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Title: Peter Kropotkin Author: Errico Malatesta Date: 15 April 1931 Language: en Topics: PĂ«tr Kropotkin, biography, critique Source: Retrieved on Jul 30, 2019 from http://dwardmac.pitzer.edu/Anarchist_Archives/malatesta/ForgottenPrinciples.html
Peter Kropotkin is without doubt one of those who have contributed
perhaps more—perhaps more even than Bakunin and Elisee Reclus—to the
elaboration and propagandation of anarchist ideas. And he has therefore
well deserved the recognition and the admiration that all anarchists
feel for him.
But in homage to the truth and in the greater interest of the cause, one
must recognize that his activity has not all been wholly beneficial. It
was not his fault; on the contrary, it was the very eminence of his
qualities which gave rise to the ills I am proposing to discuss.
Naturally, Kropotkin being a mortal among mortals could not always avoid
error and embrace the whole truth. One should have therefore profited by
his invaluable contribution and continued the search which would lead to
further advances. But his literary talents, the importance and volume of
his output, his indefatigable activity, the prestige that came to him
from his reputation as a great scientist, the fact that he had given up
a highly privileged position to defend, at the cost of suffering and
danger, the popular cause, and furthermore the fascination of his
personality which held the attention of those who had the good fortune
to meet him, all made him acquire a notoriety and an influence such that
he appeared, and to a great extent he really was, the recognized master
for most anarchists.
As a result of which, criticism was discouraged and the development of
the anarchist idea was arrested. For many years, in spite of the
inconcolastic and progressive spirit of anarchists, most of them so far
as theory and propaganda were concerned, did no more than study and
quote Kropotkin. To express oneself other than the way he did was
considered by many comrades almost as heresy.
It would therefore be opportune to subject Kropotkin’s teaching to close
and critical analysis in order to separate that which is ever real and
alive from that which was more recent thought and experience will have
shown to be mistaken. A matter which would concern not only Kropotkin,
for the errors that one can blame him for having committed were already
being professed by anarchists before Kropotkin acquired his eminent
place in the movement: he confirmed them and made them last by adding
the weight of his talent and his prestige; but all us old militants, or
almost all of us, have our share of responsibility.
In writing now about Kropotkin I do not intend to examine his teachings.
I only wish to record a few impressions and recollections, which may I
believe, serve to make better known his moral and intellectual stature
as well as understanding more clearly his qualities and his faults.
But first of all I will say a few words which come from the heart
because I cannot think of Kropotkin without being moved by the
recollection of his immense goodness. I remember what he did in Geneva
in the winter of 1879 to help a group of Italian refugees in dire
straits, among them myself; I remember the small attentions, I would
call maternal, which he bestowed on me when one night in London having
been the victim of an accident I went and knocked on his door; I recall
the innumerable kind actions towards all sorts of people; I remember the
cordial atmosphere with which he was surrounded. Because he was a really
good person, of that goodness which is almost unconscious and needs to
relive all suffering and be surrounded by smiles and happiness. One
would have in fact said that he was good without knowing it; in any case
he didn’t like one saying so, and he was offended when I wrote in an
article on the occasion of his 70^(th) birthday that his goodness was
the first of his qualities. He would rather boast of his energy and
courage—perhaps because these latter qualities had been developed in,
and for, the struggle, whereas goodness was the spontaneous expression
of his intimate nature.
I had the honour and good fortune of being for many years linked to
Kropotkin by the warmest friendship.
We loved each other because we were inspired by the same passion, by the
same hopes…and also by the same illusions.
Both of us were optimistic by temperament (I believe nevertheless that
Kropotkin’s optimism surpassed mine by a long chalk and possibly sprung
from a different source) and we saw things with rose tinted
spectacles—alas! Everything was too rosy—we then hoped, and it is more
than fifty years ago, in a revolution to be made in the immediate future
which was to have ushered in our ideal society. During these long years
there were certainly periods of doubt and discouragement. I remember
Kropotkin once telling me: My dear Errico, I fear we are alone, you and
I, in believing a revolution to be near at hand”. But they were passing
moods; very soon confidence returned; we explained away the existing
difficulties and the skepticism of the comrades and went on working and
hoping.
Nevertheless it must not be imagined that on all questions we shared the
same views. On the contrary, on many fundamentals we were far from being
in agreement, and almost every time we met we would have noisy and
heated discussions; but as Kropotkin always felt sure that right was on
his side, and could not calmly suffer to be contradicted, and I, on the
other hand, had great respect for his erudition and deep concern for his
uncertain health, these discussions always ended by changing the subject
to avoid undue excitement.
