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<h2> ALTAR AND THRONE. * </h2>
<p>* June 11, 1893.<br/></p>
<p>Myriads of honest, industrious women in England are laboring excessively
for a bare pittance; day after day they go through the same monotonous and
exhausting round of toil; and the end of it all is a bit of bread for some
who are dear to them, and a squalid, cheerless existence for themselves.
Sometimes, when work is scarce, and sheer starvation confronts them, they
are driven to the last resource of selling their bodies, and enter the
unspeakable inferno of prostitution.</p>
<p>England has thousands of other women who are lapped in an enervating and
degrading luxury—without occupation, with none but frivolous cares—who
fancy themselves infinitely superior to their poor, slaving, ill-dressed,
and toilworn sisters.</p>
<p>These disparities are as great as any that existed in the "infamous" days
of pagan Rome. The world has had eighteen hundred years of Christianity,
and its "salvation" is still in the dim and distant future.</p>
<p>While the clergy have preached a hell after death, the people have been
left simmering in a real hell in this life—the hell of ignorance,
poverty, oppression, and misery.</p>
<p>Christianity is now boasting of what it is <i>going</i> to do. It says it
begins to understand Jesus Christ; it means to follows in its Master's
footsteps; it will strain every nerve to raise the downtrodden, to better
the condition of the poor, and to give true comfort to the afflicted.
There are some individual Christians who mean this and try to practise it.
But for the most part these fine new promises of Christianity are nothing
but sermon decorations, words for deeds, sawdust for bread, flash notes
for good coin of the realm.</p>
<p>We have but to look around us at this moment to see the true fruits of
Christianity. It is the same fruit that <i>all</i> religion bears. Under
the pretence of being the best friend of the people, Christianity (like
other religions) has been the real friend of the privileged classes. It
has also fostered a public sentiment in this direction. To prove this let
us take a case in point.</p>
<p>Some time ago an English princess lost her lover by death. She was said to
be inconsolable. But before long it was whispered that she was to marry
her lover's brother. At length it was announced in the papers, only to be
contradicted as a false rumor which very much hurt the feelings of all the
parties it concerned. Those who understood the nature of such
contradictions smiled. By and bye the contradicted rumor was announced
authoritatively. Princess May <i>was</i> to marry the gentleman in
question. "Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by
this sun of York."</p>
<p>All England was soon astir with loyal enthusiasm, and people were
everywhere set subscribing for presents to the dear Princess. Soldiers and
sailors are sweated. Pressure is put upon theatrical people. "You <i>must</i>
give <i>something</i>," is the cry. The City of London is to spend £2,500
on a necklace. One lady gives the royal couple a splendid country house
with magnificent grounds. Committees are formed right and left, and tens
of thousands of pounds will be raised, on the ground that "unto him that
hath shall be given"—in some cases, also, without neglecting the
rest of the text, that "from him that hath not shall be taken away even
that which he hath."</p>
<p>Who is the Princess May? Very likely a pleasant young lady. Happily there
are myriads of them in England. What has she ever done? She took the
trouble to be born. Her husband that is to be has an income from "the
service." His father has £36,000 a year, voted by Parliament, for the
express purpose of providing for his children—in addition to his big
income from other sources. All things considered, it does not seem that
Princess May and the Duke of York are in want of anything. But how many
other women—to say nothing of men—<i>are</i> in want! Is not
this lavish generosity to a pair of royal and well-provided lovers an
insult to the working people of England? Is it not a special insult to the
multitude of poor, struggling women, whose earnings are taxed to support
the classes who lord it over them? It may, of course, be replied that poor
women like the idea of all these presents to the Princess. Perhaps they
do. But that only makes it worse. It shows their training has corrupted
them. The last vice of a slave is to admire his oppressor.</p>
<p>Christianity is satisfied with this state of things. Christian ministers
will wink at it, when they do not bless it and approve it with a text. The
Archbishop of Canterbury will officiate at the royal wedding, and deliver
one of those courtier-like homilies which may be expected from one who
takes £15,000 a year to preach the blessings of poverty and the damnable
nature of wealth. This is what comes of eighteen hundred years of the
"poor Carpenter's" religion. His texts of renunciation are idle verbiage.
His name is used to bamboozle the people, to despoil them, and to make
them patient asses under their burdens.</p>
<p>Religion and privilege go together. What does the New Testament say? "Fear
God and honor the king." Fearing God means supporting the clergy. Honoring
the king means keeping one family in foolish luxury, as a symbol of the
whole system of privilege which is maintained by the systematic
exploitation of the people. We are crucified between two thieves who mock
us, but do not share our cross; the spiritual thief, who robs us of our
birthright of mental freedom, and the temporal thief, who robs us of the
fruit of our labor. <i>Arcades ambo</i>.</p>
<p>Some people will think we have written too plainly. We beg to tell them
that we have had to practise self-restraint. The fat would be in the fire
with a vengeance if we gave free expression to our disgust. The only hope
for the future of society lies in the absolute extermination of
Christianity. That is the superstition which fools and degrades Europe,
and we must fight it to the death.</p>
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