Tuesday, May 12, 2009

A Book Review for Abe

Tried by War: Abraham Lincoln as Commander in Chief
By James M. McPherson
New York: The Penguin Press, 2008, 329 pp.

By Leiland Tanner

Respected American Civil War historian James M. McPherson’s “Tried by War: Abraham Lincoln as Commander in Chief” is an engaging read suited for both the casual reader and the motivated student of Abraham Lincoln or the Civil War. As McPherson’s most recent work, it is an intimate examination of the military leadership exercised by President Abraham Lincoln during his four years as Commander in Chief. McPherson writes this book as an analytical narrative calling upon nearly five decades of personal research in primary source documents, and in Pulitzer Prize winning fashion he is able to weave together an accurate and flowing account of the Civil War from a perspective that is often overlooked. As McPherson posits, “In the vast literature on our sixteenth president, however, the amount of attention devoted to his role as commander in chief is disproportionately far smaller than the actual percentage of time he spent on that task.”

It was the whole of his presidential term that Lincoln devoted to military oversight in developing strategy, appointing leadership, and most crucially, setting precedent in defining his war time presidential powers. McPherson frames his book around these aspects of Lincoln’s career as commander in chief, pointing out the positive victories and accomplishments as well as the disastrous mistakes and failures, all the while focusing the main theme of the book on the fact that it was because of the decisions made and leadership executed by Lincoln that he was able to win the war against the Rebels and keep the Union intact. The book is organized into historically chronological chapters that begin with Lincoln’s election in 1860.

The first chapters deal primarily with Abraham Lincoln as the new president and the steep learning curve he faced when it came to mastering military strategy. McPherson dives into the military mindset of Lincoln as he struggled to assemble and organize an army with very little quality resources at all, and as he diligently studied tactics and strategies to better qualify the decisions he would make and further gain the support of the public in his military actions, a feat he desperately needed to be successful on any front of the war. In the following chapters, the bulk of the text is focused on Lincoln’s oversight of military campaigns and his constant internal war to fill and sustain leadership positions with men who would confront the enemy and carryout the president’s battle strategies. The name of General George B. McClellan in the text is one synonymous with a thorn in Lincoln’s side, and the conflicts between the general and the commander in chief during the first two years of the war are described in great detail.

It was a frustrating struggle for Lincoln of appointing and removing commanding officers for either their blatant disregard for authority or their inability to move on the enemy and accomplish simple military maneuvers. McPherson maps the complications of such issues for Lincoln by considering not only their strategic implications, but their political, economic, and psychological implications as well. In the case of General McClellan, there were numerous occasions in which Lincoln desired to remove him from his position as the general in command of the Army of the Potomac for his lack of desire to confront the enemy and his perpetual tendency to over exaggerate the quantifiable aspects of every situation. Yet Lincoln could not remove him because of the General’s deep-rooted relationship with his troops and their faithfulness to him. It became an internally tactical battle within the larger war that would provide the President many sleepless nights and fits of anger. Eventually Lincoln would remove McClellan and others of the same mold and replace them with cooperative Generals like Ulysses S. Grant who in turn acted on the President’s orders and won decisive battles that would contribute to the overall Union victory.

Among the most important decisions Lincoln would make as commander in chief were his interpretations of the president’s powers to bypass the checks and balances of the three-branch government. Lincoln stated, “as commander in chief of the army and navy, in time of war… I conceive that I may in an emergency do things on military grounds that cannot be done constitutionally by Congress.” Lincoln did just that during the war, he suspended the law of habeas corpus, created military courts, and issued the Emancipation Proclamation. These actions are pointed out by McPherson throughout the text and are credited with both pivotally changing the war to the Union’s favor and also becoming a hot topic of constitutional debate among historians and politicians alike.

The last chapters of the book chronicle the final stages of the war in which peace talks are initiated between Lincoln and Jefferson Davis the President of the Confederate States. McPherson finds the title for his book from these discussions, in which both parties reassured one another that nothing less of an absolute victory by either side would end the conflict. Lincoln declares, speaking of Davis, “He cannot voluntarily reaccept the Union; we cannot voluntarily yield it. Between him and us the issue is distinct, simple, and inflexible. It is an issue that can only be tried by war, and decided by victory.” Decided by victory it was and because of the military strategy, devoted leadership, and undying determination of Abraham Lincoln. McPherson’s “Tried by War” displays the author’s impressive command of his sources and his creative brilliance by captivating the reader from start to finish. This scholarly monograph sheds new light on the presidency of Abraham Lincoln and vividly displays his vital role in the outcome of the Civil War as the Union Army’s commander in chief.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

A Memory for Mexico

To me he was Brother Aurelio.

