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CREATIVITY, CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE

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New Feature: THE WORLD ACCORDING TO ART

Art is our managing editor and he decided that each edition start with his pronouncement of the day. It is therefore, TWATA, a much more sane bulwark against MAGA. Here is today's: "He is a happy man who can once for all avoid having to do with a great many of his fellow creatures."

He has also said that there is no point in waiting for Mondays, and spending time to get the edition prepared or to make it long. In fact, some have been so long that they had to be spliced off and continued through a link (this is likely an example.). "If it's worth saying, say it. Otherwise, what's the point?" So, for the time being forward, that will be our policy or practice, or both.

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And so:

A woman recently pronounced, "I could write too if only I had the experiences." I just could not explain or get across to her that the experience is not as important as how you see it and think about it. Naturally, she became a bit nasty and "huffy" and I left her there to yak away at anyone else who would listen to her rantings.

At any rate, I will start out with the actual events that the author experienced and then conclude or move on to what he did with it. Two quite different things.

In mid-19th century America, slavery was still in effect and a poll tax was instituted to prevent voting by certain classes. To compound the problem, if the local law enforcement official did not collect the poll tax, he was forced to pay it himself. Apparently, Thoreau's family was relatively well-off and respected and the local Sheriff was not impressed.

Well, for reasons he will make clear, Henry did not pay his poll tax. The local sheriff, one Sam Staples, would "be damned" if he was going to pay a poll tax for any Thoreau, no matter how important the family was. At that time, Henry was living in the cabin he built on Emerson's property. Nietzsche seems to have admired Emerson's writings.

Of some interest is the nature of Henry's building skills. Some scholar was once able to visit what remained of the cabin and noticed a great deal of bent nails on the ground. Apparently, Henry struggled to strike the nail on the head in actuality, but not metaphorically.

At any rate, at this time, Thoreau was leading a group of locals on a hunt for huckleberries. (I kid you not.) Staples intercepted him then and thereafter Thoreau refused to pay the poll tax, Sam arrested him and put him in jail. "Screw the damn Thoreaus," it seemed to me was his attitude when I first heard about this incident.

Now, there are many stories about what happened while he was locked up. Henry was incensed but did not give that appearance. In fact, he opined that the only proper place for an honest man in a corrupt society was in its jails. There is a story that Emerson walked by and asked "What are you doing in there, Henry?" Henry replied, "What are you doing out there, Ralph?" [The sounds apocryphal to me, but who am I to say? At least it is consistent with their relationship]

Henry's aunt intervened, and his reaction was that it was now her responsibility, not his. He left the cell.

In my own paper on the subject, I pointed out one glaring difference between his reaction and those of Gandhi and Martin Luther King (both of whom confess to having read the essay). Henry gathered up his original party and moved on to once again hunt for huckleberries. They, at least, were real. The others thought of the concept as a weapon to be used in order to make progress against an evil society. Henry's sentiments were closer to Art's.

Racism is extremely vile as it always misses the point. In other words, it establishes a false standard by which to evaluate others. Art's observation makes an excellent point in this regard. I would also point out that at the turn of the last century, when Teddy Roosevelt was President here, the Polish residents considered the German ones as an inferior race (actually using those terms) who turned around and made the same accusations against Lithuanians. If you have any doubts about this, read The Jungle by Upton Sinclair/

So now, here is the essay, in its entirety, with no censorship or emendations:

On the Duty of Civil Disobedience

by Henry David Thoreau

1849, original title: Resistance to Civil Government

I heartily accept the motto,—"That government is best which governs

least;" and I should like to see it acted up to more rapidly and

systematically. Carried out, it finally amounts to this, which also I

believe—"That government is best which governs not at all;" and when

men are prepared for it, that will be the kind of government which they

will have. Government is at best but an expedient; but most governments

are usually, and all governments are sometimes, inexpedient. The

objections which have been brought against a standing army, and they

are many and weighty, and deserve to prevail, may also at last be

brought against a standing government. The standing army is only an arm

of the standing government. The government itself, which is only the

mode which the people have chosen to execute their will, is equally

liable to be abused and perverted before the people can act through it.

Witness the present Mexican war, the work of comparatively a few

individuals using the standing government as their tool; for, in the

outset, the people would not have consented to this measure.

This American government,—what is it but a tradition, though a recent

one, endeavoring to transmit itself unimpaired to posterity, but each

instant losing some of its integrity? It has not the vitality and force

of a single living man; for a single man can bend it to his will. It is

a sort of wooden gun to the people themselves; and, if ever they should

use it in earnest as a real one against each other, it will surely

split. But it is not the less necessary for this; for the people must

have some complicated machinery or other, and hear its din, to satisfy

that idea of government which they have. Governments show thus how

successfully men can be imposed on, even impose on themselves, for

their own advantage. It is excellent, we must all allow; yet this

government never of itself furthered any enterprise, but by the

alacrity with which it got out of its way. _It_ does not keep the

country free. _It_ does not settle the West. _It_ does not educate. The

character inherent in the American people has done all that has been

accomplished; and it would have done somewhat more, if the government

had not sometimes got in its way. For government is an expedient, by

which men would fain succeed in letting one another alone; and, as has

been said, when it is most expedient, the governed are most let alone

by it. Trade and commerce, if they were not made of India rubber, would

never manage to bounce over obstacles which legislators are continually

putting in their way; and, if one were to judge these men wholly by the

effects of their actions, and not partly by their intentions, they

would deserve to be classed and punished with those mischievous persons

who put obstructions on the railroads.

