Below, General Grant and President Jefferson Davis~~Cain and Abel together~
General Lee and President Lincoln~~American Cain and Abel
|Arthur Kenneth Chesterton MC (1896 – 16 August 1973)G.K. Chesterton on Dixie and the American invention of “total war.”|
The American Civil War was a real war between two civilizations. It will affect the whole history of the world. There were great and good men, on both sides, who knew it would affect the whole history of the world. Yet the great majority of Englishmen know nothing about it, or only know the things that are not true. They have a general idea that it was `all about niggers’; and they are taught by their newspapers to admire Abraham Lincoln as ignorantly and idiotically as they once used to abuse him. All this seems to me very strange; not only considering the importance of America, but considering how everybody is now making America so very important. America is allowed to have, if anything, far too much influence on the affairs of the rest of the world…
….We know, in our own case, that it is sometimes possible to lose a war after we have won it. The American politicians lost something more valuable than a war; they lost a peace. They lost a possibility of reconciliation that would not only have doubled their strength, but would have given them a far better balance of ideas which would have vastly increased their ultimate influence on the world. Lincoln may have been right in thinking that he was bound to preserve the Union. But it was not the Union that was preserved. A union implies that two different things are united; and it should have been the Northern and Southern cultures that were united. As a fact, it was the Southern culture that was destroyed. And it was the Northern that ultimately imposed not a unity but merely a uniformity. But that was not Lincoln’s fault. He died before it happened; and it happened because he died.
Everybody knows, I imagine, that the first of the men who really destroyed the South was the Southern fanatic, John Wilkes Booth. He murdered the one man in the North who was capable of comprehending that there was a case for the South. But Northern fanatics finished the work of the Southern fanatic; many of them as mad as he and more wicked than he. Mr. Bowers gives a vivid account of the reign of terror that Stevens and Sumner and the rest let loose on the defeated rebels a pestilence of oppression from which the full promise of America has never recovered. But I have a particular reason at the moment for recommending to my countrymen some study of the book and the topic.
Every age has its special strength, and generally one in which some particular nation is specially strong. Every age has also its special weakness and deficiency, and a need which only another type could supply. This is rather specially the Age of America; but inevitably, and unfortunately, rather the America of the Northern merchants and industrialists. It is also the age of many genuine forms of philanthropy and humanitarian effort, such as modern America has very generously supported. But there is a virtue lacking in the age, for want of which it will certainly suffer and possibly fail. It might be expressed in many ways; but as short a way of stating it as any I know is to say that, at this moment, America and the whole world is crying out for the spirit of the Old South.
In other words, what is most lacking in modern psychology is the sentiment of Honour; the sentiment to which personal independence is vital and to which wealth is entirely incommensurate. I know very well that Honour had all sorts of fantasies and follies in the days of its excess. But that does not affect the danger of its deficiency, or rather its disappearance. The world will need, and need desperately, the particular spirit of the landowner who will not sell his land, of the shopkeeper who will not sell his shop, of the private man who will not be bullied or bribed into being part of a public combination; of what our fathers meant by the free man. And we need the Southern gentleman more than the English or French or Spanish gentleman. For the aristocrat of Old Dixie, with all his faults and inconsistencies, did understand what the gentle man of Old Europe generally did not. He did understand the Republican ideal, the notion of the Citizen as it was understood among the noblest of the pagans. That combination of ideal democracy with real chivalry was a particular blend for which the world was immeasurably the better; and for the loss of which it is immeasurably the worse. It may never be recovered; but it will certainly be missed.
How sweet it was~~Rosalie Mansion in Natchez, Mississippi, where, in the 1850’s, there were more millionaires per square foot than in all the rest of the world combined, Sir~~Yes, Sir, combined~~all courtesy of King Cotton~~White Gold, Sir~
G.K. Chesterton On America, from “Come to Think of It”
We thank Mr. Chesterton and cease to quote him~~
We now are entertained and give credit and thanks to The Catholic Knight
Putting the sword to the “tyranny of relativism!”
