Sequel to the Civil War, With Resonance Today

Redemption: The Last Battle of the Civil War, by Nicholas Lemann. Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 257 pages, $24.

This article was published in the October 16, 2006, edition of The New York Observer.

The hero of the story: Adelbert Ames (1835-1933), governor of Mississippi from 1868 to 1870 and 1874 to 1876.
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The hero of the story: Adelbert Ames (1835-1933), governor of Mississippi from 1868 to 1870 and 1874 to 1876.

O.K., here’s a quick Choose Your Own Adventure to test your political savvy.

You’re the President of the United States, it’s September, and over in Iraq, various gangs of thugs are driving around murdering and terrorizing a certain community, which has, naturally, created some militia outfits to defend itself. Bear in mind that after your martial victory several years before, the new government legislated that all Iraqis, whatever their ethnic background, enjoy equal voting rights, and there’s an election looming in November.

That election is a crucial stage in your planned reconstruction of Iraqi civil society, but owing to the intractable blood feuds, there’s a systematic terrorist campaign to keep the voters away from the polls. Your people out there have urgently requested that you deploy the Army right now to restore order so the election can take place. Now here’s where it gets tricky: In October, there’s an important election in Ohio, and your Republican candidate will lose if the Army gets involved in this increasingly unpopular foreign conflict. So, what do you do?

If, because you believe that this is no time to play dice with people’s lives, you gave the morally obvious answer—order out the troops, crack some skulls and hang the consequences in Ohio—then you’re hereby disqualified from high political office and should stick to reading book reviews at your local Starbucks.

But if your reasoning went something like this: Well, I feel badly for the Iraqis, but these Johnny Foreigners will always find a way to kill each other anyway, and if we lose Ohio my party will collapse, so I’m going to ignore the trouble and hope no one gets too worked up over it, then you should consider a career in Washington, D.C.

Ignore the trouble is precisely what President Ulysses S. Grant chose to do in September 1875 when the beleaguered governor of Mississippi pleaded with him to dispatch federal troops to ensure peaceful state elections. At the time, well-organized hordes of Democratic “White Liners,” mostly recalcitrant Confederates implacably opposed to the extension of the franchise to blacks, were terrorizing the black community to suppress the vote.

The governor, Adelbert Ames, had organized a few companies of black militia to counterbalance the White Liners in an act of brave defiance that raised the horrific (or enticing) possibility of reigniting the Civil War and overthrowing Reconstruction using the specter of an “armed Negro uprising” as a dubious pretext. And what happened? In the election, the Republicans were demolished, and Mississippi returned to white control, soon followed by several other states where the same tactics were employed. Up north, Grant’s man, Rutherford B. Hayes, won re-election as the governor of Ohio. (He succeeded Grant as President and ended Reconstruction, thereby helping to hand the South over to segregationist Democrats.)

Nicholas Lemann, the dean of Columbia’s School of Journalism and a staff writer at The New Yorker, tells the story of what soon became known as “the Mississippi Plan,” its background and its baleful aftermath in Redemption. The undoubted hero of the piece is the remarkable Adelbert Ames, a former Union general from Maine who first traveled to Mississippi under the assumption that he was a savior of the defeated South, only to find himself crucified by an unforgiving enemy. Along the way, this flawed messiah was himself redeemed: From being a political hack hoping to launch a Presidential career and larded down with the usual well-meaning but hopelessly patronizing attitude toward the “simple Negroes,” Ames transformed into a fiery crusader determined to see justice done toward the huddled black masses now set free but still suborned by their appalling former owners.

Mr. Lemann performs a sterling service in excavating these hidden ruins, and Redemption is a superb, supple work of popular narrative history backed up by sound archival evidence. Still, there’s one aspect that troubles me, though maybe I’m just being oversensitive: Mr. Lemann very properly gives both sides of any given clash, yet almost invariably exculpates blacks from any hint of impropriety. By portraying Mississippi’s blacks as universally forbearing and heroic innocents, he inadvertently turns them into caricatures.

Mr. Lemann spends a great deal of time carefully delineating the complex facets and motivations of the whites, but relatively little on their black allies. Were none of them corrupt, did none commit murder, had none ever helped to incite a riot? What about the internal politics of the black community and the inevitable class tensions between newly freed landless and land-owning blacks, or the literate and the illiterate?

