The Daily Worker Newspaper, May 28, 1929, Page 6

Page Six YAILY WORKER, NEW YORK, TUESDAY, MAY 28, rvz9 Published by Sunday, a Telephone S $8.00 a year $6.00 a year Address and mail all checks to the Da New York, N. admission, have been asked by ex who found the socialist platform acceptable. to g' } place on the proposed socialist-liberal-labor municipal c paign flivver. The socialists claim, speaking for the “libe and the “labor” elements of the combination, that Hylan was given a polite rap on the knuckles, that he was “defi- nitely repelled” by the “Goo-Goo” leaders, who claim they could find nothing satisfactory in his record as Tammany mayor. ‘ ve } Yet there is nothing in the socialist program that Hyla Walker, LaGuardia, or any other capitalist politician cc not accept as a platform on which to ride into the city } The socialists aim at building a third bourgeois party, separate from the republican and democratic parties, demanding city ownership and operation of public service enterprises; and third, “that the candidates must have a reputation for public service which would assure the people that they would give the city a cleaner administration than New York has under Tammany rule, or Philadelphia or Chicago has under repuh- lican rule.” All of which presented under the seal of the socialist party headquarters, 7 East Fifteenth Street, and counter- signed by Marx Lewis, executive secretary, and only serves to recall the odious memories of the William Randolph Hearst’s “Independence League” of 1909, organized after the yellow newspaper publisher in his palmiest political election- eering days had been defeated for mayor in 1905, as a demo- cratic candidate running on a municipal ownership ticket. Bui it is not necessary to go back more than a score of years to find the duplicate of the regime that socialists are now promising New York labor. and to place upon it the Hearst label to which it is entitled. At about the same time that the ballot boxes were being thrown into the East River and Hearst declared defeated in 1909, a socialist administration was being ushered into power in Milwaukee, Wisconsin (1910), and the socialists have remained more or less in power there ever since, nearly 20 years. And there they stand! The goo-goo socialist administrators of Milwaukee, and also Milwaukee county, and Victor Berger’s legislators at the state capitol, although he has lost his own job as con- gressman in Washington. Even the municipal ownership of the socialists is a dead letter. Labor is unorganized as in few other American cities. The big capitalist interests are satisfied with their socialist politicans, who do not interfere with their business for their profits. It is clearly seen that among the three points raised by the socialists in New York as the basis for the so-called “socialist-liberal-labor” unity, no mention is made of the bit- ter struggle raging between the workers and the exploiters, between the capitalist class and the working class. This is in harmony with the socialist party’s program, that re- jects the class struggle, but, at the same time, actually joins with the capitalists in the struggle against the workers. They are head-over-heals in the class struggle, but on the side of the exploiters. The Communist Party alone raises the standards of the workers in the New York municipal campaign, for a work- ing class program on the questions of transit, housing, schools, police brutality, recreation and other problems. The working class approach to all of these problems is made on the perfect understanding that they cannot be solved under capitalist rule. Thus the municipal campaign becomes a mobilization for the greater struggle to win all power from the capitalist power that now rules against the workers, for the destruction of that power and the triumph of the rule of the working class. The Red Cross and the Gastonia Strikes. * Baa Red Cross again displayed its class character when one of its officious agents at Portsmouth, Virginia, tried to turn over a Gastonia, North Carolina, striker to the police of that city. The striker, Mrs. Inez Rowland, came to Ports- mouth to address a picnic held to raise strike relief, and then planned to.come on to New York City. The Red Cross agent advanced the peculiar theory that Mrs. Rowland “had no right” to come to Portsmouth, that she “had no right” to go to New York City, and faced her with the alternative of either going back to Gastonia or to jail. To be sure, workers are not supposed to have any rights at all in this “land of the free’’, except the right to toil the Jong workday at meager wages, under the worst conditions. They get some “rights” when they insist on them and fight for them. Mrs. Rowlartd had the pluck not only to insist on her right to speak in Portsmouth, but also to go on to New York City, and she did. The Red Cross is supposed to be a relief organization. Strikes raise the most insistent necessity for relief for the workers. Yet the Red Cross has never been known to enter into a strike situation, furnishing relief for workers. In times of great catastrophes, as in storm and flood, it gets busy, but always on the side of the more fortunate sections of the popu- lation, that needs relief the least. Thus during the Missis- sippi floods and the Florida storms, the worst sufferers, the Negro section of the population, were completely neglected. om