"Heinlein, Robert A - The Last Days Of The United States" - читать интересную книгу автора (Heinlein Robert A)

We can prepare to attack. We can be so bristlingly savage that other nations may fear to attack us. If we are not to have a super-state and a world police, then the United States needs the fastest and the most longrange rockets, the most powerful atomic blasts, and every other dirty trick conceived in comic strip or fantastic fiction. We must have space ships and we must have them first. We must land on the Moon and take possession of it in order to forbid its use to other nations as a base against us and in order to have it as a base against any enemy of ours. We must set up, duplicate, and reduplicate rocket installations intended to destroy almost automatically any spot on earth; we must let the world know that we have them and that we are prepared to use them at the drop of a diplomatТs silk hat. We must be prepared to tell uncooperative nations that there are men sitting in front of switches, day and night, and that an attack on Washington would cause those switches to be thrown.
And we must guard the secrets of the locations and natures of our weapons in a fashion quite impossible for a normal democracy in peace time. More of that later.
Decentralization we would have to have. Not the picayune $250,000,000,000 job which has been proposedЧ (УWait a minute! Why should we disperse our cities if we are going to have that Buck Rogers super-dooper death ray screen?Ф)
We havenТt got such a screen. Nor is it certain that we will ever have such a screen, no matter how much
money we spend. Such a screen is simply the one remote possibility which modern physics admits. It may turn out to be impossible to develop it; we simply donТt know.
We must disperse thoroughly, so thoroughly that no single concentration of population in the United States is an inviting target. Mr. Sumner SpauldingТs timid proposal of a quarter of a trillion dollars was based on the pleasant assumption that Los Angeles was an example of a properly dispersed city for the Atomic Age. This is an incredible piece of optimism which is apparently based on the belief that Hiroshima is the pattern for all future atomic attacks. Hiroshima was destroyed with one bomb. Will the enemy grace the city of the Angels with only one bomb? Why not a dozen?
The Hiroshima bomb was the gentlest, least destructive atomic bomb ever likely to be loosed. Will the enemy favor us with a love tap such as that?
Within twenty miles of the city hall of Los Angeles lives half the population of the enormous state of California. An atomic bomb dropped on that City Hall would not only blast the swarming center of the city, it would set fire to the surrounding mountains (УWARNING! No Smoking, In or Out of CarsЧ$500 fine and six months imprisonmentФ) from Mount Wilson Observatory to the sea. It would destroy the railroad terminal half a dozen blocks from the City Hall and play hob with the water system, water fetched clear from the State of Arizona.
If that is dispersion, IТll stay in Manhattan.
Los Angeles is a modern miracle, an enormous city kept alive in a desert by a complex and vulnerable concatenation of technical expedients. The first three colonies established there by the Spaniards starved to death to the last man, woman, and child. If the fragile structure of that city were disrupted by a single atomic bomb, those who survived the blast would in a
few short days be reduced to a starving, thirst-crazed mob, ready for murder and cannibalism.
No, if we are to defend ourselves we must not assume that Los Angeles is УdispersedФ despite the jokes about her far-flung city line. The Angelenos must be relocated from Oregon to Mexico, in the Mojave Desert, in Imperial Valley, in the great central valley, in the Coast Range, and in the High Sierras.
The same principles apply everywhere. Denver must be scattered out toward Laramie and Boulder, while Colorado Springs must flow around PikeТs Peak to Cripple Creek. Kansas City and Des Moines must meet at the Iowa-Missouri line, while Joplin flows up toward Kansas City and on down into the Ozarks. As for Manhattan, that is almost too much to describeЧ from Boston to Baltimore all the great east coast cities must be abandoned and the population scattered like leaves.
The cities must go. Only villages must remain. If we are to rely on dispersion as a defense in the Atomic Age, then we must spread ourselves out so thin that the enemy cannot possibly destroy us with one bingo barrage, so thin that we will be too expensive and too difficult to destroy.
It would be difficult. It would be incredibly difficult and expensiveЧMr. SpauldingТs estimate would not cover the cost of new housing alone, but new housing would be the least of our problems. We would have to rebuild more than half of our capital plantЧshops, warehouses, factories, railroads, highways, power plants, mills, garages, telephone lines, pipe lines, aqueducts, granaries, universities. We would have to take the United States apart and put it back together again according to a new plan and for a new purpose. The financial cost would be unimportant, because we could not buy it, we would have to do it, with our own hands, our own sweat. It would mean a sixty-hour week for everyone, no luxury trades, and a bare mini-
mum standard of living for all for some years. Thereafter the standard of living woula be permanently depressed, for the new United States would be organized for defense, not for mass production, nor efficient marketing, nor convenient distribution. We would have to pay for our village culture in terms of lowered consumption. Worse, a large chunk of our lowered productivity must go into producing and supporting the atomic engines of war necessary to strike back against an aggressorЧfor dispersion alone would not protect us from invasion.
If the above picture is too bleak, let us not prate about dispersion. There are only three real alternatives open to us: One, to form a truly sovereign superstate to police the globe; two, to prepare realistically for World War III in which case dispersion, real and thorough dispersion, is utterly necessary, or, third, to sit here, fat, dumb, and happy, wallowing in our luxuries, until the next Hitler annihilates us!
