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i } THE DAILY WORKER, NEW YORK, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 4, 1927 THE DAILY WORKER Published by the DAILY WORKER PUBLISHING CO. Daily, Except Sunday 88 First Street, New York, N. Y. SUBSCRIPTION RATES By mail (in New York only): By mail (outside of N $8.00 per year $4.50 six months $6.00 per year 2.50 three months $2.00 three months Phone, Orchard 1680 Address all mail and make out checks to THE DAILY WORKER, 83 First Street, New York, N. Y. J. LOUIS ENGDAHL ) WILLIAM F, DUNNE { BERT MILLER Editors Business Manager Entered as second-class mail at the post-office at New York, N. Y., under the act of March ©, 1879. sing rates on application. Adve Moving In on China. Out of the maze of assertions, denials and counter-denials coming from the foreign and state departments of Great Britain and the United States, one fact stands out clearly: The imperial- ists of both countries are using the pretext of protecting their nationals in Shanghai in an effort to crush the revolutionary movement in China, the preliminary to a new attack-on the Soviet Union. Great Britain has 20,000 troops on the way to China and the United States government is rushing warships under sealed orders to the Orient. The officials of both governments have words of peace on their lips, but they are keeping their powder dry. The honeyed words are used to deceive the Chinese people and the masses in the imperialist countries. But the words of capitalist statesmen should fool nobody. The imperialist powers are determined to hold their grip on China, by force if necessary. They refuse to recognize the Na- tionalist government, the only responsible government in China. Great Britain dickers with the Cantonese the while she rushes her battle cruisers to Shanghai. When the Cantonese break off negotiations, owing to the landing of hostile British forces on Chinese soil, the British blame the Soviet government for the rup- ture. The imperialists blame the Soviet Union for rebellion in China.’ They blame: the Soviet Union for trouble in Morocco, in Latin Aterica} afd’ wherever the Subject peoples strike for free- dom. ‘But there were uprisings of subject peoples before the Soviet Union was coriceived of. There will be uprisings until the last imperialist power is wiped off the map. The Wall Street Gold Dust twins in Washington, Coolidge and Kellogg, insist that the United States will not follow a policy of joint action with Great Britain in China. But the following para- graph from an editorial in the New York Evening Post shows why Coolidge and Kellogg are deceiving the masses: : “We may say in Washington, for reasons of state, that our policy must not be one of joint action with Britain, but on the waterfront and barricades at Shanghai there can be no doubt that American marines and British bluejackets would be standing shoulder to shoulder as they have done before. After all it was en American sailor who went to the aid of the British in Chinese Waters with the sound and simple statement, ‘Blood is thicker than water.” Here we see the policy of Wali street miirrored thru the reac- tionary Evening Post. “For reasons of state” the administration insists that the United States will not act jointly with Britain but will be with Britain on the Shanghai barricades. “Blood is thicker than water,” undoubtedly, but much water has passed under the historical bridge since the Boxer rebellion and four hundred millions of Chinese are able to do some blood letting, too. The imperialists face a different China today to what they encountered when the international forces of the imperialists marched to.Peking. If they essay a similar march today they will meet, not an aggregation of disorganized individuals, led by brig- ands, but a powerful cohesive force that strikes with the might of the greatest reservoir of man-power that ever met an invading army in all human history. The capitalist vultures might well keep this in mind. But the task of defending China must not be shouldered by the Chinese masses alone. The workers of all lands and parucularly the work- ers of the United States and Great Britain must rally to the as- sistance of the workers and peasants of China. Should the inter- ventionists win in China, it will mean a temporary setback to the revolutionary movement on a world scale. It will mean another link forged in the imperialist chain around the Soviet Union, a prelude to a concerted attack from east and west against the work- ers’ republic, and the signal for a new assault on the standard of living of the workers in all countries. ' The American workers must organize “Hands Off China” * committees. The slimy imperialist tool Calvin Coolidge must not be permitted to use the naval and military forces of the United States to crush the Chinese revolution. Kellogg pretends to be in favor of arbitrating the Nicaraguan question. Dr. Sacasa, the