Foreword [to "On the German Republic"]

The following pages were written in the good summer days of this year 1922 for a special issue of the Neue Rundschau devoted to Gerhart Hauptman and, before seeing print, were delivered as a lecture held on an October evening in the Beethoven Auditorium in Berlin. Their delivery and their appearance in print aroused considerable controversy: less for their actual contents, which could not surprize anybody, than because their contents came from precisely this author. I soon had to be pleased when critics declined to rummage through my intestines on practical grounds, critics who otherwise damned me for "going over to the other side," for "a sudden change of mind," for "breaking" with my intellectual and political past, and when they omitted to charge me with having been ordered to the task or simply exploited. It became an almost universal opinion that it represented an altered understanding, a change of outlook that was of a surprising, confusing, and even frivolous sort.

That universal opinion is mistaken—an assurance, one I have not shrunk from repeatedly giving in private, that I now ask to stand good for here. I know of no change in my understanding. I have perhaps altered my thoughts—but not my understanding. Thoughts, however sophistical it may sound, are always only means towards an end, tools in the service of understanding; and especially for the artist it is much easier—it is less so for the immovable custodians of public opinion—to allow oneself to think or speak differently than before when it is a matter of asserting the same understanding in altered times. Already on one occasion I have noted that Goethe's maxim, that only observers have scruples, not actors, should almost be reversed in the case of the artist: he, instead, is scrupulous as an actor, as a doer, which is say as an artist; for art is the sphere of pure mind and for the artist it possesses all the dignity of observation, while thought, instead, he considers only a dialectical means; he doesn't rate it very highly in its own right, as "truth," and instead is inclined to practice observation as a form of action. Thus, when the author of these pages sometimes sustains thoughts that differ from those found in his book, Reflections of a Nonpolitical Man, it means only that there is a contradiction between the thoughts, not one within the author. He has remained the same, unified in his essential being and understanding, and so much so that he can reply both to those who praise him for having changed and to those who charge him with a betrayal of Germanness: to encourage the republic merely extends the theses advanced in the Reflections into the contemporary situation, without any rupture; his understanding is unchanged, and he in no way renounces that work's theme: that of German humanism. For its sake the author has allowed himself, with all patience, to be branded a reactionary, just as today he will survive being labelled a Jacobin for its sake. His double stance of opposition should at least bear witness to the independence of his conscience and shield him from the charge that, due to some weakness of character, he has yielded to the influence of some circle or environment or that he is changing his sails to suit the winds.

When writing this, I thought that I would be able to help a little by acting, and that it would become significant action precisely by virtue of the fact that it was I who was undertaking it; I thought that I would be giving an example precisely by virtue of the fact it was I, the notorious and fully accredited "bourgeois," who was decisively coming down on the side of the republic; and it was the same fantasy that enabled me to play the role of the rabble rouser and to rehearse what I had written before a live audience in an auditorium. All too plainly, I was mistaken. For the press prematurely seized on it and treated it after its fashion, a poor and very imprecise fashion in...