The Daily Worker Newspaper, April 4, 1931, Page 4

2 reur This is the second in Vailor’s story of the Di Captain on Board the “Hell Si In pre- religious | ceding issue, Captain Joci miser, mas and slave the “Margaret,” shanghaie various other way: crew, and set sail fi The brutal torture the crew continues to be disclosed —ED. of | ‘iver By JOHN PETERSON were starved, exhi ting weak. The long and boi usted exc A “wheel” was | elieving his eater | ous passage, hard work and poor food | sper —had told its tale. Not that the ship had run short of provisions; there was plenty food in the cabin—but not for the sailors, They had to buy food by paying out of the! ings. Captain Jock would sell anything from a needle to ar —providing he got his price, was downright exhorbitant. o buy Saturday night we went meagre earn- | s ", he went sold him a when t sw e man open How we | afew slops (rags) which were of | came forward bought the “dogs’ woll and oak The captain} very sa he had so would temptingly smach his thick | missed! ce he lips and exclaim, pionting toward the | had paid for cabin table upon which food was cunningly displayed: “How about it? Would you like to buy some?” What a-smile lit up the old miser's face when sitting before his large sales book, be marked down the prices! | And what prices! One day when the ship rolled heavily, a sailor was going aloft, car- trying a big block. Now the block was very heavy and the man was very weak. Slowly, pace by pace, the sailor struggled going aloft. Now he} would hang like a monkey, then he would cling like a cat. Slot ly he advanced. He was about to reach the top. Suddenly he slipped. The rat- line upon which he stood gave way— broke. The sailor threw up his hands -he curved back and was about to fall... We turned away our heads; our hearts stopped; our stomachs felt light. There was a splash, something Age been and old tha envious t ready to bugs of the He jeered at hi down. And just was not a sail The worm tu dier stood his be bullied any lo: because the soldier | went blue in his f aged to blurt out dier,” he got of below. Whilst a threat, wh: fell overboard. We looked aloft. About thirty feet below his drop, | the sailor was clinging to a stay| We ed, waited, watched which had saved his fall. Tne man | #?xiously. | had saved himself! Meantime he had| The soldier, grey-haired and seri- Jost, the block which fell overboard. | 0US looking, soon got all the wo The captain seeing what happened, called the sailor to come aft and give him an account. The sailor came, badly frightened and treml- ing, having just escaped from certain Geath. He pleaded. ... But Captain Jock, without saying a word grabbed | @ belaying pin and with it struck the Sailor a terrible blow across the mouth. The man dropped in a help- Jess heap. Blood flowed from his mouth and nose. Several front teeth which were gold capped, lay on deck and glittered in the sunlight. The holy man saw the gold. A glint of greed came to his eyes; his mouth opened; he gasped; his hand extend- ed and trembled; fingers became stiff | —slawlike. Giving the prostrate form =. violent kick, he yelled for the man to get off and be gone. The | sailor rose slowly, painfully; stag- gering about and blindly groping his way, dragged himself off the poop and crawled away forward. The sailor gone—quickly the captain bent down and picked up the sailor's | teeth which, though bloody—were of | 14 karat gold, precious gold! | Throwing a glance around him to| make sure that nobody had seen ,he | quickly ran down the companion way | end disappeared in the cabin. Under | his desk he hid the bloody plunder! | . *. . | Sometime later when a hard gale was blowing and big seas roared and | drove on as if madly chasing each | other, and the watch was at the braces working desperately to save the ship and themselves—suddenly a big sea that roared and foamed at {ts mouth struck the ship, crashed | aboard, engulfed the men, swept them off their feet, battered, and flung | and washed them about like bits of drift wood. Two sailors went to Davy Jones. . . Every bone in their bodies smashed, flesh battered to pulp—like rags, they ‘were washed away. Cut, bruised, half- @owned and dizzy, we managed to @ave ourselves and scramble to our feet. Soon we found that another man ‘Was gone! - Jammed under-and laying behind ® spar, the third “man was found badly battered and more dead than alive. “He. was extricated with difficulty ‘and taken to his bunk faintly groan- 4ng. The man grew worse. Life was ebbing. Captain Jock soon made his ap- | pearance. Clutching his old, tattered bible like a precious treasure, he man- | aged to get by the side of the dying) man. All wet, soaked, covered with blood; both legs broken, caved-in chest, punctured lungs, and fractured skull—the sailor did not have many more