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Fatal Ballyhoo

By BENJAMIN DeCASSERES

THE WHOLE POLICY of the Roosevelt administration has been to widen the breach between capital and labor.

The philosophy of the President, in so far as he has any, is that BY STRIKING AT ONE CLASS HE WILL BENEFIT ANOTHER.

The reverse of this is precisely what has happened here, as it has in Russia.

No man or set of men can strike at wealth WITHOUT CARRYING DOWN THE LABORING MAN.


IN RUSSIA in 1917 an annihilating blow was struck at all forms of private wealth.

The result was that the workingman automatically shot down almost to the level of the animal—certainly to the level of the parasite.

In America, President Roosevelt, under the hypnotic influence of the Wallaces, Tugwells, Hopkinses, Richbergs, Frankfurters and a raft of Utopian zanies, proclaimed the doctrine that he was going to lift the great masses of the people up by pulling down to their level the wealthy, the competent, the luckier, the stronger.

For this purpose he invented, with the aid of alien-indoctrinated professors and political essayists, an NRA to bind individual enterprise in thousands of thongs, an AAA to lift the farmer up at the expense of the processor of farm products, a public utilities bill to reduce to poverty legitimate investors, and, above all and worst of all, a tax system launched under the demagogic slogan that it was going “to spread the wealth.”

This whole program created a condition of CLASS-CONSCIOUSNESS such as we never had in this country before.


THE AMERICAN workingman should be the first to resent Mr. Roosevelt’s attempt to lower him to the unspeakable level of the Russian proletarian under the pretence of lifting him up.

He ought to know, or HE WILL KNOW, that such insanities as the new tax bill and every bill that is aimed at wealth PER SE is a blow directed straight between the eyes of every wage-earner in the country.

The Illinois Manufacturers’ Association, employing 600,000 wage-earners, had this to say about the soak-the-successful and spread-the-poverty tax bill:

“Wages of employes would be decreased through increased costs and in reduction in controllable costs.

“Costs of consumers’ commodities of all kinds would be increased.

“Income of all investors would be seriously curtailed.

“The measure would operate as a regressive and not a progressive tax.”


A WAR ON capital, a war on wealth and profits, is a WAR ON EVERY MAN AND WOMAN WHO WORKS WITH HAND OR HEAD—THAT IS, EVERYBODY.

It is nothing short of idiocy to believe anyone can confiscate and expropriate the invested private wealth of the country without shaking the whole social structure to its foundations.

The New Deal by its persistent ballyhoo against the successful “big business” and inheritances has created a bitter tension between the employer and the employed.

Popular psychological processes work through feeling.

The constant iteration of the administration that the rich must be made poorer and the poor richer has gradually created the atmosphere of a CLASS-WAR.

NOW. THIS IS PRECISELY WHAT THE REDS IN MOSCOW AND THEIR AMERICAN ALLIES ARE AIMING AT.

It is precisely, also, what the Fascist-minded are aiming at.


THIS ADMINISTRATION is, therefore, from the straight American-individualist point of view, THE MOST DISASTROUS IN AMERICAN HISTORY.

It has not only widened to a dangerous point the antagonism between capital and labor, but it is, consciously or unconsciously, playing right into the hands of OUR ENEMIES—THE COMMUNISTS AND FASCISTS.

Original publication
Benjamin DeCasseres, “Fatal Ballyhoo,” Syracuse Journal, October 10, 1935, editorial page. Printed page number unresolved.

Billion Paranoia

By BENJAMIN DeCASSERES.

ONE of the symptoms of chronic paranoia is the delusion of a person totally broke that he has vast sums of money and that he can go on indefinitely borrowing and spending without paying back.

A cold-blooded, disinterested ailienist—say from Mars—who should make a cursory examination of the centralized national brain in Washington, or if he merely skimmed the daily papers, would most certainly pronounce us a nation far advanced along the road to paranoia.

The United States has a huge debt, running far into the billions. It has a deficit of billions of dollars. And yet it goes on spending billions of dollars—always BILLIONS, MORE BILLIONS AND MORE BILLIONS.


These billions are raised in taxes, always MORE TAXES, ALWAYS MORE BILLIONS.

Millions of persons not yet born are already being taxed into prenatal poverty to pay for the dementia of our billion-bitten rulers and their congressional servants.

Croesus, king of Lydia, was so rich and powerful that he drew all the wise men of Greece to his court.

Uncle Sam, in the hallucinated visions of our billion-mad representatives, is now Uncle Croesus.

And he, too, has drawn around him all the wise men of the Republic.


They have trooped from the East, South and West, all a-shimmer with degrees and decorations.

Many of them have graduated from four colleges, while others, like Topsy, just growed up into wisdom.

The word BILLIONS, like a star of promise and good news, drew them to the miraculous pork barrel which is in Washington.

