The capitalist occupies the very best pew in the house of God—and lays beautiful bank-bills in the collection plate.
The minister is embarrassed—and impressed.
The pastor and his master divide up.
The war? Isn’t war hell?
It beats hell.
But it is “all for the best”—mysteriously.
With conscience “seared as with a hot iron” the preacher joins the politician; and the precious pair unite their rented voices in patriotic melody in support of the capitalist class.
Brother,—you of the working class,—Jew, Roman Catholic, Greek Catholic, Protestant, peaceful Buddhist or peaceful Confucian, or what else,—wherever you are, whatever you are in religion, worshipping, searching, groping through the universe for God, worship as you prefer, worship whom you prefer: I do not seek to break your church allegiance. But, sir, to save your life, to save your own wife’s tears, to defend your own children, to protect your own working class, I do wish to have you realize distinctly that:—
The working class must draw the bayonet from its own breast. So far as war is concerned the working class must band together and stand together against war. The working class must themselves protect the working class against the industrial system through which they are robbed and betrayed.
The workers of the world need a political party of their own class—and as wide as the world, International, and committed to justice and therefore to peace.