Source: Anarchism and Other Essays
Source type: book
Document type: essay
Document title: “The Psychology of Political Violence”
Author(s): Goldman, Emma
Publisher: Mother Earth Publishing Association
Place of publication: New York, New York
Year of publication: 1910
Pagination: 85-114 (excerpt below includes only pages 94-97)
|Goldman, Emma. “The Psychology of Political Violence.” Anarchism and Other Essays. New York: Mother Earth, 1910: pp. 85-114.|
|excerpt of essay|
|Emma Goldman (connection with anarchists); Leon Czolgosz; economic system (impact on Czolgosz); economic system (impact on society); Lazarus Averbuch.|
|Lazarus Averbuch; Leon Czolgosz; Emma Goldman; George Shippy.|
|Footnote from page 85 defines Attentäter as “[a] revolutionist committing an act of political violence.”|
The Psychology of Political Violence [excerpt]
When we approach the tragedy of September sixth,
1901, we are confronted by one of the most striking examples of how little social
theories are responsible for an act of political violence. “Leon Czolgosz, an
Anarchist, incited to commit the act by Emma Goldman.” To be sure, has she not
incited violence even before her birth, and will she not continue to do so beyond
death? Everything is possible with the Anarchists.
Today, even, nine years after the tragedy, after it was proven a hundred times that Emma Goldman had nothing to do with the event, that no evidence whatsoever exists to indicate that Czolgosz ever called himself an Anarchist, we are confronted with the same lie, fabricated by the police and perpetuated by the press. No living soul ever heard Czolgosz make that statement, nor is there a single written word to prove that the boy ever breathed the accusation. Nothing but ignorance and insane hysteria, which have never yet been able to solve the simplest problem of cause and effect.
The President of a free Republic killed! What else can be the cause, except that the Attentäter must have been insane, or that he was incited to the act.
A free Republic! How a myth will maintain itself, how it will continue to deceive, to dupe, and blind even the comparatively intelligent to its monstrous absurdities. A free Republic! And yet within a little over thirty years a small band of parasites have successfully robbed the American people, and trampled upon the fundamental principles, laid down by the fathers of this country, guaranteeing to  every man, woman, and child “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.” For thirty years they have been increasing their wealth and power at the expense of the vast mass of workers, thereby enlarging the army of the unemployed, the hungry, homeless, and friendless portion of humanity, who are tramping the country from east to west, from north to south, in a vain search for work. For many years the home has been left to the care of the little ones, while the parents are exhausting their life and strength for a mere pittance. For thirty years the sturdy sons of America have been sacrificed on the battlefield of industrial war, and the daughters outraged in corrupt factory surroundings. For long and weary years this process of undermining the nation’s health, vigor, and pride, without much protest from the disinherited and oppressed, has been going on. Maddened by success and victory, the money powers of this “free land of ours” became more and more audacious in their heartless, cruel efforts to compete with the rotten and decayed European tyrannies for supremacy of power.
In vain did a lying press repudiate Leon Czolgosz as a foreigner. The boy was a product of our own free American soil, that lulled him to sleep with,
My country, ’tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty.
Who can tell how many times this American child had gloried in the celebration
of the Fourth of July, or of Decoration Day, when he faithfully honored the
Nation’s dead? Who knows but that he, too, was willing to “fight for his country
and die for her  liberty,” until it dawned
upon him that those he belonged to have no country, because they have been robbed
of all that they have produced; until he realized that the liberty and independence
of his youthful dreams were but a farce. Poor Leon Czolgosz, your crime consisted
of too sensitive a social consciousness. Unlike your idealless and brainless
American brothers, your ideals soared above the belly and the bank account.
No wonder you impressed the one human being among all the infuriated mob at
your trial—a newspaper woman—as a visionary, totally oblivious to your surroundings.
Your large, dreamy eyes must have beheld a new and glorious dawn.
Now, to a recent instance of police-manufactured Anarchist plots. In that bloodstained city, Chicago, the life of Chief of Police Shippy was attempted by a young man named Averbuch. Immediately the cry was sent to the four corners of the world that Averbuch was an Anarchist, and that the Anarchists were responsible for the act. Everyone who was at all known to entertain Anarchist ideas was closely watched, a number of people arrested, the library of an Anarchist group confiscated, and all meetings made impossible. It goes without saying that, as on various previous occasions, I must needs be held responsible for the act. Evidently the American police credit me with occult powers. I did not know Averbuch; in fact, had never before heard his name, and the only way I could have possibly “conspired” with him was in my astral body. But, then, the police are not concerned with logic or justice. What they seek is a target, to mask their absolute ignorance of the cause,  of the psychology of a political act. Was Averbuch an Anarchist? There is no positive proof of it. He had been but three months in the country, did not know the language, and, as far as I could ascertain, was quite unknown to the Anarchists of Chicago.
What led to his act? Averbuch, like most young Russian immigrants, undoubtedly believed in the mythical liberty of America. He received his first baptism by the policeman’s club during the brutal dispersement of the unemployed parade. He further experienced American quality and opportunity in the vain efforts to find an economic master. In short, a three months’ sojourn in the glorious land brought him face to face with the fact that the disinherited are in the same position the world over. In his native land he probably learned that necessity knows no law—there was no difference between a Russian and an American policeman.
The question to the intelligent social student is not whether the acts of Czolgosz or Averbuch were practical, any more than whether the thunderstorm is practical. The thing that will inevitably impress itself on the thinking and feeling man and woman is that the sight of brutal clubbing of innocent victims in a so-called free Republic, and the degrading, soul-destroying economic struggle, furnish the spark that kindles the dynamic force in the overwrought, outraged souls of men like Czolgosz or Averbuch. No amount of persecution, of hounding, of repression, can stay this social phenomenon.