A Traveler From Altruria. William Dean Howells

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      “Ah, you have read our Declaration of Independence, then?”

      “Every Altrurian has read that,” answered my friend.

      “Well,” I went on smoothly, and I hoped to render what I was going to say the means of enlightening him without offence concerning the little mistake he had just made with the waitress, “of course we don’t take that in its closest literality.”

      “I don’t understand you,” he said.

      “Why, you know it was rather the political than the social traditions of England that we broke with, in the Revolution.”

      “How is that?” he returned. “Didn’t you break with monarchy and nobility, and ranks and classes?”

      “Yes, we broke with all those things.”

      “But I found them a part of the social as well as the political structure in England. You have no kings or nobles here. Have you any ranks or classes?”

      “Well, not exactly in the English sense. Our ranks and classes, such as we have, are what I may call voluntary.”

      “Oh, I understand. I suppose that from time to time certain ones among you feel the need of serving, and ask leave of the commonwealth to subordinate themselves to the rest of the state and perform all the lowlier offices in it. Such persons must be held in peculiar honor. Is it something like that?”

      “Well, no, I can’t say it’s quite like that. In fact I think I’d better let you trust to your own observation of our life.”

      “But I’m sure,” said the Altrurian, with a simplicity so fine that it was a long time before I could believe it quite real, “that I shall approach it so much more intelligently with a little instruction from you. You say that your social divisions are voluntary. But do I understand that those who serve among you do not wish to do so?”

      “Well, I don’t suppose they would serve if they could help it,” I replied.

      “Surely,” said the Altrurian, with a look of horror, “you don’t mean that they are slaves.”

      “Oh no! oh no!” I said; “the war put an end to that. We are all free now, black and white.”

      “But if they do not wish to serve, and are not held in peculiar honor for serving—”

      “I see that my word ‘voluntary’ has misled you,” I put in. “It isn’t the word exactly. The divisions among us are rather a process of natural selection. You will see, as you get better acquainted with the workings of our institutions, that there are no arbitrary distinctions here but the fitness of the work for the man and the man for the work determines the social rank that each one holds.”

      “Ah, that is fine!” cried the Altrurian, with a glow of enthusiasm. “Then I suppose that these intelligent young people who teach school in winter and serve at table in the summer are in a sort of provisional state, waiting for the process of natural selection to determine whether they shall finally be teachers or waiters.”

      “Yes, it might be stated in some such terms,” I assented, though I was not altogether easy in my mind. It seemed to me that I was not quite candid with this most candid spirit. I added: “You know we are a sort of fatalists here in America. We are great believers in the doctrine that it will all come out right in the end.”

      “Ah, I don’t wonder at that,” said the Altrurian, “if the process of natural selection works so perfectly among you as you say. But I am afraid I don’t understand this matter of your domestic service yet. I believe you said that all honest work is honored in America. Then no social slight attaches to service, I suppose?”

      “Well, I can’t say that, exactly. The fact is, a certain social slight does attach to service, and that is one reason why I don’t quite like to have students wait at table. It won’t be pleasant for them to remember it in after-life, and it won’t be pleasant for their children to remember it.”

      “Then the slight would descend?”

      “I think it would. One wouldn’t like to think one’s father or mother had been at service.”

      The Altrurian said nothing for a moment. Then he remarked: “So it seems that while all honest work is honored among you, there are some kinds of honest work that are not honored so much as others.”

      “Yes.”

      “Why?”

      “Because some occupations are more degrading than others.”

      “But why?” he persisted, as I thought, a little unreasonably.

      “Really,” I said, “I think I must leave you to imagine.”

      “I am afraid I can’t,” he said, sadly. “Then, if domestic service is degrading in your eyes, and people are not willing servants among you, may I ask why any are servants?”

      “It is a question of bread-and-butter. They are obliged to be.”

      “That is, they are forced to do work that is hateful and disgraceful to them because they cannot live without?”

      “Excuse me,” I said, not at all liking this sort of pursuit, and feeling it fair to turn even upon a guest who kept it up. “Isn’t it so with you in Altruria?”

      “It was so once,” he admitted, “but not now. In fact, it is like a waking dream to find one’s self in the presence of conditions here that we outlived so long ago.”

      There was an unconscious superiority in this speech that nettled me, and stung me to retort: “We do not expect to outlive them. We regard them as final, and as indestructibly based in human nature itself.”

      “Ah,” said the Altrurian, with a delicate and caressing courtesy, “have I said something offensive?”

      “Not at all,” I hastened to answer. “It is not surprising that you did not get our point of view exactly. You will by-and-by, and then, I think, you will see that it is the true one. We have found that the logic of our convictions could not be applied to the problem of domestic service. It is everywhere a very curious and perplexing problem. The simple old solution of the problem was to own your servants; but we found that this was not consistent with the spirit of our free institutions. As soon as it was abandoned the anomaly began. We had outlived the primitive period when the housekeeper worked with her domestics and they were her help, and were called so; and we had begun to have servants to do all the household work, and to call them so. This state of things never seemed right to some of our purest and best people. They fancied, as you seem to have done, that to compel people through their necessities to do your hateful drudgery, and to wound and shame them with a name which every American instinctively resents, was neither republican nor Christian. Some of our thinkers tried to mend matters by making their domestics a part of their families; and in the life of Emerson you’ll find an amusing account of his attempt to have his servant eat at the same table with himself and his wife. It wouldn’t work. He and his wife could stand it, but the servant couldn’t.”

      I paused, for this was where the laugh ought to have come in. The Altrurian did not laugh, he merely asked, “Why?”

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