But, to speak practically and as a citizen, unlike those who call

themselves no-government men, I ask for, not at once no government, but

_at once_ a better government. Let every man make known what kind of

government would command his respect, and that will be one step toward

obtaining it.

After all, the practical reason why, when the power is once in the

hands of the people, a majority are permitted, and for a long period

continue, to rule, is not because they are most likely to be in the

right, nor because this seems fairest to the minority, but because they

are physically the strongest. But a government in which the majority

rule in all cases can not be based on justice, even as far as men

understand it. Can there not be a government in which the majorities do

not virtually decide right and wrong, but conscience?—in which

majorities decide only those questions to which the rule of expediency

is applicable? Must the citizen ever for a moment, or in the least

degree, resign his conscience to the legislator? Why has every man a

conscience, then? I think that we should be men first, and subjects

afterward. It is not desirable to cultivate a respect for the law, so

much as for the right. The only obligation which I have a right to

assume, is to do at any time what I think right. It is truly enough

said that a corporation has no conscience; but a corporation of

conscientious men is a corporation _with_ a conscience. Law never made

men a whit more just; and, by means of their respect for it, even the

well-disposed are daily made the agents of injustice. A common and

natural result of an undue respect for the law is, that you may see a

file of soldiers, colonel, captain, corporal, privates, powder-monkeys

and all, marching in admirable order over hill and dale to the wars,

against their wills, aye, against their common sense and consciences,

which makes it very steep marching indeed, and produces a palpitation

of the heart. They have no doubt that it is a damnable business in

which they are concerned; they are all peaceably inclined. Now, what

are they? Men at all? or small movable forts and magazines, at the

service of some unscrupulous man in power? Visit the Navy Yard, and

behold a marine, such a man as an American government can make, or such

as it can make a man with its black arts, a mere shadow and

reminiscence of humanity, a man laid out alive and standing, and

already, as one may say, buried under arms with funeral accompaniment,

though it may be

"Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,

As his corpse to the ramparts we hurried;

Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot

O'er the grave where our hero we buried."

The mass of men serve the State thus, not as men mainly, but as

machines, with their bodies. They are the standing army, and the

militia, jailers, constables, _posse comitatus_, &c. In most cases

there is no free exercise whatever of the judgment or of the moral

sense; but they put themselves on a level with wood and earth and

stones; and wooden men can perhaps be manufactured that will serve the

purpose as well. Such command no more respect than men of straw, or a

lump of dirt. They have the same sort of worth only as horses and dogs.

Yet such as these even are commonly esteemed good citizens. Others, as

most legislators, politicians, lawyers, ministers, and office-holders,

serve the state chiefly with their heads; and, as they rarely make any

moral distinctions, they are as likely to serve the devil, without

_intending_ it, as God. A very few, as heroes, patriots, martyrs,

reformers in the great sense, and _men_, serve the State with their

consciences also, and so necessarily resist it for the most part; and

they are commonly treated by it as enemies. A wise man will only be

useful as a man, and will not submit to be "clay," and "stop a hole to

keep the wind away," but leave that office to his dust at least:

"I am too high-born to be propertied,

To be a secondary at control,

Or useful serving-man and instrument

To any sovereign state throughout the world."

He who gives himself entirely to his fellow-men appears to them useless

and selfish; but he who gives himself partially to them is pronounced a

benefactor and philanthropist.

How does it become a man to behave toward the American government

today? I answer that he cannot without disgrace be associated with it.

I cannot for an instant recognize that political organization as _my_

government which is the _slave's_ government also.

All men recognize the right of revolution; that is, the right to refuse

allegiance to and to resist the government, when its tyranny or its

inefficiency are great and unendurable. But almost all say that such is

not the case now. But such was the case, they think, in the Revolution

of '75. If one were to tell me that this was a bad government because

it taxed certain foreign commodities brought to its ports, it is most

probable that I should not make an ado about it, for I can do without

them: all machines have their friction; and possibly this does enough

good to counter-balance the evil. At any rate, it is a great evil to

make a stir about it. But when the friction comes to have its machine,

and oppression and robbery are organized, I say, let us not have such a

machine any longer. In other words, when a sixth of the population of a

nation which has undertaken to be the refuge of liberty are slaves, and

a whole country is unjustly overrun and conquered by a foreign army,

and subjected to military law, I think that it is not too soon for

honest men to rebel and revolutionize. What makes this duty the more

urgent is that fact, that the country so overrun is not our own, but

ours is the invading army.

Paley, a common authority with many on moral questions, in his chapter

on the "Duty of Submission to Civil Government," resolves all civil

obligation into expediency; and he proceeds to say, "that so long as

the interest of the whole society requires it, that is, so long as the

established government cannot be resisted or changed without public

inconveniency, it is the will of God that the established government be

obeyed, and no longer."—"This principle being admitted, the justice of

every particular case of resistance is reduced to a computation of the

quantity of the danger and grievance on the one side, and of the

probability and expense of redressing it on the other." Of this, he

says, every man shall judge for himself. But Paley appears never to

have contemplated those cases to which the rule of expediency does not

apply, in which a people, as well as an individual, must do justice,

cost what it may. If I have unjustly wrested a plank from a drowning

man, I must restore it to him though I drown myself. This, according to

Paley, would be inconvenient. But he that would save his life, in such

a case, shall lose it. This people must cease to hold slaves, and to

make war on Mexico, though it cost them their existence as a people.

