If A Community Decides That Some Conduct

Would We Hold Liberty, We Must Have Charity- Charity To Others, Charity To Ourselves, Crawling Up From The Moist Ovens Of A Steaming World, Still Carrying The Passional Equipment Of Our Ferocious Ancestors, Emerging From Black Superstition Amid Carnage And Atrocity To Our Perilous Present.

That Community Is Already In The Process Of Dissolution Where Each Man Begins To Eye His Neighbor As A Possible Enemy, Where Non-conformity With The Accepted Creed, Political As Well As Religious, Is A Mark Of Disaffection; Where Denunciation, Without Specification Or Backing, Takes The Place Of Evidence; Where Orthodoxy Chokes Freedom Of Dissent; Where Faith In The Eventual Supremacy Of Reason Has Become So Timid That We Dare Not Enter Our Convictions In The Open Lists, To Win Or Lose.

The Public Official Must Pick His Way Nicely, Must Learn To Placate Though Not To Yield Too Much, To Have The Art Of Honeyed Words But Not To Seem Neutral, And Above All To Keep Constantly Audible, Visible, Likable, Even Kissable.

The Condition Of Our Survival In Any But The Meagerest Existence Is Our Willingness To Accommodate Ourselves To The Conflicting Interests Of Others, To Learn To Live In A Social World.

Tyranny Is Tyranny, No Matter What Its Form; The Free Man Will Resist It If His Courage Serves.