If he have fought the hard fight he is not unacquainted with the lure of the "road." When out of work and still undiscouraged, he has been forced to "hit the road" between large cities in his quest for a job.He has loafed, seen the country and green things, laughed in joy, lain on his back and listened to the birds singing overhead, unannoyed by factory whistles and bosses' harsh commands;and, most significant of all, HE HAS LIVED! That is the point! He has not starved to death.Not only has he been care-free and happy, but he has lived! And from the knowledge that he has idled and is still alive, he achieves a new outlook on life; and the more he experiences the unenviable lot of the poor worker, the more the blandishments of the "road" take hold of him.And finally he flings his challenge in the face of society, imposes a valorous boycott on all work, and joins the far-wanderers of Hoboland, the gypsy folk of this latter day.
But the tramp does not usually come from the slums.His place of birth is ordinarily a bit above, and sometimes a very great bit above.A confessed failure, he yet refuses to accept the punishment, and swerves aside from the slum to vagabondage.The average beast in the social pit is either too much of a beast, or too much of a slave to the bourgeois ethics and ideals of his masters, to manifest this flicker of rebellion.But the social pit, out of its discouragement and viciousness, breeds criminals, men who prefer being beasts of prey to being beasts of work.And the mediocre criminal, in turn, the unfit and inefficient criminal, is discouraged by the strong arm of the law and goes over to trampdom.
These men, the discouraged worker and the discouraged criminal, voluntarily withdraw themselves from the struggle for work.
Industry does not need them.There are no factories shut down through lack of labor, no projected railroads unbuilt for want of pick-and-shovel men.Women are still glad to toil for a dollar a week, and men and boys to clamor and fight for work at the factory gates.No one misses these discouraged men, and in going away they have made it somewhat easier for those that remain.
So the case stands thus: There being more men than there is work for men to do, a surplus labor army inevitably results.The surplus labor army is an economic necessity; without it, present society would fall to pieces.Into the surplus labor army are herded the mediocre, the inefficient, the unfit, and those incapable of satisfying the industrial needs of the system.The struggle for work between the members of the surplus labor army is sordid and savage, and at the bottom of the social pit the struggle is vicious and beastly.This struggle tends to discouragement, and the victims of this discouragement are the criminal and the tramp.The tramp is not an economic necessity such as the surplus labor army, but he is the by-product of an economic necessity.
The "road" is one of the safety-valves through which the waste of the social organism is given off.And BEING GIVEN OFF constitutes the negative function of the tramp.Society, as at present organized, makes much waste of human life.This waste must be eliminated.Chloroform or electrocution would be a simple, merciful solution of this problem of elimination; but the ruling ethics, while permitting the human waste, will not permit a humane elimination of that waste.This paradox demonstrates the irreconcilability of theoretical ethics and industrial need.
And so the tramp becomes self-eliminating.And not only self!
Since he is manifestly unfit for things as they are, and since kind is prone to beget kind, it is necessary that his kind cease with him, that his progeny shall not be, that he play the eunuch's part in this twentieth century after Christ.And he plays it.He does not breed.Sterility is his portion, as it is the portion of the woman on the street.They might have been mates, but society has decreed otherwise.
And, while it is not nice that these men should die, it is ordained that they must die, and we should not quarrel with them if they cumber our highways and kitchen stoops with their perambulating carcasses.This is a form of elimination we not only countenance but compel.Therefore let us be cheerful and honest about it.Let us be as stringent as we please with our police regulations, but for goodness' sake let us refrain from telling the tramp to go to work.
Not only is it unkind, but it is untrue and hypocritical.We know there is no work for him.As the scapegoat to our economic and industrial sinning, or to the plan of things, if you will, we should give him credit.Let us be just.He is so made.Society made him.
He did not make himself.
