【有声英语文学名著】不会发生在这里（15）

It Can't Happen Here
by Sinclair Lewis
 
Chapter 15
Usually I'm pretty mild, in fact many of my friends are kind enough to call it "Folksy," when I'm writing or speechifying. My ambition is to "live by the side of the road and be a friend to man." But I hope that none of the gentlemen who have honored me with their enmity think for one single moment that when I run into a gross enough public evil or a persistent 1 enough detractor, I can't get up on my hind 2 legs and make a sound like a two-tailed grizzly 3 in April. So right at the start of this account of my ten-year fight with them, as private citizen, State Senator, and U. S. Senator, let me say that the Sangfrey River Light, Power, and Fuel Corporation are--and I invite a suit for libel--the meanest, lowest, cowardliest gang of yellow-livered, back-slapping, hypocritical gun-toters, bomb-throwers, ballot-stealers, ledger-fakers, givers of bribes 5, suborners of perjury 6, scab-hirers, and general lowdown crooks 7, liars 8, and swindlers that ever tried to do an honest servant of the People out of an election--not but what I have always succeeded in licking them, so that my indignation at these homicidal kleptomaniacs 9 is not personal but entirely 10 on behalf of the general public.
Zero Hour, Berzelius Windrip.
On Wednesday, January 6, 1937, just a fortnight before his inauguration 11, President-Elect Windrip announced his appointments of cabinet members and of diplomats 12.
Secretary of State: his former secretary and press-agent, Lee Sarason, who also took the position of High Marshal, or Commander-in-Chief, of the Minute Men, which organization was to be established permanently 13, as an innocent marching club.
Secretary of the Treasury 14: one Webster R. Skittle, president of the prosperous Fur & Hide National Bank of St. Louis--Mr. Skittle had once been indicted 16 on a charge of defrauding 17 the government on his income tax, but he had been acquitted 18, more or less, and during the campaign, he was said to have taken a convincing way of showing his faith in Buzz Windrip as the Savior of the Forgotten Men.
Secretary of War: Colonel Osceola Luthorne, formerly 19 editor of the Topeka (Kans.) Argus, and the Fancy Goods and Novelties Gazette; more recently high in real estate. His title came from his position on the honorary staff of the Governor of Tennessee. He had long been a friend and fellow campaigner of Windrip.
It was a universal regret that Bishop 20 Paul Peter Prang should have refused the appointment as Secretary of War, with a letter in which he called Windrip "My dear Friend and Collaborator 21" and asserted that he had actually meant it when he had said he desired no office. Later, it was a similar regret when Father Coughlin refused the Ambassadorship to Mexico, with no letter at all but only a telegram cryptically 23 stating, "Just six months too late."
A new cabinet position, that of Secretary of Education and Public Relations, was created. Not for months would Congress investigate the legality of such a creation, but meantime the new post was brilliantly held by Hector Macgoblin, M.D., Ph.D., Hon. Litt.D.
Senator Porkwood graced the position of Attorney General, and all the other offices were acceptably filled by men who, though they had roundly supported Windrip's almost socialistic projects for the distribution of excessive fortunes, were yet known to be thoroughly 25 sensible men, and no fanatics 26.
It was said, though Doremus Jessup could never prove it, that Windrip learned from Lee Sarason the Spanish custom of getting rid of embarrassing friends and enemies by appointing them to posts abroad, preferably quite far abroad. Anyway, as Ambassador to Brazil, Windrip appointed Herbert Hoover, who not very enthusiastically accepted; as Ambassador to Germany, Senator Borah; as Governor of the Philippines, Senator Robert La Follette, who refused; and as Ambassadors to the Court of St. James's, France, and Russia, none other than Upton Sinclair, Milo Reno, and Senator Bilbo of Mississippi.
These three had a fine time. Mr. Sinclair pleased the British by taking so friendly an interest in their politics that he openly campaigned for the Independent Labor 22 Party and issued a lively brochure called "I, Upton Sinclair, Prove That Prime-Minister Walter Elliot, Foreign Secretary Anthony Eden, and First Lord of the Admiralty Nancy Astor Are All Liars and Have Refused to Accept My Freely Offered Advice." Mr. Sinclair also aroused considerable interest in British domestic circles by advocating an act of Parliament forbidding the wearing of evening clothes and all hunting of foxes except with shotguns; and on the occasion of his official reception at Buckingham Palace, he warmly invited King George and Queen Mary to come and live in California.