THE CATHOLIC KNIGHT: There are so many comments I would like to add to this wonderful script, but for the sake of time and space, I will have to limit it. Chesterton begins with the comment: “The American Civil War was a real war between two civilizations. It will affect the whole history of the world.” In this he is right on both counts. The Civil War was really a War for Southern (Dixie) Independence. It was a war of secession, not a “civil war” in the proper sense, because the South had no interest in taking over the Union government in Washington City. It merely wanted to separate from it. However, the term “Civil War” has become commonplace in reference to the conflict, and when the word “civil” is put into the context of “civilisation” I have no problem with it. For the Civil War was literally a Civilisation War — or a war between two different civilisations. Chesterton was also right in saying that the Civil War would effect the whole history of the world, and indeed it did, in so many different ways, and continues to do so on into the future. Through America’s Civil War, all of the Western world was introduced to the concept of “total war” wherein all the restraints of Christendom are thrown to the wind and armies now make war on civilians and their property with the same fury they would their military opponents on the battlefield. Thanks to the North’s conquest of the South, the entire Western world was made ready for the savagery of World War I, World War II and all the conflicts of the Cold War, to the modern day wars in the Middle East.
Chesterton continues: “As a fact, it was the Southern culture that was destroyed. And it was the Northern that ultimately imposed not a unity but merely a uniformity. But that was not Lincoln’s fault. He died before it happened; and it happened because he died.” Lincoln’s great genius was that he understood the consequences of his actions, and could accurately foresee these consequences up to 150 years in advance as evidenced when he wrote the following…
“I have two great enemies, the southern army in front of me and the financial institutions, in the rear. Of the two, the one in the rear is the greatest enemy. I see in the future a crisis approaching that unnerves me and causes me to tremble for the safety of my country. As a result of the war, corporations have been enthroned and an era of corruption in high places will follow, and the money power of the country will endeavor to prolong its reign by working upon the prejudices of the people until wealth is aggregated in a few hands and the Republic is destroyed. I feel at this moment more anxiety for the safety of my country than ever before, even in the midst of the war.” — Abraham Lincoln in a letter to Col. William F. Elkins upon passage of the National Banking Act of 1863
But Lincoln’s great evil was that in spite of this foresight he believed the ends justified the means. He chose war over peace, compulsory empire over voluntary union, and in doing so he sacrificed not only the lives and fortunes of his generation, but the financial freedom of our generation. Lincoln didn’t have to go to war, as his predecessor James Buchanan demonstrated through the strength of his restraint. He opposed secession every bit as much as Lincoln but he knew the president was not given the constitutional authority to make war on the very states he is sworn to protect. Lincoln’s sole redeeming quality, in my opinion, is that while he practically invented the modern concept of total war, he also believed in total peace. He gave General Grant permission to negotiate a peace treaty with General Lee, wherein Southern soldiers would simply surrender their firearms and return to their homes and families without consequence. He envisioned a peace wherein everything would go back to the way it was, and he was perhaps the only man in Washington City who could restrain the zealots in Congress from taking their revenge on the defeated South. Sadly, he was killed shortly after Lee’s negotiated surrender at Appomattox. As a result of his death, his successor (Andrew Johnson) did not honour the agreement, and the zealots in Congress took their revenge on Dixie just as Lincoln had feared. General Lee later regretted his surrender, and stated that if he knew what the North would do to the South after the war, he would have fought to the last man.
Chesterton continues: “This is rather specially the Age of America; but inevitably, and unfortunately, rather the America of the Northern merchants and industrialists,” because that is all there is left. The agrarian aristocracy of the South was annihilated. “But there is a virtue lacking in the age, for want of which it will certainly suffer and possibly fail.” Herein we have an observation that has since become prophetic. For we have all most certainly suffered, and yes, this age will soon fail. That is a historical certainty. What is uncertain is what will arise after it fails.
