Reflecting on the death of Karl Marx, Tucker proclaims his high regard for Marx-as-Egalitarian…and his disgust for Marx-as-Authoritarian.
Tucker blasts notions that immigrants come bearing crime and socialism, argues for atheism, and heaps praise on Auberon Herbert.
Reacting to the deadly fiasco at Homestead, Pennsylvania, Tucker renews his alliance with labor in the face of industrialized corporate-capitalism.
Despite his initial reactions, Tucker settles in to sympathize with the “martyrs” convicted of and executed for the Haymarket Square bombing.
After surveying a string of possible arsons (by communists, for insurance fraud) and the Haymarket Square bombing, Tucker advises against all violence.
Tucker advised anarchists to stay away from both ballot boxes and cartridge boxes. Using force only ever causes more trouble and weakens liberty.
From withdrawing every sort of tax revenue to trans-Atlantic reform associations, Tucker argues that ‘passive resistance’ can kill the state.
Despite two decades (and more) of conservative suppression, radical Quakerism lived on over the ages thanks to pamphlets like Nayler’s.
For radical early Quakers like James Nayler, resistance was a way of life. In the “Lamb’s War” on Satan, they were called to open hearts, not end lives.
Tucker’s affinity for (stateless) socialism did not make the leap to property-less communism, a situation waiting for us all in death.
Tucker attempts to convince his individualist contemporaries that not all Socialism is State Socialism.
Libertarianism and socialism once looked alike. Tucker shows the Socialists’ error: they became infected by statism.
In a brief flurry of choice editorials, Tucker returns again to “picket duty,” addressing some of the many differences between himself and contemporary Henry George.
Horton’s selection of poetry begins by assuring white audiences that the black author has no intentions of subverting white supremacy.
For Tucker, Liberty was The Great Abolitionist, smasher of profit, rent, monopoly, and any other social contrivance separating labor from its fruits.
If Old South slavery was so awful, how did it produce poet George Moses Horton?—Through his life and verse, we seek out an answer.
With a taste of actual poverty and a whiff of fake charity, Melville leaves us doubting whether our personal ethics have much improved.
Melville suggests that unless the modernizing, industrializing world retained its humanistic sensibilities, we’ll create our own Hells.