This thread really perfectly encapsulates what I was discussing with HistoryGenius in another thread, which is that these young socialists have no principled respect for the poor at all. G. K. Chesterton, in one of his famous advocacies for property redistribution, wrote these lines about urchins who, after being forced into filthy slums, then had their hair sheared to prevent the spread of lice:
'It never seems to strike them that the body is more than raiment; that the Sabbath was made for man; that all institutions shall be judged and damned by whether they have fitted the normal flesh and spirit. It is the test of political sanity to keep your head. It is the test of artistic sanity to keep your hair on.
Now the whole parable and purpose of these last pages, and indeed of all these pages, is this: to assert that we must instantly begin all over again, and begin at the other end. I begin with a little girl's hair. That I know is a good thing at any rate. Whatever else is evil, the pride of a good mother in the beauty of her daughter is good. It is one of those adamantine tendernesses which are the touchstones of every age and race. If other things are against it, other things must go down. If landlords and laws and sciences are against it, landlords and laws and sciences must go down. With the red hair of one she-urchin in the gutter I will set fire to all modern civilization. Because a girl should have long hair, she should have clean hair; because she should have clean hair, she should not have an unclean home: because she should not have an unclean home, she should have a free and leisured mother; because she should have a free mother, she should not have an usurious landlord; because there should not be an usurious landlord, there should be a redistribution of property; because there should be a redistribution of property, there shall be a revolution. That little urchin with the gold-red hair, whom I have just watched toddling past my house, she shall not be lopped and lamed and altered; her hair shall not be cut short like a convict's; no, all the kingdoms of the earth shall be hacked about and mutilated to suit her. She is the human and sacred image; all around her the social fabric shall sway and split and fall; the pillars of society shall be shaken, and the roofs of ages come rushing down, and not one hair of her head shall be harmed.'
This is the uncompromising vision which reshaped materialistic and callous society, which tirelessly advocated for the rights of the poor contra worldly power. Yet what do we see the self-proclaimed socialist advocating here? Chesterton was horrified enough at the injustice of shearing children like cattle that he called for the dissolution of the British Empire. But modern day, self-described advocates of the poor compare impoverished children to acorns, and coldly muse that if we crush them before they sprout roots then we avoid any messy moral conundrums. It echoes the lines which Chesterton invoked just prior to these ones: 'the mob can never rebel unless it is conservative, at least enough to have conserved some reasons for rebelling. It is the most awful thought in all our anarchy, that most of the ancient blows struck for freedom would not be struck at all today, because of the obscuration of the clean, popular customs from which they came.' These so-called defenders of the downtrodden cannot even muster an iota of outrage over the industrial slaughter of poor children; indeed, it is defended as an unholy cure for poverty. We don't even think seriously about human life any more; we are too engrossed in endless escapism and hedonism to raise a little bit of an ire over the butchery of children.