Word: mobbing
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...conflict between the man who takes pride in his work, and the men who want to get by, both representing labor. The description of the finale, the uprising of the unions, reads like a transplanted French Revolution. It is superbly handled. The vivid impression one gets of the hysterical mob rule, the just for revenge against 'the scab', and the quick change from hate to respect for their enemy after the fires have died down is unsurpassable. In conclusion a word should be said about the drawing of some of the characters. Pegano and "Ma" Pegano the fat Italians...
...Acts of intimidation and violence are not accidental outbursts of mob violence but calculated lawlessness. . . . For collective bargaining this (labor) monopoly has substituted collective bludgeoning...
...Anatol Vassilievitch Lunacharsky, Minister of Education: " ' Illiteracy,' he told me once, 'is the great curse of Russia; we must fight illiteracy like the plague.' . . . Has left off composing sonnets to fight ignorance, superstition, drunkenness, prejudice, disease, dirt." Bitterly attacked. Saved Tsarist statues from the mob. Heated art galleries during fuel famines. Assisted by wives of Soviet leaders. Sans peur et sans reproche, the "gentleman" of the Revolution. Of Gregory Vassilievitch Tchitcherin, Foreign Minister, aristocrat: "Living alone in a barren room on the top floor of the Foreign Office, he is as far removed socially and physically...
...Tory M. P., who favors reprisals in Ireland, his father-in-law is an Earl perched on a dizzy pinnacle of aristocracy, his brother, a Black and Tan, is shot by a sniper. Furthermore, Bertram Pollard has an uncommonly soft heart. He can no more hate and despise the " mob" with whom he fought in France than he can turn his back on his Tory connections. So he goes striding disconsolately down the middle of the road, trying to be tolerant, taking no sides, finding it "all very difficult." His child is stillborn. No link remains between himself...
...enough bread, they hurled what they had; since dishes were bare, they broke them. Finally they raised their Jolly Roger, a sign on which a skull and bones had been drawn with the epitaph underneath: "This man ate at Commons." While one must make liberal allowance for mob contagion and the human weakness for kicking, yet when five hundred students join their voices in the chorus of woe there must be something to cause the ferment...