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The Insurrectionists, by Emily Hausheer
The Insurrectionists, by Emily Hausheer
Table of Contents:
Book I:
United We Stand
Book I:
United We Stand
Chapters
1. Winds
of Tension
2. High
Treason
3. The
Shot of Revolution
4. Prayer
5. Congress
is Convening
6. Farmers
as Soldiers and Revolutionaries
7. Needed
News
8. Down
with the King!
9. Rospierre
10. Revolution
as an Answer
11. Peasant’s
Cries
12. President
Louis
13. Rospierre
Plays Theology
14. America’s
Response
15. Desmoulin’s
Folly
16. Thermidor
17. Turnover
Book 2:
1. Desmoulins Reflections
2. The Triumvirate
3. England and France
4. Dickinson
5. Election Chaos
6. The People’s Will?
7. April Rose
8. Man of the People
9. Camhouille Suspicious
10. Van Fordley’s Pride
11. South Carolina on the Barricade
12. The Day Before Possible Revolution
13. Peter Saint-Just
14. Dinner Problems
15. Back in Washington
16. Van Fordley the Corrupt
17. Camhouille the Fearless Leader
18. Trying to Make Camhouille Fall
19. Van Fordley’s Way
20. Desmoulin’s Suspicions
21. Committee on Ethics
22. Morning
23. Last of Van Fordley but not the
Counterrevolutionaries
24. Desmoulins Knows Better
25. Stepping on the Revolution
26. J’lay
27. Waiting
28. Radicalism
29. Jacobins Everywhere!
30. Last of the Compromises
31. Camhouille’s Crusade,
Revolutionaries Awake
32.
Murray’s Reflections
33.
The Call
Compromises and Passions
1. Book
3:
The Untimely Hour
The Untimely Hour
2.
It is here
3.
Followers as Leaders
4.
Technology
5.
States Rights
6.
Raids
7.
Paranoia
8.
Revenge
9.
Saint-Just Fallen
10.
Saint-Just’s Chair
11.
A New President
12.
Unwanted Victory
13.
Saint-Just’s Wildfire and Desmoulin’s
Candle
14.
North
15.
Confederacy
16.
War
17.
Flickering Candle
18.
Saint-Just Alone
19.
The Final Battle
20.
Peace- So far but so close
21.
Pazo
22.
Night of Tragedy and New Beginnings
23.
Phoenix out of the Ashes
24.
Rising Future
25.
Preserving the Past
26.
Into the Light of Heaven
Forward: In these United States of America
history has come and gone. This young nation broke free from the tyrannical
bondage of foreign royalty and formed a new nation. History and life goes in
cycles, part of the old is renewed into the new and barely recognized but only
distinguishable by the educated of the land.
Chapter 1: Winds of Tension
The sun shone bright that January day; It was passed,
the Stamp Act. Every object with a stamp on it will be taxed. Young Charity
Jacobsen set aside her newspaper “has it come to this?” She listened
quietly as the adults of the small cross-roads town argued bitterly; “This is
the last straw!” a man said “Haven’t we been taxed enough?” an older man
strongly stated. A cold shiver went up Charity’s spine I don’t like this talk She thought.
Later in the White House of this very
same nation, a president was contemplating this protest. “Silly rebellious
citizens...” Arnold scoffed “my decrees are the highest in the nation, I spent
my whole life working to get this position and here I’m.” President Charles
Arnold ignored the people’s cries, he raised taxes, expanded government, sued
states, taxed tea and other beverages, taxed just about anything he could think
of. The people petitioned him to stop, but George didn’t listen, it was either
his way, or his way. Charity Jacobsen looked ready to march to “King
George’s” palace and defeat them herself.
A young man by the name of Brit Baber ran over to the girls
“Guess what? “ “what?” they replied. “Tonight, at different harbors throughout
the country, men are going to be dumping all the goods that President Arnold
taxed into the ocean.”
As night came, the moment arrived; Charity walked down to
the dock. The docks were quiet huddled in the dark were a group of men,
patriots no less; rebellious patriots, and they were angry. Charity stopped her
friend Ryan Murray, he had some sort of dirt that was black and sooty looking rubbed
against his face, as well as red, white and blue feathers on his head; so did
the other men. The men boarded the ship, the battle cry of “No taxation without
representation!” was sounded, goods… billions of dollars worth of goods were
dumped into the ocean. These men made it clear, that they didn’t like “King
George’s” taxes. Throughout these United States discontent was brewing,
citizens were not going to sit by when their rights were being taken- one word
remained: revolution.
These boys walking away starting singing the “Liberty Song”
by John Dickinson originally penned in the Revolutionary War
Come join hand in hand brave American’s
all and rouse your bold hearts to fear liberty’s call….. in freedom we’re born
and in freedom we live. Our purses are ready, steady friend steady. Not as
slaves but as free men our money we’ll give!
High Treason
That very night as President Arnold heard of the
incident, he was enraged. A pen flung across the Oval Office. “I’ve had enough!
I want to know the names of these traitors! I won’t put up with treason.”
President Arnold had balding white hair, always wore a scowl that was twisted
but rarely showed this when the voters were around. Arnold's nasal New York
accent was not the most attractive sound that hit the world. Arnold had cold
blue eyes, and was very plump but tall. Senator James Desmoulins from Virginia
was in the room. Senator Desmoulins was a handsome fellow, his chestnut brown
hair was lightly sprinkled with white, his hazel eyes held so much passion
under his calm demeanor. Desmoulins’s charm was gentle, and his nature
unassuming. The perfect picture of a southern gentleman- this was Desmoulins. “But
Mr. President” Desmoulins said with a charming Southern twang “they want less
rules and regulations, you should take a chance and listen to the people”
“The people?” President Arnold’s face grew brighter red “I
don’t need the people, I need me. What I say is right for all, what is right
for me is right for everyone!” Senator James Desmoulins listened and looked
nervously around the room “I respect your views but... you are acting like a
king” “Well, I’d rather be a King, then some common man with no power.
Secretary of War” Arnold summoned, the timid young Secretary approached, his
brown hair was disheveled, eye glasses crooked, shirt wrinkled. He tripped over
Senator Desmoulins’s cane, Desmoulins stopped over to help him up but President
Arnold put his hand in front of Desmoulins’s. “Secretary Gate, I want one
million troops deployed in the following states; South Carolina, Georgia,
Florida, North Carolina, Virginia, Alabama, Mississippi, Virginia, Texas,
Louisiana, California, Oregon, Washington, New Hampshire, Maine, Massachusetts,
Connecticut, New York, Rhode Island, New York, New Jersey, Maryland and
Delaware. I want to make it known, that nobody nullifies my tax by tossing tea
into the nearest harbor of these states.” The secretary left the room. Desmoulins
glanced at the President nervously “Virginia is my state. You shall not treat
us like dirt”
“I will treat you rebels however I see fit. This silly
rebellion must be put to death immediately!” William grunted. Desmoulins gave a
rare glair out of his normally calm eyes and steered down President William
Arnold. Desmoulins kept this gaze as Arnold waved his hand to dismiss James Desmoulins. Desmoulins approached the door and he replied
to President Arnold “Mark my words, that order you just gave will make the
patriots more admired then you ever wanted them to be.” Arnold rolled his eyes
after Desmoulins stormed out of the room.
The Shot of Revolution
Breathing heavily, a reporter ran up to Senator Desmoulins.
“we just received word….. Massachusetts….. war broke out!”
“What?” James Desmoulins
couldn’t believe what he heard.
“In Lexington, Kentucky this morning President Arnold’s
troops clashed with a small group of Kentuckians. The Kentuckians saw President
Arnold’s troops getting ready to get a train to go east to Virginia. These
Kentucky patriots weren’t going to let the troops through. Refusing to submit
to the soldier’s demands, an explosion was heard but the intensity of the
people’s emotions caused them to think somebody fired. Citizens and soldiers
alike looked frantically around the field “who fired?” shouted one young man
with long red hair. “I have no clue, I did not see anybody fire!” replied a
makeshift general. After this shots started exchanging on both sides. War broke
out. The explosion was later found out to be from an abandoned building, where carbon
dioxide was building up. Desmoulins shook his head “No, just no… why did it
come to this?” Shock was in the air, what happened? At the president's mansion,
Charles Arnold smiled; “Well, that should show those rebels, Secretary Gate.”
The timid secretary walked over “I want more troops, this time, expand them to
the landlocked states, and especially more in Kentucky." “President
Arnold, you can’t do this!” Vice President Washington spoke up from across the
room. “Who said I can’t? I’m the President I can do what I want!” Washington
was indignant; “These Patriots have seen what you are doing as an attack and
are gathering their armies” “I’m going to win anyway, you hear me Patrick
Washington?” The Vice President left the room. That very same night, the Senate
had an emergency joint meeting. “Order, order!” Washington banged his mallet
“the Chair recognizes the Senator from Kentucky Jenaye White.” Jenaye stood up,
her blue-green eyes shone with deep concern “Mr. President, gunfire started, in
my own state. I’d say as the Senate must take the side of the Patriot army....”
Before she could finish President Arnold walked in; “You may be pleased or
angry to know I just signed a paper, granting me rights over the states, and
the legislative branch.” “Who gave you such rights?” the Vice President
demanded. “My cabinet” replied the president as he left. An eerie and unusual
quiet was over the senate chamber. James Desmoulins was the first to speak,
“Mr. President! Does that make the President’s actions null and void to us? As
he is no longer a proper authority under the constitution.” The Vice President
leaned forward in his chair, “Senator, would you like to write a declaration of
some sorts? Laying out the President’s offenses and why he is not fit for it.”
Thomas pondered for a moment and said, “It will be an honor.”
Prayer
Rev. Paul Small from a local church showed up in DC and
prayed over the congress. He prayed they would make the right choices and they
would be protected from the temptations to come. Afterwards Rep. Thomas McClean
of Tennessee preformed an amazing worship service, and gave a sermon. Josh took
out a guitar; “citizens, I went to college to become a worship leader- but if I
may offer my services to the United States Congress at this time, I would be
honored.” Josh smiled and begun strumming on his guitar. The senators gathered
together and sung a song praising the God who held the entire revolution within
the palm of his hands.
James
drafted the document, declaring Arnold’s “reign” to be unconstitutional. Desmoulins
looked at the document and began reading it out loud We the Citizens of the United States have written this document in the
congress of citizens elected by the people of these United States. These United
States have a law above any ruler, this law is the Constitution. We created
this constitution as a safe guard against tyranny and tyrannical rulers. We
have a Bill of Rights in our Constitution I shall now write the entire thing in
here in case President Arnold forgot, the Bill of Rights reads; ‘Amendment I
Congress
shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the
free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or
the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government
for a redress of grievances.
A
well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the
right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.
No
Soldier shall, in time of peace be quartered in any house, without the consent
of the Owner, nor in time of war, but in a manner to be prescribed by law.
The
right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects,
against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no
Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or
affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the
persons or things to be seized.
No
person shall be held to answer for a capital, or otherwise infamous crime,
unless on a presentment or indictment of a Grand Jury, except in cases arising
in the land or naval forces, or in the Militia, when in actual service in time
of War or public danger; nor shall any person be subject for the same offence
to be twice put in jeopardy of life or limb; nor shall be compelled in any
criminal case to be a witness against himself, nor be deprived of life,
liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor shall private property be
taken for public use, without just compensation.
In
all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy and
public trial, by an impartial jury of the State and district wherein the crime
shall have been committed, which district shall have been previously
ascertained by law, and to be informed of the nature and cause of the
accusation; to be confronted with the witnesses against him; to have compulsory
process for obtaining witnesses in his favor, and to have the Assistance of
Counsel for his defense.
In
Suits at common law, where the value in controversy shall exceed twenty
dollars, the right of trial by jury shall be preserved, and no fact tried by a
jury, shall be otherwise re-examined in any Court of the United States, than
according to the rules of the common law.
Excessive
bail shall not be required, nor excessive fines imposed, nor cruel and unusual
punishments inflicted.
The
enumeration in the Constitution, of certain rights, shall not be construed to
deny or disparage others retained by the people.
The
powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited
by it to the States, are reserved to the States respectively, or to the people.
These
amendments are a safeguard against the tyrannical power that President Arnold
is using. Arnold has violated our freedom of speech, he has openly ignored the
wishes of the citizens, he has forcefully closed our ports as if he was at war
with the American citizens themselves. As Americans we will not settle for this
behavior. We are not thinking of ourselves but posterity. For their freedom
must be preserved, even at our expenses.
President Arnold hearing this news was fuming, how dare
anyone deny his power? Arnold fled to the state of New York where he knew he
had strong support. Arnold enlisted men of this state to help him in the
war. New York City was established as a capital for the loyalist party. The
patriots had to act, and fast. Senator Desmoulins
found a secure place, in New Hampshire, a town upon a high peak perfect for
protection! The army started preparing; Charity
Jacobsen stood watching I cannot believe
it has come to this, revolution I never thought I’d see the day! Excitement!
free from a dismal life of boredom! She didn’t want to be stuck doing
laundry and missing the action! But…wait, women aren’t allowed to join. Charity
had a plain; she put on some baggy jeans, and an old plaid shirt. She tucked
her hair into her hat. Perfect! She
walked up the mountain, and enlisted in the army. Brit Baber was there, and sure was ready to
fight! Rifle cocked, and ready to load. Brit didn’t want to miss the chance to
shoot some redcoats.
The battle raged on,
Patriots clashing with Loyalists. Americans clashing with Americans.
The rag tag group of Patriots was ready to surrender. Charity and Brit would have none of this surrender talk. The two of them, with a group of Patriots behind them stormed the British lines and the commander was shot; The Patriots won the day.
The rag tag group of Patriots was ready to surrender. Charity and Brit would have none of this surrender talk. The two of them, with a group of Patriots behind them stormed the British lines and the commander was shot; The Patriots won the day.
Meanwhile, Arnold was enforcing more and more
unconstitutional laws. Arnold was sitting at his desk looking at his agenda;
first ban churches from speaking
politics- for they might start speaking about me, second- take away all guns in
case the citizens decide to have a revolution, third- ban assembling in groups
unless the government approves of it.
Desmoulins stormed into President Arnold’s office, President
Arnold smirked at Desmoulins “what do you think of my plan?” he said
sneeringly. Desmoulins slammed his fist on his lap “President Arnold, the
people want their rights back. Do you mind me asking why you are doing this?”
President Arnold rolled his eyes and gave a sigh “I’m doing
this because the people are not fit to govern themselves; things work better
under monarchies anyway.”
James Desmoulins was indignant “so you do not mind stepping
on the rights of the people, as long as whatever works best prevails?”
President Arnold gave a smile “precisely.”
James Desmoulins gave
a disgusted face as he exited the room.
James Desmoulins was walking back to his office when he
heard his pageboy scream “Senator Desmoulins! The president has dismissed
congress until further noticed!”
James Desmoulins was now very fearful Just when I did not think it could get any worse than it is now,
President Arnold has accomplished the unbelievable. Muffling the people’s voice
totally now. President Arnold has silenced his checks and balances and
basically removed our constitution.
All Desmoulins could say to the pageboy was “thank you for
informing me, I must get to work!” Desmoulins said as he dashed into his
office, took out his laptop and began to write.
Senator James Desmoulins read the news about President
Arnold’s plan again to make sure all of his facts were correct. Desmoulins’
deepest fears and worries were confirmed by this newspaper. President Arnold
was a tyrant and had to be stopped, even if it meant the people themselves had
to assemble and create a new government based off of the government American
patriots created in the late 1700s. James wrote to delegates throughout the
country, influential politicians to convene in Washington; they were making a
Continental Congress. “Honorable Delegates and Delegate Nominees, I’m writing
this to any interested citizen. President Arnold is getting worse by the
minute. President Arnold is trying to silence churches from talking politics,
President Arnold is trying to prevent free assembly, and President Arnold is
trying to take away all guns from the people. Lastly, President Arnold has
dismissed congress. It appears President Arnold has never actually read the
Bill of Rights. I hesitate to admit this, but it is time for us American
citizens to assemble in congress and go up against President William Arnold and
his cronies. Elections for a makeshift congress shall be on May 20th.
Please submit your applications to our makeshift polls. We will be meeting in
Washington, DC. Sincerely,
James Desmoulins of Virginia”
Congress is Convening
The day congress convened the sun was shining bright, not a
cloud in the sky. The first order of business was to choose a president. Senator
Josiah Brick stood up “I nominate Senator James Desmoulins of Virginia!" James
looked around, “I accept” he said. James
Desmoulins was young, 20 years of age and elected to this congress. James had
no interest in politics, however he saw the people’s right being taken and
wanted to help stop it. Calah Rutledge took the floor “Mr. President, I propose
we draft a petition asking for peace with the Loyalists.” Jenaye Rhine was
listening, she liked this idea “Mr. President, lets pass this by unanimous
consent!” Jenaye proposed It was approved. A general for the growing
rag-tag Patriot militia was also needed. Jenaye White gave the floor to Chris
Millsap of North Carolina. Chris gave a long speech about our glorious American
heritage and our need to preserve freedom. “An honorable member of congress,
This country was created by good men. Men who escaped the tyranny of European
regimes to call America their home, they crafted out of the wilderness, large
cities and farms. We through our American exceptionalism created a new world.
Americans will always pride themselves on their liberty. When King George III
infringed on our rights we had a revolution, likewise we will be having one
when King Arnold I keeps infringing on our rights. In the name of liberty and
freedom we must stop Arnold. Not just for ourselves but for posterity. Do we
want to say ‘America used to be a land full of freedom’ instead of ‘America is
a land full of freedom?’ make up your choices now, for we want to preserve
America not just for ourselves but for millions of young citizens who are not
even born yet, but will be. These future Americans called posterity are
counting on us- let us not disappoint them.” The room was silenced, a few
members of congress started clapping and eventually the entire room clapped and
cheered Millsap. Millsap smiled humbly and sat back down. “Mr. Millsap” Desmoulins
caught Millsap’s attention “do you have any military experience?” Millsap smiled “I’m a West Point Graduate.”
Desmoulins looked impressed “will you do the honor of being
our commander of the revolutionary forces?”
Millsap smiled “I accept”
Desmoulins banged the gavel, “any objections or further
nominations?” Congress was silent. Congress than unanimously voted Chris
Millsap as the new general.
Meanwhile in the
White House, President Arnold was not amused in any way. “King” Arnold read the
petition with disgust, “These petty patriots…” he tossed the petition aside
into the
blazing fireplace. “Secretary of War, I want more troops sent to the states. We will not make these revolutionaries win, and we shall make them suffer for the revolution is in the way of progress. If America must be turned into a monarchy by force let it come! Down with the revolution!” President Arnold gazed into the blaze and smiled. The Secretary of War wrote out the orders nervously, and the deed was done.
Farmers As Soldiers and Citizens as Revolutionaries
The Patriot Army was in disarray, a rag-tag group of militia. The Patriots were waiting on one side of Watchung Mountains in Watchung, NJ. General Chris Millsap gave the order “Don’t fire until you see the whites of their eyes!” The Loyalists came up the other side and fired. Chris gave the order to fire back. Charity Jacobsen was in the front lines, firing away at the enemy soldiers. Brit Baber looked over and saw her; “Wow! For a girl she sure can fight!” Charity ran over to the enemy lines, and took a brown horse a man fell off of. She rode across back to the Patriot lines “Rally behind New Hampshire! Come on your South Carolinians! Massachusetts men, I see you under that tree get over here! We are going to storm the lines.” Brit, a Massachusetts man did just as he was told. “Rally behind New Hampshire!!!” shouted General Millsap. They were going to storm the Loyalist lines. All was still, the sound of horse hooves crunched against the soft leaves. “Fire!” Loyalists troops were disoriented, and retreated. The Patriots won.
blazing fireplace. “Secretary of War, I want more troops sent to the states. We will not make these revolutionaries win, and we shall make them suffer for the revolution is in the way of progress. If America must be turned into a monarchy by force let it come! Down with the revolution!” President Arnold gazed into the blaze and smiled. The Secretary of War wrote out the orders nervously, and the deed was done.
Farmers As Soldiers and Citizens as Revolutionaries
The Patriot Army was in disarray, a rag-tag group of militia. The Patriots were waiting on one side of Watchung Mountains in Watchung, NJ. General Chris Millsap gave the order “Don’t fire until you see the whites of their eyes!” The Loyalists came up the other side and fired. Chris gave the order to fire back. Charity Jacobsen was in the front lines, firing away at the enemy soldiers. Brit Baber looked over and saw her; “Wow! For a girl she sure can fight!” Charity ran over to the enemy lines, and took a brown horse a man fell off of. She rode across back to the Patriot lines “Rally behind New Hampshire! Come on your South Carolinians! Massachusetts men, I see you under that tree get over here! We are going to storm the lines.” Brit, a Massachusetts man did just as he was told. “Rally behind New Hampshire!!!” shouted General Millsap. They were going to storm the Loyalist lines. All was still, the sound of horse hooves crunched against the soft leaves. “Fire!” Loyalists troops were disoriented, and retreated. The Patriots won.
Needed News
The news of a victory brought a relief to Congress. The first victory for the Patriots. They fought other battles: Lexington, Kentucky; Concord, Massachusetts; Hartford, Connecticut; Jacksonville, Florida. Every one of these battles was lost, but this news of the Watchung Mountains victory brought hope to Congress. Senator James Desmoulins picked up the dispatch and read it to congress “after many defeats my army has achieved a victory. We are marching and ready to fight. Nothing shall keep this revolution down- Sincerely, General Millsap.” Senator Mariah Hanover took the floor “Mr. President, its time. We have been listening to King Arnold for too long. He has ignored us, even though we are the legislative branch. I’d say we sign a “Declaration of Independence” from him, as he would ignore even impeachment charges and there are many in these United States that are under his spell. This president has no love or desire to preserve and uphold our constitution, President Arnold has now crossed the line into becoming a tyrant and we must make our revolution against him more open”
The news of a victory brought a relief to Congress. The first victory for the Patriots. They fought other battles: Lexington, Kentucky; Concord, Massachusetts; Hartford, Connecticut; Jacksonville, Florida. Every one of these battles was lost, but this news of the Watchung Mountains victory brought hope to Congress. Senator James Desmoulins picked up the dispatch and read it to congress “after many defeats my army has achieved a victory. We are marching and ready to fight. Nothing shall keep this revolution down- Sincerely, General Millsap.” Senator Mariah Hanover took the floor “Mr. President, its time. We have been listening to King Arnold for too long. He has ignored us, even though we are the legislative branch. I’d say we sign a “Declaration of Independence” from him, as he would ignore even impeachment charges and there are many in these United States that are under his spell. This president has no love or desire to preserve and uphold our constitution, President Arnold has now crossed the line into becoming a tyrant and we must make our revolution against him more open”
“Do we have a second?” James Desmoulins asked. “I
second” said Senator Luke Keyy who was also president of the "Fearless Fighter"
an influential paper published in the states that rallied citizens to the
revolutionary cause.
“I also motion that our President James Desmoulins should be
in that committee!” said Senator Keyy.
“Let us have congress decide who should be in the
committee.” Desmoulins replied to Senator Keyy.
Congress appointed five congressmen to be on this committee:
James Desmoulins of Virginia, Jenaye Rhine of Kentucky, Luke Keyy of Tennessee,
Mariah Hanover of Pennsylvania, and Alexandra Cragg of Massachusetts. Luke Keyy
immediately took charge of this group, as they voted who the main writer should
be. “It must be Desmoulins; he is the one who gathered us all here. He should
be the main writer.” The group approved, Desmoulins the man who did not want a
big part in the revolution was part in charge of the writing. James Desmoulins was to be the writer of the
first draft, and report back in two weeks.
After two long weeks dragged on, Thomas introduced the declaration to the committee. Jenaye and Mariah approved. Luke Keyy suggested that the declaration must add room that the federal laws shouldn’t trump state laws. “I can’t” replied Congressman Desmoulins, “I believe the federal government must have the final say. States rights are good and wonderful, but we must have some form of unity or the United States may fall. Unity is especially needed in a revolution, or else President Arnold shall take advantage of our divided state and conquer us all.” The phrase was kept in, but as soon as it hit the congressional floor for voting… trouble came.
After two long weeks dragged on, Thomas introduced the declaration to the committee. Jenaye and Mariah approved. Luke Keyy suggested that the declaration must add room that the federal laws shouldn’t trump state laws. “I can’t” replied Congressman Desmoulins, “I believe the federal government must have the final say. States rights are good and wonderful, but we must have some form of unity or the United States may fall. Unity is especially needed in a revolution, or else President Arnold shall take advantage of our divided state and conquer us all.” The phrase was kept in, but as soon as it hit the congressional floor for voting… trouble came.
“Madam President, I’m afraid I can’t yield the floor. As
much as I respect my Honorable colleagues; I cannot vote for a document
that may infringe on our states rights” Calah Rutledge of South Carolina
stated. Rutledge looked over, senators
were twiddling their fingers. Rutledge glared across the room at the citizens,
and started speaking.
In the anteroom James Desmoulins listened, Luke Keyy gave him an “I told you so” face. “May my Honorable Colleague from South Carolina yield the floor please” said Jenaye. “I’m afraid I can’t, I’m filibustering.” “Yield for a question?” “alright.” Jenaye then proceeded to ask her questions on just about everything, it began to seem clear that 2/3rds of Congress approved of the filibuster and were helping Rutledge keep the floor. Rutledge yawned and stretched as she read from just about anything she could get her hands on. Speaking for 10 hours straight so far, she gave the floor to Jenaye Rhine continued for another 5 hours as Senator Rutledge sat down. Senator Desmoulins interrupted, “I choose to file for cloture.” Jenaye Rhine looked over at Desmoulins “you cannot cloture unless the right amount of senators approves.”
In the anteroom James Desmoulins listened, Luke Keyy gave him an “I told you so” face. “May my Honorable Colleague from South Carolina yield the floor please” said Jenaye. “I’m afraid I can’t, I’m filibustering.” “Yield for a question?” “alright.” Jenaye then proceeded to ask her questions on just about everything, it began to seem clear that 2/3rds of Congress approved of the filibuster and were helping Rutledge keep the floor. Rutledge yawned and stretched as she read from just about anything she could get her hands on. Speaking for 10 hours straight so far, she gave the floor to Jenaye Rhine continued for another 5 hours as Senator Rutledge sat down. Senator Desmoulins interrupted, “I choose to file for cloture.” Jenaye Rhine looked over at Desmoulins “you cannot cloture unless the right amount of senators approves.”
“Everybody in favor of cloture, raise your left hand.” Desmoulins
proposed, he along with four others were raising their hands. This was not enough
to effect cloture and the filibuster continued. All the minority party needed in this case was
7 votes for cloture to end the filibuster, but if the cloture passed and out of
rebellion the states’ rights senators walked out of the room, the vote would be
deadlocked, without a quorum. Five hours later, more senators were
getting tired of the filibuster and cloture was invoked. They got the seven
signatures of the Federalists: James Desmoulins, Richard Wheeler, Thomas
Matthews, Andrew Henrico, and his twin brother Michael Henrico, Julie
Nelson, and Elena Smith. The filibuster ended. True to Keyy's prediction,
the states’ rights senators walked off the floor. Stamping their feet, the states’
rights senators filed out one by one. No decent states rights senator shall
remain in the room “I refuse to let this go through.” exclaimed Jenaye Rhine. Senator
Desmoulins was hoping, at least a few of them would have stayed so the voting
wouldn’t be deadlocked. He knew the only way to have his declaration pass was
to have the federalists talk to the states rights senators. That night
Senator Desmoulins knocked on the door of the boarding house where both
Senators Rhine and Rutledge stayed. He found out what room each one was in and
decided to talk, Senator Rutledge was first, she couldn’t vote for a document
that wasn’t clear on states’ rights and suggested that he’d put in the phrase
“all laws that are opposed to the constitution, the states can nullify. This is
the only way we will actually vote for your document” Senator Pulaski said the
same, “you have to make sure we have some type of safeguard for the citizen’s
rights and liberties. Or else in the future another leader such as President
William Arnold shall take control. Senator Desmoulins finally decided… he must
add the phrase. Compromise is a must. “You both make very good points; it
appears I’m now persuaded. Even leaders with good intentions may unknowingly
violate and step on the rights of the citizens. I shall add this phrase to our
new constitution.” James Desmoulins smiled and shook the senator’s hands and
left to his own apartment to continue the paper.
Declaration
The next day in Congress, the declaration was passed
by unanimous consent. The president scanned the face of each and every senator;
a look of sadness on his countenance; “Each
of these senators knows what they are doing will put them on the king’s bad
side. Freedom isn’t free, there will be a price” James Desmoulins
thought. The declaration was ready to be signed, President James Desmoulins
signed first. Every senator one by one signed the declaration. Jenaye Rhine....
Glenn Reading... Mariah Hanover.... Samuel Todd...Luke Douglas...Calah
Rutledge... the Henrico brothers and so on. A serious and somber atmosphere
filled the room, it was done. Not a voice was heard, the marble walls of the
United States Senate chamber were dismal as they watched this dramatic
historical event unfold to be recorded by posterity. These patriots now each
had a price upon their heads put there by King Arnold III himself.
The summer of these Patriot victories
wasn’t going to last though; winter was awaiting to come and give a dismal and
cold damper to the revolutionary joy.
Snow fell on the large patriot encampment outside of
Louisville, Kentucky. Across the frozen Ohio River was the loyalist camp.
The patriots were poorly dressed, using rags on their feet for shoes. Congress
dispatched the war committee to this place. Walking around the camp Luke Keyy
felt an uncomfortable feeling; “All those words I penned in the Fearless
Fighter probably brought some of these men here, if only I can encourage them
somehow to stay in the fight through these hard times.” He sat down, and
started penning a small pamphlet full of stories about the continental army of
old, and how they went through the frosty winter of Valley Forge. The
pamphlet read, Members of the
Revolutionary Army. I know words alone could be futile and not comfort the
immense trouble you are feeling now. Fear not! The Continental Army also had a
winter like this, many of the soldiers disserted and left the cause of American
independence and decide to settle for a quite home life. That would be the easy
way out. Each of you is a very extraordinary man, not an ‘easy man’ your
struggles are not for yourselves but for the future. How would you feel when
your grandchildren ask “grandpa, what did you do during the American
Revolution?” Stay in the fight and keep strong. Sacrifices are the money that
pays for liberty. Liberty is not free. Luke Keyy published this on his blog
and emailed it to each member of the continental army- this pamphlet will
hopefully shift the current mood of the revolutionary movement. The Loyalists
on the other hand were scoring great victories. Also, the Loyalists were
sacking village after village.
Christmas Night the loyalists were camped across the river
from the patriots in Indiana. The Loyalists were celebrating by drinking
and partying till late in the night. This was the night the Patriots could
perform a surprise attack. “Tonight may be our last chance to win this war;
tonight we shall turn this whole thing around and put the victory within our
hands. We shall invade this loyalist held down in Indiana where the soldiers
are drinking and off guard. We shall capture the place and claim it for us.”
yelled Millsap as the soldiers stormed the small town. On wooden boats the entire patriot army rowed
across the icy river, frost biting at their toes it wasn’t a very pleasant
night. “Charge!” cried General Millsap; the troops captured the Loyalist
generals by surprise. Amanda Hall of Pennsylvania, camouflaged in camp gear and
a coon-skin hat took the loyalist flag and ran off. The loyalists retreated.
That night, the patriots proved they can win another victory. Throughout the
winter city after city fill to the patriots: San Francisco, Denver, Louisville,
Lexington, Cincinnati, Atlanta, and now it was getting down to the final
stretch.
The Sunrise of Revolution
Spring was in the air, the birds were coming out
chirping, flowers were sprouting. It was March 15; Chris Millsap looked
down at his map. “Charleston” Chris said to himself. That was where the
Loyalists were camping, on Charleston peninsula. The Patriots were north
of Charleston on the neck, the next move would be to move into the city itself
and take it. They knew the British would escape probably, unless France,
the European friend who Millsap begged for help somehow sent a fleet of troops
to block Charleston Harbor, if that was possible.
The call was sounded; Charity Jacobsen, Amanda Hall and the troops were ready. “Charge!” they piled into Charleston, shots sounded. “Fire!” cried the loyalist commander.
The call was sounded; Charity Jacobsen, Amanda Hall and the troops were ready. “Charge!” they piled into Charleston, shots sounded. “Fire!” cried the loyalist commander.
Shots flared
everywhere, the smoke was so thick one could barely see in front of them.
Millsap shielded his eyes from the sun to see flags; blue, white, red----
France! France, who always accused us of being the war hawks, came; to save us
from the king! Overjoyed, tears ran down each soldier's checks. The
Loyalist troops were being forced off Charleston peninsula, with no place to
run; General Millsap waving his sword in one direction, Charity and Brit
holding the New Hampshire brigade to the north. The Patriots were one million
strong, and united. One brigade on the Loyalist side though, wasn’t
united. King William was sitting at his desk; “Secretary! We must write to
the Finland Department of War, we need 10,000 Finland soldiers to help, now!”
