The Upper and the Nether Millstones
'I don't believe in the society,' observed Crass. 'I can't see as it's right that a inferior man should 'ave the same wages as me.'
'They're a drunken lot of beer swillers,' remarked Slyme. 'That's why they always 'as their meetings in public 'ouses.'
Harlow made no comment on this question. He had at one time belonged to the union, and he was rather ashamed of having fallen away from it.
'Wot good 'as the society ever done 'ere?' said Easton. 'None that I ever 'eard of.'
'It might be able to do some good if most of us belonged to it; but after all, that's another matter. . . . Whether we could help ourselves or not, the fact remains that we don't. But you must admit that this competition of the employers is one of the causes of unemployment and poverty, because it's not only in our line—exactly the same thing happens in every other trade and industry. Competing employers are the upper and nether millstones which grind the workers between them.'
'I suppose you think there oughtn't to be no employers at all?' sneered Crass. 'Or p'raps you think the masters ought to do all the bloody work theirselves, and give us the money?'
'I don't see 'ow it's goin' to be altered,' remarked Harlow. 'There must be masters, and someone 'as to take charge of the work and do the thinkin'.'
'Whether it can be altered or not,' said Owen, 'Landlordism and Competing Employers are two of the causes of poverty. But of course they're only a small part of the system which produces luxury, refinement and culture for a few, and condemns the majority to a lifelong struggle with adversity, and many thousands to degradation, hunger and rags. This is the system you all uphold and defend, although you don't mind admitting that it has made the world into a hell.'
Crass slowly drew the 'Obscurer' cutting from his waist-coat pocket, but after a moment's thought he replaced it, deciding to defer its production till a more suitable occasion.
'But you 'aven't told us yet 'ow you makes out that money causes poverty,' cried Harlow, winking at the others; 'that's what I'm anxious to 'ear about.'
'So am I,' remarked the man behind the moat. 'I was just wondering whether I 'adn't better tell ole Misery that I don't want no wages this week.'
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