It Could Happen Here - CZM Book Club: Two More Stories by Leo Tolstoy

Episode Date: June 22, 2025

Margaret reads you two more stories about anticapitalism and religion. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Book club, book club, book club, book club. Book Club. Book Club. I'm a good singer. Hi, this is Margaret Killjoy and you are listening to Cool Zone Media Book Club. The only book club that you don't have to do the reading for because I do the reading for you. And this week I'm going to keep reading you Tolst, because I'm on a kick where I want to read you stories from old revolutionaries. And Tolstoy is one of the ones who actually knows how to write. I've got two stories for you that you might like that I feel like are kind of interesting ways to write radical fiction.

The first one is called The Two Brothers and the Gold. And I feel like this story more than anything else is like, yeah, Tolstoy is kind of seen as the founder of Christian anarchism and I cannot imagine a story that more directly presents Christian anti-capitalism than this particular story. The Two Brothers and the Gold Once upon a time, in the days long since gone by, there dwelt at Jerusalem two brothers. The name of the elder was Athensius, the name of the younger, John. They dwelt on a hill not far from the town,

and lived upon what people gave to them. Every day the brothers went out to work. They worked not for themselves, but for the poor. Wherever the overworked, the sick were to be found. Wherever there were widows and orphans, thither went the brothers. And there they worked and spent their time, taking no payment. Thus the brothers went about separately the whole week, and only met together in the evening of the Sabbath at their own dwelling. Only on Sunday did they remain at home, praying and conversing together. And the angel of the Lord came down to them and blessed them. On the Monday they separated again, each going his own way.

Thus did the brothers live for many years, and every week the angel of the Lord came down to them and blessed them. One Monday, when the brothers had gone forth to work and had parted their several ways, the elder brother, Offensius, felt sorry at having had to part from his beloved brother, and he stood still and glanced after him. John was walking with his bent head, and he did not look back. But suddenly John also stopped as if he perceived something and continued to gaze fixedly at it.

Presently he drew near to that which he had been looking upon, and then suddenly leapt aside and, not stopping for another instant, ran towards the mountain and up the mountain, right away from the place, just as if some savage beast were pursuing him. Athensius was astonished and turned back to the place to find out what his brother had been so afraid of. At last he approached the spot, and then he saw something glistening in the sun. He drew nearer. On the grass, as if poured out from a measure, lay a heap of gold.

And Othensius was still more astonished, both at the sight of the gold and at the leaping aside of his brother. What was he afraid of? What did he run away from, thought Othensius? There is no sin in gold. Sin is in man. You may do ill with gold, but you may also do good. How many widows and orphans might not be fed therewith?

How many naked ones might not be clothed? How many poor and sick might not be cared for and cured by means of this gold. Know indeed we minister to people, but our ministration is but little, because our power is so small, and with this gold we might minister to people much more than we do now." Thus thought Athensius, and would have said so to his brother, but John was by this time out of hearing, and looked no bigger than a cockshaver on the farther mountain. And Offensius took off his garment, shoveled as much gold into it as he was able to carry, threw it over his shoulder, and went into the town.

He went to an inn, gave the gold to the innkeeper, and then went off to fetch the rest of it. And when he had brought in all the gold, he went to the merchants, bought land in that town, bought stones, wood, hired laborers, and set about building three houses. And Athensius abode in the town three months, and built the three houses in that town. One of the houses was an asylum for widows and orphans.

The second house was a hospital for the sick, and the third house was a hospice for the poor and the pilgrims. And Athensius sought him out three God-fearing elders, and the first elder he placed over the refuge, the second over the hospital, and the third over the hospice for pilgrims. And Athensius had three thousand gold pieces still left, and he gave a thousand to each of the elders, that they might have wherewith to distribute among the poor. And all three houses began to be filled with people, and the people began to praise Athensius for all that he had done.

And Athensius rejoiced thereat, so that he had no desire to depart from the town. But Athensius loved his brother, and taking leave of the people, and not keeping for himself a single coin of all this money, he went back to his dwelling in the self-same old garment in which he had come to town. Athensius was drawing nearer to his mountain, and he thought to himself, My brother judged wrongly when he leapt aside from the gold and ran away from it. Haven't I done much better?