The secretary dashed off without saying anything and got to work. Samuel
Taylor, a hessian mercenary was fed up with this. Samuel dashed across the
lines, and avoided being seen and spoke to the French general LaKlay. “General
LaKlay, I’m absolutely indignant at the way we are being treated. I snuck into
the headquarters of the Loyalists and took this map.” Samuel Taylor told General
LaKlay. LaKlay examined the map “Mon ami, this is exactly what we need. Thank
you good man for bringing this to me.” LaKlay exited his office to give Millsap
the plan. Millsap took the map out of LaKlay’s hands “this is exactly what we
need, we must act tomorrow.” Millsap and LaKlay then began writing their
strategy. Hearing this General Millsap ordered the charge. “Soldiers! We are Americans and we have
suffered under much. We have been silenced, and King Arnold I has refused to
listen to us and stopped us from having any kind of assembly. We did not let
that stop us, we fought anyway. This is the final battle perhaps- we must put
our all into this. We will not fear death, for freedom is not free. This is
what we must do to secure it. Our French friends are here to help also, let us
join together for victory. Charleston, South Carolina- this is revolution
coming to set you free!” the soldiers cheered, and marched down to Charleston.
The French soldiers were going by sea to block off the ports.
First
silence, than the fighting began. The troops were ready to take back America.
The patriots stormed into the city of Charleston, the loyalists were caught off
guard and attempted to retreat by boat. The French navy blocked off the entire
city. Without any real way of saving themselves, the Loyalists wove the white
flag.
It was a glorious day! The sun shone on that beautiful Friday, March 18 th. The Loyalists handed their swords and guns over to the Patriots. King William Arnold I, humiliated fled back to New York. In New York, William told the news “as long as I shall live, New York shall still be in my kingdom. The United States may be together again, but in New York I shall attempt to regain my power. King William was one time walking down the halls of his estate when he felt a terrible pain, William collapsed as the pain increased it was from his stomach. King William earlier ate all the food he could and now was suffering the price. Perhaps the food was a bit too old? perhaps the meat a little rotten? William closed his eyes and died an unpopular and unloved man. Two men found King William’s body the next day. “the tyrant is dead!” rang newspaper headlines the next day. Desmoulins picked up the newspaper “it appears William’s love of pleasure contributed to his death. “ The king was dead, the poor state of New York was now welcomed into the union-however, their economy was not on the road to recovery.
Down With the King
King William gone, the people were going to have a new election. General Millsap was elected president- the nation had to deal with a conflict though. In old days of the 20th century, these United States were a super power. They got involved in every conflict; however in 2008 there was a serious economic collapse. The United States never fully recovered from that collapse, but at this point in history they were starting to recover and things were looking so much better. The future was going to bright, but most American citizens were unsure of how the future was going to be. Americans are a strong people, and when we put our minds to it- amazing things will happen. A good country such as these United States of America cannot be kept down.
Rospierre
In France, a young girl came home from school “Mommy! look what I made!” this girl gleefully said. “Another day Julia, go out and play” her mom shoed her away. Young Julia Rospierre ran outside on that bright sunny day. Julia ran up to two girls Gene and Marie. “Gene! Marie! can you play with me?” asked Julia happily. Gene looked down on Julia and rolled her eyes; “Come along Marie, let’s go to my house.” Julia took her bowl and sat down- nobody wanted to play with her. Years later, Julia ran down to the mailbox to see if she was accepted to the universities she applied to- no letters back, nothing. Years later Julia found herself at one of the most pivotal conflicts of French history.
In France, a young girl came home from school “Mommy! look what I made!” this girl gleefully said. “Another day Julia, go out and play” her mom shoed her away. Young Julia Rospierre ran outside on that bright sunny day. Julia ran up to two girls Gene and Marie. “Gene! Marie! can you play with me?” asked Julia happily. Gene looked down on Julia and rolled her eyes; “Come along Marie, let’s go to my house.” Julia took her bowl and sat down- nobody wanted to play with her. Years later, Julia ran down to the mailbox to see if she was accepted to the universities she applied to- no letters back, nothing. Years later Julia found herself at one of the most pivotal conflicts of French history.
Revolution As the Answer
France was one of these United States' allies, and currently
they were in a very similar poor economic state. Marseillaise, France- a
girl of small stature 4’9, wearing a pin striped blazer and a tri-colored
cockade stood up on a create; "Citizens!" her voice boomed, green
eyes glaring "We as a people have been suffering under tyranny for too
long! It is time to fight back! France has been plunged into debt. Why? Because
we helped in the American’s revolution. The people begged our president not to,
because we were drowning in debt but our president would not listen. Citizens!
France is 20 trillion in debt and it is all the fault of President Louis! He
did not hear our pleas; he did not hear our screams." Starving
children huddled close to their parents who wore little but rags. These streets
which once bustled with life and energy were now dismal and depressed. France's
economy was in disaster, after helping the Americans in their revolution-
France's political leaders lived in a different world. The leaders of France
believed they could keep up the government spending, even as it hurt the
people. The French aristocracy lived in elaborate mansions, their yards
sprawled for acres, they owned horses and spent to their heart’s content. Julie
Rospierre long wavy brown hair flowed in the wind, her beautiful green eyes
were fixed on the citizens; "our government must learn to listen to us! We
will make them listen to us! Citizens, we must be heard. Citizens, we must
storm the symbol of government oppression- the Controle Bureaucratique."
The tall ominous buildings loomed down on the mob; the dark clouds in the
distance were very ominous. The crowd raised pitch forks and pointed to a large
structure. "Citizens!" Rospierre shouted; "for victory!" Rosspierre’s
piercing green eyes looked up towards the most imposing structure. The Controle
Bureaucratique prison stood behind Rospierre, this imposing structure was about
10 stories tall and was the width of an average home. This prison was a symbol
of government intimidation and centralization into the hands of an elite
aristocracy. Rospierre looked towards the underfed, wearing rags masses of
about 3 million people; “Citizens! tonight we charge!” Rospierre’s strong voice
carried over the masses; the masses jeered and followed her lead. Rospierre was
leading the crowd as they rushed into the prison- with everything they could;
the mob was prying down the downs chipping away the bricks. The
French Revolution had begun! Rospierre leaped on to a rock and her
hair blew messily in the wind, and she gazed towards the prison. The scent of
gunpowder and smoke created a dark haze amongst this whole environment of chaos
and revolution.
Peasant’s Cries
President Louis looked out his large window
onto his sprawling and large estate; Louis was one of the most powerful
presidents in the world- however his money management skills were nonexistent.
Louis just knew how to spend, but not how to save. As a result France was in a
tremendous debt crises. “DeTaier” Louis summoned his secretary of state “how
stands the citizens of France today?” DeTaier rushed into the president’s
office “President Louis, the citizens have broken out into revolution as of
today- July 14th.” Louis looked confused “the Controle Bearucreatic
Prison- fell today, a group of rebels tore it apart stone by stone. The leader
of this rabble is a young activist by the name of Julia Rospierre.”
America’s Response
Word of the revolution immediately
shook the fragile United States. President Millsap looked at the television
with worry clouding his eyes; “France helped in our revolution, is it our duty
to help them? Such an issue requires prayer and waiting for the right time.” James
Desmoulins gave an uncomfortable expression on his face; “just because France
helped in our revolution does not mean we are obligated to help them. Rospierre
seems to be telling the truth about the conflict and poverty in France but we
just came out of our own revolution.” France’s revolution was going to impact these
United States in one way or another.
President Louis
“Down with President Louis!” an angry
French mob lingered outside the president’s mansion. President Louis looked at the mob confused; “DeTaier,
why are they so upset? After all we helped America in their revolution. America
is our ally; we should not feel the need to abandon our allies. The French
economy was not in that serious condition. Why must we be suffering this?” DeTaier
looked uncomfortably around; “Sire, we had to downplay the pain of the peasants-
all for the good of your presidency and so you would be a hero to the world,
and France would be back in its state of being in line to becoming a superpower.”
Louis looked DeTaier “you did what?” DeTaier backed down; “I’m sorry Louis…”
The mob grew angrier “give us bread!” they chanted. “Citizens! Louis and his
officials refused to listen to us! Now we must show them how we feel!” Rospierre
gave the order to storm the president’s house, millions of French citizens
stormed into the house smashing everything in sight; “Wait!” DeTaier screamed
as the mob captured him and President Louis. “Long live the revolution!” Rospierre
cheered as she smiled looking at the chaos below.
President Louis and Secretary DeTaier
were taken to the Echafold Prison in Paris. Meanwhile Rospierre and other
revolutionary leaders created a national assembly. “What shall be done with the
king?” one member asked “Execute him and DeTaier also.” replied Rospierre “they
deceived the people; they shall see how the people respond.” Louis and DeTaier
were both rushed into the National Assembly “Please! I pled my innocence!”
Louis desperately said. “Innocence?” Rospierre laughed “you should be held
responsible for your own actions! Rulers should always be held in fear of the
people not the other way around!” Louis shivered as the assembly voted on his
fate- death won by almost an unanimous vote. DeTaier was next; DeTaier
struggled to stay behind as the security guard pulled him on stage “Mercy!” DeTaier
screamed as he fell in front of Rospierre’s feet “there is nothing I hate more
than an official that deceives the populace for the sake of his own power-
death!” Rospierre exclaimed. DeTaier shivered as the entire assembly voted to
kill him. The following day Louis and DeTaier were taken to the guillotine.
Desmoulins Folly
In America President Millsap and James Desmoulins
looked on the events in France with a mixed feeling of apprehension and joy.
“It is good they got rid of the corrupt officials” said Millsap “but who is to
say this revolution will stay as Rospierre calls it ‘virtuous’?” Desmoulins grimaced “if Rospierre does not
suffer a mental breakdown, it happens to many who take absolute power the way Rospierre
just did.” The news headline popped up “Committee on Public Safety formed in
France- to combat counterrevolutionaries.”
Millsap frowned “this does not look like the key for a free society.”
Rospierre Plays Theology
Rospierre looked nervously behind her,
every move somebody made- every breath could be used against her. Everybody was
against the republic, or so she thought. Rospierre came a long way from that
idealistic revolutionary leader, the revolution has been lasting for four years
and now France was ruled by the Committee on Public Safety with Rospierre as
the head. Rospierre was pondering religion while sitting at her desk I know there is a God, I know he created the
world- does he actually intervene in our affairs though? Rospierre thought
back to when she was young, nobody liked her- nobody wanted to hang out with
her. She translated this to mean that nobody actually cared. Rospierre was struggling
with this concept ever since she was young and her father abandoned her family,
her mother died and she was left to the streets of Paris where she witnessed
tremendous poverty There is a God, but he
does not intervene in our affairs with all the bad things that happened in my
life it must be true! Does God care about us? I doubt it. Does Christ want
anything to do in our affairs? Probably not. Rospierre decided reason is the key! reason is the only thing
I can trust. I cannot trust my emotions; I cannot rely on my emotions. Emotions
are out to deceive and corrupt us. Emotions get in the way and try to distract
us. We don’t need them, and they don’t need us. Reason! Yes! Why the Supreme
Being would be proud. At this moment Rospierre decided it was not about
whether a supreme being cared or intervened, but the revolution was about her
own progress- the citizens must be virtuous. In order to have virtuous citizens
this is what Rospierre did believe. The biggest problem facing her country was
this- counterrevolutionaries were hiding in every single aspect of the
government, they were undercover and secretive but their main motive was to
destroy the republic. Rospierre frowned They
should be guillotined, after all thought Rospierre They are traitors. We can perfect the republic by getting rid of all,
everybody who is opposed to it. There must be no person remaining in the
republic who does not want a republic. Ruling by terror is a very effective
measure to use. This terror should not last for too very long, but it is needed
and necessary for the republic to survive. A virtuous republic is what we need.
The republic cannot survive without virtue. Virtue must be achieved, even under
the blood of many. Hundreds of French citizens were sent to the guillotine.
The United States- without getting the full story due to media corruption looked
upon this situation in horror.
Desmoulins’ Disaster
“France’s philosophy of the human race
being perfectible must be stopped!” exclaimed Desmoulins. Desmoulins had a
thought “I have an idea, lets create an act so”
Desmoulins was sitting at his desk, brown hair was hanging down by his
eyes- his alert hazel eyes looked around the room. “Alien and Sedition Act” Desmoulins
continued writing; “All Citizens suspected or proved of supporting the French
Revolution shall be imprisoned until further notice. No newspapers shall be allowed
to publish pro-France propeganda!” Well, not the best- but we must combat the
French fanaticism!
Desmoulins hesitated, than gave it to President Millsap to
sign. Millsap looked at the act; “I
suppose drastic times need some drastic measures.” Millsap signed the law.
“Citizens!” a man stood on the street
“will we settle for our beliefs being scrutinized?”
“No!” echoed the crowd.
The man who was speaking took a copy of the law and burned it with his
torch. Angry citizens had rocks in their hands as the mob moved into
Washington. “Down with Desmoulins! Down with the act!” citizens chanted, rocks
were thrown at the office.
Desmoulins watched in horror “It appears in my trying to
create the best for American safety I created a conflict worse than I wanted,
President Millsap- we must repeal the act.” Millsap looked to the window “it
appears we made the mistake Rospierre made- in our want for safety we infringed
on liberty.” President Millsap walked to the table and crossed the bill out
with a red “repeal” message. Desmoulins and Millsap walked to the White House
balcony;
“Citizens!” Millsap spoke “the law is repealed.” The crowd
was hushed into silence, Desmoulins knew he had to speak; taking the microphone
tears filled Desmoulins’s eyes “I’m sorry. I made a mistake; I promise I shall
never again act during the heat of the moment. I’m a human just as well all
are. I have sin in me, my sins are forgiven by Christ Jesus our Lord and
Savior- but by no means does this mean I’m perfect. I’m forgiven. I have
stumbled, this was a wrong way for me to react and I would like to ask that you
please forgive me for the wrong I have committed against the citizens of this
wonderful country.” The silence was erry
but somebody broke the silence with a shout of glee. Eventually the whole crowd
was cheering.
Thermidor
Rospierre was sitting at her desk; her
long brown hair straggled over her shoulders. “Treason!” shouted a member of
the assembly pointed towards Rospierre “Rospierre under her own paranoia has
accused and sentenced thousands of innocent French citizens to the guillotine!”
shouted another member. Rospierre arose “It is not me who sent thousands to the
guillotine! but justice, they were plotting against the republic. I knew they
were! They were out to get us! I will not stay here and remain quite as
thousands of French citizens are trying to destroy our French republic from the
very inside of it. I have here a list of thousands more than I know are
plotting against the republic! Don’t you hear? the media is hiding what is
truly happening!” A man stood up “Nobody is out to get the Republic but you
Rospierre!” Rospierre crumbled into her chair. “Me? I fought to form this
republic! I’m the one who ordered us to take up arms. I’m not a traitor! I’m
the one pointing the traitors out!” Rospierre screamed until she was out of
breathe and felt faint. A tall French
soldier grabbed Rospierre, she struggled against his grip, as Rospierre was
grabbing the gun it misfired and Rospierre was shot in the jaw. Her whole world
spun for a second, grabbing her jaw Rospierre collapsed to the ground barely
breathing. “Grab the tyrant!” yelled a member of the assembly grabbing
Rospierre by her arm and pulled Rospierre all the way to the prison. She was taken
into the prison where so many others she falsely accused were left. It was
there in that dank prison cell Rospierre reflected- when she died; if she did
not repent soon she will go somewhere horrific. Rospierre was convicted by the thought;
it hit her in that cell that she was a sinner. Because of her own paranoia
hundreds of citizens were sent to their deaths, tears streamed down her eyes-
what started as idealistic intentions ended horribly. Are you there? I know you are, I’m a sinner and I must pay the price
but I acknowledge I need you for forgiveness however I must pay the penalty
physically for what I did. After all I
did send thousands of French citizens to the guillotine. They were guilty! they
honestly and sincerely were guilty! I
don’t understand, Were there? yes of course, without a single doubt about it
they were guilty! Why don’t others see? After all each of them made the crime
against not being virtuous enough. Virtue ensures the survival of the republic.
Wait- everybody was a sinner; this means man is not good inside? Does this mean
I’m a sinner also? But my sins are just as great as their sins. Is it true that
Christ did pay the penalty? What have I done? Oh, please save me! I accept you!
forgive me Christ! please forgive me! Rospierre cried the entire night, but
then felt a peace and calm about her. Two men entered the cell and grabbed
Rospierre. Rospierre was dragged to
the guillotine. She limped up the wooden steps and held her jaw in agony. The
crowd cheered, Rospierre died, and now France was without any leaders.
Turnover
As
the years passed, this founding generation as they began to be known as secured
our freedom. Millsap became president, they secured a constitution. The
Constitution was very similar to the original Constitution. Parts of it were
exactly the same, but more safe guards were added. Also, due to the loss of
population during the revolution- the age for becoming a senator was lowered to
20. The constitution even further made freedom and liberty impossible to ban. The
union was at peace. Eventually however, they started aging and passing on. As
John F. Kennedy once said “the torch is being passed to a new generation of
Americans.” This new generation was the “Great Compromise Generation”
while a few of the aging founders were still in politics, this “Great
Compromise” generation including the great triumvirate; Caroline Camhouille (SC), Ryan Murray (NH and MA), and Danielle
Jack (KY), and also brave general Andrew Dickinson, and Angela Grace appeared
on the scene.
BOOK 2: COMPROMISES AND PASSIONS.
Desmoulins Reflections
President Desmoulins was now middle age. At 30 years old Desmoulins learned much from his experiences through the five year long American Revolution, and the two years of negotiations with France. Desmoulins looked out the window with pride and at the American people. Desmoulins, a quite introvert had made so much change in this history already. There was a problem though- These United States were split, and new radical factions were taking control. Fractions were powerful, but were not the only thing that defined these United States. A love of freedom made all Americans distinct. They may argue and quarrel with each other, but at the end of the day Americans will find agreement even in what seems like the darkest and most oppressive times in American history. They were not so far gone however, compromise was still an option.
President Desmoulins was now middle age. At 30 years old Desmoulins learned much from his experiences through the five year long American Revolution, and the two years of negotiations with France. Desmoulins looked out the window with pride and at the American people. Desmoulins, a quite introvert had made so much change in this history already. There was a problem though- These United States were split, and new radical factions were taking control. Fractions were powerful, but were not the only thing that defined these United States. A love of freedom made all Americans distinct. They may argue and quarrel with each other, but at the end of the day Americans will find agreement even in what seems like the darkest and most oppressive times in American history. They were not so far gone however, compromise was still an option.
The Triumvirate
Caroline Camhouille, a young 25 year old congresswoman
from South Carolina won election to Congress in a landslide. Camhouille
was pronounced cam-heal. Nobody knew why, or the original story behind the name
except for the fact it most certainly was not pronounced the way it was spelt! Camhouille had blond hair, fair skin, eyes
were an intense sea green that stood out from the rest of her pale features,
and could command attention Camhouille’s frame was slight and slender. She was
a leader, an idealist and had a voice so powerful yet beautiful the walls of
the Bastille would fall just upon hearing it. She was incorruptible it seemed,
never could be accused of corruption. She was a strong leader, and a thinker-
emotions were not to persuade her of anything, although what she felt was deep
and her passions strong. She was the nullification movement personified at
times it would seem as their fearless leader pressed on to the bright future. Camhouille’s
heart was for the citizens and their rights and she would give just about
anything to save their freedom. Camhouille was liberty and progress
personified. Religiously she was a believer since childhood; politically she
was the voice of the future and the nullifiers that were to follow. Rep.
Danielle J’lay of Kentucky was Speaker of the House. Danielle had wavy chestnut
brown hair and a pair of laughing brown eyes to go along with it. Like Camhouille,
J’lay had a very small hour glass figure as well. J’lay had a warm smile that
would light up an entire room; she was a very warm person. J’lay was also an
organizer, an intelligent and charismatic politician. J’lay was passionate, and
an instigator. She was the champion of the union. Danielle J’lay’s compassion
reached to all mankind, her smile alone would charm the most hardened citizen.
Danielle was a believer spiritually like most Americans at this time- although
her faith was more emotional while Camhouille’s was more of a rational
persuasion. But the important p art was they depended on Christ alone for
salvation. Danielle was the moderate, the even minded politician. She did not
let prejudices sway her anywhere; she was going to see the good in all and the
bad in all. Danielle was the moderate voice of caution and reason, a voice
every citizen could depend on in times of trouble.
England and France
During this time, England and France were fighting.
France's revolution ended in disaster- Rospierre was dead, and a young general
named Napoleone Buonaparte took over and was attempting to conquer Europe. The
demise of Rospierre, made France plunge into a turmoil state with no leaders,
until Napoleone stepped up and became emperor of France. The people of France
flocked to a charismatic young general by the name of Buonaparte turned France
from a republic into an empire, and Buonaparte’s goal was to conquer and take
over Europe. A joint congressional committee discovered that England was
kidnapping our troops and making them fight against France. Congress sent a
petition asking them to stop, but England didn't stop. Enraged Danielle took
the floor; "Congressmen! now is the time to fight! We must show England
that we are a sovereign nation, and do not want them to continue kidnapping our
men and forcing them to serve in England’s fight against France. Does anybody
else want a declaration of war?" Caroline seconded, and was made
"Minority Leader". These Congressional Leaders decided war must
be declared against England. The war was mostly fought on the sea, until
England invaded. The moon was shinning bright that night, as a
group one million strong of English approached our shores. They landed in New
York City, and torched it to the ground. Flames raged against skyscrapers,
people evacuated by the thousands. Sadly, many Americans did not escape in time
and were held captive on the infamous British prison ships. The British went to
the firehouses and slashed the hoses so it would be impossible to put the fires
out. The flames raged into the night, “fire!” screamed the men of the city
running through the streets. A young woman hastily gathered all the belongings
she had and ran out of her house and evaded capture by the British. The British
marched to New Jersey and progressed to the small villages and farms. The
congressional foreign relations committee consisting of Ryan Murray, Luke
Douglas, Rebecca Camhouille and Danielle J’lay investigated the damage. Before
the committee knew it, British soldiers came marching through the swamp. The
Americans took shelter in an abandoned building. The building used to be a
tuberculosis sanitarium, now it stood buried partially in the swamplands of New
Jersey. Danielle pointed to the south; the American army was coming to
combat the British. Against the black smoke stood a promising site... our
flag! The committee then discovered the president's young daughter, Grace had
stowed away with them. "Our flag!" she exclaimed, Senator Murray put
her on his shoulders. "Yes, it’s still there!" he said with pride.
Little Grace managed to slip into the back of the car, and hide well between
the suit cases. Grace was five years old at the time, and very small her long
Rapunzel-like blond hair and huge blue eyes were her most prominent feature.
Senator Camhouille coughed, the humid air combined with the thick smoke made it
impossible for anybody to be able to breathe. Ryan looked to the north and
brushed a strand of his shaggy dirty blond hair out of the way, he peered out
from his hazel eyes and pointed; "The white flag!" The British
surrendered. Peace was eventually settled, but the news didn’t reach one
general on time…. Anthony Dickinson.
Dickinson
Dickinson
Anthony Dickinson was a lanky young man, bright red hair,
piercing blue eyes, a fiery temper, as well as a scar on his face from being
one of those Kentucky Patriots standing against “The King.” He was not to be
messed with. Andrew was keeping the British off the coast of Mississippi, and
eventually made them retreat all the way back down the Mississippi River. When
the public heard of this post-war victory, they immediately feel in love
with Andrew. Andrew’s temper had been a part of him since childhood, a strong
sense of justice to rival Julia Rospierre’s. “No!” Dickinson recalls yelling as
a young boy to bullies who picked on him, the bullies never bugged him again
after Dickinson gave them a good punch in the side.
Andrew was the new heartthrob, but Caroline Camhouille knew
something was wrong. Andrew was handsome in the rugged way, and knew how to
sway voters. A run for president perhaps awaited him in the future.
Andrew did not run in the next election however, that was Jenaye Rhine. Jenaye Rhine of Kentucky won the primary, she was an experienced stateswoman. Although she was in office for a long time, she never lost her youthful looks. Jenaye had long wavy dark brown hair, and beautiful grey eyes. She had a small frame, and was about 5' in height. Nonetheless, she was a brilliant and well-liked senator. Jenaye won in a landslide. Jenaye appointed powerful politicians as her cabinet; Quincy Desmoulins as Secretary of State, Ryan Murray as Secretary of the Treasury, and Senator Camhouille as Secretary of War. Camhouille knew nothing about the military, but Jenaye choose her for another reason---compromise. Under Camhouille as Secretary many wars were avoided due to her compromising skills. Jenaye's presidency was referred to as the; "Era of Grand Feelings." It was a peaceful and prosperous era in history. Business and commerce flourished. Jenaye was well-liked by Americans and ended her presidency by retiring to Kentucky. Secretary Camhouille felt this was perfect time for a run--- so did most American politicians.
The next election comprised of; Danielle J’lay, Ryan Murray, Caroline Camhouille, Rebecca Barnett, Jennifer Crawford, Quincy Desmoulins, and Andrew Dickinson. J’lay of Kentucky was a powerful choice; however her campaign ran out of finances she still stayed in. Murray of Massachusetts pulled out early after a loss in the early Alabama primary and his support in the Southern states was slim. Camhouille of South Carolina was in a solid second place, she put most of her money in the Pennsylvania primary--the deciding primary of the time. Barnett also of South Carolina was endorsed by the legislator. Barnett was torn as she was a good friend of J’lay and Camhouille. Another set back was Barnett's health, although only 32 Rebecca Barnett had a heart problem and may not live to see the election. Barnett pulled out and tossed her supporters to Camhouille. Crawford of New York was a dirty campaigner, she knew what she wanted and she was going to get it. Jennifer Crawford was strong and looked more presidential then any of the frail looking women on the debate stage. She had long blond hair and blue eyes, Crawford was also older than most of the female candidates, born in 1984 while the others were mostly all born in the 1990s. Crawford grew up in the slums of New York, she lived in a ran down apartment with her two siblings and her parents who were usually absent. Usually Crawford was left to fend for herself in the streets, and she was good at it. Crawford knew how to protect those she loved, many times a robber attempted to break into the family’s flat and Crawford did not hesitate to give that individual a slap in the face. Crawford, for all of her faults was beautiful and stood up for what she believed in. The rough and tumble of Crawford came from her childhood growing up in the slums of New York City. Quincy Desmoulins was a son of the famed James Desmoulins, Quincy was quite and had "cold" manners, yet he was brilliant and had good morals. Quincy grew up under the shadow of his father; James Desmoulins took Quincy to Europe to learn about culture and the refined matters. Young Quincy loved to read, and would try to learn everything he got his hands on. Andrew Dickinson was the hero of Mississippi, a 21st century American hero--- or so he portrayed. Andrew Dickinson grew up in Kentucky. When the Loyalist troops marched through they shot and killed his father, and his mother fell ill with cancer. Andrew was taken into a dank prison as a prisoner of war to the loyalists. Andrew and his brother Stephan were kept here. A loyalist officer stormed angrily into the prison one day and for uncertain reasons tried to make Andrew Dickinson shine his boot up. Andrew looked at the soldier and said; “No!” with a firm and resolute voice “I shall never listen to a soldier of the tyrant King Arnold I!” with these words the loyalist soldier took out his sword and gave Andrew a swipe. Andrew kept this scar across his face for the rest of his life.
Now with only J’lay, Camhouille, Dickinson, Desmoulins and Crawford in the race the Pennsylvania primary took place. Camhouille’s Pennsylvania campaign manager changed his support to Dickinson, causing Camhouille to take second place. Camhouille dropped out of the presidential race and joined the Vice Presidential pickings instead.
Andrew did not run in the next election however, that was Jenaye Rhine. Jenaye Rhine of Kentucky won the primary, she was an experienced stateswoman. Although she was in office for a long time, she never lost her youthful looks. Jenaye had long wavy dark brown hair, and beautiful grey eyes. She had a small frame, and was about 5' in height. Nonetheless, she was a brilliant and well-liked senator. Jenaye won in a landslide. Jenaye appointed powerful politicians as her cabinet; Quincy Desmoulins as Secretary of State, Ryan Murray as Secretary of the Treasury, and Senator Camhouille as Secretary of War. Camhouille knew nothing about the military, but Jenaye choose her for another reason---compromise. Under Camhouille as Secretary many wars were avoided due to her compromising skills. Jenaye's presidency was referred to as the; "Era of Grand Feelings." It was a peaceful and prosperous era in history. Business and commerce flourished. Jenaye was well-liked by Americans and ended her presidency by retiring to Kentucky. Secretary Camhouille felt this was perfect time for a run--- so did most American politicians.
The next election comprised of; Danielle J’lay, Ryan Murray, Caroline Camhouille, Rebecca Barnett, Jennifer Crawford, Quincy Desmoulins, and Andrew Dickinson. J’lay of Kentucky was a powerful choice; however her campaign ran out of finances she still stayed in. Murray of Massachusetts pulled out early after a loss in the early Alabama primary and his support in the Southern states was slim. Camhouille of South Carolina was in a solid second place, she put most of her money in the Pennsylvania primary--the deciding primary of the time. Barnett also of South Carolina was endorsed by the legislator. Barnett was torn as she was a good friend of J’lay and Camhouille. Another set back was Barnett's health, although only 32 Rebecca Barnett had a heart problem and may not live to see the election. Barnett pulled out and tossed her supporters to Camhouille. Crawford of New York was a dirty campaigner, she knew what she wanted and she was going to get it. Jennifer Crawford was strong and looked more presidential then any of the frail looking women on the debate stage. She had long blond hair and blue eyes, Crawford was also older than most of the female candidates, born in 1984 while the others were mostly all born in the 1990s. Crawford grew up in the slums of New York, she lived in a ran down apartment with her two siblings and her parents who were usually absent. Usually Crawford was left to fend for herself in the streets, and she was good at it. Crawford knew how to protect those she loved, many times a robber attempted to break into the family’s flat and Crawford did not hesitate to give that individual a slap in the face. Crawford, for all of her faults was beautiful and stood up for what she believed in. The rough and tumble of Crawford came from her childhood growing up in the slums of New York City. Quincy Desmoulins was a son of the famed James Desmoulins, Quincy was quite and had "cold" manners, yet he was brilliant and had good morals. Quincy grew up under the shadow of his father; James Desmoulins took Quincy to Europe to learn about culture and the refined matters. Young Quincy loved to read, and would try to learn everything he got his hands on. Andrew Dickinson was the hero of Mississippi, a 21st century American hero--- or so he portrayed. Andrew Dickinson grew up in Kentucky. When the Loyalist troops marched through they shot and killed his father, and his mother fell ill with cancer. Andrew was taken into a dank prison as a prisoner of war to the loyalists. Andrew and his brother Stephan were kept here. A loyalist officer stormed angrily into the prison one day and for uncertain reasons tried to make Andrew Dickinson shine his boot up. Andrew looked at the soldier and said; “No!” with a firm and resolute voice “I shall never listen to a soldier of the tyrant King Arnold I!” with these words the loyalist soldier took out his sword and gave Andrew a swipe. Andrew kept this scar across his face for the rest of his life.
Now with only J’lay, Camhouille, Dickinson, Desmoulins and Crawford in the race the Pennsylvania primary took place. Camhouille’s Pennsylvania campaign manager changed his support to Dickinson, causing Camhouille to take second place. Camhouille dropped out of the presidential race and joined the Vice Presidential pickings instead.
Election Chaos
The main candidates in the polls as Election Day approached were; Andrew Dickinson and Quincy Desmoulins. Jennifer Crawford tragically had a stroke on the campaign trail in Maine, yet she remained in the race in a solid third place. In forth was Danielle J’lay, but J’lay as Speaker of the House held a powerful position if the race was thrown into the House.
Desmoulins turned to the citizen and explained “In the US Constitution it states that if no presidential candidate gets a two-thirds majority of the votes in the electoral college the race will be thrown into the House of Representatives to choose the president and the Senate to choose the vice-president.”
The main candidates in the polls as Election Day approached were; Andrew Dickinson and Quincy Desmoulins. Jennifer Crawford tragically had a stroke on the campaign trail in Maine, yet she remained in the race in a solid third place. In forth was Danielle J’lay, but J’lay as Speaker of the House held a powerful position if the race was thrown into the House.
Desmoulins turned to the citizen and explained “In the US Constitution it states that if no presidential candidate gets a two-thirds majority of the votes in the electoral college the race will be thrown into the House of Representatives to choose the president and the Senate to choose the vice-president.”
Election Day was chilly yet sunny. The Americans cast their votes in hopes for a hero. Andrew won the popular vote by a large margin, but the electoral vote was what counted.
General Andrew Dickinson- 41%
Ambassador Quincy Desmoulins- 30%
Congresswoman Jennifer Crawford- 15%
Speaker Danielle J’lay- 12%
Danielle's palms sweated as the newscaster explained how only the top three candidates will go to the House of Representatives to be chosen.
Danielle J’lay's campaign was over; tears flooded her gentle brown eyes. This was no time for tears though, work was to be done. Andrew Dickinson must not win!
Danielle J’lay took to her chair in the House. The news had reached her--- the US Senate just voted. Secretary of War Caroline Camhouille was now Vice President Caroline Camhouille! Camhouille won the Senate with a landslide, taking nearly every state. Speaker Danielle J’lay saw that Andrew had more votes, but she knew Andrew would abuse the power.
Danielle left her seat and paced the House floor, without her knowledge a Congresswoman approached her desk and switched Dickinson and Desmoulins's votes. This congresswoman was a strong Dickinson supporter, but she hated J’lay and wanted a scandal. When J’lay returned she finalized the vote without seeing the rigging. President Quincy Desmoulins was to be our next president. The people erupted into an outcry; "corrupt bargain!" was screamed in the streets. Danielle was under so much stress she forgot whether there even was a rigging, did she actually rig it? Quincy Desmoulins had an apple shape to his body and a round jowly face; Small blue eyes, and a receding hairline as well. He was a man of good morals. "I hesitate to take my seat, as I feel I was rigged in..." Quincy confided to a friend. He sighed; "It's my duty however." Quincy appointed J’lay as Secretary of State, a move that haunted him more. "It's a corrupt bargain! For J’lay to be Secretary of State!" the headlines screamed that entire time”It's a bargain for sure!" implied Vice President-elect Camhouille to the press. Camhouille believed it, Dickinson believed it, and the American people believed it, J’lay was starting to believe it to. What if she had done it? changed the votes?