In their practice, nations agree with Paley; but does anyone think that

Massachusetts does exactly what is right at the present crisis?

"A drab of state, a cloth-o'-silver slut,

To have her train borne up, and her soul trail in the dirt."

Practically speaking, the opponents to a reform in Massachusetts are

not a hundred thousand politicians at the South, but a hundred thousand

merchants and farmers here, who are more interested in commerce and

agriculture than they are in humanity, and are not prepared to do

justice to the slave and to Mexico, _cost what it may_. I quarrel not

with far-off foes, but with those who, near at home, co-operate with,

and do the bidding of those far away, and without whom the latter would

be harmless. We are accustomed to say, that the mass of men are

unprepared; but improvement is slow, because the few are not materially

wiser or better than the many. It is not so important that many should

be as good as you, as that there be some absolute goodness somewhere;

for that will leaven the whole lump. There are thousands who are _in

opinion_ opposed to slavery and to the war, who yet in effect do

nothing to put an end to them; who, esteeming themselves children of

Washington and Franklin, sit down with their hands in their pockets,

and say that they know not what to do, and do nothing; who even

postpone the question of freedom to the question of free-trade, and

quietly read the prices-current along with the latest advices from

Mexico, after dinner, and, it may be, fall asleep over them both. What

is the price-current of an honest man and patriot today? They hesitate,

and they regret, and sometimes they petition; but they do nothing in

earnest and with effect. They will wait, well disposed, for others to

remedy the evil, that they may no longer have it to regret. At most,

they give only a cheap vote, and a feeble countenance and Godspeed, to

the right, as it goes by them. There are nine hundred and ninety-nine

patrons of virtue to one virtuous man; but it is easier to deal with

the real possessor of a thing than with the temporary guardian of it.

All voting is a sort of gaming, like chequers or backgammon, with a

slight moral tinge to it, a playing with right and wrong, with moral

questions; and betting naturally accompanies it. The character of the

voters is not staked. I cast my vote, perchance, as I think right; but

I am not vitally concerned that that right should prevail. I am willing

to leave it to the majority. Its obligation, therefore, never exceeds

that of expediency. Even voting _for the right_ is _doing_ nothing for

it. It is only expressing to men feebly your desire that it should

prevail. A wise man will not leave the right to the mercy of chance,

nor wish it to prevail through the power of the majority. There is but

little virtue in the action of masses of men. When the majority shall

at length vote for the abolition of slavery, it will be because they

are indifferent to slavery, or because there is but little slavery left

to be abolished by their vote. _They_ will then be the only slaves.

Only _his_ vote can hasten the abolition of slavery who asserts his own

freedom by his vote.

I hear of a convention to be held at Baltimore, or elsewhere, for the

selection of a candidate for the Presidency, made up chiefly of

editors, and men who are politicians by profession; but I think, what

is it to any independent, intelligent, and respectable man what

decision they may come to, shall we not have the advantage of his

wisdom and honesty, nevertheless? Can we not count upon some

independent votes? Are there not many individuals in the country who do

not attend conventions? But no: I find that the respectable man, so

called, has immediately drifted from his position, and despairs of his

country, when his country has more reasons to despair of him. He

forthwith adopts one of the candidates thus selected as the only

_available_ one, thus proving that he is himself _available_ for any

purposes of the demagogue. His vote is of no more worth than that of

any unprincipled foreigner or hireling native, who may have been

bought. Oh for a man who is a _man_, and, as my neighbor says, has a

bone in his back which you cannot pass your hand through! Our

statistics are at fault: the population has been returned too large.

How many _men_ are there to a square thousand miles in the country?

Hardly one. Does not America offer any inducement for men to settle

here? The American has dwindled into an Odd Fellow,—one who may be

known by the development of his organ of gregariousness, and a manifest

lack of intellect and cheerful self-reliance; whose first and chief

concern, on coming into the world, is to see that the alms-houses are

in good repair; and, before yet he has lawfully donned the virile garb,

to collect a fund for the support of the widows and orphans that may

be; who, in short, ventures to live only by the aid of the Mutual

Insurance company, which has promised to bury him decently.

It is not a man's duty, as a matter of course, to devote himself to the

eradication of any, even the most enormous wrong; he may still properly

have other concerns to engage him; but it is his duty, at least, to

wash his hands of it, and, if he gives it no thought longer, not to

give it practically his support. If I devote myself to other pursuits

and contemplations, I must first see, at least, that I do not pursue

them sitting upon another man's shoulders. I must get off him first,

that he may pursue his contemplations too. See what gross inconsistency

is tolerated. I have heard some of my townsmen say, "I should like to

have them order me out to help put down an insurrection of the slaves,

or to march to Mexico,—see if I would go;" and yet these very men have

each, directly by their allegiance, and so indirectly, at least, by

their money, furnished a substitute. The soldier is applauded who

refuses to serve in an unjust war by those who do not refuse to sustain

the unjust government which makes the war; is applauded by those whose

own act and authority he disregards and sets at naught; as if the State

were penitent to that degree that it hired one to scourge it while it

sinned, but not to that degree that it left off sinning for a moment.

Thus, under the name of Order and Civil Government, we are all made at

last to pay homage to and support our own meanness. After the first

blush of sin, comes its indifference; and from immoral it becomes, as

it were, _un_moral, and not quite unnecessary to that life which we

have made.

The broadest and most prevalent error requires the most disinterested

virtue to sustain it. The slight reproach to which the virtue of

patriotism is commonly liable, the noble are most likely to incur.

