity " without wanting two keepers to walk in and take the person off. But I ask the reader to The Unanswered Challenge 63 remember always that I am talking of words, not as they are used in talk or novels, but as they will be used, and have been used, in warrants and certificates, and Acts of Parliament. The distinction between the two is perfectly clear and practical. The difference is that a novelist or a talker can be trusted to try and hit the mark ; it is all to his glory that the cap should fit, that the type should be recognised ; that he should, in a literary sense, hang the right man. But it is by no means always to the interests of governments or officials to hang the right man. The fact that they often do stretch words in order to cover cases is the whole foundation of having any fixed laws or free institutions at edl. My point is not that I have never met anyone whom I should call feeble-minded, rather than mad or imbecile. My point is that if I want to dispossess a nephew, oust a rival, silence a blackmailer, or get rid of an im- portunate widow, there is nothing in logic to prevent my caUing them feeble-minded too. And the vaguer the charge is the less they will be able to disprove it. One does not, as I have said, need to deny heredity in order to resist such legislation, any more than one needs to deny the spiritual world in order to resist an epidemic of witch-burning. I admit there may be such a thing as hereditary feeble-mindedness ; I believe there is such a thing as witchcraft. Behev- ing that there are spirits, I am bound in mere reason to suppose that there are probably evil spirits ; 64 Eugenics and Other Evils believing that there are evil spirits, I am bound in mere reason to suppose that some men grow evil by dealing with them. All that is mere rationalism ; the super- stition (that is the unreasoning repugnance and terror) is in the person who admits there can be angels but denies there can be devils. The superstition is in the person who admits there can be devils but denies there can be diaboHsts. Yet I should certainly resist any effort to search for witches, for a perfectly simple reason, which is the key of the whole of this contro- versy. The reason is that it is one thing to believe in witches, and quite another to beheve in witch- smellers. I have more respect for the old witch- finders than for the Eugenists, who go about persecut- ing the fool of the family ; because the witch-finders, according to their own conviction, ran a risk. Witches were not the feeble-minded, but the strong-minded — the evil mesmerists, the rulers of the elements. Many a raid on a witch, right or wrong, seemed to the villagers who did it a righteous popular rising against a vast spiritual tyranny, a papacy of sin. Yet we know that the thing degenerated into a rabid and despicable per- secution of the feeble or the old. It ended by being a war upon the weak. It ended by being what Eugenics begins by being. When I said above that I believed in witches, but not in witch-smellers, I stated my full position about that conception of heredity, that half-formed philo- sophy of fears and omens ; of curses and weird recur- rence and darkness and the doom of blood, which, as The Unanswered Challenge 65 preached to humanity to-day, is often more inhuman than witchcraft itself. I do not deny that this dark element exists ; I only affirm that it is dark ; or, in other words, that its most strenuous students are evidently in the dark about it. I would no more trust Dr. Karl Pearson on a heredity-hiuit than on a heresy- hunt. I am perfectly ready to give my reasons for thinking this ; and I beheve any well-balanced person, if he reflects on them, will think as I do. There are two senses in which a man may be said to know or not know a subject. I know the subject of arith- metic, for instance ; that is, I am not good at it, but I know what it is. I am sufficiently famihar with its use to see the absurdity of anyone who says, " So vulgar a fraction cannot be mentioned before ladies," or " This unit is Unionist, I hope." Considering myself for one moment as an arithmetician, I may say that I know next to nothing about my subject : but I know my subject. I know it in the street. There is the other kind of man, hke Dr. Karl Pearson, who undoubtedly knows a vast amount about his sub- ject ; who undoubledly lives in great forests of facts concerning kinship and inheritance. But it is not, by any means, the same thing to have searched the forests and to have recognised the frontiers. Indeed, the two things generally belong to two very different types of mind. I gravely doubt whether the Astro- nomer-Royal would write the best essay on the rela- tions between astronomy and astrology. I doubt whether the President of the Geographical Society could 66 Eugenics and Other Evils give the best definition and history of the words " geography " and " geology." Now the students of heredity, especially, under- stand all of their subject except their subject. They were, I suppose, bred and born in that brier- patch, and have really explored it without coming to the end of it. That is, they have studied everything but the question of what they are studying. Now I do not propose to rely merely on myself to teU them jvhat they are studying. I propose, as will be seen in a moment, to call the testimony of a great man who has himself studied it. But to begin with, the domain of heredity (for those who see its frontiers) is a sort of triangle, enclosed on its three sides by three facts. The first is that heredity undoubtedly exists, or there would be no such thing as a family likeness, and every marriage might sud- denly produce a small negro. The second is that even simple heredity can never be simple ; its com- plexity must be literally unfathomable, for in that field fight unthinkable millions. But yet again it never is simple heredity : for the instant anyone is, he experiences. The third is that these innumerable ancient influences, these instant immdations of experi- ences, come together according to a combination that is unlike anything else on this earth. It is a com- bination that does combine. It cannot be sorted out again, even on the Day of Judgment. Two totally different people have become in the sense most sacred, frightful, and unanswerable, one flesh. If a The Unanswered Challenge 67 golden-haired Scandinavian girl has married a very swarthy Jew, the Scandinavian side of the family may say till they are blue in the face that the baby has his mother's nose or his mother's eyes. They can never be certain the black-haired Bedouin is not present in every feature, in every inch. In the person of the baby he may have gently pulled his wife's nose. In the person of the baby he may have partly blacked his wife's eyes. Those are the three first facts of heredity. That it exists ; that it is subtle and made of a miUion ele- ments ; that it is simple, and cannot be unmade into those elements. To summarise : you know there is wine in the soup. You do not know how many wines there are in the soup, because you do not know how many wines there are in the world. And you never will know, because all chemists, all cooks, and all common-sense people tell you that the soup is of such a sort that it can never be chemically analysed. That is a perfectly fair parallel to the hereditary element in the human soul. There are many ways in which one can feel that there is wine in the soup, as in suddenly ttisting a wine specially favoured ; that corresponds to seeing suddenly flash on a young face the image of some ancestor you have known. But even then the taster cannot be certain he is not tasting one familiar wine among many unfamiliar ones — or seeing one known ancestor among a miUion unknown ancestors. Another way is to get drunk on the soup, which corresponds to the case of those 68 Eugenics and Other Evils who say they are driven to sin and death by hereditary doom. But even then the drunkard cannot be cer- tain it was the soup, any more than the traditional drunkard who is certain it was the salmon. Those are the facts about heredity which anyone can see. The upshot of them is not only that a miss is as good as a mile, but a miss is as good as a win. If the child has his parents' nose (or noses) that may be heredity. But if he has not, that may be heredity too. And as we need not take heredity hghtly because two generations differ — so we need not take heredity a scrap more seriously because two generations are similar. The thing is there, in what cases we know not, in what proportion we know not, and we can- not know. Now it is just here that the decent difference of function between Dr. Saleeby's trade and mine comes in. It is his business to study human health and sickness as a whole, in a spirit of more or less en- lightened guesswork ; and it is perfectly natural that he should allow for heredity here, there, and every- where, as a man cUmbing a mountain or sailing a boat will allow for weather without even explaining it to himself. An utterly different attitude is incumbent on any conscientious man writing about what laws should be enforced or about how commonwealths should be governed. And when we consider how plain a fact is murder, and yet how hesitant and even hazy we all grow about the guilt of a murderer, when we consider how simple an act is stealing, and yet how The Unanswered Challenge 69 hard it is to convict and punish those rich commer- cial pirates who steal the most, when we consider how cruel and clumsy the law can be even about things as old and plain as the Ten Commandments — I simply cannot conceive any responsible person proposing to legislate on our broken knowledge and bottomless ignorance of heredity. But though I have to consider this dull matter in its due logical order, it appears to me that this part of the matter has been settled, and settled in a most masterly way, by somebody who has infinitely more right to speak on it than I have. Our press seems to have a perfect genius for fitting people with caps that don't fit ; and affixing the wrong terms of eulogy and even the wrong terms of abuse. And just as people will talk of Bernard Shaw as a naughty wink- ing Pierrot, when he is the last great Puritan and really believes in respectability ; just as {si farva licet etc.) they will talk of my own paradoxes, when I pass my life in preaching that the truisms are true ; so an enormous number of newspaper readers seem to have it fixed firmly in their heads that Mr. H. G. Wells is a harsh and horrible Eugenist in great gobUn spectacles, who wants to put us all into metallic microscopes and dissect us with metallic tools. As a matter of fact, of course, Mr. Wells, so far from being too definite, is generally not definite enough. He is an absolute wizard in the appreciation of atmospheres and the opening of vistas ; but his answers are more agnostic than his questions. His books will do every- 70 Eugenics and Other Evils thing except shut. And so far from being the sort of man who would stop a man from propagating, he cannot even stop a full stop. He is not Eugenic enough to prevent the black dot at the end of a sentence from breeding a line of little dots. But this is not the clear-cut blunder of which I spoke. The real blunder is this. Mr. Wells deserves a tiara of crowns and a garland of medals for all kinds of reasons. But if I were restricted, on grounds of public economy, to giving Mr. Wells only one medal ob cives servatos, I would give him a medal as the Eugenist who destroyed Eugenics. For everyone spoke of him, rightly or wrongly, as a Eugenist ; and he cer- tainly had, as I have not, the training and type of culture required to consider the matter merely in a biological and not in a generally moral sense. The result was that in that fine book, " Mankind in the Making," where he inevitably came to grips with the problem, he threw down to the Eugenists an intellec- tual challenge which seems to me unanswerable, but which, at any rate, is unanswered. I do not mean that no remote Eugenist wrote upon the subject ; for it is impossible to read all writings, especially Eugenist writings. I do mean that the leading Eugenists write as if this challenge had never been offered. The gauntlet lies unlifted on the ground. Having given honour for the idea where it is due, I may be permitted to summarise it myself for the sake of brevity. Mr. Wells' point was this. That we cannot be ceilain about the inheritance of health, The Unanswered Challenge 71 because health is not a quality. It is not a thing like darkness in the hair or length in the limbs. It is a relation, a balance. You have a tall, strong man ; but his very strength depends on his not being too tall for his strength. You catch a healthy, full-blooded fellow ; but his very health depends on his being not too full of blood. A heart that is strong for a dwarf will be weak for a giant ; a nervous system that would kill a man with a trace of a certain illness will sustain him to ninety if he has no trace of that illness. Nay, the same nervous system might kill him if he had an excess of some other comparatively healthy thing. Seeing, therefore, that there are apparently healthy people of all types, it is obvious that if you mate two of them, you may even then produce a discord out of two inconsistent harmonies. It is obvious that you can no more be certain of a good offspring than you can be certain of a good tune if you play two fine airs at once on the same piano. You can be even less cer- tain of it in the more dehcate case of beauty, of which the Eugenists talk a great deal. Marry two handsome people whose noses tend to the aquihne, and their baby (for all you know) may be a goblin with a nose like an enormous parrot's. Indeed, I actually know a case of this kind. The Eugenist has to settle, not the result of fixing one steady thing to a second steady thing ; but what will happen when one toppling and dizzy equilibrium crashes into another. This is the interesting conclusion. It is on this 72 Eugenics and Other Evils degree of knowledge that we are asked to abandon the universal morality of mankind. When we have stopped the lover from marrpng the unfortunate woman he loves, when we have found him another uproariously healthy female whom he does not love in the least, even then we have no logical evidence that the result may not be as horrid and dangerous as if he had behaved like a man of honour. CHAPTER VII THE ESTABLISHED CHURCH OF DOUBT Let us now finally consider what the honest Eugenists do mean, since it has become increasingly evident that they cannot mean what they say. Unfortu- nately, the obstacles to any explanation of this are such as to insist on a circuitous approach. The ten- dency of all that is printed and much that is spoken to-day is to be, in the only true sense, behind the times. It is because it is always in a hurry that it is always too late. Give an ordinary man a day to write an article, and he will remember the things he has really heard latest ; and may even, in the last glory of the sunset, begin to think of what he thinks himself. Give him an hour to write it, and he wiU think of the nearest text-book on the topic, and make the best mosaic he may out of classical quotations and old authorities. Give him ten minutes to write it and he wiU run screaming for refuge to the old nur- sery where he learnt his stalest proverbs, or the old school where he learnt his stalest politics. The quicker goes the journalist the slower go his thoughts. The result is the newspaper of our time, which every day can be delivered earlier and earlier, and which, every day, is less worth delivering at all. The poor panting F 73 74 Eugenics and Other Evils critic falls farther and farther behind the motor-car of modern fact. Fifty years ago he was barely fifteen years behind the times. Fifteen years ago he was not more than fifty years behind the times. Just now he is rather more than a hundred years behind the times : and the proof of it is that the things he says, though manifest nonsense about our society to-day, really were true about our society some hundred and thirty years ago. The best instance of his belated state is his perpetual assertion that the supernatural is less and less believed. It is a perfectly true and reaUstic account — of the eighteenth century. It is the worst possible account of this age of psychics and spirit-healers and fakirs and fashionable fortune- tellers. In fact, I generally reply in eighteenth century language to this eighteenth century illusion. If somebody says to me, " The creeds are crumbling," I reply, " And the King of Prussia, who is himself a Freethinker, is certainly capturing Silesia from the Catholic Empress." If somebody says, " Miracles must be reconsidered in the light of rational experience," I answer affably, " But I hope that our enlightened leader, Hubert, will not insist on guillotining that poor French queen." If somebody says, " We must watch for the rise of some new religion which can commend itself to reason," I reply, " But how much more necessary is it to watch for the rise of some military adventurer who may destroy the Republic ; and, to my mind, that young Major Bonaparte has rather a restless air." It is only in such language from The Established Church of Doubt 75 the Age of Reason that we can answer such things. The age we live in is something more than an age of superstition — ^it is an age of innumerable superstitions. But it is only with one example of this that I am con- cerned here. I mean the error that stiU sends men marching about disestablishing churches and talking of the tyranny of compulsory church teaching or compulsory church tithes. I do not wish for an irrelevant mis- understanding here ; 1 would myself certainly dis- establish any church that had a numerical minority, like the Irish or the Welsh ; and I think it would do a great deal of good to genuine churches that have a partly conventional majority, like the English, or even the Russian. But I should only do this if I had nothing else to do ; and just now there is very much else to do. For religion, orthodox or unorthodox, is not just now relying on the weapon of State establish- ment at all. The Pope practically made no attempt to preserve the Concordat ; but seemed rather relieved at the independence his Church gained by the destruc- tion of it : and it is common talk among the French clericalists that the Church has gained by the change. In Russia the one real charge brought by religious people (especially Roman Catholics) against the Orthodox Church is not its orthodoxy or heterodoxy, but its abject dependence on the State. In England we can almost measure an Anglican's fervour for his Church by his comparative coolness about its estab- lishment — that is, its control by a Parliament of 76 Eugenics and Other Evils Scotch Presbyterians like Balfour, or Welsh Congre- gationalists like Lloyd George. In Scotland the powerful combination of the two great sects outside the establishment have left it in a position in which it feels no disposition to boast of being called by mere lawyers the Church of Scotland. I am not here argu- ing that Churches should not depend on the State ; nor that they do not depend upon much worse things. It may be reasonably maintained that the strength of Romanism, though it be not in any national pohce, is in a moral police more rigid and vigilant. It may be reasonably maintained that the strength of Angli- canism, though it be not in estabhshment, is in aris- tocracy, and its shadow, which is called snobbishness. All I assert here is that the Churches are not now lean- ing heavily on their political estabhshment ; they are not using heavily the secular arm. Almost every- where their legal tithes have been modified, their legal boards of control have been mixed. They may still employ tj^anny, and worse t3n:anny : I am not considering that. They are not specially using that special tyranny which consists in using the govern- ment. The thing that really is trying to tyrannise through government is Science. The thing that really does use the secular arm is Science. And the creed that really is levying tithes and capturing schools, the creed that really is enforced by fine and imprison- ment, the creed that reaUy is proclaimed not in ser- mons but in statutes, and spread not by pilgrims but The Established Church of Doubt 77 by policemen — ^that creed is the great but disputed system of thought which began with Evolution and has ended in Eugenics. Materialism is really our established Church ; for the Government will really help it to persecute its heretics. Vaccination, in its hundred years of experiment, has been disputed almost as much as baptism in its approximate two thousand. But it seems quite natural to our politicians to enforce vaccination ; and it would seem to them madness to enforce baptism. I am not frightened of the word " persecution " when it is attributed to the churches ; nor is it in the least as a term of reproach that I attribute it to the men of science. It is as a term of legal fact. If it means the imposition by the police of a widely dis- puted theory, incapable of final proof — ^then our priests are not now persecuting, but our doctors are. The imposition of such dogmas constitutes a State Church — ^in an older and stronger sense than any that can be applied to any supernatural Church to-day. There are stUl places where the religious minority is forbidden to assemble or to teach in this way or that ; and yet more where it is excluded from this or that public post. But I cannot now recall any place where it is compelled by the criminal law to go through the rite of the official religion. Even the Young Turks did not insist on all Macedonians being circumcised. Now here we find ourselves confronted with an amazing fact. When, in the past, opinions so argu- able have been enforced by State violence, it has been 78 Eugenics and Other Evils at the instigation of fanatics who held them for fixed and flaming certainties. If truths could not be evaded by their enemies, neither could they be altered even by their friends. But what are the certain truths that the secular arm must now lift the sword to enforce ? Why, they are that very mass of bottomless ques- tions and bewildered answers that we have been study- ing in the last chapters — questions whose only interest is that they are trackless and mysterious ; answers whose only glory is that they are tentative and new. The devotee boasted that he would never abandon the faith ; and therefore he persecuted for the faith. But the doctor of science actually boasts that he will always abandon a hypothesis ; and yet he persecutes for the hypothesis. The Inquisitor violently enforced his creed, because it was unchangeable. The savant enforces it violently because he may change it the next day. Now this is a new sort of persecution ; and one may be permitted to ask if it is an improvement on the old. The difference, so far as one can see at first, seems rather favourable to the old. If we are to be at the merciless mercy of man, most of us would rather be racked for a creed that existed intensely in somebody's head, rather than vivisected for a dis- covery that had not yet come into anyone's head, and possibly never would. A man would rather be tor- tured with a thumbscrew until he chose to see reason than tortured with a vivisecting knife until the vivi- sector chose to see reason. Yet that is the real dif- ference between the two types of legal enforcement. The Established Church of Doubt 79 If I gave in to the Inquisitors, I should at least know what creed to profess. But even if I yelled out a credo when the Eugenists had me on the rack, I should not know what creed to yell. I might get an extra turn of the rack for confessing to the creed they confessed quite a week ago. Now let no Ught-minded person say that I am here taking extravagant parallels ; for the parallel is not only perfect, but plain. For this reason : that the difference between torture and vivisection is not in any way affected by the fierceness or mildness of either. Whether they gave the rack half a turn or half a hundred, they were, by hypothesis, dealing with a truth which they knew to be there. Whether they vivisect painfully or painlessly, they are trying to find out whether the truth is there or not. The old Inquisitors tortured to put their own opinions into somebody. But the new Inquisitors torture to get their own opinions out of him. They do not know what their own opinions are, until the victim of vivisection tells them. The division of thought is a complete chasm for anyone who cares about thinking. The old persecutor was trying to teach the citizen, with fire and sword. The new persecutor is trying to learn from the citizen, with scalpel and germ-injector. The master was meeker than the pupil will be. I could prove by many practical instances that even my illustrations are not exaggerated, by many placid proposals I have heard for the vivisection of criminals, or by the filthy incident of Dr. Neisser. 