The People’s Will?
Inauguration Day was grey and stormy, however the swearing in was still held on the front steps. Quincy followed by Camhouille took the oath to; "protect and defend the Constitution of the United States."
Quincy Desmoulins’s
Presidency was relatively quiet, but the next election cycle was the most
vicious ever.
April Rose
Andrew
Dickinson was back, and not happy. Disgusting, and appalling attacks were
made. Dickinson's wife April Rose Dickinson was a target of these attacks.
April remembers it all. “April my love…” Charles Grant would stroke her chin. “Get away from me!” April would scream “April, you want me.” April was forced into a marriage with Charles Grant. In came Andrew Dickinson. Andrew was brave, he was tall and dashing. “Andrew, take me away from Charles!” April wanted to scream. Charles would beat April every night, and she wanted out. Andrew approached April one day; “April, divorce him. He does not deserve you.” April looked at Andrew “but I can’t, or I will have the whole community hate me.” April however signed the papers. Grant then sued Dickinson for adultery but the charges were largely forgotten---until now. April Rose had long black hair and soft brown eyes; she was a bit on the heavier side and had a beautiful smile. April was shielded from these attacks due to her delicate heart. Dickinson's campaign was crushing Desmoulins's, while Desmoulins's called Dickinson; "adulterer and murdered", Dickinson called Desmoulins; "a snob who is not with the people!" Dickinson won by a landslide because of his charisma, and charm. However, one night April Rose could not sleep. Shortly after the election April Rose was wondering the long, dark hallways and picked up a newspaper. April picked up the news paper. The frontlines on many newpapers read “Andrew Dickinson: Married April Rose while April was still married.” April clutched her chest and felt a sharp pain. She descended to the ground and felt more pain then she could imagine. Dickinson heard the commotion and ran to April “April! speak to me! live!!” Dickinson frantically held her wrist and did not feel any pulse. He then broke down in tears. "April Rose! come back to me!!" he screamed. The next day April Rose was buried in the purple satin gown she was to wear on his inauguration. After the coffin was lowered to the dirt Andrew looked up at the dark grey sky; "I will forgive those who slandered me, but those who slandered April Rose shall die!" Andrew then swore vengeance on whoever was against him or whoever slandered April Rose.
April remembers it all. “April my love…” Charles Grant would stroke her chin. “Get away from me!” April would scream “April, you want me.” April was forced into a marriage with Charles Grant. In came Andrew Dickinson. Andrew was brave, he was tall and dashing. “Andrew, take me away from Charles!” April wanted to scream. Charles would beat April every night, and she wanted out. Andrew approached April one day; “April, divorce him. He does not deserve you.” April looked at Andrew “but I can’t, or I will have the whole community hate me.” April however signed the papers. Grant then sued Dickinson for adultery but the charges were largely forgotten---until now. April Rose had long black hair and soft brown eyes; she was a bit on the heavier side and had a beautiful smile. April was shielded from these attacks due to her delicate heart. Dickinson's campaign was crushing Desmoulins's, while Desmoulins's called Dickinson; "adulterer and murdered", Dickinson called Desmoulins; "a snob who is not with the people!" Dickinson won by a landslide because of his charisma, and charm. However, one night April Rose could not sleep. Shortly after the election April Rose was wondering the long, dark hallways and picked up a newspaper. April picked up the news paper. The frontlines on many newpapers read “Andrew Dickinson: Married April Rose while April was still married.” April clutched her chest and felt a sharp pain. She descended to the ground and felt more pain then she could imagine. Dickinson heard the commotion and ran to April “April! speak to me! live!!” Dickinson frantically held her wrist and did not feel any pulse. He then broke down in tears. "April Rose! come back to me!!" he screamed. The next day April Rose was buried in the purple satin gown she was to wear on his inauguration. After the coffin was lowered to the dirt Andrew looked up at the dark grey sky; "I will forgive those who slandered me, but those who slandered April Rose shall die!" Andrew then swore vengeance on whoever was against him or whoever slandered April Rose.
Man of the People
During inauguration day, a gigantic throng of people mobbed Washington, DC hoping to see Andrew Dickinson. This unruly crowd was let into the White House and stood on chairs to see him. Vice President Camhouille managed to squeeze her small body through the crowd, she was re-elected but as Andrew Dickinson's Vice President. Camhouille wore her blond hair up-swept, with light trundles coming down. She had on a periwinkle blue gown that was slender fit and flowed to her ankles. Senator Camhouille’s grey eyes scanned the crowd... mostly backwoods people she assumed, trying to get a glimpse of one of their own. Camhouille did not like Dickinson, yet ran under him because he needed somebody to win the Deep South, where Caroline's stronghold was.
Their personalities conflicted- Andrew Dickinson hotheaded and anti-states rights. Andrew, the people’s champion… all sounded lovely on the outside, but something was defiantly wrong. Senator Camhouille - champion of states’ rights, she was caring and very loyal to her friends, she had a stubborn and revolutionary streak as well--enough to lead a revolution, which she tried to hide. Camhouille was a leader and did not do very well when it came to listening to orders.
By the time the rambunctious party was over and the crowd cleared Dickinson got down to business. Dickinson choose his close friends for his official cabinet, yet he had a secret cabinet as well a "Kitchen Cabinet" nobody knew anything about. Andrew sat at the table “Kitchen Cabinet! It is time we discuss certain matters out of the eyes of our possible traitors. They hide everywhere. All traitors- especially those who may have slandered April Rose shall get my revenge and anger. Also, some issues are best discussed outside of the citizen’s eyes and citizen’s ears.
Camhouille Suspicious
Meandering through the White House halls, alone at night the quietness of the White House seemed spooky… something wasn’t right. Camhouille then heard a man talking, from the kitchen? Who on earth would be up this time at night? She peaked in and saw Andrew, with a group of five men and women. Scared she listened closely, “I called you all here, because I can’t let my Vice President know. You see she supports nullification, and is from South Carolina. Therefore, cannot be trusted” Caroline gasped, they were talking about her! Caroline felt a cold hand by her back and felt like letting out a scream.
“Shhh…. It’s me!”
Caroline turned around, “Danielle J’lay! What are you doing?”
“Shhh, I’m here investigating. I see my assumptions were correct”
“assumptions?”
“that President Dickinson has a secret cabinet.”
Andrew turned to the dark corner were the girls were hiding, they stood as still as statues. Perhaps he was just imagining, he turned back to his advisers “I want you as my secret cabinet, my kitchen cabinet to keep quiet about everything that was said tonight, or else... I will turn on you. You will die an untimely death.” Andrew walked out the back door with his advisers. Caroline and Dani shivered with fear, what does President Dickinson want?
During inauguration day, a gigantic throng of people mobbed Washington, DC hoping to see Andrew Dickinson. This unruly crowd was let into the White House and stood on chairs to see him. Vice President Camhouille managed to squeeze her small body through the crowd, she was re-elected but as Andrew Dickinson's Vice President. Camhouille wore her blond hair up-swept, with light trundles coming down. She had on a periwinkle blue gown that was slender fit and flowed to her ankles. Senator Camhouille’s grey eyes scanned the crowd... mostly backwoods people she assumed, trying to get a glimpse of one of their own. Camhouille did not like Dickinson, yet ran under him because he needed somebody to win the Deep South, where Caroline's stronghold was.
Their personalities conflicted- Andrew Dickinson hotheaded and anti-states rights. Andrew, the people’s champion… all sounded lovely on the outside, but something was defiantly wrong. Senator Camhouille - champion of states’ rights, she was caring and very loyal to her friends, she had a stubborn and revolutionary streak as well--enough to lead a revolution, which she tried to hide. Camhouille was a leader and did not do very well when it came to listening to orders.
By the time the rambunctious party was over and the crowd cleared Dickinson got down to business. Dickinson choose his close friends for his official cabinet, yet he had a secret cabinet as well a "Kitchen Cabinet" nobody knew anything about. Andrew sat at the table “Kitchen Cabinet! It is time we discuss certain matters out of the eyes of our possible traitors. They hide everywhere. All traitors- especially those who may have slandered April Rose shall get my revenge and anger. Also, some issues are best discussed outside of the citizen’s eyes and citizen’s ears.
Camhouille Suspicious
Meandering through the White House halls, alone at night the quietness of the White House seemed spooky… something wasn’t right. Camhouille then heard a man talking, from the kitchen? Who on earth would be up this time at night? She peaked in and saw Andrew, with a group of five men and women. Scared she listened closely, “I called you all here, because I can’t let my Vice President know. You see she supports nullification, and is from South Carolina. Therefore, cannot be trusted” Caroline gasped, they were talking about her! Caroline felt a cold hand by her back and felt like letting out a scream.
“Shhh…. It’s me!”
Caroline turned around, “Danielle J’lay! What are you doing?”
“Shhh, I’m here investigating. I see my assumptions were correct”
“assumptions?”
“that President Dickinson has a secret cabinet.”
Andrew turned to the dark corner were the girls were hiding, they stood as still as statues. Perhaps he was just imagining, he turned back to his advisers “I want you as my secret cabinet, my kitchen cabinet to keep quiet about everything that was said tonight, or else... I will turn on you. You will die an untimely death.” Andrew walked out the back door with his advisers. Caroline and Dani shivered with fear, what does President Dickinson want?
Van Fordley’s Pride
There was
a secretary by the name of Michele Van Fordley. Van Fordley remembers the collapse
will, she lived through it. Van Fordley thought back to the days where she wore
beautiful dresses and bows in her hair. When she was five, New York lost the
American Revolution. New York stayed loyal to the president, while the other
states rebelled. Van Fordley recalled her family losing their house, boarded up
because they could not pay the rent. Before she knew it she was in rags with
the rest of New York. New York may never recover. Van Fordley won election to
the House of Representatives. She found quick ways to earn money, just a little
bribe- just taking a bit. After all it was for the good of her citizens, or so
she said.
A bill was
passed and signed into law. The law raised taxes from 50% to 100% to fund new
government programs. Many states such as South Carolina were going to nullify
it, while states like Massachusetts and Tennessee applauded it. Murray
applauded it as it will help the dying industry in his state of Massachusetts! Camhouille
frowned upon it; South Carolina's industry was doing just fine.
South Carolina on the Barricade
In the
South Carolina state legislator, an act was proposed that if the tariff was not
repealed South Carolina will secede.
Dickinson was enraged; no state will secede under his watch! Camhouille was scared, she had to be loyal to her beloved South Carolina, yet she felt secession was too soon. Camhouille was torn, there had to be an alternative to secession.
Late one night, the lights were dimmed. Vice President Camhouille was up and her intense mind at work, she opened the founding father's documents and read about nullification. A smile came across the vice president's face, nullification-perfect! South Carolina can nullify the law! Vice President Camhouille sent a letter to the South Carolina legislator begging them to nullify the law and not to secede. South Carolina announced they were going to nullify the tariff, still Dickinson was not pleased.
The Day Before Possible Revolution
The next day the sixth of May was reckoning day. All of our heroes on the night of the fifth were either reflecting on the past, with hopes or fears of what tomorrow holds. With dimmed lights in his office Ryan Murray packed his papers for the day. Ryan looked at the map of these United States on his wall and sighed; "The union was happiest together, there were days when we lived happily as Americans. Now it has all changed. I'm confident these men who know my speech will support me." Ryan said. Murray turned to leave his office and turned out the lights as he saw two men discussing politics, this gave a warm feeling inside Murray that perhaps the union will be strong.
Washington was strangely quiet. The streets that normally bussed with life, hope, idealism were now dead in fear. The revolution was encroaching such as clouds on the plans. In the somber Committee on National Security three senators- James Desmoulins of Virginia, Christopher Clark of Alabama and Elise Hutchison of Wisconsin were packing up. As they were leaving their way was blocked by Danielle J’lay. "Senators, we must reach a compromise. I need you to help me, I have no idea how any of our states will survive if this tariff is passed. We must reach agreement. For the union must be united, how could we survive without the other states?" Danielle continued talking and persuaded the other three senators to help her draft a compromise, they sat at a table- ready to make history.
Van Fordley got off the train and walked to the dead streets of New York. There was a time these buildings and streets teemed with life and livelihood. These days are dead; New York was now an empty shell of what used to be. Buildings were crumbling to the ground, businesses boarded up, thousands- no millions on the streets homeless and starving for just a piece of bread. Van Fordley brushed past them; she was clothed in her beautiful long purple dress with a high empire waist-- the people were in rags. Van Fordley ignored their pleas and walked into an abandoned hospital, from the upper hospital window Van Fordley looked out; "Nobody cares about me, or my economy. New York could have been strong but what happened? South Carolina took our pride, they took our industry, took our everything." Van Fordley collapsed in sadness thinking of what a glorious career she would have had, but no matter what she could do- the people were in rags and dying in the streets. Van Fordley walked along the upper floor of the hospital from room to room. Van Fordley took one more glimpse out the window- her bitterness willed up inside her, she wanted to advance in her career yet she was living a lie of pretending. Something on the floor caught Van Fordley's eyes- an old Bible. The floor she was on used to be a tuberculosis isolation floor, it closed in 2008. Van Fordley picked up the Bible and scoffed- this was not what she wanted in her life, what she wanted was revenge and power. Why should those who wronged her get ahead? they should not.
The French Quarter of Charleston, South Carolina gave a very different scene. Advancee Café, an old but large café on Rutledge Street had been a place of political rebellion and excitement ever since the days of the American Revolution. The café was quite large, with pealing green paint and old wooden floors brunt by smoke. The chairs and tables were all wooden but very sturdy. Standing on a table of a cafe, Vice President Camhouille was wearing a black waistcoat underneath her red overcoat, her tall black boots blended into her black pants, her red nullification sash only added a revolutionary flair to the Cockade was pinned neatly on her chest as she called out to the people; "Citizens!" she called out "We in South Carolina have accomplished a great feat, our economy is prosperous. This bill is an outrage! This new tariff will take away our hard work and give the state of New York the money we should be earning. New York’s situation is a tragedy, but instead of taking away own livelihood they should be focusing on fixing their own. The states all have a similar culture, we are all Americans! We should be working together; we should not be giving harm to the other states. This is an intense time of strong passions and feelings fear not! Someday I believe it will be better, we are in the majority! It may not look like it, but we are. The power of Van Fordley shall break and the people will finally have a say. All humans will have an equal chance to live someday, an equal chance at life. We are all equal in God’s sight, equally fallen and equally in need of grace- all we have to do is call on His name. Why can’t we be equal in man’s sight also? All citizens shall freely start their own businesses, without fear of the government and big business crashing down on them. Someday all Americans shall have the states’ rights each state needs to survive, and the states will function as they should as safe guards against the federal government’s power. Follow me citizens into the future- follow me in the name of liberty and equality!" The crowd cheered, Camhouille’s calming means was public speaking, and when she was quite she could not stop thinking of the terrible conflict about to tear her beloved America in two. The sunset casted a bright red light on the streets of Charleston, South Carolina- the city was prepared for revolution. The citizens of Charleston wore blue cockades to show their support of Camhouille. The citizens were ready and willing to fight to preserve their rights, urban warfare looked like a very real potential in the French Quarter. Streets blocked off, houses boarded up, the palmetto flags waving, angry citizens forming their armies- tomorrow was going to be big. South Carolina was on the verge of revolution, the people demanded to be treated equally- New York should not receive special favors.
Anthony Dickinson was strolling the White House halls in the dark, he was the leader of the land and he alone wanted to be the final say. "I shall get rid of all these nullifiers; they shall be crushed beneath my feet! How could they think they can defy me? I fought for the people- I was the one who had this scar given to me by a loyalist standing up for our freedoms." Andrew pompously proclaimed. Dickinson was not in the mood for revolution, nothing stood in Dickinson's way. Dickinson picked up a letter from J’lay that was laying on his desk- a plea for compromise. Dickinson mocked it and threw the letter in the fire- compromise was a sign of weakness, he must destroy every last revolutionary in South Carolina.
Dickinson was enraged; no state will secede under his watch! Camhouille was scared, she had to be loyal to her beloved South Carolina, yet she felt secession was too soon. Camhouille was torn, there had to be an alternative to secession.
Late one night, the lights were dimmed. Vice President Camhouille was up and her intense mind at work, she opened the founding father's documents and read about nullification. A smile came across the vice president's face, nullification-perfect! South Carolina can nullify the law! Vice President Camhouille sent a letter to the South Carolina legislator begging them to nullify the law and not to secede. South Carolina announced they were going to nullify the tariff, still Dickinson was not pleased.
The Day Before Possible Revolution
The next day the sixth of May was reckoning day. All of our heroes on the night of the fifth were either reflecting on the past, with hopes or fears of what tomorrow holds. With dimmed lights in his office Ryan Murray packed his papers for the day. Ryan looked at the map of these United States on his wall and sighed; "The union was happiest together, there were days when we lived happily as Americans. Now it has all changed. I'm confident these men who know my speech will support me." Ryan said. Murray turned to leave his office and turned out the lights as he saw two men discussing politics, this gave a warm feeling inside Murray that perhaps the union will be strong.
Washington was strangely quiet. The streets that normally bussed with life, hope, idealism were now dead in fear. The revolution was encroaching such as clouds on the plans. In the somber Committee on National Security three senators- James Desmoulins of Virginia, Christopher Clark of Alabama and Elise Hutchison of Wisconsin were packing up. As they were leaving their way was blocked by Danielle J’lay. "Senators, we must reach a compromise. I need you to help me, I have no idea how any of our states will survive if this tariff is passed. We must reach agreement. For the union must be united, how could we survive without the other states?" Danielle continued talking and persuaded the other three senators to help her draft a compromise, they sat at a table- ready to make history.
Van Fordley got off the train and walked to the dead streets of New York. There was a time these buildings and streets teemed with life and livelihood. These days are dead; New York was now an empty shell of what used to be. Buildings were crumbling to the ground, businesses boarded up, thousands- no millions on the streets homeless and starving for just a piece of bread. Van Fordley brushed past them; she was clothed in her beautiful long purple dress with a high empire waist-- the people were in rags. Van Fordley ignored their pleas and walked into an abandoned hospital, from the upper hospital window Van Fordley looked out; "Nobody cares about me, or my economy. New York could have been strong but what happened? South Carolina took our pride, they took our industry, took our everything." Van Fordley collapsed in sadness thinking of what a glorious career she would have had, but no matter what she could do- the people were in rags and dying in the streets. Van Fordley walked along the upper floor of the hospital from room to room. Van Fordley took one more glimpse out the window- her bitterness willed up inside her, she wanted to advance in her career yet she was living a lie of pretending. Something on the floor caught Van Fordley's eyes- an old Bible. The floor she was on used to be a tuberculosis isolation floor, it closed in 2008. Van Fordley picked up the Bible and scoffed- this was not what she wanted in her life, what she wanted was revenge and power. Why should those who wronged her get ahead? they should not.
The French Quarter of Charleston, South Carolina gave a very different scene. Advancee Café, an old but large café on Rutledge Street had been a place of political rebellion and excitement ever since the days of the American Revolution. The café was quite large, with pealing green paint and old wooden floors brunt by smoke. The chairs and tables were all wooden but very sturdy. Standing on a table of a cafe, Vice President Camhouille was wearing a black waistcoat underneath her red overcoat, her tall black boots blended into her black pants, her red nullification sash only added a revolutionary flair to the Cockade was pinned neatly on her chest as she called out to the people; "Citizens!" she called out "We in South Carolina have accomplished a great feat, our economy is prosperous. This bill is an outrage! This new tariff will take away our hard work and give the state of New York the money we should be earning. New York’s situation is a tragedy, but instead of taking away own livelihood they should be focusing on fixing their own. The states all have a similar culture, we are all Americans! We should be working together; we should not be giving harm to the other states. This is an intense time of strong passions and feelings fear not! Someday I believe it will be better, we are in the majority! It may not look like it, but we are. The power of Van Fordley shall break and the people will finally have a say. All humans will have an equal chance to live someday, an equal chance at life. We are all equal in God’s sight, equally fallen and equally in need of grace- all we have to do is call on His name. Why can’t we be equal in man’s sight also? All citizens shall freely start their own businesses, without fear of the government and big business crashing down on them. Someday all Americans shall have the states’ rights each state needs to survive, and the states will function as they should as safe guards against the federal government’s power. Follow me citizens into the future- follow me in the name of liberty and equality!" The crowd cheered, Camhouille’s calming means was public speaking, and when she was quite she could not stop thinking of the terrible conflict about to tear her beloved America in two. The sunset casted a bright red light on the streets of Charleston, South Carolina- the city was prepared for revolution. The citizens of Charleston wore blue cockades to show their support of Camhouille. The citizens were ready and willing to fight to preserve their rights, urban warfare looked like a very real potential in the French Quarter. Streets blocked off, houses boarded up, the palmetto flags waving, angry citizens forming their armies- tomorrow was going to be big. South Carolina was on the verge of revolution, the people demanded to be treated equally- New York should not receive special favors.
Anthony Dickinson was strolling the White House halls in the dark, he was the leader of the land and he alone wanted to be the final say. "I shall get rid of all these nullifiers; they shall be crushed beneath my feet! How could they think they can defy me? I fought for the people- I was the one who had this scar given to me by a loyalist standing up for our freedoms." Andrew pompously proclaimed. Dickinson was not in the mood for revolution, nothing stood in Dickinson's way. Dickinson picked up a letter from J’lay that was laying on his desk- a plea for compromise. Dickinson mocked it and threw the letter in the fire- compromise was a sign of weakness, he must destroy every last revolutionary in South Carolina.
Peter Saint-Just
Morning
had come. South Carolinians were standing in the streets, guns were loaded,
this was not going to land up as a victory for “King Andrew.” Senator Camhouille
walked through the streets as a young man walked up to her. Peter Saint-Just,
his chestnut brown hair reached his shoulders and framed his oval face. His two
brown eyes held a passion and energy that was hard to put into words. Saint-Just
wore a red waistcoat under his black tailcoat. Peter Saint-Just wore a red
nullification sash matching Senator Camhouille’s, he also had a top hat which
had patriotic colored feathers on it- as well as the cockade. Saint-Just sat down on a seat close to Senator
Camhouille. Saint-Just closed his eyes and images returned to him, born into
poverty in a poor coal-mining town in the backwoods of Pennsylvania. Mountains
scattered across the northeastern frontier of Pennsylvania, far north of
Scranton. Coal, mining, faces full of soot. The iron fist of the federal
government crashed down on them! Due to government restrictions and
regulations, this town was shut down. Saint-Just as a young boy playing his
makeshift sword- which was a stick he grabbed from a tree “what is wrong daddy?
why can’t the miners work anymore? nothing ain’t broken.” young Peter was
sitting on his dad’s lap, outside their one room wooden cabin “the government
young Peter, they say we can’t mine anymore.” Peter’s eyes widened- the federal
government was making things hard on the citizens. One night the stove was left
on, the whole cabin was engulfed in flames. Saint-Just was coughing from the soot and
scared he escaped through the window, Saint-Just knew his parents were in the
house- he ran into the house and tried to stir his parents. They woke up;
“Peter go away!”
“Mommy!
Daddy! Fire!” His parents rose and they fled the house. Everything was
destroyed. The family moved into an abandoned trailer, Peter lived there with
his parents for three years. Stormy green clouds dotted the landscape; a rare
event that rarely happens in Pennsylvania took place. From the skies came a
large funnel- tornado! Both of Peter’s
parents were both killed by the derbies. Young Peter ran, but was knocked out
by a large piece of wood. Peter awoke to a new world. Peter was 15 and
orphaned. Peter Saint-Just was scared and alone, he knew nobody in the town-
since everybody fled to get work. Peter cried and held his knees- nobody was
left. This town was so removed from civilization, tucked in the peaks of the
Endless Mountains branch of Appalachia- nobody knew of the tragedy. The whole
town was gone except for a 15 year old boy. Months later Saint-Just decided to
get out on his own. Taking a train to Charleston Saint-Just longed to find
adventure. What Saint-Just found was a very wealthy city that was prospering-
because the government did not help. Saint-Just was wondering and blaming the
government for killing his family. If it was not for government regulations his
town would have had money, if his town had money perhaps his family could have
lived in a regular house with a basement and his family could have lived
through the hurricane. Saint-Just’s views grew increasingly more radical and
cemented, nothing and nobody was going to change him.
“Vice President Camhouille” Saint-Just tried to get the famous figure’s attention. Camhouille was holding the flag of rebellion and looked over at Saint-Just “Yes?” Saint-Just was almost speechless but had to say something, no matter how foolish he may sound; “I really admire what you are doing, why do you do this?”
“Vice President Camhouille” Saint-Just tried to get the famous figure’s attention. Camhouille was holding the flag of rebellion and looked over at Saint-Just “Yes?” Saint-Just was almost speechless but had to say something, no matter how foolish he may sound; “I really admire what you are doing, why do you do this?”
The Vice
President nodded her head; “why, I do what I believe is best for the citizens.
The government is forgetting they are accountable for them. Some states think
they can get ahead by stepping on other states and forgetting the fact that we
are all equal. Why does the government want to continue stepping on our rights?
God created us all with natural inalienable rights. We having these rights than
formed our system of governments. A republican form of government with states’
rights is the best form I believe, because these states have the right and
privilege to ignore unjust laws. If we were in another system of government, we
would have had a revolution by now. Revolution is a last resort, but many times
a necessary one. We are not at that point yet, but if this nullification fails-
revolution is the next step.” Vice President Camhouille stated clearly. Saint-Just
listened, and was in awe- somebody who understands why the government is held
accountable to the people. Saint-Just did not have much education; Vice
President Camhouille was very educated. Saint-Just did not follow everything
she said, but knew whatever it was it should be followed. Saint-Just thanked the vice president and
disappeared into the crowd. Vice President Camhouille was going to head to the
legislator, to see one thing- how the nullification is working. Camhouille
climbed into the nearest taxi and asked to be driven to Columbia- the state
capitol. Camhouille watched as the scenery changed, from the great wealthy city
of Charleston into the swamp lands. Camhouille looked down at her papers, she
had everything planned perfectly- there was no way this could fail. Since she
was young she thought ahead about her vision to change America for the good. Camhouille’s
nature was to lead- she never was one to sit on the sidelines no matter what
the conflict was. She always dreamt of moving to South Carolina- where progress
was made, and idealism ruled the day. The taxi stopped in front of the state
capitol “I thank you sir” Vice President Camhouille said to the driver as she
walked out of the carriage. Walking up the marble steps, Camhouille had no
fears at all. Any other young politician would have been afraid, Camhouille was
no politician- she was a stateswoman. Camhouille opened the large wooden doors
and walked with confidence through the halls of the capitol and into the
chamber.
“Senators!” Camhouille spoke up amidst the crowd; the whole chamber looked around and was frozen in respect, “We shall not let our rights be taken away! Now is not yet the time for revolution, there is still hope we can solve this through other means. We must show the word that South Carolina is just as equal as all the other states. We in South Carolina helped create the union just as much as all the other states did. South Carolina worked hard to get our prosperity, and we shall not pay tribute to Van Fordley and her cronies. In the name of liberty and equality, this is wrong citizens. Michele Van Fordley and her cronies shall fall someday, and someday true liberty shall prevail!” the crowd cheered as Camhouille looked into the distance- into progress.
“Senators!” Camhouille spoke up amidst the crowd; the whole chamber looked around and was frozen in respect, “We shall not let our rights be taken away! Now is not yet the time for revolution, there is still hope we can solve this through other means. We must show the word that South Carolina is just as equal as all the other states. We in South Carolina helped create the union just as much as all the other states did. South Carolina worked hard to get our prosperity, and we shall not pay tribute to Van Fordley and her cronies. In the name of liberty and equality, this is wrong citizens. Michele Van Fordley and her cronies shall fall someday, and someday true liberty shall prevail!” the crowd cheered as Camhouille looked into the distance- into progress.
Dinner Problems
One night,
at a presidential dinner Andrew Dickinson hinting at Caroline’s states rights philosophy
toasted; “The Union! May it ever be preserved against those states rights
people!” Caroline knew exactly what Dickinson was referring to, hands
sweating she picked up her glass and fixed her intense grey eyes on Andrew, she
broke protocol, and toasted back; “Only next to our liberty most my dear, may
we remember the states that created the federal union and these United States
are the strongest, if we stay together.” Her deep set sea green eyes looked
deeply ahead at the president. The rest of the dinner was eaten in silence, for
a fog of tension seemed to have descended in the room.
After the
dinner Camhouille was walking back to her house as Senator Desmoulins stopped
her. “Vice President Camhouille, I have respect for you. What exactly is this doctrine
you are promoting? I remember always being wary of states’ rights, but lately I
have been more open to these revolutionary ideas”
Camhouille
turned to face Desmoulins “this is the doctrine of nullification that declares
states can ignore unjust laws that are passed without the citizen’s consent.”
Desmoulins
paused for a second thinking to himself perhaps
states rights is not as bad as I thought it was a long time ago, Vice President
Camhouille is correct- states’ rights can be vital when it comes to making the
citizens better represented and their rights better secured. Desmoulins
smiled “thank you for explaining that to me Vice President Camhouille.” The two
left each other, with Desmoulins becoming a changed man in his views towards
states rights.
On the
floor of the Senate, Ryan Murray of Massachusetts arose to express his
discontent with South Carolina’s nullification declaration; “We are one union!”
he eloquently captured the entire audience, with his words of “unity” and
“patriotism.” Murray continued “we won the war against President Arnold I by
uniting as one solid union. The union and freedom are not mutually exclusive.
They are both needed.” The crowd cheered as Ryan Murray sat down.
Sitting in the Vice President’s chair, was Caroline Camhouille
of South Carolina. On the floor was Senator Luke Hayne of South Carolina.
Vice President Camhouille was handing her notes of encouragement to help defend
the states’ nullification stance. Luke Hayne stood up and started reading from
the helpful speaking tips that Senator Camhouille gave him “this union is
comprised of 50 separate states which are entirely the same in culture. Despite
that the states are a strong guard for liberty against the federal tyranny.
President Arnold I was a tyrant who used centralized authority to accomplish
his will and infringe on the rights and liberties of the citizens. Therefore I
must urge that our states rights be preserved, and South Carolina be allowed to
nullify this unconstitutional law.” The crowd clapped for Luke as well, it was
almost impossible to see whose opinion was in the majority.
After the debate, the darkness of night slowly crept by as senators returned to their boarding houses and hotels to retire. It was midnight; Vice President Camhouille received an alarming alert. Certain members of the South Carolina State Senate were planning secession. This had to be stopped dead in its tracks. She knew what needed to be done; boarded the train at Union station and took a city bus from Charleston to Columbia. “Wait!” she shouted stepping into the South Carolina Senate.
“We have to take a pre-emptive strike and secede!” Senator Tabitha Rhett of Charleston County demanded. "My sentiments exactly!" another senator agreed.
“No!” Caroline protested. “If y’all do this, South Carolina will bear the burden of the Civil War that may come, I don’t want bloodshed. Listen to me! Let intellect and reason guide your beliefs, not foolish and rash actions! I'm a staunch believer in states’ rights, perhaps the strongest the Senate ever had. Nullify this law! Now is not the time to secede, only secede once attacked.” Vice President Camhouille said in disgust. Senator Rhett turned around, amazed “Vice President Camhouille?” the Vice President smiled.
"We must respond peacefully, because if we do not Andrew Dickinson will have us all killed for "treason"" Vice President Camhouille begged.
"I suppose you have a point..." the fire-eater Senator Rhett confessed.
After the debate, the darkness of night slowly crept by as senators returned to their boarding houses and hotels to retire. It was midnight; Vice President Camhouille received an alarming alert. Certain members of the South Carolina State Senate were planning secession. This had to be stopped dead in its tracks. She knew what needed to be done; boarded the train at Union station and took a city bus from Charleston to Columbia. “Wait!” she shouted stepping into the South Carolina Senate.
“We have to take a pre-emptive strike and secede!” Senator Tabitha Rhett of Charleston County demanded. "My sentiments exactly!" another senator agreed.
“No!” Caroline protested. “If y’all do this, South Carolina will bear the burden of the Civil War that may come, I don’t want bloodshed. Listen to me! Let intellect and reason guide your beliefs, not foolish and rash actions! I'm a staunch believer in states’ rights, perhaps the strongest the Senate ever had. Nullify this law! Now is not the time to secede, only secede once attacked.” Vice President Camhouille said in disgust. Senator Rhett turned around, amazed “Vice President Camhouille?” the Vice President smiled.
"We must respond peacefully, because if we do not Andrew Dickinson will have us all killed for "treason"" Vice President Camhouille begged.
"I suppose you have a point..." the fire-eater Senator Rhett confessed.
Back in Washington
Returning
to Washington, Vice President Camhouille found out President Andrew Dickinson
was too dangerous, and too unreasonable to listen. Dickinson one night was
alone with Vice President Camhouille, “Mr. President! You must listen to the
people, or we shall have a revolution on our hands!” Senator Camhouille
indignantly told the president
“I shall
kill every revolutionary with my bare hands in the name of the union!”
President Dickinson shouted as Vice President Camhouille dodged a punch. Camhouille
stormed out of the room, as Dickinson smirked.