Those who, while they disapprove of the character and measures of a

government, yield to it their allegiance and support, are undoubtedly

its most conscientious supporters, and so frequently the most serious

obstacles to reform. Some are petitioning the State to dissolve the

Union, to disregard the requisitions of the President. Why do they not

dissolve it themselves,—the union between themselves and the State,—and

refuse to pay their quota into its treasury? Do not they stand in same

relation to the State, that the State does to the Union? And have not

the same reasons prevented the State from resisting the Union, which

have prevented them from resisting the State?

How can a man be satisfied to entertain an opinion merely, and enjoy

_it?_ Is there any enjoyment in it, if his opinion is that he is

aggrieved? If you are cheated out of a single dollar by your neighbor,

you do not rest satisfied with knowing you are cheated, or with saying

that you are cheated, or even with petitioning him to pay you your due;

but you take effectual steps at once to obtain the full amount, and see

that you are never cheated again. Action from principle,—the perception

and the performance of right,—changes things and relations; it is

essentially revolutionary, and does not consist wholly with anything

which was. It not only divided states and churches, it divides

families; aye, it divides the _individual_, separating the diabolical

in him from the divine.

Unjust laws exist: shall we be content to obey them, or shall we

endeavor to amend them, and obey them until we have succeeded, or shall

we transgress them at once? Men generally, under such a government as

this, think that they ought to wait until they have persuaded the

majority to alter them. They think that, if they should resist, the

remedy would be worse than the evil. But it is the fault of the

government itself that the remedy _is_ worse than the evil. _It_ makes

it worse. Why is it not more apt to anticipate and provide for reform?

Why does it not cherish its wise minority? Why does it cry and resist

before it is hurt? Why does it not encourage its citizens to be on the

alert to point out its faults, and _do_ better than it would have them?

Why does it always crucify Christ, and excommunicate Copernicus and

Luther, and pronounce Washington and Franklin rebels?

One would think, that a deliberate and practical denial of its

authority was the only offence never contemplated by government; else,

why has it not assigned its definite, its suitable and proportionate

penalty? If a man who has no property refuses but once to earn nine

shillings for the State, he is put in prison for a period unlimited by

any law that I know, and determined only by the discretion of those who

placed him there; but if he should steal ninety times nine shillings

from the State, he is soon permitted to go at large again.

If the injustice is part of the necessary friction of the machine of

government, let it go, let it go: perchance it will wear

smooth,—certainly the machine will wear out. If the injustice has a

spring, or a pulley, or a rope, or a crank, exclusively for itself,

then perhaps you may consider whether the remedy will not be worse than

the evil; but if it is of such a nature that it requires you to be the

agent of injustice to another, then, I say, break the law. Let your

life be a counter friction to stop the machine. What I have to do is to

see, at any rate, that I do not lend myself to the wrong which I

condemn.

As for adopting the ways which the State has provided for remedying the

evil, I know not of such ways. They take too much time, and a man's

life will be gone. I have other affairs to attend to. I came into this

world, not chiefly to make this a good place to live in, but to live in

it, be it good or bad. A man has not every thing to do, but something;

and because he cannot do _every thing_, it is not necessary that he

should do _something_ wrong. It is not my business to be petitioning

the Governor or the Legislature any more than it is theirs to petition

me; and, if they should not hear my petition, what should I do then?

But in this case the State has provided no way: its very Constitution

is the evil. This may seem to be harsh and stubborn and

unconcilliatory; but it is to treat with the utmost kindness and

consideration the only spirit that can appreciate or deserves it. So is

all change for the better, like birth and death which convulse the

body.

I do not hesitate to say, that those who call themselves abolitionists

should at once effectually withdraw their support, both in person and

property, from the government of Massachusetts, and not wait till they

constitute a majority of one, before they suffer the right to prevail

through them. I think that it is enough if they have God on their side,

without waiting for that other one. Moreover, any man more right than

his neighbors constitutes a majority of one already.

I meet this American government, or its representative, the State

government, directly, and face to face, once a year, no more, in the

person of its tax-gatherer; this is the only mode in which a man

situated as I am necessarily meets it; and it then says distinctly,

Recognize me; and the simplest, the most effectual, and, in the present

posture of affairs, the indispensablest mode of treating with it on

this head, of expressing your little satisfaction with and love for it,

is to deny it then. My civil neighbor, the tax-gatherer, is the very

man I have to deal with,—for it is, after all, with men and not with

parchment that I quarrel,—and he has voluntarily chosen to be an agent

of the government. How shall he ever know well what he is and does as

an officer of the government, or as a man, until he is obliged to

consider whether he shall treat me, his neighbor, for whom he has

respect, as a neighbor and well-disposed man, or as a maniac and

disturber of the peace, and see if he can get over this obstruction to

his neighborliness without a ruder and more impetuous thought or speech

corresponding with his action? I know this well, that if one thousand,

if one hundred, if ten men whom I could name,—if ten _honest_ men

only,—aye, if _one_ HONEST man, in this State of Massachusetts,

_ceasing to hold slaves_, were actually to withdraw from this

copartnership, and be locked up in the county jail therefor, it would

be the abolition of slavery in America. For it matters not how small

the beginning may seem to be: what is once well done is done for ever.

But we love better to talk about it: that we say is our mission. Reform

keeps many scores of newspapers in its service, but not one man. If my

esteemed neighbor, the State's ambassador, who will devote his days to

the settlement of the question of human rights in the Council Chamber,

instead of being threatened with the prisons of Carolina, were to sit

down the prisoner of Massachusetts, that State which is so anxious to

foist the sin of slavery upon her sister,—though at present she can

discover only an act of inhospitality to be the ground of a quarrel

with her,—the Legislature would not wholly waive the subject of the

following winter.

