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Source: Lucifer, the Light-Bearer
Source type: magazine
Document type: editorial
Document title: “Emma Goldman Denied a Hearing”
Author(s): Harman, Lillian
Date of publication: 12 October 1901
Volume number: 5
Issue number: 39
Series: third series
Pagination: 315

 
Citation
Harman, Lillian. “Emma Goldman Denied a Hearing.” Lucifer, the Light-Bearer 12 Oct. 1901 v5n39 (3rd series): p. 315.
 
Transcription
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Keywords
Emma Goldman (incarceration); McKinley assassination (investigation of conspiracy: Chicago, IL: criticism); Emma Goldman (public addresses).
 
Named persons
Aesop; Leon Czolgosz; Emma Goldman; Carter H. Harrison, Jr.; William McKinley.
 
Notes
The date of publication provided by the magazine is October 12, E. M. 301.

Whole No. 886.

Alternate magazine title: Lucifer, the Lightbearer.
 
Document

 

Emma Goldman Denied a Hearing

     It is a principle in law, as well as in justice, that the accused shall be heard in his own defense. This principle, however, is absolutely ignored by the Chicago city officials in dealing with Emma Goldman. She was arrested without warrant, held a prisoner for three weeks’ [sic] and then, no evidence being found against her, was simply discharged without trial or a hearing. But the police and press are determined that the people shall believe her guilty, and to that end are trying to prevent her obtaining a hearing anywhere. A hall had been eng[a]ged for last Thursday night, and she was announced to deli[v]er her lecture on “Modern Phases of Anarchy.” This was the lecture which the Buffalo Chief of Police claimed influenced Czolgosz to kill McKinley. The absurdity of that accusation must be manifest to ever[y] one who has heard the lecture, for it is simply a cool, calm resume of the history and tendency of Anarchism, and so far as it deals with methods at all, deprecates the use of violence. Miss Goldman’s strongest defense is the lecture itself. Did the police know this? Possibl[y] not; but if they or Mayor Harrison had been sincere in their effort to promote justice they could doubtless have become acquainted with the nature of the lecture before it was delivered.
     After all, the futility of repressive methods must be appar[e]nt to every one but the most prejudice-blinded. I heard Miss Goldman deliver this lecture, last summer, before the Society of Anthropology. The small hall was full; but the audience probably did not exceed one hundred and fifty. She might have gone on for years delievering [sic] this lecture to small audiences; but as a result of this persecution thousands wi[l]l want to hear her where tens would listen before. The authorities may succeed in silencing her for weeks and months, but the law of demand and supply will work, here as elsewhere, and “Modern Phases of Anarchy” will be read, if not heard, by thousands who, but for her persecution, would never have heard of Emma Goldman.
     The treatment which Miss Goldman and the other Anarchists have undergone at the hands of the Chicago police brings to mind Æsop’s fable of

THE WOLF AND THE LAMB.

     “Once u[p]on a time a Wolf was lapping at a spring on a hillside, when, looking up, what should he see but a Lamb just beginning to drink a little lower down. ‘There’s my supper,’ thought he, ‘if only I can find some excuse to seize it.’ Then he called out to the Lamb, ‘How dare you muddle the water from which I am drinking?’
     “‘Nay, master, nay,’ said Lambkin; ‘if the water be muddy up there, I cannot be the cause of it, for it runs down from you to me.’
     “‘Well, then,’ said the Wolf, ‘why did you call me bad names this time last year?’
     “‘That cannot be,’ said the Lamb; ‘I am only si[x] months old.’
     “‘I don’t care,’ snarled the Wolf; ‘if it was not you, [i]t was your father;’ and with that he rushed upon the poor little Lamb and—

WARRA WARRA WARRA WARRA WARRA

ate her all up. But before she died she gasped out—‘Any excuse will serve a tyrant.’”

 

 


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