East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1919-07-11
Tells Of Stricken e.ssia, Dowutrodden. Hunlili.
ated, Tortured, W.ll-Nigh Exterminated.


tinue without sleam .f lsh,. as In a real
he'll from which there IL no way out md over
which malignant. terrible forces ruIe unehal-
ienged. There is still time to shorten their suf-
ferings. there Is still time to remove the
menace of death from their heads and q Is
for the saving OF their souls that send fTth
my human prayer.
The Russia Of Today.
My friend. will not begin to tell you how
painful and terrible II Is in Russia now
or in our martyred Petrograd. / could not tell
you II wanted to- All that would try to
say would be pale and Insignificant beside ac-
tuaEty. In order to be, able to tell you one
need have words. and words now like money.
have become counterfeit and longer
worth the value they proclaim. Whole noun
tains Of verbal falsehood have accumulated in
tha world and under this the true word
appears feeble and wthered and lost among
thousand monstrous shadows. How may
open one's lips for prayer when drunken Satan
himself officates at the altar? Suppose
apcak word. terror. murder or bood-what
sii IL mean to the ear. which in the course
NJ five years has hardly heard any other
words9 Suppose should attempt to describe
the horrors OF dying Petrograd-wili 1t not
sound semewhat old. already told at some time.
II
invention OF noveIist-a pathetic exaSgera-
ton CT an advo.--te vss .s eEer.lps h'4-seIf
for his cliert1
No. will not sttemnt to tell you either OF
the quantity quality of sufferings.
Enough words have already been said by
others. and there new words In human
speech. But one peculiarity of these sur
ferings 1 will permit myself to mention. and
that Is the feeling OF defencelessness the
part of self and the feeling of impunty the
part of the niirderer. II is not terrible a
thing to die to undergo sutferings vergjns
death when you feel behind yo, the hand
of the law which in way another. sooner
later. will not allow the shedding OF your
blood to go unpunished-wi not consider you
merely bottle, OF cider which a. careless
drunkasd pas :.rP BY may splil on n, pave
ment- itH-
II is not a terrible thing to die while you stig
believe In the murderer's conscience. in which
you suppose sooner later he will find his
punishment 1t is not terrible thing to die.
but unbearingly painful to suffer when this
happens the open market place In broad.
daylight. before the Indifferent eyes of men
and of heaven itself. and to know you die
that there Is conscience in the murderer.
that he is weii fed. happy and rich. that under
the cover OF false words. far from suffering
punishment, ne Will earn sOiic uue . app'huSes
some ones respect and profound admiration
IT is a terrible thing when little children are
hungry and dying that the murderers are eat
ins safety and Trotzky is guping down hi,
throat the last bottle of milk,
It is a terrible thing to know that for the
dead there are not enough graves In Petro-
grad. while for this gentry the roads are open
not only to the Prinkipo Islands but to the
whole world; that with their stolen wealth
they have access to all the best climates. all
the best places of the vernai earth. 1t is un-
bearable while dying to think that on some
ones inhuman scales you weigh no more than
a midget and that your previous r.e is cast
out of ia world like spittle.
On Faith in Man.
do not know to what extent my faith In
man can find a response In the martyred Petro-
grad. There they barely believe. not only in
man but even In God And that means that
having lost all faith In human and divine ;;is-
tice, the unpublished uampling down Of all the
higher qualities of the human soul makes the
suffering greater and incomparably more in
tense than the physical torments in the Boil
shevist torture chambers 1t Is because of
this that all of almost mad; 1t is because
of this that even the more stesdfast Of US are
separated merely by fine line from despair
ai,oast happinesB to be released from life.
Who knows, perhaps sven this. my appeal tn
you, Is also madness By which have been
seized no less than the others, perhaps you do
not exist at all and am ciutchins with my
hands only at the phantom of man. No.
do believe In you. but will tell you the Bit
ter truth. All my strength must gather for
this faith. for this misplaced lamentation. the
whole futity Of which appears so clearly -
my nina at moments But no. still believe In
you Act then. Man! In such way that my
faith might also become the faith OF those un-
fortunates who at this very moment are strus-
Cling with despair in the inscrutable darkness
of Petrosrad and are already lifting hand in
order to kill themselves and their children. A
human SOIL Is pertshngi
The o S Call.
My friend rise and stretch out hand to US.
Every individual Frencbman. turn to you and
eail to you. What II your leaders weak or
IN srros7 Repair their error ard with your