Under a government which imprisons any unjustly, the true place for a

just man is also a prison. The proper place today, the only place which

Massachusetts has provided for her freer and less desponding spirits,

is in her prisons, to be put out and locked out of the State by her own

act, as they have already put themselves out by their principles. It is

there that the fugitive slave, and the Mexican prisoner on parole, and

the Indian come to plead the wrongs of his race, should find them; on

that separate, but more free and honorable ground, where the State

places those who are not _with_ her but _against_ her,—the only house

in a slave-state in which a free man can abide with honor. If any think

that their influence would be lost there, and their voices no longer

afflict the ear of the State, that they would not be as an enemy within

its walls, they do not know by how much truth is stronger than error,

nor how much more eloquently and effectively he can combat injustice

who has experienced a little in his own person. Cast your whole vote,

not a strip of paper merely, but your whole influence. A minority is

powerless while it conforms to the majority; it is not even a minority

then; but it is irresistible when it clogs by its whole weight. If the

alternative is to keep all just men in prison, or give up war and

slavery, the State will not hesitate which to choose. If a thousand men

were not to pay their tax-bills this year, that would not be a violent

and bloody measure, as it would be to pay them, and enable the State to

commit violence and shed innocent blood. This is, in fact, the

definition of a peaceable revolution, if any such is possible. If the

tax-gatherer, or any other public officer, asks me, as one has done,

"But what shall I do?" my answer is, "If you really wish to do any

thing, resign your office." When the subject has refused allegiance,

and the officer has resigned his office, then the revolution is

accomplished. But even suppose blood should flow. Is there not a sort

of blood shed when the conscience is wounded? Through this wound a

man's real manhood and immortality flow out, and he bleeds to an

everlasting death. I see this blood flowing now.

I have contemplated the imprisonment of the offender, rather than the

seizure of his goods,—though both will serve the same purpose,—because

they who assert the purest right, and consequently are most dangerous

to a corrupt State, commonly have not spent much time in accumulating

property. To such the State renders comparatively small service, and a

slight tax is wont to appear exorbitant, particularly if they are

obliged to earn it by special labor with their hands. If there were one

who lived wholly without the use of money, the State itself would

hesitate to demand it of him. But the rich man—not to make any

invidious comparison—is always sold to the institution which makes him

rich. Absolutely speaking, the more money, the less virtue; for money

comes between a man and his objects, and obtains them for him; it was

certainly no great virtue to obtain it. It puts to rest many questions

which he would otherwise be taxed to answer; while the only new

question which it puts is the hard but superfluous one, how to spend

it. Thus his moral ground is taken from under his feet. The

opportunities of living are diminished in proportion as what are called

the "means" are increased. The best thing a man can do for his culture

when he is rich is to endeavor to carry out those schemes which he

entertained when he was poor. Christ answered the Herodians according

to their condition. "Show me the tribute-money," said he;—and one took

a penny out of his pocket;—if you use money which has the image of

Cæsar on it, and which he has made current and valuable, that is, _if

you are men of the State_, and gladly enjoy the advantages of Cæsar's

government, then pay him back some of his own when he demands it;

"Render therefore to Cæsar that which is Cæsar's and to God those

things which are God's,"—leaving them no wiser than before as to which

was which; for they did not wish to know.

When I converse with the freest of my neighbors, I perceive that,

whatever they may say about the magnitude and seriousness of the

question, and their regard for the public tranquillity, the long and

the short of the matter is, that they cannot spare the protection of

the existing government, and they dread the consequences of

disobedience to it to their property and families. For my own part, I

should not like to think that I ever rely on the protection of the

State. But, if I deny the authority of the State when it presents its

tax-bill, it will soon take and waste all my property, and so harass me

and my children without end. This is hard. This makes it impossible for

a man to live honestly and at the same time comfortably in outward

respects. It will not be worth the while to accumulate property; that

would be sure to go again. You must hire or squat somewhere, and raise

but a small crop, and eat that soon. You must live within yourself, and

depend upon yourself, always tucked up and ready for a start, and not

have many affairs. A man may grow rich in Turkey even, if he will be in

all respects a good subject of the Turkish government. Confucius

said,—"If a State is governed by the principles of reason, poverty and

misery are subjects of shame; if a State is not governed by the

principles of reason, riches and honors are the subjects of shame." No:

until I want the protection of Massachusetts to be extended to me in

some distant southern port, where my liberty is endangered, or until I

am bent solely on building up an estate at home by peaceful enterprise,

I can afford to refuse allegiance to Massachusetts, and her right to my

property and life. It costs me less in every sense to incur the penalty

of disobedience to the State, than it would to obey. I should feel as

if I were worth less in that case.

Some years ago, the State met me in behalf of the church, and commanded

me to pay a certain sum toward the support of a clergyman whose

preaching my father attended, but never I myself. "Pay it," it said,

"or be locked up in the jail." I declined to pay. But, unfortunately,

another man saw fit to pay it. I did not see why the schoolmaster

should be taxed to support the priest, and not the priest the

schoolmaster; for I was not the State's schoolmaster, but I supported

myself by voluntary subscription. I did not see why the lyceum should

not present its tax-bill, and have the State to back its demand, as

well as the church. However, at the request of the selectmen, I

condescended to make some such statement as this in writing:—"Know all

men by these presents, that I, Henry Thoreau, do not wish to be

regarded as a member of any incorporated society which I have not

joined." This I gave to the town-clerk; and he has it. The State,

having thus learned that I did not wish to be regarded as a member of

that church, has never made a like demand on me since; though it said

that it must adhere to its original presumption that time. If I had

known how to name them, I should then have signed off in detail from

all the societies which I never signed on to; but I did not know where

to find such a complete list.

