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Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Book Michael Korda Clouds of Glory: The Life and Legend of Robert E. Lee

Clouds of Glory: The Life and Legend of Robert E. Lee

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Overview

In Clouds of Glory: The Life and Legend of Robert E. Lee, Michael Korda, the New York Times bestselling biographer of Dwight D. Eisenhower, Ulysses S. Grant, and T. E. Lawrence, has written the first major biography of Lee in nearly twenty years, bringing to life one of America's greatest, most iconic heroes.
Korda paints a vivid and admiring portrait of Lee as a general and a devoted family man who, though he disliked slavery and was not in favor of secession, turned down command of the Union army in 1861 because he could not "draw his sword" against his own children, his neighbors, and his beloved Virginia. He was surely America's preeminent military leader, as calm, dignified, and commanding a presence in defeat as he was in victory. Lee's reputation has only grown in the 150 years since the Civil War, and Korda covers in groundbreaking detail all of Lee's battles and traces the making of a great man's undeniable reputation on both sides of the Mason-Dixon Line, positioning him finally as the symbolic martyr-hero of the Southern Cause.
Clouds of Glory features dozens of stunning illustrations, some never before seen, including eight pages of color, sixteen pages of black-and-white, and nearly fifty battle maps.

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‘Trinity,” a striking painting on exhibit at the Ogden Museum of Southern Art in New Orleans, depicts Jesus Christ, Elvis Presley and Robert E. Lee, each adorned with a halo. Whatever Elvis’s claim to divine status, the South and much of the rest of the nation have long viewed Lee as a secular saint. More than a century ago, what historians call the cult of Lincoln and Lee emerged as a key element in (white) national reconciliation. Former antagonists could revere both men, each embodying the best of his society.
As its subtitle suggests, one of Michael Korda’s aims in “Clouds of Glory” is “disentangling Lee from his myth.” In this he mostly succeeds. Although Korda greatly admires Lee, he challenges the image of a man who could do no wrong. He also challenges the Lost Cause portrait of the Old South as a bucolic paradise of small farmers and courtly aristocrats, a vision in which, he notes, “the reality of slavery played no part.”
The prolific author or co-author of 21 previous books, including a biography of Lee’s great antagonist Ulysses S. Grant, Korda has a knack for describing the complex unfolding of Civil War battles in lucid prose. Most of the book consists of gripping, if perhaps excessively lengthy, accounts of Lee’s military campaigns (the chapter on the Seven Days battles of 1862 runs more than 100 pages). Korda admires Lee’s audacity and tactical genius. At Second Bull Run and Chancellorsville, he divided his army and routed much larger Union forces with bold flanking attacks. Korda, however, does not shy away from identifying the flaws in Lee’s generalship, including excessive faith in the capacity of his soldiers, which helps to explain the disaster of Pickett’s Charge at Gettysburg. The blame for defeat in that pivotal battle, Korda concludes, rests “squarely” on Lee and not, as Lee’s admirers insist, on Gen. James Longstreet.
“A great man’s actions,” Korda maintains, are “determined, if not foreordained, by his character,” and many of Lee’s strengths and weaknesses stemmed from his lifelong obsession with living up to an idealized image of a gentleman. This required projecting a demeanor of self-control, which at critical moments lifted the morale of his troops. But a gentleman also avoided confrontation. Lee was reluctant to force his will on subordinate officers, so key orders were sometimes ambiguous and not carried out. “Good manners,” Korda writes, “at some level mattered more to him than victory.”
Character, however, will take us only so far in explaining Lee’s career. When it comes to the broader historical context, Korda sometimes falters. He does not display familiarity with recent literature on the Civil War era. For example, the one book he cites on desertion from the Confederate armies, a subject of considerable recent scholarship, was written in 1924.
Korda notes that Lee’s views on slavery and race have too often been “swept under the rug,” but his own discussion is scattered and incomplete. Like all Lee biographers, he relies heavily on an 1856 letter to the general’s wife in which Lee described slavery as a moral and political evil (more damaging, he felt, to whites than blacks), but mused that the slaves’ “subjugation” would end only “in God’s good time” and railed against abolitionist threats to the “liberty” of white Southerners. In accordance with his father-in-law’s will, Lee in 1862 freed slaves his wife had inherited. But before then, he could be a severe taskmaster who ordered the brutal whipping of slaves who tried to escape.
Although Korda describes him as a political moderate, there was nothing moderate in Lee’s stance during the 1860 presidential campaign. Korda claims that Lee “was firmly opposed” to the westward expansion of slavery. But in 1860 he favored the election not of the moderate John Bell, to whom anti-secessionists in the Upper South gravitated and who, in fact, carried Virginia, but of John C. Breckenridge, the candidate of extreme pro-slavery Southerners, who insisted that owners had a constitutional right to bring their slaves into all the territories. Korda at one point advances his unpersuasive version of the cult of Lincoln and Lee, contending that Lee’s prewar views regarding slavery were “not very far from Lincoln’s.” Yet Lincoln in 1858 declared, “I have always hated slavery,” while Lee initially opposed secession but chose to fight for a slaveholders’ republic.
Toward the end of the Civil War, Lee came to accept the necessity of enlisting black soldiers in the Confederate armies; a handful were enrolled a month before the surrender at Appomattox. Yet, Korda notes, his racial views “never changed.” Unfortunately, the book fails to devote sufficient attention to Lee’s appearance in 1866 before the congressional Joint Committee on Reconstruction, which showed him at his worst. Lee claimed that blacks were “not disposed to work,” denigrated their intellectual capacity and expressed the hope that Virginia “could get rid of them.” While claiming to have no interest in politics, he firmly opposed giving black men the right to vote and strongly defended Andrew Johnson’s approach to Reconstruction, which abandoned the former slaves to the mercy of governments controlled by their former owners.
A word from Lee might have encouraged white Southerners to accord blacks equal rights and inhibited the violence against the freed people that swept the region during Reconstruction, but he chose to remain silent. After the war, he asked for a federal pardon, becoming a symbol, Korda notes, of national reconciliation. How sad that Lee proved unable to set a similar example regarding justice for the former slaves.