is more testimony to the class character of the ‘Red TOSS. It is very necessary, therefore, that labor develops its own relief organizations, subject to the call of the working class. Such an organization is the Workers’ International Relief, staunch ally of the National Textile Workers’ Union in the Carolina strike situation, and that inevitably becomes the relief center for all the left wing industrial unions in the growing struggles that confront them. The Red Cross cer- tainly does not welcome this class foe in the arena of relief. Its Portsmouth, Virginia, spokesman felt the instinctive re- sistance that the Red Cross, nationally and internationally, will seek to develop against the W. I. R. But it exactly for this reason that the W. I. R. must receive the whole-hearted Jupport of the entire working class, A DYING MARE FOR A COLLAPSING CARRIAGE A.F.L. Slanders Gastonia Strike By KARL REEVE. | Upon my return to New York to- day from the North Carolina strike area, my attention was called to a statement in the Ma ue of the| Answer Attack on Gastonia Strikers Made in “New Leader” by Rose Schneiderman New Leader by Miss Rose Schneider- -man, _natio’ president of the oe Trade Union League, National Textile Workers Union,|them fat, gaudily dressed women : ppropriately, is headed A eecas Loray mill local. The other mem-| who contrasted markedly with the s, Lies, Li and which is aniters of the delegation were Robert| real working women present in our attempt to explain away the fact! Titolff, 31 years a textile worker,| delegation, joined hands and began that this A. F, of L. body refused to jis highest wage during that period| to sing—not Solidarity or a union hear a delegation of Gastonia | being $13.10; Myrtle Stroud, Mrs.| song, but Old Lange Syne. I de- strikers at their recent convention in| Maude Robinson, evicted from her jclared in the midst of this din, that Washington, home, Mrs, Bertha Crawford, mem-| we had some working women present Miss Schneiderman, in her attempt | ber of the strike committee; Mrs.| from Gastonia, strikers, and they to discredit the Gastonia strikers,| Anna May, mother of five children,| wanted to speak. Miss Schneider- |makes identically the same charges | a widow, earning about ten dollars alman and her eronies howled and as are made almost daily by the mill week; Lewis McLaughlin and Red| gaveled me down. owners of North Carolina. She de-| Hendricks, both members of the} But this was by no -aeans the end. clares that she told me, as the repre- strike committee. In addition there! The delegates, with Miss Schneider- ntative of the National Textile/were the two drivers who had|man and her well fed henchwomen, Workers Union, that “the conven- brought us, Cecil Johnson and J.| then made a cavalry charge on the tion is practically adjourned, but as | Smith, both members of our union | strikers, First they tried t> wheedle soon as the motion is voted on I will| and both of whom had quit the mill! them and tried to destroy their ask those present to remain, and rather than accept the speed OD | morals by telling them the same then he could talk to them to his system. No others were present. in|thing the textile barons have been hearts content.” Had this conversa- the visit of the delegation to Wash- | saying, that their leaders, the “Reds” tion actually taken place, it would ington excepting myself. are responsible for dete condition. have been very “kind hearted” of We entered the hall, at a fashion- |The strikers answered militantly and Miss Schneiderman to permit the able hotel, with our banner, and upon|aggressively that for many years Gastonia strikers to address the | our entrance were tremendously ap-|their conditions have been bad, and delegates, after she had adjourned plauded, the delegates finding seats |that the N. T. W. U. is the only the convention. Workers must be for the strikers. I went to the gecre-| union that has tried to better their “gratified” for even the smallest of| tary and asked permission for the|conditions. The reporters present favors from the A. F. of L. But as striking women present to speak, I/were writing busily, and tears of a matter of fact, no nh conversa-| described the women in the delega-|chagrin and rage welled up in the tion took place as Mi: hneiderman | tion, told that they had been evicted, | eyes of Miss Schneiderman and her claims, She refused us the floor. and’ of their bad conditions. I was fellow fakers. They became vituper- Miss Schn-iderman charges that given an evasive reply. I was told | ative against the strikers, called the children present in the delega-| to wait and see. Nothing was said | them liars and worse. I heard one tion were Washington school chil- about adjourning. However, it was}woman, who must have weighed dren. This damnable shows to noticeable that the chairman im-| nearly two hundred pounds, tell one what methods Miss Schneiderman mediately began rushing the meet-| of our emaciated strikers, “I’ll slap and her outfit must stoop in their ing to a close. A regolution in de-| your face.” Then the Schneiderman effort to excuse themselves for re- fense of Mooney was defeated on| outfit tried to inviegle us out of the | fusing the floor to southern textile the ground that “we have not yet hall. They told us that a message workers, women and children. There enough information in rc ;ard to this| had just come th:’ La Follette was were