I have paid no poll-tax for six years. I was put into a jail once on

this account, for one night; and, as I stood considering the walls of

solid stone, two or three feet thick, the door of wood and iron, a foot

thick, and the iron grating which strained the light, I could not help

being struck with the foolishness of that institution which treated me

as if I were mere flesh and blood and bones, to be locked up. I

wondered that it should have concluded at length that this was the best

use it could put me to, and had never thought to avail itself of my

services in some way. I saw that, if there was a wall of stone between

me and my townsmen, there was a still more difficult one to climb or

break through, before they could get to be as free as I was. I did nor

for a moment feel confined, and the walls seemed a great waste of stone

and mortar. I felt as if I alone of all my townsmen had paid my tax.

They plainly did not know how to treat me, but behaved like persons who

are underbred. In every threat and in every compliment there was a

blunder; for they thought that my chief desire was to stand the other

side of that stone wall. I could not but smile to see how industriously

they locked the door on my meditations, which followed them out again

without let or hindrance, and _they_ were really all that was

dangerous. As they could not reach me, they had resolved to punish my

body; just as boys, if they cannot come at some person against whom

they have a spite, will abuse his dog. I saw that the State was

half-witted, that it was timid as a lone woman with her silver spoons,

and that it did not know its friends from its foes, and I lost all my

remaining respect for it, and pitied it.

Thus the state never intentionally confronts a man's sense,

intellectual or moral, but only his body, his senses. It is not armed

with superior wit or honesty, but with superior physical strength. I

was not born to be forced. I will breathe after my own fashion. Let us

see who is the strongest. What force has a multitude? They only can

force me who obey a higher law than I. They force me to become like

themselves. I do not hear of _men_ being _forced_ to live this way or

that by masses of men. What sort of life were that to live? When I meet

a government which says to me, "Your money or your life," why should I

be in haste to give it my money? It may be in a great strait, and not

know what to do: I cannot help that. It must help itself; do as I do.

It is not worth the while to snivel about it. I am not responsible for

the successful working of the machinery of society. I am not the son of

the engineer. I perceive that, when an acorn and a chestnut fall side

by side, the one does not remain inert to make way for the other, but

both obey their own laws, and spring and grow and flourish as best they

can, till one, perchance, overshadows and destroys the other. If a

plant cannot live according to its nature, it dies; and so a man.

The night in prison was novel and interesting enough. The prisoners in

their shirt-sleeves were enjoying a chat and the evening air in the

door-way, when I entered. But the jailer said, "Come, boys, it is time

to lock up;" and so they dispersed, and I heard the sound of their

steps returning into the hollow apartments. My room-mate was introduced

to me by the jailer as "a first-rate fellow and a clever man." When the

door was locked, he showed me where to hang my hat, and how he managed

matters there. The rooms were whitewashed once a month; and this one,

at least, was the whitest, most simply furnished, and probably the

neatest apartment in town. He naturally wanted to know where I came

from, and what brought me there; and, when I had told him, I asked him

in my turn how he came there, presuming him to be an honest man, of

course; and, as the world goes, I believe he was. "Why," said he, "they

accuse me of burning a barn; but I never did it." As near as I could

discover, he had probably gone to bed in a barn when drunk, and smoked

his pipe there; and so a barn was burnt. He had the reputation of being

a clever man, had been there some three months waiting for his trial to

come on, and would have to wait as much longer; but he was quite

domesticated and contented, since he got his board for nothing, and

thought that he was well treated.

He occupied one window, and I the other; and I saw, that, if one stayed

there long, his principal business would be to look out the window. I

had soon read all the tracts that were left there, and examined where

former prisoners had broken out, and where a grate had been sawed off,

and heard the history of the various occupants of that room; for I

found that even here there was a history and a gossip which never

circulated beyond the walls of the jail. Probably this is the only

house in the town where verses are composed, which are afterward

printed in a circular form, but not published. I was shown quite a long

list of verses which were composed by some young men who had been

detected in an attempt to escape, who avenged themselves by singing

them.

I pumped my fellow-prisoner as dry as I could, for fear I should never

see him again; but at length he showed me which was my bed, and left me

to blow out the lamp.

It was like travelling into a far country, such as I had never expected

to behold, to lie there for one night. It seemed to me that I never had

heard the town-clock strike before, nor the evening sounds of the

village; for we slept with the windows open, which were inside the

grating. It was to see my native village in the light of the Middle

Ages, and our Concord was turned into a Rhine stream, and visions of

knights and castles passed before me. They were the voices of old

burghers that I heard in the streets. I was an involuntary spectator

and auditor of whatever was done and said in the kitchen of the

adjacent village-inn—a wholly new and rare experience to me. It was a

closer view of my native town. I was fairly inside of it. I never had

seen its institutions before. This is one of its peculiar institutions;

for it is a shire town. I began to comprehend what its inhabitants were

about.