And Athensius had no sooner thought this than suddenly he beheld standing in his path, the angel who had been sent to bless him, but now looked threateningly upon him. And Athensius was aghast and could only say, Wherefore, my lord? And the angel opened his mouth and said, Thou art not worthy to dwell with thy brother. That one leap aside of thy brothers was worth more than all thou hast done with thy gold. Athensius began to talk of how many poor and how many pilgrims he had fed,

of how many orphans he had cared for. And the angel said to him, That same devil who placed the gold there in order to corrupt thee, hath also put these big words into thy mouth. And then the conscience of Althensius upbraided him, and he understood what he had done was not for God. And he wept and began to repent. Then the angel stepped aside from the road, and left free for him

the path in which John was already standing, awaiting his brother. And from thenceforth, Offensius yielded no more to the wiles of the devil, who had strewn the gold in his path, and he understood that not by gold, but by good works only, could he render service to God and his fellow man. And the brethren dwelt together as before." And like, I read this, and I mean, I'm not on the same page theologically as Tolstoy, I never thought I was.

It's just so interesting to me because I'm like, well, I don't know, he might have done better by setting up all those charities or whatever. Or maybe there's other things he could have done with it instead. But this is internally consistent and it is interesting to think about how you're like, well, you can create these institutions and try to have them be good. And very often when we create institutions, they do not do good. I would actually like to claim that the Catholic Church is a prime example of this.

You can argue with me or believe whatever you want about this. But the idea of creating these institutions, you know, power corrupts. And Althensius wasn't corrupted. He kept nothing for himself. But if you look at the history of the church, you see this, you know, thing that theoretically was probably created for what felt like charitable purposes and has done a lot of really destructive things by

means of institutional power. And so perhaps setting up these things, I don't know, that's probably not what the story's really about. It probably is just literally about gold and that just trying to be good is more important. But I'm like, I also think it's important to try and do good at scale and just do it in a way where like maybe the problem is just him deciding exactly what's got to be done with the gold,

whether he takes some for himself or not I don't know maybe I have all these opinions because this podcast is brought to you by ads and that feels out of character to what we just read but here they are I'm Robert Evans and on my podcast behind the Bastards we talk about the worst people in all of history. We've discussed a lot of horrible monsters in our time, but this week we have one of the very worst we'll ever talk about. David Berg, founder of a cult called the Children of God.

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Leo Tolstoy was a 19th century Russian author, one of the most famous authors in literature, history, and he wrote War and Peace, I guess, most famously. And he wrote a lot of stories, and he's seen as the sort of father of Christian anarchism. And yeah, he has like good quotes about like the anarchists are right in everything except the idea that bombs are how you bring about good things. I'm not only paraphrasing, I'm just repeating from memory badly. This story is called The Coffee House of Surat, and warning for outdated language and, you know, whatever. I'm reading a story from the 19th century.

This is not the way that I would recommend people write about certain ideas now, but y'all can understand that. In the town of Surat in India, there was a coffee house where many travelers and foreigners from all parts of the world met and conversed. One day, a learned Persian theologian visited this coffee house. He was a man who had spent his life studying the nature of deity and reading and writing books on the subject. He had thought, read, and written so much about God that

eventually he lost his wits, became quite confused, and ceased even to believe in the existence of a god. The shah, hearing of this, had banished him from Persia. After having argued all his life about the first cause, this unfortunate theologian had ended by quite perplexing himself and instead of understanding that he had lost his own reason, he began to think there was no higher reason controlling the universe. This man had an African slave who followed him everywhere. When the theologian entered the coffee house, the slave remained outside, near the door,

sitting on a stone in the glare of the sun and driving away the flies that buzzed around him. The Persian, having settled down on a divan in the coffee house, ordered himself a cup of opium. When he had drunk it and the opium had begun to quicken the workings of his brain, he addressed his slave through the open door. Tell me, wretched slave, said he. Do you think there is a god or not? Of course there is, said the slave, and immediately drew from under his girdle a small idol of wood.