two children in the delegation, case.” Then, without giving me an| waiting for us at his office. The Henry Totherow, aged 17, who looks answer to my request for the floor | strikers, used to mountaineer war- 15, and Binnie Green, aed fourteen,| Miss Schneiderman adjourned the|fcre, saw through this maneuvering who because of ‘her work in the mill, convention. She refused me the|and told the Schneiderman outfit jalso is very undeveloped physically. | floor, and I spoke a few words any-| that they would leave when they got These were the children in our dele- how. While I was trying to speak|ready. The A F. of L. women then gation. They were, and still are she continuously pounded the gavel,|began to extol the virtues of the Gastonia strikers, members of the|and the delegates present, most of | United Textile Workers Union. The We GENERAL CONTRACTS. | By general contracts is understood \the agreements concluded between the differen syndicates or the syn- \dicates and the cooperatives, | | | Our readers will find that incidents ‘of the present economic year illus-| trate better than anything else the! - 3 economic system of the U. S..S. R.| Supreme Council of National Economy. It will also be very interesting to see the “conflicts” which rage dur- jing the course of the conclusion of | |these contracts as well as of their | clauses, (Previous articles have shown how the present day form of Soviet economy developed from the years of the revolution to the develop- ment of the productive forces of the Proletarian State, directed by the workers and peasants themselves. They have explained how the state directs the whole economic life and pointed out the highly important role of the cooperatives in the construction of socialism. This is the concluding article of the series.) These few examples indicate well enough the importance of the com- mercial operations of the syndicates. Here are a few others: All the production of the metal syndicate, destined for’sale, has al- ready been bought by the Centroyso- yous, while lac: year the contracts amounted only to 79 per cent; for textiles (tissue) 100 per cent as against 72 per cent; for the silicate trust 86 per cent as opposed to 50 per cent for the salt syndicate 84 per cent; for the salt syndicate 84 Textile syndicate (one section) and the Centrosoyous: The general con- tract is now under discussion. The Centroysoyous demands 85 per cent | is p jof the total production of the syndi- | The chemical syndicate and the cate which consists of seven. dif- Centrosoyous: The Centroyoyous ferent trugts, as opposed to 72 per made an “order” of 23,000,000 rubles | cent last year. The syrdicate would (about $11,500,000) from chemical only agree to deliver 65 per cent, syndicate. The chemical syndicate having the intention of realizing 35 ‘accepted this order in general, but! per cent through the medium of its modified the various classes of ob-| own stores and of the “Torg.” jects to’ - sold, | : At the same time the chemical] | syndicate fentengey payment fitty Left Wing Socialists \days after i hile the Cen-| » *. “trosoyous held out for a 72-day, in Antwerp Ally with Communists in Polls credit. On the other hard the chemi- | cal syndicate wanted a tri-monthly advance payment repres~ting 25 per | BRUSSELS, May 27.—The left . , — pie the merchandise for that) ving socialist aay of Antwerp r “ have made a coalition with the Bel- | The “conflict” was carried before gian Communist Party “2x the par- the arbitration committee of the | liamentary elections under the fol- lowing slogans: Class against class! Down with the social democratic il- lusions! Down with the League of Nations swindle! Down with imperi- alist secret diplomacy! For the de- fense of the Soviet Union! For a radical pz>gram of political, cul- tural and econo: demands on be- half of the worygrs! For the prole- 12 ey a mk How Soviet Economy Functions By Fred Ellis | |! strikers then became enraged. They demanded back the $15,000 that this A. F. of L. union stole from them some years ago, and told 07 the de- sertion of them by MacMahon and his fellow fakers, By this time Miss Schneiderman had had enough, and the women dele-. gates began calling “Leave now, clear the floor for the dance.” All} jof the reporters heard us ordered out of the hall to make room for a dance and these remarks were reported by UP, AP, INS, and other news ser- | vices as well ag the local papers, not as coming from me, but as remarks | heard by the reporters themselves, | with the possible exc.ption of the | AP, whose reporter was not present. | Miss Schneiderman’s claim that we | collected “quite a sum of money,” is | janother lie. Six dollars in all was thrust into the, hands of Binnie Green, Mrs, Crawford and Mrs. Robinson by a few young delegates present who were outraged at the |treatment we had received and who| ‘came to me and told me they con- |sidered Miss Schneiderman’s actions a disgrace. | It is significant that a delegation of real working women, fresh from {the battle area, representing in its | ‘most acute form the oppression of women and children, representing |low wages, long hours, child labor, jsickness, disease, and also a mili- | tant struggle against these evils, |were denied the floor, and driven from the hall, heaped with insults, curged at and villified, while well fed and well paid fakers of all types | were honored by this “labor” conven- |tion. The