8o Eugenics and Other Evils But I prefer here to stick to a strictly logical line of distinction, and insist that whereas in all previous persecutions the violence was used to end our in- decision, the whole point here is that the violence is used to end the indecision of the persecutors. This is what the honest Eugenists really mean, so far as they mean anything. They mean that the public is to be given up, not as a heathen land for conversion, but simply as a -pabulum for experiment. That is the real, rude, barbaric sense behind this Eugenic legis- lation. The Eugenist doctors are not such fools as they look in the light of any logical inquiry about what they want. They do not know what they want, except that they want your soul and body and mine in order to find out. They are qiute seriously, as they themselves might say, the first reli- gion to be experimental instead of doctrinal. AU other established Churches have been based on somebody having found the truth. This is the first Church that was ever based, on not having found it. There is in them a perfectly sincere hope and enthusiasm ; but it is not for us, but for what they might learn from us, if they could rule us as they can rabbits. They cannot tell us anything about here- dity, because they do not know anything about it. But they do quite honestly believe that they would know something about it, when they had married and mismarried us for a few hundred years. They cannot teU us who is fit to wield such authority, for they know that nobody is ; but they do quite honestly The Established Church of Doubt 8i believe that when that authority has been abused for a very long time, somebody somehow will be evolved who is fit for the job. I am no Puritan, and no one who knows my opinions will consider it a mere crim- inal charge if I say that they are simply gambling. The reckless gambler has no money in his pockets ; he has only the ideas in his head. These gamblers have no ideas in their heads ; they have only the money in their pockets. But they think that if they could use the money to buy a big society to experi- ment on, something like an idea might come to them at last. That is Eugenics. I confine myself here to remarking that I do not like it. I may be very stingy, but I am willing to pay the scientist for what he does know ; I draw the line at paying him for everything he doesn't know. I may be very cowardly, but I am willing to be hurt for what I think or what he thinks — ^I am not willing to be hurt, or even inconvenienced, for whatever he might happen to think after he had hurt me. The ordinary citizen may easily be more magnanimous than I, and take the whole thing on trust ; in which case his career may be happier in the next world, but (I think) sadder in this. At least, I wish to point out to him that he will not be giving his glorious body as soldiers give it, to the glory of a fixed flag, or martyrs to the glory of a deathless God. He will be, in the strict sense of the Latin phrase, giving his vile body for an experiment — an experiment of which even the ex- perimentalist knows neither the significance nor the end. CHAPTER VIII A SUMMARY OF A FALSE THEORY I HAVE up to this point treated the Eugenists, I hope, as seriously as they treat themselves. I have attempted an analysis of their theory as if it were an utterly abstract and disinterested theory ; and so considered, there seems to be very little left of it. But before I go on, in the second part of this book, to talk of the ugly things that really are left, I wish to recapitulate the essential points in their essential order, lest any personal irrelevance or over-emphasis (to which I know myself to be prone) should have confused the course of what I believe to be a perfectly fair and consistent argument. To make it yet clearer, I will summarise the thing under chapters, and in quite short paragraphs. In the first chapter I attempted to define the essential point in which Eugenics can claim, and does claim, to be a new morality. That point is that it is possible to consider the baby in considering the bride. I do not adopt the ideal irresponsibility of the man who said, " What has posterity done for us ? " But I do say, to start with, " What can we do for posterity, except deal fairly with our contemporaries ? " Unless a man love his wife whom he has seen, how shall he love his child whom he has not seen ? 82 A Summary of a False Theory 83 In the second chapter I point out that this division in the conscience cannot be met by mere mental con- fusions, which would make any woman refusing any man a Eugenist. There will always be something in the world which tends to keep outrageous unions exceptional ; that influence is not Eugenics, but laughter. In the third chapter I seek to describe the quite extraordinary atmosphere in which such things have become possible. I call that atmosphere anarchy ; but insist that it is an anarchy in the centres where there should be authority. Government has become ungovernable ; that is, it cannot leave off governing. Law has become lawless ; that is, it cannot see where laws should stop. The chief feature of our time is the meekness of the mob and the madness of the government. In this atmosphere it is natural enough that medical experts, being authorities, should go mad, and attempt so crude and random and immature a dream as this of petting and patting (and rather spoiling) the babe unborn. In chapter four I point out how this impatience has burst through the narrow channel of the Lunacy Laws, and has obliterated them by extending them. The whole point of the madman is that he is the exception that proves the rule. But Eugenics seeks to treat the whole rule as a series of exceptions — to make all men mad. And on that ground there is hope for nobody ; for all opinions have an author, and all authors have a heredity. The mentality of the 84 Eugenics and Other Evils Eugenist makes him believe in Eugenics as much as the mentaUty of the reckless lover makes him violate Eugenics ; and both mentalities are, on the materialist hypothesis, equally the irresponsible product of more or less unknown physical causes. The real security of man against any logical Eugenics is like the false security of Macbeth. The only Eugenist that could rationally attack him must be a man of no woman born. In the chapter following this, which is called " The Flying Authority," I try in vain to locate and fix any authority that could rationally rule men in so rooted and universal a matter ; little would be gained by ordinary men doing it to each other ; and if ordinary practitioners did it they would very soon show, by a thousand whims and quarrels, that they were ordinary men. I then discussed the enlightened despotism of a few general professors of hygiene, and found it unworkable, for an essential reason : that while we can always get men intelligent enough to know more than the rest of us about this or that accident or pain or pest, we cannot count on the appearance of great cosmic philosophers ; and only such men can be even supposed to know more than we do about normal conduct and common sanity. Every sort of man, in short, would shirk such a responsibihty, except the worst sort of man, who would accept it. I pass on, in the next chapter, to consider whether we know enough about heredity to act decisively, even if we were certain who ought to act. Here I refer the Eugenists to the reply of Mr. Wells, which they A Summary of a False Theory 85 have never dealt with to my knowledge or satisfac- tion — ^the important and primary objection that health is not a quality but a proportion of qualities ; so that even health married to health might produce the exaggeration called disease. It should be noted here, of course, that an individual biologist may quite honestly beUeve that he has found a fixed principle with the help of Weissmann or Mendel. But we are not discussing whether he knows enough to be justi- fied in thinking (as is somewhat the habit of the anthropoid Homo) that he is right. We are discussing whether we know enough, as responsible citizens, to put such powers into the hands of men who may be deceived or who may be deceivers. I conclude that we do not. In the last chapter of the first half of the book I give what is, I believe, the real secret of this confusion, the secret of what the Eugenists really want. They want to be allowed to find out what they want. Not content with the endowment of research, they desire the establishment of research ; that is the making of it a thing official and compulsory, like education or state insurance ; but still it is only research and not discovery. In short, they want a new kind of State Church, which shall be an Established Church of Doubt — ^instead of Faith. They have no Science of Eugenics at all, but they do really mean that if we will give ourselves up to be vivisected they may very probably have one some day. I point out, in more dignified diction, that this is a bit thick. 86 Eugenics and Other Evils And now, in the second half of this book, we will proceed to the consideration of things that reaUy exist. It is, I deeply regret to say, necessary to return to realities, as they are in your daily life and mine. Our happy holiday in the land of nonsense is over ; we shall see no more its beautiful city, with the almost Biblical name of Bosh, nor the forests full of mares' nests, nor the fields of tares that are ripened only by moonshine. We shall meet no longer those delicious monsters that might have talked in the same wild club with the Snark and the Jabberwock or the Pobble or the Dong with the Luminous Nose ; the father who can't make head or tail of the mother, but thoroughly understands the child she will some day bear ; the lawyer who has to run after his own laws almost as fast as the criminals run away from them ; the two mad doctors who might discuss for a million years which of them has the right to lock up the other ; the grammarian who clings convulsively to the Passive Mood, and says it is the duty of some- thing to get itself done without any human assist- ance ; the man who would marry giants to giants until the back breaks, as children pile brick upon brick for the pleasure of seeing the staggering tower tumble down ; and, above all, the superb man of science who wants you to pay him and crown him because he has so far found out nothing. These fairy-tale comrades must leave us. They exist, but they have no influence in what is reedly going on. They are honest dupes and tools, as you and I were A Summary of a False Theory 87 very nearly being honest dupes and tools. If we come to think coolly of the world we live in, if we consider how very practical is the practical politician, at least where cash is concerned, how very dull and earthy are most of the men who own the millions and manage the newspaper trusts, how very cautious and averse from idealist upheaval are those that control this capitalist society — when we consider all this, it is frankly incredible that Eugenics should be a front bench fashionable topic and almost an Act of Parlia- ment, if it were in practice only the unfinished fan- tasy which it is, as I have shown, in pure reason. Even if it were a just revolution, it would be much too revolutionary a revolution for modern states- men, if there were not something else behind. Even if it were a true ideal, it would be much too idealistic an ideal for our " practical men," if there were not something real as well. Well, there is something real as well. There is no reason in Eugenics, but there is plenty of motive. Its supporters are highly vague about its theory, but they will be painfully practical about its practice. And while I reiterate that many of its more eloquent agents are probably quite inno- cent instruments, there are some, even among Eugen- ists, who by this time know what they are doing. To them we shall not say, " What is Eugenics ? " or " Where on earth are you going ? " but only " Woe unto you, hypocrites, that devour widows' houses and for a pretence use long words." Part II THE REAL AIM CHAPTER I THE IMPOTENCE OF IMPENITENCE The root formula of an epoch is always an unwritten law, just as the law that is the first of all laws, that which protects life from the murderer, is written nowhere in the Statute Book. Nevertheless there is all the difference between having and not having a notion of this basic assumption in an epoch. For instance, the Middle Ages will simply puzzle us with their charities and cruelties, their asceticism and bright colours, unless we catch their general eager- ness for building and planning, dividing this from that by walls and fences — the spirit that made archi- tecture their most successful art. Thus even a slave seemed sacred ; the divinity that did hedge a king, did also, in one sense, hedge a serf, for he could not be driven out from behind his hedges. Thus even liberty became a positive thing like a privilege ; and even, when most men had it, it was not opened like the freedom of a wilderness, but bestowed, like the freedom of a city. Or again, the seventeenth century may seem a chaos of contradictions, with its almost priggish praise of parliaments and its quite barbaric massacre of prisoners, until we reahse that, if the Middle Ages was a house half built, the seventeenth 91 92 Eugenics and Other Evils century was a house on fire. Panic was the note of it, and that fierce fastidiousness and exclusiveness that comes from fear. Calvinism was its characteristic religion, even in the Catholic Church, the insistence on the narrowness of the way and the fewness of the chosen. Suspicion was the note of its politics — " put not your trust in princes." It tried to thrash every- thing out by learned, virulent, and ceaseless con- troversy ; and it weeded its population by witch- burning. Or yet again : the eighteenth century will present pictures that seem utterly opposite, and yet seem singularly typical of the time : the sack of Versailles and the " Vicar of Wakefield " ; the pastorals of Watteau and the dynamite speeches of Danton. But we shall understand them all better if we once catch sight of the idea of tidying up which ran through the whole period, the quietest people being prouder of their tidiness, civilisation, and sound taste than of any of their virtues ; and the wUdest people having (and this is the most important point) no love of wildness for its own sake, like Nietzsche or the anarchic poets, but only a readiness to employ it to get rid of unreason or disorder. With these epochs it is not altogether impossible to say that some such form of words is a key. The epoch for which it is almost impossible to find a form of words is our own. Nevertheless, I think that with us the keyword is " inevitability," or, as I should be inclined to call it, " impenitence." We are subconsciously dominated in all departments by the notion that there is no turning The Impotence of Impenitence 93 back, and it is rooted in materialism and the denial of free-wiU. Take any handful of modern facts and compare them with the corresponding facts a few hundred years ago. Compare the modern Party System with the political factions of the seventeenth century. The difference is that in the older time the party leaders not only really cut off each other's heads, but (what is much more alarming) really repealed each other's laws. With us it has become traditional for one party to inherit and leave untouched the acts of the other when made, however bitterly they were attacked in the making. James II. and his nephew William were neither of them very gay speci- mens ; but they would both have laughed at the idea of " a continuous foreign policy." The Tories were not Conservatives ; they were, in the literal sense, reactionaries. They did not merely want to keep the Stuarts ; they wanted to bring them back. Or again, consider how obstinately the English mediaeval monarchy returned again and again to its vision of French possessions, trying to reverse the decision of fate ; how Edward III. returned to the charge after the defeats of John and Henry III., and Henry V. after the failure of Edward III. ; and how even Mary had that written on her heart which was neither her husband nor her religion. And then con- sider this : that we have comparatively lately known a universal orgy of the thing called Imperialism, the unity of the Empire the only topic, colonies 94 Eugenics and Other Evils counted like crown jewels, and the Union Jack waved across the world. And yet no one so much as dreamed, I wiU not say of recovering, the American colonies for the Imperial unity (which would have been too danger- ous a task for modern empire-builders), but even of re-teUing the story from an Imperial standpoint. Henry V. justified the claims of Edward III. Joseph Chamberlain would not have dreamed of justifpng the claims of George III. Nay, Shakespeare justifies the French War, and sticks to Talbot and defies the legend of Joan of Arc. Mr. Kipling would not dare to justify the American War, stick to Burgoyne, and defy the legend of Washington. Yet there really was much more to be said for George III. than there ever was for Henry V. It was not said, much less acted upon, by the modern Imperialists ; because of this basic modern sense, that as the future is inevitable, so is the past irrevocable. Any fact so complete as the American exodus from the Empire must be considered as final for seons, though it hardly happened more than a hundred years ago. Merely because it has managed to occur it must be called first, a necessary evil, and then an indispensable good. I need not add that I do not want to reconquer America ; but then I am not an Imperialist. Then there is another way of testing it : ask your- self how many people you have met who grumbled at a thing as incurable, and how many who attacked it as curable ? How many people we have heard abuse the British elementary schools, as they would abuse The Impotence of Impenitence 95 the British climate ? How few have we met who realised that British education can be altered, but British weather cannot ? How few there were that knew that the clouds were more immortal and more sohd than the schools ? For a thousand that regret compulsory education, where is the hundred, or the ten, or the one, who would repeal compulsory education ? Indeed, the very word proves my case by its unpromising and unfamiliar sound. At the beginning of our epoch men talked with equal ease about Reform and Repeal. Now everybody talks about reform ; but nobody talks about repeal. Our fathers did not talk of Free Trade, but of the Repeal of the Com Laws. They did not talk of Home Rule, but of the Repeal of the Union. In those days people talked of a " Repealer " as the most practical of all politicians, the kind of politician that carries a club. Now the Repealer is flung far into the province of an impossible idealism : and the leader of one of our great parties, having said, in a heat of temporary sincerity, that he would repeal an Act, actually had to write to aU the papers to assure them that he would only amend it. I need not multiply instances, though they might be multiplied almost to a million. The note of the age is to suggest that the past may just as weU be praised, since it cannot be mended. Men actually in that past have toiled like ants and died like locusts to undo some previous settlement that seemed secure ; but we cannot do so much as repeal an Act of Parhament. We entertain the weak-minded notion that what is done can't be 95 Eugenics and Other Evils undone. Our view was well summarised in a typical Victorian song with the refrain : " The mill wiU never grind again the water that is past." There are many answers to this. One (which would involve a dis- quisition on the phenomena of Evaporation and Dew) we will here avoid. Another is, that to the minds of simple coimtry folk, the object of a mill is not to grind water, but to grind corn, and that (strange as it may seem) there really have been societies sufficiently vigilant and valiant to prevent their com perpetually flowing away from them, to the tune of a sentimental song. Now this modem refusal to undo what has been done is not only an intellectual fault ; it is a moral fault also. It is not merely our mental