[Sophia Petrillo]Picture it, Harper’s Ferry, 1859…[/Sophia Petrillo]
John Brown leads his gang (he calls it an Army of God) on the ironically scarcely defended arsenal at Harper’s Ferry and takes it after a quick fight. That’s him there, the one with the wild eyes (called “apostolic” and “Christ-like” by some we’ll get to in a moment, “wild” and “crazy” by others [who I have to admit I side with a bit more]) and the bush white beard that looks not unlike the one on Michelangelo’s Moses. He’s waving a sword in his hand- an old and expensive one from the looks of it- we’ll talk about that sword in just a second.
His plan is simple: seize the armory, add the guns and ammo seized to the ones you already own, go into the Maryland and Virginia countryside distributing them to slaves and encourage an uprising that will make the mass murders Brown caused in Kansas look like a shaving cut. And he’s doing it because he hates slavery, so he’s the good guy, right?
Best laid plans of mice and madmen being what they are, Federal forces surround Brown and after a short but bloody fight in which several of his followers (including two of his sons) are killed, Brown surrenders. Seeing himself as a general in the service of God, however vanquished he may be the powers of unrighteousness, he does what any other general who is taken alive would do and surrenders his sword to the victor of the battle. The conquering colonel recognizes that sword instantly because, as fate would have it, the sword once belonged to his wife’s grandfather. (Technically it belonged to his wife’s step-great-grandfather, but since the man adopted her father as his son that makes him adoptive grandfather.)
Okay, since most of you already know who the victor is and who the sword belonged to I’ll go ahead and skip the crapspenseful nature of it. The sword Brown was wielding belonged to George Washington (Brown stole it in a raid on the property of Washington’s nephew and heir, Supreme Court Justice Bushrod Washington). Washington owned many slaves in his lifetime and came to hate the practice with a passion, but until the final decade of his life he did not have the financial resources to do much about it. Finally he could, and in his will he decreed that upon the death of his wife all of his slaves would be free. Since his wife owned in her own right more slaves than he did, or more precisely she had control over more slaves than he did as they were inherited either from her father or her first husband or descended from slaves who were [some intermarried with George’s slaves- their children were owned by whichever spouse owned the mother] and were held in a sort of trust first for her two children (who both died young) and then for her young grandchildren, he beseeches her in the same will to free hers as well. She does not, instead bequeathing the lion’s share in her own will to her grandson and the rest to her granddaughter, both of whom were adopted and reared as the children of her husband, George Washington. (Remember those slaves they inherited.)
Washington knew that his slaves were not going to be miraculously transformed into capable independent farmers and business owners upon their manumission. They were illiterate, they had never managed money other than perhaps a few coins they somehow received or worked for, they were going to be seen as unequal and unworthy by their neighbors, so he bequeathed them plots of land to work in a sort of sharecropping system and he bequeathed them small pensions for most of their basic needs. Sixty years later the few surviving freed slaves of Washington are still receiving the pensions because they’ve never been able to “catch up” to their free neighbors.
They were fortunate enough to be able to remain in Virginia because they are protected by a grandfather clause following the passage of legislation declaring all freed slaves must leave Virginia within one year of manumission or else revert to slavery. That same clause did not apply to their own children and grandchildren born after the implementing of the same laws, incidentally, hence many of Washington’s slaves left the area and most ended up living in poverty or at a subsistence level. (Perhaps on their way out of the state they passed by or stopped for dinner at the Albemarle County cabin of Madison and Beverly Hemings and their mother Sally, freed slaves who did continue living in the state more than a year after being freed due to a sheriff strangely willing to overlook the law in their special case- remember that for a second as well.)
Now, remember those slaves Martha left to her grandson? He accepted them, used them to build a grand house and successful plantation for himself, and of course like most planters lived in debt most of his life because there were always enough bad harvests to make you go into the hole. He had many children (according to some sources 15 were with his slaves) but only one of his legitimate children survived, a daughter named Mary who married the man who arrested John Brown, Westpoint graduate and career soldier Robert E. Lee.