actions of Miss Schneider- | man and her cohorts prove con- |clusively the statements to them of | the Gastonia strikers, that “there is | | not aereal working woman in the | crowd.” Especially is this proven | by the lies and slanderg now being |spread by Miss Schneiderman, who | |realizes only too well that her ac- | tions exposed her as a “tool of the bosses”—exactly what the Gastonia delegation told Miss Schneiderman to her face, ! Thus, the anarchy of production is |eliminated from Soviet industry | which works according to a deter- mined plan, (NOTE:—In the above study it has been impossible, due to lack of space, to explain the economic organization in relation to the different republics in the U.S.S.R.) END. ae Cappellini, Mine Misleader, Runs for Congress in Pa. WILKES-BARE, Pa. May 27.— Rinaldo Cappellini, former president of District 1 of the United Mine Workers Union, with a record of betrayal of the miners, announced after a conference with political leaders that he would put himself forth as a candidate to succeed the late Congressman Casey, also a no- torious labor misleader. Canpellini is at present fighting the Boylan machine, which also has betrayed the miners, for the leadership of District 1 of the U. M. W. A. He has announced that he has been as- sured the nomination both by the democratic and republican _politi- @ “labor” ticket, ~* i cians, and that he also might Tun mingled with disgust. Then he said in low tones, croaking hoarsely: es - i CEMENT csoxov Translated by A. S. Arthur and C, Ashleigh All Rights Reserved—International Publishers, N. Y. INGINEER KLEIST was silent as though he had not heard Jacob's last words, Calmly and with a pre-occupied carelessness he lit his cigarette. “You remember, Jacob, don’t you? There were four of them. It was painful and cruel. You remember the night they were shot... « I know well that they were killed.” “ “They were beaten and tortured to death, Herman Hermanovitch.” “Yes, Jacob, that was a frightful deed, that one can never forget. But one thing must be considered here: I acted with due reflection, under no outside influence, Fear? Dread? Vengeance? No, it was not that. There is only one compulsion and that is time—the power of events. And with the same amount of consideration I did everything possible to save the life of this workman’s wife.” He could not check the palsied s| g of his head. hold his cigarette steadily between his fingers. “Stay with me a little, Jacob. . . . I don’t feel very well.” “You should go home, Herman Hermanovitch. You need rest.” “Where, home? Abroad? Don’t you think, my brave fellow, that we are now both of us passing our last few hours here?” “How can you believe that, Herman Hermanovitch? Our work- men are rowdy bawlers, it is true; but they are peaceful and incapable of murder. Be calm, Herman Hermanovitch.” But Jacob also was trembling convulsively. And hardly had he uttered these words when Engineer Kleist threw himself back in his chair and his face became ashen. “Do you remember me, Jacob? I delivered this man over to his death, but his death has rebounded on to me. Accompany me, Jacob.” He rose, and stooping, with horror in his eyes, p d by Jacob. With senile, twitching gestures, Jacob took the engineer’s hat and stick and with short, hurried steps followed him into the darkness of the corridor, He could not 3. RETRIBUTION. 'NGINEER KLEIST ascended the slope of the mountain, passing along a path littered with boulders and strewn with refuse, through wild brush and thickets of evergreen, thorn and juniper. The shadows of the night seemed to flow upon the slope from the hollows below. They were thicker still down below on the high road and among the concrete buildings of the factory. The gardens and walls barred the way to the shadows and they thickened into a heavy black fog. The purple clouds of the ash-trees and witch-elms, still leafless and partly transparent, showed, faintly, and the poplars swayed high their branched heads like enormous smoky torches. At the foot of the mountain, the hard masses of the factory, Be- yond, above its roofs and towers, the sea appeared like lystreless erystal. Above, the opal sky was gemmed with stars. One could no longer distinguish the town on the other side of the bay but points of light, large and small, twinkled in the black shadows of the mountain. Everything seemed far off and strange. For Engineer Kleist, only the iron concrete giants which he had built were near to him and intimate. The only things in the world at that moment were the wrought power of these immense buildings and he, their creator, Engineer Kleist. At this terrible hour when the extinguished factory slumbered, menacingly silent among the shadows of its yawning courts, a tomb of rusting ma- chinery, Engineer Kleist was gliding like a wandering shadow along the railway lines and flights of steps, by the walls and towers, and his silence was one with the silence of the factory. This evening for the first time he saw in the yawning breaches of the factory walls the grandiose death of the past. His graphic for- mula was proving true: the wheel of events was running inexorably along the appointed track. The strange encounter with Gleb Chumalov signified to Engineer Kleist that this track had come to an end and that his life had ap- proached its limit. The factory should have been blown up when it was pi ble and