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<h2>THE PARLIAMENT OF THE PEOPLE</h2>
<p>For a long time this country of ours has lacked one of the
institutions which freemen have always and everywhere held
fundamental. For a long time there has been no sufficient
opportunity of counsel among the people; no place and method of
talk, of exchange of opinion, of parley. Communities have outgrown
the folk-moot and the town-meeting. Congress, in accordance with
the genius of the land, which asks for action and is impatient of
words,—Congress has become an institution which does its work
in the privacy of committee rooms and not on the floor of the
Chamber; a body that makes laws,—a legislature; not a body
that debates,—not a parliament. Party conventions afford
little or no opportunity for discussion; platforms are privately
manufactured and adopted with a whoop. It <SPAN name="Page_91" id="Page_91"></SPAN>is partly because citizens have foregone the taking
of counsel together that the unholy alliances of bosses and Big
Business have been able to assume to govern for us.</p>
<p>I conceive it to be one of the needs of the hour to restore the
processes of common counsel, and to substitute them for the
processes of private arrangement which now determine the policies
of cities, states, and nation. We must learn, we freemen, to meet,
as our fathers did, somehow, somewhere, for consultation. There
must be discussion and debate, in which all freely participate.</p>
<p>It must be candid debate, and it must have for its honest
purpose the clearing up of questions and the establishing of the
truth. Too much political discussion is not to honest purpose, but
only for the confounding of an opponent. I am often reminded, when
political debate gets warm and we begin to hope that the truth is
making inroads on the reason of those who have denied it, of the
way a debate in Virginia once seemed likely to end:</p>
<p>When I was a young man studying at Char<SPAN name="Page_92" id="Page_92"></SPAN>lottesville, there were two factions in the
Democratic party in the State of Virginia which were having a
pretty hot contest with each other. In one of the counties one of
these factions had practically no following at all. A man named
Massey, one of its redoubtable debaters, though a little, slim,
insignificant-looking person, sent a messenger up into this county
and challenged the opposition to debate with him. They didn't quite
like the idea, but they were too proud to decline, so they put up
their best debater, a big, good-natured man whom everybody was
familiar with as "Tom," and it was arranged that Massey should have
the first hour and that Tom Whatever-his-name-was should succeed
him the next hour. When the occasion came, Massey, with his
characteristic shrewdness, began to get underneath the skins of the
audience, and he hadn't made more than half his speech before it
was evident that he was getting that hostile crowd with him;
whereupon one of Tom's partisans in the back of the room, seeing
how things were going, cried out: "Tom, call him a liar and make it
a fight!"</p>
<p><SPAN name="Page_93" id="Page_93"></SPAN>Now, that kind of debate,
that spirit in discussion, gets us nowhere. Our national affairs
are too serious, they lie too close to the well-being of each one
of us, to excuse our talking about them except in earnestness and
candor and a willingness to speak and listen with open minds. It is
a misfortune that attends the party system that in the heat of a
campaign partisan passions are so aroused that we cannot have frank
discussion. Yet I am sure that I observe, and that all citizens
must observe, an almost startling change in the temper of the
people in this respect. The campaign just closed was markedly
different from others that had preceded it in the degree to which
party considerations were forgotten in the seriousness of the
things we had to discuss as common citizens of an endangered
country.</p>
<p>There is astir in the air of America something that I for one
never saw before, never felt before. I have been going to political
meetings all my life, though not all my life playing an immodestly
conspicuous part in them; and there is a spirit in our political
meetings now <SPAN name="Page_94" id="Page_94"></SPAN>that I never saw
before. It hasn't been very many years, let me say for example,
that women attended political meetings. And women are attending
political meetings now not simply because there is a woman question
in politics; they are attending them because the modern political
meeting is not like the political meeting of five or ten years ago.
That was a mere ratification rally. That was a mere occasion for
"whooping it up" for somebody. That was merely an occasion upon
which one party was denounced unreasonably and the other was lauded
unreasonably. No party has ever deserved quite the abuse that each
party has got in turn, and nobody has ever deserved the praise that
both parties have got in turn. The old political meeting was a
wholly irrational performance; it was got together for the purpose
of saying things that were chiefly not so and that were known by
those who heard them not to be so, and were simply to be taken as a
tonic in order to produce cheers.</p>
<p>But I am very much mistaken in the temper <SPAN name="Page_95" id="Page_95"></SPAN>of my fellow-countrymen if the meetings I have seen
in the last two years bear any resemblance to those older meetings.
