In October
1919, after I had returned to Cambridge, some Dutch financiers invited me to visit
Amsterdam to discuss the situation with them; and on the 12th of
October I arrived in Holland. Melchior had resigned from his position sooner
than be party to the Peace Treaty. Since that time he had twice refused to
become Minister of Finance in the new German State, and had quietly gone back
to his banking business at Hamburg. I longed to see him again; and this was an
opportunity. So from Amsterdam I caused a telegram to be sent to him saying
that I should be there for a few days and would like to see him. Three days
later he had arrived.
Amsterdam swarms with spies and busybodies, and it was thought better that we
should not meet in a hotel. Accordingly my friend Dr. Vissering, the Governor
of the Bank of the Netherlands, placed his study at our disposal. He lived in
the Keizersgracht, one of those canals which, situated in concentric circles,
give to Amsterdam its peculiarity. Before his house was one canal and behind
his garden another. The house, one of the merchant mansions of Dutch glory, had
a narrow front, but immense depth, and was so place that, bales being drawn up
into the attics from barges, it could be residence and warehouse in one.
Earlier in his
career Dr. Vissering had been Governor
of the Bank of Java, and in his long study, running back from the window over
the canal into darkness, Chino-Javanese lamps and images and cabinets, and all
the ungainly bric-a-brac of a middle-class merchant from the East, overlaid the
comfortable dignity of seventeenth-century Holland. No one was there; it was
drizzling heavily; and I looked out over the canal. I began to wonder at the
impulse which had caused me to send for Melchior, for no such idea had entered
my head before I left England, and what possible purpose this interview could
serve. All the same I wanted to see him immediately. At last the door opened
and he came in.
It was extraordinary to meet without barriers, we
two who had faced one another so often in opposition and etiquette and constraint.
Those Paris negotiations seemed to be absurd and to belong to a dream; and
after a moment’s emotional embarrassment we settled down to a long rambling
gossip as two ordinary people. He told me of the last days of Weimar, and the
struggle over the signature of the Treaty, his own resignation, how these days
had been the most dreadful of all, how Erzberger had deliberately betrayed to
an agent of the English Government the decision of a secret Cabinet Meeting between
Noske, David and himself, in which it had been decided that in any event they
must sign, and how he, Melchior, believed that it was out of a knowledge of this
decision that Lloyd George finally decided to abandon his efforts towards
moderation.
Melchior’s emotions were towards Germany and the falsehood and humiliation
which his own people had brought on themselves, rather than towards us. I also
understood most clearly, then for the first time, how dwellers in East Germany
look to the East and not Westwards. The war for him had been a war against
Russia; and it was the thought of the dark forces which might now issue from
the Eastwards, which most obsessed him.. I also understood better than before,
what a precisian he was, a strict and upright moralist, a worshipper of the
Tablets of the Law, a Rabbi. The breach of promise, the breach of discipline,
the decay of honorable behavior, the betrayal of undertakings by the one party
and the insincere acceptance by the other of impossible conditions which it was
not intended to carry out, Germany almost as guilty to accept what she could
not fulfill as the Allies to impose what they were not entitled to exact – it was
these offenses against The Word, which so much wounded him.
As we talked on, the morning passed and it began to seem ridiculous to me that
we should not lunch together openly, like any other couple. So asked him to my
hotel, where a German American Jew, Paul Warburg, brother of Melchior’s Hamburg
partner, but one of the leading financiers of the United States and formerly
the chief spirit of the Federal Reserve Board, was also to be my guest. We strolled
out through Amsterdam, and Melchior, who know it well, took me on our way to
see the courtyards of ancient almshouses, which conveyed to him, he said, most perfectly
the intimate atmosphere of the town. It was a charming spot, indicative of
order and retirement.
My book was
not then out, and I had with me the manuscript of my chapter on the President.
After lunch I read it to them. We went upstairs for privacy, this time to my bedroom
not Melchior’s. I noted its effect on the two Jews. Warburg, for personal
reasons, hated the President and felt a chuckling delight at his discomfiture;
he laughed and giggled and thought it an awfully good hit. But Melchior, as I read, grew ever
more solemn, until at the end he appeared almost to be in tears. This, then,
was the other side of the curtain,; neither profound causes, nor inevitable
fate, nor magnificent wickedness. The Tablets of the Law, it was Melchior’s thought
at that moment, had perished meanly.
*To Keynes's
dismay, Lloyd George and Clemenceau were able to pressure Wilson to agree to
include pensions in the reparations bill. Towards the end of the conference,
Keynes came up with a plan that he argued would not only help Germany and other
impoverished central European powers but also be good for the world economy as
a whole. It involved the radical writing down of war debts, which would have
had the possible effect of increasing international trade all round, but at the
same time thrown the entire cost of European reconstruction on the United
States. Lloyd George agreed it might be acceptable to the British electorate.
However, America was against the plan; the US was then the largest creditor,
and by this time Wilson had started to believe in the merits of a harsh peace
and thought that his country had already made excessive sacrifices. Hence
despite his best efforts, the end result of the conference was a treaty which
disgusted Keynes both on moral and economic grounds, and led to his resignation
from the Treasury.
Two
Memoirs; Dr. Melchior: A Defeated Enemy & My Early
Beliefs by John Maynard Keynes; Augustus M. Kelley, New York; Rubert
Hart-Davis, London 1949
My Early Beliefs:
ReplyDeleteIf, therefore, I altogether ignore our ( Cambridge/Bloomsbury fellows) merits- our charm, our intelligence, our unworldliness, our affection – I can see us as water spiders, gracefully skimming, as light and reasonable as air, the surface of the stream without any contact with the eddies and currents underneath. And if I imagine us as coming under the observation of D.H. Lawrence’s ignorant, jealous, irritable, hostile eyes, what a combination of qualities we offered to arouse his passionate distaste; this thin rationalism skipping on the crust of lava, ignoring both reality and the value of vulgar passions, joined to libertinism and comprehensive irreverence, too clever by half for such an early character as Lawrence’s friend David Garnett, seducing with its intellectual chic such a portent as Lady Ottoline Morrell, a regular skin poison. All this (Lawrence wrote ‘They made me dream of a beetle that bites like a scorpion”) to poor, silly, well-meaning us. But that is why I say there may have been just a grain of truth when Lawrence said in 1914 that we were ‘done for.”