Because he came from the bottom up and never forgot—never hesitated to defend—“even the least of these,” including his sad, shamed, outlawed sister;
Because he did not whimper and cringe when certain religiously eminent small souls spat in the face of the World Soul;
Because the great wholesome brother was a true Social Soul, loving all mankind;
Because, especially because, he so finely forgave the thoughtless working class soldiers who mocked him, forced a thorn crown upon his head, drove nails through his flesh, sneered at his agonies, and thrust a spear into their working class Brother Carpenter;
Because he said, “Put up thy sword,” regarded no man as “foreigner,” and died for International Fraternalism.
A Social Man.
A Sample.
I love him.
Let us, too, brother, be social and international.
Let us bury the hatchet, break the rifle, spike the cannon, despise the sword, accept the Sermon on the Mount for its spirit of peace, and scorn any sermon that urges us to war against our own class brothers. Let us detest any sermon that stirs and fosters the tiger within us and arrests our social development.