LAST DITCH OF DEMOCRACY - Majority Rights

The aesthetic angle, that the whole of my generation grew up in, all
LOOKING harmless, so HARMLESS.
America was killed by the kid-glove generation, looked simple. Henry
James describes these innocuous flops: on the beach at Newport, none of
’em meant any harm, after the Civil War the American people was tired.
I’ll say they were tired.
With reason. Killed each other off to make room for the vermin.
After Cato’s death there was no Republic, says some old Roman
historian. Perhaps after Lincoln’s death there was no United States
Republic. Bowers, the TRAGIC ERA, go read it. Johnson couldn’t hold
out against the infection. Civil War dragged on. WITH INTENTION.
Halleck, why was he general ? Or at least why in command ? Waaal,
that is old scandal. Can’t fight Antietam now. Can’t go back before
Gettysburg, the very names are forgotten now. Names we, the men of
my time, grew up on, but we WERE being taught to forget. Or rather the
WHOLE of the history was aimed at FORGETTING. It was top
dressing, a monotony of military encounters, done with music and
banners, to KEEP the nation’s mind OFF the causes—off the REAL
causes. Debts of the Southern states, to the bankers of New York City.
My ole great uncle had a wooden leg,
went stumpin’ ’round after Gettysburg.
Ole uncle dot and carry one,
and every gun was a golden egg, for the Bankers in New York.
For the bankers in New York, OHoooooo.
No wonder old uncle Hiram wrote poems about P [J. Pierpont] Morgan,
that as a kid of nine I didn’t understand. NO wonder the profit of 15
thousand on a lot of condemned rifles, looked like pretty poor stuff to
men who had lost legs and eyes for the union.