inability to understand the mistake we have made. It is also our spiritual refusal to admit that we have made a mis- take. It was mere vanity in Mr. BrummeU when he sent away trays full of imperfectly knotted neck- cloths, lightly remarking, " These are our failures." It is a good instance of the nearness of vanity to humility, for at least he had to admit that they were failures. But it would have been spiritual pride in Mr. Brummell if he had tied on all the cravats, one on top of the other, lest his valet should discover that he had ever tied one badly. For in spiritual pride there is always an element of secrecy and solitude. Mr. Brummell would be Satanic ; also (which I fear would affect him more) he would be badly dressed. But he would be a perfect presentation of the modern publicist. The Impotence of Impenitence 97 who cannot do anything right, because he must not admit that he ever did anything wrong. This strange, weak obstinacy, this persistence in the wrong path of progress, grows weaker and worse, as do all such weak things. And by the time in which I write its moral attitude has taken on something of the sinister and even the horrible. Our mistakes have become our secrets. Editors and journalists tear up with a guilty air all that reminds them of the party promises unfulfilled, or the party ideals re- proaching them. It is true of our statesmen (much more than of our bishops, of whom Mr. Wells said it)j that socially in evidence they are intellectually in hiding. The society is heavy with unconfessed sins ; its mind is sore and silent with painful subjects ; it has a constipation of conscience. There are many things it has done and allowed to be done which it does not really dare to think about ; it calls them by other names and tries to talk itself into faith in a false past, as men make up the things they would have said in a quarrel. Of these sins one lies buried deepest but most noisome, and though it is stifled, stinks : the true story of the relations of the rich man and the poor in England. The half-starved English proletarian is not only nearly a skeleton^ but he is a skeleton in a cupboard. It may be said, in some surprise, that surely we hear to-day on every side the same story of the desti- tute proletariat and the social problem, of the sweat- ing in the unskilled trades or the overcrowding in gS Eugenics and Other Evils the slums. It is granted ; but I said the true story. Untrue stories there are in plenty, on all sides of the discussion. There is the interesting story of the Class Conscious Proletarian of All Lands, the chap who has " solidarity," and is always just going to abohsh war. The Marxian Socialists wiU tell you all about him ; only he isn't there. A common English workman is just as incapable of thinking of a German as anything but a German as he is of thinking of him- self as anything but an Englishman. Then there is the opposite story ; the story of the horrid man who is an atheist and wants to destroy the home, but who, for some private reason, prefers to call this Socialism. He isn't there either. The prosperous Socialists have homes exactly like yours and mine ; and the poor Socialists are not allowed by the Individualists to have any at all. There is the story of the Two Work- men, which is a very nice and exciting story, about how one passed all the public houses in Cheapside and was made Lord Mayor on arriving at the Guildhall, while the other went into all the public houses and emerged quite ineligible for such a dignity. Alas ! for this also is vanity. A thief might become Lord Mayor, but an honest workman certainly couldn't. Then there is the story of " The Relentless Doom," by which rich men were, by economic laws, forced to go on taking away money from poor men, although they simply longed to leave off : this is an unendurable thought to a free and Christian man, and the reader will be relieved to hear that it never happened. The The Impotence of Impenitence 99 rich could have left off stealing whenever they wanted to leave off, only this never happened either. Then there is the story of the cunning Fabian who sat on six committees at once and so coaxed the rich man to become quite poor. By simply repeating, in a whisper, that there are " wheels within wheels," this talented man managed to take away the millionaire's motor car, one wheel at a time, till the millionaire had quite forgotten that he ever had one. It was very clever of him to do this, only he has not done it. There is not a screw loose in the millionaire's motor, which is capable of running over the Fabian and leaving him a flat corpse in the road at a moment's notice. All these stories are very fascinating stories to be told by the Individualist and SociaHst in turn to the great Sultan of Capitalism, because if they left off amusing him for an instant he would cut off their heads. But if they once began to tell the true story of the Sultan to the Sultan, he would boil them in oil ; and this they wish to avoid. The true story of the sin of the Sultan he is always trying, by listening to these stories, to forget. As we have said before in this chapter, he would prefer not to remember, because he has made up his mind not to repent. It is a curious story, and I shall try to tell it truly in the two chapters that follow. In all ages the tyrant is hard because he is soft. If his car crashes over bleeding and accusing crowds, it is because he has chosen the path of least resistance. It is because it is much easier to ride down a human race than ride 100 Eugenics and Other Evils up a moderately steep hill. The fight of the oppressor is always a pillow-fight ; commonly a war with cushions — always a war for cushions. Saladin, the great Sultan, if I remember rightly, accoimted it the greatest feat of swordsmanship to cut a cushion. And so indeed it is, as aU of us can attest who have been for years past trying to cut into the swollen and windy corpulence of the modern compromise, that is at once cosy and cruel. For there is really in our world to-day the colour and silence of the cushioned divan ; and that sense of palace within palace and garden within garden which makes the rich irresponsibility of the East. Have we not aheady the wordless dance, the wineless banquet, and aU that strange unchristian conception of luxury without laughter ? Are we not already in an evil Arabian Nights, and walking the nightmare cities of an invisible despot ? Does not our hangman strangle secretly, the bearer of the bow string ? Are we not already eugenists — ^that is, eunuch-makers ? Do we not see the bright eyes, the motionless faces, and aU that presence of something that is dead and yet sleepless ? It is the presence of the sin that is sealed with pride and impenitence ; the story of how the Sultan got his throne. But it is not the story he is listening to just now, but another story which has been invented to cover it — the story called " Eugenius : or the Adventures of One Not Born," a most varied and entrancing tale, which never fails to send him to sleep. CHAPTER II TRUE HISTORY OF A TRAMP He awoke in the Dark Ages and smelt dawn in the dark, and knew he was not wholly a slave. It was as if, in some tale of Hans Andersen, a stick or a stool had been left in the garden all night and had grown alive and struck root like a tree. For this is the truth behind the old legal fiction of the servile coimtries, that the slave is a " chattel," that is a piece of furni- ture like a stick or a stool. In the spiritual sense, I am certain it was never so unwholesome a fancy as the spawn of Nietzsche suppose to-day. No human being, pagan or Christian, I am certain, ever thought of another human being as a chair or a table. The mind cannot base itself on the idea that a comet is a cabbage ; nor can it on the idea that a man is a stool. No man was ever unconscious of another's presence — or even indifferent to another's opinion. The lady who is said to have boasted her indifference to being naked before male slaves was showing off — or she meant something different. The lord who fed fishes by kiUing a slave was indulging in what most caimi- bals indulge in — a satanist affectation. The lady was consciously shameless and the lord was con- sciously cruel. But it simply is not in the human 102 Eugenics and Other Evils reason to carve men like wood or examine women like ivory, just as it is not in the human reason to think that two and two make five. But there was this truth in the legal simile of furni- ture : that the slave, though certainly a man, was in one sense a dead man ; in the sense that he was moveable. His locomotion was not his own : his master moved his arms and legs for him as if he were a marionette. Now it is important in the first degree to realise here what would be involved in such a fable as I have imagined, of a stool rooting itself like a shrub. For the general modem notion cer- tainly is that life and liberty are in some way to be associated with novelty and not standing stiU. But it is just because the stool is Hfeless that it moves about. It is just because the tree is alive that it does stand still. That was the main difference between the pagan slave and the Christian serf. The serf still belonged to the lord, as the stick that struck root in the garden would have still belonged to the owner of the garden ; but it would have become a live pos- session. Therefore the owner is forced, by the laws of nature, to treat it with some respect ; something becomes due from him. He cannot puU it up without killing it ; it has gained a place in the garden— or the society. But the moderns are quite wrong in supposing that mere change and holiday and variety have necessarily any element of this Hfe that is the only seed of liberty. You may say if you like that an employer, taking aU his workpeople to a new True History of a Tramp 103 factory in a Garden City, is giving them the greater freedom of forest landscapes and smokeless skies. If it comes to that, you can say that the slave- traders took negroes from their narrow and brutish African hamlets, and gave them the polish of foreign travel and medicinal breezes of a sea-voyage. Btrt the tiny seed of citizenship and independence there already was in the serfdom of the Dark Ages, had nothing to do with what nice things the lord might do to the serf. It lay in the fact that there were some nasty things he could not do to the serf — there were not many, but there were some, and one of them was eviction. He could not make the serf utterly landless and desperate, utterly without access to the means of production, though doubtless it was rather the field that owned the serf, than the serf that owned the field. But even if you call the serf a beast of the field, he was not what we have tried to make the town workman — a beast with no field. Foulon said of the French peasants, " Let them eat grass." If he had said it of the modern London proletariat, they might well reply, " You have not left us even grass to eat." There was, therefore, both in theory and practice, some security for the serf, because he had come to life and rooted. The seigneur could not wait in the field in all weathers with a battle-axe to prevent the serf scratching any living out of the ground, any more than the man in my fairy-tale could sit out in the garden all night with an umbrella to prevent 104 Eugenics and Other Evils the shrub getting any rain. The relation of lord and serf, therefore, involves a combination of two things : inequality and security. I know there are people who will at once point wildly to all sorts of examples, true and false, of insecurity of life in the Middle Ages ; but these are people who do not grasp what we mean by the characteristic institutions of a society. For the matter of that, there are plenty of examples of equality in the Middle Ages, as the craftsmen in their guild or the monks electing their abbot. But just as modern England is not a feudal country, though there is a quaint survival called Heralds' College — or Ireland is not a commercial country, though there is a quaint survival called Belfast — it is true of the bulk and shape of that society that came out of the Dark Ages and ended at the Reformation, that it did not care about giving everybody an equal posi- tion, but did care about giving everybody a position. So that by the very beginning of that time even the slave had become a slave one could not get rid of, like the Scotch servant who stubbornly asserted that if his master didn't know a good servant he knew a good master. The free peasant, in ancient or modern times, is free to go or stay. The slave, in ancient times, was free neither to go nor stay. The serf was not free to go ; but he was free to stay. Now what have we done with this man ? It is quite simple. There is no historical complexity about it in that respect. We have taken away his freedom to stay. We have turned him out of his True History of a Tramp 105 field, and whether it was injustice, like turning a free farmer out of his field, or only cruelty to animals, like turning a cow out of its field, the fact remains that he is out in the road. First and last, we have simply destroyed the security. We have not in the least destroyed the inequality. All classes, all crea- tures, kind or cruel, still see this lowest stratum of society as separate from the upper strata and even the middle strata ; he is as separate as the serf. A monster fallen from Mars, ignorant of our simplest word, would know the tramp was at the bottom of the ladder, as well as he would have known it of the serf. The walls of mud are no longer round his boundaries, but only round his boots. The coarse, bristhng hedge is at the end of his chin, and not of his garden. But mud and bristles still stand out round him like a horrific halo, and separate him from his kind. The Martian would have no difficulty in seeing he was the poorest person in the nation. It is just as impossible that he should marry an heiress, or fight a duel with a duke, or contest a seat at West- minster, or enter a club in Pall Mall, or take a scholar- ship at Balliol, or take a seat at an opera, or propose a good law, or protest against a bad one, as it was impossible to the serf. Where he differs is in some- thing very different. He has lost what was possible to the serf. He can no longer scratch the bare earth by day or sleep on the bare earth by night, without being collared by a policeman. Now when I say that this man has been oppressed io6 Eugenics and Other Evils as hardly any other man on this earth has been op- pressed, I am not using rhetoric : I have a clear mean- ing which I am confident of explaining to any honest reader. I do not say he has been treated worse : I say he has been treated differently from the unfor- tunate in all ages. And the difference is this : that all the others were told to do something, and killed or tortured if they did anything else. This man is not told to do something : he is merely forbidden to do any- thing. When he was a slave, they said to him, " Sleep in this shed ; I will beat you if you sleep anywhere else." When he was a serf, they said to him, " Let me find you in this field : I will hang you if I find you in anyone else's field." But now he is a tramp they say to him, " You shall be jailed if I find you in anyone else's field : hut I will not give you a field." They say, " You shall be punished if you are caught sleeping outside your shed : hut there is no shed." If you say that modern magistracies could never say such mad contradictions, I answer with entire certainty that they do say them. A little while ago two tramps were summoned before a magistrate, charged with sleeping in the open air when they had nowhere else to sleep. But this is not the full fun of the incident. The real fun is that each of them eagerly produced about two- pence, to prove that they could have got a bed, but deliberately didn't. To which the policeman replied that twopence woiold not have got them a bed : that they could not possibly have got a bed : and therefore (argued that thoughtful officer) they ought to be True History of a Tramp 107 punished for not getting one. The intelligent magis- trate was much struck with the argument : and pro- ceeded to imprison these two men for not doing a thing they could not do. But he was careful to explain that if they had sinned needlessly and in wanton lawlessness, they would have left the court without a stain on their characters ; but as they could not avoid it, they were very much to blame. These things are being done in every part of England every day. They have their parallels even in every daily paper ; but they have no parallel in any other earthly people or period ; except in that insane command to make bricks without straw which brought down all the plagues of Egypt. For the common historical joke about Henry VIII. hanging a man for being Catholic and burning him for being Protestant is a symbolic joke only. The sceptic in the Tudor time could do something : he could always agree with Henry VIII. The desperate man to-day can do nothing. For you cannot agree with a maniac who sits on the bench with the straws sticking out of his hair and says, " Procure threepence from nowhere and I will give you leave to do without it." If it be answered that he can go to the workhouse, I reply that such an answer is founded on confused thinking. It is true that he is free to go to the work- house, but only in the same sense in which he is free to go to jail, only in the same sense in which the serf under the gibbet was free to find peace in the grave. Many of the poor greatly prefer the grave to the work- house, but that is not at all my argument here. ' The io8 Eugenics and Other Evils point is this : that it could not have been the general poHcy of a lord towards serfs to kiU them all like wasps. It could not have been his standing " Advice to Serfs " to say, " Get hanged." It cannot be the standing advice of magistrates to citizens to go to prison. And, precisely as plainly, it cannot be the standing advice of rich men to very poor men to go to the work- houses. For that would mean the rich raising their own poor rates enormously to keep a vast and expensive establishment of slaves. Now it may come to this, as Mr. Belloc maintains, but it is not the theory on which what we call the workhouse does in fact rest. The very shape (and even the very size) of a workhouse express the fact that it was founded for certain quite exceptional human failures — like the lunatic asylum. Say to a man, " Go to the madhouse," and he will say, " Wherein am I mad ? " Say to a tramp under a hedge, " Go to the house of exceptional failures," and he will say with equal reason, " I travel because I have no house ; I walk because I have no horse ; I sleep out because I have no bed. Wherein have I failed ? " And he may have the intelligence to add, " Indeed, your worship, if somebody has failed, I think it is not I." I concede, with all due haste, that he might perhaps say " me." The speciality then of this man's wrong is that it is the only historic wrong that has in it the quality of nonsense. It could only happen in a nightmare ; not in a clear and rational hell. It is the top point of that anarchy in the governing mind which, as I said at the True History of a Tramp 109 beginning, is the main trait of naodernity, especially in England. But if the first note in our policy is madness, the next note is certainly meanness. There are two peculiarly mean and unmanly legal mantraps in which this wretched man is tripped up. The first is that which prevents him from doing what any ordinary savage or nomad would do — take his chance of an uneven subsistence on the rude bounty of nature. There is something very abject about forbidding this ; because it is precisely this adventurous and vagabond spirit which the educated classes praise most in their books, poems and speeches. To feel the drag of the roads, to hunt in nameless hills and fish in secret streams, to have no address save " Over the Hills and Far Away," to be ready to breakfast on berries and the daybreak and sup on the sunset and a sodden crust, to feed on wild things and be a boy again, aU this is the heartiest and sincerest impulse in recent culture, in the songs and tales of Stevenson, in the cult of George Borrow and in the delightful little books pubhshed by Mr. E. V. Lucas. It is the one true excuse in the core of ImperiaUsm ; and it faintly softens the squalid prose and wooden-headed wicked- ness of the Self -Made Man who " came up to London with twopence in his pocket." But when a poorer but braver man with less than twopence in his pocket does the very thing we are always praising, makes the blue heavens his house, we send him to a house built for infamy and flogging. We take poverty itself and only permit it with a property qualification ; we only allow a no Eugenics and Other Evils man to be poor if he is rich. And we do this most savagely if he has sought to snatch his Ufe by that particular thing of which our boyish adventure stories are fullest — hunting and fishing. The extremely severe English game laws hit most heavily what the highly reckless English romances praise most irresponsibly. All our hterature is full of praise of the chase — especially of the wild goose chase. But if a poor man followed, as Tennyson says, " far as the wild swan wings to where the world dips down to sea and sands," Tennyson would scarcely allow him to catch it. If he found the wildest goose in the wildest fenland in the wildest regions of the sunset, he woiold very probably discover that the rich never sleep ; and that there are no wild things in England. In short, the English ruler is always appealing to a nation of sportsmen and concentrating all his efforts on preventing them from having any sport. The Imperialist is always pointing out with exultation that the common Englishman can live by adventure any- where on the globe, but if the common EngUshman tries to live by adventure in England, he is treated as harshly as a thief, and almost as harshly as an honest journalist. This is hypocrisy : the magistrate who gives his son " Treasure Island " and then imprisons a tramp is a hypocrite ; the squire who is proud of English colonists and indulgent to English schoolboys, but cruel to English poachers, is drawing near that deep place wherein all liars have their part. But our point here is that the baseness is in the idea True History of a Tramp in of bewildering the tramp ; of leaving him no place for repentance. It is quite true, of course, that in the days of slavery or of serfdom the needy were fenced by yet fiercer penalties from spoiling the hunting