he should have perished with it. This would have been an excellent counter-blow according to the law of compensation. * * * iE one were to meet him now on his way he was quite ready. What would have to be done was really quite the simplest thing: just to take him and shoot him through the head. The preparatory stages had already been accomplished. He only wished to spend a few more moments among these buildings where his life had crystallized into powerful and austere edifices. Out of what world was the new culture which this* workman Gleb Chumalov brought with him? He, resurrected from blood, was fear- less and unconquerable and strength lay in his dread eyes. And when Gleb had smiled today at their meeting, there was an unplumbed pro- fundity in that smile—a knowledge which Kleist could not seize. And his strange helmet was part of this indefinable significance and the face and the helmet were one. An obstinate sinister face—an obstinate sinister helmet. This helmet stressed the menacing present. Beyond the helmet and face of Gleb Chumalov there was nothing at all. No way out. Engineer Kleist was ready. It was better to be murdered here among these buildings than at home. These giants and he were inseparable; to kill him meant to destroy within him the shrine of his spirit. Beyond the far hills and the town the sky was slowly dying out like cooling iron; and the battlements of the mountains were like the black turrets of a gigantic factory. There was a distinct harmonious still- ness. Somewhere not far off a block of metal whistled and screeched under tired hands. A frightened cuckoo cried in the distance and some- where in the same direction was the shivering and clattering of falling iron, * * * 'LEB stood on the top of the tower, which was woven like a cobweb of steel girders. Once the coal had been loaded here into trucks, destined for the power house. The trucks were conveyed by the lift down into the black abyss of the shaft and were drawn along by cables on rails which ran through tunnels to the power house. Now the stage was empty and behind the parapet gaped a black and dark gulf, He was clasping the iron rods of the railing till his fingers hurt. He regarded the iron and concrete blocks of buildings, the high chim- neys soaring to the stars, the twangling tense cables with their motion- less trucks. He clenched his jaws, grinding his teeth. The factory roared like the fires of hell. The earth shook with the fury of machines; the air was flecked with flashes from the flaming windows, from the dazzle of the blast furnaces, from the bursting of countless purple moon-like bubbles, and dynamite explosions in the heart of the mountain. There, in the bay, great ocean steamers were moored alongside the quays, their insatiable bellies swallowing mil- lions of tons of fresh cement. From the factory to the docks and from the docks to the factory the trucks were gliding like flying tortoises, whistling and moaning. Thousands of workers like legions of demons, red with the glare of the fire, were demolishing the mountain, reducing it to rubble and to dust; the days were lit by sulphur smoke and whirl- ing dust and the nights by flaming windows and roaring fires. ‘HIS was in the past. Now there was stillness—a giant tomb. Th ropeway, the steel rails and the roads to the factory were over-; grown with grass. The metal was scabbed with rust and the iron and, conerete walls of the buildings showed gaps and the erosions caused by mountain torrents, Engineer Kleist walked on, stopping frequently to contemplate the | high rectangular building, the mausoleums of a past epoch. He gazed | thoughtfully. He walked on, then stopped again, pensively contem- - plating. a Gleb bent over the railing and attentively viewed the vague shadow of the engineer, Here was a man whom he could strangle with his hands at any moment with the greatest delight, and that hour would be a happy one in his life. In a spirit of revenge, this man had once turned him ove to a gang of officers for torture and death. Gleb would never be able to forget that day. ; The factory workers ha. been lined up on the main road in front | of the office building. There were not many of them left; many were — in hiding and many had gone off with the Red Army. He and three of his comrades had had no chance to run away, having remained right | through the street fighting. One of the officers, carrying a whip, was reading out names from a paper. As cach man stepped from the ranks he struck him with his whip and handed him over to the other officers. And they in their turn beat him with their whips and with the butts of their revolvers. Vaguely, with the surface of his consciousness, Gleb | could hear the anguished screams of the workmen. He could not dis-) tinguish for a moment whether they were cries of protest or whether | the officers were beating them. Then he saw for a moment, through’ tears of blood, that they were flying in all directions and that the! officers were running after them with whips and revolvers, And when the four of them, with their bloodied faces, were dragged into the! office of Engineer Kleist, the latter looked at them for a long time, pale, his jaw working, The officers were talking to him in short crisp sentences in military fashion, and he kept silent, concealing his agita- tion. He looked at Gleb fixedly and in his eyes Gleb saw compassion BE CONTINUE!