minutes to live. Without a moment's loss the holy man opened his bible and hurriedly began reading @ chapter in a voice that took on an excited pitch. Suddenly the sailor came to life, | he groaned, moved. He put up his head, eyes opened; his blood and froth-streaked lips moved: “You... You dirty b——,” he man- aged to hiss out as blood-gurgled in his throat “You ... who knocked out teeth ... you overload ‘we-e-e .. . drrrooown. . . Z ‘His hand shot out, the dying sailor made a grab at’ the captain. The ship lurched. The last, the desperate. the last, dying attempt to even the score went amiss. Too late, The! amy ship... so that wa jest and most dangerous. | On a dark and stormy night when the ship was laboring heavily and | big seas swept the decks continually, the car n sent the ier to do a job which was dangerous and for which the soldier had no experience, | for he was no sailor. As the man disapy black night preca the life stretched | along the deck a: seas were crashing aboard roaring and. thun- ared into the | anging onto | and he grinned, | Holy | | | with coal dust. and to a y ehir for that is merely > ance | Loon the rate valleys are ed tc stich ¢xtent that the air By BENICE MICHAELSON, ues stif and a swelteri' HALF hour every two weeks. es rises, streams through th2 ¥ That's how often you're allowed ountain pass comes oft towari| to see a comrade who's in jail for the coast and hows out into the ba months for selling the Daily kustling town ot 40.uv0 | Worker. entrolled by inter He's Clarence Turner, a young ts of Lockett Bros. is very much mployed seaman who, through e with shipping which consists of e 120 deep water sailing ships ding nitrate for London or Dun- querque or Hamburg. Poor ‘ope. lready in 1909 she is feverishly pre- paring for the great slaughter which drowned her working class in tears ali rattli: ¢ donk by a heavy pu ffi ergine. the off‘cers vatching, yauling and c men whose sweaty faces are covered They can harldy see tor the clouds of dust angrily roiling along the hold. The dust rises, swells and fills the hold and envelopes everything in a dark brown fog in which the mer move like shadows and move fase And yet the hot r of sun stab down the hatch and into are the} | the law. dust at the time when the soldier | darkness, and like a cruel whip, lash | The Holy Bedbug Himself —By Sievan. was forward and in the most das‘cer- ous place, the Holy Man ordered the helmsman to “luff,” thus bringing the ship into the gale. As the helmsman did not obey that murderous order so the captain gave a roar, he ran} up, grabbed the wheel and “luffed.” ‘The ship ran into the gale; she buried her nose into the sea; she trembled; decks shivered underfoot; bulwarks shuddered; rigging shook; the sails howled; she sobbed and groaned. She rolled; she lurched drunkenly into a gloomy trough; a watery grave yawned .. . it closed and swallowed—and the poor soldier was never seen again! Captain Jock, having heard that the soldier was lost, sent a general | call for all. hands to come aft. And | there, while in an excited and plain- | tive voice bemoaning the loss of the “good, old soldier man,” for the re- pose of whose soul he also asked us| to kneel down and pray, he at the same time made a charge of murder against the helmsman and had him promptly put in irons and chained to a stanchion. The police patrol boat came out on our arrival. The gorrilas pounced upon. the. unfortunate helmsman, who handcuffed and chained like a desperado, was thrown into the boat as a log. Ashore into a dungeon he was cast. The keeper locked the door and pitched the key into the ocean. high, hae: Tropics. Not a breath of wind in} the air! Not a cloud in the sky! The sun shines . . . in ell its horrid glory! Like an acetylene torch burning steel, sunrays stream down and into the deep valleys of dazzling white sand. Mountains that are high, craggy and hideously bare, contain- ing very rich deposits of nitrate, shoot toward.the sky. The air clitters. Valle; formed into or Lots a tho the sailors’ backs red and raw! Hurry up, you h——! Coal musi come out, nitrate must be loaded explosives must be manufactured sc men can go t war, be killed, ‘stink tne woud safe fo. plutocracy! Captain Jock is very nerpy, he just closed a good business. The old Margaret, his ship, one cf the that are anchored in ‘the bay, will load 4,000 tons of nitrate which is going to Europe and on being deliv- ered within specified time entitles him to a special bonus—a handsome sum of money in gold sovereigns. Sweltering day. . . But—under a and rot on the Lattlefields—to make | | bor the Unem yed Council, had joined, the N. Y. Red Builders’ Club. Then, together with Lorenzo Stokes, a Ne- gro member who had drawn him in, they were arrested in a Bronx sub- way train, charged with disorderly conduct for going through