Senator J’lay was investigating found in the
"Kitchen Cabinet" meetings some of Andrew's plans, to kill all of his
enemies---- including J’lay. J’lay listened to the nameless members of
the cabinet who she did even see the faces of
“we must
find a way to get rid of Camhouille and J’lay. They are in the way of our plans
and we must bring them down.” one member said. J’lay ran out of the corner she
was hiding it, she glanced back to see Dickinson and his cabinet burn the files
so nobody would see. J’lay had to warn Camhouille and Murray!
J’lay saw
Murray and Camhouille talking as she yelled out to them. “Murray! Camhouille!
The Kitchen Cabinet wants to kill the both of you; they have
counterrevolutionaries hiding in many parts of Washington!”
"What?"
Murray was shocked.
"I
was expecting this all along... he won't follow through with us though, we are
too power and well known. He'd kill off the lesser known people
first." Camhouille inserted. Sure enough Camhouille read in
the paper the next day to find out Senator Luke Hayne was discovered “dead” of
“accidental poisoning.” Some younger members of the House and Senate who
supported J’lay suffered "untimely" deaths. J’lay
shivered, was there a way to report this? No, there was not. President
Dickinson would just bend things his way, and skew evidence. It was best to
vote him out. Also, Dickinson had a very powerful ally- Michele Van
Fordley. Michele Van Fordley was already well-known; she was that senator from
New York who penned the infamous tariff. Van Fordley had light blond hair that
flowed to her elbows; her eyes were a dark brown and never smiled. Van Fordley
was born in New York City, a city that suffered greatly when the South started
growing and people moved South. Van Fordley did not though; she was going to
remain in New York- the state she loved. Eventually her childhood home was foreclosed;
it was abandoned for years until it burned to the ground with most of New York
City during the previous war. Van Fordley did not believe God or anything like that
could make things better. Van Fordley believed it was only money that was going
to get ahead, for that is how the South got ahead she believed. Van Fordley was as sly as a fox.
Vice
President Camhouille walked into the presidential office one day.
“Good
evening Vice President!” Van Fordley said with a smile. Camhouille cringed, Van
Fordley- despite her smile something did not feel right.
“Good evening.” Senator Camhouille replied trying to be pleasant.
“Good evening.” Senator Camhouille replied trying to be pleasant.
Van
Fordley glared as the vice president exited the room, how could it be that some
people have power and influence and others don’t? It was not her fault that her
house was foreclosed and burned to the ground; it was not her fault she was
stuck at the bottom of the heap in life.
Camhouille was disgusted with Van Fordley. Camhouille
sat down and was thinking I’m not one to
quit, but I should take the open seat in the United States Senate so it will be
easier for me to defend my views and stances. I must resign the vice
presidency.
Camhouille
penned this letter;
To Whom it
may Concern:
I will be accepting a US Senate
seat. I resign the Vice Presidency of the United States- Caroline R. Camhouille
Van Fordley the Corrupt
Van Fordley saw this letter on the Secretary of States' desk and smiled, she approached President Dickinson. "Van Fordley! we meet again!" Dickinson smiled.
"Mr. President, I just came back from the nullification convention in South Carolina... spying." Van Fordley said with confidence.
"Spying? well done my dear!" replied Dickinson.
Van Fordley looked down; "That former Vice President of yours nearly caught me though!"
Just as she said that, Senator Caroline Camhouille indignantly opened the door and approached the president and Van Fordley. To the president she said; "I came to make sure you received my resignation."
"I did." replied Dickinson. The senator then exited.
Camhouille the Fearless Leader
Sen.Camhouille was elected Minority Leader, and served the senate. With Senator J’lay and Murray, they formed the media and people called "Great Triumvirate." The three most influential and famous senators of the century.
Trying to Make Camhouille Fall
Four years later, during Dickinson's second term Van Fordley
was elected to the senate as part of the same party the Great Triumvirate was
in, but had a sinister purpose in mind. Van Fordley smiled at Senator Camhouille.
“Senator Camhouille, come with me. Camhouille, I hope you count me as a friend-
for I have heard citizens say terrible things about you. Of course, these are
just rumors but you never know who you can trust. Something tells me even your
closest allies may be against you. Camhouille, don’t worry- it is us against
them!”
Senator Camhouille raised an eyebrow; Van Fordley put her
arm around Camhouille “you must join me.” Camhouille broke loose “goes away Van
Fordley! I know what you are up to.”
Van Fordley was offended “what exactly Camhouille? I was
just protecting you against those who are plotting against you.”
Camhouille knew what Van Fordley was doing, trying to get Camhouille against her own friends. True, citizens may have been plotting against Camhouille- but her own dear friends would never. “There are people who hate me Van Fordley; my own friends would never plot against me. You are trying to make me one of your minions and I just won’t.” Camhouille glared at Van Fordley as Van Fordley stepped out of the room “Thermidor shall come for you!” shouted Van Fordley. Camhouille smirked “I think not. I’m not a Robespierre. Why all the kindness all of a sudden Van Fordley? I thought you could not stand me, I thought you considered me to be just another revolutionary.” Van Fordley grabbed Camhouille’s hand “I just want to be your friend; it is us against the world.” Camhouille grabbed Van Fordley’s hand and looked into Van Fordley’s cold blue eyes- Camhouille dropped the hand. “I shall never betray the revolution, and I will not join you Van Fordley.” Van Fordley was very well aware of Camhouille’s extensive knowledge of history and decided to see if she could use it against Camhouille “Have it your way Camhouille. Maybe you shall meet your own Thermidor!” Camhouille smirked- was she Louis Saint-Just in this whole scenario? “Counterrevolutionaries and those hypocrites were the first to call I remind you.” Camhouille said playing with Van Fordley’s logic.
Camhouille knew what Van Fordley was doing, trying to get Camhouille against her own friends. True, citizens may have been plotting against Camhouille- but her own dear friends would never. “There are people who hate me Van Fordley; my own friends would never plot against me. You are trying to make me one of your minions and I just won’t.” Camhouille glared at Van Fordley as Van Fordley stepped out of the room “Thermidor shall come for you!” shouted Van Fordley. Camhouille smirked “I think not. I’m not a Robespierre. Why all the kindness all of a sudden Van Fordley? I thought you could not stand me, I thought you considered me to be just another revolutionary.” Van Fordley grabbed Camhouille’s hand “I just want to be your friend; it is us against the world.” Camhouille grabbed Van Fordley’s hand and looked into Van Fordley’s cold blue eyes- Camhouille dropped the hand. “I shall never betray the revolution, and I will not join you Van Fordley.” Van Fordley was very well aware of Camhouille’s extensive knowledge of history and decided to see if she could use it against Camhouille “Have it your way Camhouille. Maybe you shall meet your own Thermidor!” Camhouille smirked- was she Louis Saint-Just in this whole scenario? “Counterrevolutionaries and those hypocrites were the first to call I remind you.” Camhouille said playing with Van Fordley’s logic.
“Fine! have it your way! Mark my words Camhouille! Thermidor
is coming to swipe away fanatics! You in your young idealism shall witness
Louis Saint-Just’s pain” Van Fordley stormed out. Camhouille smirked, she knew
what Thermidor was and the reference Van Fordley was referring to and Thermidor
was not happening on her watch.
Saint-Just was walking down the hallways of the senate
office complex when he spotted Van Fordley. What did Van Fordley want? Van
Fordley cornered Saint-Just “Peter, join me. You know you want to. Compromise
your revolutionary standards and just vote for this bill to give the
impoverished people of New York money.” Peter looked at Van Fordley with
disgust “The impoverished people of New York? or is the money all going to you
and your political cronies. I know your type Van Fordley. Your type is at the
bottom of history, yet somehow always tries to rise to the top.” Van Fordley
slapped Saint-Just with the most strength she had “You will regret this Peter Saint-Just!
You will fall and stumble and nobody will ever be able to pull up the pieces!”
Van Fordley stormed out of the room leaving Saint-Just wondering what Van
Fordley meant.
Desmoulins heard the commotion and came out of his office;
Van Fordley dramatically fell towards his knees: “Oh, Senator Desmoulins! Saint-Just
approached and threatened me and I had no chance but to strike.” Desmoulins came up to Saint-Just “Peter, is
this true?” Desmoulins heard everything, but of course was going to give the accused
a chance to speak. Peter looked into Desmoulins’ eyes “No, it is not. Van
Fordley was threatening Senator Camhouille. I heard it, and then she threatened
to have me and her---- Thermidor! not that I know what it means” Desmoulins
looked at Van Fordley “I know not what he is saying he is accusing me without
any trial, accusing me without any proof whatsoever!” Desmoulins glared at Van
Fordley “Be gone you liar, for you have no place in these sacred halls of the
United States Senate. May you take your empty threats elsewhere? I overheard
every word you made.” Van Fordley looked at Desmoulins with threat. Desmoulins
was a small man, about 5’4 and very slender. Something in Desmoulins’ gentle
but firm voice hit her and she fled. Saint-Just
looked on in anger “what does she mean by Thermidor? Whatever Thermidor was
Senator Camhouille seemed to know.” Desmoulins
sighed, “Thermidor was a period during the French Revolution where Robespierre
and his radical friends met their Waterloo. The moderates and monarchists took
over, and all the radicals were purged.”
Saint-Just looked on in horror; “Basically, she wants to get rid of
anybody she deems more radical then her?”
Desmoulins nodded; “Yes. Van Fordley’s views change with the seasons,
but she has to remain a moderate- this way she retains her power.”
Van Fordley’s Way
.Van Fordley sat outside the senate chamber with a smile across her face. Entering the senate chamber Van Fordley listened with pride at her bill being read to the people. “Ms. President!” Senator Camhouille tried to get the president’s attention. Van Fordley as current Vice President was in charge of the senate, she conveniently did not notice Camhouille. “I demand to be heard!” Van Fordley ignored her pleas. “President Van Fordley” Desmoulins took the floor “I rise to speak against the bill, in the name of equality. This bill will redistribute South Carolina’s wealth and give it not to the poor and downtrodden like the bill claims but to you and your cronies.” Van Fordley glared in anger “you lost your rights! Off the floor!” Desmoulins sat down in anger. Camhouille pounded her fist “I demand to be heard!” Peter Saint-Just was furious- Van Fordley was ignoring the people. “Michele Van Fordley!” Saint-Just impulsively stood up, “I know I’m disobeying the senate rules right now but I don’t care because so are you. Give the people a chance to speak!” Van Fordley was furious, her bill was going to pass whether the people had a voice or not. “Let us speak!” Camhouille and Saint-Just chanted. Desmoulins took out a piece of paper and began writing; “Citizens of the United States. I’m writing this in the senate chamber, Van Fordley is preventing the people from speaking- Camhouille and Saint-Just are bravely fighting for our rights. I do not know how much longer this can hold. Van Fordley is going to get her bill through somehow. I can only see this ending in one way- revolution. - James Desmoulins.” James gave the letter to the pageboy “Young man! deliver this for me to the press- tell them to publish it as soon as possible.” Desmoulins dropped a dollar in the boy’s hand “I thank you sir!” the boy gave a huge smile and ran off to the press. Camhouille was furious, Van Fordley was not letting anything through—what was worse? Van Fordley already rigged the technology to make her bill win. Saint-Just slumped in his seat hearing Van Fordley say “the bill passed.”
.Van Fordley sat outside the senate chamber with a smile across her face. Entering the senate chamber Van Fordley listened with pride at her bill being read to the people. “Ms. President!” Senator Camhouille tried to get the president’s attention. Van Fordley as current Vice President was in charge of the senate, she conveniently did not notice Camhouille. “I demand to be heard!” Van Fordley ignored her pleas. “President Van Fordley” Desmoulins took the floor “I rise to speak against the bill, in the name of equality. This bill will redistribute South Carolina’s wealth and give it not to the poor and downtrodden like the bill claims but to you and your cronies.” Van Fordley glared in anger “you lost your rights! Off the floor!” Desmoulins sat down in anger. Camhouille pounded her fist “I demand to be heard!” Peter Saint-Just was furious- Van Fordley was ignoring the people. “Michele Van Fordley!” Saint-Just impulsively stood up, “I know I’m disobeying the senate rules right now but I don’t care because so are you. Give the people a chance to speak!” Van Fordley was furious, her bill was going to pass whether the people had a voice or not. “Let us speak!” Camhouille and Saint-Just chanted. Desmoulins took out a piece of paper and began writing; “Citizens of the United States. I’m writing this in the senate chamber, Van Fordley is preventing the people from speaking- Camhouille and Saint-Just are bravely fighting for our rights. I do not know how much longer this can hold. Van Fordley is going to get her bill through somehow. I can only see this ending in one way- revolution. - James Desmoulins.” James gave the letter to the pageboy “Young man! deliver this for me to the press- tell them to publish it as soon as possible.” Desmoulins dropped a dollar in the boy’s hand “I thank you sir!” the boy gave a huge smile and ran off to the press. Camhouille was furious, Van Fordley was not letting anything through—what was worse? Van Fordley already rigged the technology to make her bill win. Saint-Just slumped in his seat hearing Van Fordley say “the bill passed.”
Saint-Just stood up “Liar!” Van Fordley rolled her eyes and
ignored him.
Ryan Murray one night was walking down the long winding
halls of the senate, he caught a glimpse of Van Fordley speaking to another
senator “this is what we must do; here are the plans of my party. It is us
against the world, we will bring New York and our supporters back to prominence
we used to enjoy. These revolutionaries are holding it for too long.” The
older man Van Fordley was talking to her turned towards her “if you agree to
pay me $100 I shall make you senate minority leader.” Van Fordley smiled and
handed him the bill.
Desmoulin’s Suspicions
Senators Camhouille and J’lay were suspicious as they saw the Counterrevolutionary Party vote Van Fordley in for Senate Minority Leader. Desmoulins picked up a carelessly dropped paper on the floor and read this: “Pay Counterrevolutionaries $100 each. Give all proceeds from this bill to supporters of Van Fordley in the state of New York. Make it look like we will better the economy of New York. Be careful of Camhouille, Desmoulins, Murray, Saint-Just and J’lay. These senators may try to bring us down. Act nice and try to win them to our side, do not tell them our intentions!” Desmoulins did it again- a quite gentleman had found himself again in this sticky situation that is best left to the Camhouilles and Saint-Justs of the land. Senator Murray was approaching Senator Desmoulins- Desmoulins gave Murray a glimpse of the paper. “Look at this” Desmoulins said dryly. Murray eyed the paper “This does not look good, we must warn the rest.” As Murray was walking out he saw his beautiful wife Celeste Murray. “Ryan” she said “I was waiting for you at our farm in Massachusetts; it was getting lonesome so I came down here. I miss you my dear” Ryan kissed Celeste on the check “and I miss you also my dear. This is very urgent business I must attend to.” Ryan pulled out a stack of sticky notes and handed it to Celeste “sit in the gallery, and whenever you want to talk, write on a sticky note and give the note to a page. I will be sure to reply. I love you.” The two kissed shortly before Murray ran off to warn Camhouille and J’lay. Senator J’lay playfully took the paper out of Senator Murray’s hand: “Oh dear, this is real corruption” the smile on J’lay’s face vanished. “I was being serious about this issue J’lay” Murray replied. Senator Camhouille gave a face of disgust: “Van Fordley at it again, trying to hide the voice of the people. Citizens! We will not settle for this/” Camhouille’s sea green eyes were alight with a flame. Senator J’lay looked at Senator Camhouille “is it true you are originally from somewhere in the North? I have no idea, but I’m curious.” Senator Camhouille looked at J’lay: “I may be the champion of states’ rights, but my state of birth is not important. There are too many needless sectional fights these days; I prefer not to identify with the North or the South.” Murray smiled “Why Camhouille! You sounded like me there, now if only you also believed nullification was unconstitutional but no. You are a revolutionary through and through, and nothing will change that.” Senator Camhouille looked down with a smile “true senators, I’m a revolutionary. I’m no fanatic however, but I’m a revolutionary.” Senator J’lay looked at the paper again “I’m going to bring this before the Committee on Ethics. We will see how long Van Fordley’s game lasts.” Senators Murray and Camhouille both agreed with was the best measure.
Senators Camhouille and J’lay were suspicious as they saw the Counterrevolutionary Party vote Van Fordley in for Senate Minority Leader. Desmoulins picked up a carelessly dropped paper on the floor and read this: “Pay Counterrevolutionaries $100 each. Give all proceeds from this bill to supporters of Van Fordley in the state of New York. Make it look like we will better the economy of New York. Be careful of Camhouille, Desmoulins, Murray, Saint-Just and J’lay. These senators may try to bring us down. Act nice and try to win them to our side, do not tell them our intentions!” Desmoulins did it again- a quite gentleman had found himself again in this sticky situation that is best left to the Camhouilles and Saint-Justs of the land. Senator Murray was approaching Senator Desmoulins- Desmoulins gave Murray a glimpse of the paper. “Look at this” Desmoulins said dryly. Murray eyed the paper “This does not look good, we must warn the rest.” As Murray was walking out he saw his beautiful wife Celeste Murray. “Ryan” she said “I was waiting for you at our farm in Massachusetts; it was getting lonesome so I came down here. I miss you my dear” Ryan kissed Celeste on the check “and I miss you also my dear. This is very urgent business I must attend to.” Ryan pulled out a stack of sticky notes and handed it to Celeste “sit in the gallery, and whenever you want to talk, write on a sticky note and give the note to a page. I will be sure to reply. I love you.” The two kissed shortly before Murray ran off to warn Camhouille and J’lay. Senator J’lay playfully took the paper out of Senator Murray’s hand: “Oh dear, this is real corruption” the smile on J’lay’s face vanished. “I was being serious about this issue J’lay” Murray replied. Senator Camhouille gave a face of disgust: “Van Fordley at it again, trying to hide the voice of the people. Citizens! We will not settle for this/” Camhouille’s sea green eyes were alight with a flame. Senator J’lay looked at Senator Camhouille “is it true you are originally from somewhere in the North? I have no idea, but I’m curious.” Senator Camhouille looked at J’lay: “I may be the champion of states’ rights, but my state of birth is not important. There are too many needless sectional fights these days; I prefer not to identify with the North or the South.” Murray smiled “Why Camhouille! You sounded like me there, now if only you also believed nullification was unconstitutional but no. You are a revolutionary through and through, and nothing will change that.” Senator Camhouille looked down with a smile “true senators, I’m a revolutionary. I’m no fanatic however, but I’m a revolutionary.” Senator J’lay looked at the paper again “I’m going to bring this before the Committee on Ethics. We will see how long Van Fordley’s game lasts.” Senators Murray and Camhouille both agreed with was the best measure.
Committee on Ethics
Late that night the Committee on Ethics was called to an emergency meeting: “Senators!” J’lay caught the intention “this piece of paper was discovered by the honorable Senator James Desmoulins. This is proof that Senator Michele Van Fordley is scheming to rob the people of their money and give it to her cronies. I’m a moderate woman, but I will not stand for lies.” Senator Camhouille arose to speak “This is a government of the people senators. Not a government of Van Fordley and her cronies.” Senator Desmoulins shifted in his seat, uncomfortable he was put on the spotlight in such a manner. Senator Michele Van Fordley stood up “such nonsense. You know me my friends; I will never and would never resort to such dirty measures.”
Senator Murray looked at Senator Van Fordley “your game is over Van Fordley, give the people their rights back.” The chairman called the meeting to order “all in favor of expulsion of Senator Michele Van Fordley of New York on charges of corruption vote ‘aye’” the whole room was quite at first but Saint-Just stood up with a strong “aye!” followed by Senators Camhouille, J’lay, Murray and Desmoulins. Senator Michele Van Fordley was found guilty in the eyes of the law. Van Fordley came up to Desmoulins “Oh Senator Desmoulins! You aren’t holding any grudges against me my friend, are you?” Senator Desmoulins thought it would be easy to hold a grudge, but stronger to let it go "I'll forgive you for your crime, if you promise never to do it again! Leave us Van Fordley and seek God/" Van Fordley just smiled. Later that night Michele Van Fordley sat in her old senate office which was now being packed up, Follow God? Is Desmoulins ridiculous? We only have the here and now- only material matters. Desmoulins has to stop relying on silly tales and learn the truth. Senator Van Fordley had a man underneath her- Senate Whip Paul Breakinridge. The Senate Committee on Ethics found Van Fordley to be guilty, the next day in the US Senate Chamber- the entire senate was going to confirm or deny the Ethics Committee’s decision. In his heart, Breakinridge wanted to follow Senator Camhouille, but something stood in the way. Van Fordley controlled most of New York, and he was a senator from New York. If Breakinridge stood against her, his political career would be dead. Senator Paul Breakinridge walked down the empty senate halls thinking out loud I know Van Fordley is guilty; I was in on her schemes. Senator Camhouille has truth on her side- oh Camhouille, so good, so virtuous, so pure. Camhouille, impossible to corrupt they say! How could anybody doubt her? J’lay the charismatic bundle of energy can persuade the whole senate; Saint-Just is merely a fanatic and a man who wants to be Camhouille, Desmoulins- a respected hero of the first revolution. Senator Desmoulins could not sleep and was also walking down the capitol hallways and found Breakinridge. “Hello there senator” Desmoulins tipped his hat; Breakinridge looked around “Senator Desmoulins!” Desmoulins knew something was troubling Breakinridge. “Breakinridge, I’m here to encourage you. Do what is right; even if you lose everything you have history is watching us. We are making history Breakinridge.” Senator Paul Breakinridge looked over at Desmoulins and gave a sad face “I know Senator Desmoulins, sometimes it is harder than we think, a ton of sacrifice.” Senator Desmoulins looked down “I know, I own a farm in Amherst County Virginia. I love it dearly. I have a beautiful new granddaughter named Olivia who lives in New York. Due to the corruption and poverty up there, I hope they shall someday move to my farm. I don’t like the public office, but I must go on for it is my duty.” Paul Breakinridge was touched “Oh Senator Desmoulins, you are so brave. Thank you for everything you have done.” Desmoulins smiled “would you like prayer Senator Breakinridge.” Breakinridge hesitated “not now, but maybe.” he said while leaving. Senator Desmoulins sat down on a couch outside the senate chamber and quietly prayed Dear God, thank you for your faithfulness. Please give us all wisdom but especially young Paul Breakinridge. He has his whole career on the line he might lose, please give him your peace and courage to do what is right. He has so much ahead of him, so much he may lose today. More so than I could imagine, he is young and uncertain. Breakinridge needs your hand in guidance at this time, the whole future of this nation hangs in the balance of his hands- there is no longer room for uncertainty. Christ, I would like to thank you for your sacrifice. If it was not for your blood I would not be where I’m today. Thank you. In your name, Amen. Senator Desmoulins looked at his watch, the senate was about to convene soon- he spent all the night in the rotunda.
Late that night the Committee on Ethics was called to an emergency meeting: “Senators!” J’lay caught the intention “this piece of paper was discovered by the honorable Senator James Desmoulins. This is proof that Senator Michele Van Fordley is scheming to rob the people of their money and give it to her cronies. I’m a moderate woman, but I will not stand for lies.” Senator Camhouille arose to speak “This is a government of the people senators. Not a government of Van Fordley and her cronies.” Senator Desmoulins shifted in his seat, uncomfortable he was put on the spotlight in such a manner. Senator Michele Van Fordley stood up “such nonsense. You know me my friends; I will never and would never resort to such dirty measures.”
Senator Murray looked at Senator Van Fordley “your game is over Van Fordley, give the people their rights back.” The chairman called the meeting to order “all in favor of expulsion of Senator Michele Van Fordley of New York on charges of corruption vote ‘aye’” the whole room was quite at first but Saint-Just stood up with a strong “aye!” followed by Senators Camhouille, J’lay, Murray and Desmoulins. Senator Michele Van Fordley was found guilty in the eyes of the law. Van Fordley came up to Desmoulins “Oh Senator Desmoulins! You aren’t holding any grudges against me my friend, are you?” Senator Desmoulins thought it would be easy to hold a grudge, but stronger to let it go "I'll forgive you for your crime, if you promise never to do it again! Leave us Van Fordley and seek God/" Van Fordley just smiled. Later that night Michele Van Fordley sat in her old senate office which was now being packed up, Follow God? Is Desmoulins ridiculous? We only have the here and now- only material matters. Desmoulins has to stop relying on silly tales and learn the truth. Senator Van Fordley had a man underneath her- Senate Whip Paul Breakinridge. The Senate Committee on Ethics found Van Fordley to be guilty, the next day in the US Senate Chamber- the entire senate was going to confirm or deny the Ethics Committee’s decision. In his heart, Breakinridge wanted to follow Senator Camhouille, but something stood in the way. Van Fordley controlled most of New York, and he was a senator from New York. If Breakinridge stood against her, his political career would be dead. Senator Paul Breakinridge walked down the empty senate halls thinking out loud I know Van Fordley is guilty; I was in on her schemes. Senator Camhouille has truth on her side- oh Camhouille, so good, so virtuous, so pure. Camhouille, impossible to corrupt they say! How could anybody doubt her? J’lay the charismatic bundle of energy can persuade the whole senate; Saint-Just is merely a fanatic and a man who wants to be Camhouille, Desmoulins- a respected hero of the first revolution. Senator Desmoulins could not sleep and was also walking down the capitol hallways and found Breakinridge. “Hello there senator” Desmoulins tipped his hat; Breakinridge looked around “Senator Desmoulins!” Desmoulins knew something was troubling Breakinridge. “Breakinridge, I’m here to encourage you. Do what is right; even if you lose everything you have history is watching us. We are making history Breakinridge.” Senator Paul Breakinridge looked over at Desmoulins and gave a sad face “I know Senator Desmoulins, sometimes it is harder than we think, a ton of sacrifice.” Senator Desmoulins looked down “I know, I own a farm in Amherst County Virginia. I love it dearly. I have a beautiful new granddaughter named Olivia who lives in New York. Due to the corruption and poverty up there, I hope they shall someday move to my farm. I don’t like the public office, but I must go on for it is my duty.” Paul Breakinridge was touched “Oh Senator Desmoulins, you are so brave. Thank you for everything you have done.” Desmoulins smiled “would you like prayer Senator Breakinridge.” Breakinridge hesitated “not now, but maybe.” he said while leaving. Senator Desmoulins sat down on a couch outside the senate chamber and quietly prayed Dear God, thank you for your faithfulness. Please give us all wisdom but especially young Paul Breakinridge. He has his whole career on the line he might lose, please give him your peace and courage to do what is right. He has so much ahead of him, so much he may lose today. More so than I could imagine, he is young and uncertain. Breakinridge needs your hand in guidance at this time, the whole future of this nation hangs in the balance of his hands- there is no longer room for uncertainty. Christ, I would like to thank you for your sacrifice. If it was not for your blood I would not be where I’m today. Thank you. In your name, Amen. Senator Desmoulins looked at his watch, the senate was about to convene soon- he spent all the night in the rotunda.
Morning
Senator Desmoulins walked towards the chamber. Senator Camhouille
was there, wearing a puffy white shirt, a blue waistcoat, red scarf and black
pants. Senator J’lay was in a green
overcoat and long pants like Camhouille’s. Senator Saint-Just was also there,
in his normal red waistcoat and black overcoat. They all were outraged! One
option was left for Van Fordley if she was convicted of her crimes,
expulsion. Senator Van Fordley was nervous; she adjusted her expensive
purple waistcoat and looked frantically around the room. “The senate is now in
order” said Supreme Court Justice Michael Purcell who was in charge of the
senate meeting now that the vice president was in question of corruption. “I
demand to be heard!” Saint-Just requested the floor “Van Fordley approached the
honorable Senator Camhouille one night and threatened her- I saw it. I was there;
I remember hearing Van Fordley’s threats about thermidor. Van Fordley has been
bribing senators, and by the looks of this paper lying about where she is
giving the money I believe expulsion is the only option.” Senator Camhouille
was next on the floor “I hate accusing others; however in a situation like this
it is a must. It is true Senator Van Fordley threatened me. This is a
government of the people and must remain honest and open to the people. To have
a virtuous republic, the representatives must be held in check to the people. Van
Fordley has been using lies and manipulation to stay in power. I’m sorry Van
Fordley, I shall vote for expulsion.” Senator J’lay came up to the podium next
“Michele Van Fordley, as much as I want to maintain a moderate position- she is
guilty of lies and corruption and I support expulsion.” Next came Senator
Murray, Van Fordley sank further in her chair as he spoke “our founders designed
this government to be open to the people. Exactly what Van Fordley is not doing?” Van Fordley had enough when Murray was done
speaking she ran up to the podium: “Senators! I have been accused repeatedly on
this podium. I’m innocent, those papers- I don’t know where they are from. You
know me I’m your friend. I was born in wealth but when the revolution hit I
lost it all, all we have in the here and the now. You can’t blame a girl for
wanting a little money?” Senator Van Fordley was finished. Senator Breakinridge
felt a peace I can’t explain this
feeling, it seems so foreign- what is it? Senator Breakinridge stood up.
Van Fordley breathed a sigh of relief- Senator Breakinridge was going to save
her- she knew it. Senator Breakinridge looked at Van Fordley and started
speaking “Van Fordley and I come from the same state; it is suffering severely
financially and in need of this money.” Van Fordley smiled- get them
Breakinridge! Breakinridge continued “however this bill is not how it appears-
Honorable Senator Desmoulins is right. Michele Van Fordley is using this bill
for her own gains and her own money making. I’m sorry Van Fordley, this may
cost me my career but I vote for expulsion!” the room was silenced, one of
Michele Van Fordley’s own coming out against her. Van Fordley clutched her head
in agony was the vote was made. Saint
Just…aye, Desmoulins… aye, Camhouille… aye, J’lay…aye.
Murray…aye……..Breakinridge… age. “Resolved:
Michele Van Fordley is expelled from the senate for high crimes and
misdemeanors. “ Van Fordley angrily stormed out of the room. Michele Van
Fordley could barely contain her anger as she ran to the press: “They have
betrayed me! The Revolutionaries will be destroyed mark my words! New York will
prevail.”
Last of Van Fordley, but not the Counterrevolutionaries
Van Fordley took the
train from Capitol South station and road into New York City. While on the
train Van Fordley had a plan, she picked up a bottle of poison she had. Perhaps I shall drink this, and blame my
death on the revolutionaries. Van Fordley took the bottle and sipped it.
The train stopped in New York City. Van Fordley was greeted by an angry mob of
peasants “traitor!” they shouted at Van Fordley. “I can explain!” Van Fordley
tried to yell over the crowd. “I was betrayed, I want to serve you still. Don’t
believe the lies that come out of DC, I’m your leader- you know and love me.”
The people were conflicted; Van Fordley did serve them well for a long time.
Michele for this occasion was not dressed in the normal fine clothes she wore
in Washington City, but dressed in rags to appear like a peasant. Michele Van
Fordley felt a funny pain, she collapsed. It was a stroke. Michele was
unconscious and felt her spirit leaving her before the crowd, Michele Van
Fordley died. Michele realized there was an afterlife pretty quickly. A man
walked up to her corpse “maybe she was poisoned by the revolutionaries!” the
people nodded their heads, most of them were from the slums and had no
knowledge of medical issues at all. Michele Van Fordley’s body was arranged by
the peasants, they buried her near the center of the city, on her tombstone was
written: “Michele Van Fordley, poisoned by the revolutionaries.”
Desmoulins knows Better
James Desmoulins picked up the newspaper “I firmly believe
Van Fordley killed herself and is trying to put the blame on us.” Saint-Just
picked up the paper “chickens… poisoning? really? they have to be joking.”
Murray frowned “never underestimate uneducated masses, for they can form mobs
and make noise.” Senator Camhouille frowned “I feel sorry for Van Fordley; she
was a victim of this whole thing. However, I feel like her death may agitate
New York’s distrust of the other states. The people liked her, even though I
don’t understand why. She manipulated them and used them for her own cause.”
J’lay frowned “she never knew the truth; I’d hate to be in her shoes right now
standing before her maker. She had good intentions; her love of wealth though
consumed her.” The senate gave no recognition of Van Fordley, and went on with
business as usual. Senator Camhouille became an increasingly powerful senator. She
wasn't in any official party leadership office, other then what she called
"a plain senator" but in reality, Camhouille along with J’lay and Murray
became one of the most prominent senators to serve. The Great Triumvirate
became better known than the actual floor leaders! Charismatic and cheerful
Danielle J’lay of Kentucky orator and passionate Ryan Murray of Massachusetts,
and intense thinker and stubborn Caroline Camhouille of South Carolina.
South Carolina was outraged at the horrible way New York was
praising Van Fordley. “Citizens!” Peter Saint-Just called out during a town
hall meeting in South Carolina “We in South Carolina know the truth. Michele
Van Fordley was a tyrant. New York refuses to acknowledge her faults.” Senator Camhouille
overheard Saint-Just “Peter, I’m not from New York. I have never been to New
York, but you exaggerate. There are good people in that state and we can’t
criticize them all.” Saint-Just sat down “yes, they do have some good people, but
I can’t stand their prevailing thoughts.”
Stepping on the Revolution
President
Dickinson had spies and was sending troops to South Carolina. South
Carolina was still nullifying the tariffs that congress passed. With all of the
confusion and talk about Van Fordley’s removal from office- they never got a
chance to repeal the tariff. Against the cold snow, and sparkling marble of DC an
intense quite prevailed. “President Dickinson! You are out of your mind!”
protested Danielle J’lay. “President Dickinson, listen to me!” Senator
Andrew Millson of Maine tried to get his attention “I’m your political
supporter, but this has gone too far! Remove your troops from South Carolina at
once!” Dickinson just smirked. The senators heads turned towards…. Caroline
Camhouille, having been elected by a landslide to the United States Senate,
shortly after resigning the Vice Presidency. Senator Camhouille took
the floor, looked President Dickinson right in the eyes. “Mr. President,
you are violating several amendments. I’ll start with the forth, arresting
citizens without warrant. Shall I continue? The first violating free speech.
