Stars & Stripes Forever (41 page)

"Victory, just victory. The enemy subdued and overcome by force of arms, crushed and defeated. The islands of what were once called the British West Indies are now in our hands."

"What shall we call them then?" Edwin Stanton, the Secretary of War said. "The American East Indies?"

"Capital idea," William Seward said. "As Secretary of State I so name them."

There was a rumble of laughter. Even the stern Welles chanced a tiny smile as he ticked off points on his fingers.

"Firstly, the British are deprived of the only bases they have close to our shores. They have no port for their ships to be stationed in—whatever ships they have left—nor coal available for their ships' boilers should they hazard more attacks from across the ocean. The murderous raids on our coastal cities must now cease."

"But they can still raid from Canada." Attorney General Bates was always one to find the worst in anything.

"If you substitute
did
for
still
you would be closer to the truth," Edwin Stanton said. "The successful rebellion by the French nationalists has deprived them of their base in Montreal. The enemy flees before the advance of General Sherman's victorious troops. Even as we speak he is drawing the noose around Quebec. When that noose snaps tight the British are doomed. Their troops will have to flee north and east to Nova Scotia where they hold their last naval base at Halifax..."

He broke off as the door to the Cabinet Room opened and President Lincoln entered. Just behind him was Judah P. Benjamin.

"Gentlemen," Lincoln said, seating himself at the head of the table. "You all know Mr. Benjamin. Please welcome him now as our newest cabinet minister—the Secretary for the Southern States."

Benjamin bowed his head slightly at the murmured greetings, shook the Secretary of State's hand when Seward generously extended it, took his appointed seat.

"In previous meetings," Lincoln said, "we have discussed the necessity of representation from the South. A few days ago Mr. Benjamin stepped down as appointed leader of the Confederacy when the last meeting of the Congress of the Confederacy was convened. He will tell you about that."

There was a tense silence as Judah P. Benjamin spoke to them in his rich Louisiana drawl, a tone of unhappiness in his words.

"I will not lie to you and say that it was a pleasant time. The more level-headed gentlemen of the South were no longer present, some of them are already here in Washington and sitting in the House of Representatives. I will not go so far as to say that only the hotheads and the firm-minded were left, but there was indeed a good deal of acrimony. Some of them felt that the honor of the South had been betrayed. Motions were made and passions ran high. I am sorry to report that two more Congressmen were arrested when they threatened violence. In the end I had to bring in veteran troops who, having seen the bloody hell of war, would not let these men stand in the way of peace. Their commander was General Jackson who stood like a stone wall before the dissenters. Unmoved by pleas or curses, firm in his resolve, he saw to it that the last meeting of the Confederate Congress ended peacefully."

He stopped for a moment seeing something they did not see. A country he had served, now vanished forever. He saw the South perhaps, soon to be changed beyond all recognition. He frowned and shook his head.

"Do not think that I weep for the fallen Confederacy. I do not weep, but can only hope, pray, that we can put the division of the states behind us. I ended the meeting, had those ejected who tried to remain, declared that the Confederate Congress had now ceased to exist. And then had the building sealed. I think I have done my part in the healing process. I now call upon you gentlemen, and the Congress of the United States to do yours. Keep the promises you have made. See that there will be an honest peace. If you do not do that—why then I have been part of the biggest betrayal in the history of mankind."

"We will endeavor with all our will and strength to do just that," the President said. "Now that the states of the South are sending representatives to Congress the wounds of our recent war must heal. But there will be problems in the process, none here would be so foolish as to deny that. During the past weeks I have worked closely with Judah P. Benjamin and have formed a bond. We are of like mind in many ways, and believe in the same future.

"To assure that future we must speak as one. This Cabinet must be firm in its resolve. Reuniting this country and binding up our wounds will not be easy. There are already reports of friction in the Southern states, about the purchase of slaves. We want to make sure that if and when problems arise they can be dealt with by Mr. Benjamin, who is not only knowledgeable in these matters, but is also respected and trusted in all parts of the former Confederacy."

"There will always be hotheads and malcontents," Benjamin said, "Particularly in the South where honor is held in great esteem and blood does run warm. The troubles that the President refers to are in Mississippi and I have already had correspondence about the matter. Simply put, it is the Reconstruction Act. While the details of purchase of slaves is spelled out, the prices to be paid are sufficiently vague to cause trouble. I intend to go to Mississippi at the soonest opportunity to thrash out details on the spot. We must make policy that is favorable and agreeable to all. If I can produce a workable agreement with the Mississippi planters I know that other plantation owners throughout the South will adhere to whatever rules we draw up."

"Excellent," Lincoln said. "This is the keystone of our agreement and it must work and work well." He folded his hands before him in an unconscious attitude of prayer. "Our problems will multiply with time. In the past we have thought only of survival, of winning the war. With the armistice we ended one war to enable us to fight another. Here too we had but a single track to follow. We had to destroy our enemy and force him from our land. With the aid of our Creator we are doing that. But what of the future?"

He closed his eyes wearily, then snapped them open and sat erect. "We are no longer on a single track. Ahead of us are branch lines and switches that lead in many different ways. The mighty train of the Union must find its way through all hazards to a triumphant future."

"And just exactly what will that be?" William Seward said. There would be a presidential election and his ambition for that office was well known.

"We don't exactly know, Mr. Seward," Lincoln said. "We must seek guidance in that matter. Not from the Lord this time, but from a man of great wisdom. He has shared this knowledge with Mr. Davis and myself, and recently with Mr. Benjamin, and was of great aid in preparing the Emancipation Bill. I have asked him here today to speak with you all, to answer grave questions like the last one. We will send for him now." He nodded to his secretary who slipped out of the room.

"We have heard of your adviser. English is he not?" There was dark suspicion in the Attorney General's voice.

