It should be a friend, a comrade, a fellow-servant of the great Master,
taking counsel with them, asking their help. Government by the people
for the people! It must be made real. These silent, thoughtful-looking
workers, hurrying homewards through the darkening streets; these patient,
shrewd-planning housewives casting their shadows on the drawn-down
blinds: it was they who should be shaping the world, not the journalists
to whom all life was but so much "copy." This monstrous conspiracy, once
of the Sword, of the Church, now of the Press, that put all Government
into the hands of a few stuffy old gentlemen, politicians, leader
writers, without sympathy or understanding: it was time that it was swept
away. She would raise a new standard. It should be, not "Listen to me,
oh ye dumb," but, "Speak to me. Tell me your hidden hopes, your fears,
your dreams. Tell me your experience, your thoughts born of knowledge,
of suffering."
She would get into correspondence with them, go among them, talk to them.
The difficulty, at first, would be in getting them to write to her, to
open their minds to her.
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