cannot be held consistently with our professed attachment
to the countries in which our lot is cast—and
we have abandoned it. We have fought and slain
one another in the Franco-German war, and in the war
of the North and the South. Your whole difficulty
with your pauper immigrants arises from your effort
to keep two contradictory ideals going at once.
As Englishmen, you may have a right to shelter the
exile; but not as Jews. Certainly, if the nations
cast us out, we could, draw together and form a nation
as of yore. But persecution, expulsion, is never
simultaneous; our dispersal has saved Judaism, and
it may yet save the world. For I prefer the dream
that we are divinely dispersed to bless it, wind-sown
seeds to fertilize its waste places. To be a nation
without a fatherland, yet with a mother-tongue, Hebrew—there
is the spiritual originality, the miracle of history.
Such has been the real kingdom of Israel in the past—we
have been ‘sons of the Law’ as other men
have been sons of France, of Italy, of Germany.
Such may our fatherland continue, with ‘the
higher life’ substituted for ’the law’—a
kingdom not of space, not measured by the vulgar meteyard
of an Alexander, but a great spiritual Republic, as
devoid of material form as Israel’s God, and
congruous with his conception of the Divine. And
the conquest of this kingdom needs no violent movement—if
Jews only practised what they preach, it would be
achieved to-morrow; for all expressions of Judaism,
even to the lowest, have common sublimities. And
this kingdom—as it has no space, so it has
no limits; it must grow till all mankind, are its
subjects. The brotherhood of Israel will be the
nucleus of the brotherhood of man.”
“It is magnificent,” said Raphael; “but
it is not Judaism. If the Jews have the future
you dream of, the future will have no Jews. America
is already decimating them with Sunday-Sabbaths and
English Prayer-Books. Your Judaism is as eviscerated
as the Christianity I found in vogue when I was at
Oxford, which might be summed up: There is no
God, but Jesus Christ is His Son. George Eliot
was right. Men are men, not pure spirit.
A fatherland focusses a people. Without it we
are but the gypsies of religion. All over the
world, at every prayer, every Jew turns towards Jerusalem.
We must not give up the dream. The countries we
live in can never be more than ‘step-fatherlands’
to us. Why, if your visions were realized, the
prophecy of Genesis, already practically fulfilled,
’Thou shalt spread abroad to the west and to
the east, and to the north and to the south; and in
thee and in thy seed shall all the families of the
earth be blessed,’ would be so remarkably consummated
that we might reasonably hope to come to our own again
according to the promises.”
“Well, well,” said Strelitski, good-humoredly,
“so long as you admit it is not within the range
of practical politics now.”
“It is your own dream that is premature,”
retorted Raphael; “at any rate, the cosmic part
of it. You are thinking of throwing open the
citizenship of your Republic to the world. But
to-day’s task is to make its citizens by blood
worthier of their privilege.”