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Rudyard Kipling
The English author of Recessional, the poem we published in our last issue and which prompted some approving correspondence, married an American girl and lived for a while in Vermont. He is thus a good candidate for our choice of a poet to commemorate Anglo-American solidarity in the face of international terrorism.
Of course, he wrote a hundred years ago when political correctness obeyed rules quite different from those that obtain today. If we were to use contemporary standards he would be judged a racist, for he believed, on the basis of his experiences in Asia, that those he called the "White Men" brought benefits to those they colonised.
But if we interpret his "White Men" as meaning the rich westerners, the men and women of Euro-American stock who offer to the world today political and economic support exemplified by democratic systems and commercial freedoms, and are resented for it, then we can read what he wrote a hundred years ago and be encouraged.
Protest against the antiterrorist alliance has not been confined to the Third World. It has been vociferous in continental Europe, common in the British Isles, and in the United States it is as blatant as it is shameful. A hundred years ago Kipling recorded the bitter resentment of those who cannot understand. Today we still have to live with it.
A Song of the White Men

Now, this is the cup the White Men drink
.....When they go to right a wrong,
And that is the cup of the old world's hate ~
.....Cruel and strained and strong.
We have drunk that cup ~ and a bitter, bitter cup ~
.....And tossed the dregs away,
But well for the world when the White Men drink
.....To the dawn of the White Man's day!

Now, this is the road that the White Men tread
.....When they go to clean a land ~
Iron underfoot and levin overhead
.....And the deep on either hand.
We have trod that road ~ and a wet and windy road ~
.....Our chosen star for guide.
Oh, well for the world when the White Men tread
.....Their highway side by side!

Now, this is the fate that the White Men hold
.....When they build their homes afar ~
"Freedom for ourselves and freedom for our sons
.....And, failing freedom, War."
We have proved our faith ~ bear witness to our faith,
.....Dear souls of freemen slain!
Oh, well for the world when the White Men join
.....To prove their faith again!

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