And….” “Silence!” the president demanded. Senator Peter Saint-Just also of
South Carolina took the floor “Mr. President, what rights have you to silence a
senator?” Andrew Dickinson was silent. “I move for censure!” demanded
Danielle J’lay. “Senators!” Camhouille
took the floor “All in favor of censoring President Andrew Dickinson say
‘aye!’” The whole senate screamed “aye!” in unity. The senate passed a
censure on President Dickinson, he couldn’t be impeached since he controlled
the media and the citizens were ignorant of his deeds. South Carolina wasn't
backing down and neither was Dickinson. After the censor however,
Dickinson was forced to remove troops and peace was restored.
Andrew
while under censer devised a cunning move. He was going to capture Indian land
for the oil and transport Indians to the Nevada dessert. This plan was denounced
and killed in Congress, yet the issue went to the Supreme Court. Cloaked in a
heavy black robe Chief Justice Michael Farris declared the act to be
unconstitutional, Andrew Dickinson approached Farris and their eyes met;
"Go enforce it!" Dickinson demanded. Farris kept quiet, the court was
powerless to stop Dickinson. The troops marched into a reservation in North
Dakota. An Indian chief ran out “wait sir! but the government promised out
fathers these lands! you cannot take them away from us!” the national guardsman
smirked at the chief “do you seriously believe the government would keep that
promise? March on!” the troop rounded up the Indians and amongst the tears and
screams the Indians were physically marched on their way to Nevada.
On the
senate floor Senator Murray rose in indignation “President Dickinson has no
right to do this!”
Senator Camhouille
than spoke “We must take this to the next level, does anybody want to impeach
Dickinson for this gross crime he committed against our native tribes in the
name of money?”
The
measure was taken to a vote- the House of Representatives was able to impeach
Andrew Dickinson, and the United States Senate was able to removed President
Andrew Dickinson from office.
J’lay
During
this period Danielle J’lay began to recall past memories... something stood out
to her. Danielle took the floor one day and wanted to say something to the
citizens “I have been thinking, I served a long life in office. Throughout
these years I have seen much corruption and I have seen much good. I must
apologize for anything I have done that may have been corrupt.” Although
personally she did not do anything illegal, the events and rampant corruption
disgusted her as well as Sens. Murray and Camhouille, so she felt it necessary
just to apologize to those in the gallery for the horrible corruption she and
her friends saw around them. After Van Fordley, the people wanted a new hero,
one who was a "man of the people" like the legendary Andrew Dickinson
had been. Come election season the candidates appeared; Michele Van
Fordley, who in vain hoped for a victory. Danielle J’lay, who had be
campaigning for years for the presidency. Danielle was thought to be the
nominee for her party, but the nomination surprised everybody--- Michael Henry
Wilson. Wilson was from Indiana, and a hero from the war. He fought off the
British bravely and captured the imagination of the people. Huge campaign
posters, parades, and festivals awaited him on the campaign trail. Wilson's
campaign crushed Van Fordley's in a landslide. One thing however Wilson
was self-conscious about--- his age. Wilson was 80, although not the oldest
president he most certainly was up there in age. To prove his opponents wrong
Wilson made a seven hour inauguration address, he contracted pneumonia shortly
afterwards from standing in the cold and died. Wilson was the shortest serving
president, serving one week. Taking office next was a little known Vice
President Mary Jones. Mary Jones was tall for a woman, about 5'6 and slightly
overweight. She had long black hair, and blue eyes, and oval shape face and a
Roman nose. She was not exactly the most social person at all, and hated the
spotlight. Wilson named quite and she Mary Jones as his vice president because
Mary contrasted greatly to Wilson's flamboyant style. Mary did not want the
office of president at all, but felt obliged to take it. Mary's first
week was rough-- Congress did not see her as the "real" president
because it has been exactly 90 years since the last president, Kennedy died in
office. Congress teased her as the "acting president." Matters
got worse, Jone's Secretary of State Abigail Upspur died of an unexpected heart
attack. Mary Jones needed a new Secretary of State. Senator Caroline Camhouille
of South Carolina may have been the perfect choice. Mary awkwardly approached
the senator from behind and tapped her on the arm. Senator Camhouille looked
puzzled, Mary steered at her for a while mumbling until she asked her to be
Secretary of State. Camhouille accepted.
Waiting
President Jones' presidency ended with a very quite presidency, congress did most of the drama and work. States Rights was growing to be an unruly issue. Congress at this point approved each state’s law; some states passed "Declarations of Nullification" declaring they do not have to follow the federal government if it does something unconstitutional. Congress was trying to make sure an even number of states supported and opposed nullification. Camhouille briefly thought of retiring to her beautiful plantation in the Blue Ridge Mountains, Dogwood Hill but that thought vanished from her mind as soon as Camhouille heard of the drama going on in the senate. Re-elected to the Senate, Camhouille did not hesitate to help out with the reforms. Senator Camhouille took the floor; “Mr. President!” Camhouille’s strong voice got the attention of everybody in the room; “In the name of equality, we are doing something grossly unequal in this union. Many people are not having a chance to live due to the other’s choices. I propose we pass this bill to give them equal rights.” J’lay hesitated for a second; “Senator Camhouille, I’m just as pro-life as you are- but are you sure this is a wise way to go about it? I’d say gradual abolition is best.” Saint-Just held in a scoff; “Gradual abolition? 50,000,000 children murdered throughout the years. Gradual abolition seems like a joke, how could we postpone justice?” The Pro-Life amendment was trying to get passed federally, to abolish abortion in all states, most of the union- 40 states to be exact have abolished abortion already. The budget was balanced and more states and individuals were free to choose. All the national parks were sold and given to the states to pay off the debt. The social programs were not gone, but they were given to the states. The states’ rights movement was not approved by all, a large group in America resented it. Freedom was the slogan of Senator Camhouille --- she hated excessive rules and regulations, and would give anything for freedom. She worked herself to the limits, emerged in politics. For freedom was her reason, she was going to never give up. Senator Camhouille took the senate floor and began speaking; “Citizens!” her voice still boomed loudly across the senate chamber capturing every ear in sight; “Now is a time in history of great choices. Our rights and liberties are at stake, the federal government is trying to chip away on rights such as freedom of speech, the press is being moderated as more and more radical opinions appear. This is wrong, I may not agree with these radicals but they have just as much of a right to speech as I do standing before you today citizens. When I was young I always knew the importance of our American values, I believe God gave us natural rights that no government should take away. If a government tries to take away these rights, the people must remove these officials from office this fight for political freedom is long and hard, but the reward at the end will be worth it. So many have given up and lost hope, but hope is still there. I do not fear for myself, I’m content and at ease. I love America and do not want any harm to befall her, I cannot stop now. When I die you must take up my fight I beg of you. This is my one request- for the citizens always to be vigilant and always keep a guard on our freedoms, lest they be taken away. Children shall be trained in learning about freedoms and liberties. America shall be a happy union. May others take this place I have filled someday for the name of freedom.” “Jones did not seek re-election; she retired to her home in Maine. During the next election cycle Danielle J’lay ran for president, against Michael Polk of California. Polk was a huge proponent of expansion, and encouraged immigrants to come to the United States and populate the West. This may have been Danielle's chance to finally win the presidency! Polk also was strongly opposed to Danielle's amendments having all states approve national laws. Polk won, beating Danielle by a few votes. "I'd rather be right then get elected to the presidency!" Danielle said. She would now rather lose the presidential election, if it meant sacrificing her views to win. Danielle J’lay approached the Senate and announced her retirement, until "duty calls." As she was leaving Senator Caroline Camhouille stood up and extended her hand, Danielle just embraced Caroline. Camhouille retired also--- but that only lasted a month, she discovered she was re-nominated by the South Carolina Legislator to return to the Senate. Senator Camhouille agreed with Polk on expanding states rights, Senator Murray did not. Murray eloquently spoke against them on the senate floor. A few years later, Danielle J’lay was denominated to the Senate. The Great Triumvirate reigned once more!
President Jones' presidency ended with a very quite presidency, congress did most of the drama and work. States Rights was growing to be an unruly issue. Congress at this point approved each state’s law; some states passed "Declarations of Nullification" declaring they do not have to follow the federal government if it does something unconstitutional. Congress was trying to make sure an even number of states supported and opposed nullification. Camhouille briefly thought of retiring to her beautiful plantation in the Blue Ridge Mountains, Dogwood Hill but that thought vanished from her mind as soon as Camhouille heard of the drama going on in the senate. Re-elected to the Senate, Camhouille did not hesitate to help out with the reforms. Senator Camhouille took the floor; “Mr. President!” Camhouille’s strong voice got the attention of everybody in the room; “In the name of equality, we are doing something grossly unequal in this union. Many people are not having a chance to live due to the other’s choices. I propose we pass this bill to give them equal rights.” J’lay hesitated for a second; “Senator Camhouille, I’m just as pro-life as you are- but are you sure this is a wise way to go about it? I’d say gradual abolition is best.” Saint-Just held in a scoff; “Gradual abolition? 50,000,000 children murdered throughout the years. Gradual abolition seems like a joke, how could we postpone justice?” The Pro-Life amendment was trying to get passed federally, to abolish abortion in all states, most of the union- 40 states to be exact have abolished abortion already. The budget was balanced and more states and individuals were free to choose. All the national parks were sold and given to the states to pay off the debt. The social programs were not gone, but they were given to the states. The states’ rights movement was not approved by all, a large group in America resented it. Freedom was the slogan of Senator Camhouille --- she hated excessive rules and regulations, and would give anything for freedom. She worked herself to the limits, emerged in politics. For freedom was her reason, she was going to never give up. Senator Camhouille took the senate floor and began speaking; “Citizens!” her voice still boomed loudly across the senate chamber capturing every ear in sight; “Now is a time in history of great choices. Our rights and liberties are at stake, the federal government is trying to chip away on rights such as freedom of speech, the press is being moderated as more and more radical opinions appear. This is wrong, I may not agree with these radicals but they have just as much of a right to speech as I do standing before you today citizens. When I was young I always knew the importance of our American values, I believe God gave us natural rights that no government should take away. If a government tries to take away these rights, the people must remove these officials from office this fight for political freedom is long and hard, but the reward at the end will be worth it. So many have given up and lost hope, but hope is still there. I do not fear for myself, I’m content and at ease. I love America and do not want any harm to befall her, I cannot stop now. When I die you must take up my fight I beg of you. This is my one request- for the citizens always to be vigilant and always keep a guard on our freedoms, lest they be taken away. Children shall be trained in learning about freedoms and liberties. America shall be a happy union. May others take this place I have filled someday for the name of freedom.” “Jones did not seek re-election; she retired to her home in Maine. During the next election cycle Danielle J’lay ran for president, against Michael Polk of California. Polk was a huge proponent of expansion, and encouraged immigrants to come to the United States and populate the West. This may have been Danielle's chance to finally win the presidency! Polk also was strongly opposed to Danielle's amendments having all states approve national laws. Polk won, beating Danielle by a few votes. "I'd rather be right then get elected to the presidency!" Danielle said. She would now rather lose the presidential election, if it meant sacrificing her views to win. Danielle J’lay approached the Senate and announced her retirement, until "duty calls." As she was leaving Senator Caroline Camhouille stood up and extended her hand, Danielle just embraced Caroline. Camhouille retired also--- but that only lasted a month, she discovered she was re-nominated by the South Carolina Legislator to return to the Senate. Senator Camhouille agreed with Polk on expanding states rights, Senator Murray did not. Murray eloquently spoke against them on the senate floor. A few years later, Danielle J’lay was denominated to the Senate. The Great Triumvirate reigned once more!
Radicalism
The election brought in newer, younger members of the senate. Senators Tabitha Rhett, Rachel Midland, Cara Millson, Pazo, Andrew Millson, Peter Saint-Just and Allee Sumner were elected. One man, Nicholas Garrison published a paper called “The Massachusetts Times” this paper was filled with vehement anti- states’ rights language. Ryan Murray, although opposed to nullification openly denounced Garrison.
The election brought in newer, younger members of the senate. Senators Tabitha Rhett, Rachel Midland, Cara Millson, Pazo, Andrew Millson, Peter Saint-Just and Allee Sumner were elected. One man, Nicholas Garrison published a paper called “The Massachusetts Times” this paper was filled with vehement anti- states’ rights language. Ryan Murray, although opposed to nullification openly denounced Garrison.
Jacobins Everywhere!
In San Francisco, California a rundown
office existed. It was on the 55th floor of a skyscraper. Papers
were skewed across the floor, left over empty cups once full of coffee were
dumped at the floor. At the desk was one Nicholas Garrison. Garrison was bald,
with two large brown eyes. He sat on his ripped leather chair and began
writing; “The Evils of States Rights” No, Garrison could do better- he had to
do something more attacking, more personal. “Comparisons between Senator Caroline
Camhouille and the leaders of the French Revolution: Why States Rights Supports
Are Our Jacobins.” There he had it! His titles had to be shocking, and evoke
fear. After all, fear was a weapon- a very powerful weapon.
Garrison
didn’t give up though; his repulsive language greatly offended the states
favoring states rights. Over time, the states in the South, Mid-Atlantic, and Mid-West
favored nullification and states’ rights. While states in New England and the
West Coast favored a centralized government. This issue has been debated
since the days of old, but due to the intense emotions on both side, and the
fading off influence of the compromisers… war was nearly inevitable. In the history of the United States of
America, states’ rights have always been an issue. Since the American
Revolution it was instrumental in the American culture. Americans more so than
other nations, are very resentful of a centralized government. Before the
American Revolution, Great Britain practiced “salutary neglect” and ignored the
colonies. This practice gave the colonies a better perspective of states rights
and a more independent spirit. During the 1770s when England grew increasingly
centralized, Americans hated this and started a revolution. The American
Revolution of 1776 was a revolt against centralization of authority. Throughout
American history the main question has been “is this infringing on states’
rights?”
Caroline Camhouille earned a reputation as an "intense thinker", a true lover of intellectual discourse as were the other two members of the triumvirate. She was a strong champion of states’ rights and nullification, although Camhouille would secede if provoked. Senator Camhouille published a "Discourse" laying out her theories of government; this energized the states’ rights side, as Senator Murray gave eloquent speeches about keeping the union together.
As the new, younger voices came through changes happened. The union was divided, a compromise needed to be hammered out. The issue that tore the union apart was, nullification--still.
The Great Triumvirate served their remaining days in the Senate. Although they each wanted to retire, they decided it was their duty to stay.
Polk pushed through and enforced these new changes, leaving entitlement to the states, leaving national parks to the states. He greatly eliminated much of the work done in the 20th century; America was back to its routes. Polk accomplished so much work, after he left office he died of a heart attack.
The next presidential election nominated Matthew Taylor as the candidate for one party, opposing Philip Case of the other party. Taylor and Case ran against each other, both were heroes in the war. Taylor won the election. With Taylor's victory convened the new legislative session, the old senators fading into the past and a new younger generation taking their place. Camhouille, J’lay and Murray have served for slightly over a half-century.
At this point, despite all the progress-- states still needed laws approved by the 14th amendment. Many states decided to nullify the 14th amendment, however there needed to be an even number of states nullifying the 14th amendment. Congress needed to make sure the balance was not off. Maine wanted to nullify it, therefore another state needed to approve it. No other state wanted to approve the 14th amendment, this resulted in troubles.
Last of the Compromises
Caroline Camhouille earned a reputation as an "intense thinker", a true lover of intellectual discourse as were the other two members of the triumvirate. She was a strong champion of states’ rights and nullification, although Camhouille would secede if provoked. Senator Camhouille published a "Discourse" laying out her theories of government; this energized the states’ rights side, as Senator Murray gave eloquent speeches about keeping the union together.
As the new, younger voices came through changes happened. The union was divided, a compromise needed to be hammered out. The issue that tore the union apart was, nullification--still.
The Great Triumvirate served their remaining days in the Senate. Although they each wanted to retire, they decided it was their duty to stay.
Polk pushed through and enforced these new changes, leaving entitlement to the states, leaving national parks to the states. He greatly eliminated much of the work done in the 20th century; America was back to its routes. Polk accomplished so much work, after he left office he died of a heart attack.
The next presidential election nominated Matthew Taylor as the candidate for one party, opposing Philip Case of the other party. Taylor and Case ran against each other, both were heroes in the war. Taylor won the election. With Taylor's victory convened the new legislative session, the old senators fading into the past and a new younger generation taking their place. Camhouille, J’lay and Murray have served for slightly over a half-century.
At this point, despite all the progress-- states still needed laws approved by the 14th amendment. Many states decided to nullify the 14th amendment, however there needed to be an even number of states nullifying the 14th amendment. Congress needed to make sure the balance was not off. Maine wanted to nullify it, therefore another state needed to approve it. No other state wanted to approve the 14th amendment, this resulted in troubles.
Last of the Compromises
Danielle
J’lay was ill. Her chest hurt constantly, and she was in more pain then she
could ever imagine. Her brown eyes widened No!
she thought, not this! Danielle
grabbed the iron rail of the bed and tried to climb out- she took the black
phone from the hook and dialed a doctor. A few minutes later, Dr. Mareqa
arrived. “Doctor, I have been experiencing something troubling lately” Danielle
said; “I have been sweating every night, experiencing great stress and fatigue,
also I have been” she paused and hesitated for the last description “chest
pains.” The doctor shook his head, and took out his kit to exam Senator J’lay.
J’lay layed down as the stethoscope examined her- the doctor shook her head; “Senator J’lay, I
regret to inform you that you have an advanced case of angina pectoris. You may
only have months to live.” J’lay fidgeted in her chair, in a state of
disbelief.
Danielle J’lay had a feeling this issue will tear apart the Union so she proposed a compromise; "Maine will allow nullification, no states below the Mason-Dixon line can forbid nullification however. No state above the mason-Dixon line other then Maine can allow it."
Ryan Murray leaned on his cane and arose; "This may cost me the election, Massachusetts and Maine and very interlinked and one of them allowing something the other will not will not go over will. However, I feel it is the right thing to do in order to save the union." Ryan made his stance.
J’lay needed Camhouille’s stance, but Camhouille was absent. J’lay knew just where to look, she walked down to Capitol Hill's Boarding House and creaked open the door to Room 102. Senator Camhouille was bent over her desk writing away. "Caroline?" the senator looked up "Danielle? how nice to see you."
"I'm here because I have a compromise."
"I have heard."
"It's your approval I want."
Senator Camhouille looked towards the floor, "I'm afraid, I cannot give it will divide the union in two."
"The union is already divided; I'm trying to keep it together."
"I'm sorry, I can't."
J’lay knew this compromise would be lost without the South. She needed it past though.
The next day, Senator Camhouille decided she would vote in favor of the compromise, if it preserved the union even for a few more years."
She was too weak to leave the room, suffering from Consumption however she forced herself out and arrived through the backdoor of the Senate chamber. Two younger senators helped Camhouille into her seat.
Danielle was speaking; "I may not have much longer to compromise. It's up to you; I’ve been diagnosed with a heart disease. This is my last effort to bring peace to the union. My honorable colleague Senator Camhouille objected to the...."
Grabbing the chair by the arms Senator Camhouille; "The Senator from South Carolina approves."
Turning around Danielle's eyes filled with tears, as did the entire gallery. The compromise was approved.
Danielle returned to her senate office coughing veraciously. Danielle heaving Both of Peter’s parents were killed by the debris. Heaved for air, nothing was coming. She suddenly fell on the floor grasping for air. Clutching her heart, Danielle felt palpitations. Danielle closed her brown eyes I’m ready after a long time in the senate; this may have been her time to go home. Danielle weakly uttered a phrase “for the union!” and expired. Reporter Christine Brown ran into the office frantically and saw the body. Christine bent towards the body and saw the great Senator J’lay was no more, Christine started crying. J’lay’s funeral was held the following day, her body lay in the senate chamber in her finest green dress. The whole union was mourning the loss of their compromiser. Danielle J’lay was buried in Kentucky, under a tombstone that read “the union forever and always.”
Afterwards
Camhouille arose in the dimly lit senate chamber, a solemn feeling had pervaded the atmosphere. Moderation was no longer an option, there was no backing down for the states rights fraction, for liberty shall not be held silent neither shall liberty be held in bondage. For freedom is the force which guides humans and guides the way they think and interact. Camhouille herself was liberty in person, she was the voice of the future that nothing was going to silence it no matter what may fall. Radical change was happening right before our character's eyes, the future was coming. The Counterrevolutionary fraction was not going to listen to the Revolutionary fraction, neither side was going to compromise without J'lay- neither side was going to yield. The Counterrevolutionaries were in power, and not going to let the revolutionaries have a say in anything. "Senators!" Camhouille sounded "It pains me to say this, but after repeatedly being denied the floor by the counterrevolutionaries we have no place for this. No room for tyranny to silence the voice of liberty, the people are in the streets, this will only end one way- the revolution is at our doorsteps and there is no stopping it now. This nation has two clear paths- to move into the way of liberty, or into the way of tyranny. It is your time to choose now citizens." Camhouille sat down, and all was silent.
Camhouille
arrived back at her senate office and glanced at a paper on her desk, the paper
read “Senator Camhouille, while you, J’lay and Murray were away- the senate
passed a bill making speech against the government treason- Secretary
Davenport”
Camhouille’s brows furrowed as she read the note, surely enough this bill was passed against the knowledge of several senators. Such an act was sly on part of the counterrevolutionaries to strengthen central control.
Camhouille’s brows furrowed as she read the note, surely enough this bill was passed against the knowledge of several senators. Such an act was sly on part of the counterrevolutionaries to strengthen central control.
Camhouille
sat down and sent an alert to her citizens to be read on their cell phones- the
alert read “Citizens of South Carolina, a bill was passed against yours and my
own knowledge making all speech against the government treasonous. Sincerely,
Senator Camhouille.”
The
following day in the senate Murray stood up “it has come to my attention that
there is some discontent in South Carolina, is this true?”
Camhouille took the floor “Yes, it is.
Murray entered the conversation “may I be in the wrong if I ask why South Carolina is so discontent with the current state of affairs?”
Camhouille looked Murray in the eye “Honorable Senator Murray, it has come to my attention a bill passed the senate when we were not here, it is a bill infringing on the freedom of speech saying
Camhouille took the floor “Yes, it is.
Murray entered the conversation “may I be in the wrong if I ask why South Carolina is so discontent with the current state of affairs?”
Camhouille looked Murray in the eye “Honorable Senator Murray, it has come to my attention a bill passed the senate when we were not here, it is a bill infringing on the freedom of speech saying
Senator Camhouille was still working in the senate. “Senator!” Dr. Wheels ran up to her “your health is not as resolute as in youth, you have consumption. Surely, you cannot go on like this! You must retire and let somebody else take your place?” Senator Camhouille looked at the doctor and gave him a face; “retire? How could I think of such nonsense when our rights are being threatened still, I must remain- my own life is not what matters at all. I’m the leader of the nullifiers, the people depend on me. I’m the citizen’s voice and cannot think of letting them down. It is my duty to remain in office no matter what. I love Dogwood Hill Plantation; I spent years trying to make that place beautiful. I cannot however return to my plantation and consider an idol life. Liberty is what I stand for, equality- for the unborn have more of a voice than they used to but that is still not enough. America is who I’m engaged to, I made that choice long ago and there is no returning no going back. How could I be silent at a time like this? I cannot. For we have too much at stake during this time. Freedom is at stake, the union is being torn in two. We must keep fighting, surrender is nothing. For the future will be bright once all humans shape our political environment to ensure that our essential rights and liberties shall live on long past our own lives.” Senator Camhouille still looked quite young, easily could be mistaken on appearances as being 10 or 20 years younger than she already was. For liberty itself always seems like a new idea, although it is ages older than one may guess. Time seems not to have touched her, for when she entered the senate she looked about was young, and age could not hold her hostage for she was still young. Her sea green eyes still revealed the depths of nullification and she was seen by many as the fight and struggle for liberty personified. Senator Camhouille however contracted consumption, all was not well. The doctor left, Senator Camhouille was going to remain in the political fight no matter what was thrown at her. She was advised to rest that day- but Senator Camhouille knew no such thing. Packing her senate papers Camhouille was off to the senate chamber. The senate chamber was full that day; crowds of citizens were packing the gallery in numbers that have not been seen since the 1800s. Camhouille the senator from South Carolina took the floor; “Camhouille cletched her fist- her stubbornness was getting in the way again, her consumption was worsening- she had to continue though, America was greater than her life. Camhouille’s idealism sometimes blinded her to the critical state of the union, but she was not so far idealistic she did not see that these United States were in the middle of crumbling. She was a strong and powerful leader, citizens naturally looked to her- and she was going to use what she had in her to save the union. “Citizens!” Camhouille started the speech again, this time looking at every member of the senate and gallery. The old and young were there, women and men, every race was represented. “these United States may be very diverse but we have something in common- we all love liberty and believe the people can govern themselves best locally. This has been part of our culture since the first American Revolution in 1775. The union is at stake of being dissolved. I plead for liberty and equality more now than at any other point! Equality my friends means every citizen has a voice and every citizen has a right to live. I’m talking about the unborn here, we cannot claim to be for equality and forget about them. Liberty means that we all can govern ourselves and we have rights such as freedom of speech, freedom of assembly, freedom of the press, freedom of religion, freedom of political belief. Citizens! Now is the time for reform. Citizens! the future is going to be bright, but we must get past these dismal clouds.” Camhouille stopped and had trouble breathing. Her tuberculosis was not bothering her; she had to go on with the message of liberty.
The Spark of Revolution
It was near, riots were in the streets trying to intensify into that one great revolution. Revolution was the word on every citizen's mind. South Carolina had enough of the federal government's abuse of power and was getting called to arms. Caroline Camhouille their fearless senator stood on a table "Citizens! The future is upon us! The government still is not listening to us, and it is time for us to come to arms. I have been considering this for some time but believed it was not right. After careful analysis of the situation, I believe now is the time for revolution. We have tried reconciliation and compromise, but the federal government is expanding power. Sometimes progress needs revolution to survive, after years of negotiating without avail now is the time- to the revolution!" The crowd cheered. When Camhouille was about to make a decision, she had to think it through- this rebellion was very carefully planned. The revolution was on the horizon just as red as the sunset that was in the distance as Camhouille spoke. The people looked up at Camhouille they would follow her into the fire that lay before them.
Camhouille’s Crusade, Revolutionaries Awake
It
was night in Washington. The darkness of the atmosphere engulfed the nation. A
revolution was coming, was Camhouille to lead the revolution? She would. Camhouille
was a very rational person, thoughts governed her movements. However, she most
certainly was a revolutionary and could lead a revolution.
Nullifiers
were angrily lining the streets where the unionists were throwing stones. Camhouille,
holding the flag of nullification came to the fight. Citizens came out of the
woodworks to march behind Camhouille. Camhouille had no military experience
whatsoever... Camhouille was a senator, but also powerful leader- citizens were
drawn by her charisma and leadership. In
the midst of this chaos a man saw Camhouille, he held up his gun and she ran.
Before Senator Camhouille knew it she was pinned against the wall by several
angry counterrevolutionaries
“Will
you give up the revolution?”
Camhouille looked them in the eyes, her sea green eyes focused on each of them with an intense glare strong enough to drill a hole into their hearts.
Camhouille looked them in the eyes, her sea green eyes focused on each of them with an intense glare strong enough to drill a hole into their hearts.
“Even
when I’m gone, others shall continue to fight. May others take my fight up when
I’m no longer able? I shall speak with every breath I have in me for liberty
and freedom. I cannot stop now; it would be a crime against my calling. I may
be the leader of this fraction, but my death should not hinder the fight. If I
die others must take my place.”
Camhouille
finished and looked at the counterrevolutionaries who did not want the ideas of
nullification and liberty to prevail. The counterrevolutionaries looked at her
one more time and one of them pointed his rifle in her direction. Camhouille
was unlatched looking at them calmly. One of them took aim and fired. Camhouille
felt a pain in her chest; she clutched one hand to it. Her vision grew blurry
but she kept looking ahead at the counterrevolutionaries. Her spirit was
leaving her at this moment, she felt a peace. The crowd was confused among the
chaos, but as the tension calmed the senator’s body was found. Her face was
serene and full of peace; people did not hear much of what happened through the
confusion except her last words rang loud and clear. Camhouille’s spirit was
now in heaven. The senator took the
place of the revolutionaries that were going to be killed; the leader alone was
enough to satisfy. The counterrevolutionaries left the corpse, the people
hesitated and were unsure of what just happened- all they heard was Camhouille’s
words than a huge bang.
Peter Saint-Just of South Carolina and Tabitha
Harrison of Virginia ran to her side “Senator!” Saint-Just was on the verge of
crying for the one figure he admired in the senate. Saint-Just hugged the
corpse close to him “Please, Camhouille! Live! You must get them! you must get
those traitors to our revolution!” Tabitha put a hand on Saint-Just and they
both started crying. One by one of the senator’s dearest friends came to the
body and cried upon the site of it. The citizens also, many who only knew her
name were in shock over her demise.
.
One of the most influential leaders of the nullifiers was gone and in heaven.
The revolution’s leader was dead. The whole chamber stood shocked. The people
stared in shock at her body leaning against the wall, sea green eyes still open
defiantly staring down the enemy in the name of the people. Tears were given,
and even those who disagreed with her politics were forever thankful for the
sacrifice the senator gave for the people. Her body was carried by Saint-Just
in a feeble attempt to relieve her. “Please!
Don’t be dead!!” Saint-Just frantically screamed as he saw the leader’s body to
no avail.
The
following week was the funeral of the honorable senator. Camhouille’s body was
clothed in the same overcoat she stood up to President Dickinson in as she
stood on the café table calling South Carolina to stand up, nullification sash
around her waist and her nullification cockade. Even in death Camhouille’s youthful features
were beautiful and at peace. Camhouille did not look dead, she only looked
asleep. Most certainly Camhouille’s revolution was not dead; her spirit was
never going to die. Senator Camhouille’s coffin lay in state for millions to
see. A long line of citizens filed past the coffin. Many citizens stayed at the
coffin to mourn, but were hurried on by all the other masses. It seemed
impossible for the citizens to all see Camhouille’s body before the burial. Nullifiers
felt shocked at the loss of their leader who gave her very life for them.
Unionist was in awe and admiration of a senator who could give every last bit
she had for her impression on liberty. The senator’s final speech weighed heavy
on everybody’s heart. Desmoulins approached the coffin; Camhouille was only a
few years younger than him. Desmoulins put his hand on the coffin and looked at
the great Camhouille and his eyes teared up I
know she is in heaven. But what did she die for? She looks so fragile in this coffin;
I’m not used to seeing Camhouille in such a vulnerable state. Poor Camhouille!
She died heroically, but must have been in so much pain. With Camhouille gone
who knows what will happen to the states’ rights fraction with the radicals
taking charge. I will see you again Camhouille, may you enjoy your eternal
peace.
.
“I can’t believe she is gone…” Senator Murray said after delivering an eulogy. Murray
was aging, his brown hair had turned totally white, and his blue eyes still had
a spark of youth. Murray looked up at the tombstone; “I may not have agreed
with you on everything senator, but I shall keep fighting.” Murray and Camhouille may have been opponents,
but in a way they agreed on so much All
we disagreed on was nullification, but you had the basics right Camhouille- you
really did. Oh I’ll miss you; the senate chamber will never be the same. Peter
Saint-Just without his mentor looked confused, how was the senate to go on
without Senator Camhouille , tears filled his brown eyes- how could somebody sacrifice
so much, down to their very life for “liberty?” such an abstract idea. Saint-Just
refused to look at the body, she was not dead! Camhouille was not in that box
lifeless! Camhouille’s spirit was going to cause the people to rise again.
It
was a bright sunny day; however the weather did not match the mood of
revolutionary South Carolina. The revolution’s leader was now dead.. The
citizens came out in droves to follow the departed senator. Millions lined up
by the grave site, Saint-Just struggled to get a look. There he saw the coffin,
laying right by the hole- his leader lay in it. How could somebody give her whole life for a concept? Saint-Just
thought No mere human could, or could
they? The coffin was placed under
the earth and slowly buried amongst the crying citizens. The tombstone covering
Camhouille’s resting place was large and marble, it could be seen across the
graveyard. Saint-Just frowned somebody
who gave her life for the people probably would not approve of such a huge
stone On the tombstone was engraved her accomplishments and the simple
phrase “even when I’m gone- these ideas shall live. Liberty and equality!” Everything was clothed in black; the
mourners welcomed Senator Camhouille to her final resting place. The cemetery
was old. Saint-Just, Murray, and many of Senator Camhouille’s dear and close
friends stood by the grave. This was by no means a private burial; millions of
citizens were watching whether it was in person or on the television stations. The citizens filled out of the cemetery. Most
of the mourners had a South Carolina cockade on their left side. The streets of
Charleston were flocked in deep mourning, just as the streets of Louisville
Kentucky were a few months earlier. A new era was dawning shortly, this era was
going to arrive whether the citizens wanted it or not. The future was coming.
Murray’s Reflections
November
of that same year Ryan Murray was working at his campaign headquarters. “Murray!”
