Friday, October 05, 2012

Excerpt from : The Grapes of Wrath - 11

Then,  with  time,  the  squatters  were  no  longer  squatters,  but  owners; and  their children grew up and had children on the land. And the hunger was gone from them, the feral hunger, the gnawing, tearing hunger for land, for water and earth and the good sky over it, for the green thrusting grass, for the swelling roots. They had these things so  completely  that  they  did  not  know  about  them  any  more.  They  had  no  more  the stomach-tearing  lust  for  a  rich  acre  and  a  shining  blade  to  plow  it,  for  seed  and  a windmill beating its wings in the air. They arose in the dark no more to hear the sleepy birds' first chittering, and the morning wind around the house while they waited for the first light to go out to the dear acres. These things were lost, and crops were reckoned in dollars, and land was valued by principal plus interest, and crops were bought and sold before they were planted. Then crop failure, drought, and flood were no longer little  deaths  within  life,  but  simple  losses  of  money.  And  all  their  love  was  thinned with money, and all their fierceness dribbled away in interest until they were no longer farmers at all, but little shopkeepers of crops, little manufacturers who must sell before they can make. Then those farmers who were not good shopkeepers lost their land to good shopkeepers. No matter how clever, how loving a man might be with earth and growing things, he could not survive if he were not also a good shopkeeper. And as time went on, the business men had the farms, and the farms grew larger, but there were fewer of them.
Now farming became industry, and the owners followed Rome, although they did not know it. They imported slaves, although they did not call them slaves: Chinese, Japanese,  Mexicans,  Filipinos.  They  live  on  rice  and  beans,  the  business  men  said. They don't need much. They wouldn't know what to do with good wages. Why, look how they live. Why, look what they eat. And if they get funny—deport them.



05-10-2012, 08:32

And  in  the towns, the storekeepers hated them because they had no money to spend. There is no shorter path to a storekeeper's contempt, and all his admirations are exactly opposite.


05-10-2012, 08:34

How can you frighten a man whose hunger is not only in his own cramped stomach but in the wretched bellies of his children? You can't scare him—he has known a fear beyond every other.


05-10-2012, 08:34

And the great owners, who must lose their land in an upheaval, the great owners with  access  to  history,  with  eyes  to  read  history  and  to  know the  great  fact:  when property  accumulates  in  too  few  hands  it  is  taken  away.  And  that  companion  fact: when a majority of the people are hungry and cold they will take by force what they need. And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed. The great owners ignored the three cries of history. The land fell into fewer hands, the number of the dispossessed increased, and every effort of the great owners was directed at repression. The money was spent for arms, for gas to protect the great holdings, and spies were sent to catch the murmuring of revolt so that it might be stamped out. The changing economy was ignored, plans for the change ignored; and only means to destroy revolt were considered, while the causes of revolt went on.

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