Atlas Shrugged [347]
"Are we here to talk business or are we here to kid one another?"
asked Fred Kinnan.
They turned to him. He was a muscular man with large features, but his face had the astonishing property of finely drawn lines that raised the corners of his mouth into the permanent hint of a wise, sardonic grin. He sat on the arm of the chair, hands in pockets, looking at Mouch with the smiling glance of a hardened policeman at a shoplifter.
"All I've got to say is that you'd better staff that Unification Board with my men," he said. "Better make sure of it, brother-or I'll blast your Point One to hell."
"I intend, of course, to have a representative of labor on that Board," said Mouch dryly, "as well as a representative of industry, of the professions and of every cross-section of-"
"No cross-sections," said Fred Kinnan evenly. "Just representatives of labor. Period."
"What the hell!" yelled Orren Boyle. "That's stacking the cards, isn't it?"
"Sure," said Fred Kinnan.
"But that will give you a stranglehold on every business in the country!"
"What do you think I'm after?"
"That's unfair!" yelled Boyle. "I won't stand for it! You have no right! You-"
"Right?" said Kinnan innocently. "Are we talking about rights?"
"But, I mean, after all, there are certain fundamental property rights which-"
"Listen, pal, you want Point Three, don't you?"
"Well, I-"
"Then you'd better keep your trap shut about property rights from now on. Keep it shut tight."
"Mr. Kinnan," said Dr. Ferris, "you must not make the old fashioned mistake of drawing wide generalizations. Our policy has to be flexible. There are no absolute principles which-"
"Save it for Jim Taggart, Doc," said Fred Kinnan. "I know what I'm talking about. That's because I never went to college."
"I object," said Boyle, "to your dictatorial method of-"
Kinnan turned his back on him and said, "Listen, Wesley, my boys won't like Point One. If I get to run things, I'll make them swallow it. If not, not. Just make up your mind,"
"Well-" said Mouch, and stopped.
"For Christ's sake, Wesley, what about us?" yelled Taggart.
"You'll come to me," said Kinnan, "when you'll need a deal to fix the Board. But I'll run that Board. Me and Wesley."
"Do you think the country will stand for it?" yelled Taggart.
"Stop kidding yourself," said Kinnan. "The country? If there aren't any principles any more-and I guess the doc is right, because there sure aren't-if there aren't any rules to this game and it's only a question of who robs whom-then I've got more votes than the bunch of you, there are more workers than employers, and don't you forget it, boys!"
"That's a funny attitude to take," said Taggart haughtily, "about a measure which, after all, is not designed for the selfish benefit of workers or employers, but for the general welfare of the public."
"Okay," said Kinnan amiably, "let's talk your lingo. Who is the public? If you go by quality-then it ain't you, Jim, and it ain't Orrie Boyle. If you go by quantity-then it sure is me, because quantity is what I've got behind me." His smile disappeared, and with a sudden, bitter look of weariness he added, "Only I'm not going to say that I'm working for the welfare of my public, because I know I'm not. I know that I'm delivering the poor bastards into slavery, and that's all there is to it. And they know it, too. But they know that I'll have to throw them a crumb once in a while, if I want to keep my racket, while with the rest of you they wouldn't