David White the campaign manager came in “many citizens are starting to adapt
more towards radical abolition of abortion politics. Your policy of gradually waning
out the institution is considered to be too moderate by many. Do you have any
thoughts on this? You must radicalize your position in order to win.” Murray
looked over at his manager and gave a frown. “I have been in office for 50
years. I have never had to compromise my position and the people trusted me
just fine. I’m no leader and not one to step too much into the radical side
bravely. I’d prefer a quite home life to be honest, but when freedom and the
people call I should answer. If it is the people will that I shall not retake
my senate seat I’m fine with returning to Marshfield to be honest. I cannot lie
about my stance for voters to like me.” Murray finished and White left the room
annoyed that Murray did not accept his advice. Murray sat in the victory party,
American flags were waving and crowds of citizens gathered curious at the
results of this interesting race. The count was made- Ryan Murray lost his reelection
to Allee Sumner. “The people have spoken; it is their will that I shall
not retake my seat. This is fine with me, I’m perfectly content. I never was a
leader, I always wanted to help. If my time is over, I’m content with that.
Thank you for your support it means so much to me that you have stood with me
through all this time. Through the good times and the bad times you have stood
by me and listened to my call. Thank you for helping me in this race. My plans
for the future involve retiring to my farm named Marshfield in western
Massachusetts and hopefully living a quiet unassuming life of a country farmer.
Thank you so much for your support, thank you for giving me 50 years to serve
as the United States Senator from Massachusetts. God bless you, and God bless
America!” Ryan ended his speech and removed his spectacles. The crowd
applauded, it was Ryan’s time to retire and live a quiet life that he dreamt
of. Ryan’s car pulled up at an old brown house. The house was two levels tall,
a typical New England farmhouse. The shutters of the farmhouse were brown, and
the yard was large and expansive. A creek ran by the farmhouse with a little
footbridge over the creek. Ryan walked out of his old blue car that he owned
during his senate years. Ryan opened the door of his farmhouse and was greeted
by the scent of a wood fire. Ryan Murray sat by the fire and closed his eyes-
memories flooded him. The British were
attacking American ships! Two beautiful young ladies in the senate speaking out
against this injustice and atrocity. One of the Senators with long brown hair
and laughing brown eyes, another with long blond hair, sea green eyes, youthful
looks and a strong voice. Fire! New York City was torched by the British, the
citizens ran. Eventually the British surrendered and the Americans won this
war. Next was a tall red headed figure where a mob of his supporters followed
him everywhere. A White House inauguration party which seemed more like a mob
of hungry peasants overran the White House. Dawning of the May 6th so
called “revolution.” Looking at a map of the United States and believing in the
vague ideals of “unity” and “patriotism.” Surely some men who believed in the
union were going to win the day. At this same night in different places
throughout the union so much happened. Late night meetings and compromises in
the Committee of Public Safety, in an abandoned building in New York a
desperate politician trying to save her seat, on a table of the Rutledge Street
Café perhaps a powerful young leader stood and pled for equality and liberty, a
president also this night faced the choice of enforcing the letter of the law.
This revolution ended in peace as the young idealistic leader was a rational
revolutionary if there ever was one. The New York politician becoming involved
in a scandal, suspicion and paranoia became prominent that day. So many people
flooded his memory, his 85 years have been very good years. His companions and
colleagues were among the finest that these United States had ever seen. Oh
what glorious days they were! These days may they ever be preserved and
remembered by the future and all generations of American citizens. How Murray hoped young schoolchildren would
one day read about these stories and become as excited as the citizens during
these intense days of passions and tension. Ryan looked out the window; it
was a very rainy day the ominous clouds lingered on the horizon. Murray decided
to take his horse for a ride; he needed some exercise that he was used to
getting along the streets of Washington DC alone. Ryan walked out the window
and nodded to his wife Celeste. Celeste was an overweight woman and not very
attractive, yet Ryan loved her. Celeste sat down on the brown couch to attend
to some knitting. Ryan mounted his black horse and rode through the yard; all
of a sudden something happened. The horse slipped on a rock, Ryan lost grip of
the reigns. Ryan fell to the ground and hit his head on the rocks below.
Celeste ran out to her husband and picked him up on to her shoulders. Ryan was
still breathing as Celeste carried him inside the house. Ryan looked at Celeste
and smiled, the two shared a glance. “Celeste, I’m sorry. I have spent so long in public life; I
wish I could have spent every day with you.” Ryan said. “But my love, I would
have been disappointed if you deserted politics just to be with me. My love,
you did what you believed was right and I shall always love you for that.
Nothing that happens can take that away from me.” Celeste defended herself.
“Celeste, the light is coming. I feel confident; I’m reaching the eternal
kingdom. My dear, do not fear for me- for I shall be living in peace and
harmony. My life has been very blessed, I have had the best wife I could ask
for and did what I can for the union. My fate is in the hands of providence. I
feel the times are changing, a storm is coming- but something tells me our ship
of these United States shall live through this storm and we shall prevail.
However I hope not at the cost of thousands of young men. Celeste, I love you-
I always will love you. I cannot bear to be apart from you, but I trust you to
shall join me in heaven someday where we shall be without pain and suffering.
An era of happiness and prosperity shall pursue forever.” Ryan died looking at Celeste;
she cried and held his body tight. The following day a small funeral was
arranged. Fitting for Ryan who although a great orator, was not too fond of the
public light but preferred his Massachusetts farm. The coffin was placed into
the ground and one of the most remarkable
American citizens was dead. the whole union was mourned him as well.
Now
the last member of the great triumvirate was dead, and America was going into
an uncertain future. The dark clouds that Ryan Murray predicted were rolling in
on the horizon. The powerful triumvirate of Camhouille, J’lay and Murray
influenced the shape of American politics in this part of the century greatly.
The Call
Now
a new class of leaders were rising up to the call, and heading their passions. Peter
Saint-Just, the tall handsome leader with long brown hair and brown eyes, fair
skin, a red nullification sash around his waist, a tall hat with tri-colored
feathers in it. Peter Saint-Just was
passionate, brave and daring... Saint-Just believed that everybody shared his
ideas and that those who did not were in a state of denial. Of course,
nullification was logically proven in Saint-Just’s mind- therefore how anybody
could disagree with him. Saint-Just was always a defender of the downtrodden
and oppressed of the land. He was their friend and ally. Saint-Just was also in
a way a more radical and more emotionally oriented version of Senator Camhouille.
Camhouille shouted “nullification!” while Saint-Just believed now was the time
for secession, for South Carolina to finally engage in revolution. Saint-Just
was a good man also, he was never bribed and nobody ever would think of bribing
him. Even those who disagreed with Saint-Just and found him to be an annoying
fanatic could not deny his purity. Saint-Just was critical of this though, for he
was a sinner just as everybody else. He saw no reason to take bribes because he
wanted the citizens to trust him, and God to be proud of him. Allee Millsap was
another figure from this era. She was strongly pro-life, as was Saint-Just and
most figures of this era. Allee wanted abortion abolished immediately with no
compromise. For life is too important of a political and moral issue to be
compromised on. Allee Millsap spoke for the most passionate defenders of the
pro-life movement. She was feared and hated by the other side. Senator Pazo was
strongly pro-choice, but had a troubled childhood full of confusion and
worry. Cara Millson was a moderate and
level-headed young leader. Many others were rising up and filling shoes of the
old statesmen that passed on into heaven. This union was growing also, but with
growing population meant more disunity. Romanticism was coming back in style
during this era. Many citizens believed their way was the only right way to
solve the nation’s problems. Because of this many tensions increased and these
United States became even more polarized. Where shall this problem end? nobody
seemed to know. Passions raged in a temper not seen since for hundreds of
years. Music played loudly, sides were drawn.
Clouds were coming, although the younger voices may not have seen it... the union was about to face a huge struggle. Will the Union stay together?
Clouds were coming, although the younger voices may not have seen it... the union was about to face a huge struggle. Will the Union stay together?
Book
3: The Untimely Hour
It is here
The untimely hour has arrived my friends; I wish I could stop it.... Senator Camhouille led the fight for states’ rights-- strongest proponent they had, Senator Murray for a national union-- strongest proponent they had, and Senator J’lay was the great compromiser. While all three stood true to principle, they learned when to compromise. Yet we cannot live forever. It is all in the hands of you, and providence. J’lay and Camhouille are now in the arms of their eternal maker. We are passing the torch, handle it with wisdom. - Senators Desmoulins and Murray in a letter to the young leaders
After serving for well over a half century, the Great Triumvirate eventually became part of history and passed on. They served for so long; Americans could not remember a time without them... they may have well been immortal. With this action, the new members of congress were lost. The triumvirate had a way of keeping their strong opinions and finding time for compromise, but the new generation was all or nothing.
Senator Allee Moore summed this up as she sung about the death of "compromise";
my senator's views
Was too large for the House
so it stood ninety years on the floor;
they were taller by half
than the senator herself,
though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
They was bought on the morn
of the day that she had won
they were always her treasure and pride;
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the Triumvirate died.
Fifty years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
the life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
Compromise stopped short
Never to go again,
When the Triumvirate died.
In watching its pendulum
Swing to and fro,
many hours had he spent while young;
And in childhood and manhood
the union seemed to know,
and share both his grief and his joy.
And it struck twenty-four
when he entered at the door,
with a blooming Vice President;
Compromise stopped short
never to go again,
When the Triumvirate died.
Fifty years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
the life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
Compromise stopped short
Never to go again,
When the Triumvirate died.
Fifty years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the Triumvirate died.
The Triumvirate said
That of those they could hire,
Not a constituency so faithful he found;
For they wasted no time,
And had but one desire,
At the close of each week compromise.
And they kept in its place,
not a frown upon their face,
and compromise never hung by its side.
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
when the triumvirate died.
Fifty years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
compromise life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the triumvirate died.
Sumter rang an alarm
In the dead of the night,
An alarm that for years had been dumb;
And we knew that the spirit
Was pluming his flight,
That untimely hour had come.
Still the compromise kept the time,
With a soft and muffled chime,
As we silently stood by his side.
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the triumvirate died.
After a period of mourning for the triumvirate, the new leaders adjusted. Young senators and congressmen, without the wisdom of the triumvirate. “We will secede from the union if our demands are not met!” shouted Peter Saint-Just of South Carolina shouted, "You will secede, over my dead body!" replied Jonathan White, Senator from Massachusetts. "I do not want you, or anybody else telling me what to do! I’m an individual, that is what defines me. I do not want to yield to you or any other person." Peter indignantly shot. The Senator from Minnesota Tom Pazo stood up from the back row. Peter Saint-Just sat in the back row at Senator Camhouille ’s old seat. Saint-Just had long chestnut brown hair, an oval shaped face, and beautiful blue eyes. Saint-Just always wore a black overcoat, a red nullification sash, and his top hat which bore the nullification cockade and a red feather. Saint-Just was a deep admirer of Senator Camhouille , he practically worshipped the grounds that she had sat on. Saint- Just was the extreme representation of Camhouille’s ideas, a nullifier in its purest incorruptible form. Pazo flung aside his long, straggly dark brown hair and the most piercing pair of ice blue eyes. "You southerners have no right to boss me around anymore, I'm going to live my own life. I don't need rules, restrictions regulations or anything else governing me. I'm an individual, I do not need you." Born in 2006, hence bridging the era between the "Compromise Generation" and the "Fire eater Generation", Pazo most certainly was more in line with the fire eaters, she would not compromise for anything. Pazo was born into a wealthy family in Prince George County, Virginia. He was used to getting what she wanted, the only child of a wealthy government worker. Now that he was older Tom Pazo was a staunch unionist, he believed that the union should remain strong and institutions such as abortion were a positive good in society, he was going to be the first to fire on Fort Manning. The reason was when he was very young President Dickinson's troops attempted to march across Virginia to invade South Carolina--- a move that was stopped by Senators Camhouille and J’lay. The family mansion in Virginia was raided by a group of unruly soldiers, and Pazo was never to trust the federal government again.
Tabitha Rhett showed her face again, although older than most of the fire-eaters, Tabitha was still alive and still full of fire. "We need to form our own country!" the South Carolina senator exclaimed.
Followers as Leaders
President Lewis Pleasoro laughed off the thought of South Carolina seceding; "what can I do to stop it?" Lewis said. Lewis Pleasoro was an interesting character, tall and handsome with dark blue eyes-- a ladies’ man indeed. He won by a landslide for the Counterrevolutionary Party, however Lewis could not lead. Lewis was prone to drinking, and strived only to please others.
The South was growing discontented with the North, part of this steamed from the tariffs and taxes Senator Camhouille was mad about back in the day. The North loved tariffs, yet the South was opposed to them. Now that Senator Camhouille , Senator J’lay and Senator Murray were no longer around to cool the tempers, the crises blew out of control. Senator James Beauford of Delaware even drew up his own flag and claimed that Delaware will secede.
Technology
TV programs in the North painted the South as evil, and in the South painted the North as evil. New Jersey right on both sides of the Mason-Dixon drew criticism from both sides, as it was free and fair gain for the North and the South. Pennsylvanians were painted as hillbillies, South Carolinians were rebellious teenagers... according to these shows that spread lies and propaganda about the other states. “South Carolinianians are all wealthy snobs! who want to plunge the entire country into revolution!” TV characters portrayed South Carolina as a fanatic wearing the tri-colored revolutionary cap, running around screaming “revolution!”
Saint-Just slammed off the remote “this is an outrage!” he
exclaimed as his secretary showed him how they were being portrayed on the news
station. “We are more than rebellious fanatics! We are freedom fighters!” Saint-Just
angrily scoffed. “Saint-Just” the secretary said “it seems we are already at
war, the sectional tension is getting thicker.” Saint-Just looked at the
secretary “Secretary, the tension is justified. I’m ashamed to be from the
North, I’m embarrassed. I prefer not to go into details but I renounce it.” the
secretary was awkwardly quite and left the room.
States Rights
Besides taxes, the other issue was states rights. Senator Camhouille believed in the unique philosophy of states’ rights, anything not granted specifically to the federal government should be granted to the states and the people, likewise states can ignore any federal laws they wanted and if it came to severe circumstances she called "untimely" secession was alright. Senator J’lay took a moderate position, and Senator Murray believed somewhat in states’ rights, but believed they were shared with the federal government and should listen to what the federal courts had to say. He frowned upon nullification and secession.
These Senator's philosophies influenced their respective regions, and long after their passing influenced the new generation.
States on the boarder of the North and South, were a big target however for everybody to fight over. Both sides tried to move to these states to get these states to have more electoral votes. One day, a terrible action happened...
Besides taxes, the other issue was states rights. Senator Camhouille believed in the unique philosophy of states’ rights, anything not granted specifically to the federal government should be granted to the states and the people, likewise states can ignore any federal laws they wanted and if it came to severe circumstances she called "untimely" secession was alright. Senator J’lay took a moderate position, and Senator Murray believed somewhat in states’ rights, but believed they were shared with the federal government and should listen to what the federal courts had to say. He frowned upon nullification and secession.
These Senator's philosophies influenced their respective regions, and long after their passing influenced the new generation.
States on the boarder of the North and South, were a big target however for everybody to fight over. Both sides tried to move to these states to get these states to have more electoral votes. One day, a terrible action happened...
Raids
Lawrence Humphrey, a fanatic caught wind of this. In a wooded shack in Connecticut, Humphrey summoned his men. “Gentlemen” Humphrey announced to a group of six rough looking men, with torn jeans and ripped bandanas around their necks “we will not settle for the South treating us as less than them. We must rid the earth of states’ rights supporters.” The men listened to Humphrey, one of them spoke up. “Mr. Humphrey, there is a small community of southern supporters in Frankfort. We must act soon!” Humphrey listened and handed a rifle to the man “tonight we attack.”
Humphrey and his gang walked down the streets of Frankfort,
screaming “charge!”chaos than assumed, hundreds of people died because of
suspicion they supported the South. Humphrey drew the irate anger of states’
rights supporters in the South, and the disgust of the moderate and regular
Northerners.
Peter Saint-Just caught wind of this on the senate floor and
arose to speak “Citizens! Will we settle for this? Terror is now ruling the
North- let it come! Let war come soon, we will not listen to fanatics who
insist on slaughtering us!” Saint-Just paused for a reason that appeared he was
losing his sense of speech “to arms! to arms!” screamed Saint-Just “we must
stamp Humphrey out!”
Humphrey looked out the windows of his shack- the national
guard had arrived. “On the count of three, fire!” screamed the general.
Humphrey and his men grabbed their rifles “we must fight back!” one by one each
of Humphrey’s men fell. The general cornered Humphrey, Humphrey aimed his own
gun to himself but it was too late- they grabbed Humphrey and rushed him to the
jury of the mob “Death!” screamed the people. A rope was put around Humphrey’s
neck and pulled- Lawrence Humphrey was no more.
Paranoia
On the senate floor the next day Saint-Just stood “the
monster is dead! down with the counterrevolutionaries and their terror tactics!
down with moderates! We shall have no more moderates!” shouted Saint-Just.
Andrew Pulaski, the Counterrevolutionary from Massachusetts
awkwardly shuffled in his chair; “Some members of my party have contributed
horrifying and awful acts, we are not all like that. Many of us are good,
decent, honest gentlemen. We believe in the rule of law, not the rule of
terror. I’m sorry.”
Saint-Just looked around stunned “this may be true, but the
current mood of the people is anger.” replied Saint-Just. To this remark
Senator Andrew Pulaski said nothing. Senator Alison Pazo stood up “I’m from
Massachusetts, I support the union. We have fanatics on both sides of the
issues, all the fanatics may not respond by terror. But fanatics come in all
shapes, we must stamp them out.” Saint-Just glared “we must stamp out the
moderates also who are blind to this problem!”
“Blind?” Pazo scoffed “the blind one I see here is sitting in this
chamber! Ready to lead us all into the Reign of Terror! Peter Saint-Just. Here
he sits, with his eyes glairing, his brown hair falling to his shoulders. He
wears his unassuming black tailcoat covering his red revolutionary waistcoat
symbolizing what? the blood that will be spelt when he gets his wish of
revolution? Don’t listen to him my friends, Saint-Just is a tyrant! What does Saint-Just
do in his free time? Does Saint-Just sit and think about all the people he
shall send to their doom in revolution?” Saint-Just was outraged and stood up
“that is quite enough!” he shouted. Pazo smirked, hoping to further instigate
the sensitive Peter Saint-Just. Saint-Just took the floor “Citizens! the only
one here that wants bloodshed is Senator Pazo! She wants this nation to be plunged
into bloody Civil War! Pazo is corrupt as the men outside bribing her to speak!
Don’t let her words deceive you citizens!
Look also at Senator Andrea Butler of Vermont. Senator Butler, is
corrupt as well. She is out of the senate chamber because they claimed she
suffered an ailment. Did she really? or is she faking it to fool us all?
Senator Andrea Butler is a liar! I’m not perfect whatsoever, I’m a man made of
dust who God breathed life into. I do have faults, but I’m not a low-lying and
corrupt fool such as Senators Butler and Pazo! How shall I continue this? Pazo
and Butler, partners in crime prowling the streets of Washington City- ready
and waiting for their pray as a snake waits in the grass. This man and this
woman are so corrupt they bring to my
memory the infamous name of Michele Van Fordley! Van Fordley tried to bring the
entire union to ruin just to benefit herself and her want for money to sponsor her
many lobbyists who bridged her. Michele Van Fordley was corrupt without a
single question to ask about it, and Senator Andrea Butler as well as Senator
Tom Pazo are reminding me of her. This citizens is the true crime against
humanity.” Saint-Just sat down full of indignation. Senator Pazo smirked I got him good, I was able to rally up the
fanatical Peter Saint-Just to show him for the fool he is.
Revenge
In the gallery sat Steve Edgefield watching. Steve Edgefield
was a congressman from Vermont. Edgefield was also the nephew of Andrea Butler.
How could he say that about a member of
my family? thought Edgefield how
could he possibly slander my family name? This man must be brought to justice Edgefield
scowled and stormed out of the gallery, as he walked to his office he bought a
large metal pole at one of the stores about the size of a cane I don’t need this cane for myself, but I
need it to force Saint-Just into submission. Peter Saint-Just will be knocked
off his seat.
Saint-Just Fallen
It was a hot July day outside. Saint-Just
arrived early and was sitting in his chair writing a secession declaration We in South Carolina shall not yield to the
tyrannical reign of the North! We will secede! wrote Peter Saint-Just.
Congressman Steve Edgefield stood outside the senate chamber. It was early, but
Edgefield had to arrive early to accomplish his deed so no other senators will
get in his way. Edgefield walked with a swagger to Peter Saint-Just’s chair. Saint-Just
was hunched over his paper intensely writing away, nothing was going to
distract him. “Peter Saint-Just! This is
what happens when you insult my family!” Edgefield said as she brought the cane
to Peter Saint-Just’s head. Saint-Just screamed and hid under his table as
Edgefield kept hitting him. Eventually help came, Senator Andrew Pulaski heard
the screamed “what do you suppose that was?” Pulaski asked turning to Desmoulins.
Desmoulins frowned “it did not sound good, it was coming from the senate
chamber. Quick!” Desmoulins grabbed a cane from the cane stand and ran with Pulaski
to the senate chamber. The two gentlemen ran into the chamber and were shocked
by what they saw. Pulaski barricaded the door as Desmoulins ran to Edgefield. Edgefield
was well into his deed, and Saint-Just was unconscious on the floor below him. Pulaski
wacked Edgefield on the head, slightly regretting hitting another person but
the important thing right now was he was in the action of killing another human
being. Edgefield stopped and attempted to rally against Pulaski. Edgefield
wacked Pulaski upside the head as Pulaski struggled to grab Saint-Just. Desmoulins
remained strong as the capitol police eventually heard the commotion. The
police were running into the chamber, the police as they seized Congressman
Edgefield. Desmoulins and Pulaski kneeled by Saint-Just. “is he alive?” asked Pulaski.
Desmoulins took a rag and wrapped it against Saint-Just’s bleeding head, “he
is” Desmoulins sadly muttered “it appears his jaw is disconnected, we need
medical help fast.” Pulaski ran to get help. Senator Desmoulins held Senator Saint-Just
“be brave Saint-Just, help is on the way.” for one of the first times in his
career, tears actually came to Desmoulins eyes. Desmoulins was a gentle soul,
his heart broke as he saw the union being torn apart so violently. A doctor
came back with Pulaski and examined the victim. The doctor pulled thread from
his kit to stitch the wounds. Desmoulins and Pulaski looked on without saying a
word. The doctor looked at Saint-Just’s broken jaw and wrapped it in a bandage.
Saint-Just was carried out of the chamber by Desmoulins and White, and Saint-Just
was brought to his apartment it was there Saint-Just regained consciousness. “I
must return to the senate chamber!” Saint-Just said. “Peter, relax. We have it
under control.” Peter paused to find he was not speaking as clearly as he would
like, than he put a hand to his dislocated jaw. Peter laid back down, he was so
weak. Desmoulins pulled the blanket on top of Saint-Just “rest, the more you
rest the faster you shall recover” Desmoulins gently said. Desmoulins and
Pulaski left the room, and the passionate Peter Saint-Just was forced to relax.
Congressman Edgefield was brought before the court “expel
him!” shouted the congress. “Wait!” Edgefield tried to get in a word “Saint-Just
insulted my family, I did it to defend my family’s honor.” the congress looked
around and voted to expel him. Edgefield stormed out of the room, she did have
some fans. These fans of Edgefield sent him canes that said “hit him again!”
referring of course to Peter Saint-Just.
Peter Saint-Just was looking up at the ceiling reflecting. 30 years ago I never would have been allowed
in the senate because I was too young, a bill was passed lowering the senate
age to 20. Now I’m 23 and actually allowed to serve in the US Senate. People
speculated I was too young and immature and perhaps they were correct. What
have I done? Oh Saint-Just, quit being
silly! You are a living martyr for the people. You stood up for them and now
your jaw is broken, just rest and within a week you shall serve the people
again.
Saint-Just’s Chair
Desmoulins looked into the senate chamber at the sole empty
chair- Peter Saint-Just’s chair. He was
too fanatical for his own good Desmoulins pondered I can’t help but feel compassion for this poor man. He would not have
been a senator years ago, but now a law is in effect making the senate age
younger. Saint-Just is full of fire and energy. Saint-Just also is too
sheltered, he believes somebody may be morally inept or wrong if they have a
different opinion. Poor Saint-Just though, his beating was uncalled for. I do
believe Saint-Just despite his fanaticism is a very good man, his goodness
blinds him to the reality there is a grey area. It is not all black and white.
He is young and will recover quickly, however I’m not all too certain he shall
ever be the same.
A couple weeks later Saint-Just was back. His jaw was wrapped up, and he was walking
with a cane. But Peter Saint-Just was just as active as the red blood of
revolution that flowed through his veins. Senator Desmoulins looked over his shoulder-
that fire eater from South Carolina is back. “Desmoulins” Saint-Just uttered
softly “thank you for saving me..” Desmoulins smiled “it wasn’t just me,
Senator Andrew Pulaski also ran to your rescue.” Saint-Just looked surprised
“but he is from the North- why would he want to save me?” Desmoulins was
grateful Saint-Just brought this up “not everybody in the North is evil Saint-Just.
Van Fordley was, Edgefield was but there are also good believers in the North
also. They may not agree with our politics, but they are humans just as we are Saint-Just.”
Peter Saint-Just looked stunned “but they are against liberty.” Desmoulins gave
a sigh “Saint-Just, some of them are against liberty- not all. Some of them are
believers that I know we will see in heaven, some of them are not believers. Saint-Just,
they are human.” Saint-Just looked down and tried to change the subject, Desmoulins
sensed Saint-Just’s discomfort. “Saint-Just, I’m sorry for what you suffered.” Desmoulins
said with a calmness in his voice. “All the suffering I had was in the name of
liberty and equality, but thank you Senator Desmoulins.” Saint-Just let out
half a smile, as it hurt him to smile due to his severe jaw wound which was
still recovering.
Election
season was brewing. Signs were everywhere, shouts were heard in the street.
Red, white and blue balloons dotted the landscape. Promises were heard, words
were spoken by politicians. Cara Millson was a moderate senator from southern
Illinois. Cara was soft spoken and of humble organs. She was raised in the
suburbs of southern Illinois and not on a farm like many wealthy politicians
were. Cara learned to read and write,
but could not afford to go to college. “the union must be held together!” the
crowd cheered as Cara was talking about peace. Cara was not the best speaker
and was quite clumsy as she accidently dropped her pen for the tenth time
during her speech. Cara was different though, she possessed humility. Citizens
could not put an exact hold on it, but humility was something they were looking
for during this election. Governor Ashley C. Beaufort from North Carolina.
Beaufort was a strong supporter of southern rights, and would make the perfect
choice. Senator John Bazewell from Virginia was angry at the
establishment's choice, yet ran himself as the third party candidate.
“The establishment is controlling too much! I will run myself if the
establishment keeps picking fools!” said Bazewell. The North on the other hand nominated former
Senator Andrew Pulaski of Massachusetts. Pulaski was kindly, and had a
reputation for honesty. He stood up for southern Senator Caroline Camhouille of
South Carolina when President Dickinson went after her. However, White
had not interest in the presidency. “Why do I need to run? I’m not even going
to campaign.” said White who was annoyed at the party for nominating him.
Millson was just the one to unite the North and South!
"Millson and Liberty!" played loud and clear throughout election night.
To the tune of "Lincoln and Liberty";
"Millson and Liberty!" played loud and clear throughout election night.
To the tune of "Lincoln and Liberty";
Hurrah for
the choice of the nation
our chieftain so brave and so true
we’ll go for the great reformation
For Andrew and liberty, too
our chieftain so brave and so true
we’ll go for the great reformation
For Andrew and liberty, too
We'll go
for the son of Illinois
the hero of America through
The pride of the person, so lucky
For Andrew and liberty, too
the hero of America through
The pride of the person, so lucky
For Andrew and liberty, too
They'll
find what by felling and mauling
Our rail-maker statesman can do
for the people are everywhere calling
For Andrew and liberty, too
Then up
with the banner so glorious
the star-spangled red, white and blue
we’ll fight 'til our banner's victorious
For Andrew and liberty, too
the star-spangled red, white and blue
we’ll fight 'til our banner's victorious
For Andrew and liberty, too
The votes were tallied;
Senator John Bazewell of Virginia- 10%
Governor Ashley C. Beaufort of North Carolina-20%
Senator Andrew
Pulaski- 30%
Senator Cara Millson of Illinois- 40%
Unwanted Victory
Cara Millson won the victory. Cara watched the large screen television at her campaign headquarters. “So I won” Cara said as she faced her campaign manager “let us now wither this storm that the radicals are throwing at us. For what is good and true I believe shall survive the storm.” the campaign manager looked at Millson “we have indeed achieved victory, during a most interesting time of United States history.” Cara and her campaign manager held hands to pray Lord God; I know you have had me elected for a reason. I know that this country is one of the most precious things on the face of this earth. I’m not a very graceful person, I don’t understand why I out of everybody was the one who one. However, I ask for your guidance as I step up to this plate and begin to steer the ship of the United States of America, through this storm of the winds of destruction. So help me God. Millson left the room and was ready to greet the cheering crowd of her supporters.
Saint-Just was slightly disappointed, standing in the senate anteroom he said “I’m glad Millson won, but she is not radical enough.” Desmoulins looked up at Senator Saint-Just “you have to learn that sometimes we don’t need the radicals to heal our wounds.” Saint-Just looked at Desmoulins “I believe it is time for the South to secede, not because of Millson but because of the North.” Desmoulins’ eyes widened “secession?”
Senator Cara Millson of Illinois- 40%
Unwanted Victory
Cara Millson won the victory. Cara watched the large screen television at her campaign headquarters. “So I won” Cara said as she faced her campaign manager “let us now wither this storm that the radicals are throwing at us. For what is good and true I believe shall survive the storm.” the campaign manager looked at Millson “we have indeed achieved victory, during a most interesting time of United States history.” Cara and her campaign manager held hands to pray Lord God; I know you have had me elected for a reason. I know that this country is one of the most precious things on the face of this earth. I’m not a very graceful person, I don’t understand why I out of everybody was the one who one. However, I ask for your guidance as I step up to this plate and begin to steer the ship of the United States of America, through this storm of the winds of destruction. So help me God. Millson left the room and was ready to greet the cheering crowd of her supporters.
Saint-Just was slightly disappointed, standing in the senate anteroom he said “I’m glad Millson won, but she is not radical enough.” Desmoulins looked up at Senator Saint-Just “you have to learn that sometimes we don’t need the radicals to heal our wounds.” Saint-Just looked at Desmoulins “I believe it is time for the South to secede, not because of Millson but because of the North.” Desmoulins’ eyes widened “secession?”
Saint-Just
looked at Desmoulins “yes, secession. The road to freedom, the time is now!” Desmoulins
was at a loss for words, he always knew Saint-Just was a radical but did not
believe Saint-Just would actually take this step. Saint-Just left the room and
was going somewhere only Saint-Just knew. Desmoulins was left in the senate
anteroom thinking, and praying that Saint-Just would not do anything dumb. Saint-Just is being foolish! That child! So
full of his passions and fantasies about a better tomorrow! Saint-Just is human,
Saint-Just has his flaws but he also has power. He could very easily take South
Carolina and the rest of the union on this journey that could transform into
something even Peter Saint-Just would not imagine.
Saint-Just’s Wildfire, and Desmoulin’s Candle
On the steps of the South Carolina Capitol in Columbia, Peter Saint-Just stood. Saint-Just’s brown eyes were a fire with the light of rebellion. The revolution was going to live on, it was going to continue. “Citizens!” Saint-Just shouted “We have been under tyranny for too long! Now is the time! We must act against the government! They assassinated Senator Camhouille! We must move! Senator Camhouille is in her grave due to the counterrevolutionaries. The time is upon us citizens, will we shrink in the day of adversity? We have been suffering under the tyrannical reign of the North for hundreds of years- what have they given us in return? We must secede! Now they will listen! Those in New York want to silence us, but we refuse to remain silent!” the crowd echoed; "Secession!!!!!!" Saint-Just smiled; “Secession! The time is now! The time is here! Citizens to arms!” Saint-Just got off the podium, and became part of the mob. “Southern rights!” the mob chanted angrily. On the streets of Charleston, Greenville, Anderson, and each major city in South Carolina crowds gathered in arenas listening to the same type of speeches. Forgetting the warning from the triumvirate so many years ago about the; "untimely hour."
On the steps of the South Carolina Capitol in Columbia, Peter Saint-Just stood. Saint-Just’s brown eyes were a fire with the light of rebellion. The revolution was going to live on, it was going to continue. “Citizens!” Saint-Just shouted “We have been under tyranny for too long! Now is the time! We must act against the government! They assassinated Senator Camhouille! We must move! Senator Camhouille is in her grave due to the counterrevolutionaries. The time is upon us citizens, will we shrink in the day of adversity? We have been suffering under the tyrannical reign of the North for hundreds of years- what have they given us in return? We must secede! Now they will listen! Those in New York want to silence us, but we refuse to remain silent!” the crowd echoed; "Secession!!!!!!" Saint-Just smiled; “Secession! The time is now! The time is here! Citizens to arms!” Saint-Just got off the podium, and became part of the mob. “Southern rights!” the mob chanted angrily. On the streets of Charleston, Greenville, Anderson, and each major city in South Carolina crowds gathered in arenas listening to the same type of speeches. Forgetting the warning from the triumvirate so many years ago about the; "untimely hour."
The crowd
gathered and played an American parody version to the tune of the French
Marsallaise, the same way the South did during the Civil War of 1860.
The song went like this:
Arise! Citizens of Carolina! The day of freedom has arrived!
Arise! Citizens of Carolina! The day of freedom has arrived!
Against us stands the union, our
revolution banner is raised!
Our revolution must rise!
Do you hear in Carolina?