There, said he, that is the god who has guarded me from the day of my birth. Everyone in our country worships the fetish tree from the wood of which this God was made." This conversation between the theologian and his slave was listened to with surprise by the other guests in the coffee house. They were astonished at the master's question and yet more so at the slave's reply. One of them, a Brahmin, on hearing the words spoken by the slave, turned to him and said, miserable fool, is it possible that you believe God can be carried under a man's girdle? There is only one God, Brahma, and he is greater than the whole world, for he created it. Brahma

is the one, the mighty God, and in his honor are built the temples on the Ganges banks where his true priests the Brahmins worship him. They know the true God and none but they. A thousand score of years have passed and yet through revolution after revolution these priests have held their sway because Brahma the one true God has protected them. So spoke the Brahmin, thinking to convince everyone. But a Jewish broker who was present replied to him and said, No, the temple of the true God is not in India. Neither does God protect the Brahmin caste. The true God is not the God of the Brahmins, but of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.

None does he protect but his chosen people, the Israelites. From the commencement of the world, our nation has been beloved of him and ours alone. If we are now scattered over the whole earth, it is but to try us, for God has promised that he will one day gather his people together in Jerusalem. Then, with the Temple of Jerusalem, the wonder of the ancient world, restored to its splendor, shall Israel be established, a ruler over all nations." So spoke the Jew and burst into tears. He wished to say more, but an Italian missionary who was there interrupted him.

"'What you are saying is untrue,' he said to the Jew. "'You attribute injustice to God. He cannot love your nation above the rest. Nay, rather, even if it be true that of old he favored the Israelites, it is now 1900 years since they angered him and caused him to be saved to the bosom of the Catholic Church of Rome, the one outside whose borders no salvation can be found. So spoke the Italian. But a Protestant minister, who happened to be present, growing pale, turned to the Catholic missionary and exclaimed, How can you say that salvation belongs to your religion? Those only will be saved who serve God according to the gospel, in spirit and in truth, as bidden by the word of Christ."

Then a Turk, an office-holder in the custom house at Surat, who was sitting in the coffee house smoking a pipe, turned with an air of superiority to both the Christians. Your belief in the Roman religion is vain, said he. It was superseded 1,200 years ago by the true faith, that of Muhammad. You cannot but observe how the true Muhammadan faith continues to spread both in Europe and Asia, and even the enlightened country of China. You say yourselves that God has rejected the Jews,

and as proof, you quote the fact that the Jews are humiliated and their faith does not spread. Confess then the truth of Muhammadism, for it is triumphant and spreads far and wide. None will be saved but the followers of Muhammad, God's last prophet, and of them only the followers of Omar and not of Ali, for the latter are false to the faith. To this the Persian theologian, who was of the sect of Ali, wished to reply. But by this time a great dispute had arisen among all the strangers of different faiths and creeds present. There were Abyssinian Christians, lamas from Tibet, Ismailians, and fire worshipers.

They all argued about the nature of God and how he should be worshipped. Each of them asserted that in his country alone was the true God known and rightly worshipped. Everyone argued and shouted, except a Chinaman, a student of Confucius, who sat quietly in one corner of the coffee house, not joining the dispute. He sat there drinking tea and listening to what the others said, but did not speak himself. The Turk noticed him sitting there and appealed to him, saying, "'You can confirm what I say, my good Chinamen. But if you spoke, I know you would uphold my opinion.

Traders from your country who come to me for assistance tell me that though many religions have been introduced into China, you Chinese consider Muhammadism the best of all and adopt it willingly. Confirm then my words and tell us your opinion of the one true God and his prophet." Yes, yes, said the rest, turning to the Chinamen. Let us hear what you think of the subject. The Chinamen, the student of Confucius, closed his eyes and thought a while. Then he opened them again and drawing his hands out of the wide sleeves of his garment, folding them on his breast, he spoke as follows in a calm and quiet voice.

