Again, A Meeting

Again a meeting, noisy, dying, half colloquium, half co-lying. Obedient hands raised to vote, is there no sob of sentiment in your throat when making a charming deal to dismember friends on the wheel? What kind of minority honestly stands? Only two hands, only two hands. A minority has courage, the majority reeks. They are not Bolsheviks, just bullshitviks. They are not soldiers of revolutions. Just soldiers of resolutions. You, my friends, are silent with reason. But cowardly silence also is treason. Oh, majority, majority, creators and victims of fraud, so many times you’ve tortured, corrupted, you have no right to be our god. The non-ruling minority has no authority. On so many cowards I see an invisible life vest. But how powerless is the dishonest assent of the majority. And how powerful is minority’s honest protest. 1957 Translated by Albert C. Todd with the author