Observations and Comments [excerpt]
IT is twelve years since the rocket of iron—Leon Czolgosz—burst
through the air, and flashed through the country the message of
the Better Day.
It was Leon Czolgosz, an American
youth of Polish extraction, whose soul rose in rebellion against
the indignities and miseries heaped upon the people. He sought to
alleviate the great suffering of his fellowmen; he hoped to find
relief for them by this means and that. But he met only with indifference,
hypocrisy and corruption.
He registered his final protest by
attacking William McKinley. Not the man McKinley, but the chief
magistrate of the land, the official head of the inflated and overbearing
The Nation, incited by the bloodhounds
of the capitalistic press, seemed to go mad in a blind fury of hatred
and persecution of the Anarchists. Even the radicals, with few exceptions,
became to such an extent perverted by the popular madness, that
they entirely failed to grasp the wide significance of Leon’s deed.
The poor boy, misunderstood and forsaken,
was quickly set upon by the vultures of the law and was literally
devoured without much pretence of even the form of justice.
Twelve years have passed since. And
now even the simplest intelligence is beginning to realize that
our whole social structure is based upon the very infamy and rottenness
which the act of Czolgosz aimed to point out.
The dead cannot be brought to life.
But it is being increasingly understood that Leon Czolgosz was of
that idealist calibre which our perverted society forever nails
to the cross. But even if the present is blind, the future will
know to honor the Czolgoszes with the martyred pioneers of a freer,