Men now get together in a political meeting in order to hear things
of the deepest consequence discussed. And you will find almost as
many Republicans in a Democratic meeting as you will find Democrats
in a Republican meeting; the spirit of frank discussion, of common
counsel, is abroad.</p>
<p>Good will it be for the country if the interest in public
concerns manifested so widely and so sincerely be not suffered to
expire with the election! Why should political debate go on only
when somebody is to be elected? Why should it be confined to
campaign time?</p>
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<p>There is a movement on foot in which, in common with many men
and women who love their country, I am greatly
interested,—the movement to open the schoolhouse to the
grown-up people in order that they may gather and talk over the
affairs of the neighborhood and the state. There are schoolhouses
all over <SPAN name="Page_96" id="Page_96"></SPAN>the land which are not
used by the teachers and children in the summer months, which are
not used in the winter time in the evening for school purposes.
These buildings belong to the public. Why not insist everywhere
that they be used as places of discussion, such as of old took
place in the town-meetings to which everybody went and where every
public officer was freely called to account? The schoolhouse, which
belongs to all of us, is a natural place in which to gather to
consult over our common affairs.</p>
<p>I was very much interested in the remark of a fellow-citizen of
ours who had been born on the other side of the water. He said that
not long ago he wandered into one of those neighborhood schoolhouse
meetings, and there found himself among people who were discussing
matters in which they were all interested; and when he came out he
said to me: "I have been living in America now ten years, and
to-night for the first time I saw America as I had imagined it to
be. This gathering together of men of all sorts upon a perfect
footing of equality to discuss frankly with one another what
con<SPAN name="Page_97" id="Page_97"></SPAN>cerned them all,—that
is what I dreamed America was."</p>
<p>That set me to thinking. He hadn't seen the America he had come
to find until that night. Had he not felt like a neighbor? Had men
not consulted him? He had felt like an outsider. Had there been no
little circles in which public affairs were discussed?</p>
<p>You know that the great melting-pot of America, the place where
we are all made Americans of, is the public school, where men of
every race and of every origin and of every station in life send
their children, or ought to send their children, and where, being
mixed together, the youngsters are all infused with the American
spirit and developed into American men and American women. When, in
addition to sending our children to school to paid teachers, we go
to school to one another in those same schoolhouses, then we shall
begin more fully to realize than we ever have realized before what
American life is. And let me tell you this, confidentially, that
wherever you find school boards that object to opening the <SPAN name=
"Page_98" id="Page_98"></SPAN>schoolhouses in the evening for public
meetings of every proper sort, you had better look around for some
politician who is objecting to it; because the thing that cures bad
politics is talk by the neighbors. The thing that brings to light
the concealed circumstances of our political life is the talk of
the neighborhood; and if you can get the neighbors together, get
them frankly to tell everything they know, then your politics, your
ward politics, and your city politics, and your state politics,
too, will be turned inside out,—in the way they ought to be.
Because the chief difficulty our politics has suffered is that the
inside didn't look like the outside. Nothing clears the air like
frank discussion.</p>
<p>One of the valuable lessons of my life was due to the fact that
at a comparatively early age in my experience as a public speaker I
had the privilege of speaking in Cooper Union in New York. The
audience in Cooper Union is made up of every kind of man and woman,
from the poor devil who simply comes in to keep warm up to the man
who has come in to take a serious <SPAN name="Page_99" id="Page_99"></SPAN>part in the discussion of the evening. I want to tell
you this, that in the questions that are asked there after the
speech is over, the most penetrating questions that I have ever had
addressed to me came from some of the men who were the least
well-dressed in the audience, came from the plain fellows, came
from the fellows whose muscle was daily up against the whole
struggle of life. They asked questions which went to the heart of
the business and put me to my mettle to answer them. I felt as if
those questions came as a voice out of life itself, not a voice out
of any school less severe than the severe school of experience. And
what I like about this social centre idea of the schoolhouse is
that there is the place where the ordinary fellow is going to get
his innings, going to ask his questions, going to express his
opinions, going to convince those who do not realize the vigor of
America that the vigor of America pulses in the blood of every true
American, and that the only place he can find the true American is
in this clearing-house of absolutely democratic opinion.</p>
<p><SPAN name="Page_100" id="Page_100"></SPAN>No one man understands the
United States. I have met some gentlemen who professed they did. I
have even met some business men who professed they held in their
own single comprehension the business of the United States; but I
am educated enough to know that they do not. Education has this
useful effect, that it narrows of necessity the circles of one's
egotism. No student knows his subject. The most he knows is where
and how to find out the things he does not know with regard to it.