the train with a bundle of Daily Workers un- | and blood. ; s eee. The rays are scorching, | 4eP lls arm, and railroaded for six Down the ho'd sailors, stripped to the, ™OMtRS. bend fast. shoveling coal into . In the little, overheated waiting ts that are whipped into the air Beake ts thes Bre Ween room at the ferry opposite Harts Island come snatches of talk from the day “See them marching together on the other side? That keeps them {rem being lonesome.” A brave at- tempt to be cheerful. Sad-eyed, baffled mothers come to see their sons caught in the trap of bess justice for petty violations of “Every time I come here, rt cracks. The probation of- ficer said that maybe... .” An old Jewish mother turns to her neigh- eking solace, “D'ye mean I can’t see him?” A ycung Irish girl, who had allowed ors. | ber pass to expire, confronts with despair the policeman visitors. Fathers there were, old and silent, with a look of defeat. Ae aaa 3 N Hart's Island the wind lashes from all sides, sharp and cutting. The visitors are led into one of the listing the buildings—a clean, pleasant room— one that hides the vileness and bru- tality further back. At a signal, they rush into the “reception room,” which is suddenly filled with loud, unbroken buzzing. Before a double- meshed screen sit the fathers, sis- ters, sweethearts, motheres and friends, leaning over close to the screen, peering through to see the blurred faces of the jailed. Their voices are high and hurried; no time to be lost during the precious half-hour. “How is Stokes?” was Turner's first question. Stokes, who had been arrested with him, is on Welfare Island. Recently he had to be taken to the hospital, ill. Turner, only 19 years old, is young and strong, ready to take his place beside his working- class brothers in the class struggle -His low voice, with its English ac- cent, is full of animation as he asks about the Red Builders, about the movement, the Hunger March. “Say —that’s a good idea, printing the pic- tures of the Red Builders in the peper.” “Yes,” he said later on, “I get the Daily Worker every day. Sure helps out around here. A few of the fel- lows read it every night. And the keepers—they're interested in the Mooney articles, but they don’t let on, of course.” Turner shovels coal a whole day long. Outdoor work—yes—but with the cutting wind whipping at your face and hands. And what food do you get for this strenuous labor? “They give us 18-karat soup—car- rots about the size of a pea,” he said a little grimly. “Once a week, on Sunday, they serve something extra. No greens.” Reonntag A Red Builder : [tou |} = —By Quirt. Just then the dormitory door opened, as one of the prisoners walked out with mop and broom. In that instant, one saw rows of cots with blankets neatly folded back. Sheets, too, for the visitors to be- hold. I express surprise, You'll find no mattresses there or anywhere else on the island for the prisoners, Tur- ner told me. (Mustn’t “pamper” the prisoners with too many comforts!) e .8) ve GONG rings. Time's up. We are hustled out of the room. In the hall a girl pleads with a tall, burly policeman. “He's not a strong boy. He can’t do that work—shoveling coal. Can't you...” “He's lucky he didn’t get si: months!” The reply is gruff, vin- dictive. “He’s gotta redeem himscif first, madam. That's what he dc- serves, trying to break down institu- tions... .” We march out of the hall. In a conspicuous spot on the wall is a glass-framed notice, part of the “services” rendered by the Depart- ment of Correction. “To the Public: You are entitled to COURTESY. ... If you do not receive courteous treatment it will be appreciated if same is reported to the undersigned.” NEXT WEEK “How the Daily Saved a Work- er’s Life,” “Workers’ Life in Dallas, Texas,” by Allen Johnson; “The Girl Who Surprised Hersel by Joseph Vogel; book reviews; the conclusion of the sea story, “The Holy Bed-Bug,” and some swell drawings, In An Amer By Sonia. I worked for a time in—Hospital, | Brocklyn, and saw at first hand, the unprincipled, unethical, completely corrupt way that a hospital, an in- stitution supposedly for healing and comfort, can be run. Although this hopsital purported to be part charity (city cases), I can assure you that a patient was ac- cepted as a city charge, only after | threats, insults, and humiliations had not availed in extracting the prov- erbial blood from the turnip. When a poor family could be intimidated into paying, they were heartlessly overcharged on everything, from X- | rays to medicine. The rates for the wards and rooms were not fixed, nor were the prices of treatments, medi- cines, etc. All these were subject to the mood and whim of the superin- tendent, an ignorant and depraved woman, who held regal sway, by vir- tue of an investment she had in the hospital. I have seen her myself make