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I get right back there and it's bad. It's really, really, really bad. And we're back. He spoke as follows in a calm and quiet voice. Sirs, it seems to me that it is chiefly pride that prevents men agreeing from one another on matters of faith. If you care to listen to me, I will tell you a story which will explain this by an example. I came here from China on an English steamer which had been round the world. We stopped for fresh water and landed on the east coast of the island of Sumatra. It was midday and some of us having landed sat in the shade of some coconut palms by

the seashore, not far from a native village. We were a party of men of different nationalities. As we sat there a blind man approached us. We learned afterwards that he had gone blind from gazing too long and too persistently at the sun, trying to find out what it is in order to seize its light. He strove a long time to accomplish this, constantly looking at the sun, but the only result was that his eyes were injured by its brightness, and he became blind. Then he said to himself, the light of the sun is not a liquid, for if it were a liquid it would be possible to pour it from one

vessel into another, and it would be moved like water by the wind. Neither is it fire, for if it were fire, water would extinguish it. Neither is light a spirit, for it is seen by the eye, nor is it matter, for it cannot be moved. Therefore as the light of the sun is neither liquid, nor fire, nor spirit, nor matter, it is nothing." So he argued, and as a result of always looking at the sun and always thinking about it, he lost both his sight and his reason.

And when he went quite blind, he became fully convinced that the sun did not exist. With this blind man came a slave, who after placing his master in the shade of a coconut tree, picked up a coconut from the ground and began making it into a nightlight. He twisted a wick from the fiber of the coconut, squeezed oil from the nut into the shell, and soaked the wick in it. And as the slave sat doing this, the blind man sighed and said to him, Well, slave, was I not right when I told you there is no sun? Do you not see how dark it is?

Yet people say there is a sun, but if so, what is it? I do not know what the sun is, said the slave, that is no business of mine. But I know what light is. Here, I have made a nightlight, by the help of which I can serve you and find anything I want in the hut." And the slave picked up the coconut shell, saying, "'This is my son.'" A lame man with crutches who was sitting nearby heard these words and laughed.

"'You have evidently been blind all your life,' he said to the blind man, not to know what the sun is. "'I will tell you what it is. The sun is a ball of fire which rises every morning out of the sea and goes down among the mountains of our island each evening. We have all seen this, and if you had your eyesight you too would have seen it." A fisherman who had been listening to the conversation said, "'It is plain enough that you have never been beyond our own island. If you were not lame and if you had been out as I have been, in a fishing boat, you would know that the sun does not set among the mountains of

our island, but as it rises from the ocean every morning, so it sets again in the sea every night. What I am telling you is true, for I have seen it every day with my own eyes." Then an Indian who was of our party interrupted him by saying, I am astonished that a reasonable man could talk such nonsense. How can a ball of fire possibly descend into the water and not be extinguished? The sun is not a ball of fire. It is the deity named Deva, who rides forever in a chariot round the golden mountain Maru. Sometimes the evil serpents Raghu and Ketu attack Deva and swallow him, and then the earth is dark. But our priests pray that the deity may be released and then he is set free.

Only such ignorant men as you, who have never been beyond their own island, can imagine that the sun shines for their country alone. Then the master of an Egyptian vessel who was present spoke in his turn. No, said he, you are also wrong. The sun is not a deity and does not move only around India and its golden mountain. I have sailed much on the Black Sea and along the coasts of Arabia and have been to Madagascar and to the Philippines. The sun lights the whole earth and not India alone. It does not circle around one mountain, but rises far in the east,

beyond the isles of Japan, and sets far, far in the west, beyond the islands of England. That is why the Japanese call their country Nippon, that is, the birth of the sun. I know this well, for I have myself seen much and heard more from my grandfather, who sailed to the very ends of the sea.

He would have gone on, but an English sailor from our ship interrupted him. "'There is no country,' he said, where people know so much about the sun's movements as in England. The sun, as everyone in England knows, rises and sets nowhere. It is always moving round the earth. We can be sure of this, for we have just been round the world ourselves and nowhere knocked up against the sun. Wherever we went, the sun showed itself in the morning and hid itself at night, just as it does here."