That is also the position of a statesman. No statesman understands
the whole country. He should make it his business to find out where
he will get the information necessary to understand at least a part
of it at a time when dealing with complex affairs. What we need is
a universal revival of common counsel.</p>
<p>I have sometimes reflected on the lack of a body of public
opinion in our cities, and once I contrasted the habits of the city
man with those of the countryman in a way which got me into
trouble. I described what a man in a <SPAN name="Page_101" id="Page_101"></SPAN>city generally did when he got into a public vehicle
or sat in a public place. He doesn't talk to anybody, but he
plunges his head into a newspaper and presently experiences a
reaction which he calls his opinion, but which is not an opinion at
all, being merely the impression that a piece of news or an
editorial has made upon him. He cannot be said to be participating
in public opinion at all until he has laid his mind alongside the
minds of his neighbors and discussed with them the incidents of the
day and the tendencies of the time.</p>
<p>Where I got into trouble was, that I ventured on a comparison. I
said that public opinion was not typified on the streets of a busy
city, but was typified around the stove in a country store where
men sat and probably chewed tobacco and spat into a sawdust box,
and made up, before they got through, what was the neighborhood
opinion both about persons and events; and then, inadvertently, I
added this philosophical reflection, that, whatever might be said
against the chewing of tobacco, this at least could be said for it:
that <SPAN name="Page_102" id="Page_102"></SPAN>it gave a man time to
think between sentences. Ever since then I have been represented,
particularly in the advertisements of tobacco firms, as in favor of
the use of chewing tobacco!</p>
<p>The reason that some city men are not more catholic in their
ideas is that they do not share the opinion of the country, and the
reason that some countrymen are rustic is that they do not know the
opinion of the city; they are both hampered by their limitations. I
heard the other day of a woman who had lived all her life in a city
and in an hotel. She made a first visit to the country last summer,
and spent a week in a farmhouse. Asked afterward what had
interested her most about her experience, she replied that it was
hearing the farmer "page his cows!"</p>
<p>A very urban point of view with regard to a common rustic
occurrence, and yet that language showed the sharp, the inelastic
limits of her thought. She was provincial in the extreme; she
thought even more narrowly than in the terms of a city; she thought
in the terms of an hotel. In proportion as we are confined within
the walls of one hostelry or one city or <SPAN name="Page_103" id="Page_103"></SPAN>one state, we are provincial. We can do nothing more
to advance our country's welfare than to bring the various
communities within the counsels of the nation. The real difficulty
of our nation has been that not enough of us realized that the
matters we discussed were matters of common concern. We have talked
as if we had to serve now this part of the country and again that
part, now this interest and again that interest; as if all
interests were not linked together, provided we understood them and
knew how they were related to one another.</p>
<p>If you would know what makes the great river as it nears the
sea, you must travel up the stream. You must go up into the hills
and back into the forests and see the little rivulets, the little
streams, all gathering in hidden places to swell the great body of
water in the channel. And so with the making of public opinion:
Back in the country, on the farms, in the shops, in the hamlets, in
the homes of cities, in the schoolhouses, where men get together
and are frank and true with one another, there come trickling down
the streams which <SPAN name="Page_104" id="Page_104"></SPAN>are to make
the mighty force of the river, the river which is to drive all the
enterprises of human life as it sweeps on into the great common sea
of humanity.</p>
<p>I feel nothing so much as the intensity of the common man. I can
pick out in any audience the men who are at ease in their fortunes:
they are seeing a public man go through his stunts. But there are
in every crowd other men who are not doing that,—men who are
listening as if they were waiting to hear if there were somebody
who could speak the thing that is stirring in their own hearts and
minds. It makes a man's heart ache to think that he cannot be sure
that he is doing it for them; to wonder whether they are longing
for something that he does not understand. He prays God that
something will bring into his consciousness what is in theirs, so
that the whole nation may feel at last released from its dumbness,
feel at last that there is no invisible force holding it back from
its goal, feel at last that there is hope and confidence and that
the road may be trodden as if we were <SPAN name="Page_105" id="Page_105"></SPAN>brothers, shoulder to shoulder, not asking each
other anything about differences of class, not contesting for any
selfish advance, but united in the common enterprise.</p>
<p>The burden that is upon the heart of every conscientious public
man is the burden of the thought that perhaps he does not
sufficiently comprehend the national life. For, as a matter of
fact, no single man does comprehend it. The whole purpose of
democracy is that we may hold counsel with one another, so as not