In the morning, our breakfasts were put through the hole in the door,

in small oblong-square tin pans, made to fit, and holding a pint of

chocolate, with brown bread, and an iron spoon. When they called for

the vessels again, I was green enough to return what bread I had left;

but my comrade seized it, and said that I should lay that up for lunch

or dinner. Soon after, he was let out to work at haying in a

neighboring field, whither he went every day, and would not be back

till noon; so he bade me good-day, saying that he doubted if he should

see me again.

When I came out of prison,—for some one interfered, and paid the tax,—I

did not perceive that great changes had taken place on the common, such

as he observed who went in a youth, and emerged a gray-headed man; and

yet a change had to my eyes come over the scene,—the town, and State,

and country,—greater than any that mere time could effect. I saw yet

more distinctly the State in which I lived. I saw to what extent the

people among whom I lived could be trusted as good neighbors and

friends; that their friendship was for summer weather only; that they

did not greatly purpose to do right; that they were a distinct race

from me by their prejudices and superstitions, as the Chinamen and

Malays are; that, in their sacrifices to humanity they ran no risks,

not even to their property; that, after all, they were not so noble but

they treated the thief as he had treated them, and hoped, by a certain

outward observance and a few prayers, and by walking in a particular

straight though useless path from time to time, to save their souls.

This may be to judge my neighbors harshly; for I believe that most of

them are not aware that they have such an institution as the jail in

their village.

It was formerly the custom in our village, when a poor debtor came out

of jail, for his acquaintances to salute him, looking through their

fingers, which were crossed to represent the grating of a jail window,

"How do ye do?" My neighbors did not thus salute me, but first looked

at me, and then at one another, as if I had returned from a long

journey. I was put into jail as I was going to the shoemaker's to get a

shoe which was mended. When I was let out the next morning, I proceeded

to finish my errand, and, having put on my mended shoe, joined a

huckleberry party, who were impatient to put themselves under my

conduct; and in half an hour,—for the horse was soon tackled,—was in

the midst of a huckleberry field, on one of our highest hills, two

miles off; and then the State was nowhere to be seen.

This is the whole history of "My Prisons."

I have never declined paying the highway tax, because I am as desirous

of being a good neighbor as I am of being a bad subject; and, as for

supporting schools, I am doing my part to educate my fellow-countrymen

now. It is for no particular item in the tax-bill that I refuse to pay

it. I simply wish to refuse allegiance to the State, to withdraw and

stand aloof from it effectually. I do not care to trace the course of

my dollar, if I could, till it buys a man, or a musket to shoot one

with,—the dollar is innocent,—but I am concerned to trace the effects

of my allegiance. In fact, I quietly declare war with the State, after

my fashion, though I will still make use and get what advantages of her

I can, as is usual in such cases.

If others pay the tax which is demanded of me, from a sympathy with the

State, they do but what they have already done in their own case, or

rather they abet injustice to a greater extent than the State requires.

If they pay the tax from a mistaken interest in the individual taxed,

to save his property or prevent his going to jail, it is because they

have not considered wisely how far they let their private feelings

interfere with the public good.

This, then, is my position at present. But one cannot be too much on

his guard in such a case, lest his actions be biassed by obstinacy, or

an undue regard for the opinions of men. Let him see that he does only

what belongs to himself and to the hour.

I think sometimes, Why, this people mean well; they are only ignorant;

they would do better if they knew how: why give your neighbors this

pain to treat you as they are not inclined to? But I think, again, this

is no reason why I should do as they do, or permit others to suffer

much greater pain of a different kind. Again, I sometimes say to

myself, When many millions of men, without heat, without ill-will,

without personal feeling of any kind, demand of you a few shillings

only, without the possibility, such is their constitution, of

retracting or altering their present demand, and without the

possibility, on your side, of appeal to any other millions, why expose

yourself to this overwhelming brute force? You do not resist cold and

hunger, the winds and the waves, thus obstinately; you quietly submit

to a thousand similar necessities. You do not put your head into the

fire. But just in proportion as I regard this as not wholly a brute

force, but partly a human force, and consider that I have relations to

those millions as to so many millions of men, and not of mere brute or

inanimate things, I see that appeal is possible, first and

instantaneously, from them to the Maker of them, and, secondly, from

them to themselves. But, if I put my head deliberately into the fire,

there is no appeal to fire or to the Maker of fire, and I have only

myself to blame. If I could convince myself that I have any right to be

satisfied with men as they are, and to treat them accordingly, and not

according, in some respects, to my requisitions and expectations of

what they and I ought to be, then, like a good Mussulman and fatalist,

I should endeavor to be satisfied with things as they are, and say it

is the will of God. And, above all, there is this difference between

resisting this and a purely brute or natural force, that I can resist

this with some effect; but I cannot expect, like Orpheus, to change the

nature of the rocks and trees and beasts.

I do not wish to quarrel with any man or nation. I do not wish to split

hairs, to make fine distinctions, or set myself up as better than my

neighbors. I seek rather, I may say, even an excuse for conforming to

the laws of the land. I am but too ready to conform to them. Indeed I

have reason to suspect myself on this head; and each year, as the

tax-gatherer comes round, I find myself disposed to review the acts and

position of the general and state governments, and the spirit of the

people to discover a pretext for conformity.

"We must affect our country as our parents,

And if at any time we alienate

Out love of industry from doing it honor,

We must respect effects and teach the soul

Matter of conscience and religion,

And not desire of rule or benefit."

