G. K. Chesterton on the selective praise of the very rich
They're praised for living badly
The English writer and journalist G. K. Chesterton was one of the leading public intellectual of his day, a peer and also friend of people like George Bernard Shaw and H. G. Wells, though unlike them in being (from 1922) a Catholic, though like them in being a political radical. His judgment of the very rich appears in A Miscellany of Men.
The new miser is flattered for his meanness and the old one never was. It was never called self-denial in the old miser that he lived on bones. It is called self-denial in the new millionaire if he lives on beans.
A man like Dancer was never praised as a Christian saint for going in rags. A man like Rockefeller is praised as a sort of pagan stoic for his early rising or his unassuming dress. His “simple” meals, his “simple” clothes, his “simple” funeral, are all extolled as if they were creditable to him. They are disgraceful to him: exactly as disgraceful as the tatters and vermin of the old miser were disgraceful to him.
To be in rags for charity would be the condition of a saint; to be in rags for money was that of a filthy old fool. Precisely in the same way, to be “simple” for charity is the state of a saint; to be “simple” for money is that of a filthy old fool.
Of the two I have more respect for the old miser, gnawing bones in an attic: if he was not nearer to God, he was at least a little nearer to men. His simple life was a little more like the life of the real poor.