liberal president, expressed his willing- ness to participate in a conference under the auspices of Kellogg and Latin-American diplomats. But Kellogg will have none of it. He would not recognize Sacasa if all Nicaragua and his wife voted for him. Here is “‘self-determination of nations” with a vengeance. - - Aimee McPherson arrived in Chicago wearing a beautiful fur coat that cost enough money to keep The DAILY WORKER going for three months. It pays to boost Jesus nowadays. No sackcloth and ashes for our modern evangelists. i The Italian socialist labor leaders have suddenly discovered that fascism ig just about what they always wanted under the name of socialism. The socialists of the state of Indiana came to the same conclusion with reference to the Ku Klux Klan when 95 per cent of them joined the hooded order. Fortunately for yel- low socialism the Hoosier editor of the New Leader was nearer to Abe Cahan than to the grand dragon at Indianapolis when the exodus started. What a first class kligraph he would make? The British foreign office denies a breaking off of negotia- 4/ons between its agent O'Malley and Eugene Chen, They simply stonucd negotiating! ‘ *-” Henry Ford is reported to be worth $2,000,000,000, Not that he could be boiled down for more glycerine than the average hobo, but he owns and controls that much worth of property. Did Henry accumulate all this wealth by saving his nickels and dimes? He did not. He amassed it by learning to exploit hundreds of thousands of workers. Get Another Subscriber for Your DAILY WORKER. ir y Marxian Social Science War in Barbarism jrichment, then the peace of primitive | society is disturbed, The first victims of this change in |the material conditions of society ‘We have already learned in the| were the women. The men expropri- ‘By EMANUEL KANTER and ALEX SCHWARZENFELD article “War in Savagery” that peace| ated and robbed the women of their} was the condition of savage society.| rights and privileges that savagery It was shown that the savage primi-/ and matriarchal barbarism had grant- tive Communists held their property in common; classes, no poor, no rich, no slavery, no oppression of man by man or of woman by man. food and often their wives, sacord- ing to the cystom of hospitality. also know that there was no greed emong them, for they had net yet learned the value of property. They were honest and truthful, for} as yet their was no reason to steal or lie. - They were in the Golden Age of humanity, as the ethnologists and poets tell us, when the warrior, the priest, the judge and the exploiter did not yet ‘mar the natural communism then prevailing. In a later period, that of Matriar- | chal Barbarism, when hunting andj} food-gathering, by means of which/ the savage lived, were supplemented by a primitive kind of agriculture (gardening), i. e. when the mode of production and the tools of produc- tion were further developed, the prim-/ itive peacefulness was still little dis-| turbed. For even then the means of! production were communal, and socie- ty was still classless; so that the divi-' sion into rich and poor, into exploiters| and exploited was unknown. Under normal conditions peace gen-} erally reigns. Honesty and truthful- ness and hospitality (the sharing of food) still exists, as Morgan has shown in his Ancient ‘Society" ‘and’ Houses’ ‘and Houselife’ among the} American “Aborigines. ““ Of" ¢céurse} when natural ‘forces’ dause‘' such’ 'a people, as the Iroquois, for example, to migrate from their original habitat and to seek a home elsewhere they) are apt to come in conflict with other} tribes, whose territory they may at- tempt to occupy. But since there is no desire to make private property of the land but to use it to hunt on, in order that they might not starve,| an agreement is easily reached. | The Iroquois formed a confeder- ation, a league of nations. “One of its avowed objects,” says Morgan, “was peace, to remove the cause of strife by uniting their tribes under one government, and then extending’ it by incorporating other tribes of the’ same game and lineage.” This condi- tion of peace was later disturbed by| the intrusion of the civilized French and English. Yet it can be said without fear of contradiction that under normal con- ditions, when the tribal communal life is not disturbed by external forces, peace prevails in the Matriarchal Barbarian tribes. On this point Mr. Powell, of the classical school of An- thropology, says (of the North Amer- ican Indians) that “their. accumu- lations were not so great as to -be| tempting; : accordingly battle for plunder, tribute and conquest was al- most unkhown.” As soon as humanity develops out! of the hunting stage into the pastoral, as soon as cattle, the first means of production: to become private prop- ed them, now she was subjected and subordin- ated. The women as a whole compos- They shared thetr/ ed the first class to be exploited. But since