of the rich. But in the older case there were two very important differences, the second of which is our main subject in this chapter. The first is that in a com- paratively wild society, however fond of hunting, it seems impossible that enclosing and game-keeping can have been so omnipresent and efficient as in a society full of maps and policemen. The second difference is the one already noted : that if the slave or semi-slave was forbidden to get his food in the greenwood, he was told to get it somewhere else. The note of unreason was absent. This is the first meanness ; and the second is like unto it. If there is one thing of which cultivated modern letters is full besides adventure it is altruism. We are always being told to help others, to regard our wealth as theirs, to do what good we can, for we shall not pass this way again. We are everywhere urged by humanitarians to help lame dogs over stiles — though some humanitarians, it is true, seem to feel a colder interest in the case of lame men and women. Still, the chief fact of our literature, among all historic literatures, is human charity. But what is the chief fact of our legislation ? The great outstand- ing fact of modern legislation, among all historic legislations, is the forbidding of human charity. It is this astonishing paradox, a thing in the teeth of all 112 Eugenics and Other Evils logic and conscience, that a man that takes another man's money with his leave can be punished as if he had taken it without his leave. All through those dark or dim ages behind us, through times of servile stagnation, of feudal insolence, of pestilence and civil strife and all else that can war down the weak, for the weak to ask for charity was counted lawful, and to give that charity, admirable. In all other centuries, in short, the casual bad deeds of bad men could be partly patched and mended by the -casual good deeds of good men. But this is now forbidden ; for it would leave the tramp a last chance if he could beg. Now it will be evident by this time that the in- teresting scientific experiment on the tramp entirely depends on leaving him no chance, and not (like the slave) one chance. Of the economic excuses offered for the persecution of beggars it will be more natural to speak in the next chapter. It will suf&ce here to say that they are mere excuses, for a policy that has been persistent while probably largely unconscious, with a selfish and atheistic unconsciousness. That policy was directed towards something — or it could never have cut so cleanly and cruelly across the sentimental but sincere modern trends to adventure and altruism. Its object is soon stated. It was directed towards making the very poor man work for the capitalist, for any wages or none. But all this, which I shall also deal with in the next chapter, is here only im- portant as introducing the last truth touching the man of despair. The game laws have taken from him True History of a Tramp 113 his human command of Nature. The mendicancy laws have taken from him his human demand on Man. There is one human thing left it is much harder to take from him. Debased by him and his betters, it is still something brought out of Eden, where God made him a demigod : it does not depend on money and but little on time. He can create in his own image. The terrible truth is in the heart of a hundred legends and mysteries. As Jupiter could be hidden from all-devouring Time, as the Christ Child could be hidden from Herod — so the child unborn is still hidden from the omniscient oppressor. He who lives not yet, he and he alone is left ; and they seek his life to take it away. CHAPTER III TRUE HISTORY OF A EUGENIST He does not live in a dark lonely tower by the sea, from which are heard the screams of vivisected men and women. On the contrary, he lives in Mayfair. He does not wear great goblin spectacles that magnify his eyes to moons or diminish his neighbours to beetles. When he is more dignified he wears a single eyeglass ; when more intelligent, a wink. He is not indeed wholly without interest in heredity and Eugenical biology ; but his studies and experiments in this science have specialised almost exclusively in equus celer, the rapid or running horse. He is not a doctor ; though he employs doctors to work up a case for Eugenics, just as he employs doctors to correct the errors of his dinner. He is not a lawyer, though unfortunately often a magistrate. He is not an author or a jomnalist ; though he not infrequently owns a newspaper. He is not a soldier, though he may have a commission in the yeomanry ; nor is he generally a gentleman, though often a nobleman. His wealth now commonly comes from a large staff of employed persons who sciury about in big buildings while he is playing golf. But he very often laid the foundations of his fortune in a very curious and poetical way, the nature of which 114 True History of a Eugenist 115 I have never fully understood. It consisted in his walking about the street without a hat and going up to another man and saying, " Suppose I have two hundred whales out of the North Sea." To which the other man rephed, " And let us imagine that I am in posses- sion of two thousand elephants' tusks." They then exchange, and the first man goes up to a third man and says, " Supposing me to have lately come into the posses- sion of two thousand elephants' tusks, would you, etc. ? " If you play this game well, you become very rich ; if you play it badly you have to kill yourself or try your luck at the Bar. The man I am speaking about must have played it well, or at any rate successfully. He was born about i860 ; and has been a member of Parliament since about 1890. For the first half of his life he was a Liberal ; for the second half he has been a Conservative ; but his actual policy in Par- liament has remained largely unchanged and consistent. His policy in Parliament is as follows : he takes a seat in a room downstairs at Westminster, and takes from his breast pocket an excellent cigar-case, from which in turn he takes an excellent cigar. This he lights, and converses with other owners of such cigars on equus celer or such matters as may afford him enter- tainment. Two or three times in the afternoon a bell rings ; whereupon he deposits the cigar in an ash- tray with great particularity, taking care not to break the ash, and proceeds to an upstairs room, flanked with two passages. He then walks into whichever of the two passages 5hall be indicated to him by a young ii6 Eugenics and Other Evils man of the upper classes, holding a slip of paper. Having gone into this passage he comes out of it again, is counted by the young man and proceeds downstairs again ; where he takes up the cigar once more, being careful not to break the ash. This process, which is known as Representative Government, has never called for any great variety in the manner of his life. Nevertheless, while his Parliamentary policy is un- changed, his change from one side of the House to the other did correspond with a certain change in his general policy in commerce and social life. The change of the party label is by this time qmte a trifling matter ; but there was in his case a change of phil- osophy or at least a change of project ; though it was not so much becoming a Tory, as becoming rather the wrong kind of Socialist. He is a man with a history. It is a sad history, for he is certainly a less good man than he was when he started. That is why he is the man who is really behind Eugenics. It is because he has degenerated that he has come to talking of Degener- ation. In his Radical days (to quote from one who corres- ponded in some ways to this type) he was a much better man, because he was a much less enlightened one. The hard impudence of his first Manchester Individual- ism was softened by two relatively humane qualities ; the first was a much greater manliness in his pride ; the second was a much greater sincerity in his op- timism. For the first point, the modern capitahst is merely industrial ; but this man was also industrious. True History of a Eugenist 117 He was proud of hard work ; nay, he was even proud of low work — ^if he could speak of it in the past and not the present. In fact, he invented a new kind of Victorian snobbishness, an inverted snobbishness. While the snobs of Thackeray turned Muggins into De Mogyns, while the snobs of Dickens wrote letters describing themselves as officers' daughters " accus- tomed to every luxury — except spelling," the In- dividualist spent his life in hiding his prosperous parents. He was more like an American plutocrat when he began ; but he has since lost the American simplicity. The Frenchman works until he can play. The American works until he can't play ; and then thanks the devil, his master, that he is donkey enough to die in harness. But the Englishman, as he has since become, works until he can pretend that he never worked at all. He becomes as far as possible another person — a country gentleman who has never heard of his shop ; one whose left hand holding a gun knows not what his right hand doeth in a ledger. He uses a peerage as an alias, and a large estate as a sort of alibi. A stern Scotch minister remarked concerning the game of golf, with a terrible solemnity of manner, " the man who plays golf — ^he neglects his business, he forsakes his wife, he forgets his God." He did not seem to realise that it is the chief aim of many a modern capitalist's life to forget all three. This abandonment of a bo3nsh vanity in work, this substitution of a senile vanity in indolence, this is the ii8 Eugenics and Other Evils first respect in which the rich Englishman has fallen. He was more of a man when he was at least a master- workman and not merely a master. And the second important respect in which he was better at the beginning is this : that he did then, in some hazy way, half believe that he was enriching other people as well as himself. The optimism of the early Victorian Individualists was not wholly hypocritical. Some of the clearest-headed and blackest-hearted of them, such as Malthus, saw where things were going, and boldly based their Manchester city on pessimism instead of optimism. But this was not the general case ; most of the decent rich of the Bright and Cobden sort did have a kind of confused faith that the economic con- flict would work well in the long run for everybody. They thought the troubles of the poor were incurable by State action (they thought that of all troubles), but they did not cold-bloodedly contemplate the pros- pect of those troubles growing worse and worse. By one of those tricks or illusions of the brain to which the luxurious are subject in aU ages, they sometimes seemed to feel as if the populace had triumphed sym- bolically in their own persons. They blasphemously thought about their thrones of gold what can only be said about a cross — that they, being lifted up, would draw all men after them. They were so full of the romance that anybody could be Lord Mayor, that they seemed to have slipped into thinking that everybody could. It seemed as if a hundred Dick Whittingtons, accompanied by a hundred cats, could all be accom- True History of a Eugenist 119 modated at the Mansion House. It was all nonsense ; but it was not (until later) all humbug. Step by step, however, with a horrid and increasing clearness, this man discovered what he was doing. It is generally one of the worst discoveries a man can make. At the beginning, the British plutocrat was probably quite as honest in suggesting that every tramp carried a magic cat like Dick Whittington, as the Bonapartist patriot was in saying that every French soldier carried a marshal's baton in his knapsack. But it is exactly here that the difference and the danger appears. There is no comparison between a well- managed thing like Napoleon's army and an unmanage- able thing like modern competition. Logically, doubt- less, it was impossible that every soldier should carry a marshal's baton ; they could not aU be marshals any more than they could all be mayors. But if the French soldier did not always have a baton in his knapsack, he always had a knapsack. But when that Self- Helper who bore the adorable name of SmUes told the English tramp that he carried a coronet in his bundle, the English tramp had an unanswerable answer. He pointed out that he had no bundle. The powers that ruled him had not fitted him with a knapsack, any more than they had fitted him with a future — or even a present. The destitute Englishman^ so far from hoping to become anything, had never been allowed even to be anything. The French soldier's ambition may have been in practice not only a short, but even a deliberately shortened ladder, in which 120 Eugenics and Other Evils the top rungs were knocked out. But for the English it was the bottom rungs that were knocked out, so that they cotild not even begin to cUmb. And sooner or later, in exact proportion to his intelligence, the English plutocrat began to understand not only that the poor were impotent, but that their impotence had been his only power. The truth was not merely that his riches had left them poor ; it was that nothing but their poverty could have been strong enough to make him rich. It is this paradox, as we shall see, that creates the curious difference between him and every other kind of robber. I think it is no more than justice to him to say that the knowledge, where it has come to him, has come to him slowly ; and I think it came (as most things of common sense come) rather vaguely and as in a vision — ^that is, by the mere look of things. The old Cobdenite employer was quite within his rights in arguing that earth is not heaven, that the best obtain- able arrangement might contain many necessary evils ; and that Liverpool and Belfast might be growing more prosperous as a whole in spite of pathetic things that might be seen there. But I simply do not believe he has been able to look at Liverpool and Belfast and continue to think this : that is why he has turned him- self into a sham country gentleman. Earth is not heaven, but the nearest we can get to heaven ought not to look like hell ; and Liverpool and Belfast look like hell, whether they are or not. Such cities might be growing prosperous as a whole, though a few citizens True History of a Eugenist 121 were more miserable. But it was more and more broadly apparent that it was exactly and precisely as a whole that they were not growing more prosperous, but only the few citizens who were growing more prosperous by their increasing misery. You could not say a country was becoming a white man's country when there were more and more black men in it every day. You could not say a community was more and more masculine when it was producing more and more women. Nor can you say that a city is growing richer and richer when more and more of its inhabitants are very poor men. There might be a false agitation founded on the pathos of individual cases in a com- munity pretty nojfmal in bulk. But the fact is that no one can take a cab across Liverpool without having a quite complete and unified impression that the pathos is not a pathos of individual cases, but a pathos in bulk. People talk of the Celtic sadness ; but there are very few things in Ireland that look so sad as the Irishman in Liverpool. The desolation of Tara is cheery compared with the desolation of Belfast. I recommend Mr. Yeats and his mournful friends to turn their attention to the pathos of Belfast. I think if they hung up the harp that once in Lord Furness's factory, there would be a chance of another string breaking. Broadly, and as things bulk to the eye, towns hke Leeds, if placed beside towns like Rouen or Florence, or Chartres, or Cologne, do actually look like beggars walking among burghers. After that overpowering 122 Eugenics and Other Evils and unpleasant impression it is really useless to argue that they are richer because a few of their parasites get rich enough to live somewhere else. The point may be put another way, thus : that it is not so much that these more modern cities have this or that monopoly of good or evil ; it is that they have every good in its fourth-rate form and every evil in its worst form. For instance, that interesting weekly paper The Nation amiably rebuked Mr. Belloc and myself for suggesting that revelry and the praise of fermented liquor were more characteristic of Continental and Catholic eom- munities than of communities with the reHgion and civilisation of Belfast. It said that if we would " cross the border " into Scotland, we should find out our mistake. Now, not only have I crossed the border, but I have had considerable difficulty in crossing the road in a Scotch town on a festive evening. Men were Uterally l3H[ng like piled-up corpses in the gutters, and from broken bottles whisky was pouring down the drains. I am not likely, therefore, to attribute a total and arid abstinence to the whole of industrial Scotland. But I never said that drinking was a mark rather of the Catholic countries. I said that moderate drinking was a mark rather of the Catholic countries. In other words, I say of the common type of Continental citizen, not that he is the only person who is drinking, but that he is the only person who knows how to drink. Doubtless gin is as much a feature of Hoxton as beer is a feature of Munich. But who is the connoisseur who prefers the gin of Hoxton to the beer of Munich ? True History of a Eugenist 123 Doubtless the Protestant Scotch ask for " Scotch," as the men of Burgundy ask for Burgundy. But do we find them l5^ng in heaps on each side of the road when we walk through a Burgundian village ? Do we find the French peasant ready to let Burgundy escape down a drain-pipe ? Now this one point, on which I accept The Nation's challenge, can be exactly paralleled on almost every point by which we test a civilisation. It does not matter whether we are for alcohol or against it. On either argument Glasgow is more objectionable than Rouen. The French abstainer makes less fuss ; the French drinker gives less offence. It is so with property, with war, with everything. I can understand a teetotaler being horrified, on his principles, at Italian wine-drinking. I simply cannot beheve he could be more horrified at it than at Hoxton gin-drinking. I can understand a Pacifist, with his special scruples, disliking the militarism of Belfort. I flatly deny that he can dislike it more than the miUtarism of Berlin. I can understand a good Socialist hating the petty cares of the distributed peasant property. I deny that any good Socialist can hate them more than he hates the large cares of Rockefeller. That is the unique tragedy of the plutocratic state to-day ; it has no successes to hold up against the failures it alleges to exist in Latin or other methods. You can (if you are well out of his reach) caU the Irish rustic debased and superstitious. I defy you to contrast his debasement and superstition with the citizenship and enlighteimient of the EngUsh rustic. 124 Eugenics and Other Evils To-day the rich man knows in his heart that he is a cancer and not an organ of the State. He differs from all other thieves or parasites for this reason : that the brigand who takes by force wishes his victims to be rich. But he who wins by a one-sided contract actually wishes them to be poor. Rob Roy in a cavern, hearing a company approaching, will hope (or if in a pious mood, pray) that they may come laden with gold or goods. But Mr. Rockefeller, in his factory^ knows that if those who pass are laden with goods they will pass on. He will therefore (if in a pious mood) pray that they may be destitute, and so be forced to work his factory for him for a starvation wage. It is said (and also, I believe, disputed) that Bliicher riding through the richer parts of London exclaimed, " What a city to sack ! " But Bliicher was a soldier if he was a bandit. The true sweater feels quite otherwise. It is when he drives through the poorest parts of London that he finds the streets paved with gold, being paved with prostrate servants ; it is when he sees the grey lean leagues of Bow and Poplar that his soul is upUfted and he knows he is secure. This is not rhetoric, but economics. I repeat that up to a point the profiteer was in- nocent because he was ignorant ; he had been lured on by easy and accommodating events. He was innocent as the new Thane of Glamis was innocent, as the new Thane of Cawdor was innocent ; but the King The modern manufacturer, Uke Macbeth, decided to march on, under the mute menace of the True History of a Eugenlst 125 heavens. He knew that the spoil of the poor was in his houses ; but he could not, after careful calculation, think of any way in which they could get it out of his houses without being arrested for housebreaking. He faced the future with a face flinty with pride and impenitence. This period can be dated practically by the period when the old and genuine Protestant religion of England began to fail ; and the average business man began to be agnostic, not so much because he did not know where he was, as because he wanted to forget. Many of the rich took to scepticism exactly as the poor took to drink ; because it was a way out. But in any case, the man who had made a mistake not only refused to unmake it, but decided to go on making it. But in this he made yet another most amusing mistake, which was the beginning of all Eugenics. CHAPTER rV THE VENGEANCE OF THE FLESH By a quaint paradox, we generally miss the meaning of simple stories because we are not subtle enou^ to understand their simplicity. As long as men were in sympathy with some particular religion or other romance of things in general, they saw the thing solid and swallowed it whole, knowing that it could not disagree with them. But the moment men have lost the instinct of being simple in order to understand it, they have to be very subtle in order to understand it. We can find, for instance, a very good working case in those old puritanical nursery tales about the terrible punishment of trivial sins ; about how Tommy was drowned for fishing on the Sabbath, or Sammy struck by lightning for going out after dark. Now these moral stories are immoral, because Calvinism is im- moral. They are wrong, because Puritanism is wrong. But they are not quite so wrong, they are not a quarter so wrong, as many superficial sages have supposed. The truth is that everything that ever came out of a human mouth had a human meaning ; and not one of the fixed fools of history was such a fool as he looks. And when our great-uncles or great-grandmothers 126 The Vengeance of the Flesh 127 told a child he might be