This tragic Cherokee business which we stirred at a meeting in the church yesterday will look to me degrading & injurious do what I can. It is like dead cats around one’s neck. It is like School Committees & Sunday School classes & Teachers’ meetings & the Warren street chapel & all the other holy hurrahs. I stir in it for the sad reason that no other mortal will move & if I do not, why it is left undone.
The amount of it, be sure, is merely a Scream but sometimes a scream is better than a thesis.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Journals and Miscellaneous Notebooks 5:477