is it not time that we western people protested against being perpetually browbeaten with the high morality of the orient—especially of japan? i remember a curious occasion some years ago when certain able journalists on a socialist paper in fleet street suddenly burst into a blazing excitement about king asoka. their relations with this prince could not be called intimate; in point of fact, he died some thousands of years ago somewhere in the middle of asia. but it seemed that in him we had lost our only reliable moral guide. religion was a failure, and human life, on the whole, a tragedy; but king asoka was all right. he was faultlessly just, infinitely merciful, the mirror of the virtues, the prop of the poor. outsiders were naturally interested in the sources of this revelation. and after some discussion it was discovered and mildly pointed out that this description of the king’s virtues is only found on a few of the king’s own official inscriptions. old asoka may have been a very nice man, but we have only his own word for it that he was so nice as all that. and even in the benighted west it might not be impossible to find monarchs who were very just and mighty according to their own proclamations; and courts that were quite exemplary in the court circular. it had never struck these simple asokites in fleet street that the pompous enunciation of ideals probably meant no more in bengal than in birmingham, in the ancient east than in the modern west. it is as if a hindoo should say that under the sublime french monarchy every king had to be a good christian; for he was called on coins and parchments “the most christian king.” it is as if an arab said that honour was so high and sensitive among english m.p.’s that they constantly called each other, with a burst of admiration, “the honourable member for tooting.” it could hardly be more absurd if the japanese declared that an english duke must have an elegant figure, for they had seen an allusion to “his grace.” and yet it is with just this comic solemnity that we are asked to accept the moral pretensions of the east to-day, and especially the moral pretensions of japan. my eye has just fallen upon two newspaper paragraphs, each of which exclaimed mournfully what a pity it was that we had not the high conception of chivalric devotion which the japanese call “bushido,” or some such name. as if we had no chivalrous principles in europe! and as if they had no unchivalrous practices in the far east! if we see no beauty in excalibur, are we likely to take more seriously the two swords of some outlandish daimio? if we are truly dumb after the death of roland, are we likely to shout with enthusiasm at the sight of a hara-kiri?

here is, perhaps, the queerest case of all. many of these orientalists have lately been filled with horror at finding that young turks still propose to be turkish, and that advanced japan is still unaccountably japanese. dr. parker damned abdul hamid. these modern humanitarians cannot understand any people wishing to get rid of abdul hamid without also wishing to become exactly like dr. parker. in the same way they are horrified that the japanese government has very abruptly condemned some criminals said to be conspiring against the sacred person of the mikado. it never seems to occur to them that you can take off a turk’s turban without taking off his head; and that, under a brixton bowler, the head would go on thinking the same thoughts. it never seems to strike them that the man of the far east still has a yellow skin, even when you have also given him a yellow press. but the most astounding version of the thing i found in the following paragraph, the opening paragraph of an article on the japanese condemnations in an influential weekly paper:

“japan has followed western ways in a great many respects, but it is saddening to learn that she is adopting the most reprehensible methods of russia and spain in dealing with men and women who have the intelligence to be ahead of their time and have the courage to avow their opinions.”

this really strikes me as colossal. i quite agree that japan has imitated many western things; i also think that japan has mostly imitated the worst western things. that is the cause of my very defective sympathy with japan. if the japanese had imitated dante or medi?val architecture, if they had imitated michelangelo or italian painting, if they had imitated rousseau and the french revolution—then i, as a european, should have felt at least flattered. but the japanese have only imitated the worst things of our worst period: the inhuman commercialism of birmingham; the inhuman militarism of berlin. i feel as if i had looked in a mirror and seen a monkey. or, if this metaphor be counted uncharitable, i feel just as some coarse but kindly man might feel if a little brother began to imitate only his vices. i say this to show how easily i embrace the idea that japan might borrow from us bad things as well as good; and then i turn with astonishment—nay, consternation—to the paragraph i have quoted. japan (it seems) has borrowed from russia and spain the reprehensible habit of executing people without adequate trial. trial by jury, with complete reports in the newspapers next day, was the common practice all over the far east until the dreadful example of spain somehow crept across two continents and destroyed it. such a thing as autocratic execution was unknown in the east. such a notion as that of despotism had never occurred to the japanese. up to that last lost moment when they heard of russia, county councils had been buzzing in every town, republics established in every island of the east. before the european came, polling-booths were at the end of every street and ballot-boxes rattled over all asia. but, alas! they heard of spain. they heard that in spain the trials of rebels in arms had occasionally been conducted in secret; and this was enough to destroy the long and famous tradition of free democracy in the far east.

now i do think that, compared with this amazing bosh, gilbert’s mikado, with his punishment “lingering, with boiling oil in it,” might be called a good, solid, sensible picture of japan. eastern despotism has many advantages; and i do not doubt that many of its decisions were not “lingering,” but as rough and rapid as they were just. but to what mental state have people come if they cannot see that europe has been, upon the whole, the home of democracy, and asia, upon the whole, the home of despotism? really, japan is not so barren of resource as this writer supposes. the far east really has no need to go to russia for autocracy, or to spain for torture. it has done very artistic things in that way itself. and if spain and russia have indeed terrorized and tortured, it is much more historically likely that they got it from asia than that asia ever had the slightest need to borrow it from them.

the plain facts, of course, are perfectly simple. japan has borrowed our guns and telephones, but she has not borrowed our morality; and, morally speaking, i really do not see why she should. under all japan’s elaborate armour-plating she is still the same strange, heathen, sinister, and heroic thing: she has still the two deep oriental habits, prostration before despotism and ferocity of punishment. she still thinks, in the eastern style, that a king is infinitely sublime: the brother of the sun and moon. she still thinks, in the eastern style, that a criminal is infinitely punishable; “something with boiling oil in it.” why on earth should japan abandon the adoration of the mikado and the destruction of his enemies, merely because a scientific apparatus has made the mikado more victorious and the destruction of his enemies more easy?