I believe that the State will soon be able to take all my work of this

sort out of my hands, and then I shall be no better patriot than my

fellow-countrymen. Seen from a lower point of view, the Constitution,

with all its faults, is very good; the law and the courts are very

respectable; even this State and this American government are, in many

respects, very admirable, and rare things, to be thankful for, such as

a great many have described them; seen from a higher still, and the

highest, who shall say what they are, or that they are worth looking at

or thinking of at all?

However, the government does not concern me much, and I shall bestow

the fewest possible thoughts on it. It is not many moments that I live

under a government, even in this world. If a man is thought-free,

fancy-free, imagination-free, that which _is not_ never for a long time

appearing _to be_ to him, unwise rulers or reformers cannot fatally

interrupt him.

I know that most men think differently from myself; but those whose

lives are by profession devoted to the study of these or kindred

subjects content me as little as any. Statesmen and legislators,

standing so completely within the institution, never distinctly and

nakedly behold it. They speak of moving society, but have no

resting-place without it. They may be men of a certain experience and

discrimination, and have no doubt invented ingenious and even useful

systems, for which we sincerely thank them; but all their wit and

usefulness lie within certain not very wide limits. They are wont to

forget that the world is not governed by policy and expediency. Webster

never goes behind government, and so cannot speak with authority about

it. His words are wisdom to those legislators who contemplate no

essential reform in the existing government; but for thinkers, and

those who legislate for all time, he never once glances at the subject.

I know of those whose serene and wise speculations on this theme would

soon reveal the limits of his mind's range and hospitality. Yet,

compared with the cheap professions of most reformers, and the still

cheaper wisdom and eloquence of politicians in general, his are almost

the only sensible and valuable words, and we thank Heaven for him.

Comparatively, he is always strong, original, and, above all,

practical. Still his quality is not wisdom, but prudence. The lawyer's

truth is not Truth, but consistency or a consistent expediency. Truth

is always in harmony with herself, and is not concerned chiefly to

reveal the justice that may consist with wrong-doing. He well deserves

to be called, as he has been called, the Defender of the Constitution.

There are really no blows to be given by him but defensive ones. He is

not a leader, but a follower. His leaders are the men of '87. "I have

never made an effort," he says, "and never propose to make an effort; I

have never countenanced an effort, and never mean to countenance an

effort, to disturb the arrangement as originally made, by which the

various States came into the Union." Still thinking of the sanction

which the Constitution gives to slavery, he says, "Because it was part

of the original compact,—let it stand." Notwithstanding his special

acuteness and ability, he is unable to take a fact out of its merely

political relations, and behold it as it lies absolutely to be disposed

of by the intellect,—what, for instance, it behoves a man to do here in

America today with regard to slavery, but ventures, or is driven, to

make some such desperate answer as the following, while professing to

speak absolutely, and as a private man,—from which what new and

singular code of social duties might be inferred?—"The manner," says

he, "in which the governments of those States where slavery exists are

to regulate it, is for their own consideration, under the

responsibility to their constituents, to the general laws of propriety,

humanity, and justice, and to God. Associations formed elsewhere,

springing from a feeling of humanity, or any other cause, have nothing

whatever to do with it. They have never received any encouragement from

me and they never will." [These extracts have been inserted since the

Lecture was read —HDT]

They who know of no purer sources of truth, who have traced up its

stream no higher, stand, and wisely stand, by the Bible and the

Constitution, and drink at it there with reverence and humanity; but

they who behold where it comes trickling into this lake or that pool,

gird up their loins once more, and continue their pilgrimage toward its

fountain-head.

No man with a genius for legislation has appeared in America. They are

rare in the history of the world. There are orators, politicians, and

eloquent men, by the thousand; but the speaker has not yet opened his

mouth to speak who is capable of settling the much-vexed questions of

the day. We love eloquence for its own sake, and not for any truth

which it may utter, or any heroism it may inspire. Our legislators have

not yet learned the comparative value of free-trade and of freedom, of

union, and of rectitude, to a nation. They have no genius or talent for

comparatively humble questions of taxation and finance, commerce and

manufactures and agriculture. If we were left solely to the wordy wit

of legislators in Congress for our guidance, uncorrected by the

seasonable experience and the effectual complaints of the people,

America would not long retain her rank among the nations. For eighteen

hundred years, though perchance I have no right to say it, the New

Testament has been written; yet where is the legislator who has wisdom

and practical talent enough to avail himself of the light which it

sheds on the science of legislation.

The authority of government, even such as I am willing to submit

to,—for I will cheerfully obey those who know and can do better than I,

and in many things even those who neither know nor can do so well,—is

still an impure one: to be strictly just, it must have the sanction and

consent of the governed. It can have no pure right over my person and

property but what I concede to it. The progress from an absolute to a

limited monarchy, from a limited monarchy to a democracy, is a progress

toward a true respect for the individual. Even the Chinese philosopher

was wise enough to regard the individual as the basis of the empire. Is

a democracy, such as we know it, the last improvement possible in

government? Is it not possible to take a step further towards

recognizing and organizing the rights of man? There will never be a

really free and enlightened State, until the State comes to recognize

the individual as a higher and independent power, from which all its

own power and authority are derived, and treats him accordingly. I

please myself with imagining a State at last which can afford to be

just to all men, and to treat the individual with respect as a

neighbor; which even would not think it inconsistent with its own

repose, if a few were to live aloof from it, not meddling with it, nor

embraced by it, who fulfilled all the duties of neighbors and

fellow-men. A State which bore this kind of fruit, and suffered it to

drop off as fast as it ripened, would prepare the way for a still more

perfect and glorious State, which also I have imagined, but not yet

anywhere seen.

 
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