The other necessary consequences of defense by dispersion are even more chilling than the economic disadvantages. If we go it alone and depend on ourselves to defend ourselves we must be prepared permanently to surrender that democratic freedom of action which we habitually enjoyed in peace time. We must resign ourselves to becoming a socialistic, largely authoritarian police state, with freedom of speech, freedom of occupation, and freedom of movement subordinated to military necessity, as defined by those in charge.
Oh, yes! I dislike the prospect quite as much as you do, but I dislike still more the idea of being atomized, or of being served up as a roast by my starving neighbors. Here is what you can expect:
The front door bell rings. Mr. Joseph Public, solid citizen, goes to answer it. He recognizes a neighbor. УHi, Jack! What takes you out so late?Ф
УGot some dope for you, Joe. Relocation ordersЧI was appointed an emergency deputy, you know.Ф
УHadnТt heard, but glad to hear. Come in and sit down and tell me about it. How do the orders read? We stay, donТt we?Ф

УCanТt come inЧthanks. IТve got twenty-three more stops to make tonight. IТm sorry to say you donТt stay. Your caravan will rendezvous at Ninth and Chelsea, facing west, and gets underway at noon tomorrow.Ф
УWhat!Ф
УThatТs how it is. Sorry.Ф
УWhy, this is a damned outrage! I put in to stay hereЧwith my home town as second choice.Ф
The deputy shrugged. УSo did everybody else. But you werenТt even on the list of essential occupations from which the permanent residents were selected. Now, lookЧIТve got to hurry. Here are your orders. Limit yourself to 150 pounds of baggage, each, and take food for three days. You are to go in your own carЧyouТre getting a breakЧand you will be assigned two more passengers by the convoy captain, two more besides your wife I mean.Ф
Joe Public shoved his hands in his pockets and looked stubborn. УI wonТt be there.Ф
УNow, Joe, donТt take that attitude. I admit itТs kinda rough, being in the first detachment, but youТve had lots of notice. The newspapers have been full of it. ItТs been six months since the PresidentТs proclamation.Ф
УI wonТt go. ThereТs some mistake. I saw the councilman last week and he said he thought I would be all right. HeЧФ
УHe told everybody that, Joe. This is a Federal order.Ф
УI donТt give a damn if itТs from the Angel Gabriel. I tell you I wonТt go. IТll get an injunction.Ф
УYou canТt, Joe. This has been declared a military area and protests have to go to the Provost Marshal. IТd hate to tell you what he does with them. Anyhow, you canТt stay hereЧitТs no business of mine to put you out; I just have to tell youЧbut the salvage crews will
be here tomorrow morning to pull out your plumbing.
УThey wonТt get in.Ф
УMaybe not. But the straggler squads will go through all of these houses first.Ф
УIТll shoot!Ф
УI wouldnТt advise it. TheyТre mostly ex-Marines.Ф
Mr. Public was quiet for a long minute. Marines. УLook, Jack,Ф he said slowly, Уsuppose I do go. IТve got to have an exemption on this baggage limitation and I canТt carry passengers. My office files alone will fill up the back seat.Ф
УYou wonТt need them. You are assigned as an apprentice carpenter. The barracks you are going to are only temporary.Ф
УJoseph! Joseph! DonТt stand there with the door open! Who is it?Ф His wife followed her voice in.
He turned to tell her; the deputy took that as a good time to leave.
At eleven the next morning he pulled out of the driveway, gears clashing. He had the white, drawn look of a man who has been up all night. His wife slept beside him, her hysteria drowned in a triple dose of phenobarbital.
That is dispersion. If you donТt believe it, ask any native-born citizen of Japanese blood. Nothing less than force and police organization will drive the peasants off the slopes of Vesuvius. The bones of Pompeii and Herculaneum testify to that. Or, ask yourselfЧ will you go willingly and cheerfully to any spot and any occupation the government assigns to you? If not, unless you are right now working frantically to make World War III impossible, you have not yet adjusted yourself to the horrid facts of the Atomic Age.
For these are the facts of the Atomic Age. If we are not to have a World State, then we must accept one of two grim alternatives: A permanent state of total war, even in УpeaceФ time, with every effort turned to offense and defense, or relax to our fate, make our peace
with God, and wait for death to come out of the sky. The time in which to form a World State is passing rapidly; it may be gone by the time this is printed. It is worthwhile to note that the publisher of the string of newspapers most bitterly opposed to Уforeign entanglements,Ф particularly with Russia, and most insistent on us holding on to the vanishing УsecretФ of the atomic bombЧthis man, this publisher, lives on an enormous, self-sufficient ranch, already dispersed. Not for him is the peremptory knock on the door and the uprooting relocation order. Yet he presumes daily to tell our Congress what must be done with us and for us.
Look at the facts! Go to your public library and read the solemn statements of the men who built the atomic bomb. Do not let yourself be seduced into a false serenity by men who do not understand that the old world is dead. Regularly, in the past, our State Department has bungled us into wars and with equal regularity our military establishment has been unprepared for them. Then the lives and the strength of the common people have bought for them a victory.
Now comes a war which cannot be won after such mistakes.
If we are to die, let us die like men, eyes open, aware of our peril and striving to cope with itЧnot as fat and fatuous fools, smug in the belief that the military men and the diplomats have the whole thing under control.