no class in society willingly ac- Wel cepts @ subordinate position, since no class meekly submits to being robbed and expropriated and “enslaved” we find the women, wherever they were able, as in Asia Minor, in South America, and elswhere, rising in re- volt against the men, and fighting them to the death. In one case, in Africa, they even succeeded in over- coming the men and enslaving them. But since in the majority of cases (when the matriarchal tribes were changing into patriarchalism) the women were unarmed, they could put’ up no effective opposition and had to aécept more or less meekly their sub- If prior to patriarchal! bar-) that there were no! barism woman was the equal of man, intercourse with anyone who pleased her, especially before she was mar- ried, in Patriarchal Barbarism the man deprived her of this right, She must now be virtuous and chaste and true to her husband, but he of course could still do as he pleased in sexual matters. It was the introduction of private property that compelled woman to be chaste and virtuous. It was not due to the fact that she is by nature su- perior to man in these matters. Orig- inally woman was just ag promiscuous as man, but since man needed to know who his children were, in order to will his property to them, he foreed the woman to be virtuous. In later civilized times, in Rome for example, he had the right of life and death over her. He could kill her if she had relations with another man. However, we must remember that since in the period of Patriarchal Bar- barism the land was not yet private property, for civilization had to be reached before that could take place —the wars of these tribes were not real “wars.” That is to say, since the men had not yet learned how to use the land to enrich themselves, they jection. An unarmed class is always at the mercy of an armed class. That is why the Leninists always insist on arming the proletariat, as in Russia, for if unarmed they will be “enslaved” and subjected, as were the women of old, rhe introduction of private prop- erty in cattle transformed the happy- go-lucky and freedom-loving hunter into a- warrior, a seeker after private property, and an enslaver. For the first time in the history of the human race man began to lie and steal and rob. He now wished to get more and more, hot so much by work as by ex- ploiting and robbing. For he found that he could accumulate property more easily by treachery and stealing and by exploiting others. So that now the men of the cattle-tribes went out on the warpath, they went out to steal from other tribes. And this form of activity, the source of the first primitive accumulation, dis- turbed the peace of humanity. It was the birth of private prop- erty, the desire to get more and more, that made a warrior out of the hunt-| er and herdsman. Do you not see that when man was launched on his property career he begun to shun la- bor, to canes women, to rob his fellow-man? Do you not realize that now for the first time in the history of our race, lying and stealing was of importance? Do you not see de- veloping before your very eyes the passion of greed? The savage and matriarchal barbarian was altruistic, unselfish and communistic in his daily life; but the Patriarchal Barbarian, the man who made cattle his private possession, became selfish and greedy; he became a liar and a thief, he be- came a lover of war! We must also realize that when the Patriarchal Barbarian subjected woman and began to accumulate pri- vate property, when he began to en- rich himself at the expense of others it was necessary for him to be able to leave his wealth on his death to his children. In order to accomplish this it was necessary for him to guard his wife (or wives) and his daughters; it was necessary for him to compel erty, is appropriated by the males of the tribe and used for their own en- them to chastity. If in primitive ;times—in Savagery and early Bar- barism—woman had the right to have did not go out te conquer the land of other people. They did not fully un- derstand that it was profitable to en- slave other men in order to become rich. They merely had a faint inkling of this truth, but only in Civilization was it put into practical application. The contention that only booty and tribute raids existed in Patriarchal Barbarism, and no true wars, is sup- ported by many authorities. Nieboer, in his “Slavery as an Industrial Sys- tem” says that “among the Ama Xosa and Ovaherero the chief object of warfare is cattle stealing.” The Masai of Africa, supposedly .a very: warlike tribe, are ‘merely: cattle thieves. In these’ fights. very ‘little blood is shed and few are killed. The same may be said of the Beni Amer, the Somal, the Mairs and most other cattle tribes. The Abipones, says the missionary Dobrizhoffer, curse a victory if one of their men are killed. In Africa the Watatura cease fighting as soon as a few men are slain. During two years of