The Anarchistic Saloon
President McKinley is Assassinated by a Saloon-Educated
The Old Story. Who is Responsible? The Nation’s Duty.
WHO SHALL FALL NEXT?
Political clubs, ambitious
politicians whose ear may always be found close to the ground and
those newspapers which are anything but leaders of public opinion
are now uniting in a demand for such legislation by congress as
will exclude known anarchists from our shores. This is well and
can be realized none too soon. It is noteworthy, however, that few
of these people who are loudest in denunciation of anarchy are wearing
themselves out by the earnestness of their opposition to the saloon,
which more than any other institution—more than all other institutions
combined—is the nest in which the whole brood of anarchistic rattlesnakes
is born and from which, from time to time, they crawl forth to hiss
and poison and destroy.
If the assassination of President
McKinley was the result of a plot, its details have not yet been
discovered but some known facts in connection with the awful crime
illustrate the closeness of the relation existing between these
two dastardly institutions. Czolgosz formerly kept a saloon in Cleveland,
and at another time worked in a brewery. At Buffalo, he stopped
at a cheap saloon hotel, the pictures of which show that the saloon
is its business end. To feel at home amid such surroundings, to
be personally connected with the most law-defying business under
the sun is a mighty poor education in respect for law.
The dailies tell us that upon receipt
of the news of the President’s assassination, the anarchists of
Chicago, Paterson, N. J., and other cities where they are numerous,
gathered in saloons and drank the health of the assassin in beer.
The arrest of Johann Most, perhaps the most widely known anarchist
in the land, was made in a New York saloon over which are the offices
of his paper. Nine of the twelve persons now under arrest in Chicago
as suspected anarchists were rounded up in saloons.
All this is but a repetition of what
ought to have made a deep and permanent impression upon the public
mind at the time of the trial and execution of the Chicago anarchists,
guilty of the Haymarket riot. No fact in that notable trial was
more marked that that [sic] in NEARLY EVERY CASE THE ANARCHISTS
HAD BEEN ACCUSTOMED TO HOLD THEIR MEETINGS, PUBLISH THEIR LITERATURE
AND CONDUCT THEIR DRILLS IN A SALOON, UNDER A SALOON, OVER A SALOON,
OR NEXT DOOR TO A SALOON. These awful facts, pregnant with danger
to the Republic and to the life of its every citizen and official,
were as widely published as was the account of the riot itself.
Yet all these years which have followed, as before, the saloon has
been allowed—THE AMERICAN PEOPLE HAVE ALLOWED IT—TO OPENLY AND PERSISTENTLY
DEFY EVERY LAW ENACTED FOR ITS REGULATION.
So firm a hold has it upon the political
life of the country, so fully does it OWN the great political parties,
so well-satisfied are the masses of the people with the rule of
the anarchistic saloon—AT LEAST SO FAR AS THEIR BALLOTS EXPRESS
THEIR VIEWS AND DEMANDS—that hardly an office seeker in the land
known outside his bailiwick has dared to say, “I am opposed to the
saloon.” WE, THE PEOPLE, HAVE BEEN CONSTANTLY SOWING THE SEEDS OF
ANARCHY AND ARE STILL SOWING THEM. WHY DO WE WONDER AT THE HARVEST?
What are we going to do about the
anarchistic saloon? Unless we do something about it, unless we do
the only thing worth doing, UNLESS WE KILL THE SALOON, IT WILL PRODUCE
STILL GREATER HARVESTS OF SORROW, SHAME AND CRIME.