to depend upon the understanding of one man, but to depend upon the
counsel of all. For only as men are brought into counsel, and state
their own needs and interests, can the general interests of a great
people be compounded into a policy that will be suitable to
all.</p>
<p>I have realized all my life, as a man connected with the tasks
of education, that the chief use of education is to open the
understanding to comprehend as many things as possible. That it is
not what a man knows,—for no man knows a great
deal,—but what a man has upon his mind to find out; it is his
ability to <SPAN name="Page_106" id="Page_106"></SPAN>understand things,
it is his connection with the great masses of men that makes him
fit to speak for others,—and only that. I have associated
with some of the gentlemen who are connected with the special
interests of this country (and many of them are pretty fine men, I
can tell you), but, fortunately for me, I have associated with a
good many other persons besides; I have not confined my
acquaintance to these interesting groups, and I can actually tell
those gentlemen some things that they have not had time to find
out. It has been my great good fortune not to have had my head
buried in special undertakings, and, therefore, I have had an
occasional look at the horizon. Moreover, I found out, a long time
ago, fortunately for me, when I was a boy, that the United States
did not consist of that part of it in which I lived. There was a
time when I was a very narrow provincial, but happily the
circumstances of my life made it necessary that I should go to a
very distant part of the country, and I early found out what a very
limited acquaintance I had with the United States, found out that
<SPAN name="Page_107" id="Page_107"></SPAN>the only thing that would give
me any sense at all in discussing the affairs of the United States
was to know as many parts of the United States as possible.</p>
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<p>The men who have been ruling America must consent to let the
majority into the game. We will no longer permit any system to go
uncorrected which is based upon private understandings and expert
testimony; we will not allow the few to continue to determine what
the policy of the country is to be. It is a question of access to
our own government. There are very few of us who have had any real
access to the government. It ought to be a matter of common
counsel; a matter of united counsel; a matter of mutual
comprehension.</p>
<p>So, keep the air clear with constant discussion. Make every
public servant feel that he is acting in the open and under
scrutiny; and, above all things else, take these great fundamental
questions of your lives with which political platforms concern
themselves and search them through and through by every process of
debate.<SPAN name="Page_108" id="Page_108"></SPAN> Then we shall have a
clear air in which we shall see our way to each kind of social
betterment. When we have freed our government, when we have
restored freedom of enterprise, when we have broken up the
partnerships between money and power which now block us at every
turn, then we shall see our way to accomplish all the handsome
things which platforms promise in vain if they do not start at the
point where stand the gates of liberty.</p>
<p>I am not afraid of the American people getting up and doing
something. I am only afraid they will not; and when I hear a
popular vote spoken of as mob government, I feel like telling the
man who dares so to speak that he has no right to call himself an
American. You cannot make a reckless, passionate force out of a
body of sober people earning their living in a free country. Just
picture to yourselves the voting population of this great land,
from the sea to the far borders in the mountains, going calmly, man
by man, to the polls, expressing its judgment about public affairs:
is that your image of "a mob?"</p>
<p><SPAN name="Page_109" id="Page_109"></SPAN>What is a mob? A mob is a
body of men in hot contact with one another, moved by ungovernable
passion to do a hasty thing that they will regret the next day. Do
you see anything resembling a mob in that voting population of the
countryside, men tramping over the mountains, men going to the
general store up in the village, men moving in little talking
groups to the corner grocery to cast their ballots,—is that
your notion of a mob? Or is that your picture of a free,
self-governing people? I am not afraid of the judgments so
expressed, if you give men time to think, if you give them a clear
conception of the things they are to vote for; because the deepest
conviction and passion of my heart is that the common people, by
which I mean all of us, are to be absolutely trusted.</p>
<p>So, at this opening of a new age, in this its day of unrest and
discontent, it is our part to clear the air, to bring about common
counsel; to set up the parliament of the people; to demonstrate
that we are fighting no man, that we are trying to bring all men to
understand <SPAN name="Page_110" id="Page_110"></SPAN>one another; that
we are not the friends of any class against any other class, but
that our duty is to make classes understand one another. Our part
is to lift so high the incomparable standards of the common
interest and the common justice that all men with vision, all men
with hope, all men with the convictions of America in their hearts,
will crowd to that standard and a new day of achievement may come
for the liberty which we love.</p>
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