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In my opening chapters I discussed the rapid growth of Asiatic populationsand the resultant steadily augmenting outward thrust of surplus Asiatics(principally yellow men, but also in lesser degree brown men) fromovercrowded homelands toward the less-crowded regions of the earth. It is,in fact, Asiatics, and above all Mongolian Asiatics, who form the firstwaves of the rising tide of color. Unfortunately, the white world cannotpermit this rising tide free scope. White men cannot, under peril of theirvery race-existence, allow wholesale Asiatic immigration into whiterace-areas. This prohibition, which will be discussed in the next chapter,is already a serious blow to Asiatic aspirations.

But in a community of many races, there is either cross-breeding or thereis not. If there is, the children of such cross-breeding are liable toinherit[Pg 259] two souls, two temperaments, two sets of opinions, with theresult in many cases that they are unable to think or act strongly andconsistently in any direction. The classic examples are Cuba, Mexico, andBrazil. On the other hand, if there is no cross-breeding, the diversityexists in the original races, and in a community full of diverse ideals ofall kinds much of the energy of the higher type of man is dissipated intwo ways. First, in the intellectual field there is much more doubt abouteverything, and he tends to weigh, discuss, and agitate many moresubjects, in order to arrive at a conclusion amid the opposing views.Second, in practical affairs, much time and strength have to be devoted tokeeping things going along old lines, which could have been spent in newresearch and development. In how many of our large cities to-day are menof the highest type spending their whole time fighting, often in vain, tomaintain standards of honesty, decency, and order, and in trying tocompose the various ethnic elements, who should be free to build newstructures upon the old!

So Rollant felt his sword was taken forth, Opened his eyes, and this word to him spoke "Thou'rt never one of ours, full well I know." Took the olifant, that he would not let go, Struck him on th' helm, that jewelled was with gold, And broke its steel, his skull and all his bones, Out of his head both the two eyes he drove; Dead at his feet he has the pagan thrown: After he's said: "Culvert, thou wert too bold, Or right or wrong, of my sword seizing hold! They'll dub thee fool, to whom the tale is told. But my great one, my olifant I broke; Fallen from it the crystal and the gold."

Rollant hath struck the sardonyx terrace; The steel cries out, but broken is no ways. So when he sees he never can it break, Within himself begins he to complain: "Ah! Durendal, white art thou, clear of stain! Beneath the sun reflecting back his rays! In Moriane was Charles, in the vale, When from heaven God by His angel bade Him give thee to a count and capitain; Girt thee on me that noble King and great. I won for him with thee Anjou, Bretaigne, And won for him with thee Peitou, the Maine, And Normandy the free for him I gained, Also with thee Provence and Equitaigne, And Lumbardie and all the whole Romaigne, I won Baivere, all Flanders in the plain, Also Burguigne and all the whole Puillane, Costentinnople, that homage to him pays; In Saisonie all is as he ordains; With thee I won him Scotland, Ireland, Wales, England also, where he his chamber makes; Won I with thee so many countries strange That Charles holds, whose beard is white with age! For this sword's sake sorrow upon me weighs, Rather I'ld die, than it mid pagans stay. Lord God Father, never let France be shamed!"

Charles the King returned out of his swoon. Him in their hands four of his barons took, He looked to the earth, saw lying his nephew; All colourless his lusty body grew, He turned his eyes, were very shadowful. Charles complained in amity and truth: "Rollant, my friend, God lay thee mid the blooms Of Paradise, among the glorious! Thou cam'st to Spain in evil tide, seigneur! Day shall not dawn, for thee I've no dolour. How perishes my strength and my valour! None shall I have now to sustain my honour; I think I've not one friend neath heaven's roof, Kinsmen I have, but none of them's so proof." He tore his locks, till both his hands were full. Five score thousand Franks had such great dolour There was not one but sorely wept for rue. AOI.

Great is that plain, and wide is that country; Their helmets shine with golden jewellery, Also their sarks embroidered and their shields, And the ensigns fixed on all their burnished spears. The trumpets sound, their voice is very clear, And the olifant its echoing music speaks. Then the admiral, his brother calleth he, 'Tis Canabeus, the king of Floredee, Who holds the land unto the Vale Sevree; He's shewn to him Carlun's ten companies: "The pride of France, renowned land, you see. That Emperour canters right haughtily, His bearded men are with him in the rear; Over their sarks they have thrown out their beards Which are as white as driven snows that freeze. Strike us they will with lances and with spears: Battle with them we'll have, prolonged and keen; Never has man beheld such armies meet." Further than one might cast a rod that's peeled Goes Baligant before his companies. His reason then he's shewn to them, and speaks: "Pagans, come on; for now I take the field." His spear in hand he brandishes and wields, Towards Carlun has turned the point of steel. AOI.

For battle, now, ready you might them see, They're well confessed, absolved, from sin set free; Masses they've heard, Communion received, Rich offerings to those minsters they leave. Before Carlun now both the two appear: They have their spurs, are fastened on their feet, And, light and strong, their hauberks brightly gleam; Upon their heads they've laced their helmets clear, And girt on swords, with pure gold hilted each; And from their necks hang down their quartered shields; In their right hands they grasp their trenchant spears. At last they mount on their swift coursing steeds. Five score thousand chevaliers therefor weep, For Rollant's sake pity for Tierri feel. God knows full well which way the end shall be. 2b1af7f3a8