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Wednesday, May 27, 2015

JOHN WILKES BOOTH'S MOVEMENTS ON THE DAY OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN ASSASSINATION - APRIL 14, 1865




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"I long ago made up my mind that if anybody wants to kill me, he will do it. If I wore a shirt of mail and kept myself surrounded by a bodyguard, it would be all the same. There are a thousand ways of getting at a man if it is desirable that he should be killed. Besides, in this case, it seems to me, the man who would come after me would be just as objectionable to my enemies -- if I have any."

Abraham Lincoln to journalist Noah Brooks in 1863
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9:00 A.M.

Booth met with his fiancee, Lucy Hale (daughter of John P. Hale, former U.S. Senator from New Hampshire). He then went to Booker and Stewart's barbershop on E Street near Grover's Theatre where barber Charles Wood trimmed his hair. Afterwards, he may have stopped at the Surratt boardinghouse and met with Mary Surratt. Booth then returned to his hotel in Washington. This was the National Hotel, just 6 blocks from the Capitol on the northeast corner of Sixth Street and Pennsylvania Avenue. Booth stayed in room 228. Many guests recognized Booth as he walked in because he was one of America's most famous actors.


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11:00 A.M.

Booth left the National Hotel and went to Ford's Theatre to pick up his mail. He was dressed in dark clothes and wore a tall silk hat. He wore kid gloves of a bland color, had a light overcoat slung over his arm, and carried a cane. At Ford's he learned from Henry Clay Ford, 21, that President Abraham Lincoln would be attending the evening performance of Our American Cousin. Booth then spent some time walking around the theater. He knew nearly every line of the play. He figured out that the greatest laughter in the theater would be taking place about 10:15 P.M. He also realized the actor, Harry Hawk, would be alone on stage at that moment. He made up his mind. This would be the time to assassinate the president.
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7:00 P.M.

Booth put on black riding boots, new spurs, a black frock coat, black pants, and a black slouch hat. He picked up his diary. Booth carried a compass, a small derringer, and a long hunting knife that could be stuck inside his pants on the left side. Booth loaded the .44-caliber derringer with a lead ball. It was a single shot pistol. At 7:45 he exited the National Hotel.