"He is," Lincoln said firmly. "As was this nation's other great political adviser, Tom Paine. And, I believe, as were the founding fathers of the Republic. That is the ones who weren't Scotch or Irish. Or Welsh."

Bates scowled at the laughter that followed, but held his peace, unconvinced.

"Mr. John Stuart Mill, gentlemen," Lincoln said as Hay showed him in.

"You can read the future?" the Attorney General asked. "You can predict what events will and will not happen?"

"Of course not, Mr. Bates. But I can point out pitfalls in your path to the future, and point out as well achievable goals." He looked around calmly, very much in control of himself and of his words. "I wish to get to know you all much better. You gentlemen are the ones who will shape the future, for you and the President are the guiding stars of this country. So I will speak generally of these goals and what can realistically be obtained, and will then be happy to answer particular questions about your aspirations.

"I will speak to you of the importance of representative government, of the necessity of freedom of discussion. I am opposed to uneducated democracy, as I am sure you all are. These are abstractions that must never be forgotten, goals that must be achieved. But your first goal must be economic strength. You will win this military war. You will find it harder to win the peace, to win the economic war that must follow."

Stanton's brow was furrowed. "Do you speak in riddles?" he asked.

"Not at all. When you fought this war against the British you also fought a war against the British Empire. Have you ever looked at a map of this Empire, where the countries that sustain it are marked in pink? That map is pink, gentleman, and it is pink right around the world. There is a 25,000 mile circuit of the world where the British flag flies. The pink covers one-fifth of the Earth's surface, and Queen Victoria rules one-quarter of the world's population. The Empire is strong so you must be stronger. I know my countrymen and I know they will not suffer a defeat of the nature that you have forced upon them. I do not know what action they will take, but they will be back. So you must be prepared. The easy days in the South are at an end—although I realize that much of the way of the South is a myth and her people actually labor well and long. Your land is rich and your people, North and South, know the meaning of work. But the South must be just as industrialized as is the North. Subsistence farming does not make a country rich. The South must produce more than cotton to add to the national wealth. If you have the will you have the means. There is wealth in the soil, wealth to feed all of this country's citizens. Wealth as well in iron, copper, gold.

"You must take this wealth and build a strong America. You can do this if you have the will. Seize the opportunity and lead the world by your example. The people of oppressed countries will see in you a glowing example of representative government. And, as my dear wife and daughter have pointed out to me, half of the citizens of the world are women. I owe much to them. Whoever, either now or hereafter, may think of me and the work I have done, must never forget that it is the product not of one intellect and conscience, but of three. Therefore you must one day consider the cause of universal franchisement."

"Would you make that clearer?" Salmon Chase rumbled. "I do not understand your meaning."

"Then I will elucidate. All here must surely believe in the bond that unites man and woman. Marriage is an institution that unites both sexes equally. For one cannot exist without the other. Women of intellect can match their male counterparts. They are equal before the law. They can own property. But in one thing they are unequal. They cannot vote."

"Nor shall they ever!" Edward Bates called out.

"Why not, may I ask?" Mill said calmly.

"The reasons are well known. Their physical inferiority to men. Their nerves, their inconsistency."

Mill would not be moved. "I feel that you belittle them, sir. But I do not wish argument now. I simply say that one day universal enfranchisement must be considered if this country is to be a true democracy representing all of its citizens. Not right now, but the issue cannot be avoided forever."

"In the South we hold our women in great esteem," Judah P. Benjamin said. "Though I hesitate to say that allowing them to vote would affect that esteem in a negative manner. And if one follows your logic to the very end—why you will next be thinking of allowing the Negro to vote?"

"Yes. In the long run the ideal universal suffrage must be taken under consideration as well. To be truly free a man must be sure that others are free. When others are chattels, either women or Negroes or any other group, then freedom is not complete. A true democracy extends freedom to all of its members."

He paused for breath and touched his kerchief to his lips. Before he could continue there was a discreet knock at the door and secretary Hay entered.

"President Lincoln, members of the Cabinet, please forgive this interruption. But I know that you will want to hear the contents of this telegram." He lifted it and read.

"Quebec is taken, the enemy is routed. Signed, General Sherman."

In the silence that followed the President's quiet words were clearly heard by all present.

"It is over then. The war is won."

A UNION TRIUMPH

Oh the sound of it! Oh the glory of it!

Men shouted, children shrieked, churchbells rang on every side. People cheered themselves hoarse, then croaked on, happily unaware.

Victory shouted aloud, cried aloud, sung aloud. The British power broken with the fall of Quebec. The streets filled as the word was passed.
Victory!
The day, which had started damp and cold, turned warm with the warmth of victory, shone with the sun of success.

The crowds gathered outside the White House, calling loudly for the President.

"I must go out and talk to them, Mary," Lincoln said.

"Not in that old wrinkled black suit, not on this day of jubilee."

She prevailed upon the President to put aside his soiled and rusty black suit for at least this one day. The new suit was black swallow-tailed and made of the finest broadcloth, his linen shirt white and crisp, his foulard the finest silk from Paris.

"I am so proud of you, Father," Mary said, clasping her hands and smiling. He returned her smile, pleased to see it there, for she had rarely smiled since Willie's death. She had also abandoned her black garb, at least for this day, and was wearing a white silk ball dress decorated with hundreds of small black flowers.

They went hand in hand to the balcony and the crowd roared its approval. There was nothing he could say: if he spoke none could possibly hear. But they waved and smiled until, after some minutes, they felt the chill. Also the first of many carriages was coming up the drive as they went inside.

The Cabinet members had found their way to the Green Room, where they were joined by a troop of senior Senators from the Hill. The walls echoed with the sounds of mutual admiration and good cheer. Hay pushed his way through and caught Lincoln's eye.