Mr. Milo Reno, insurance salesman and former president of the National Farm Holiday Association, whom all the French royalists compared to his great predecessor 27, Benjamin Franklin, for forthrightness 28, became the greatest social favorite in the international circles of Paris, the Basses-Pyrénées, and the Riviera, and was once photographed playing tennis at Antibes with the Duc de Tropez, Lord Rothermere, and Dr. Rudolph Hess.
Senator Bilbo had, possibly, the best time of all.
Stalin asked his advice, as based on his ripe experience in the Gleichshaltung of Mississippi, about the cultural organization of the somewhat backward natives of Tadjikistan, and so valuable did it prove that Excellency Bilbo was invited to review the Moscow military celebration, the following November seventh, in the same stand with the very highest class of representatives of the classless state. It was a triumph for His Excellency. Generalissimo Voroshilov fainted after 200,000 Soviet 29 troops, 7000 tanks, and 9000 aeroplanes had passed by; Stalin had to be carried home after reviewing 317,000; but Ambassador Bilbo was there in the stand when the very last of the 626,000 soldiers had gone by, all of them saluting 30 him under the quite erroneous impression that he was the Chinese Ambassador; and he was still tirelessly returning their salutes 31, fourteen to the minute, and softly singing with them the "International."
He was less of a hit later, however, when to the unsmiling Anglo-American Association of Exiles to Soviet Russia from Imperialism 32, he sang to the tune 24 of the "International" what he regarded as amusing private words of his own:
"Arise, ye prisoners of starvation,
From Russia make your getaway.
They all are rich in Bilbo's nation.
God bless the U. S. A.!"
Mrs. Adelaide Tarr Gimmitch, after her spirited campaign for Mr. Windrip, was publicly angry that she was offered no position higher than a post in the customs office in Nome, Alaska, though this was offered to her very urgently indeed. She had demanded that there be created, especially for her, the cabinet position of Secretaryess of Domestic Science, Child Welfare, and Anti-Vice. She threatened to turn Jeffersonian, Republican, or Communistic, but in April she was heard of in Hollywood, writing the scenario 33 for a giant picture to be called, They Did It in Greece.
As an insult and boy-from-home joke, the President-Elect appointed Franklin D. Roosevelt minister to Liberia. Mr. Roosevelt's opponents laughed very much, and opposition 34 newspapers did cartoons of him sitting unhappily in a grass hut with a sign on which "N.R.A." had been crossed out and "U.S.A." substituted. But Mr. Roosevelt declined with so amiable 35 a smile that the joke seemed rather to have slipped.
The followers 36 of President Windrip trumpeted 37 that it was significant that he should be the first president inaugurated not on March fourth, but on January twentieth, according to the provision of the new Twentieth Amendment 38 to the Constitution. It was a sign straight from Heaven (though, actually, Heaven had not been the author of the amendment, but Senator George W. Norris of Nebraska), and proved that Windrip was starting a new paradise on earth.
The inauguration was turbulent. President Roosevelt declined to be present--he politely suggested that he was about half ill unto death, but that same noon he was seen in a New York shop, buying books on gardening and looking abnormally cheerful.
More than a thousand reporters, photographers, and radio men covered the inauguration. Twenty-seven constituents 39 of Senator Porkwood, of all sexes, had to sleep on the floor of the Senator's office, and a hall-bedroom in the suburb of Bladensburg rented for thirty dollars for two nights. The presidents of Brazil, the Argentine, and Chile flew to the inauguration in a Pan-American aeroplane, and Japan sent seven hundred students on a special train from Seattle.
A motor company in Detroit had presented to Windrip a limousine 40 with armor plate, bulletproof glass, a hidden nickel-steel safe for papers, a concealed 41 private bar, and upholstery made from the Troissant tapestries 42 of 1670. But Buzz chose to drive from his home to the Capitol in his old Hupmobile sedan, and his driver was a youngster from his home town whose notion of a uniform for state occasions was a blue-serge suit, red tie, and derby hat. Windrip himself did wear a topper, but he saw to it that Lee Sarason saw to it that the one hundred and thirty million plain citizens learned, by radio, even while the inaugural 43 parade was going on, that he had borrowed the topper for this one sole occasion from a New York Republican Representative who had ancestors.