drowned by breaking the Sabbath, their souls (though undoubtedly, as Touch- stone said, in a parlous state) were not in quite so simple a state as is suggested by supposing that their god was a devil who dropped babies into the Thames for a trifle. This form of religious literature is a morbid form if taken by itself ; but it did correspond to a certain reahty in psychology which most people of any religion, or even of none, have felt a touch of at some time or other. Leaving out theological terms as far as possible, it is the subconscious feeling that one can be wrong with Nature as well as right with Nature ; that the point of wrongness may be a detail (in the superstitions of heathens this is often quite a triviality) ; but that if one is really wrong with Nature, there is no particular reason why all her rivers should not drown or all her storm-bolts strike one who is, by this vague yet vivid hypothesis, her enemy. This may be a mental sickness, but it is too human or too mortal a sickness to be called solely a superstition. It is not solely a superstition ; it is not simply superimposed upon human nature by something that has got on top of it. It flourishes without check among non-Christian systems, and it flourishes especially in Calvinism, because Calvinism is the most non-Christian of Christian systems. But like everything else that inheres in the natural senses and spirit of man, it has something in it ; it is not stark unreason. If it is an ill (and it generally is), it is one of the ills that flesh is heir to, but he is the lawful heir. And Uke many other 128 Eugenics and Other Evils dubious or dangerous human instincts or appetites, it is sometimes useful as a warning against worse things. Now the trouble of the nineteenth century very largely came from the loss of this ; the loss of what we may call the natural and heathen mysticism. When modern critics say that Juhus Caesar did not believe in Jupiter, or that Pope Leo did not believe in Catholicism, they overlook an essential differ- ence between those ages and ours. Perhaps JuHus did not believe in Jupiter ; but he did not dis- beUeve in Jupiter. There was nothing in his phil- osophy, or the philosophy of that age, that could forbid him to think that there was a spirit personal and pre- dominant in the world. But the modem materiaHsts are not permitted to doubt ; they are forbidden to believe. Hence, while the heathen might avail himself of accidental omens, queer coincidences or casual dreams, without knowing for certain whether they were really hints from heaven or premonitory move- ments in his own brain, the modern Christian turned heathen must not entertciin such notions at all, but must reject the oracle as the altar. The modern sceptic was drugged against all that was natural in the supernatural. And this was why the modem tyrant marched upon his doom, as a tyrant literally pagan might possibly not have done. There is one idea of this kind that runs through most popular tales (those, for instance, on which Shakespeare is so often based) — an idea that is pro- The Vengeance of the Flesh 129 foundly moral even if the tales are immoral. It is what may be called the flaw in the deed : the idea that, if I take my advantage to the full, I shall hear of something to my disadvantage. Thus Midas fell into a fallacy about the currency ; and soon had reason to become something more than a Bimetallist. Thus Macbeth had a fallacy about forestry ; he could not see the trees for the wood. He forgot that, though a place cannot be moved, the trees that grow on it can. Thus Shylock had a fallacy of physiology ; he forgot that, if you break into the house of life, you find it a bloody house in the most emphatic sense. But the modern capitalist did not read fairy- tales, and never looked for the little omens at the turnings of the road. He (or the most intelligent section of him) hAd by now realised his position, and knew in his heart it was a false position. He thought a margin of men out of work was good for his busi- ness ; he could no longer really think it was good for his country. He could no longer be the old "hard- headed " man who simply did not understand things ; he could only be the hard-hearted man who faced them. But he still marched on; he was sure he had made no mistake. However, he had made a mistake — ^as definite as a mistake in multiplication. It may be summarised thus : that the same inequality and insecurity that makes cheap labour may make bad labour, and at last no labour at all. It was as if a man who wanted something from an enemy, should at last reduce the enemy to come knocking at his door in the despair of winter, should keep him waiting in the snow to 130 Eugenics and Other Evils sharpen the bargain ; and then come put to find the man dead upon the doorstep. He had discovered the divine boomerang ; his sin had found him out. The experiment of Individu- alism — the keeping of the worker half in and half out of work — was far too ingenious not to contain a flaw. It was too delicate a balance to work entirely with the strength of the starved and the vigilance of the benighted. It was too desperate a course to rely wholly on desperation. And as time went on the terrible truth slowly declared itself; the degraded class was really degenerating. It was right and proper enough to use a man as a tool ; but the tool, ceaselessly used, was being used up. It was quite reasonable and respectable, of course, to fling a man away like a tool; but when it was flung away in the rain the tool rusted. But the comparison to a tool was insufficient for an awful reason that had already begun to dawn upon the master's mind. If you pick tip a hammer, you do not find a whole family of nails clinging to it. If you fling away a chisel by the road- side, it does not litter and leave a lot of little diisels. But the meanest of the tools, Man, had still this strange privilege which God had given him, doubtless by mistake. Despite all improvements in machinery, the most important part of the machinery (the fittings technically described in the trade as "hands") w^ere apparently growing worse. The firm was not only encumbered with one useless servant, but he imme- diately turned himself into five useless servants. "The poor should not be emancipated," the old re- actionaries used to say, "until they are fit for free- The Vengeance of the Flesh 131 dom." But if this downrush went on, it looked as if the poor would not stand high enough to be fit for slavery. So at least it seemed, doubtless in a great degree subconsciously, to the man who had wagered all his wealth on the usefulness of the poor to the rich and the dependence of the rich on the poor. The time came at last when the rather reckless breeding in the abyss below ceased to be a supply, and began to be something like a wastage; ceased to be some- thing like keeping foxhounds, and began alarmingly to resemble a necessity of shooting foxes. The situa- tion was aggravated by the fact that these sexual pleasures were often the only ones the very poor could obtain, and were, therefore, disproportionately pursued, and by the fact that their conditions were often such that prenatal nourishment and such things were utterly abnormal. The consequences began to appear. To a much less extent than the Eugenists assert, but still to a notable extent, in a much looser sense than the Eugenists assume, but still in some sort of sense, the types that were inadequate or in- calculable or uncontrollable began to increase. Under the hedges of the country, on the seats of the parks, loafing under the bridges or leaning over the Em- bankment, . began to appear a new race of men — men who are certainly not mad, whom we shall gain no scientific light by calling feeble-minded, but who are, in varying individual degrees, dazed or drink- sodden, or lazy or tricky or tired in body and spirit. In a far less degree than the teetotallers tell us, but still in a large degree, the traffic in gin and bad 132 Eugenics and Other Evils beer (itself a capitalist enterprise) fostered the evil, though it had not begun it. Men who had no human bond with the instructed man, men who seemed to him monsters and creatures without mind, became an eyesore in the market-place and a terror on the empty roads. The rich were afraid. Moreover, as I have hinted before, the act of keeping the destitute out of public life, and crushing them under confused laws, had an effect on their intelligences which paralyses them even as a pro- letariat. Modern people talk of "Reason versus Authority " ; but authority itself involves reason, or its orders would not even be understood. If you say to your valet, "Look after the buttons on my waist- coat," he may do it, even if you throw a boot at his head. But if you say to him, "Look after the buttons on my top-hat," he will not do it, though you empty a boot-shop over him. If you say to a schoolboy, "Write out that Ode of Horace from memory in the original Latin," he may do it without a flogging. If you say, ".Write out that Ode of Horace in the original German," he will not do it with a thousand floggings. If you will not learn logic, he certainly will not learn Latin. And the ludicrous laws to which the needy are subject (such as that which punishes the homeless for not going home) have really, I think, a great deal to do with a certain increase in their sheepishness and short-wittedness, and, therefore, in their industrial inefficiency. By one of the monstrosities of the feeble-minded theory, a man actually acquitted by judge and jury could then be examined by doctors as to the state of his mind — The Vengeance of the Flesh 133 presumably in order to discover by what diseased eccentricity he had refrained from the crime. In other words, when the police cannot jail a man who is innocent of doing something, they jail him for being too innocent to do anything. I do not suppose the man is dn idiot at all, but I can believe he feels more like one after the legal process than before. Thus all the factors — the bodily exhaustion, the harassing fear of hunger, the reckless refuge in sexuality, and the black botheration of bad la.ws — combined to make the employee more unemployable. Now, it is very important to understand here that there were two courses of action still open to the disappointed capitalist confronted by the new peril of this real or alleged decay. First, he might have reversed his machine, so to speak, and started un- winding the long rope of dependence by which he had originally dragged the proletarian to his feet. In other words, he might have seen that the workmen had more money, more leisure, more luxuries, more status in the community, and then trusted to the normal instincts of reasonably happy human beings to produce a generation better born, bred and cared for than these tortured types that were less and less use to him. It might still not be too late to rebuild the human house upon such an architectural plan that poverty might fly out of the window, with the reasonable prospect of love coming in at the door. In short, he might 'have let the English poor, the mass of whom were not weak-minded, though more of them were growing weaker, a reasonable chance, in the form of more money, of achieving their 134 Eugenics and Other Evils eugenical resurrection themselves. It has never been shown, and it cannot be shown, that the method would have failed. But it can be shown, and it must be closely and clearly noted, that the method had very strict limitations from the employers' own point of view. If they made the worker too comfortable, he would not work to increase another's comforts; if they made him too independent, he would not work like a dependent. If, for instance, his wages were so good that he could save out of them, he might cease to be a wage-earner. If his house or garden were his own, he might stand an economic siege in it. The whole capitalist experiment had been built on his dependence; but now it was getting out of hand, not in the direction of freedom, but of frank helplessness. One might say that his dependence had got independent of control. But there was another way. And towards this the employer's ideas began, first darkly and un- consciously, but now more and more clearly, to drift. Giving property, giving leisure, giving status costs money. But there is one human force that costs nothing. As it does not cost the beggar a penny to indulge, so it would not cost the employer a penny to employ. He could not alter or improve the tables or the chairs on the cheap. But there were two pieces of furniture (labelled respectively "the husband" and "the wife ") whose relations were much cheaper. He could alter the marriage in the house in such a way as to promise himself the largest possible number of the kind of children he did want, with the smallest possible number of the kind he The Vengeance of the Flesh 135 did not. He could divert the force of sex from pro- ducing vagabonds. And he could harness to his high engines unbought the red unbroken river of the blood of a man in his youth, as he has already harnessed to them all the wild waste rivers of the world. CHAPTER V THE MEANNESS OF THE MOTIVE Now, if any ask whether it be imaginable that an ordinary man of the wealthier type should analyse the problem or conceive the plan, the inhumanly far- seeing plan, as I have set it forth, the answer is: "Certainly not." Many rich employers are too generous to do such a thing ; many are too stupid to know what they are doing. The eugenical oppor- tunity I have described is but an ultimate analysis of a whole drift of thoughts in the type of man who does not analyse his thoughts. He sees a slouching tramp, with a sick wife and a string of rickety chil- dren, and honestly wonders what he can do with them. But prosperity does not favour self-examina- tion ; and he does not even ask himself whether he means "How can I help them?" or "How can I use them ? " — what he can still do for them, or what they could still do for him. Probably he sincerely means both, but the latter much more than the former; he laments the breaking of the tools of Mammon much more than the breaking of the images of God. It would be almost impossible to grope in the limbo of what he does think; but we can assert that there is one thing he doesn't think. He doesn't think, "This man might be as jolly as I am, if he need not come to me for work or wages." 136 The Meanness of the Motive 137 That this is so, that at root the Eugenist is the Employer, there are multitudinous proofs on every side, but they are of necessity miscellaneous, and in many cases negative. The most enormous is in a sense the most negative : that no one seems able to imagine capitalist industrialism being sacrificed to any other object. By a curious recurrent slip in the mind, as irritating as a catch in a clock, people miss the main thing and concentrate on the mean thing. " Modern conditions " are treated as fixed, though the very word "modern" implies that they are fugitive. "Old ideas" are treated as impossible, though their very antiquity often proves their per- manence. Some years ago some ladies petitioned that the platforms of our big railway stations should be raised, as it was more convenient for the hobble skirt. It never occurred to them to change to a sensible skirt. Still less did it occur to them that, compared with all the female fashions that have fluttered about on it, by this time St. Pancras is as historic as St. Peter's. I could fill this book with examples of the uni- versal, unconscious assumption that life and sex must live by the laws of "business" or industrialism, and not vice versa; examples from all the magazines, novels, and newspapers. In order to make it brief and typical, I take one case of a more or less Eugenist sort from a paper that lies open in front of me — a paper that still bears on its forehead the boast of being peculiarly an organ of democracy in revolt. To this a man writes to say that the spread of desti- tution will never be stopped until we have educated J 138 Eugenics and Other Evils the lower classes in the methcxis by which the upper classes prevent procreation. The man had the horrible playfulness to sign his letter "Hopeful." Well, there are certainly many methods by which people in the upper classes prevent procreation ; one of them is what used to be called "platonic friend- ship," till they found another name for it at the Old Bailey. I do not suppose the hopeful gentleman hopes for this; but some of us find the abortion he does hope for almost as abominable. That, however, is not the curious point. The curious point is that the hopeful one concludes by saying, "When people have large families and small wages, not only is there a high infantile death-rate, but often those who do live to grow up are stunted and weakened by having had to share the family income for a time with those who died early. There would be less unhappiness if there were no unwanted children." You will observe that he tacitly takes it for granted that the small wages and the income, desperately shared, are the fixed points, like day and night, the conditions of human life. Compared with them marriage and maternity are luxuries, things to be modified to suit the wage-market. There are un- wanted children ; but unwanted by whom ? This man does not really mean that the parents do not want to have them. He means that the employers do not want to pay them properly. Doubtless, if you said to him directly, "Are you in favour of low wages?" he would say, "No." But I am not, in this chapter, talking about the effect on such modern minds of a cross-examination to which they do not subject The Meanness of the Motive 139 themselves. I am talking ^bout the way their minds work, the instinctive trick and turn of their thoughts, the things they assume before argument, and the way they faintly feel that the world is going. And, frankly, the turn of their mind is to tell the child he is not wanted, as the turn of my mind is to tell the profiteer he is not wanted. Motherhood, they feel, and a full childhood, and the beauty of brothers and sisters, are good things in their way, but not so good as a bad wage. About the mutilation of woman- hood, and the massacre of men unborn, he signs himself "Hopeful." He is hopeful pf female indig- nity, hopeful of human annihilation. But about im- proving the small bad wage he signs himself " Hopeless." This is the first evidence of motiveT the ubiquitous assumption that life and love must fit into a fixed framework of employment, even (as in this case) of bad employment. The second evidence is the tacit and total neglect of the scientific question in all the departments in which it is not an employment ques- tion; as, for instance, the marriages of the princely, patrician, or merely plutocratic houses. I do not mean, of course, that no scientific men have rigidly tackled these, though I do not recall any cases. But I am not talking of the merits of individual men of science, but of the push and power behind this move- ment, the thing that is able to make it fashionable and politically important. I say, if this power were an interest in truth, or even in humanity, the first field in which to study would be in the weddings of the wealthy. Not only would the records be more 140 Eugenics and Other Evils lucid, and the examples more in evidence, but the cases would be more interesting and more decisive. For the grand marriages have presented both ex- tremes of the problem of pedigree — ^first the "breed- ing in and in," and later the most incongruous cosmopolitan blends. It would really be interesting to note which worked the best, or what point of compromise was safest. For the poor (about whom the newspaper Eugenists are always talking) cannot offer any test cases so complete. Waiters never had to marry waitresses, as princes had to marry prin- cesses. And (for the other extreme) housemaids seldom marry Red Indians. It may be because there are none to marry. But to the millionaires the continents are flying railway stations, and the most remote races can be rapidly linked together. A marriage in London or Paris may chain Ravenna to Chicago, or Ben Cruachan to Bagdad. Many European aristocrats marry Americans, notoriously the most mixed stock in the world; so that the dis- interested Eugenist, with a little trouble, might re- veal rich stores of negro or Asiatic blood to his delighted employer. Instead of which he dulls our ears and distresses our refinement by tedious denunciations of the monochrome marriages of the poor. For there is something really pathetic about the Eugenist's neglect of the aristocrat and his family affairs. People still talk about the pride of pedigree ; but it strikes me as the one point on which the aristocrats are almost morbidly modest. We should be learned Eugenists if we were allowed to know The Meanness of the Motive 141 half as much of their heredity as we are of their hairdressing. We see the modern aristocrat in the most human poses in the illustrated papers, playing with his dog or parrot — nay, we see him playing with his child, or with his grandchild. But there is something heartrending in his refusal to play with his grandfather. There is often something vague and even fantastic about the antecedents of our most established families, which would afford the Eugenist admirable scope not only for investigation but for experiment. Certainly, if he could obtain the neces- sary powers, the Eugenist might bring off some startling effects with the mixed materials of the governing class. Suppose, to take wild and hypo- thetical examples, he were to marry a Scotch earl, say, to the daughter of a Jewish banker, or an English duke to an American parvenu of semi-Jewish extraction? What would happen? We have here an unexplored field. It remains unexplored not merely through snobbery and cowardice, but because the Eugenist (at least the influential Eugenist) half-consciously knows it is no part of his job; what he is really wanted for is to get the grip of the governing classes on to the unmanageable output of poor people. It would not matter in the least if all Lord Cowdray's descendants grew up too weak to hold a tool or turn a wheel. It would matter very much, especially to Lord Cowdray, if all his employees grew up like that. The oligarch can be unemployable, because he will not be employed. Thus the practical and popular exponent of Eugenics has his face always turned 142 Eugenics and Other Evils towards the slums, and instinctively thinks in terms of them. If he talks of segregating some incurably vicious type of the sexual sort, he is thinking of a ruffian who assaults