But this did not in any way harm the intimacy of our relationship,
because we loved each other and because we collaborated for sentimental
rather than intellectual reasons. Whatever may have been our differences
of interpretation of the facts, of the arguments by which we justified
out actions, in practice we wanted the same things and were motivated by
the same intense feeling for freedom, justice and the being of all
mankind. We could therefore get on together.
And in fact there was never serious disagreement between us until that
day in 1914 when we were faced with a question of practical conduct of
capital importance to both of us: that of the attitude to be adopted by
anarchists to the War. On that occasion Kropotkin’s old preferences for
all that which is Russian and French were reawakened and exacerbated in
him, and he declared himself an enthusiastic supporter of the Entente.
He seemed to forget that he was an Internationalist, a socialist and an
anarchist; he forgot what he himself had written only a short time
before about the war that the Capitalists were preparing, and began
expressing admiration for the worst Allied statesmen and Generals, and
at the same time treated as cowards the anarchists who refused to join
the Union Sacre, regretting that his age and his poor health prevented
him from taking up rifle and marching against the Germans. It was
impossible therefore to see eye to eye: for me he was a truly
pathological case. All the same it was one of the saddest, most painful
moments of my life (and, I dare to suggest, for him too) when, after a
more than acrimonious discussion, we parted like adversaries, almost as
enemies.
Great was my sorrow at the loss of the friend and for the harm done to
the cause as a result the confusion that would be created among the
comrades by his defection. But in spite of everything the love and
esteem which I felt for the man were unimpaired, just as the hope that
once the moment of euphoria had passed and their proper perspective, he
would admit his mistake and return to the movement, the Kropotkin of
old.
Kropotkin was at the same time a scientist and a social reformer. He was
inspired by two passions: the desire for knowledge and the desire to act
for the good of humanity, two noble passions which can be mutually
useful and which one would like to see in all men, without being, for
all this, one and the same thing. But Kropotkin was an eminently
systematic personality and he wanted to explain everything with one
principle, and reduce everything to unity and often, did so, in my
opinion, at the expense of logic.
Thus he used science to support his social aspirations, because in his
opinion, they were simply rigorous scientific deductions.
I have no special competence to judge Kropotkin as a scientist. I know
that he had in his early youth rendered notable service to geography and
geology, and I appreciate the great importance of his book on Mutual
Aid, and I am convinced that with his vast culture and noble
intelligence, could have made a greater contribution to the advancement
of the sciences had his thoughts and activity not been absorbed in the
social struggle. Nevertheless it seems to me that he lacked that
something which goes to make a true man of science; the capacity to
forget one’s aspirations and preconceptions and observe facts with cold
objectivity. He seemed to be to be what I would gladly call, a poet of
science. By an original intuition, he might have succeeded in foreseeing
new truths, but these truths would have needed to be verified by others
with less, or no imagination, but who were better equipped with what is
called the scientific spirit. Kropotkin was too passionate to be an
accurate observer.
His normal procedure was to start with a hypothesis and then look for
the facts that would confirm it—which may be a good method for
discovering new things; but what happened, and quite unintentionally,
was that he did not see the ones which invalidated his hypothesis.
He could not bring himself to admit a fact, and often not even consider
it, if he had not first managed to explain it, that is to fit it into
his system.
As an example I will recount an episode in which I played a part.
When I was in the Argentinean Pampas (in the years 1885 to 1889), I
happened to read something about the experiments in hypnosis by the
School of Nancy, which was new to me. I was very interested in the
subject but had no opportunity at the time to find out more. When I was
back again in Europe I saw Kropotkin in London, and asked him if he
could give me some information on hypnosis. Kropotkin flatly denied that
there was any truth in it; that it was either all a fake or a question
of hallucinations. Some time later I saw him again, and the conversation
turned once more onto the subject. To my great surprise I found that his
opinion had completely changed; hypnotic phenomena had become a subject
of interest deserving to be studied. What had happened then? Had he
learned new facts or had he had convincing proofs of those he had
previously denied? Not at all. He had, quite simply, read in a book, by
I don’t know which German physiologist, a theory in the relationship
between the two hemispheres of the brain which could serve to explain,
well or badly, the phenomena of hypnosis.
In view of this mental predisposition which allowed him to accommodate
things to suit himself in questions of pure science, in which there are
no reasons why passion should obfuscate the intellect, one could foresee
what would happen over those questions which intimately concerned his
deepest wishes and his most cherished hopes.
Kropotkin adhered to the materialist philosophy that prevailed among
scientists in the second half of the 19^(th) century, the philosophy of
Moleschott, Buchner, Vogt and others; and consequently his concept of
the Universe was rigorously mechanistic.
