"I say we had best look our times and lands
searchingly in the face, like a physician diagnosing some deep disease. Never
was there, perhaps, more hollowness at heart than at present, and here in the
United States. Genuine belief seems to have left us. The underlying principles
of the States are not honestly believed in (for all this hectic glow, and these
melodramatic screamings), nor is humanity itself believed in. What penetrating
eye does not everywhere see through the mask? The spectacle is appalling. We
live in an atmosphere of hypocrisy throughout. The men believe not in the
women, nor the women in the men…. The depravity of the business classes of our
country is not less than has been supposed, but infinitely greater. The
official services of America, national, state, and municipal, in all their
branches and departments, except the judiciary, are saturated in corruption,
bribery, falsehood, maladministration; and the judiciary is tainted. The great
cities reek with respectable as much as non-respectable robbery and
scoundrelism. In fashionable life, flippancy, tepid amours, weak infidelism,
small aims, or no aims at all, only to kill time. In business (this
all-devouring modern world, business), the one sole object is, by any means,
pecuniary gain. The magician's serpent in the fable ate up all the other
serpents; and moneymaking is our magician's serpent, remaining today sole
master of the field. The best class we show, is but a mob of fashionably
dressed speculators and vulgarians.” —American poet Walt Whitman (1819-1892), Democratic Vistas (1871)
“Melodramatic screamings”? “Atmosphere of hypocrisy”?
Men and women who don’t believe in each other? “The depravity of the business classes”?
“Speculators and vulgarians”? Have any of these post-Civil War conditions
changed, really?
Maybe--except that, as soon as one reform is introduced, somebody thinks of a way to circumvent it.
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