a charge of $2.50 for insulin in one double awning on the poop all is’ so} cool, so nice and so spotlessly clean. | Captain Jock is laying back in his} deck chair; “lolling about” and lies- urely sipping whiskey and soda. He case, and $6.00 in another. All prices were crazily marked. At one time $5.00 for an x-ray, at another time $15.00 (for the same kind of x-ray). are trans-' is thinking of the next voyage and of the profits that fill his already bulging pockets. He must get the bonus . . means .. « by all + he must make the pas- He will drive the old ship—he will @rive her—“rails under.” Oh, how she will roll and go with a fair breeze behind her! But—the sailors may growl, kick, try to mutiny .. . | Wait—I'll show the bastards. . . I'll |broach her to, let her ship a sea, batter them about, wash overboard and drown some of the mutinous tards a lesson. . .” He is drinking more whiskey and soda, On his white flannel trousers there rests the omnipresent bible, the same battle-scarred book, which his hands are now clasping so tenderly— as if it were some precious being. His mind is blank. But in his cars the jingle of gold is still playing a sweet |harmony. His face gets lighter, be- cs bricht, then shines and takes co a repturous smi workers to.l, produce wealth for capi- (To Be Continued Next Saturday) sage in ninety days . . . by all means. | scoundrels. That will teach the bas- | Charges were made for x-rays that were never taken, and treatments that were never administered. The nurses were hard-working and conscientious, but they received no cooperation from the administration, and in fact, were always at war with them, concerning lack of sanitation, | shortage of supplies, and implements, The other employees were pitifully underpaid and overworked. ‘To witness the greed, stupidity, and indifference of mest of the doctors connected with that institution was an eye-opener, even to a class-con- scious worker like myself. I do not here include the internes: they were for the most part a group of stupid and blundering young asses. They writhed under the tyranny of ‘the superintendent, and looked forward to the day when they ‘n turn could open offices, and adopt the bedside manner. The venality and cupidity of the majority of the “healers” there was eppalling. We who live for the day when a physician will exist to save, | ‘0 hol, end to lighten the burden of tho steicken, insieat of to mulet, tom ,aud preszer fem Uacir sores, ican Hospital cannot help being disgusted and out- raged by such conditions. The knowl- edge of their existence should serve to make every worker realize that only under a worker's government can such ugliness be wiped out, can the benefits of science be at last ap- plied to the toiling poor. An Italian peasant woman was brought in with a diagnosis of high- blood pressure. She was immediately helped to the most expensive room in the hospital, while a gleeful and hur- ried conference took place in the of- fice, over this new gold mine. (There rubbing of palms, at the apearance of each new patient.) I was in- structed to collect from her frantic and bewildered family $49. per week for the room, $50. per week for the doctor who had sent her there, and $35. per week for another doctor, just to keep him happy, I guess. It was cruel to see the helplessness and mis- ery of the old husband, the désperate young laborer-son, the worried’ daughter, pawning, begging and bor- rowing to meet this outrageous charge each week. They trusted in- finitely, with that blind faith of the ignorant and oppressed, to whom a doctor is a deity, who can do no wrong, who must be paid to use his magic, even unto the last breath. Doctors, used to send patients into the hospital (often without cause) and then come and confab with the superintendent, as to just how much the patient possessed, and how they could get it. I sat in on many of these conferences. Being employed in the office, I was supposed already to have grown that well-known cal- lous all hospital employees are sup- posed to grow. Children especially were at the mercy of these fiends. Their ail- ments were exaggerated as much as possible, to better extract dollars from the half-crazy parents. One mother was told that unless she paid her overdue bill, the child would be deliberately neglected. The mother could not pay, although she tried hard to pay some of it. Of course the child died. The wretched parent poured bitter abuse on the heads of those responsible, But she knew nothing of such things as “criminal neglect,” shz had no redress, Suc only knew that if she had had mon- ey, her baby would have lived. - I could go on for pages, relating the sordidness, the ugliness of such institutions. This is but a tiny frag- ment of it all. Comrades, compare this with the lot of the worker in the Soviet Union, where