girls in lanes. He is not thinking of a millionaire like White, the victim of Thaw. If he speaks of the hopelessness of feeble- mindedness, he is thinking of some stunted creature gaping at hopeless lessons in a poor school. He is not thinking of a millionaire like Thaw, the slayer of White. And this not because he is such a brute as to like people like White or Thaw any more than we do, but because he knows that his problem is the degeneration of the useful classes; because he knows that White would never have been a million- aire if all his workers had spent themselves on women as White did, that Thaw would never have been a millionaire if all his servants had been Thaws. The ornaments may be allowed to decay, but the machinery must be mended. That is the second proof of the plutocratic impulse behind all Eugenics : that no one thinks of applying it to the prominent classes. No one thinks of applying it where it could most easily be applied. A third proof is the strange new disposition to regard the poor as a race; as if they were a colony of Japs or Chinese coolies. It can be most clearly seen by comparing it with the old, more individual, charitable, and (as the Eugenists might say) senti- mental view of poverty. In Goldsmith or Dickens or Hood there is a basic idea that the particular poor person ought not to be so poor : it is some accident or some wrong. Oliver Twist or Tiny Tim are fairy The Meanness of the Motive 143 princes waiting for their fairy godmother. They are held as slaves, but rather as the hero and heroine of a Spanish or Italian romance were held as slaves by the Moors. The modern poor are getting to be regarded as slaves in the separate and sweeping sense of the negroes in the plantations. The bondage of the white hero to the black master was regarded as abnormal; the bondage of the black to the white master as normal. The Eugenist, for all I know, would regard the mere existence of Tiny Tim as a sufficient reason for massacring the whole family of Cratchit ; but, as a matter of fact, we have here a very good instance of how much more practically true to life is sentiment than cynicism. The poor are not a race or even a type. It is senseless to talk about breeding them ; for they are not a breed. They are, in cold fact, what Dickens describes : " a dustbin of individual accidents," of damaged dignity, and often of damaged gentility. The class very largely con- sists of perfectly promising children, lost like Oliver Twist, or crippled like Tiny Tim. It contains very valuable things, like most dustbins. But the Eugenist delusion of the barbaric breed in the abyss affects even those more gracious philanthropists who almost certainly do want to assist the destitute and not merely to exploit them. It seems to affect not only their minds, but their very eyesight. Thus, for in- stance, Mrs. Alec Tweedie almost scornfully asks, "When we go through the slums, do we see beau- tiful children?" The answer is, "Yes, very often indeed." I have seen children in the slums quite pretty enough to be Little Nell or the outcast whom 144 Eugenics and Other Evils Hood called "young and so fair." Nor has the beauty anything necessarily to do with health ; there are beautiful healthy children, beautiful dying chil- dren, ugly dying children, ugly uproarious children in Petticoat Lane or Park Lane. There are people of every physical and mental type, of every sort of health and breeding, in a single back street. They have nothing in common but the wrong we do them. The important point is, however, that there is more fact and realism in the wildest and most elegant old fictions about disinherited dukes and long-lost daughters than there is in this Eugenist attempt to make the poor all of a piece — a sort of black fungoid growth that is ceaselessly increasing in a chasm. There is a cheap sneer at poor landladies : that they always say they have seen better days. Nine times out of ten they say it because it is true. What can be said of the great mass of Englishmen, by anyone who knows any history, except that they have seen better days? And the landlady's claim is not snobbish, but rather spirited; it is her testimony to the truth in the old tales of which I spoke : that she ought not to be so poor or so servile in status; that a normal person ought to have more property and more power in the State than that. Such dreams of lost dignity are perhaps the only things that stand between us and the cattle-breeding paradise now promised. Nor are such dreams by any means impotent. I remember Mr. T. P. O'Connor wrote an interesting article about Madame Humbert, in the course of which he said that Irish peasants, and probably most peasants, tended to have a half- The Meanness of the Motive 145 fictitious family legend about an estate to which they were entitled. This was written in the time when Irish peasants were landless in their land; and the delusion doubtless seemed all the more entertaining to the landlords who ruled them and the money- lenders who ruled the landlords. But the dream has conquered the realities. The phantom farms have materialised. Merely by tenaciously affirming the kind of pride that comes after a fall, by remembering the old civilisation and refusing the new, by recur- ring to an old claim that seemed to most English- men like the lie of a broken-down lodging-house keeper at Margate — by all this the Irish have got what they want, in solid mud and turf. That imag- inary estate has conquered the Three Estates of the Realm. But the homeless Englishman must not even re- member a home. So far from his house being his castle, he must not have even a castle in the air. He must have no memories ; that is why he is taught no history. Why is he told none of the truth about the mediseval civilisation except a few cruelties and mistakes in chemistry? Why does a medieval burgher never appear till he can appear in a shirt and a halter ? Why does a mediaeval monastery never appear till it is " corrupt " enough to shock the inno- cence of Henry VIII. ? Why do we hear of one charter — that of the barons — and not a word of the charters of the carpenters, smiths, shipwrights and all the rest? The reason is that the English peasant is not only not allowed to have an estate, he is not even allowed to have lost one. The past has to be 146 Eugenics and Other Evils painted pitch black, that it may be worse than the present. There is one strong, startling, outstanding thing about Eugenics, and that is its meanness. Wealth, and the social science supported by wealth, had tried an inhuman experiment. The experiment had en- tirely failed. They songht to make wealth accumu- late — and they made men decay. Then, instead of confessing the error, and trying to restore the wealth, or attempting to repair the decay, they are trying to cover their first cruel experiment with a more cruel experiment. They put a poisonous plaster on a poisoned wound. Vilest of all, they actually quote the bewilderment produced among the poor by their first blunder as a reason for allowing them to blunder again. They are apparently ready to arrest all the opponents of their system as mad, merely because the system was maddening. Suppose a captain had collected volunteers in a hot, waste country by the assurance that he could lead them to water, and knew where to meet the rest of his regiment. Sup- pose he led them wrong, to a place where the regiment could not be for days, and there was no water. And suppose sunstroke struck them down on the sand man after man, and they kicked and danced and raved. And, when at last the regiment came, suppose the captain successfully concealed his mistake, because all his men had suffered too much from it to testify to its ever having occurred. What would you think of the gallant captain? It is pretty much what I think of this particular captain of industry. Of course, nobody supposes that all Capitalists, or The Meanness of the Motive 147 most Capitalists, are conscious of any such intellectual trick. Most of them are as much bewildered as the battered proletariat ; but there are some who are less well-meaning and more mean. And these are leading their more generous colleagues towards the fulfilment of this ungenerous evasion, if not towards the com- prehension of it. Now a ruler of the Capitalist civilisa- tion, who has come to consider the idea of ultimately herding and breeding the workers like cattle, has cer- tain contemporary problems to review. He has to consider what forces still exist in the modern world for the frustration of his design. The first question is how much remains of the old ideal of individual liberty. The second question is how far the modern mind is committed to such egalitarian ideas as may be implied in Socialism. The third is whether there is any power of resistance in the tradition of the populace itself. These three questions for the future I shall consider in their order in the final chapters that follow. It is enough to say here that I think the progress of these ideals has broken down at the precise point where they will fail to prevent the experiment. Briefly, the pro- gress will have deprived the Capitalist of his. old In- dividualist scruples, without committing him to his new Collectivist obligations. He is in a very perilous position ; for he has ceased to be a Liberal without becoming a Socialist, and the bridge by which he was crossing has broken above an abyss of Anarchy. CHAPTER VI THE ECLIPSE OF LIBERTY If such a thing as the Eugenic sociology had been sug- gested in the period from Fox to Gladstone, it would have been far more fiercely repudiated by the reformers than by the Conservatives. If Tories had regarded it as an insult to marriage. Radicals would have far more resolutely regarded it as an insult to citizenship. But in the interval we have suffered from a process re- sembling a sort of mystical parricide, such as is told of so many gods, and is true of so many great ideas. Liberty has produced scepticism, and scepticism has destroyed liberty. The lovers of liberty thought they were leaving it unlimited, when they were only leaving it undefined. They thought they were only leaving it undefined, when they were really leaving it undefended Men merely finding themselves free found themselves free to dispute the value of freedom. But the im- portant point to seize about this reactionary scepticism is that as it is bound to be unlimited in theory, so it is bound to be unlimited in practice. In other words, the modern mind is set in an attitude which would enable it to advance, not only towards Eugenic legisla- tion, but towards any conceivable or inconceivable extravagances of Eugenics. 14$ The Eclipse of Liberty 149 Those who reply to any plea for freedom invariably fall into a certain trap. I have debated with number- less different people on these matters, and I confess I find it amusing to see them tumbling into it one after another. I remember discussing it before a club of very active and intelligent Suffragists, and I cast it here for convenience in the form which it there assumed. Suppose, for the sake of argument, that I say that to take away a poor man's pot of beer is to take away a poor man's personal liberty, it is very vital to note what is the usual or almost universal reply. People hardly ever do reply, for some reason or other, by saying that a man's liberty consists of such and such things, but that beer is an exception that cannot be classed among them, for such and such reasons. What they almost invariably do say is something like this : " After all, what is liberty ? Man must live as a member of a society, and must obey those laws which, etc., etc." In other words, they collapse into a com- plete confession that they are attacking all liberty and any liberty ; that they do deny the very existence or the very possibility of liberty. In the very form of the answer they admit the full scope of the accusation against them. In trying to rebut the smaller accusa- tion, they plead guilty to the larger one. This distinction is very important, as can be seen from any practical parallel. Suppose we wake up in the middle of the night and find that a neighbour has entered the house not by the front-door but by the skylight ; we may suspect that he has come after the 150 Eugenics and Other Evils fine old family jewellery. We may be reassured if he can refer it to a really exceptional event ; as that he fell on to the roof out of an aeroplane, or climbed on to the roof to escape from a mad dog. Short of the incredible, the stranger the story the better the excuse ; for an extraordinary event requires an extraordinary excuse. But we shall hardly be reassured if he merely gazes at us in a dreamy and wistful fashion and says, " After all, what is property ? Why should material objects be thus artificially attached, etc., etc. ? " We shall merely realise that his attitude allows of his taking the jewellery and everything else. Or if the neighbour approaches us carrying a large knife dripping with blood, we may be convinced by his story that he killed another neighbour in self-defence, that the quiet gentleman next door was really a homicidal maniac. We shall know that homicidal mania is exceptional and that we ourselves are so happy as not to suffer from it ; and being free from the disease may be free from the danger. But it will not soothe us for the man with the gory knife to say softly and pensively " After all, what is human life ? Why should we cling to it ? Brief at the best, sad at the brightest, it is itself but a disease from which, etc., etc." We shall perceive that the sceptic is in a mood not only to murder us but to massacre everybody in the street. Exactly the same effect which would be produced by the questions of " What is property ? " and " What is life? " is produced by the question of "What is liberty? " It leaves the questioner free to disregard any liberty, The Eclipse of Liberty 151 or in other words to take any liberties. The very thing he says is an anticipatory excuse for anything he may choose to do. If he gags a man to prevent him from indulging in profane swearing, or locks him in the coal cellar to guard against his going on the spree, he can still be satisfied with saying, " After all, what is liberty ? Man is a member of, etc., etc." That is the problem, and that is why there is now no protection against Eugenic or any other experiments. If the men who took away beer as an unlawful pleasure had paused for a moment to define the lawful pleasures, there might be a different situation. If the men who had denied one liberty had taken the opportunity to affirm other liberties, there might be some defence for them. But it never occurs to them to admit any liberties at all. It never so much as crosses their minds. Hence the excuse for the last oppression will always serve as well for the next oppression ; and to that tyranny there can be no end. Hence the tyranny has taken but a single stride to reach the secret and sacred places of personal freedom, where no sane man ever dreamed of seeing it ; and especially the sanctuary of sex. It is as easy to take away a man's wife or baby as to take away his beer when you can say " What is liberty ? " ; just as it is as easy to cut off his head as to cut off his hair if you are free to say " What is life ? " There is no rational philosophy of human rights generally dissemin- ated among the populace, to which we can appeal in 152 Eugenics and Other Evils defence even of the most intimate or individual things that anybody can imagine. For so far as there was a vague principle in these things, that principle has been wholly changed. It used to be said that a man could have liberty, so long as it did not interfere with the liberty of others. This did afford some rough jus- tification for the ordinary legal view of the man with the pot of beer. For instance, it was logical to allow some degree of distinction between beer and tea, on the ground that a man may be moved by excess of beer to throw the pot at somebody's head. And it may be said that the spinster is seldom moved by excess of tea to throw the tea-pot at anybody's head. But the whole ground of argument is now changed. For people do not consider what the drunkard does to others by throwing the pot, but what he does to himself by drinking the beer. The argument is based on health ; and it is said that the Government must safeguard the health of the community. And the moment that is said, there ceases to be the shadow of a difference between beer and tea. People can cer- tainly spoil their health with tea or with tobacco or with twenty other things. And there is no escape for the hygienic logician except to restrain and regulate them all. If he is to control the health of the com- munity, he must necessarily control all the habits of all the citizens, and among the rest their habits in the matter of sex. But there is more than this. It is not only true that it is the last liberties of man that are being taken The Eclipse of Liberty 153 away ; and not merely his first or most superficial liberties. It is also inevitable that the last liberties should be taken first. It is inevitable that the most private matters should be most under public coercion. This inverse variation is very important, though very little realised. If a man's personal health is a public concern, his most private acts are more public than his most public acts. The ofiicial must deal more directly with his cleaning his teeth in the morning than with his using his tongue in the market-place. The inspector must interfere more with how he sleeps in the middle of the night than with how he works in the course of the day. The private citizen must have much less to say about his bath or his bedroom window than about his vote or his banking account. The policeman must be in a new sense a private detective ; and shadow him in private affairs rather than in public affairs. A policeman must shut doors behind him for fear he should sneeze, or shove pillows under him for fear he should snore. All this and things far more fantastic follow from the simple formula that the State must make itself responsible for the health of the citizen. But the point is that the policeman must deal primarily and promptly with the citizen in his relation to his home, and only indirectly and more doubtfully with the citizen in his relation to his city. By the whole logic of this test, the king must hear what is said in the inner chamber and hardly notice what is pro- claimed from the house-tops. We have heard of a revolution that turns everything upside down. But K 154 Eugenics and Other Evils this is almost literally a revolution that turns every- thing inside out. If a wary reactionary of the tradition of Metternich had wished in the nineteenth century to reverse the democratic tendency, he would naturally have begun by depriving the democracy of its margin of more dubious powers over more distant things. He might well begin, for instance, by removing the control of foreign affairs from popular assemblies ; and there is a case for saying that a people may understand its own affairs, without knowing anything whatever about foreign affairs. Then he might centralise great national questions, leaving a great deal of local government in local questions. This would proceed so for a long time before it occurred to the blackest terrorist of the despotic ages to interfere with a man's own habits in his own house. But the new sociologists and legis- lators are, by the nature of their theory, bound to begin where the despots leave off, even if they leave off where the despots begin. For them, as they would put it, the first things must be the very fountains of life, love and birth and babyhood ; and these are always covered fountains, flowing in the quiet courts of the home. For them, as Mr. H. G. Wells put it, life itself may be regarded merely as a tissue of births. Thus they are coerced by their own rational principle to begin all coercion at the other end ; at the inside end. What happens to the outside end, the external and remote powers of the citizen, they do not very much care ; and it is probable that the democratic in- The Eclipse of Liberty 155 stitutions of recent centuries will be allowed to decay in undisturbed dignity for a century or two more. Thus our civilisation will find itself in an interesting situation, not without humour ; in which the citizen is still supposed to wield imperial powers over the ends of the earth, but has admittedly no power over his own body and soul at all. He will still be consulted by politicians about whether opium is good for China- men, but not about whether ale is good for him. He will be cross-examined for his opinions about the danger of allowing Kamskatka to have a war-fleet, but not about allowing his own child to have a wooden sword. About all, he will be consulted about the delicate diplomatic crisis created by the proposed marriage of the Emperor of China, and not allowed to marry as he pleases. Part of this prophecy or probability has already been accomplished ; the rest of it, in the absence of any protest, is in process of accomplishment. It would be easy to give an almost endless catalogue of examples, to show how, in dealing with the poorer classes at least, coercion has already come near to a direct control of the relations of the sexes. But I am much more concerned in this chapter to point out that all these things have been adopted in principle, even where they have not been adopted in practice. It is much more vital to realise that the reformers have possessed themselves of a principle, which will cover all such things if it be granted, and which is not sufficiently comprehended to be contradicted. It is 156 Eugenics and Other Evils a principle whereby the deepest things of flesh and spirit must have the most direct relation with the dictatorship of the State. They must have it, by the whole reason and rationale upon which the thing de- pends. It is a system that might be symbohsed by the telephone from headquarters standing by a man's bed. He must have a relation to Government like his relation to God. That is, the more he goes into the inner chambers, and the more he closes the doors, the more he is alone with the law. The social machinery which makes such a State uniform and submissive will be worked outwards from the household as from a handle, or a single mechanical knob or button. In a horrible sense, loaded with fear and shame and every detail of dishonour, it will be true to say that charity begins at home. Charity will begin at home in the sense that all home children will be like charity children. Philan- thropy will begin at