But following Windrip was an un-Jacksonian escort of soldiers: the American Legion and, immensely grander than the others, the Minute Men, wearing trench 44 helmets of polished silver and led by Colonel Dewey Haik in scarlet 45 tunic 46 and yellow riding-breeches and helmet with golden plumes 47.
Solemnly, for once looking a little awed 48, a little like a small-town boy on Broadway, Windrip took the oath, administered by the Chief Justice (who disliked him very much indeed) and, edging even closer to the microphone, squawked, "My fellow citizens, as the President of the United States of America, I want to inform you that the real New Deal has started right this minute, and we're all going to enjoy the manifold liberties to which our history entitles us--and have a whale of a good time doing it! I thank you!"
That was his first act as President. His second was to take up residence in the White House, where he sat down in the East Room in his stocking feet and shouted at Lee Sarason, "This is what I've been planning to do now for six years! I bet this is what Lincoln used to do! Now let 'em assassinate 49 me!"
His third, in his role as Commander-in-Chief of the Army, was to order that the Minute Men be recognized as an unpaid 50 but official auxiliary 51 of the Regular Army, subject only to their own officers, to Buzz, and to High Marshal Sarason; and that rifles, bayonets, automatic pistols, and machine guns be instantly issued to them by government arsenals 52. That was at 4 P.M. Since 3 P.M., all over the country, bands of M.M.'s had been sitting gloating over pistols and guns, twitching 53 with desire to seize them.
Fourth coup 54 was a special message, next morning, to Congress (in session since January fourth, the third having been a Sunday), demanding the instant passage of a bill embodying 55 Point Fifteen of his election platform--that he should have complete control of legislation and execution, and the Supreme 56 Court be rendered incapable 57 of blocking anything that it might amuse him to do.
By Joint 58 Resolution, with less than half an hour of debate, both houses of Congress rejected that demand before 3 P.M., on January twenty-first. Before six, the President had proclaimed that a state of martial 59 law existed during the "present crisis," and more than a hundred Congressmen had been arrested by Minute Men, on direct orders from the President. The Congressmen who were hotheaded enough to resist were cynically 60 charged with "inciting 61 to riot"; they who went quietly were not charged at all. It was blandly 62 explained to the agitated 63 press by Lee Sarason that these latter quiet lads had been so threatened by "irresponsible and seditious elements" that they were merely being safeguarded. Sarason did not use the phrase "protective arrest," which might have suggested things.
To the veteran reporters it was strange to see the titular 64 Secretary of State, theoretically a person of such dignity and consequence that he could deal with the representatives of foreign powers, acting 65 as press-agent and yes-man for even the President.
There were riots, instantly, all over Washington, all over America.
The recalcitrant 66 Congressmen had been penned in the District Jail. Toward it, in the winter evening, marched a mob that was noisily mutinous 67 toward the Windrip for whom so many of them had voted. Among the mob buzzed hundreds of Negroes, armed with knives and old pistols, for one of the kidnaped Congressmen was a Negro from Georgia, the first colored Georgian to hold high office since carpetbagger days.
Surrounding the jail, behind machine guns, the rebels found a few Regulars, many police, and a horde 68 of Minute Men, but at these last they jeered 69, calling them "Minnie Mouses" and "tin soldiers" and "mama's boys." The M.M.'s looked nervously 70 at their officers and at the Regulars who were making so professional a pretense 71 of not being scared. The mob heaved bottles and dead fish. Half-a-dozen policemen with guns and night sticks, trying to push back the van of the mob, were buried under a human surf and came up grotesquely 73 battered 74 and ununiformed--those who ever did come up again. There were two shots; and one Minute Man slumped 75 to the jail steps, another stood ludicrously holding a wrist that spurted 76 blood.