the best medical care and attention is given, where a hospital is not a unit of rob- bing experimenting on the poor. Work and fight for the day when a doctor will be a doctor because he wants it for his life work, because he loves it, because he is fitted for such work, and not, as under this capitalist system, because he can sell his scientific knowledge at extor- tionate prices, and make a good liy- ing from the world’s humps. Fellow Workers, get busy! Send in short stories, articles, and special features for the May Day issue of the Daily Worker. We want pictures, cartoons, and photos, too. Make this one of your May Day duties, and mail the minto the “Daily” immediately. Fight lynching. Fight deporta- ton of foreign born. Elect dele- gates to your city conference fo protection of foreign born. | American Seaman in A Soviet Hospital has come my way to be able to study conditions in a Socialist hos- pital and compare differences with that of a capitalist. Having been for the past month in the Red Army Military Academy Hospital, “Port of Leningrad.” Of course, comparisons do not suffice since the workers are enthusiastically engaged in the build- ing of Socialism here and have just successfully completed the second year of the Five-Year Plan. Where on the other hand the workers in capitalist countries are facing more poverty, wage cuts and speed-up and unemployment which actively con- tributes to the great mass of sick, mangled and nerye-shattered work- ers. And I ask... How can a sick worker expect at this moment to get treatment from a system of capitalism that thinks only of him as a profit-making ma- chine, while millions of his calss roam the streets ready (by hunger) to duplicate him at his nerve-shat- tering unhealthy occupation? How can he be fit when he is faced with the thoughts that he has to pay doctors, for the medicines, hospitals, etc? Much of the time he is not able to break down the barrier of red tape erected to keep him out of the hospital; the excuse being over- crowded or having to wait for ap- propriations for new construction from some body of capitalistic po- litical grafters. Poor patients are turned out be- fore they are fit, on the story of “we have to make room for others.” The workers who toil at these graft- infested institutions are terribly ex- ploited; janitors, porters, orderlies, | receiving between thirty-five and forty dollars a month, twelve hours per day, six days a week plus some sloppy food that’s fed to the patients. Nurses’ conditions are not much better, especially those of the juniors. who are being exploited at the cost of the privileged few, and at the privilege of being a head nurse after years of slavery. The foregcing is not my imagination, having expezi- | enced Bellevue, the modern model American hospital, as an inmate along with many others and at many of those marine hospitals (the so- called best). What is the picture of the Socialis 2 In the first place in Reviewed by TONY MINUERICH. IN this book the militant miners on i strike against the Glen Alden Coz! Company, the strikers in Illinois, es well as the rest of the miners will find many facts to help them better carry on the fight. Many books have been written cither about the mining industry, or out the various siyuggles that have n place between the workers ard coal operators. Even that tool of the operators, John L. Lewis, has written a book about the coal miners, but in “Labor.and Coal,” by Anna Roches- ter, the miners, and other workers, have a book that will be of great help to the miners in the coming struggles. “Labor and Coal” takes up the in- dustry from all sides. The question of wages, speed-up, bosses’ profits, as well as the many struggles of the miners against the operators, their government and labor lieutenants. The important question of the Negro miners, who are a very important factor in the industry, is also taken up. Special sections are devoted to the Youth, the question of foreign born miners, the company towns, and “grab-me-all” stores. In fact, all in- teresting questions are dealt with. Starting out with the miner's son who asked his mother, “Why don’t you light the fire? It is so cold.” “Because we have no coal. Your father is out of work, and we have no money to buy coal.” “But why is he out of work, mother?” “Because there's too much coal.” “(Labor and Coal” goes into all de- tails about the mines, the profits of the operators, the methods used by the companies to make millions and at the same time, show “losses” in their books, the crisis in the indus- try, the mergers of the companies, the question of unemployment, wages, HAP JINGLES Jack be nimble on the chain, Henry Ford is after gain, If you're nimble, you're a wreck, Slow, you get it in the neck. Jack Spratt can buy no fat And Jack can buy no lean; He’s been canned