<p>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, <i>if
you are men of the State</i>, 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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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 <i>they</i>
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.</p>
<p>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 <i>men</i> being <i>forced</i> 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.</p>
<p class="p2">
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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>This is the whole history of “My Prisons.”</p>
<p class="p2">
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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p class="poem">
“We must affect our country as our parents,<br/>
And if at any time we alienate<br/>
Out love of industry from doing it honor,<br/>
We must respect effects and teach the soul<br/>
Matter of conscience and religion,<br/>
And not desire of rule or benefit.”</p>
<p class="noindent">
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?</p>
<p>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 <i>is not</i> never for a long time appearing
<i>to be</i> to him, unwise rulers or reformers cannot fatally interrupt
him.</p>
<p>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]</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
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