Vi Azoi Trinkt Der Kayser Tey

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Vi Azoi Trinkt Der Kayser Tey?

Raboysay, Raboysay, khakhomim ohn a sheer,
Ikh vihl aykh fregn, ikh vihl aykh fregn:
Entfert mir alleh oyf mayne shayleh:
Vi azoy trinkt der Kayser tey? Vi azoy trinkt der Kayser tey?

Men nemt a hittele tsuker,
Uhn men makht a lokh, Uhn men gist areyn dem tey,
Uhn men misht uhn men misht uhn men misht.

Oht azoy, oht azoy, oht azoy trinkt der Kayser tey!

Raboysay, Raboysay, khakhomim ohn a sheer,
Ikh vihl aykh fregn, ikh vihl aykh fregn:
Entfert mir alleh oyf mayne shayleh:
Vi azoy est der Kayser bulbes? Vi azoy est der Kayser bulbes?

Men nemt a vant mit putter,
Uhn men shtelt avek dem Kayser mit an oyfen moyl,
Uhn tsvey soldatten mit armatten
Shteyn uhn shissen dem bulbes glaykh dem Kayser in moyl areyn!

Oht azoy, oht azoy, oht azoy est der Kayser bulbes.

Raboysay, Raboysay, khakhomim ohn a sheer,
Ikh vihl aykh fregn, ikh vihl aykh fregn:
Entfert mir alleh oyf mayne shayleh:
Vi azoy shloft der Kayser bay nakht? Vi azoy shloft der Kayser bay nakht?

Men nemt a tsimmer mit federn,
Uhn men schlaydert areyn dem Kayser,
Uhn a truhp soldatten mit armatten
Shteyn a gantse nakht Uhn shreien, "SHAH! SHAH!"

Oht azoy, oht azoy, oht azoy shloft der Kayser bay nakht.

 

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Listen, Little Man

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Listen, Little Man: Your heritage is a burning diamond in your hand.

"They call you 'Little Man', 'Common Man'; they say a new era has begun, the 'Era of the Common Man'. It isn't you who says so, Little Man. It is they, the Vice Presidents of great nations, promoted labour leaders, repentant sons of bourgeois families, statesman and philosophers. They give you your future but don't ask about your past.

You are heir to a dreadful past. Your heritage is a burning diamond in your hand. that is what I tell you.

    Every physician, shoemaker, mechanic or educator must know his shortcomings if he is to do his work and make his living. For some decades, you have begun to play a governing role on this earth. Iris on your thinking and your actions that the future of humanity depends. But your teachers and masters do not tell you how you really think and are; nobody dares to voice the one criticism of you which could make you capable of governing your own fate. You are 'free' only in one sense: free from education in governing your life yourself, free from self-criticism.


I have never heard you complain: 'You promote me to be the future master of myself and the world, but you don't tell me how one is to be the master of oneself, and you don't tell me the mistakes in my thinking and my actions.

You let men in power assume power 'for the Little Man'. But you yourself remain silent.

See yourself as you really are. Listen to what none of your leaders and representatives dares tell you: You are a "little, common man." Understand the double meaning of these words: "little" and "common."

Don't run. Have the courage to look at yourself!


"What right do you have to tell me things?" I can see this question in your apprehensive look. I hear this question from your impertinent mouth, Little Man. You are afraid to look at yourself, you are afraid of criticism, Little Man, just as you are afraid of the power they promise you. You would not know how to use this power. You dare not think that you ever might experience your self differently: free instead of cowed; open instead of tactical; loving openly instead of like a thief in the night. You despise yourself Little Man. You say: "Who am I to have an opinion of my own, to determine my own life and to declare the world to be mine?" You are right: Who are you to make a claim to your life?

 

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You are different from the

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You are different from the really great man in only one thing: The great man, at one time, also was a very little man, but he developed one important ability: he learned to see where he was small in his thinking, and actions. Under the pressure of some task which was dear to him he learned better and better to sense the threat that comes from his smallness and pettiness. The great man, then, knows when and in what he is a little man.

The Little Man does not know that he is little, and he is afraid of knowing it. He covers up his smallness and narrowness with illusions of strength and greatness, of others' strength and greatness. He is proud of his great generals but not proud of himself. He admires thought which he did not have and not the thought he did have. He believes in things all the more thoroughly the less he comprehends them, and does not believe in the correctness of those ideas which he comprehends most easily....

Your liberators tell you that that your suppressors are Wilhelm, Nikolaus, Pope Gregory the Twenty Eighth, Morgan, Krupp or Ford. And your 'liberators' are called Mussolini, Napolean, Hitler and Stalin.

I tell you: Only you yourself can be your liberator!"

This sentence makes me hesitate. I contend to be a fighter for pureness and truth. I hesitate, because I am afraid of you and your attitude towards truth. To say the truth about you is dangerous to life. The truth is also life-saving, but it becomes the loot of every gang. If that were not so, you would not be what you are and where you are.

My intellect tells me: 'Tell the truth at any cost.' The Little Man in me says: 'It is stupid to expose oneself to the little man, to put oneself at his mercy. The Little Man does not want to hear the truth about himself. He does not want the great responsibility which is his. He wants to remain a Little Man. He wants to remain a Little Man, or wants to become a little great man. He wants to become rich, or a party leader, or commander of a legion, or secretary of the society for the abolition of vice. But he does not want to assume responsibility for his work...

I shall tell you who you are:

You are afflicted with the emotional plague. You are sick, very sick, Little Man. It is not your fault. But it is your responsibility to rid yourself of this sickness.

 

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You confuse the right to

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You confuse the right to free speech and to criticism with irresponsible talk and poor jokes. He who has to protect the living against the emotional plague has to learn to use the right to free speech as we enjoy it in America at least as well for the good as the emotional plague misuses it for the bad. Granted equal right in the expression of opinion, the rational finally must win out.

What is important is not individual treatment but the prevention of mental disorders. You have locked up the crazy people, and the normal people manage this world. Who, then, is to blame for all the misery?

    You give impotent people with evil intentions the power to represent you. Only too late do you realize that again and again you are being defrauded. You must come to realize that you make your little men your own oppressors, and that you made martyrs out of your truly great men.

For you are afraid of life, Little Man, deadly afraid. You will murder it in the belief of doing it for the sake of "socialism," or "the state," or "national honor," or "the glory of God."

I recognized the deadly fear of the living in you, a fear which always makes you set out correctly and end wrongly. You had the happiness of humanity in your hands, and you have gambled it away. You had the world in your hands, and at the end you dropped your atom bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Through the centuries, you will shed blood where life should be protected, and will believe that you achieve freedom with the help of the hangman; thus you will find yourself again and again in the same morass.

You yourself create all your misery, hour after hour, day after day. You think the goal justifies the means. You are wrong: The goal is in the path on which you arrive at it. Every step of today is your life of tomorrow.

You stand on your head
and you believe yourself dancing into the realm of freedom.


You could have long since become the master of your existence, if only your thinking were in the direction of truth. You are cowardly in your thinking, Little Man, because real thinking is accompanied by bodily feelings, and you are afraid of your body. Many great men have told you: Go back to your origin - listen to your inner voice - follow your true feelings - cherish love.

 

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