Lee was born to one of Virginia’s most distinguished families, a dynasty made rich by tobacco and slaves but his, Lighthorse Harry Lee, succeeded through bad investments, bad luck, gambling and high living to pile drive the family fortune into the ground. Lighthorse Harry abandoned the family for Georgia and the Caribbean (in large part to avoid debtor’s prison) and his creditors seized his slaves, properties and the Lee’s century old manor house just upriver from Mt. Vernon. They’d have been indigent had it not been for the house and slaves Lee’s mother inherited from her father and first husband; most of their cash money came from the lease of her slaves as farm workers and domestics. When she died Robert inherited eight slaves; already hating slavery he manumitted three and gave the rest to a sister and brother who were in poor circumstances financially. (Now, he could have freed them all, but from his letters we know he had serious concerns as to whether they would be able to feed themselves and he also would have been unable to help a family member in need with the only valuable property he owned outright.)
G.W.P. Custis lived used his slaves to make himself rich by the standard of the time and build that magnificent house overlooking the city named for his adoptive father, but he never forgot the same man’s teachings about the evils of slavery, and perhaps at some point he’d even promised that he’d follow his example. In any case he did- he manumitted many of his slaves during his life (living just across the river from D.C. helped because they could go there and seek livelihood- remember, they could not remain in Virginia more than one year). All of the rest, sixty some odd, he bequeathed to his daughter and son-in-law with the express direction they be freed in five years time.
This seems a simple direction to follow. Hell, Robert E., you don’t like slavery, you’ve said so- just go ahead and free them now. Unfortunately it’s not that simple, for like most rich Southerners Custis’s estate was very complicated. There was a lot of property, a lot of equipment and a huge amount of assets, but there was also (almost always the case with Southern aristocracy) very little cash and a lot of debts owed.
Lee could possibly have freed the sixty-three slaves immediately, but it would have essentially bankrupted his father-in-law’s estate. This means that Lee’s salary as a Colonel in the United States Army would have been the sole means of support for himself (which he could have managed just fine on, perhaps) and for his seven children (including a special-needs daughter) and for his wife, a near invalid (later a total invalid). His daughters would have had no dowry other than their surname and genealogy, his sons would have had no money for education or for having their own property one day, the mansion at Arlington would have to be sold and the money given to creditors- I won’t ask what you’d have done in his case as it’s conjecture, but can anybody here honestly say that they can’t see his justification for immediately freeing the slaves? (Remember also that for a man of Lee’s clout living in a state that had no love for freed blacks, it would probably have been very easy to overturn his father-in-law’s will- “he was a good man but he turned a little loopy towards the end, you know- they get that way”- and sold or used the slaves and retired from the army to a life of wealth and ease.)
So what Lee did was request an assignment in the D.C. area so that he could manage his father-in-law’s estate in such a way to honor the old man’s wishes while at the same time leaving the estate solvent and ideally providing an inheritance to his children (the old man’s grandchildren). He essentially leased most of his father-in-law’s lands and slaves to others, rental income being easier to budget than agricultural, applied it to the estate debts and in 1859 when he arrested Brown (because he was in the area- there were only 200 soldiers in all of D.C., believe it or not, and Lee the highest ranking with battle experience) and retrieved his wife’s family heirloom he had managed to free some slaves (and he had ordered the whipping of three runaways for fear they would encourage others to do likewise), was in the process of freeing the others and would complete the process by the deadline of 1862. (He later lost the house, of course, when it was confiscated and used as a cemetery as a deliberate slap in the face to him, but his son was well compensated for it in a lawsuit later and split the monies with his siblings.)
Now, back to Brown- he’s arrested and goes to jail. Let’s fast-forward and see him at his trial.
See the guy with the big bushy beard on Brown’s defense team? No, not that one, the other guy with the big bushy beard on Brown’s defense team. No no no, one more over, THAT one. Okay, funny story about him, he’s really less a defense lawyer than he is a double agent serving Brown and, behind his back, serving Brown’s supporters… confused? I’ll explain.