According to his system, Will (a creative power whose source and nature
we cannot comprehend, just as, likewise, we do not understand the nature
and source of “matter” or of any of the other “first principles”)—I was
saying, Will which contributed much or little in determining the conduct
of individuals—and of society, does not exist and is a mere illusion.
All that has been, that is and will be, from the path of the stars to
the birth and decline of a civilization, from the perfume of a rose to
the smile on a mother’s lips, from an earthquake to the thoughts of a
Newton, from a tyrant’s cruelty to a saint’s goodness, everything had
to, must, and will occur as a result of an inevitable sequence of causes
and effects of mechanical origin, which leaves no possibility of
variety. The illusion of Will is itself a mechanical fact.
Naturally if Will has no power, if everything is necessary and cannot be
otherwise, then ideas of freedom, justice and responsibility have no
meaning, and have no bearing on reality.
Thus logically all we can do is to contemplate what is happening in the
world, with indifference, pleasure or pain, depending on one’s personal
feelings, without hope and without the possibility of changing anything.
So Kropotkin, who was very critical of the fatalism of the Marxists,
was, himself the victim of mechanistic fatalism which is far more
inhibiting.
But philosophy could not kill the powerful Will that was in Kropotkin.
He was too strongly convinced of the truth of his system to abandon it
or stand by passively while others cast doubt on it; he was too
passionate, and too desirous of liberty and justice to be halted by the
difficulty of a logical contradiction, and give up the struggle. He got
round the dilemma by introducing anarchism into his system and making it
into a scientific truth.
He would seek confirmation for his view by maintaining that all recent
discoveries in all the sciences, from astronomy right through to biology
and sociology coincided in demonstrating always more clearly that
anarchy is the form of social organization which is imposed by natural
laws.
One could have pointed out that whatever are the conclusions that can be
drawn from contemporary science, it was a fact that if new discoveries
were to destroy present scientific beliefs, he would have remained an
anarchist in spite of science, just as he was an anarchist in spite of
logic. But Kropotkin would not have been able to admit the possibility
of a conflict between science and his social aspirations and would have
always thought up a means, no matter whether it was logical or not, to
reconcile his mechanistic philosophy with his anarchism.
Thus, after having said that “anarchy is a concept of the Universe based
on the mechanical interpretation of phenomena which embrace the whole of
nature including the life of societies” (I confess I have never
succeeded in understanding what this might mean) Kropotkin would forget
his mechanistic concept as a matter of no importance, and throw himself
into the struggle with the fire, enthusiasm and confidence of one who
believes in the efficacy of his Will and who hopes by his activity to
obtain or contribute to the achievement of the things he wants.
In point of fact Kropotkin’s anarchism and communism were much more the
consequence of his sensibility than of reason. In him the heart spoke
first and then reason followed to justify and reinforce the impulses of
the heart.
What constituted the true essence of his character was his love of
mankind, the sympathy he had for the poor and the oppressed. He truly
suffered for others, and found injustice intolerable even if it operated
in his favour.
At the time when I frequented him in London, he earned his living by
collaborating to scientific magazines and other publications, and lived
in relatively comfortable circumstances; but he felt a kind of remorse
at being better off than most manual workers and always seemed to want
to excuse himself for the small comforts he could afford. He often said,
when speaking of himself and of those in similar circumstances: “If we
have been able to educate ourselves and develop our faculties; if we
have access to intellectual satisfactions and live in not too bad
material circumstances, it is because we have benefited, through and
accident of rebirth, by the exploitation to which the workers are
subjected; and therefore the struggle for the emancipation of the
workers is a duty, a debt which we must repay.”
It was for his love of justice, and as if by way of expiating the
privileges that he had enjoyed, that he had given up his position,
neglected his studies he so enjoyed, to devote himself to the education
of the workers of St. Petersburg and the struggle against the despotism
of the Tsars. Urged on by these same feelings he had subsequently joined
the International and accepted anarchist ideas. Finally, among the
different interpretations of anarchism he chose and made his own the
communist-anarchist program which, being based on solidarity and on
love, goes beyond justice itself.
But as was obviously foreseeable, his philosophy was not without
influence on the way he conceived the future and on the form the
struggle for its achievement should take.
Since, according to his philosophy that which occurs must necessarily
occur, so also the communist-anarchism he desired, must inevitably
triumph as if by a law of Nature.
And this freed him from any doubt and removed all difficulties from his
path. The bourgeois world was destined to crumble; it was already
breaking up and revolutionary action only served to hasten the process.