8:00 P.M.

Booth held one final meeting with his co-conspirators (both the time and location of this meeting is not known for certain). Powell would assassinate Secretary Seward. Herold would guide Powell to Seward's home and help him escape from Washington. Atzerodt would shoot Vice-President Johnson. Booth would kill Lincoln. All attacks would take place simultaneously at 10:15 P.M. The entire gang would then meet at the Navy Yard Bridge. From there they would ride to Surrattsville and pick up guns and binoculars at John Lloyd's leased tavern.




10:00 P.M.

Booth entered Ford's lobby at about 10:07 P.M. He went up the stairs to the dress circle. He moved slowly even stopping completely to lean back against the wall. Soon Booth could see the white door he needed to enter to get to Lincoln's State Box. Charles Forbes, the president's footman, was seated next to the door and Booth apparently handed him a card. Quietly, Booth then opened the door and entered the dark area in back of the box. It was now between 10:15 P.M. and 10:30 P.M. Booth propped the door shut with the wooden leg of a music stand which he had placed there on one of his earlier visits during the day. Whether Booth actually made the niche in the wall was disputed by at least one member of the Ford family; see pp. 73-75 of W. Emerson Reck's A. Lincoln: His Last 24 Hours.




He then opened an inside door behind where the president was sitting. He put his derringer behind Lincoln's head near the left ear and pulled the trigger. Because of the laughter in the theater, not all patrons heard the shot. Booth may have said, "Sic semper tyrannis!" (Latin for "Thus always to tyrants"; many in the audience thought he said these words after he landed on the stage; not all eyewitnesses agreed on Booth's words or even if there were any.) Major Henry Rathbone, also sitting in the State Box, thought Booth shouted a word that sounded like "Freedom!" Rathbone began wrestling with the assassin, and Booth pulled out his knife and stabbed Rathbone in the left arm.


Booth climbed over the banister of the box and dropped about 11 feet to the stage. He landed off balance snapping the fibula bone in his left leg just above the ankle. (At least one assassination expert, Michael Kauffman, feels Booth did not break his leg in his leap to the stage. Kauffman feels Booth broke his leg later that night when his horse took a fall.) Adrenalin flowing, Booth flashed his knife and quickly crossed the stage and out the back of the theater. He jumped on his mare and escaped from the area. At approximately 10:45 Booth crossed the Navy Yard Bridge. Soon he would be in Maryland.




12 Midnight

More than 11 miles south of Ford's Theater, Booth and Herold arrived at Mary Surratt's tavern. Booth had a drink of whiskey, and the fugitives picked up field glasses and a Spencer rifle. John Lloyd later testified that Booth said, "I am pretty certain that we have assassinated the President and Secretary Seward." At the time Booth didn't know Powell failed to kill Seward, and Atzerodt had made no attempt to kill Johnson. Because his leg was hurting terribly, Booth needed medical attention. The whiskey provided only temporary relief. Booth and Herold rode off into the dark countryside. They rode through T.B. and past the home of Joseph Eli Huntt. They eventually ended up at Dr. Samuel Mudd's house at approximately 4:00 A.M. 