home, for aU householders wUl be like paupers. Police administration will begin at home, for all citizens will be like convicts. And when health and the humours of daily life have passed into the domain of this social discipline, when it is admitted that the community must primarily control the primary habits, when all law begins, so to speak, next to the skin or nearest the vitals — then indeed it wiU appear absurd that marriage and maternity should not be similarly ordered. Then indeed it will seem to be illogical, and it will be illogical, that love should be free when Hfe has lost its freedom. The Eclipse of Liberty 157 So passed, to all appearance, from the minds of men the strange dream and fantasy called freedom. Whatever be the future of these evolutionary experi- ments and their effect on civilisation, there is one land at least that has something to mourn. For us in England something will have perished which our fathers valued all the more because they hardly troubled to name it ; and whatever be the stars of a more imiversal destiny, the great star of our night has set. The English had missed many other things that men of the same origins had achieved or retained. Not to them was given, like the French, to establish eternal communes and clear codes of equality ; not to them, like the South Germans, to keep the popular culture of their songs ; not to them, like the Irish, was it given to die daily for a great religion. But a spirit had been with them from the first which fenced, with a hundred quaint customs and legal fictions, the way of a man who wished to walk nameless and alone. It was not for nothing that they forgot all their laws to remember the name of an outlaw, and filled the green heart of England with the figure of Robin Hood. It was not for nothing that even their princes of art and letters had about them something of kings in- cognito, undiscovered by formal or academic fame ; so that no eye can follow the young Shakespeare as he came up the green lanes from Stratford, or the young Dickens when he first lost himself among the lights of London. It is not for nothing that the very roads are crooked and capricious, so that a man looking 158 Eugenics and Other Evils down on a map like a snaky labyrinth, could tell that he was looking on the home of a wandering people. A spirit at once wild and familiar rested upon its wood- lands like a wind at rest. If that spirit be indeed de- parted, it matters little that it has been driven out by perversions it had itself permitted, by monsters it had idly let loose. Industrialism and Capitalism and the rage for physical science were English experiments in the sense that the English lent themselves to their en- couragement ; but there was something else behind them and within them that was not they — its name was liberty, and it was our life. It may be that this delicate and tenacious spirit has at last evaporated. If so, it matters little what becomes of the external ex- periments of our nation in later time. That at which we look will be a dead thing alive with its own para- sites. The English will have destroyed England. CHAPTER VII THE TRANSFORMATION OF SOCIALISM Socialism is one of the simplest ideas in the world. It has always puzzled me how there came to be so much bewilderment and misunderstanding and miser- able mutual slander about it. At one time I agreed with Socialism, because it was simple. Now I dis- agree with Socialism, because it is too simple. Yet most of its opponents still seem to treat it, not merely as an iniquity but as a mystery of iniquity, which seems to mystify them even more than it maddens them. It may not seem strange that its antagonists should be puzzled about what it is. It may appear more curious and interesting that its admirers are equally puzzled. Its foes used to denounce Socialism as Anarchy, which is its opposite. Its friends seemed to suppose that it is a sort of optimism, which is almost as much of an opposite. Friends and foes alike talked as if it involved a sort of faith in ideal human nature ; why I could never imagine. The Socialist system, in a more special sense than any other, is founded not on optimism but on original sin. It proposes that the State, as the conscience of the community, should possess all primary forms of property ; and that ob- viously on the ground that men cannot be trusted to 159 i6o Eugenics and Other Evils own or barter or combine or compete without injury to themselves. Just as a State might own all the guns lest people should shoot each other, so this State would own all the gold and land lest they should cheat or rackrent or exploit each other. It seems extraordinarily simple and even obvious ; and so it is. It is too obvious to be true. But while it is obvious, it seems almost incredible that anybody ever thought it optimistic. I am myself primarily opposed to Socialism, or Collectivism or Bolshevism or whatever we call it, for a primary reason not immediately involved here : the ideal of property. I say the ideal and not merely the idea ; and this alone disposes of the moral mistake in the matter. It disposes of all the dreary doubts of the Anti-Socialists about men not yet being angels, and all the yet drearier hopes of the Socialists about men soon being supermen. I do not admit that private property is a concession to baseness and selfishness ; I think it is a point of honour. I think it is the most truly popular of all points of honour. But this, though it has everything to do with my plea for a domestic dignity, has nothing to do with this passing summary of the situation of Socialism. I only remark in passing that it is vain for the more vulgar sort of Capitalist, sneering at ideals, to say to me that in order to have Socialism " You must alter human nature." I answer " Yes. You must alter it for the worse." The clouds were considerably cleared away from the meaning of Socialism by the Fabians of the 'nine- The Transformation of Socialism i6i ties ; by Mr. Bernard Shaw, a sort of anti-romantic Quixote, who charged chivalry as chivalry charged windmills, with Sidney Webb for his Sancho Panza. In so far as these paladins had a castle to defend, we may say that their castle was the Post Office. The red pillar-box was the immovable post against which the irresistible force of Capitalist individualism was arrested. Business men who said that nothing could be managed by the State were forced to admit that they trusted all their business letters and business telegrams to the State. After all, it was not found necessary to have an office competing with another office, trying to send out pinker postage-stamps or more picturesque postmen. It was not necessary to efficiency that the postmistress should buy a penny stamp for a halfpenny and sell it for twopence ; or that she should haggle and beat customers down about the price of a postal order ; or that she should always take fenders for telegrams. There was obviously nothing actually impossible about the State management of national needs ; and the Post Office was at least tolerably managed. Though it was not always a model employer, by any means, it might be made so by similar methods. It was not impossible that equitable pay, and even equal pay, could be given to the Postmaster-General and the postman. We had only to extend this rule of public responsibility, and we should escape from all the terror of insecurity and torture of compassion, which hag- rides humanity in the insane extremes of economic i62 Eugenics and Other Evils inequality and injustice. As Mr. Shaw put it, " A man must save Society's honour before he can save his own." That was one side of the argument : that the change would remove inequality ; and there was an answer on the other side. It can be stated most truly by putting another model institution and edifice side by side with the Post Office. It is even more of an ideal republic, or commonwealth without competition or private profit. It supplies its citizens not only with the stamps but with clothes and food and lodging, and all they require. It observes considerable level of equality in these things ; notably in the clothes. It not only supervises the letters but all the other human communications ; notably the sort of evil communica- tions that corrupt good manners. This twin model to the Post Office is called the Prison. And much of the scheme for a model State was regarded by its opponents as a scheme for a model prison ; good be- cause it fed men equally, but less acceptable since it imprisoned them equally. It is better to be in a bad prison than in a good one. From the standpoint of the prisoner this is not at all a paradox ; if only because in a bad prison he is more likely to escape. But apart from that, a man was in many ways better off in the old dirty and corrupt prison, where he could bribe turnkeys to bring him drink and meet fellow-prisoners to drink with. Now that is exactly the difference between the present system and the proposed system. Nobody worth talk- The Transformation of Socialism 163 ing about respects the present system. Capitalism is a corrupt prison. That is the best that can be said for Capitalism. But it is something to be said for it ; for a man is a little freer in that corrupt prison than he would be in a complete prison. As a man can find one jailer more lax than another, so he could find one employer more kind than another ; he has at least a choice of tyrants. In the other case he finds the same tyrant at every turn. Mr. Shaw and other rational Socialists have agreed that the State would be in practice government by a small group. Any independent man who disliked that group would find his foe waiting for him at the end of every road. It may be said of Sociahsm, therefore, very briefly, that its friends recommended it as increasing equality, while its foes resisted it as decreasing liberty. On the one hand it was said that the State could provide homes and meals for all ; on the other it was answered that this could only be done by State officials who would inspect houses and regulate meals. The com- promise eventually made was one of the most interest- ing and even curious cases in history. It was decided to do everything that had ever been denounced in Socialism, and nothing that had ever been desired in it. Since it was supposed to gain equality at the sacrifice of liberty, we proceeded to prove that it was possible to sacrifice liberty without gaining equality. Indeed, there was not the faintest attempt to gain equality, least of all economic equality. But there was a very spirited and vigorous effort to eliminate 164 Eugenics and Other Evils liberty, by means of an entirely new crop of crude regulations and interferences. But it was not the Socialist State regulating those whom it fed, like children or even like convicts. It was the Capitalist State raiding those whom it had trampled and de- serted in every sort of den, like outlaws or broken men. It occurred to the wiser sociologists that, after all, it would be easy to proceed more promptly to the main business of bullying men, without having gone through the laborious preliminary business of supporting them. After all, it was easy to inspect the house without having helped to build it ; it was even possible, with luck, to inspect the house in time to prevent it being built. All that is described in the documents of the Housing Problem ; for the people of this age loved problems and hated solutions. It was easy to restrict the diet without providing the dinner. All that can be found in the docimients of what is called Temperance Reform. In short, people decided that it was impossible to achieve any of the good of Socialism, but they com- forted themselves by achieving aU the bad. All that official discipline, about which the Socialists themselves were in doubt or at least on the defensive, was taken over bodily by the Capitalists. They have now added all the bureaucratic tyrannies of a Socialist state to the old plutocratic tj^rannies of a Capitalist State. For the vital point is that it did not in the smallest degree diminish the inequalities of a Capitalist State. It simply destroyed such individual liberties as re- The Transformation of Socialism 165 mained among its victims. It did not enable any man to build a better house ; it only limited the houses he might live in— or how he might manage to live there ; forbidding him to keep pigs or poultry or to sell beer or cider. It did not even add anything to a man's wages ; it only took away something from a man's wages and locked it up, whether he liked it or not, in a sort of money-box which was regarded as a medicine-chest. It does not send food into the house to feed the children ; it only sends an inspector into the house to punish the parents for having no food to feed them. It does not see that they have got a fire ; it only punishes them for not having a fireguard. It does not even occur to it to provide the fireguard. Now this anomalous situation will probably lal- timately evolve into the Servile State of Mr. Belloc's thesis. The poor will sink into slavery ; it might as correctly be said that the poor will rise into slavery. That is to say, sooner or later, it is very probable that the rich will take over the philanthropic as well as the tyrannic side of the bargain ; and will feed men like slaves as well as hunting them like outlaws. But for the purpose of my own argument it is not necessary to carry the process so far as this, or indeed any farther than it has already gone. The purely negative stage of interference, at which we have stuck for the present, is in itself quite favourable to all these eugenical experiments. The capitalist whose half-conscious thought and course of action I have simpHfied into a story in the preceding chapters, finds this insufficient i66 Eugenics and Other Evils solution quite sufficient for his purposes. What he has felt for a long time is that he must check or improve the reckless and random breeding of the submerged race, which is at once outstripping his requirements and failing to fulfil his needs. Now the anomalous situation has already accustomed him to stopping things. The first interferences with sex need only be negative ; and there are already negative interferences without number. So that the study of this stage of Socialism brings us to the same conclusion as that of the ideal of liberty as formally professed by Liberalism. The ideal of liberty is lost, and the ideal of Socialism is changed, till it is a mere excuse for the oppression of the poor. The first movements for intervention in the deepest domestic concerns of the poor all had this note of negative interference. Official papers were sent round to the mothers in poor streets ; papers in which a total stranger asked these respectable women questions which a man would be killed for asking, in the class of what were called gentlemen or in the countries of what were called free men. They were questions sup- posed to refer to the conditions of maternity ; but the point is here that the reformers did not begin by build- ing up those economic or material conditions. They did not attempt to pay money or establish property to create those conditions. They never give anything — except orders. Another form of the intervention, and one already mentioned, is the kidnapping of children upon the most fantastic excuses of sham psychology. Some The Transformation of Socialism 167 people established an apparatus of tests and trick questions ; which might make an amusing game of riddles for the family fireside, but seems an insufficient reason for mutilating and dismembering the family. Others became interested in the hopeless moral con- dition of children born in the economic condition which they did not attempt to improve. They were great on the fact that crime was a disease ; and carried on their criminological studies so successfully as to open the reformatory for little boys who played truant ; there was no reformatory for reformers. I need not pause to explain that crime is not a disease. It is criminology that is a disease. Finally one thing may be added which is at least clear. Whether or no the organisation of industry will issue positively in a eugenical reconstruction of the family, it has already issued negatively, as in the negations already noted, in a partial destruction of it. It took the form of a propaganda of popular divorce, calculated at least to accustom the masses to a new notion of the shifting and re-grouping of families. I do not discuss the question of divorce here, as I have done elsewhere, in its intrinsic character ; I merely note it as one of these negative reforms which have been substituted for positive economic equality. It was preached with a weird hilarity, as if the suicide of love were something not only humane but happy. But it need not be explained, and certainly it need not be denied, that the harassed poor of a diseased in- dustrialism were indeed maintaining marriage under i68 Eugenics and Other Evils every disadvantage, and often found individual relief in divorce. Industrialism does produce many un- happy marriages, for the same reason that it produces so many unhappy men. But all the reforms were directed to rescuing the industrialism rather than the happiness. Poor couples were to be divorced because they were already divided. Through all this modern muddle there runs the curious principle of sacrificing the ancient uses of things because they do not fit in with the modern abuses. When the tares are found in the wheat, the greatest promptitude and practicality is always shown in burning the wheat and gathering the tares into the bam. And since the serpent coiled about the chalice had dropped his poison in the wine of Cana, analysts were instantly active in the effort to preserve the poison and to pour away the wine. CHAPTER VIII THE END OF THE HOUSEHOLD GODS The only place where it is possible to find an echo of the mind of the English masses is either in conversation or in comic songs. The latter are obviously the more dubious ; but they are the only things recorded and quotable that come anywhere near it. We talk about the popular Press ; but in truth there is no popular Press. It may be a good thing ; but, anyhow, most readers would be mildly surprised if a newspaper leading article were written in the language of a navvy. Sometimes the Press is interested in things in which the democracy is also genuinely interested ; such as horse-racing. Sometimes the Press is about as popular as the Press Gang. We talk of Labour leaders in Parliament ; but they would be highly unparliamen- tary if they talked like labotirers. The Bolshevists, I believe, profess to promote something that they call " proletarian art," which only shows that the word Bolshevism can sometimes be abbreviated into bosh. That sort of Bolshevist is not a proletarian, but rather the very thing he accuses everybody else of being. The Bolshevist is above all a bourgeois ; a Jewish intellectual of the town. And the real case against industrial intellectualism could hardly be put better L 169 170 Eugenics and Other Evils than in this very comparison. There has never been such a thing as proletarian art ; but there has em- phatically been such a thing as peasant art. And the only literature which even reminds us of the real tone and talk of the English working classes is to be found in the comic song of the English music- hall. I first heard one of them on my voyage to America, in the midst of the sea within sight of the New World, with the Statue of Liberty beginning to loom up on the horizon. From the lips of a young Scotch en- gineer, of all people in the world, I heard for the first time these immortal words from a London music-hall song : — " Father's got the sack from the water- works For smoking of his old cherry-briar ; Father's got the sack from the water-works 'Cos he might set the water-works on fire." As I told my friends in America, I think it no part of a patriot to boast ; and boasting itself is certainly not a thing to boast of. I doubt the persuasive power of English as exemplified in Kipling, and one can easily force it on foreigners too much, even as exempli- fied in Dickens. I am no Imperialist, and only on rare and proper occasions a Jingo. But when I hear those words about Father and the water-works, when I hear under far-off foreign skies anything so gloriously English as that, then indeed (I said to them), then indeed ; — The End of the Household Gods 171 " I thank the goodness and the grace That on my birth have smiled, And made me, as you see me here, ^ A little English child." But that noble stanza about the water-works has other elements of nobility besides nationality. It provides a compact and almost perfect summary of the whole social problem in industrial countries like England and America. If I wished to set forth systematically the elements of the ethical and economic problem in Pittsburg or Sheffield, I could not do better than take these few words as a text, and divide them up like the heads of a sermon. Let me note the points in some rough fashion here. I. — Father. This word is still in use among the more ignorant and ill-paid of the industrial community ; and is the badge of an old convention or unit called the family. A man and woman having vowed to be faithful to each other, the man makes himself respon- sible for all the children of the woman, and is thus generically called " Father." It must not be supposed that the poet or singer is necessarily one of the children. It may be the wife, called by the same ritual " Mother." Poor Enghsh wives say " Father " as poor Irish wives say " Himself," meaning the titular head of the house. The point to seize is that among the ignorant this con- vention or custom still exists. Father and the family are the foundations of thought ; the natural authority still comes natural to the poet ; but it is overlaid and thwarted with more artificial authorities ; the official. £72 Eugenics and Other Evils the schoolmaster, the policeman, the employer, and so on. What these forces fighting the family are we shall see, my dear brethren, when we pass to our second heading ; which is : — 2. — Got the Sack. This idiom marks a later stage of the history of the language than the comparatively primitive word " Father." It is needless to discuss whether the term comes from Turkey or some other servile society. In America they say that Father has been fired. But it involves the whole of the unique economic system under which Father has now to live. Though assumed by family tradition to be a master, he can now, by industrial tradition, only be a par- ticular kind of servant ; a servant who has not the security of a slave. If he owned his own shop and tools, he could not get the sack. If his master owned him, he could not get the sack. The slave and the guildsman know where they will sleep every night ; it was only the proletarian of individualist industrial- ism who could get the sack, if not in the style of the Bosphorus, at least in the sense of the Embankment. We pass to the third heading. 