LAST DITCH OF DEMOCRACY - Majority Rights

#50 (June 28, 1942) U.K.(B64)
THE GIFTIE
It was Bobbie Burns, and no Englishman, who sent up his prayer:
O wad some Pow’r the giftie gie us
And the emotion behind the lines is probably more unEnglish than
anyone who hasn’t lived amongst it for over a decade can ever imagine.
I am having another go at it. And if wandering about Mayfair in 1916 the
life of your ruling caste appeared to me perched on a very thin crust of
painted cardboard, what must it seem now when looked at from
OUTSIDE the circle of your tight little private world of illusion?
In those days I felt it, as I said, perched on a fragile crust, and my own
brief role or my own feelin’ rather that of John Baptist’s poking up a
scrawny head from the cellarage. Through the grill of some grating.
Some of you I do not name, because it would be too much like a family
squabble. No malice on my part, but too much intimacy to be suitable to
an international discussion of anything.
One cannot attack public figures when one has saved family photos from
wreck and destruction. Or can you, or should you? That may be a case of
conscience. Jezabel in her pram, and the rest of it.
I tell you once again, and I try to make myself, even with my peregrine
accent, intelligible at least to some of you.
The wave of disgust that sweeps over the outer world at hearing some of
your propaganda—after all, radio is the only free speech left—the wave
of disgust is due to the absoLOOT falsity of your statements and of the
assumptions underlying them. Even those of you who have been
accustomed to the forgeries of your own high-hatted synagogue [must]