The Minute Men--why, they said to themselves, they'd never meant to be soldiers anyway--just wanted to have some fun marching! They began to sneak 77 into the edges of the mob, hiding their uniform caps. That instant, from a powerful loudspeaker in a lower window of the jail brayed 78 the voice of President Berzelius Windrip:
"I am addressing my own boys, the Minute Men, everywhere in America! To you and you only I look for help to make America a proud, rich land again. You have been scorned. They thought you were the 'lower classes.' They wouldn't give you jobs. They told you to sneak off like bums 79 and get relief. They ordered you into lousy C.C.C. camps. They said you were no good, because you were poor. I tell you that you are, ever since yesterday noon, the highest lords of the land--the aristocracy--the makers 80 of the new America of freedom and justice. Boys! I need you! Help me--help me to help you! Stand fast! Anybody tries to block you--give the swine the point of your bayonet!"
A machine-gunner M.M., who had listened reverently 81, let loose. The mob began to drop, and into the backs of the wounded as they went staggering away the M.M. infantry 82, running, poked 83 their bayonets. Such a juicy squash it made, and the fugitives 84 looked so amazed, so funny, as they tumbled in grotesque 72 heaps!
The M.M.'s hadn't, in dreary 85 hours of bayonet drill, known this would be such sport. They'd have more of it now--and hadn't the President of the United States himself told each of them, personally, that he needed their aid?
When the remnants of Congress ventured to the Capitol, they found it seeded with M.M.'s, while a regiment 86 of Regulars, under Major General Meinecke, paraded the grounds.
The Speaker of the House, and the Hon. Mr. Perley Beecroft, Vice-President of the United States and Presiding Officer of the Senate, had the power to declare that quorums were present. (If a lot of members chose to dally 87 in the district jail, enjoying themselves instead of attending Congress, whose fault was that?) Both houses passed a resolution declaring Point Fifteen temporarily in effect, during the "crisis"--the legality of the passage was doubtful, but just who was to contest it, even though the members of the Supreme Court had not been placed under protective arrest . . . merely confined each to his own house by a squad 88 of Minute Men!
Bishop Paul Peter Prang had (his friends said afterward) been dismayed by Windrip's stroke of state. Surely, he complained, Mr. Windrip hadn't quite remembered to include Christian 89 Amity 90 in the program he had taken from the League of Forgotten Men. Though Mr. Prang had contentedly 91 given up broadcasting ever since the victory of Justice and Fraternity in the person of Berzelius Windrip, he wanted to caution the public again, but when he telephoned to his familiar station, WLFM in Chicago, the manager informed him that "just temporarily, all access to the air was forbidden," except as it was especially licensed 92 by the offices of Lee Sarason. (Oh, that was only one of sixteen jobs that Lee and his six hundred new assistants had taken on in the past week.)
Rather timorously 93, Bishop Prang motored from his home in Persepolis, Indiana, to the Indianapolis airport and took a night plane for Washington, to reprove, perhaps even playfully to spank 94, his naughty disciple 95, Buzz.
He had little trouble in being admitted to see the President. In fact, he was, the press feverishly 96 reported, at the White House for six hours, though whether he was with the President all that time they could not discover. At three in the afternoon Prang was seen to leave by a private entrance to the executive offices and take a taxi. They noted 97 that he was pale and staggering.
In front of his hotel he was elbowed by a mob who in curiously 98 unmenacing and mechanical tones yelped 99, "Lynch um--downutha enemies Windrip!" A dozen M.M.'s pierced the crowd and surrounded the Bishop. The Ensign commanding them bellowed 100 to the crowd, so that all might hear, "You cowards leave the Bishop alone! Bishop, come with us, and we'll see you're safe!"
Millions heard on their radios that evening the official announcement that, to ward 4 off mysterious plotters, probably Bolsheviks, Bishop Prang had been safely shielded in the district jail. And with it a personal statement from President Windrip that he was filled with joy at having been able to "rescue from the foul 101 agitators 102 my friend and mentor 103, Bishop P. P. Prang, than whom there is no man living who I so admire and respect."
There was, as yet, no absolute censorship of the press; only a confused imprisonment 104 of journalists who offended the government or local officers of the M.M.'s; and the papers chronically 105 opposed to Windrip carried by no means flattering hints that Bishop Prang had rebuked 106 the President and been plain jailed, with no nonsense about a "rescue." These mutters reached Persepolis.
