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    March 17

Letter 7 
    The “Chosen People”
    The nations began to declare war on one another. I stood with twenty others for hours in the Palace at Potsdam, trying by the silent pressure of will to reduce the pressure of the war-will which surged in the German nation toward its Emperor. And they say that Germany did not want war! “ Der Tag ” seemed near, and war seemed to mean triumph. It is a commonplace to say now that Germany believed that England could not go to war. And had England not gone to war, the issue would have been settled before the date of this writing. The German navy would have met the French in battle and would have worsted it. It would be well for you to cease shrinking when I say what does not please you. I state what I know; you merely write down what I say.
    I and twenty others centered the force of our will in Potsdam and in the Wilhelmstrasse. Not that we did not know what the issue would be. We knew. This war was written in the stars. But as the soldier does his duty though he knows that he will lose the day, so we stood our ground against the war devils. The greatest of the Masters did not stand there with us, and I do not know where he was. Probably on some business that we might not have understood. Perhaps holding back worse forces from the outer stars. No, that is not a dream, though it is only a supposition. There is evil as well as good in the outer stars. Had it not been for the restraining influence of those who watched up here, many of the foreigners in Germany at that time would have been torn limb from limb. What do you know of war-madness, hate-madness? Were you capable of feeling it in your present personality, you could not write for me now, while those whom you love and respect are nearly all on one side of a war not yet finished. You may grasp hate intellectually, you may dramatize it; but you do not feel it, though you have suffered from its effects.
    The worst in the German heart is very bad—though I tell you not to hate them. The worst in all people is very bad, but the German is the greatest bully on the planet. The cruel Oriental races have a restraint which has grown in them through ages of culture; the German knows only the restraint of the German law, he respects only the restraint of the German law. He has no sense of right and wrong in the abstract, though he is often extremely sensitive as to what is right and wrong for him in his relation to those near him, his kinsmen and fellow citizens. But those outside the race-group are outside his code of honor, however polished he may be. I am speaking now of the race, not of the few who have by long residence abroad absorbed somewhat of world brotherhood and the more delicate sensibilities of international relations. And mark this also: the German can love as thoroughly as he can hate; but he can love only his own, something which is an extension of himself, a secondary ego, the me in another form. A German may love a foreign wife, if he can Germanize her. A German may love a foreign friend, if that friend does not stand in the way of something he wants for himself.
    I am not referring to those sudden outpourings of emotion to which those emotional people are subject. I am not referring to their surface kindliness, which is the overflow of emotion. And still I say, love these unlovable people, love them so much that they will be detached from their race-center and will flow out in melting response to everything that is not German. The world can never really soften the German shell by throwing stones against it. When they break down in this war, they will not be any more essentially lovable because they are weaker. Love them by trying to understand them. It will take decades for the arrogant and self-exalting German to see that there is anything outside that may be superior to what is inside his shell. He respects only might. He must be conquered by might. From his enforced respect of a superior might he may be led