warfare, says Spike, between the great chief of Munda and a petty chief only six men were killed. And Thomson (Through Masai-land) tells us that even the “warlike Masai” spill little blood and slay few in their “wars,” which are nothing but cattle raids. These few cases are sufficient to show that Patriarchal Barbarism merely sows the seeds of war. It can- not develop these seeds into real war because the land has not yet become private property, because the state, the armed power of the ruling class, of the exploiters, has not yet organ- ized a special army. It is only on this basis that real war can exist; that it is possible for the exploiters to make war on other peo- ples in order to secure more and more land, more and more slaves by means of which to enrich themselves. In the next article we will demon- strate how civilization, by making the land a private possession and by founding a state, scourges humanity with war and divides society into classes, the rich and the poor. We will show that war and capitalist civ- ilization are Siamese twins; that cap- italist civilization is the system of War par excellence. (Next article tomorrow). A POUND OF SLICED BACON A long time ago man found a wild animal he named swine. The beast was a cloven-hoofed mammal that did not chew the cud so he was not con- sidered fit for human food. The Jews and Mohammedans forbade the use of swine ilesh in cooking. Even to this day many people refuseto eat of the swine. Civilization converted the swine into a domesticated hog. That gave the animal entrance to the various fields and marts of commercialism. The hog now feeds in the fields, roots in the pastures and rides to market on railway trains. He is a very im- portant brute for he helps to grease} the wheels of commerce. The farmer has adopted ” hog as one of his favorite pets. le feeds the animal on corn, peanuts and field peas, because these foods contain much protein and fat. When the hog reaches the age of maturity he is given transportation to the big city. At the slaughter-yard the hog sounds the last life call. No part of the fat hog is cast into the waste heap. The packing-house «directors cash in on the hair, hide and hoofs. The main body supplies pork, bacon, hams and lard. The head gives material for cheese. The ribs are sold as spares. The back-bone finds a ready market among certain epi- cures, Man was puzzled on what to do with the hog-blood and squeal. That problem was soon solved. The blood was stirred into tasty puddings. The squeal was canned, to be used as gir and parlor propaganda, to prove to the world that the farmer, who owns hogs is the richest man on earth— the robber of the workers. My feet recently led me to a re- tail meat market. I did not go for bacon for the very good reason that I do not eat pork in any form. I was just a plain investigator. I knew, the t working people were paying more than they could afford for the neces- sities of life. So I listened in. A woman with sad eyes peered into the meat show-case. She was look- ing for something for lunches for tht workmen in her family. There was a mental struggle going on in her brain. The wrinkles in her face seemed to sink deeper into the flesh. She fumbled for her pocket-book. She moaned and mumbled words. “Let me have a pound of sliced bacon,” the voice almost whispered. “Yes, ma'm,” said the smiling salesman, as he quickly tossed a few thin slices of very thin meat on the ecale table. “How much?” the woman slowly asked, “Sixty cents, Fa the clerk re- plied, without flinching. “My lord,” said the woman, turn- ing to me for sympathy. “Well, you know the price of hogs is way out of sight,” the butcherman suggested, as he rubbed his hands to- gether. “I don’t know so much about that,” I butted in, without even having so much as an excuse for talking. “The price on live hogs, at’ the Chicago stockyards, range from seven to thir- teen cents per pound, From those prices must be deducted the profits of buyers, freight and selling ex- penses, so the farmer does not get very much money for his hogs after all.” “The farmer never gets anything , for his hogs, corn or anything else,’ said the boss, who had suddenly ap- peared on the scene. “The farmer don’t know he is alive. He is a dead number. We might just as well for- get that he is alive. He works every day in the year and turns his prod-| ucts over to the city buyers. They/ beat him out of his eye-teeth. Ho stands for it. Let him plug along By JOEL SHOMAKER as he always has, with nothing but| growl.” “When will this boosting of prices on the necessities of life come to an end?” I asked, rather abruptly. “The present conditions will not; end, but will get worse and worse, so long as big corporations continue to control the buying and selling prices of everything,” the clerk fairly breathed, in a confidential way. The woman tucked her little pack- age of bacon in a small hand-bag and slowly paced the floor