Once being in the atmosphere where BILLIONS are spent that do not exist, where BILLIONS are paid out of empty tills and where BILLIONS of taxes are levied on people who are not yet born, they soon came to believe that the one hundred and twenty-five million inhabitants of the United States are nothing but safe deposit vaults to be rifled at will.

And so, like those happy and fantastic persons who live in asylums, they toss away billions of dollars over the breakfast coffee.


This billion-mania is no doubt part of “the more abundant life”—at least for the wise men in and out of Congress who manipulate our destinies.

There is an almighty lift, an airy buoyancy, an expansive feeling of well-being that comes to the great official who can fling billions around from coast to coast which is far greater than the effect of a morning swim or a predinner cocktail.

Our billion complex began during the war. It was our first national taste of colossal spending, colossal taxing and colossal lending.

We flipped billions out of our pocket with the merry ha-ha of a drunken sailor entering a penny arcade with a dime to spend.

We dished up billions for the European countries—those that we fought with, those that we fought against and those that didn’t fight at all—with the superb carelessness of a maharajah who has nothing else to do but to tax the living and unborn to their last rag.


During the boom years following the war we continued on our billion binge with the assurance born of our swelling head.

Those years were the megalomania period of Uncle Croesus’ new life. To talk in millions was bourgeois. To think in thousands was infantile.

We kept lending. We kept spending.

We were open sesame to Europe and to our own people.

In those days a ribbon clerk would throw out his chest when he arrived at the store in the morning and say to the cash girl:

“I see WE appropriated several billions yesterday, and Europe now owes us rah-rah billions.”

The humblest citizen lived on the manna of hallucinating BILLIONS.


Came the dawn—1929.

Did that cure us of the billion frenzy?

No. What was merely megalomania passed into paranoia.

Instead of retrenching, we began to talk bigger billions than ever.

The more definitely Europe repudiates the billions we “loaned” her, the more Uncle Croesus spends.

The deeper we get into a hole, the higher climb the billions.

THE LESS WE HAVE THE MORE WE SPEND.

It’s the greatest paradox of the ages—DEMENTIA PARADOX!

Original publication
Benjamin DeCasseres, “Billion Paranoia,” Syracuse Journal, April 2, 1935, editorial page (number unresolved).

American Parade

By BENJAMIN DeCASSERES.

Grand Marshal:
The Mad-Hatter

On Horseback:
Politicians, Racketeers, Dope Kings

In Automobiles:
Brain-Trusters, Bureaucrats, Economists

Grand Float:
The United States Treasury Pumping Out Billions of
Dollars All Over the World

TAXPAYERS TAXPAYERS TAXPAYERS
Dragging Ball and Chain

CLOWNS SENATORS SENATORS CLOWNS

Grand Float:
Guillotine Chopping Off the Heads of Capitalists

On Foot:
Upton Sinclair Leading Ten Thousand Communists

TAXPAYERS TAXPAYERS TAXPAYERS
Dragging Ball and Chain

Grand Float:
Marriner S. Eccles Dividing Our Incomes Among
the Spectators

GANGSTERS GANGSTERS GANGSTERS

Colossal Tumbril in Which Sits Big Business Manacled

INFLATIONISTS DEFLATIONISTS DILUTIONISTS
STABILIZERS

On Foot:
Henry A. Wallace Gertrude Stein Rexford G. Tugwell

TAXPAYERS TAXPAYERS TAXPAYERS
Dragging Ball and Chain

Revolving Platform:
Dr. Townsend Hurling Another Fellow’s
$8,000,000,000 to the Multitude

Grand Float:
Radical Professors Carrying the Moscow State
University to New York

DEVALUATIONISTS DEPRECIATIONISTS
REVALUATIONISTS EXPANSIONISTS

Tableau Vivant:
Huey Long, Theodore G. Bilbo, Jim Farley and
General Johnson in a Battle Royal

On a Mule:
Nicholas Murray Butler Costumed as Jupiter

TAXPAYERS TAXPAYERS TAXPAYERS
Dragging Ball and Chain

Grand Float:
Symbolical Figure of the NRA Making No Thing Grow
Where Two Things Grew Before

COMMUNISTS FASCISTS NAZISTS SOCIALISTS

An Old Fire-Horse Labeled CREDIT

Grand Float (for the Kiddies):
A Gigantic Rubber Figure Labeled
THE NATIONAL DEBT Dilating to Bursting Dimensions

TAXPAYERS TAXPAYERS TAXPAYERS
Dragging Ball and Chain

Ambulances Ambulances Ambulances Ambulances

MIKE ROMANOFF

Original publication
Benjamin DeCasseres, “American Parade,” Syracuse Journal, March 28, 1935, editorial page (number unresolved).