http://rogerjnorton.com/Lincoln.html

Saturday, April 18, 2015

The Death of President Garfield 2 July 1881

The Death of President Garfield

The 20th U.S. president was born 19 November 1831. He was fatally wounded just four months into his presidency.
He was shot twice by Charles Julius Guiteau, an itinerant whacko who'd been seeking a job in the Garfield administration.
James Garfield was born in Ohio and yes, in a log cabin. But his family was poor, so it probably wasn't a very nice log cabin. His parents had no education, but James took to it like a fish to water, and that was his ticket to politics.
Garfield was an Ohio congressman for 18 years, a Republican. He was popular and powerful and a terrific speaker. In 1880 the Ohio legislature elected him to the U.S. Senate, but that was a presidential election year; Garfield's election as president happened while he was still in the House of Representatives.
He hadn't even wanted the job, they say. He was a supporter of John Sherman, who was duking it out with leading Republican contenders James Blaine and Ulysses S. Grant for the party nomination. But the crowd wanted Garfield, especially after he gave a rousing speech. After two days and a record number of ballots, Garfield emerged as the Republican candidate.
He easily defeated the Democrat candidate, Winfield Scott.
James Garfield
The first few months of his presidency were rough. The Republican party was split, and Garfield had made an enemy of New York's powerful Senator Roscoe Conkling. And Garfield's wife, Lucretia, came down with malaria.
But by June things were looking up. Garfield had triumphed over Conkling, and Lucretia was resting in New Jersey and regaining her health.
Meanwhile, crazy Charles Guiteau was stalking President Garfield, having decided he had to assassinate the president "to unite the Republican Party and save the Republic."
Guiteau had a long history of being a weirdo. After Garfield became president, Guiteau would visit Garfield's office, seeking a political appointment. He was such an oddball he was eventually banned, so he turned his attention to seeking a consulship in France from Secretary of State James Blaine.
After a few visits, Blaine bluntly told Guiteau to get lost.
Instead, Guiteau obtained a revolver and began following Garfield. He had one opportunity to kill the president in church, but instead drew attention to himself by heckling the sermon. Garfield even noted the event in his diary, describing his future assassin as "a dull young man, with a loud voice, trying to pound noise into the question."
Guiteau had another opportunity several days later, but decided he didn't want to kill Garfield in front of Lucretia.
On the morning of 2 July 1881, Guiteau knew that Garfield would be at the Baltimore and Potomac train station. President Garfield and his two teen sons, Harry and Jim, were on their way north to meet up with Lucretia, and Garfield planned to attend his 25th class reunion at Williams College.
Guiteau arrived at the station early. He stowed his things, got his shoes shined and eagerly anticipated his fame for killing Garfield. His plan was to immediately surrender and be taken to jail.
President Garfield and Secretary Blaine entered the station together, just the two of them. From three feet away, Guiteau fired at Garfield. The bullet went through Garfield's right arm and he said, "My God! What is this?"
Guiteau shot Garfield again, firing into his back. Guiteau took off running, with Secretary of State Blaine chasing after him. Officers from the train station apprehended Guiteau, and they had to quickly usher him from the station amid an angry crowd's demand for immediate retribution.
In the confusion, the police didn't even take Guiteau's gun until they'd finally taken him out of the station. President Garfield lay in a pool of blood in the station as his son, Harry, tried to summon medical help and keep the crowd back.
Guiteau had failed as a lawyer, failed as a preacher, failed as a politician, and now he had failed as an assassin. He didn't kill President Garfield, medical malpractice did. The president had a bullet lodged in his body, and doctors dug around his insides while scoffing at the concept of germs. Garfield died 19 September 1881, a couple of months before his 50th birthday.
President Garfield had been in office only 200 days.
Charles Guiteau pleaded insanity and most of his trial hinged on that issue. He raved in court, openly badgering witnesses and insulting his defense attorney (his brother-in-law!). His trial lasted until 26 January 1882. When he was found guilty, the crowd cheered.
Charles Guiteau looking a little bit nutty
Guiteau was hanged 30 June 1882, in front of a crowd of hundreds.

http://www.who2.com/blog/2013/11/the-death-of-president-garfield

Lucretia Garfield Biography

Lucretia Garfield Biography

Lucretia Rudolph Garfield was the wife of James Garfield, the 20th president of the United States. Her father was a co-founder of what became Hiram College, where Lucretia was educated and where she met her future husband. The Garfields married in 1858, but their early years were spent apart -- James served in the state legislature, then in the Union army during the Civil War. When James was elected to Congress in 1862, Lucretia began the life of a political spouse and mother (they had seven children, five of whom lived to adulthood). As First Lady, she had a rough go of it. Her husband took office in March of 1881 and she came down with Malaria in May. While recuperating in New Jersey she got word her husband had been shot on 2 July. She nursed him until he died on 19 September, just six months after taking office. Lucretia lived another 36 years, politically active but out of the limelight.