to another stall! in the public market. The men parted company. The meat-cutter took up his saw and knife. The boss of the piace passed into another part of the shop. pia on my way to inspect other where the lives of men, women and children are being sacrificed on the altars dedicated to the high cost of living. The same old story comes from every food distributing point. The high cost of distribution under the capitalists: is responsible for the unrest, hunger, idleness and gen- eral ill-feeling among the people who pay the bills, Who are the payers of bills? The! farmers who produce the raw mate- rial, the workers who convert the raw material into finished products and the consumers, who buy and pay for the marketable products of the far- mers and workers. ; The manufacturer, wholesaler, transportation agency and the re- | tailor who completes the line of dis | tribution, do not worry about bills, The business pays their bills. The |people pay the bills that. create and maintain the business, The busin must pay rent, insurance, taxes, aries and good profits or the business ceases to be a comes to an end. CHAPTER XIX THE PENALTY I The billboards of Paris broke into universal ecstasy: “Schmolsky- Superba Présente l’Etoile Améri- caine, Viola Tracy, dans La Couche d'Or, Cinéma-Mélodrame de la So- ciété en Huit Reels.” There were pages in the newspapers, “Premi- ere Production sur le Continent d’Europe”—Schmolsky was doing the job in style. “L’Etoile” herself ‘was coming all the way froni Cali- fornia; and Bunny motored to Havre to meet her, and oh, how happy they were, a second honey- moon, with the old disharmonies for- gotten. He drove her back to Paris — no, almost to Paris, she must board a train outside the city and make her entrance according to schedule announced in the newspa- pers. There were ‘the shouting thousands, the cameras, and the re- porters, including those whose duty it would be to cable the stirring news back to New York and Angel City. The world grows one, and it is the “cinéma-mélodrame de la So- ciété” that is doing, it—which is to say the world grows ‘American. The premier. heré::in Paris was the same as‘a,prémiere. in- Hollywood, except that. the. crowd. :made. more. noise, and sought. to embrace its idol, actually imperilling the idol’s life. There was a double reason for ex- citement, because the man who had played the leading part was no common movie actor, but a real prince from Roumania, who had been visiting in Southern Califor- nia, and had yielded to the wiles of Schmolsky and become a star for a night. Now here he was in per- son, on his way home to Roumania -—having traveled on the train and the steamer with Vee, so Bunny learned. A tall, lean young man not very handsome, but used to at- tention; courteous, but easily bored, wearing a quizzical smile, and re- luctant to be serious—until he heard Bunny express some sympathy with the murderous and blasphemous reds! After that, he preferred the company of Bunny’s sister. When the Paris premiere was over, Dad got him a touring car of royal proportions, and they motored to Berlin, Bunny driving, with Vee by his side, and Dad on the: back seat with his secretary and a.chauf- feur for emergencies. It was all “just as grand as their tour to New York; perfect. roads, beautiful scenery, humble peasantry standing cap in hand and awe-stricken, ser- vants rushing to wait upon them at every stop. All Europe owes us money, and this is how it pays. And then Berlin—“Erste Auf- fuehrung in Deutschland, Schmol- sk Superba ankuendigt,” etc. And the crowds and the cameras. and . the reporters—the world was one. This had been enemy country less than six-ears ago; but did any ex- soldiers in uniform take station at the theatre entrance, and forbid American films to set too high a standard for the native product? They did not; and Bunny smiled, remembering his remark to Schmol- sky, “Vae victis!” and the latter’s reply, “Huh?” They went on to Vienna. It is a poor city now, and hardly repays the advertising, but there is still magic in the name, and it counts with the newspapers. So here was another premiere, less noisy but more genial. Vee and her lover were a little bored now; she had had the last great “kick” that she could get out of life. When a star’ has had her continental tour, and has got tired of it, she is an old- timer, blasée and world-weary, and life from then on is merely one thing after another. The person with gift of perennial childhood was Dad. He enjoyed each premiere as if he’d never seen the others, and he would have liked to go on to Bucharest, where her majesty the queen—herself a genius at advertising—was to attend the , first showing, in honor of Prince Marescu. But another attraction kept Dad in Vienna—the spooks had followed him! His friend, Mrs. Olivier had given him a letter to a medium, and they went to a seance, and Vee was told about ‘the patent medicine vendor who had