Not all the Persepolitans ached with love for the Bishop or considered him a modern St. Francis gathering 107 up the little fowls 108 of the fields in his handsome LaSalle car. There were neighbors who hinted that he was a window-peeping snooper after bootleggers and obliging grass widows. But proud of him, their best advertisement, they certainly were, and the Persepolis Chamber 109 of Commerce had caused to be erected 110 at the Eastern gateway 111 to Main Street the sign: "Home of Bishop Prang, Radio's Greatest Star."
So as one man Persepolis telegraphed to Washington, demanding Prang's release, but a messenger in the Executive Offices who was a Persepolis boy (he was, it is true, a colored man, but suddenly he became a favorite son, lovingly remembered by old schoolmates) tipped off the Mayor that the telegrams were among the hundredweight of messages that were daily hauled away from the White House unanswered.
Then a quarter of the citizenry of Persepolis mounted a special train to "march" on Washington. It was one of those small incidents which the opposition press could use as a bomb under Windrip, and the train was accompanied by a score of high-ranking reporters from Chicago and, later, from Pittsburgh, Baltimore, and New York.
While the train was on its way--and it was curious what delays and sidetrackings it encountered--a company of Minute Men at Logansport, Indiana, rebelled against having to arrest a group of Catholic nuns 112 who were accused of having taught treasonably. High Marshal Sarason felt that there must be a Lesson, early and impressive. A battalion 113 of M.M.'s, sent from Chicago in fast trucks, arrested the mutinous company, and shot every third man.
When the Persepolitans reached Washington, they were tearfully informed, by a brigadier of M.M.'s who met them at the Union Station, that poor Bishop Prang had been so shocked by the treason of his fellow Indianans that he had gone melancholy 114 mad and they had tragically 115 been compelled to shut him up in St. Elizabeth's government insane asylum 116.
No one willing to carry news about him ever saw Bishop Prang again.
The Brigadier brought greetings to the Persepolitans from the President himself, and an invitation to stay at the Willard, at government expense. Only a dozen accepted; the rest took the first train back, not amiably 117; and from then on there was one town in America in which no M.M. ever dared to appear in his ducky forage 118 cap and dark-blue tunic.
The Chief of Staff of the Regular Army had been deposed 119; in his place was Major General Emmanuel Coon. Doremus and his like were disappointed by General Coon's acceptance, for they had always been informed, even by the Nation, that Emmanuel Coon, though a professional army officer who did enjoy a fight, preferred that that fight be on the side of the Lord; that he was generous, literate 120, just, and a man of honor--and honor was the one quality that Buzz Windrip wasn't even expected to understand. Rumor 121 said that Coon (as "Nordic" a Kentuckian as ever existed, a descendant of men who had fought beside Kit 15 Carson and Commodore Perry) was particularly impatient with the puerility 122 of anti-Semitism, and that nothing so pleased him as, when he heard new acquaintances being superior about the Jews, to snarl 123, "Did you by any chance happen to notice that my name is Emmanuel Coon and that Coon might be a corruption 124 of some name rather familiar on the East Side of New York?"
"Oh well, I suppose even General Coon feels, 'Orders are Orders,'" sighed Doremus.
President Windrip's first extended proclamation to the country was a pretty piece of literature and of tenderness. He explained that powerful and secret enemies of American principles--one rather gathered that they were a combination of Wall Street and Soviet Russia--upon discovering, to their fury, that he, Berzelius, was going to be President, had planned their last charge. Everything would be tranquil 125 in a few months, but meantime there was a Crisis, during which the country must "bear with him."
He recalled the military dictatorship of Lincoln and Stanton during the Civil War, when civilian 126 suspects were arrested without warrant. He hinted how delightful 127 everything was going to be--right away now--just a moment--just a moment's patience--when he had things in hand; and he wound up with a comparison of the Crisis to the urgency of a fireman rescuing a pretty girl from a "conflagration," and carrying her down a ladder, for her own sake, whether she liked it or not, and no matter how appealingly she might kick her pretty ankles.
The whole country laughed.
"Great card, that Buzz, but mighty 128 competent guy," said the electorate 129.
"I should worry whether Bish Prang or any other nut is in the boobyhatch, long as I get my five thousand bucks 130 a year, like Windrip promised," said Shad Ledue to Charley Betts, the furniture man.
It had all happened within the eight days following Windrip's inauguration.