And the Englishman took a stick and, drawing circles in the sand, tried to explain how the sun moves in the heavens and goes round the world. But he was unable to explain it clearly, and pointing to the ship's pilot said, this man knows more about it than I do. He can explain it properly. The pilot, who was an intelligent man, had listened in silence to the talk till he was asked to speak. Now everyone turned to him and he said, you are all misleading one another and are yourselves deceived. The sun does not go round the earth, but the earth goes round the sun, revolving as it goes and turning towards the sun

in the course of each 24 hours. Not only Japan and the Philippines and Sumatra where we are now, but Africa and Europe and America and many lands besides. The sun does not shine for some one mountain or for some one island or for some one sea or even for one earth alone, but for other planets as well as our earth. If you would only look up at the heavens instead of at the ground beneath your own feet, you might understand this and would then no longer suppose that the sun shines for you and for

your country alone. Thus spoke the wise pilot, who had voyaged much around the world, and had gazed much upon the heavens above. So, on matters of faith, continued the Chinaman, the student of Confucius, it is pride that causes error and discord among men. As with the sun, so it is with God. Each man wants to have a special God of his own, or at least a special God for his native land.

Each nation wishes to confine in its own temple's hymn who the world cannot contain. Can any temple compare with that which God himself has built to unite all men in one faith and one religion? All human temples are built on the model of this temple, which is God's own world. Every temple has its fonts, its vaulted roof, its lamps, its pictures or sculptures, its inscriptions, its books of the law, its offerings, its altars, and its priests. But in what temple is there such a font as the ocean, such a vault as that of the heavens,

such lamps as the sun, moon and stars, or any figures to be compared with living, loving, mutually helpful men? Where are there any records of God's goodness so easy to understand as the blessings which God has streown abroad for man's happiness. Where is there any book of the law so clear to each man that it is written in his heart? What sacrifices equal the self-denials which loving men and women make for one another? And what altar can be compared with the heart of a good man on which God himself accepts the sacrifice?

The higher a man's conception of God, the better we will know him, and the better he knows God, the nearer will he draw to Him, imitating His goodness, His mercy, and His love of man. Therefore, let him who sees the sun's whole light filling the world refrain from blaming or despising the superstitious man, who in his own idol sees one ray of that same light. Let him not despise even the unbeliever, who is blind and cannot see the sun at all. So spoke the Chinaman, the student of Confucius,

and all who were present in the coffee house were silent, and disputed no more as to whose faith was the best. The end. I'm not reading these stories to be like, no more as to whose faith was the best. The end. I'm not reading these stories to be like, and this is totally what you should believe or how we should talk about these things. I think you know me by now well enough, unless it's the first episode you've listened to, that instead I just find it interesting the way that different people with radical conceptions

around freedom will talk about these things. You know, what is the second story but a like claim against nationalism and saying like, but it's not wrong that people like see what they can see based on where they are, but that when we look at all humanity together, we get a very different picture. And you know, we each see this image of the truth. I just like it. It's complicated, but I like it. And next week, I'll read you more stuff that I probably like and or probably feel complicated

about. And if you want to read some other stuff, I wrote a couple books. One of the books just came out and it's called The Immortal Choir Holds Every Voice and it's a reflection on death, but in a way where I talk about trolls and murder elves and things like that set in the modern world. And it's out from Strangers in a Tangled Wilderness, which is a collectively run anarchist publisher of fiction. And you can check it out.

It just came out. Thanks everyone who supported it on Kickstarter. That means an awful lot to me And there was also another book that was also kickstarted that I had a lot to do with which is called defenders of the wild and It is both a board game and a companion almanac and the companion almanac It's about animal people defending against machines that are destroying everything and it's a board game but it's also a tabletop role-playing game and I didn't write the rules for either but I got to play around a lot with world building and writing a lot of the sort of fiction and flavor text that goes along with that. So you might like those things.

They don't really have anything to do with what I just read you but I don't know. Whatever. Do whatever you want. Bye. It could happen here as a production of Cool Zone Media. For more podcasts from Cool Zone Media, visit our website, coolzonemedia.com, or check us out on the iHeard Radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you listen to podcasts. You can find sources for It Could Happen Here, updated monthly, at coolzonemedia.com slash

sources. Thanks for listening. I'm Robert Evans, and on my show Behind the Bastards this week, we have one of our worst subjects ever, David Byrd, founder of the Children of God cult, who we'll be talking about with special guest Ed Helms. He's not just like a weird religious cult leader. He was like fusing a bunch of hippie ideology in with this kind of like evangelical Christianity, Pentecostal preaching in the mid-century is a very weird guy.

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