“America and the whole world is crying out for the spirit of the Old South.” It is a statement that brings a tear to my eyes, because it is true. What is the spirit of the Old South. The Modernists and pedallers of endless race-baiting would have us believe it was nothing more than slavery, the oppression of black men by white men, a crime which can never be paid for, and for which they will demand infinite recompense. This however was not the spirit of the Old South — dear God no! For slavery was just as much a Northern institution as it was Southern, and it existed South of Dixie as well, in the Caribbean, Central America and South America. It existed for decades there, long after the American Civil War ended. No, the spirit of the Old South was not slavery, but rather how Southerners dealt with this evil in everyday life, and indeed, how they dealt with everything. While there most certainly were abuses in some places, for the most part, the majority of slave owners in the South worked in the fields side-by-side with their slaves, toiling in the sun and humidity, for the very sustenance that would eventually nourish them both. Then again, the majority of Southerners didn’t even own slaves, even though they certainly had the legal right and ability. Still yet, there are those descended from Africa today who would say of all the places in the world God could have sent their ancestors as slaves, they were blessed to be sent to the American South (Dixie), for no other nation would have treated their ancestors better. Why? What is this spirit of the South that makes men say such things? I tell you, it is the spirit of a simple Christian life, living close to the land, and trusting in God’s providence. For the South was steeped in honour, dignity and tradition. While hindsight is always 20/20, and we are sure to find errors in the ways of our ancestors, it doesn’t change the fact that we are not half the men they were (whether slave or free). For they believed in something higher than themselves, and for them, life wasn’t about how to make the next dollar. It was a way of life, a way of living, and if you want to sum it up into a nutshell, look no further than Pope Leo XIII’s encyclical Rerum Novarum, written in 1891 with the consequences of the American Civil War in retrospect. Because of the North’s victory, Yankee Imperialism was born, and because of Yankee Imperialism, the merchants and industrialists were able to conquer the whole world. That is why the world cries out for the spirit of the Old South. It is the same spirit of Rerum Novarum, of economic Distributism, of the ability for the common man to own his job and in doing so gain the dignity of providing for his family using his own property. It is a dignity becoming increasingly scarce in our modern world, as the ultra-rich and super-powerful continue to aggregate the wealth of the world into a few hands. “The world will need, and need desperately, the particular spirit of the landowner who will not sell his land, of the shopkeeper who will not sell his shop, of the private man who will not be bullied or bribed into being part of a public combination; of what our fathers meant by the free man.”
Chesterton concludes: “That combination of ideal democracy with real chivalry was a particular blend for which the world was immeasurably the better; and for the loss of which it is immeasurably the worse. It may never be recovered; but it will certainly be missed.” I do not know if Old Dixie can be revived, but I do know that I can at least plead her case before my international audience. For the Southern Gentleman shall never return without the return of the South which was and is his home.
Credits~~and thanks to The Catholic Knight
Putting the sword to the “tyranny of relativism!” ~We now note cease quoting
We wish we were in Dixie~~hoo~ray!! Hoo~ray!!
Rejoice and Glad!!