from his job by Jingles by Hap Drawings by Gropper.! and their iiuys, It is hard to tell, who's who -unti one sees the different tasks of ‘re sponsibility fulfilled as against thaj of the caste system of capitalisti hospitals. Patients do not iay wwe-surose. before the big professors, as in Amer- ica but thoroughly discuss their own cases with all the doctors who have the time, since all doctors and nurses are paid by the state, having no pri- vate practices. Doctors, hospitals medicine are all free for the workers There is not a bit. of overcrowding here and a patient remains until fit and if necessary, proceeds to a rest home to build up before going to work. f The building of hospitals, maternity homes and clinics is a feature of the Five Year Plan. The food is of such quality and quantity that you don’t have to get it from the outside in order to exist as in America. The entire staff works on the five-day a week plan—work four days and are off for vacations, and all Of _the rest of the privileges that the Rus- sian worker enjoys. The greatest feature of all is the cultural actiy- ities that is conducted in “Lenin's Corner.” It is a separate room in every ward where radio, chess, check- ers, and all of the daily papers can be read. The patients run a wall paper where sometimes a hard boiled guy that makes a breach of: pro- letarian discipline is taught his les- son; that is, by being given the pub- licity if the offense is repeated. Meet- ings are held where the staff and patients discuss suggestions and com- plaints and bureaucratism is fought where it appears. Professors lecture regularly to the patients and acquaint | them with the working of the human | body. The hospital museum and | student auditorium is used to dem- onstrate with movies. This is one of | the training centers for young doctors | for the Red Army and I can assure | you that they turn out a real doctor. | It is a most inspiring sight to see the bright intelligent worker-student doc- vs go trooping through the ward t ‘y day, as against the snobbish intelligentia and shopkeepers’ sons in | the capitalistic countries. Fellow | workers, there is but one achievement ‘of the many so strikingly evidenced e in the building of speed-yp, the number of miners, where they are located, their ages, ‘ow many ere killed or injured each veer, etc. All of these facts are im- portent and can be found in this 2ook. For instance, take a quota- tion on the very important question of speed-up in the mines. An en- seer of the Pittsburgh Coal Com- pany, by name J. W. Gray, writing ig Coc] Age (November, 1927) figurg cut how long it would take to c44 id clean up an entry with a siz st undereut at the Mantour Na 2 of the same company. . 35 minutes 20 10 45 Cutting ie Drilling coal and slate . Shooting coal ... Loading coal .. Shooting slate +10, Loading-slate . 2220 This means that it would take 140 minutes or two hours 10 minutes ‘to cut and clean up a cut, also the men would have to clean three cuts'a day—which means some speed, and more into the “no work” army. | The section of “Labor and Coal” dealing with the battles of the min- ers is interesting, and by itself worth the price of the book. From the first so-called “Bates Union” in the An- thracite in 1849, through the days of the Molly Maguires, the Knights of Labor, down to the United Mine Workers of America and into the Na- tional Miners’ Union, will prove in- teresting reading. The chapters on the United Mine Workers, dealing with the big strikes, as the Connessville strike of 1890-91, the 1897 strike, the Westmoreland strike of 1910, the fight of Virden, the Colorado strike and the Ludlow mas- sacre, the 1919 strike, the 1922 and 1927 strikes, Cliftonville, Cabain Creek, Point Creek, Herrin, the Bald- win Felis detective agencies, the Pinkertons, the National Guard, Coal, and Iron Police, the Cossacks, are taken up. The strikebreaking role Lewis, how he betrayed the miners 1919, 1922 and 1927 are all dealt The fake fight against the Farring- ton-Fishwick gang of crooks, are ex- plained in a way to help the miners in the coming battles. The organization of the National Miners’ Union, the policies of this union, the demands, etc., are all gone into. The Soviet Union, where the min- ers work six hours a day, from bank to bank, and instead of American wage reductions, they are given wage increases, free medical attention, yearly vacations with pay, etc, ate contrasted to the starvation and mis- ery that is the lot of those who go into the heart of the earth to dig Neck diamonds in capitalist «0m tries, so that some people and thel® families can live in luxury. The book ts a good one, Every miner who can rez‘ Exvlish mast have a co so Sore, Tf pose sible, s: other Tange. tae ‘n-born mi: Ke . ec the valuable lesson thet ( ‘s bout gives for the coming ba’