He couldn’t read and he couldn’t write.

He spoke Spanish with a true Chiapaneco-campero twist, a Mexican version of American Cajun. After three months in Palenque I, the American, was the one who had to translate for my Mexican-native companions.

Seven pesos for the ‘convi’(a VW hippie van) from Palenque to Pakalna. Ten minutes with stops. Fourteen pesos for the bus ride from Pakalna to the third stop before Catazajá, thirty minutes. We jumped a fence and started to walk a trail. We cut across fields and maneuvered through jungle, we steadily crept across a bridge with alligators below… luckily it hadn’t rained the night before and we were able to cross the river. Up ahead in the clearing we could see a small farm with a sheet metal roof and two hammocks draped across a small porch - just minutes under an hour walking. Brother Aurelio was already on his way out to meet us.

He took off his hat, “que pue Elde, ¿no-les comier-un lagarto pue?” I shook his hand and told him that because we were missionaries, the Lord had spared us from being eaten by the alligators. He smiled and invited us to have a drink of water before we set out to catch our meal.

Brother Aurelio grabbed his rifle and we were off to catch an iguana. We entered the thicket at high noon and scoured the sun bathed branches of skyscraper-like trees with our eyes. Una negra was the first to be spotted, on the low hanging branch a small tree about eye-level and only about ten yards away. I steadied a sling-shot loaded with a rock and let it rip. The rock whizzed over the top of the lazy beast and he did nothing. My companion then aimed and fired, and struck the iguana squarely above his exposed hind leg - the lizard only twitched. We then relentlessly opened fire until one of us struck him right in the neck. The stunned iguana dropped from the branch and fell confused onto the grassy forest floor. I fearlessly reached my hand down and scooped up the lizard and held him up for brother Aurelio too assess. “No ‘sta ueno. Demacia’o chico pa’ comer”. It was too small, so we let him go. Not long after, Brother Aurelio signaled for us to follow him, then he steadied his rifle and fired one shot. What seemed like at first to be a small iguana high up in the tree tops began to fall from the sky and increase in size. I got ready to run up and grab the lizard, but when I saw the monster land a knot suddenly appeared in my throat and my limbs wouldn’t respond. The orange iguanazo hit the ground and immediately stood up on its two hind legs and started to run for the river. It was not so small and suddenly I was not so brave, it looked like a velociraptor with a carnivorous mouth ready to feed - so I stepped out of the way and let it jump into the river. I sadly turned to my companion and we both shared expressions of disappointment, until Brother Aurelio told us to be patient and wait. He slowly walked downstream and carefully watched the water… a few minutes passed and we heard a splash a little further down. We ran over to find the iguana had passed away floated to the top. Brother Aurelio reached in the water and pulled our dinner out. We later had a wonderful meal, Iguana enchilado with rice and beans. We shared a scripture and prayed together, then my companion and I began the long journey back to Palenque.

As we left brother Aurelio took of his hat and yelled from the porch, “CUIDA’O LO LAGARTO! NOS VEMO’ ‘L-DOMINGO!” My companion and I just waved and kept walking. We made sure we stayed far away from the edge of the river and the alligators.

I am still amazed. Every Sunday, nearly four hours of travel time and eighty-four pesos in travel expenses didn’t stop Brother and Sister Aurelio. Every week bright and early they were waiting outside the small prayer house in Palenque to attend Church, partake of the Sacrament and pay their tithing. Their testimonies were strong, even when they were the only members of the branch to attend Church services lead, directed, and administered by two young missionaries. Their faith never wavered.

I will always remember how he spoke, such a humble man with a Chiapaneco draw and yet “it must needs be that the power of God must be with him” (2 Nephi 1:27). He was an inspiration and an example to me.

Yet he couldn’t read and he couldn’t write.

But I’ll never forget Brother Aurelio.