3. — From the Water-works. This detail of Father's life is very important ; for this is the reply to most of the Socialists, as the last section is to so many of the Capitalists. The water-works which employed Father is a very large, official and impersonal institution. Whether it is technically a bureaucratic department or a big business makes little or no change in the feelings of Father in connection with it. The water- The End of the Household Gods 173 works might or might not be nationalised ; and it would make no necessary difference to Father being fired, and no difference at all to his being accused of playing with fire. In fact, if the Capitalists are more likely to give him the sack, the Socialists are even more likely to forbid him the smoke. There is no freedom for Father except in some sort of private ownership of things like water and fire. If he owned his own well his water could never be cut off, and while he sits by his own fire his pipe can never be put out. That is the real meaning of property, and the real argument against Socialism ; probably the only argument against Socialism. 4. — For Smoking. Nothing marks this queer in- termediate phase of industrialism more strangely than the fact that, while employers still claim the right to sack him like a stranger, they are already beginning to claim the right to supervise him like a son. Economic- ally he can go and starve on the Embankment ; but ethically and hygienically he must be controlled and coddled in the nursery. Government repudiates all responsibility for seeing that he gets bread. But it anxiously accepts all responsibility for seeing that he does not get beer. It passes an Insurance Act to force him to provide himself with medicine ; but it is avowedly indifferent to whether he is able to provide himself with meals. Thus while the sack is incon- sistent with the family, the supervision is really in- consistent with the sack. The whole thing is a tangled chain of contradictions. It is true that in the special 174 Eugenics and Other Evils and sacred text of scripture we are here considering, the smoking is forbidden on a general and public and not on a medicinal and private ground. But it is none the less relevant to remember that, as his masters have already proved that alcohol is a poison, they may soon prove that nicotine is a poison. And it is most significant of all that this sort of danger is even greater in what is called the new democracy of America than in what is called the old oligarchy of England. When I was in America, people were already " defending " tobacco. People who defend tobacco are on the road to proving that daylight is defensible, or that it is not really sinful to sneeze. In other words, they are quietly going mad. 5. — Of his old Cherry-briar. Here we have the in- termediate and anomalous position of the institution of Property. The sentiment still exists, even among the poor, or perhaps especially among the poor. But it is attached to toys rather than tools ; to the minor products rather than to the means of production. But something of the sanity of ownership is still to be observed ; for instance, the element of custom and continuity. It was an old cherry-briar ; systematic- ally smoked by Father in spite of all wiles and tempta- tions to Woodbines and gaspers ; an old companion possibly connected with various romantic or diverting events in Father's life. It is perhaps a relic as well as a trinket. But because it is not a true tool, because it gives the man no grip on the creative energies of society, it is, with all the rest of his self-respect, at the The End of the Household Gods 175 mercy of the thing called the sack. When he gets the sack from the water-works, it is only too probable that he wiU have to pawn his old cherry-briar. 6. — 'Cos he might set the water-works on fire. And that single line, like the lovely single lines of the great poets, is so full, so final, so perfect a picture of all the laws we pass and all the reasons we give for them, so exact an analysis of the logic of all our precautions at the present time, that the pen falls even from the hands of the commentator ; and the masterpiece is left to speak for itself. Some such analysis as the above gives a better account than most of the anomalous attitude and situation of the English proletarian to-day. It is the more appropriate because it is expressed in the words he actually uses ; which certainly do not include the word " proletarian." It will be noted that everything that goes to make up that complexity is in an unfinished state. Property has not quite vanished ; slavery has not quite arrived ; marriage exists under difficulties ; social regimentation exists under restraints, or rather under subterfuges. The question which remains is which force is gaining on the other, and whether the old forces are capable of resisting the new. I hope they are ; but I recognise that they resist under more than one heavy handicap. The chief of these is that the family feeling of the workmen is by this time rather an instinct than an ideal. The obvious thing to pro- tect an ideal is a religion. The obvious thing to pro- tect the ideal of marriage is the Christian religion. And 176 Eugenics and Other Evils for various reasons, which only a history of England could explain (though it hardly ever does), the working classes of this country have been very much cut off from Christianity. I do not dream of denjdng, indeed I should take every opportunity of afhrming, that monogamy and its domestic responsibilities can be defended on rational apart from religious grounds. But a religion is the practical protection of any moral idea which has to be popular and which has to be pugnacious. And our ideal, if it is to survive, will have to be both. Those who make merry over the landlady who has seen better days, of whom something has been said already, commonly speak, in the same jovial journalese, about her household goods as her household gods. They would be much startled if they discovered how right they are. Exactly what is lacking to the modem materialist is something that can be what the house- hold gods were to the ancient heathen. The house- hold gods of the heathen were not only wood and stone ; at least there is always more than that in the stone of the hearth-stone and the wood of the roof- tree. So long as Christianity continued the tradition of patron saints and portable relics, this idea of a blessing on the household could continue. If men had not domestic divinities, at least they had divine domesticities. When Christianity was chilled with Puritanism and rationalism, this inner warmth or secret fire in the house faded on the hearth. But some of the embers still glow or at least glimmer ; and there The End of the Household Gods 177 is still a memory among the poor that their material possessions are something sacred. I know poor men for whom it is the romance of their lives to refuse big sums of money for an old copper warming-pan. They do not want it, in any sense of base utility. They do not use it as a warming-pan ; but it warms them for all that. It is indeed, as Sergeant Buzfuz humorously observed, a cover for hidden fire. And the fire is that which burned before the strange and uncouth wooden gods, like giant dolls, in the huts of ancient Italy. It is a household god. And I can imagine some such neglected and unlucky English man dying with his eyes on the red gleam of that piece of copper, as happier men have died with their eyes on the golden gleam of a chalice or a cross. It will thus be noted that there has always been some connection between a mystical belief and the materials of domesticity ; that they generally go together ; and that now, in a more mournful sense, they are gone together. The working classes have no reserves of property with which to defend their relics of religion. They have no religion with which to sanctify and dignify their property. Above all, they are under the enormous disadvantage of being right without knowing it. They hold their sound principles as if they were sullen prejudices. They almost secrete their small property as if it were stolen property. Often a poor woman will tell a magistrate that she sticks to her husband, with the defiant and desperate air of a wanton resolved to run away from her husband. lyS Eugenics and Other Evils Often she will cry as hopelessly, and as it were help- lessly, when deprived of her child as if she were a child deprived of her doll. Indeed, a cMld in the street, crying for her lost doll, would probably receive more sympathy than she does. Meanwhile the fun goes on ; and many such con- flicts are recorded, even in the newspapers, between heart-broken parents and house-breaking philan- thropists ; always with one issue, of course. There are any number of them that never get into the news- papers. And we have to be flippant about these things as the only alternative to being rather fierce ; and I have no desire to end on a note of universal ferocity. I know that many who set such machinery in motion do so from motives of sincere but confused compassion, and many more from a dull but not dis- honourable medical or legal habit. But if I and those who agree with me tend to some harshness and abrupt- ness of condemnation, these worthy people need not be altogether impatient with our impatience. It is surely beneath them, ia the scope of their great schemes, to complain of protests so ineffectual about wrongs so individual. I have considered in this chapter the chances of general democratic defence of domestic honour, and have been compelled to the conclusion that they are not at present hopeful ; and it is at least clear that we cannot be founding on them any personal hopes. If this conclusion leaves us de- feated, we submit that it leaves us disinterested. Ours is not the sort of protest, at least, that promises The End of the Household Gods 179 anything even to the demagogue, let alone the syco- phant. Those we serve will never rule, and those we pity will never rise. Parliament will never be sur- rounded by a mob of submerged grandmothers brand- ishing pawn-tickets. There is no trade union of de- fective children. It is not very probable that modem government will be overturned by a few poor dingy devils who are sent to prison by mistake, or rather by ordinary accident. Surely it is not for those mag- nificent Socialists, or those great reformers and re- constructors of Capitalism, sweeping onward to their scientific triumphs and caring for none of these things, to murmur at our vain indignation. At least if it is vain it is the less venal ; and in so far as it is hopeless it is also thankless. They have their great campeiigns and cosmopolitan systems for the regimentation of millions, and the records of science and progress. They need not be angry with us, who plead for those who will never read our words or reward our effort, even with gratitude. They need surely have no worse mood towards us than mystification, seeing that in re- calling these small things of broken hearts or homes, we are but recordiag what cannot be recorded ; trivial tragedies that will fade faster and faster in the flux of time, cries that fail in a furious and infinite wind, wild words of despair that are written only upon run- ning water ; unless, indeed, as some so stubbornly and strangely say, they are somewhere cut deep into a rock, in the red granite of the wrath of God. CHAPTER IX A SHORT CHAPTER Round about the year 1913 Eugenics was turned from a fad to a fashion. Then, if I may so summarise the situation, the joke began in earnest. The organising mind which we have seen considering the problem of slum population, the popular material and the possi- bility of protests, felt that the time had come to open the campaign. Eugenics began to appear in big head- lines in the daily Press, and big pictures in the illus- trated papers. A foreign gentleman named Bolce, living at Hampstead, was advertised on a huge scale as having every intention of being the father of the Superman. It turned out to be a Superwoman, and was called Eugenette. The parents were described as devoting themselves to the production of perfect pre-natal conditions. They " eliminated everything from their lives which did not tend towards complete happiness." Many might indeed be ready to do this ; but in the voluminous contemporary journalism on the subject I can find no detailed notes about how it is done. Communications were opened with Mr. H. G- Wells, with Dr. Saleeby, and apparently with Dr. Karl Pearson. Every quality desired in the ideal baby was carefully cultivated in the parents. The problem 180 A Short Chapter i8i of a sense of humour was felt to be a matter of great gravity. The Eugenist couple, naturally fearing they might be deficient on this side, were so truly scientific as to have resort to specialists. To cultivate a sense of fun, they visited Harry Lauder, and then Wilkie Bard, and afterwards George Robey ; but all, it would appear, in vain. To the newspaper reader, however, it looked as if the names of Metchnikoff and Steinmetz and Karl Pearson would soon be quite as familiar as those of Robey and Lauder and Bard. Arguments about these Eugenic authorities, reports of the con- troversies at the Eugenic Congress, filled countless columns. The fact that Mr. Bolce, the creator of per- fect pre-natal conditions, was afterwards sued in a law-court for keeping his own flat in conditions of filth and neglect, cast but a slight and momentary shadow upon the splendid dawn of the science. It would be vain to record any of the thousand testi- monies to its triumph. In the nature of things, this should be the longest chapter in the book, or rather the beginning of another book. It should record, in numberless examples, the triumphant popularisation of Eugenics in England. But as a matter of fact this is not the first chapter but the last. And this must be a very short chapter, because the whole of this story was cut short. A very curious thing happened. England went to war. This would in itself have been a sufficiently irritat- ing interruption in the early life of Eugenette, and in the early establishment of Eugenics. But a far more i82 Eugenics and Other Evils dreadful and disconcerting fact must be noted. With whom, alas, did England go to war ? England went to war with the Superman in his native home. She went to war with that very land of scientific culture from which the very ideal of a Superman had come. She went to war with the whole of Dr. Steinmetz, and presumably with at least half of Dr. Karl Pearson. She gave battle to the birthplace of nine-tenths of the professors who were the prophets of the new hope of humanity. In a few weeks the very name of a pro- fessor was a matter for hissing and low plebeian mirth. The very name of Nietzsche, who had held up this hope of something superhuman to humanity, was laughed at for all the world as if he had been touched with lunacy. A new mood came upon the whole people*; a mood of marching, of spontaneous soldierly vigilance and democratic discipline, moving to the faint tune of bugles far away. Men began to talk strangely of old and common things, of the counties of England, of its quiet landscapes, of motherhood and the half- buried religion of the race. Death shone on the land like a new daylight, making all things vivid and visibly dear. And in the presence of this awful actuality it seemed, somehow or other, as if even Mr. Bolce and the Eugenic baby were things unaccountably far-away and almost, if one may say so, funny. Such a revulsion requires explanation, and it may be briefly given. There was a province of Europe which had carried nearer to perfection than any other the type of order and foresight that are the subject A Short Chapter 183 of this book. It had long been the model State of all those more rational moralists who saw in science the ordered salvation of society. It was admittedly ahead of all other States in social reform. All the systematic social reforms were professedly and proudly borrowed from it. Therefore when this province of Prussia found it convenient to extend its imperial system to the neighbouring and neutral State of Belgium, all these scientific enthusiasts had a privilege not always granted to hiere theorists. They had the gratification of seeing their great Utopia at work, on a grand scale and very close at hand. They had not to wait, like other evolutionary idealists, for the slow approach of something nearer to their dreams ; or to leave it merely as a promise to posterity. They had not to wait for it as for a distant thing like the vision of a future state ; but in the flesh they had seen their Paradise. And they were very silent for five years. The thing died at last, and the stench of it stank to the sky. It might be thought that so terrible a savour would never altogether leave the memories of men ; but men's memories are unstable things. It may be that gradually these dazed dupes will gather again together, and attempt again to believe their dreams and disbelieve their eyes. There may be some whose love of slavery is so ideal and disinterested that they are loyal to it even in its defeat. Wherever a fragment of that broken chain is found, they will be found hugging it. But there are limits set in the ever- lasting mercy to him who has been once deceived and 184 Eugenlcs"^and Other Evils a second time deceives himself. They have seen their paragons of science and organisation playing their part on land and sea ; showing their love of learning at Louvain and their love of humanity at Lille. For a time at least they have believed the testimony of their senses. And if they do not believe now, neither would they believe though one rose from the dead ; though all the millions who died to destroy Prussianism stood up and testified against it. INDEX Abnormal iimoceuce and ab- normal sin, alliance be- tween, 4 Abortion, open advocacy of, 138 Afifinity as a bar to marriage, 8 Altruism, remarks on, iii Anarchy, definition of, 22, 23 the opposite of Socialism, 159 Anglican Church, the, and ques- tion of disestablishment, 75 Aristocratic marriages, Eugen- ists and, 139 et seq. Atheistic literary style, the, 46 Authority versus Reason, 132 Autocrats, Bugenists as, 15 Bewoc, Mr., and the Servile State, 21, i6g rebuked by The Nation, 122 Bliicher, Marshal, an alleged saying of, 124 Bolce, Mr., the super-Eugenist, 180, 181 Bolshevists, and " proletarian art," 169 Brummell, Mr., vanity of, 96 Burglary, punishment for, 36 Calvinism, immorality of, 126, 127 in the Middle Ages, 92 Calvinists and the doctrine of free-will, 52 Capitalists, and workmen, 133 Socialists and, 47 Casuists, Eugenists as, 14 Catholic countries, and the drink traffic, 122 Celtic sadness, and the desola- tion of Belfast, 121 Chesterton, G. K., and Socialism, 159 et seq. on H. G. Wells, 69 rebuked by The Nation, 122 Children, and non-eugenic unions, 7 cruelty to : punishment for, 26-7 Christian conception of fe- bellion, the, 22, 23 Christian religion as protector of the ideal of marriage, 175 Christian serf, how he differed from a pagan slave, 102 Christianity, and freedom, 10 Church teaching, compulsory, 75 Church, the, and question of disestablishment, 75 " Class War, the," and Socialists, « 47 Coercion, and control of sex- relationship, 155 Comic songs, and a sermon thereon, 169 et seq. Compulsion, and sexual selec- tion, 14, 155 Compulsory education, 95 vaccination, 77 Concordat, the, and the in- dependence of the Roman Church, 75 Criminals, difference between lunatics and, 34, 35 proposed vivisection of, 79 punishment of, 25 et seq., 35 et seq. Criminology as a disease, 167 Cruelty to children, punishment for, 26-7 Delusions, concrete and other- wise, 32 et seq. Disestablishment, author's views on, 75 Doctors, as health advisers of the community, 55, 58 "limits to their knowledge, 57 185 i86 Index Education, compulsory, 95 Endeavouiers, the, 17 English proletarians, anomalous attitude of, 175 Establishment, author's views on, 75 ei seq. Ethics, as opposed to Eugenics, 7 Eugenic I/aw, the first, and negative Eugenics, 19, 28 Eugenic State, beginning of the, 19 Eugenics and employment, 141 author's conception of, 12 becomes a fashion, 180 beginning of, 125 different meanings of, 4 essence of, 4 first principle of, 38 general definition of, 10 meanness of the motive of, 136 et seq., 146 moral basis of, 5 the false theory of, 3 et seq. the real aim of, gi et seq. versus Ethics, 7 Eugenist, true story of a, 114 ei seq. Eugenists, and their new mor- ality, 82 as Casuists, 14 as employers, 133, 137 as Euphemists, 12 their plutocratic impulses, 139 et seq. Mr. Wells' challenge to, 70 secret of what they really want, 73 et seq., 85 Euphemists, Eugenists as, 12 Fabians, and Socialism, 160 Feeble-Minded Bill, the, Eu- genists and, 17, 18, 1 9, 20, 28, 51, 52 Feeble-mindedness, Dr. Saleeby on, 61 hereditary, 62, 63 Flogging, revival of, 25 Foulon, and the French peas- ants, 103 Freedom, Christianity and, 10 Free-will disbelieved by Eu- genists, 52 Game laws, English, result of the, no, 112 Golf, a Scotch minister's opinion of, 117 Great War, the, outbreak of, and its effect on Eugenics, Health, and what it is, 59 Mr. Wells' views on inherit- ance of, 70, 85-6 not necessarily allied with beauty, 144 " Health adviser " of society, the, 55. 58 Hereditary diseases, and mar- riage, 44 Heredity, and feeble-minded- ness, 62, 63 author's conception of, 64 incontestable proof of, 66 three first facts of, 66-7 unsatisfactory plight of stu- dents of, 66 uselessness of attempting to judge, 39 Housebreaking, punishment for, 36 Household gods of the heathen, 176 Housing problem, the, 164 Hutchinson, Colonel and Mrs., the historic instance of, 7 Huth, A. H., an admission by, 50 Idealists {see Autocrats) Idiotcy, segregation of, 61 Imperialism, and its aims, 93 Imprisonment, the State and, 25 Incest, the crime of, 8, 9 Indeterminate sentence, the, in- strument of, 35 principle of, 37 Individualism, the experiment of, 130 Individualists, early Victorian, 118 Intervention, Socialistic move- ments of, 166 Irish peasants, T. P. O'Connor on, 144 Index 187 Irishman in Wverpool, the, 121 JouRNAijSM and the Press of to-day, 73 Kindred and affinity, as a bar to marriage, 8 I