The corruption come?
It approaches us, and tries to make us silent.
It approaches us, and tries to make us silent.
To arms! Carolina!
form the Civil War!
Let’s go! Let’s go!
Until the union, shall all join our
cause!
Charleston,
South Carolina. At an old statehouse were gathered representatives from each
county in South Carolina. Saint-Just was sitting down, his brown hair hung over
his shoulders. Saint-Just was as young and fanatical as ever. Saint-Just had
the whole world at his hands, and the opportunity to create a new world. He had his whole life ahead of him, “Citizens
of the grand republic of South Carolina” the whole room looked around at Saint-Just;
“We have been suffering under the oppressive hand of the federal government for
too long. It is time for us to rise, to form together and show the government
who the people are. I vote we secede now, and form our own nation- the great
Republic of South Carolina.” Saint-Just sat down; the whole room looked around
eagerly ready for secession. The president of the convention called for a roll
call vote on secession, yeses dominated the room. Saint-Just stood up and with
his loud voice his “yes!” was probably heard all the way down the street. Red and blue cockades were worn in support of secession;
flags were waving in the streets. Charleston turned radical, the crowds moved
along the streets chanting “Liberty! Equality! Justice!” Peter Saint-Just was
part of it all. Saint-Just was waving
his South Carolina flag screaming “we did it!” Saint-Just was the happiest he
ever was, and ever will be in his earthly life.
Texas with their strong economy was not going to be left behind, “secession! We will not let South Carolina alone in this fight! We do not need the union!” Texas politicians exclaimed.
In Georgia, politicians of the peach state got rallying “citizens! South Carolina seceded! We must follow!” politicians would say on the streets until Georgia was out. Florida was the next to follow. Alabama took up arms the same time as Mississippi “we renounce the North! and their tyranny!” Alabama politicians said. The chain reaction caused Louisiana also to secede. North Carolina was strong and wealthy “we do not rely on the federal government, they don’t need us. Let us follow our sister state.” said North Carolina as they seceded. Maryland and Delaware also snapped off from the northern states “let us join our sisters in the South!” said one Delaware politician “to arms!” was shouted in the streets of Wilmington. Virginia was strong and wealthy, and felt resentment of the North taking their power away “to arms! Lets secede; we don’t want New York robbing us blind just to benefit their politicians!” Washington, DC was not a state but was dissolved into the Confederacy which claimed to be the true United States of America.
Texas with their strong economy was not going to be left behind, “secession! We will not let South Carolina alone in this fight! We do not need the union!” Texas politicians exclaimed.
In Georgia, politicians of the peach state got rallying “citizens! South Carolina seceded! We must follow!” politicians would say on the streets until Georgia was out. Florida was the next to follow. Alabama took up arms the same time as Mississippi “we renounce the North! and their tyranny!” Alabama politicians said. The chain reaction caused Louisiana also to secede. North Carolina was strong and wealthy “we do not rely on the federal government, they don’t need us. Let us follow our sister state.” said North Carolina as they seceded. Maryland and Delaware also snapped off from the northern states “let us join our sisters in the South!” said one Delaware politician “to arms!” was shouted in the streets of Wilmington. Virginia was strong and wealthy, and felt resentment of the North taking their power away “to arms! Lets secede; we don’t want New York robbing us blind just to benefit their politicians!” Washington, DC was not a state but was dissolved into the Confederacy which claimed to be the true United States of America.
North
Senator
Pulaski sat at the Massachusetts State House; it appeared the North was ejected
from the union. “We shall call ourselves the ‘Northern States of America’ since
we aren’t truly the United States” White sadly exclaimed. White sat down “we
are without leaders, without rules.” he then cast his name on the ballot for
being president of the Northern States of America “if nobody else wills, I
shall. For it is my duty” said Senator Pulaski.
The votes
came in- Senator Pulaski did win the hard title of being President of the
Northern States of America.
In a fort in Charleston, South Carolina- Fort Summer some military members from Massachusetts remained. They were not going to give up the fort. “We shall never yield this fort. The North proudly upholds its tradition of a strong military, and if we yield now- the United States will fall” exclaimed Pulaski. Saint-Just was frustrated “remove your troops now! Or South Carolina shall see to it they are removed.” Desmoulins sat in the senate chamber; he did not approve of Virginia’s secession, as a Virginian however there was no turning back. “Saint-Just, you must calm your rhetoric.” Desmoulins said as he was exasperated with Saint-Just at this point. “Calm my rhetoric? in the name of liberty and equality I shall keep speaking until I drop dead.” Saint-Just exclaimed. Desmoulins felt sadness within him and was not sure why it came about. The thought of Saint-Just dropping dead seemed to trouble Desmoulins; this young man had so much life and power.
Confederacy
President Cara Millson of South Carolina was the reluctant president of the Confederacy. Senator Camhouille would not have liked this. Or should she have? I have no idea; I do have so much respect for the late Senator Camhouille. She would have ran this revolution properly I feel, instead of having Saint-Just totally bring us into this state of chaos. Saint-Just is a good man, but he does not seem to understand how the real world works. Saint-Just is too idealistic for his own good. At least we have Desmoulins; he has some sense of reason and decency. I wish this would not have happened, however what can I do? I must remain loyal to South Carolina I cannot yield now. I can never stop. Millson wanted to make peace with Millson and the North. General James Roberts was the Confederacy's choice--- a Virginian, who also was opposed to secession yet could not turn against Virginia.
In a fort in Charleston, South Carolina- Fort Summer some military members from Massachusetts remained. They were not going to give up the fort. “We shall never yield this fort. The North proudly upholds its tradition of a strong military, and if we yield now- the United States will fall” exclaimed Pulaski. Saint-Just was frustrated “remove your troops now! Or South Carolina shall see to it they are removed.” Desmoulins sat in the senate chamber; he did not approve of Virginia’s secession, as a Virginian however there was no turning back. “Saint-Just, you must calm your rhetoric.” Desmoulins said as he was exasperated with Saint-Just at this point. “Calm my rhetoric? in the name of liberty and equality I shall keep speaking until I drop dead.” Saint-Just exclaimed. Desmoulins felt sadness within him and was not sure why it came about. The thought of Saint-Just dropping dead seemed to trouble Desmoulins; this young man had so much life and power.
Confederacy
President Cara Millson of South Carolina was the reluctant president of the Confederacy. Senator Camhouille would not have liked this. Or should she have? I have no idea; I do have so much respect for the late Senator Camhouille. She would have ran this revolution properly I feel, instead of having Saint-Just totally bring us into this state of chaos. Saint-Just is a good man, but he does not seem to understand how the real world works. Saint-Just is too idealistic for his own good. At least we have Desmoulins; he has some sense of reason and decency. I wish this would not have happened, however what can I do? I must remain loyal to South Carolina I cannot yield now. I can never stop. Millson wanted to make peace with Millson and the North. General James Roberts was the Confederacy's choice--- a Virginian, who also was opposed to secession yet could not turn against Virginia.
Senator
Pulaski was at the new capitol of the north which was in Boston, Massachusetts.
“We were thinking of making our capitol in New York, but New York politicians
are making me worried.” said Pulaski’s Secretary of State John Sanders. White
looked up at Sanders “why is that?” Sanders hesitated “Well, you know how they
practically worship Van Fordley? I have to say I disagree with Van Fordley on
so many. She does not represent the vast majority of people in the North; Van
Fordley represented herself and her own money interests. I’m from New York, and
am saddened at the way my state has become.” said Sanders. “I understand…” said
White. President Pulaski was looking down at his papers “who do you suppose we
should appoint as our chief general?”
Sanders
smiled “there is a man by the name of Robert Grey. He is the son in law of the
great southern politician James Desmoulins. Robert Grey is a moderate, but he
is brilliant and West Point educated. Robert Grey’s military mind is amazing
and richer than anybody would expect. It is disguised by his humility. Grey is
a true family man, and his private virtues are just as honest and well standing
as his public virtues.”
“It is
settled then, let me write to Grey.” President Pulaski said.
In the
backwoods of New York, close to the Pennsylvania border there was a blue
farmhouse. This house was three stories tall, and had a brown roof. Robert Grey
sat in his rocking chair with his four year old daughter Olivia. Grey put
Olivia down as she ran to color her painting. Grey opened the official letter
from the president. “Charlotte!” he called out to his wife, Charlotte entered-
she had long brown hair the same color as Desmoulins and also her face
resembled Desmoulins’ facial shape. Charlotte had a beautiful pair of blue
eyes. “Yes, Robert?” Robert smiled “Charlotte, I have been called on to serve
for the North, what you think?”
“Robert,
you perhaps would be a good light in the darkness. I will miss you
tremendously, but you are good and virtuous. Robert, people admire and love
you. Perhaps if God is calling and can use you, who am I to hold you backing?”
Robert kissed her and Olivia “I shall be back!” he said as he rode his horse to
Massachusetts. Cars were becoming irrelevant in the name of environmental
restrictions in many areas; horses were starting to become the main means of
transportation.
In the
office President Pulaski opened his door to let in Robert Grey. “I accept Mr.
President.” Robert said with confidence.
“Thank you
Robert” President Pulaski shook his hand “serve the union well!”
War
The War of Northern Aggression was what the South started calling this war. In Texas more factories were going up, and supplies were being shipped to every southern state. Delaware on the boarder was building makeshift forts and aiming their canons to the North. New Jersey was caught exactly in the middle; this was probably going to be where most of the fighting took place. In this apathetic state that wanted nothing but to be left alone, the forces of Peter Saint-Just and the other fire eaters were about to rock and shake the calm, apathetic world of so many citizens.
War
The War of Northern Aggression was what the South started calling this war. In Texas more factories were going up, and supplies were being shipped to every southern state. Delaware on the boarder was building makeshift forts and aiming their canons to the North. New Jersey was caught exactly in the middle; this was probably going to be where most of the fighting took place. In this apathetic state that wanted nothing but to be left alone, the forces of Peter Saint-Just and the other fire eaters were about to rock and shake the calm, apathetic world of so many citizens.
“We have
to act quickly!” said James Roberts as he was talking to President Millson.
“What are
your plans?” Millson asked him
“March
through New Jersey, from there cut North into New York. Head for the capitol of
Boston! Send another part of the army around the coast and prevent anything
from going in- or out.” Roberts explained his plan.
“Go for it
general. The power is yours.” Millson said.
Pennsylvania was a stronghold for the North, mountainous and rough terrain... they had a good strategic point. Saint-Just sat in the military affairs committee and looked at the map “Pennsylvania must fall.” Desmoulins looked at Saint-Just “it will eventually fall, but have you looked at the terrain? This state appears impossible to take with their mountains and spread out population.”
Saint-Just
looked at Desmoulins “believe me, I know the terrain of Pennsylvania” tears
came to Saint-Just’s eyes that he immediately brushed away, nobody saw him- or
so he thought. Saint-Just grew up too fast, his family was cruelly taken from
him as a youth and he never had a true childhood. Saint-Just changed the
subject “lets have Roberts take Connecticut and Rhode Island first.”
The army
did not march through New Jersey, not yet. Roberts decided it would be easier
to invade from the coast of Connecticut. The New Jersey battles were going to
come but not yet. The blockade was up and running. “Charge!” Roberts said as
the troops invaded the Rhode Island coast, the Rhode Island militia was too
weak to defend the state as they fell. Grey heard news of the attack and rushed
troops to defend Connecticut, shots went flying as Connecticut was spared the
wrath. Roberts ordered a quick retreat as the next month to follow was
going to take place on a different front. New Jersey was a swampy state; the
west was mountainous but not very populated. The people were apathetic; this
was for the South’s advantage. Roberts himself was in Connecticut still- he
appointed a General Sherwood to command the New Jersey troops. Roberts knew
nothing about Sherwood, but as a general he had to be good. Or so Roberts
thought. Sherwood was there with a vengeance. The troops were tried and could
not fight. I cannot force my troops to
fight, but we cannot stay here and do nothing or we shall be destroyed. We must
burn the state- leave nothing remaining. “Troops! We must evacuate the state—but first
we must leave our mark. Set fire!” the troops were unleashed and flames roared
into the night and high up into the sky. New Jersey was taken. The troops than
took a bridge into New York City and acted the same way burning everything in
sight. A whole line between Philadelphia and New York City was charred with smoke;
Sherwood’s ‘March to the Sea’ was over.
Saint-Just
looked over the map from the committee table “we are making progress! it is a
shame that so many casualties are here, but this is way. We cannot have
freedom, unless we attack all opposed to it- not only those openly opposed, but
we must shake the moderate citizens from their quite comfort zone and turn
their world upside down until they are wholeheartedly ours for the revolution.”
Desmoulins
frowned “we must do something about Sherwood- we can’t leave him burning
everything in his path. This is against the rules of warfare.”
Saint-Just
looked as Desmoulins “President Millson has recalled Sherwood for his unruly
behavior. We must take New Hampshire, Maine and Vermont. They don’t have much
of any industry and should be easy and quick to take. Desmoulins, calm down
about the burning in the March to the Sea- this is a war, wars are not calm things.
Wars require blood and destruction, this fact I’m sure about.”
Desmoulins
sat down with an expression of disgust on his face.
Roberts
heard the orders from Congress and marched up into New Hampshire, “charge!” he
shouted. The New Hampshire troops surrender, followed by Vermont. Maine fell
down without a fight due to the fact they did not have any industry. The only states standing that had not fallen
to the confederacy were New York, Pennsylvania, Massachusetts and West
Virginia.
Meanwhile Saint-Just's coldness was growing. The air was getting colder, hundreds of citizens of Charleston City were bundled close together. Christmas was in the air, although the spirits of the people were not ready for Christmas. War, death, hunger even on the winning side was taking its toll. "Peace on earth!" the bells rung loud and clear, Desmoulins walked down the streets and frowned "there is no peace, this is the Civil War. I pray someday peace will come again." For Saint-Just however, there was no peace on earth- just the revolution remained for him. As the citizens prayed for Christ to bring them peace, Saint-Just frowned: "We cannot have peace! Besides Christ does not even interfere, it is up for us humans to bring the change" Saint-Just exclaimed- brown eyes glaring "Peace is not possible until every last enemy of freedom is destroyed."
Flickering Candle
Spring had
arrived. The Senate Chamber was quite until Peter Saint-Just took the floor
“Citizens!” he shouted trying to sound as strong as the late Senator Camhouille
“We are winning this war but must never give up our fight. In the name of
liberty and equality we must march on until every last one of our enemies is
destroyed! The moderates, these are the traitors to our land. We must all be
passionately committed to the South, there shall be no more moderates no more
middle ground. Destroy all our opposition, they must be submitting to the reign
of liberty. Here I stand, no compromise and no yielding. I shall be heard, I
demand a voice ” Saint-Just caught himself having trouble breathing. “Citizens,
now is the time to choose” Saint-Just put a hand to his chest and closed his
eyes, everything will be fine “Now I stand! We must achieve victory, for the
Confederate States of America!” Saint-Just felt dizzy, as he was overcome.
“Saint-Just!”
Desmoulins took hold of the younger man who was on the verge of collapsing.
“Senator Desmoulins, I’m fine- it is just a small spell of…” Saint-Just paused,
his thoughts were getting scattered. Desmoulins eventually carried Saint-Just’s
entire weight and brought him out of the senate chamber.
Peter Saint-Just
collapsed on the couch outside of the senate antechamber. His fever was high,
brown hair sticking to his skin. Saint-Just closed his eyes what is wrong with me? twenty six years
old and influential, there is no way Peter Saint-Just of South Carolina could
be dying. Senator Desmoulins took Saint-Just’s hand and felt how the hand was
burning up “Peter” Desmoulins coaxed “do you hear me?” Saint-Just looked over
at Desmoulins “I do… I’m here, it can’t be my time to die yet.” Desmoulins
glimpsed sadly away “what do you think, about death?” Saint-Just looked into Desmoulins
eyes and replied “those who accept the grace of Christ shall be saved, we can
physically die but never die spiritually.” Desmoulins held Saint-Just’s hand “I
believe the same.” It hit Desmoulins that it was a very real possibility Saint-Just
was dying. “Hold on, I’m getting a doctor” said Desmoulins as he dialed an
emergency number.
The doctor pulled aside Saint-Just’s waistcoat and shirt to check his heart beat. Saint-Just’s skin was wet and sweaty. The doctor put a needle into Saint-Just’s skin and exited the room for a minute. The doctor came back with a sad expression on his face; “Senator Saint-Just, I regret to inform you- that you have an advanced case of pneumonia. Due to the length of time you have been leaving it untreated, it is likely to be fatal- even with treatments.” Saint-Just looked sadly around the room; “It is done? I suppose I must put all I have left in me for the cause, or perhaps for a greater cause.” The doctor looked at Saint-Just sadly, and left. Desmoulins held Saint-Just’s hand and was at a loss for words. “James” Saint-Just looked up at his friend “I know we have differed politically, I was always the radical the revolutionary. I just want to let you know, I have so much respect for you.” Desmoulins felt a tear coming into his eyes, Saint-Just this 26 year old man was just told his life was going to be cut drastically short. Desmoulins could only manage “thank you Saint-Just” to come out of his mouth. Saint-Just was getting tired, “may I go back to my apartment?” Desmoulins felt hurt; he remembered seeing entire generations rise and fall, entire powerful figures dying and giving way for new ones. Peter Saint-Just was so full of life, so full of passion yet now his young life was about to be quenched from him. Saint-Just should not be thought of as this invalid he is now, but he must be thought of as that passionate revolutionary he once was and in a way still is. Desmoulins wiped away a tear and helped Saint-Just to his feet. Saint-Just’s apartment was only a couple buildings away. Desmoulins opened the door of Saint-Just’s apartment. “Do you need anything?” Desmoulins asked. Saint-Just was at this point laying on his bed; “Not now Desmoulins, thank you though. Get some rest.” Desmoulins gripped Saint-Just’s hand “Please Saint-Just, keep fighting for your beliefs.” and left. Saint-Just was left alone.
The doctor pulled aside Saint-Just’s waistcoat and shirt to check his heart beat. Saint-Just’s skin was wet and sweaty. The doctor put a needle into Saint-Just’s skin and exited the room for a minute. The doctor came back with a sad expression on his face; “Senator Saint-Just, I regret to inform you- that you have an advanced case of pneumonia. Due to the length of time you have been leaving it untreated, it is likely to be fatal- even with treatments.” Saint-Just looked sadly around the room; “It is done? I suppose I must put all I have left in me for the cause, or perhaps for a greater cause.” The doctor looked at Saint-Just sadly, and left. Desmoulins held Saint-Just’s hand and was at a loss for words. “James” Saint-Just looked up at his friend “I know we have differed politically, I was always the radical the revolutionary. I just want to let you know, I have so much respect for you.” Desmoulins felt a tear coming into his eyes, Saint-Just this 26 year old man was just told his life was going to be cut drastically short. Desmoulins could only manage “thank you Saint-Just” to come out of his mouth. Saint-Just was getting tired, “may I go back to my apartment?” Desmoulins felt hurt; he remembered seeing entire generations rise and fall, entire powerful figures dying and giving way for new ones. Peter Saint-Just was so full of life, so full of passion yet now his young life was about to be quenched from him. Saint-Just should not be thought of as this invalid he is now, but he must be thought of as that passionate revolutionary he once was and in a way still is. Desmoulins wiped away a tear and helped Saint-Just to his feet. Saint-Just’s apartment was only a couple buildings away. Desmoulins opened the door of Saint-Just’s apartment. “Do you need anything?” Desmoulins asked. Saint-Just was at this point laying on his bed; “Not now Desmoulins, thank you though. Get some rest.” Desmoulins gripped Saint-Just’s hand “Please Saint-Just, keep fighting for your beliefs.” and left. Saint-Just was left alone.
Saint-Just Alone
Peter Saint-Just
was sitting on his bed, steering at the ceiling. Heaven was so close. Camhouille was in heaven, what would she
think of Saint-Just’s actions? Would she be applauding him? or would she frown
upon his fanaticism? Desmoulins! Oh Desmoulins! That dear elder statesman seems
to care so much about young Peter as a son. How would his death effect Desmoulins?
Saint-Just had tears flooding his eyes. He did not want to die, there was so
much that could be done through states rights. States rights can make the world perfect, and make a utopia. We are so
close, our goal is within grasp. When I’m dead, what shall happen? I…. words
can’t explain. Will the United States stand? Will the North actually reform
itself as Senator Desmoulins believes? Camhouille, I did it- you did not die in
vain. Saint-Just tried to rest, but every time Saint-Just closed his eyes
and image of himself in a coffin came to his mind. Sleep eventually found Saint-Just.
He awoke the next day, and looked towards the window. The sunrise was beautiful;
Saint-Just perhaps should deliver a copy of his will to his dear friend Thomas
Warren. The problem was Amherst County was in the way between Saint-Just in
Washington, DC and his friend Thomas Warren in Lynchburg City. Amherst County
was where the armies were gathered for weeks, something was going to happen.
Saint-Just
bid his landlady farewell and straddled his white horse. Off the horse galloped
into the northern Virginia cities and towns.
The Final Battle
“Troops!”
Roberts announced “this point in the war is hard; we have one last chance to
turn the war in our favor. In the heart of the South we must make a move. We
must sneak into Amherst County, Virginia. The North made for one last push,
marching to Virginia. This shall be our last stand, this battle here on this
field will determine whether we win or lose. This battle will determine whether
the fanatical forces of Saint-Just shall prevail, or whether the old union will
be strong. This is our final stand, we must achieve victory.” Millson though
disliked this; "It is unnecessary to have any more bloodshed, brother
fighting against brother. I favor putting an end to the rebellion, but we
are clearly outnumbered." In West Virginia, their state assembly was
forced to have a choice “We have to secede and follow the South, we are running
low on resources and need to follow the rest of the states so we do not earn
their wrath.” said a West Virginia senators.
In
Pennsylvania the backwoodsmen could not care less about the war. “We did not
bargain for this, but we have to make a choice!” a Pennsylvania senator said
“We have to secede not out of principle, but out of necessity.” The
Pennsylvanians signed a declaration giving themselves into the confederacy.
Only New
York and Massachusetts at this point were left standing. President Pulaski
looked out his window, the people were in poverty. Walking through the streets President
Pulaski would go up to a citizen and give a penny “I’m sorry this war has taken
such a bad turn.” Pulaski would say. Food was becoming scare, especially since
most of the food was being given to the army. The ‘March to the Sea’ really
gave a painful sting to the North.
Amherst
County, southern Virginia. In the heart of the South, the armies were gathered.
A land riddled with the Blue Ridge Mountains. The northern troops were lined up
in the valley. In this valley was a large two story old stone farmhouse. This
farmhouse was composed of 110 acres, and sprawled out beautifully across from
the field where the fight was going to be taking place. The last stand of
Robert Grey was to prevail in this place. Young
Olivia Grey was looking tiredly out the window: “Mommy! Why can’t we go back to
New York!” Her mom looked at Olivia: “Grandfather Desmoulins offered to have us
stay at his farmhouse until the fighting is over, it appears the fighting
followed us here.” Olivia looked out the
window and saw her dad- General Grey mounting a horse. “Daddy!” Olivia ran out
of her farmhouse exploring, she did not want to remain cooped up all day.
Olivia heard the soldiers and ran towards the fight while in her play dress.
Before Olivia knew it the battle was getting closer; “Daddy!!!” Olivia screamed
as she saw her dad Robert Grey- son in law of James Desmoulins, commanding
troops for the North. This little girl was foolish, who in the right mind would
put herself in so much danger. Such a young life would be tragic to lose
though, she never knew any better. Peter Saint-Just rode his white horse into
the front lines, through the smoke and the fire Saint-Just heard a scream that
had a northern Pennsylvania accent similar to his own, young Olivia was trying
to get to her father in time because she wanted to be with him. She was in the
wrong place at the wrong time; Saint-Just rode towards her in an attempt to
rescue. Olivia saw Saint-Just’s southern uniform and froze in fright, a
southern soldier had his gun aimed towards her. Saint-Just seeing this leapt in
front of the soldier pushing Olivia into the bushes. Saint Just felt a pain in
his chest, right in his heart. “Run!” he screamed to the civilian who ran into
the woods, Saint-Just’s brown eyes grew hazy he looked up to see the most
marvelous light he had ever seen. Christ was reaching out with open arms, Saint-Just
knew Christ since he was a little boy. Since youth Saint-Just admired and was
in awe of how through Christ’s sacrifice we will have eternal peace and
liberty, Saint-Just never set out to do that but wanted to be a Christ like
example for others. For the first time in his life Peter Saint-Just was at
perfect peace. He closed his eyes and went closer to the light, to freedom, to
heaven.
The
battlefield was riddled in disaster, bodies were everywhere, and young women
went through the bodies weeping. The old and young women all wearing black
walking in between the rows of bodies. The smoke still held heavily in the air,
thousands of young men never to see again. Thousands of living scared for life
during this horrible conflict called the “civil war.” In a large hole about to
be covered in dirt the bodies were laying. Peter Saint-Just’s body lay spread out with
the rest, his nullification sash around his waist and a peaceful expression of
content that he rarely bore in life. The war was over.
Peace- so far but so close
President Cara Millson arranged a meeting with President Andrew Pulaski, so different yet so alike. Both were chosen to lead their country, both were humble, and neither wanted the war. “Mr. Pulaski, I realize neither of us wanted this war. It was the fanatics that instigated the war.” Andrew Pulaski nodded his head “it is a shame all this bloodshed took place, it should not have happened.” President Millson looked at Andrew Robertson “I concur, Andrew- I know the North is very bitter about losing this war. Now New York and Massachusetts are absorbed into the United States. Will you please be my Vice President? I believe this move may help unite the North and the South. What do you think Andrew Pulaski? Will you accept it?”
Andrew Pulaski looked over at Millson “I do not want to be in a position of power again, thank you for the offer. However I want to retire back into the woodlands of Massachusetts and enjoy life in private.” President Millson smiled “it takes a truly honorable man to give up power like that, I commend you Andrew Pulaski.” Pulaski smiled at Millson and departed for Massachusetts. All the states were together again, although not in a way they excepted. The secessionists were humbled by the crises, and eventually were able to bring themselves to compromise. James Desmoulins returned to his office. Desmoulins looked at his papers and saw something on his desk- a paper. Desmoulins reached for it “Senator Desmoulins, this is the list of causalities from the last battle- our colleague Peter Saint-Just is among the dead.” Desmoulins looked down the list- there he was Peter Saint-Just. Desmoulins buried his face in his hand Saint-Just! I know now you are in the arms of Christ. It hurts so much losing a friend though. We disagreed so many times Saint-Just, but I saw you as my own son. I will miss you Saint-Just but I know one day I shall see you again. Saint-Just I know you did not expect the war to get this bitter and bloody but it did, it appears at times the revolution will swallow its own. It was worth it though. Rest in peace Peter Saint-Just, may you always be remembered. Senator James Desmoulins folded the paper and put it in the memory chest that traveled everywhere with him.
Peace- so far but so close
President Cara Millson arranged a meeting with President Andrew Pulaski, so different yet so alike. Both were chosen to lead their country, both were humble, and neither wanted the war. “Mr. Pulaski, I realize neither of us wanted this war. It was the fanatics that instigated the war.” Andrew Pulaski nodded his head “it is a shame all this bloodshed took place, it should not have happened.” President Millson looked at Andrew Robertson “I concur, Andrew- I know the North is very bitter about losing this war. Now New York and Massachusetts are absorbed into the United States. Will you please be my Vice President? I believe this move may help unite the North and the South. What do you think Andrew Pulaski? Will you accept it?”
Andrew Pulaski looked over at Millson “I do not want to be in a position of power again, thank you for the offer. However I want to retire back into the woodlands of Massachusetts and enjoy life in private.” President Millson smiled “it takes a truly honorable man to give up power like that, I commend you Andrew Pulaski.” Pulaski smiled at Millson and departed for Massachusetts. All the states were together again, although not in a way they excepted. The secessionists were humbled by the crises, and eventually were able to bring themselves to compromise. James Desmoulins returned to his office. Desmoulins looked at his papers and saw something on his desk- a paper. Desmoulins reached for it “Senator Desmoulins, this is the list of causalities from the last battle- our colleague Peter Saint-Just is among the dead.” Desmoulins looked down the list- there he was Peter Saint-Just. Desmoulins buried his face in his hand Saint-Just! I know now you are in the arms of Christ. It hurts so much losing a friend though. We disagreed so many times Saint-Just, but I saw you as my own son. I will miss you Saint-Just but I know one day I shall see you again. Saint-Just I know you did not expect the war to get this bitter and bloody but it did, it appears at times the revolution will swallow its own. It was worth it though. Rest in peace Peter Saint-Just, may you always be remembered. Senator James Desmoulins folded the paper and put it in the memory chest that traveled everywhere with him.
Congress
decided The rules will be the same way they were right after the American
Revolution that Jenaye Rhine and James Desmoulins set up so long ago. Desmoulins
was so much older than the 20 year old he was at the start of the American
Revolution. Desmoulins was now 85 and weak, however personality wise he had not
changed since the days of the first revolution. “On the issue of states’ rights” Desmoulins
explained to congress “we should have a combination between the views of Camhouille,
Murray and J’lay. We must possess Murray’s love of the union and keeping the
union strong and friendly. We must keep J’lay’s compromising spirit and know
that we must all make peace with those who are our friends. We must also have Camhouille’s
knowledge that the states must check and balance the federal government.” the
crowd cheered as Desmoulins sat down with a smile on his face.
Pazo
Pazo was bitter and nothing was going to hide that fact. This system she thought up all her life- gone! All that Pazo owned was gone in a very bloody four years of conflict. The Civil War was over, and the North lost fair and square. There was no way in the near future the North that Pazo loved so well was going to ever be prominent; they will live as slaves to the South- in Pazo’s view. Pazo was enraged at this; he did not want to bow to anybody and never wanted to submit to anybody. Pazo was never going to admit she could be wrong about anything; she would rather die than be wrong. Pazo’s pride was injured but now it was broken. There is no more dangerous state of a proud individual than being totally broken and without God. Everything is gone! there is nothing to live for, my side lost fair and square. Now we shall be under the South’s rule I fear. There is nothing left for me, everything is destroyed. We will be treated as a conquered enemy and not equally I fear. I would rather die than live in defeat. Pazo marched up to his mansion. The mansion was dilapidated and burnt from the ravages of war. The troops spent a few nights in here and treated the place like dirt. Heroes like the deceased Peter Saint-Just was praised, while the losing side was treated like dust. Pazo was not one to accept defeat, but neither was he a conformist. Pazo will win either way, or so he thought. Pazo’s thinking process was not normal, but after his hard life- whose would be? Pazo walked up the worn steps of his mansion, he looked out one of the walls which once were pure glass but the glass was now all broken. Pazo wrapped herself in the North’s battle flag and took his battle gun. Pazo pulled the trigger and it was all over for Pazo. Although there wasn't Pazo to worry about anymore, other Northerners like Pazo wanted a "no compromise" and were forever going to be bitter by the fact that the South won, and they have to now compromise and live together as one solid and happy union. Reconstruction was going to be tough, everybody knew it. The union was together again, and they were going to pick up the pieces where they left off.
Night of Tragedy and New Beginnings
Pazo was bitter and nothing was going to hide that fact. This system she thought up all her life- gone! All that Pazo owned was gone in a very bloody four years of conflict. The Civil War was over, and the North lost fair and square. There was no way in the near future the North that Pazo loved so well was going to ever be prominent; they will live as slaves to the South- in Pazo’s view. Pazo was enraged at this; he did not want to bow to anybody and never wanted to submit to anybody. Pazo was never going to admit she could be wrong about anything; she would rather die than be wrong. Pazo’s pride was injured but now it was broken. There is no more dangerous state of a proud individual than being totally broken and without God. Everything is gone! there is nothing to live for, my side lost fair and square. Now we shall be under the South’s rule I fear. There is nothing left for me, everything is destroyed. We will be treated as a conquered enemy and not equally I fear. I would rather die than live in defeat. Pazo marched up to his mansion. The mansion was dilapidated and burnt from the ravages of war. The troops spent a few nights in here and treated the place like dirt. Heroes like the deceased Peter Saint-Just was praised, while the losing side was treated like dust. Pazo was not one to accept defeat, but neither was he a conformist. Pazo will win either way, or so he thought. Pazo’s thinking process was not normal, but after his hard life- whose would be? Pazo walked up the worn steps of his mansion, he looked out one of the walls which once were pure glass but the glass was now all broken. Pazo wrapped herself in the North’s battle flag and took his battle gun. Pazo pulled the trigger and it was all over for Pazo. Although there wasn't Pazo to worry about anymore, other Northerners like Pazo wanted a "no compromise" and were forever going to be bitter by the fact that the South won, and they have to now compromise and live together as one solid and happy union. Reconstruction was going to be tough, everybody knew it. The union was together again, and they were going to pick up the pieces where they left off.
Night of Tragedy and New Beginnings
It was the
night of April 13th and President Millson was going to the theater
to see a play called “Our Mostly American Aunt.” The theater was packed and
Millson sat in a booth facing right towards the stage. A young actress in
black- Mary Snat was lurking behind the presidential pew. Mary was from Maine
and very bitter over the northern defeat. Why
did we have to lose? We had right on our side. All we wanted was to put the
revolutionary South in their place. We wanted tradition to prevail in the
North, we wanted to keep the status quo and now we lost everything. thought
Snat I must do something to encourage the
North to rise again, I must kill President Cara Millson. Mary worked for
the northern army, and watched three of her brothers get shot down in the
bloody Battle of Leesburg. Mary wanted revenge; she took out her pistol and
aimed. Silently Mary approached President Millson and fired shouting “long live
the North!” The audience gasped and was totally not expecting anything like
that happening. People were screaming to get out of the theater, within the
chaos Mary Snat stuck out through the back door and was never seen again. “Ms.