In his reluctance to portray blacks as subject to the same vices and temptations as anybody, Mr. Lemann may have feared somehow giving succor to the self-pitying Southern historiography of Reconstruction as a “crime” perpetrated by corrupt blacks and their carpet-bagging pals. By this logic, a hint of anything less than untainted grace and innocence would presumably strengthen the cracker view that these uppity blacks had it coming and that whites were merely protecting themselves.

This is an understandable worry on Mr. Lemann’s part, though I think he should be less fearful. There’s no danger of moral equivalence here: Notwithstanding a few individual acts of violence, Republicans of all races were enforcing the law, a moral law that was the product of a war in which about 600,000 men had recently died. One side was right, the other wrong.

Nevertheless, much to his credit, Mr. Lemann never bashes you over the head with an obvious modern analogy—that was me, I’m afraid—but leaves the reader to read between his lines. Every writer is shaped by the present and thus brings biases to his text, and while the old Southern magnolia-and-moonlight historians who reigned until the 1940’s certainly had theirs, it would be surprising if Mr. Lemann—who’s written several perceptive pieces for The New Yorker about Iraq—had not had the failing reconstruction effort and the all-too-successful terrorist activity there lurking in the back of his mind.

The lesson here is that civil wars are messy affairs that rarely end when the official hostilities do; they linger instead for decades as the aggrieved losers settle old scores. The American Civil War is still, to an extent, being fought. When will the Iraqi one end?

Alexander Rose’s Washington’s Spies: The Story of America’s First Spy Ring (Bantam) was published in April.
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little infent a hug. The baths owner walked up to them while greeting she took an infent who
deeply slept and kissed him. Other women who were in the bathing hut came together all
around the infent and cheerfully looked him. After resting for a while the young woman
took her clothes and her in infent off, then they entered a bath. The bath was big and it also
had a pool which women gathered around it. Newcomers went to a corner and took a bath
there. After finishing bathing the young woman with her infent came backed to the bathing
hut and wore clean clothes then exited. Week after week she came to the baths with her
infent. Whenever she came to the baths, bath owner huged the infent and kissed him as same
as the first time. Week after week passed and the infent was growing up while he became
more interesting and likable. Little by little he could laugh, sit down, stand up and walk and
after while he could speak. That little infent now became a boy. This boy knew a bath owner
very well and whenever he saw her, smiled and greeted in friendly way. The boy liked
bathing so much, he knew all women where in baths.
Year after year passed, the boy was becoming more older day by day. One day when the
boy and his mother come to the baths although he smiled and greated the bath owner as same
as ever, she got the cold shoulder. The boy got surprised. The bath owner started speaking in
a whisper to the boy's mother. He could not understand what they were talking about but
sometimes they had a look at him while speaking. It happened again in other weeks.
Eventually one day when they finished taking bath, in bathing hut the bath owner walkded up
to them and sarted talking to the mother. This time the boy discovered that they talked about
him. Other women came too, finally the bath owner took a salver which were a lot of apples
in it, then kindly asked the boy to took an apple. All women even his mother were
waiting for his reaction. After some minute the boy took one apple. Because of his reaction
all women also the bath owner got happy and smiled while they were covering themselves.
His mother breath a deep sigh. The boy can not stay in the bath any more.

A man was suspense and was going from somewhere to somewhere and a woman
followed him. A man was sometimes sitting down and whispering something then burst out
crying. A woman was stairing at him and getting upset of his sorrows and miseries.
from his whispers the woman heard that it seems pleasant for the woman. This repeated
day by day while the man became more restiveness. Finally they reached to the desert. The
man climbed up the mountain . the woman followed him while he become more discomfort
than ever and cried so sorely. The man looked at sky and said :"God, why you leave me
alone". Eventually she break the ice and said:" if God leave you alone, I'll stay with you. The
man staired at woman sadly. And after a while pointed out to the mirage which was in front
of them, then said :"yes you're right . although there is no water in this desert, there is kind of
mirage . while he was saying this, he came down the mountain and sat down in a corner and
cried. The woman can not understand what he mean by mirage, but she got happy of this
word, then she went towards where the man had whispered before. She was drawn in her
sweet dream, when she reached the mountain. But she got that there was not any mirage
and saw that mirage was next to the mountain which man sat close to it. Again she ran
towards there with another dream while she sang that song. She repeated this for seven times.
each time she sang the sang and was so hopeful about reaching the mirage. Little by little she
can get the meaning that man had said before.
suddenly she give a shout sadly and disappeared in mirage. The man who was crying and
whispering became more upset when heard the woman's voice. Eventually a big cloud
overed sky and it rained. There is no mirage anymore, the man saw woman in front of
himself . there were no alone. God was with them.

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