John Daniel Begg
Washington, District of Columbia
Friday, 28th Juin, Anno Domini Nostri Iesu Christi, 2013
A beautiful, genteel, child-like, civilization~~now and forever~~gone with the wind~
Consider this. There is a certain version of Adam and Eve, Cain and Abel, in which it can be derived that Cain had a biological father other than Adam. That story suggests that the 2 main repetitive patterns for war throughout Earth’s history are fighting over a woman and fighting for power and domination. Reincarnationally, these patterns repeat themselves throughout history. And oddly enough, it has been claimed that Abraham Lincoln and Jefferson Davis actually had the same biological father but different biological mothers, seemingly a reincarnational, karmic adjustment for Cain and Abel, tens of thousands of years later. My interest of history and the Civil War comes largely from my mother. She was a teacher very interested in history. Therefore, a relative loaned her a Civil War diary by Union solldier, Philip LaBarr, of the 104th Pennsylvania regiment. As kids, my mother drove us to PA to visit uncle Ben, her mother’s brother. On the way she stopped at a little antique store and just happened to find an antique book on the Civil War 104th PA regiment for 8 dollars. In 1972 I joined the Marine Corps and went to boot camp at Parris Island,SC. Near the middle of December that year I graduated from boot camp. My parents came to take me home on leave and we visited the Civil War battlefield at Fredericksburg, VA. It just happened to be the anniversary of the battle, same day, same hour even. Many years later I was in the antique and collectible business. I went late to an estate sale and bought Vol. I and Vol. II of The Great Rebellion, for 30 dollars. Volume I was published during the Civil War. Volume II was published immediately after the Civil War. Years after that I obtained a friend who knew he had lived as Robert E. Lee in a previous lifetime. Years after that, I finally showed him my books of The Great Rebellion. He pointed out to me that a certain picture of Lee was exactly like he used to look like in his younger days. There was also a picture in the books of a certain Confederate politician that resembled me, a picture when he was relatively young, without any goatee or flaring hair. It’s the only picture I’ve ever seen of him that looked like that, and so much like myself. I wasn’t going to say anything about it to my Robert E. Lee friend, but he noticed it too. He liked the books, so I gave them to him. He kept the books for years. Meanwhile, we had other friends and acquaintances, whom we seemed to recognize from Civil War and other times, including Nathan Bedford Forrest. That individual died several months ago of cancer. At some point, my mother decided to donate dozens of her Civil War books to the Civil War library-museum in Doylestown, Pa. My mother had previously written to Civil War author Bruce Patton, who wrote back and had tried to get a book published about the Civil War diary, unsucsessfully, because she had no photographs with it. I drove my mother to Doylestown to deliver the books. The man who helped me carry the books upstairs was a Civil War reenactor. He would play the part of a Confederate general, who was wounded at Gettysburg and left to die, but who survived when the Union women took care of him. This reenactor claimed to look exactly like that Confederate general. He also said that he had fought in Vietnam as a sniper, with thirty-something confirmed kills and had been wounded jumping off a helicopter, corresponding with the Confederate general’s wound at Gettysburg. He also had a grandfather that lived to be 113. Years ago I drove to the Monroe Institute in Faber, VA, to take a course. On the way there, I got kind of lost and found myself driving through Wash. D.C. When I finally got across the Potomac, I found myself on Lee Hwy. arriving in Faber, I met Lee Stone, who was a facilitator for the course. Lee Stone does past life regression work to help people. During the week at Faber, I had the feeling that Lee Stone must have been a Confederate soldier, with some authority. There was another individual there, with whom I had a couple of long conversations, who gave me the impression that he must have been President Woodrow Wilson, in his previous lifetime. He worked for the U.N., but had to leave early because the U.N. have needed him. At the end of the week, I finally had a chance to talk with Lee Stone. He said that I am someone good at solving puzzles, like the Sean Connery character of the priest who deciphers the secret religious text. Lee confirmed for me that he had lived as a Confederate soldier from Tennessee and that he spent 3 days on the battlefield, dying. I realized he was probably referring to the battle at Cold Harbor. When I mentioned to him that the U.N. gentleman seemed like a reincarnation of Woodrow Wilson, he said I was probably right. A couple of years ago, my Robert E. Lee friend needed money. He put various items for sale at a consignment store, including the Great Rebellion books. They didn’t sell. He brought them to the flea market to sell them and was set up next to me. I realized he had the books there when a customer checked out the books but didn’t buy them. So I bought the books back for 15 dollars. When I got home, I scoured those books, searching for that only picture of a certain Confederate politician, that looked exactly like me. The picture was gone, completely disappeared. And no, I don’t believe it was cut out, ripped out or anything like that. It’s just that weird things happen to me for some reason. And it doesn’t stop here. It never does. Just thought you might be interested.
Dear Mr Brice:
A very interesting note. Thank you.
John Daniel Begg