Impromptu: The Suckers
Take it out in vile whisky, take it out
in lifting your skirts to show your silken
crotches; it is this that is intended.
You are it. Your pleas will always be denied.
You too will always go up with the two guys,
scapegoats to save the Republic and
especially the State of Massachusetts. The
Governor says so and you ain’t supposed
to ask for details ——
Your case has been reviewed by high—minded
and unprejudiced observers (like hell
they were!) the president of a great
university, the president of a noteworthy
technical school and a judge too old to sit
on the bench, men already rewarded for
their services to pedagogy and the enforcement
of arbitrary statutes. In other words
pimps to tradition ——
Why in hell, didn’t they choose some other
kind of ``unprejudiced adviser’ for their
death council? instead of sticking to that
autocratic strain of Boston backwahs, except
that the council was far from unprejudiced
but the product of a rejected, discredited
class long since outgrown except for use in
courts and schools, and that they
wanted it so ——
Why didn’t they choose at least one decent
Jew or some fair—minded Negro or anybody
but such a triumvirate of inversion, the
New England aristocracy, bent on working off
a grudge against you, Americans, you
are the suckers, you are the one who will
be going up on the eleventh to get the current
shot into you, for the glory of the state
and the perpetuation of abstract justice ——
And all this in the face of the facts: that
the man who swore, and deceived the jury
willfully by so doing, that the bullets found
in the bodies of the deceased could be
identified as having been fired from the pistol
of one of the accused ——later
acknowledged that he could not so identify
them; that the jurors now seven years after
the crime do not remember the details and
have wanted to forget them; that the
prosecution has never succeeded in
apprehending the accomplices nor in connecting
the prisoners with any of the loot stolen ——
The case is perfect against you, all the
documents say so ——in spite of the fact that
it is reasonably certain that you were not
at the scene of the crime, shown, quite as
convincingly as the accusing facts in the
court evidence, by better reasoning to have
been committed by someone else with whom
the loot can be connected and among whom the
accomplices can be found ——
It’s no use, you are Americans, just the dregs.
It’s all you deserve. You’ve got the cash,
what the hell do you care? You’ve got
nothing to lose. You are inheritors of a great
tradition. My country right or wrong!
You do what you’re told to do. You don’t
answer back the way Tommy Jeff did or Ben
Frank or Georgie Washing. I’ll say you
don’t. You’re civilized. You let your
betters tell you where you get off. Go
ahead ——
But after all, the thing that swung heaviest
against you was that you were scared when
they copped you. Explain that you
nature’s nobleman! For you know that every
American is innocent and at peace in his
own heart. he hasn’t a damned thing to be
afraid of. He knows the government is for
him. Why, when a cop steps up and grabs
you at night you just laugh and think it’s
a hell of a good joke ——
This is what was intended from the first.
So take it our in your rotten whisky and
silk underwear. That’s what you get out of
it. But put it down in your memory that this
is the kind of stuff they can’t get away
with. It is there and it’s loaded. No one
can understand what makes the present age
what it is. They are mystified by certain
instances.