Brown you see was in the odd experience of being a combination of Fred Phelps (i.e. wildly psychotic and violent Kansas minister with a congregation made mostly from his enormous and fanatically mono-maniacally obsessed family) and Mumia (i.e. beloved cause of the northeastern liberal literati). Emerson, Thoreau, Hawthorne- they all LOVED him, they wrote about his Christ-like demeanor and how he looked like a prophet and how he was doing the work and will of the transcendental God, bless his holy beard hairs! And it’s a good thing they did love him so much, because Brown was a monumental failure in business and at farming- he and his wife and his 20 children missed many meals along the way because they were in dire poverty- until he met the abolitionist elite. They supplied him with glorious press and with… money. A good bit of it for the day. Reverend Henry Ward Beecher (the Billy Graham of his day- later fell from grace in a sex-scandal) supplied him outright with money to buy guns and ammunition; so did Reverend Beecher’s sister, Harriet Beecher Stowe, the woman who made the biggest literary fortune in America to that time for her runaway bestseller based on a sensationalized tale set in a part of the country she’d never set foot in. Of course it was one thing when they knew their money was going to keep slavery out of the new western territories, violence that was far offstage and by the time it was reported in the east coast newspapers had been spun a bit; it’s quite another when this man who was a guest at their balls and fundraisers comes east with a militia gang and takes over an arsenal with the express purpose of causing a bloodbath like Haiti. But at least he’s doing it because he believes in racial equality, right?
Well no actually, he doesn’t. Not by a stretch. Brown is a white supremacist, purely and simply. Oh make no mistake- he really does think that slavery is a dehumanizing evil and really does even have admirable views on it by our standards- but he also believes blacks are the race of Ham and all that jazz and that there’s no way they can rule themselves. Brown, a lifelong failure and non-entity, mocked by many for his poverty and his madness (he hears voices among other things) and a total nothing in white society- will be a godlike figure (as he sees it) to the blacks- he’ll lead them in conquest, and then he’ll lead them. He’ll teach them, he’ll guide them, he’ll tend to their souls and bring them to Jesus, and maybe eventually they’ll be able to govern themselves but til then that’s what he and his boys are there for. (Sounds just a little bit like something another wide eyed mass murderer would think about in California [where Brown’s widow and surviving children ended up, I mention for no real reason] a century and a decade later doesn’t it? Bloody violence + race war + me showing the darkies how to rule…)
Anyway (I promise, this will all have a point in a moment), that defense lawyer that I mentioned… he’s paid for as a “gift” to Brown by the siblings Beecher and by Emerson and by some other of Brown’s supporters (who aren’t writing much about him at the moment) because they want to see him get acquitted, of course. Or, failing that, or in addition to that, they want the frigging incriminating letters and receipts and other documents that may be in his possession back and PRONTO, today would be nice. (He gets them- there aren’t many on Brown’s person, but he convinces Brown to hand him over and then he drops him like a piece of glowing horseshoe and goes back to Boston, leaving the damned-from-the-get-go defense to the others.) And before we leave the trial look towards the back… do you see him? How could you not… he.is.so.just.ohmigod.gorgeous.dreamy.and.lickable! I’m talking about the guy with the alabaster skin and that curly black hair and those beautiful penetrating black eyes… he should be on the stage with looks like that, he’d be a matinee idol…
Oh, he is? Or at least that’s his ambition? He’s whose son? You mean as in THE Junius Brutus Booth? That means he’s Edwin’s brother, right? John Wilkes is his name you say… hmmm. Wonder whose side he’s on in this trial…
Really? Does he own slaves? No? Odd that he’s so passionate about it then. You say he outright despises free blacks even though he was half raised by one at his father’s farm? Strange. Well, no accounting. Fast forward.
There goes Brown to the scaffold, stops and kisses his wife… doesn’t look a lot like the pictures. He makes a good death, I’ll say that for him.
The transcies are silent for a while… then when a respectable grieving period has passed during which, incidentally, it’s become clear they are no longer connected to him by incriminating documents, no longer able to be embarrassed or terrified by his actions, his planned race riot having failed and his terrorism and murders a spinnable thing of the past, they write about him again. WHAT A HERO WAS JOHN BROWN, OH… A SECOND GIDEON! A SOLDIER OF THE LORD! WONDERFUL AND MARTYR TO THE no, John Brown’s deranged surviving son number 4, we are not giving you money to resume your crazy ass dad’s work, now lose this address! MOST GLORIOUS OF CAUSES, THE SCION OF I mean it, get the hell away from me or I’ll wire for the Pinkertons you little freak…THE SPIRIT OF FREEDOM AND BROTHERHOOD! Your body lies a mouldering in its grave… hmm, that’s kind of catchy.
Now, what the hell does this have to do with Jefferson? Not a lot and everything.
The answer to this and other queries when we return to AS THE SYSTEMIC EVIL TURNS.