raised her in a wagon—the very phrases this man had used to the crowd. By golly, if it was a trick, it was certainly a clever one! 4 Ir There was only one cloud on this second honeymoon, and Bunny kept it hidden in his own soul. There were “youth” papers in both Ber- lin and Vienna, and he considered himself bound to call at their of- fices and invite the rebel editors to lunch, and send home letters for profitable business and] Rachel to publish, In Vienna was a paper in the English language de- Upton Sinclair voted to the defense of political prisoners; it was a Communist pa- per, but so well camouflaged that Bunny didn’t realize the fact, and anyhow, he would have wished to meet the editors. He was still mak- ing his. pitiful attempt to under- stand both sides—even here in Cen- tral Europe, where the Socialists and the Communists had many times beech at open war. In this obscure office in a work- ing class part of the city Bunny came upon a ghastly experience. There was exhibited to him a crea- ture that had once been a young man, but now was little more than a skeleton covered with a skin of greenish-yellow. It had only one eye and one ear, and it could not speak because its tongue had been pulled out or cut off, and most of its front teeth had been extracted, and its cheeks were pitted with holes made by cigarettes burned into it. Likewise all the creatures’ finger-nails had been torn out, and its hands burned with holes; the men in the office bared its shirt, and showed Bunny how the flesh had been ripped and torn by lashes this way and that, like .cross-hatch- ings in a pen and ink drawing. This was a prisoner escaped from a Roumanian dungeon, and these sears represented the penalty of re- fusal to betray his comrades to the White Terror. Here in this office were photographs and letters and affidavits—for this kind of thing was being done to thousands of men and women in Roumania. The gov- ernment was in the hands of a band of ruling class thugs, who were stealing everything in sight, selling the natural resources of the coun- try; one of the biggest of Rou- manian oil fields had jus teu leased to an American sj possibly Comrade Ross had heard of that? And Comrade Ross said that he had. He didn’t add that his father was in on the deal! This victim of the White Terror was from Bessarabia, a province taken from Russia under the bless- ed. principle of self-determination. It was inhabited by Russian peas- ants, and the natural struggles of these people for freedom were met by slaughtering or torturing to death not merely everyone who re- volied, but everyone who expressed sympathy with the revolt. Nor was this a sporadic thing, it was the condition prevailing all along the Russian border, a thousand miles from the Baltic to the Black Sea. All these provinces and countries, inhabited by Russian peasants, had been taken from the reds and given to the whites. And so you had this situation—on the eastern side of the line the peasants had the land and the government, they were free men and women, making a civiliza- tion of workers; while on the other side they were serfs at the mercy of landlords, robbed of the fruits of their toil, and beaten or shot if they ventured a murmur. It was impossible to prevent peasants from one side crossing to the other; and the contrast between the two civil- izations was so plain that no child could fail to understand it. So the class struggle went on all the time, a hideous civil war, of which no word was allowed to leak to the outside world. Left to themselves, this landlord aristocracy could not survive a year. But they had world capital behind them; they got the muni- tions with which to do the slaugh- tering, or the money to make the munitions, from American big busi- ness. Yes, it was America which kept alive this White Terror, in or- der to collect interest on the debts, and to come in and buy up the country—the railroads, the mines, the oil fields, even the great castles and landed estates. Would not Comrade Ross tell the American people what bloody work their money was doing? Bunny wént away with the ques- tion on his conscience. Would he tell, or wouldn’t he? Would he be~ gin by telling his darling of the world? Would he mention that the young Prince Marescu, whom she .80 greatly admired, was the son of one of the bloodiest of these ruling class thugs? a oe time Bunny was dri is darling through winding amid the glorious snow-covered mountains of Switzerland, he was not happy as it was his duty to be. He would have long periods of © brooding, and she would ask, what was the matter, and he would evade. But then she would pin him down—being shrewd, like most women where love is concerned. “Ts it hose reds you've been visit~ ing?” He said, “Yes, dear, but let’s not talk about it—it isn’t going to make any difference to us.” She answered, ominously, “It is going to make all the difference in the world to us!” (To Be Continued.) }