His immense influence as a propagandist as well as stemming from his
great talents, rested on the fact that he showed things to be so simple,
so easy, so inevitable, that those who heard him speak or read his
articles were immediately fired with enthusiasm.
Moral problems vanished because he attributed to the “people”, the
working masses, great abilities and all the virtues. With reason he
praised the moral influence of work, but did not sufficiently clearly
see the depressing and corrupting effects of misery and subjection. And
he thought that it would be sufficient to abolish the capitalists’
privileges and the rulers’ power for all men immediately to start loving
each other as brothers and to care for the interests of others as they
would for their own.
In the same way he did not see the material difficulties, or he easily
dismissed them. He had accepted the idea, widely held among the
anarchists at the time, that the accumulated stocks of food and
manufactured goods, were so abundant that for a long time to come it
would not be necessary to worry about production; and he always declared
that the immediate problem was one of consumption, that for the triumph
of the revolution it was necessary to satisfy the needs of everyone
immediately as well as abundantly, and that production would follow the
rhythm of consumption. From this idea came that of “taking from the
storehouses” (“presanel mucchio”), which he polularised and which is
certainly the simplest way of conceiving communism and the most likely
to please the masses, but which is also the most primitive, as well as
truly utopian, way. And when he was made to observe that this
accumulation of products could not possibly exist, because the bosses
normally allow for the production of what they can sell at a profit, and
that possibly at the beginning of a revolution it would be necessary to
organize a system of rationing, and press for an intensification of
production rather than call upon to help themselves from a storehouse
which in the event would be nonexistent, Kropotkin set about studying
the problem at first hand and arrived at the conclusion that in fact
such abundance did not exist and that some countries were continually
threatened by shortages. But he recovered by thinking of the great
potentialities of agriculture aided by science. He took as examples the
results obtained by a few cultivators and gifted agronomists over
limited areas and drew the most encouraging conclusions, without
thinking of the difficulties that would be put in the way by the
ignorance and aversion of peasants to what is change, and in any case to
the time that would be needed to achieve general acceptance of the new
forms of cultivation and of distribution.
As always, Kropotkin saw things as he would have wished them to be and
as we all hope they will be one day; he considered as existing or
immediately realizable that which must be won through long and bitter
struggle.
At bottom Kropotkin conceived nature as a kind of Providence, thanks to
which there had to be harmony in all things, including human societies.
And this has led many anarchists to repeat that “Anarchy is Natural
Order”, a phrase with an exquisite kropotkinian flavour.
If it is true that the law of Nature is Harmony, I suggest one would be
entitled to ask why Nature has waited for anarchists to be born, and
goes on waiting for them to triumph, in order to destroy the terrible
and destructive conflicts from which mankind has already suffered.
Would one not be closer to the truth in saying that anarchy is the
struggle, in human society, against the disharmonies of Nature?
I have stressed the two errors which, in my opinion, Kropotkin
committed—his theory of fatalism and his excessive optimism, because I
believe I have observed the harmful results they have produced on our
movement.
There were comrades who took the fatalist theory—which they
euphemistically referred to as determinism—seriously and as a result
lost all revolutionary spirit. The revolution, they said, is not made;
it will come when the time is ripe for it, and it is useless,
unscientific and even ridiculous to try to provoke it. And armed with
such sound reasons, they withdrew from the movement and went about their
own business. But it would be wrong to believe that this was a
convenient excuse to withdraw from the struggle. I have known many
comrades of great courage and worth, who have exposed themselves to
great dangers and who have sacrificed their freedom and even their lives
in the name of anarchy while being convinced of the uselessness of their
actions. They have acted out of disgust for present society, in a spirit
of revenge, out of desperation, or the love of the grand gesture, but
without thinking thereby of serving the cause of revolution, and
consequently without selecting the target and the opportune moment, or
without bothering to coordinate their action with that of others.
On the other hand, those who without troubling themselves with
philosophy have wanted to work towards, and for, the revolution, have
imagined the problems as much simpler than they are in reality, did not
foresee the difficulties, and prepare for them…and because of this we
have found ourselves impotent even when there was perhaps a chance of
effective action.
May the errors of the past serve to teach us to do better in the future.
I have said what I had to say.
I do not think my strictures on him can diminish Kropotkin, the person,
who remains, in spite of everything one of the shining lights of our
movement.
If they are just, they will serve to show that no man is free from
error, not even when he is gifted with the great intelligence and the
generous heart of a Kropotkin.
In any case anarchists will always find in his writings a treasury of
fertile ideas and in his life an example and an incentive in the
struggle for all that is good.