President!” Allee Summers screamed and hugged the president’s body. Millson was
barely breathing but still alive. The ambulance came and rushed Millson to the
hospital. This was the first successful assassination attempt in 200 years.
The walls of the entire hospital were
stark white; the nation was at a standstill. Summers held Millsons’ hand.
President
Millson looked into Summer’s eyes and squeezed her land. Summers pleaded
“President Millson, please live! We need you to guide us into the
reconstruction! Without you I do not know where these United States would be.
You brought up through this great Civil War to victory. Now we are a broken
nation that needs to be strong again as we once were before the storm.” Millson
gave a smile “but I hear in the distance the citizens of heaven, our heroes
from the revolution and antebellum eras are already up there. Our brave men and
women such as Saint-Just who fought in this war and are no longer with us, most
of them are up there. Heaven is where all those believers live in happiness, I
don’t want to die but God has a time for all of us. If it is my time…” Millson
closed her eyes and ascended into the light. “No!” Summers fill weeping at the
president’s body like a little child. April 13th at 10:00 PM
President Millson was no more. The nation wept and mourned for their president.
With the death of an official so sudden and tragic, a nation may not know where
to go. Millson’s vice president was a woman named Brittany Peterson of
Connecticut. Brittany grew up well to do. Brittany had red hair, was on the
heavier size and had brown eyes. Brittany being from the North was probably
going to be tender on the northern states during reconstruction.
Phoenix Out of the Ashes
The impoverished people of the losing side---
Northeastern United States with help from a man only known as Tony were finally
free from the system of debt and poverty when they learned they needed to get
off of the government and use their own common sense. Streets were crowded with
citizens that had no work. Soup kitchens were packed to the maximum limit;
thousands of citizens were starving and begging for even a small morsel to eat.
This was the North- East of the United States. After a bloody civil war, the
South East of the United States won with their superior economy and technology,
and now both sides were hurting but neither was hurting as much as the north.
The South eventually took over the North which was not able to take care of
itself, and now the United States were one union again. On the Civil Rights side of things- Abortion
was now illegal. Equality was finally allowed; all citizens had a right to be
born and a right to live. Citizens in the North however did not have the
quality of life that existed in the South. Desmoulins was sitting at his desk, as the
secretary handed him a letter sealed in black wax. Ever since the Civil War,
hand-written letters took place of emails, although emails were used for some
things still. The main reason for this change was fear of government scrutiny.
Desmoulins felt a shiver of fear up his spine- somebody he knew passed away
this meant by the black, opening his letter Desmoulins read “Honorable Senator
Desmoulins, I tearfully must inform you that my husband Andrew Pulaski has
passed on after a struggle with a cold that turned into pneumonia. At his age,
his immune system could not take the blow. He was not in much of any pain from
what is appeared, he wanted me to tell you that out of all of the politicians
in the South, he admired you greatly. Pulaski gave up his ghost a few days
later. He is at peace now with Christ.- Stephanie White-Pulaski.” Desmoulins did not hold back the tears, they
streamed down his face as strongly as the James River rushes down the Blue
Ridge Mountains. Pulaski- gone! Desmoulins wishes the war did not take such a
harsh toll on the North, for innocent lives had suffered. Pulaski’s funeral was
a few weeks later, the citizens assembled in crowds as they mourned this great statesman.
Pulaski’s body was layed to rest in the dirt of his native New Hampshire, his tomb
stone read this “One day the United States shall be rejoined.” The sun set on Pulaski’s
grave- and another era.
Desmoulins was riding the train back to his home in Amherst County thinking to himself The war is over. I really have witnessed a ton of events. It seems mostly everybody from my American Revolution days is now dead, their memories will live on. I lived through the days when we had to start a new, and we started a revolution against President William Arnold. I almost was alive during those trying days in between revolutions. I remember Murray and his wonderful rhetoric. I remember J’lay and her compromising spirit and wonderful smile. I remember Camhouille, where do I begin? that powerful leader who brought South Carolina and took them to the ideological barricade of freedom against the oppressors of corruption. Peter Saint-Just who was a son to me and I remember how must he looked up to Camhouille and admired her. I remember Van Fordley and her corrupt schemes, and also the way Van Fordley fell. Those glory days will be remembered, I will be sure of it. I shall keep these papers I have of these memories in this chest forever. I outlived all of them. In normal circumstances I should retire, how I long to be back at my farm. However I cannot think of retiring. My life is almost over, I’m 85 years old. I want to now give the last breathe I have in me to preserving the freedoms we have now won. Liberty and equality! as Saint-Just would have said. These ideals must be upheld, I cannot surrender and I cannot quit. The youth is the future; we must make sure they value it.
Desmoulins was riding the train back to his home in Amherst County thinking to himself The war is over. I really have witnessed a ton of events. It seems mostly everybody from my American Revolution days is now dead, their memories will live on. I lived through the days when we had to start a new, and we started a revolution against President William Arnold. I almost was alive during those trying days in between revolutions. I remember Murray and his wonderful rhetoric. I remember J’lay and her compromising spirit and wonderful smile. I remember Camhouille, where do I begin? that powerful leader who brought South Carolina and took them to the ideological barricade of freedom against the oppressors of corruption. Peter Saint-Just who was a son to me and I remember how must he looked up to Camhouille and admired her. I remember Van Fordley and her corrupt schemes, and also the way Van Fordley fell. Those glory days will be remembered, I will be sure of it. I shall keep these papers I have of these memories in this chest forever. I outlived all of them. In normal circumstances I should retire, how I long to be back at my farm. However I cannot think of retiring. My life is almost over, I’m 85 years old. I want to now give the last breathe I have in me to preserving the freedoms we have now won. Liberty and equality! as Saint-Just would have said. These ideals must be upheld, I cannot surrender and I cannot quit. The youth is the future; we must make sure they value it.
Senator James Desmoulins arrived at his farm; he
took a horse up the long driveway and surveyed the 110 acres. Charlotte and
Robert were both there with Olivia. Desmoulins put the chest in the house, “may
I speak to you?” Desmoulins asked Charlotte and Robert as they followed him
into the other room. “Thank you so much for keeping watch over my farmhouse, I
was wondering- if I’m still alive when Olivia is 15 if she can visit and help
me in Washington City? I would love her to learn and to experience our Capitol
City. Even if she is not interested in politics I believe it will be a
wonderful learning experience for a beautiful young lady such as her.” Charlotte
and Robert looked at each other “I don’t see a problem with it.” said Robert,
“neither does I.” inserted Charlotte. “This will be wonderful, thank you!” said
James Desmoulins before he retired for the night.
Rising
Future
Years went by as quickly as seasons. Out of the
ashes young Olivia Grey grew to be a strong, determined woman. Somewhere in the
back of her mind she remembers a day as a young girl running out into the field
to find her father- Olivia’s life was speared by a southern gentleman with a
tall hat and a nullification sash. This gentleman fell to the ground and his
eyes took on a glazed appearance. Olivia never knew his name and at the young
age of six did not understand. In later years Olivia paused for a somber
moment, she changed very much since the young girl who ran out to find her
father. Olivia was about 16 years old at this point, had long auburn hair and
brown eyes. Olivia was beautiful. She had small brown eyes, and a diamond face.
Her hair was a medium brown and very long. Olivia was skinny as Desmoulins was,
but she was also tall like her father Robert. Olivia Grey was also quite soft spoken
and very gentle towards all. She had a curiosity about her, always trying to
find solutions to problems. Olivia walked up to her apartment. Olivia’s
apartment was very sparse with very few furniture, Olivia was only 16 years old
and living in Washington City.
Olivia walked into Desmoulins’s office, how strange
a man at age 100 chooses to return to the senate. “Sit down young lady” Desmoulins
smiled. Olivia brushed aside a long piece of her hair “Honorable senator, I was
thinking on one of my long pleasurable summer nights alone of the past. There
is so much I do not know, and so much I long to grasp. I remember a man, with a
red sash and long brown hair. It was during a battle, I should have died, yet
this man jumped in front of me and saved my life. I was young and foolish, he
was brave- yet I have a feeling at one time he may have been as impulsive and
young as I was at one time. I feel this need to know more but the history books
I read alone aren’t telling me.” Desmoulins listened; he had found a kindred
spirit- somebody else who took pleasure in long solitary walks, and thoughts
about history. “Olivia” Desmoulins said “my granddaughter, I had a house once
on my farm in western Virginia by
Lynchburg, it was a large and old stone 200 year old house and still exists-
there I collected numerous memories and relics that have been casted aside.
There I started my own political museum.” Desmoulins explained “Oh grandfather,
may I see it?” asked Olivia as her eyes widened “Yes, anytime my dear.” Desmoulins
handed her a key.
Olivia took the train to Lynchburg, Virginia, as
she walked through the streets it was very built up and urban, skyscrapers
reached to the sky but at the edge of the road was an overgrown field. Olivia
knew this was not where the farm was- the farm was in Amherst County. Olivia
rented a horse and rode into Amherst County, Virginia. The suburbs were
sprawled out but eventually Olivia found the address she was looking for “1770
Peter’s Hollow Drive, Monroe, Virginia.” Olivia walked to the corn field and
eventually saw the house. It was a stone two story house just as grandfather Desmoulins
described! Olivia found the blue door with a large key hole. Olivia opened the
door with the key. There before her was a very well-preserved room, the
wallpaper was bright red, the shelves held many books. In the corner of the
room was a box, Olivia opened the box. The first object she saw was a pamphlet
“President Arnold takes hold! To arms! To arms!”, the second object was a
picture of James Desmoulins, the third object was a foreign newspaper in
French—Olivia knew a little bit of French and from what she read is was a call
from Julia Rospierre calling for American help in their revolution, below this
paper she saw something else that caught her eyes- a letter from the famed
Senator Camhouille talking about the citizen’s rights- in it she saw Camhouille
wrote “we were all given natural rights from God! Citizens, we must act- we can
no longer remain silent.” Olivia froze, she was remaining silent- yet this
letter from beyond the grave made her feel a tad awakened- Camhouille was sincere about it in her writing, she loved
her America and it hurt her to see the citizen’s rights taken like this, also
in the box was a red nullification sash, a few notes passed by Senator Murray
to his wife Celeste in the gallery- funny notes ranging from jokes about
senators to just asking about her day, the last thing she saw was a report of
known casualties in the Battle of Amherst County, along with portraits of the
dead--- Peter Saint-Just’s. Olivia froze looking at the picture of his young
face, so familiar was this man that gave his life for her? Peter Saint-Just, a
radical southern politician who gave his life for--- her? Saint-Just believed
in states’ rights, she and her father fought to keep the union together. Saint-Just
was an honorable man, even if she never knew him and did not fully agree with
his politics. Saint-Just was buried in a mass grave in northern Amherst County
which was only just north of Monroe where the farmhouse was. Olivia put the box
back and mounted her horse. She kept the map of the battlefield with her and
tried to gain her surroundings. this place at one time was reliant on farming-
but now had sprawling suburbs throughout the county. Although some parts of the
county were still rural and looked beautiful. Olivia found the coordinates
where the mass grave was supposed to be located. Olivia’s horse stopped and she
looked up and found a large grassy mound that must have been the grave. She
knelt down by it and looked up to the sky saying “thank you.” If it was not for
somebody’s mercy, she would not be here today. Hopefully this man was in
heaven, Olivia had a feeling he was.
Preserving
the Past
Olivia
walked out of the graveyard; she had to visit her grandfather in DC again- to
make sure he was alright. Olivia walked to the train station, and got off at
the “Capitol South” stop. Olivia walked through the busy streets of Washington
City with a new understanding of the sacrifices the previous generations made. Who shall think of these sacrifices? Who
shall preserve them? I’m not Senator Camhouille, with a voice so powerful to
bring the walls of the Bastille down yet with a charm that attracted many. Olivia
thought What can I do? I’m not material
to run for office, I don’t like the limelight. I want to have this freedom we
are having now preserved. Olivia bumped into a young man- Michael Prescott
“Hello there” Prescott took Olivia’s hand, “my name is Michael” his voice was
pleasant “I’m very sorry about bumping into you, I was just thinking.” Olivia
looked up “my name is Olivia, that is very fine- I was thinking also… about
history.”
“History?”
Michael looked up, “as was I. I’m an intern at the Library of Congress going
through some artifacts and thinking ‘wow, I wish we could preserve these
freedoms the previous generations gave us’ but I’m not a political type, I’m no
Ryan Murray. What can I do?”
Olivia
looked at him “We can’t run for office, but we can encourage others to. We can
still help I believe.”
Michael
smiled; “even those who cannot vote can help, to get all the citizens
knowledgeable and having them contact our representatives to make sure they
listen!”
Olivia smiled; “I agree.”
Olivia smiled; “I agree.”
A young
lady stood on the capitol steps- her name was Elizabeth she was campaigning for
Carol Anne Paul. “I’m 7 years old, I can’t vote yet- but we all must do
whatever we could.” Olivia smiled and held up Elizabeth’s sign “there is hope”
Michael said with a smile, “all of the citizens are becoming aware.”
Olivia looked down on her watch; “I must go to
the senate chamber, for grandfather is ill in health as of lately and I want to
be there for him.”
Michael smiled; “Why certainly.”
Michael smiled; “Why certainly.”
Into the Light of Heaven
James Desmoulins
walked up the long senate hallway and into an ante-chamber. He was aging, the
senate lights were dimming. Desmoulins saw in the light the faces of his 80
years in public service. They had so many people, so many things to have
witnessed. Living through so many years of history, so many faces appeared and
were gone. Revolutions, Civil Wars and riots took their toll. The
revolutionaries were dead, but the spirit was still alive in heaven, their views
will always live on as well. He lived so long that he witnessed two entire
generations rise and fall. Desmoulins was a young man at the start of the
American Revolution. He witnessed the Boston Tea Party, the first spark of war,
the nullification crises, the Civil War and now his time was closing. Most of
the characters he knew and heard of were now in heaven, Desmoulins’s time was
nearing. James Desmoulins looked up and brushed aside a long piece of graying
brown hair. His sea green eyes looked around the lonely senate chamber. So quite, but these walls during time of
revolution were not this dismal. During revolutionary days these elegant marble
walls heard filibusters, these walls heard J’lay call to arms against England,
they heard Camhouille defend states rights and the rights of the people, these
walls heard late night whispers of the Committee on Safety, and these walls
heard fanatical Peter Saint-Just. These walls now we’re hearing peaceful
discussions, the fight for liberty was over and won- but not over
permanently. Desmoulins was growing weak and frail; eyes
remembered a finer time than this. He was nearing death, and it was time for a
new generation to take over and carry on his torch- those like Olivia, Matthew
and Elizabeth. This was the young people’s time; they were to take the torch. James
grasped the hand of an angel and what he saw was the thousands of patriots in
the past that created the history of these United States cheering him on. All
of them were at eternal peace but have accomplished their duty for the future
and for posterity. It was the future’s
turn to take his torch and through this dark era of American history, carry
America into the future. Onward to the 22nd century! The future was
full of uncertainty but one thing remained- their faith in God, the American
individualism nature and the lessons of history guiding the way to make America
a better place. Through the treacherous time when James Desmoulins stood up to
King Arnold and demanded our rights shall be free, Young Charity Jacobsen at
the beginning of the century watching young gentlemen dump goods into the
harbor, America watching in horror and interest as young Julie Rospierre
shouted ‘to arms!’ , idealistic Caroline Camhouille standing on the table of a café defying the
popular Andrew Dickinson, J’lay and Murray working out compromises into the
early hours of the morning, Pazo firing the shot on Fort Sumter, Andrew Millson’s
victory, Saint-Just riding heroically through the lines of the Civil War and
saving a young girl before he also perished, thousands of other countless
citizens mentioned in this history were also there. Desmoulins saw the millions
of patriots including those from his own life who passed on inviting him to
follow them to heaven- all of those from the revolutionary way except for King
Arnold, Rospierre who was saved at the last minutes of her life showing it is
not goodness that gets somebody to heaven but grace alone, Camhouille, J’lay,
Murray, Celeste, everybody except Van Fordley that he remembers from the
compromise days, Saint-Just was in heaven, Millson, Sumner, Pulaski, Rospierre
and others. More faces then he could name, the list given is only a few. Desmoulins’
beliefs and testimony have helped so many. Desmoulins remembered those days when
all of these figures lived on earth. Those were the times of tragedy, idealism,
innocence and hope. They will have victories and defeats, but things are
looking better. Liberty, equality and justice- these words were echoed by many
characters these words may not win the day, but they will win in eternity. For
Christ may have gave us liberty through his blood, but he also gave us a world
to change and improve. Only the heavenly kingdom will be perfect, but shouldn’t
humans strive to make their temporary home better? “Citizens!” As Senator Camhouille
would have shouted with her strong lungs “we are needed!” The fight between
liberty and tyranny is everlasting, but liberty shall win in the end. Will we
stand with Camhouille and the others? Or shall we become Van Fordleys? America
will always strive to be that shining light, even during the sad times our
heads were held high towards the future’s light. For nothing would break the
heart of this story other than having apathetic citizens who do not realize
their rights are being taken away, until the last one is gone.
The Insurrectionists
Table of Contents:
Book I:
United We Stand
Book I:
United We Stand
Chapters
1. Winds
of Tension
2. High
Treason
3. The
Shot of Revolution
4. Prayer
5. Congress
is Convening
6. Farmers
as Soldiers and Revolutionaries
7. Needed
News
8. Down
with the King!
9. Rospierre
10. Revolution
as an Answer
11. Peasant’s
Cries
12. President
Louis
13. Rospierre
Plays Theology
14. America’s
Response
15. Desmoulin’s
Folly
16. Thermidor
17. Turnover
Book 2:
1. Desmoulins Reflections
2. The Triumvirate
3. England and France
4. Dickinson
5. Election Chaos
6. The People’s Will?
7. April Rose
8. Man of the People
9. Camhouille Suspicious
10. Van Fordley’s Pride
11. South Carolina on the Barricade
12. The Day Before Possible Revolution
13. Peter Saint-Just
14. Dinner Problems
15. Back in Washington
16. Van Fordley the Corrupt
17. Camhouille the Fearless Leader
18. Trying to Make Camhouille Fall
19. Van Fordley’s Way
20. Desmoulin’s Suspicions
21. Committee on Ethics
22. Morning
23. Last of Van Fordley but not the
Counterrevolutionaries
24. Desmoulins Knows Better
25. Stepping on the Revolution
26. J’lay
27. Waiting
28. Radicalism
29. Jacobins Everywhere!
30. Last of the Compromises
31. Camhouille’s Crusade,
Revolutionaries Awake
32.
Murray’s Reflections
33.
The Call
Compromises and Passions
1. Book
3:
The Untimely Hour
The Untimely Hour
2.
It is here
3.
Followers as Leaders
4.
Technology
5.
States Rights
6.
Raids
7.
Paranoia
8.
Revenge
9.
Saint-Just Fallen
10.
Saint-Just’s Chair
11.
A New President
12.
Unwanted Victory
13.
Saint-Just’s Wildfire and Desmoulin’s
Candle
14.
North
15.
Confederacy
16.
War
17.
Flickering Candle
18.
Saint-Just Alone
19.
The Final Battle
20.
Peace- So far but so close
21.
Pazo
22.
Night of Tragedy and New Beginnings
23.
Phoenix out of the Ashes
24.
Rising Future
25.
Preserving the Past
26.
Into the Light of Heaven
Forward: In these United States of America
history has come and gone. This young nation broke free from the tyrannical
bondage of foreign royalty and formed a new nation. History and life goes in
cycles, part of the old is renewed into the new and barely recognized but only
distinguishable by the educated of the land.
Chapter 1: Winds of Tension
The sun shone bright that January day; It was passed,
the Stamp Act. Every object with a stamp on it will be taxed. Young Charity
Jacobsen set aside her newspaper “has it come to this?” She listened
quietly as the adults of the small cross-roads town argued bitterly; “This is
the last straw!” a man said “Haven’t we been taxed enough?” an older man
strongly stated. A cold shiver went up Charity’s spine I don’t like this talk She thought.
Later in the White House of this very
same nation, a president was contemplating this protest. “Silly rebellious
citizens...” Arnold scoffed “my decrees are the highest in the nation, I spent
my whole life working to get this position and here I’m.” President Charles
Arnold ignored the people’s cries, he raised taxes, expanded government, sued
states, taxed tea and other beverages, taxed just about anything he could think
of. The people petitioned him to stop, but George didn’t listen, it was either
his way, or his way. Charity Jacobsen looked ready to march to “King
George’s” palace and defeat them herself.
A young man by the name of Brit Baber ran over to the girls
“Guess what? “ “what?” they replied. “Tonight, at different harbors throughout
the country, men are going to be dumping all the goods that President Arnold
taxed into the ocean.”
As night came, the moment arrived; Charity walked down to
the dock. The docks were quiet huddled in the dark were a group of men,
patriots no less; rebellious patriots, and they were angry. Charity stopped her
friend Ryan Murray, he had some sort of dirt that was black and sooty looking rubbed
against his face, as well as red, white and blue feathers on his head; so did
the other men. The men boarded the ship, the battle cry of “No taxation without
representation!” was sounded, goods… billions of dollars worth of goods were
dumped into the ocean. These men made it clear, that they didn’t like “King
George’s” taxes. Throughout these United States discontent was brewing,
citizens were not going to sit by when their rights were being taken- one word
remained: revolution.
These boys walking away starting singing the “Liberty Song”
by John Dickinson originally penned in the Revolutionary War
Come join hand in hand brave American’s
all and rouse your bold hearts to fear liberty’s call….. in freedom we’re born
and in freedom we live. Our purses are ready, steady friend steady. Not as
slaves but as free men our money we’ll give!
High Treason
That very night as President Arnold heard of the
incident, he was enraged. A pen flung across the Oval Office. “I’ve had enough!
I want to know the names of these traitors! I won’t put up with treason.”
President Arnold had balding white hair, always wore a scowl that was twisted
but rarely showed this when the voters were around. Arnold's nasal New York
accent was not the most attractive sound that hit the world. Arnold had cold
blue eyes, and was very plump but tall. Senator James Desmoulins from Virginia
was in the room. Senator Desmoulins was a handsome fellow, his chestnut brown
hair was lightly sprinkled with white, his hazel eyes held so much passion
under his calm demeanor. Desmoulins’s charm was gentle, and his nature
unassuming. The perfect picture of a southern gentleman- this was Desmoulins. “But
Mr. President” Desmoulins said with a charming Southern twang “they want less
rules and regulations, you should take a chance and listen to the people”
“The people?” President Arnold’s face grew brighter red “I
don’t need the people, I need me. What I say is right for all, what is right
for me is right for everyone!” Senator James Desmoulins listened and looked
nervously around the room “I respect your views but... you are acting like a
king” “Well, I’d rather be a King, then some common man with no power.
Secretary of War” Arnold summoned, the timid young Secretary approached, his
brown hair was disheveled, eye glasses crooked, shirt wrinkled. He tripped over
Senator Desmoulins’s cane, Desmoulins stopped over to help him up but President
Arnold put his hand in front of Desmoulins’s. “Secretary Gate, I want one
million troops deployed in the following states; South Carolina, Georgia,
Florida, North Carolina, Virginia, Alabama, Mississippi, Virginia, Texas,
Louisiana, California, Oregon, Washington, New Hampshire, Maine, Massachusetts,
Connecticut, New York, Rhode Island, New York, New Jersey, Maryland and
Delaware. I want to make it known, that nobody nullifies my tax by tossing tea
into the nearest harbor of these states.” The secretary left the room. Desmoulins
glanced at the President nervously “Virginia is my state. You shall not treat
us like dirt”
“I will treat you rebels however I see fit. This silly
rebellion must be put to death immediately!” William grunted. Desmoulins gave a
rare glair out of his normally calm eyes and steered down President William
Arnold. Desmoulins kept this gaze as Arnold waved his hand to dismiss James Desmoulins. Desmoulins approached the door and he replied
to President Arnold “Mark my words, that order you just gave will make the
patriots more admired then you ever wanted them to be.” Arnold rolled his eyes
after Desmoulins stormed out of the room.
The Shot of Revolution
Breathing heavily, a reporter ran up to Senator Desmoulins.
“we just received word….. Massachusetts….. war broke out!”
“What?” James Desmoulins
couldn’t believe what he heard.
“In Lexington, Kentucky this morning President Arnold’s
troops clashed with a small group of Kentuckians. The Kentuckians saw President
Arnold’s troops getting ready to get a train to go east to Virginia. These
Kentucky patriots weren’t going to let the troops through. Refusing to submit
to the soldier’s demands, an explosion was heard but the intensity of the
people’s emotions caused them to think somebody fired. Citizens and soldiers
alike looked frantically around the field “who fired?” shouted one young man
with long red hair. “I have no clue, I did not see anybody fire!” replied a
makeshift general. After this shots started exchanging on both sides. War broke
out. The explosion was later found out to be from an abandoned building, where carbon
dioxide was building up. Desmoulins shook his head “No, just no… why did it
come to this?” Shock was in the air, what happened? At the president's mansion,
Charles Arnold smiled; “Well, that should show those rebels, Secretary Gate.”
The timid secretary walked over “I want more troops, this time, expand them to
the landlocked states, and especially more in Kentucky." “President
Arnold, you can’t do this!” Vice President Washington spoke up from across the
room. “Who said I can’t? I’m the President I can do what I want!” Washington
was indignant; “These Patriots have seen what you are doing as an attack and
are gathering their armies” “I’m going to win anyway, you hear me Patrick
Washington?” The Vice President left the room. That very same night, the Senate
had an emergency joint meeting. “Order, order!” Washington banged his mallet
“the Chair recognizes the Senator from Kentucky Jenaye White.” Jenaye stood up,
her blue-green eyes shone with deep concern “Mr. President, gunfire started, in
my own state. I’d say as the Senate must take the side of the Patriot army....”
Before she could finish President Arnold walked in; “You may be pleased or
angry to know I just signed a paper, granting me rights over the states, and
the legislative branch.” “Who gave you such rights?” the Vice President
demanded. “My cabinet” replied the president as he left. An eerie and unusual
quiet was over the senate chamber. James Desmoulins was the first to speak,
“Mr. President! Does that make the President’s actions null and void to us? As
he is no longer a proper authority under the constitution.” The Vice President
leaned forward in his chair, “Senator, would you like to write a declaration of
some sorts? Laying out the President’s offenses and why he is not fit for it.”
Thomas pondered for a moment and said, “It will be an honor.”
Prayer
Rev. Paul Small from a local church showed up in DC and
prayed over the congress. He prayed they would make the right choices and they
would be protected from the temptations to come. Afterwards Rep. Thomas McClean
of Tennessee preformed an amazing worship service, and gave a sermon. Josh took
out a guitar; “citizens, I went to college to become a worship leader- but if I
may offer my services to the United States Congress at this time, I would be
honored.” Josh smiled and begun strumming on his guitar. The senators gathered
together and sung a song praising the God who held the entire revolution within
the palm of his hands.
James
drafted the document, declaring Arnold’s “reign” to be unconstitutional. Desmoulins
looked at the document and began reading it out loud We the Citizens of the United States have written this document in the
congress of citizens elected by the people of these United States. These United
States have a law above any ruler, this law is the Constitution. We created
this constitution as a safe guard against tyranny and tyrannical rulers. We
have a Bill of Rights in our Constitution I shall now write the entire thing in
here in case President Arnold forgot, the Bill of Rights reads; ‘Amendment I
Congress
shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the
free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or
the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government
for a redress of grievances.
A
well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the
right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.
No
Soldier shall, in time of peace be quartered in any house, without the consent
of the Owner, nor in time of war, but in a manner to be prescribed by law.
The
right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects,
against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no
Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or
affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the
persons or things to be seized.
No
person shall be held to answer for a capital, or otherwise infamous crime,
unless on a presentment or indictment of a Grand Jury, except in cases arising
in the land or naval forces, or in the Militia, when in actual service in time
of War or public danger; nor shall any person be subject for the same offence
to be twice put in jeopardy of life or limb; nor shall be compelled in any
criminal case to be a witness against himself, nor be deprived of life,
liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor shall private property be
taken for public use, without just compensation.
In
all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy and
public trial, by an impartial jury of the State and district wherein the crime
shall have been committed, which district shall have been previously
ascertained by law, and to be informed of the nature and cause of the
accusation; to be confronted with the witnesses against him; to have compulsory
process for obtaining witnesses in his favor, and to have the Assistance of
Counsel for his defense.
In
Suits at common law, where the value in controversy shall exceed twenty
dollars, the right of trial by jury shall be preserved, and no fact tried by a
jury, shall be otherwise re-examined in any Court of the United States, than
according to the rules of the common law.
Excessive
bail shall not be required, nor excessive fines imposed, nor cruel and unusual
punishments inflicted.
The
enumeration in the Constitution, of certain rights, shall not be construed to
deny or disparage others retained by the people.
The
powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited
by it to the States, are reserved to the States respectively, or to the people.
These
amendments are a safeguard against the tyrannical power that President Arnold
is using. Arnold has violated our freedom of speech, he has openly ignored the
wishes of the citizens, he has forcefully closed our ports as if he was at war
with the American citizens themselves. As Americans we will not settle for this
behavior. We are not thinking of ourselves but posterity. For their freedom
must be preserved, even at our expenses.
President Arnold hearing this news was fuming, how dare
anyone deny his power? Arnold fled to the state of New York where he knew he
had strong support. Arnold enlisted men of this state to help him in the
war. New York City was established as a capital for the loyalist party. The
patriots had to act, and fast. Senator Desmoulins
found a secure place, in New Hampshire, a town upon a high peak perfect for
protection! The army started preparing; Charity
Jacobsen stood watching I cannot believe
it has come to this, revolution I never thought I’d see the day! Excitement!
free from a dismal life of boredom! She didn’t want to be stuck doing
laundry and missing the action! But…wait, women aren’t allowed to join. Charity
had a plain; she put on some baggy jeans, and an old plaid shirt. She tucked
her hair into her hat. Perfect! She
walked up the mountain, and enlisted in the army. Brit Baber was there, and sure was ready to
fight! Rifle cocked, and ready to load. Brit didn’t want to miss the chance to
shoot some redcoats.
The battle raged on,
Patriots clashing with Loyalists. Americans clashing with Americans.
The rag tag group of Patriots was ready to surrender. Charity and Brit would have none of this surrender talk. The two of them, with a group of Patriots behind them stormed the British lines and the commander was shot; The Patriots won the day.
The rag tag group of Patriots was ready to surrender. Charity and Brit would have none of this surrender talk. The two of them, with a group of Patriots behind them stormed the British lines and the commander was shot; The Patriots won the day.
Meanwhile, Arnold was enforcing more and more
unconstitutional laws. Arnold was sitting at his desk looking at his agenda;
first ban churches from speaking
politics- for they might start speaking about me, second- take away all guns in
case the citizens decide to have a revolution, third- ban assembling in groups
unless the government approves of it.
Desmoulins stormed into President Arnold’s office, President
Arnold smirked at Desmoulins “what do you think of my plan?” he said
sneeringly. Desmoulins slammed his fist on his lap “President Arnold, the
people want their rights back. Do you mind me asking why you are doing this?”
President Arnold rolled his eyes and gave a sigh “I’m doing
this because the people are not fit to govern themselves; things work better
under monarchies anyway.”
James Desmoulins was indignant “so you do not mind stepping
on the rights of the people, as long as whatever works best prevails?”
President Arnold gave a smile “precisely.”
James Desmoulins gave
a disgusted face as he exited the room.
James Desmoulins was walking back to his office when he
heard his pageboy scream “Senator Desmoulins! The president has dismissed
congress until further noticed!”
James Desmoulins was now very fearful Just when I did not think it could get any worse than it is now,
President Arnold has accomplished the unbelievable. Muffling the people’s voice
totally now. President Arnold has silenced his checks and balances and
basically removed our constitution.
All Desmoulins could say to the pageboy was “thank you for
informing me, I must get to work!” Desmoulins said as he dashed into his
office, took out his laptop and began to write.
Senator James Desmoulins read the news about President
Arnold’s plan again to make sure all of his facts were correct. Desmoulins’
deepest fears and worries were confirmed by this newspaper. President Arnold
was a tyrant and had to be stopped, even if it meant the people themselves had
to assemble and create a new government based off of the government American
patriots created in the late 1700s. James wrote to delegates throughout the
country, influential politicians to convene in Washington; they were making a
Continental Congress. “Honorable Delegates and Delegate Nominees, I’m writing
this to any interested citizen. President Arnold is getting worse by the
minute. President Arnold is trying to silence churches from talking politics,
President Arnold is trying to prevent free assembly, and President Arnold is
trying to take away all guns from the people. Lastly, President Arnold has
dismissed congress. It appears President Arnold has never actually read the
Bill of Rights. I hesitate to admit this, but it is time for us American
citizens to assemble in congress and go up against President William Arnold and
his cronies. Elections for a makeshift congress shall be on May 20th.
Please submit your applications to our makeshift polls. We will be meeting in
Washington, DC. Sincerely,
James Desmoulins of Virginia”
Congress is Convening
The day congress convened the sun was shining bright, not a
cloud in the sky. The first order of business was to choose a president. Senator
Josiah Brick stood up “I nominate Senator James Desmoulins of Virginia!" James
looked around, “I accept” he said. James
Desmoulins was young, 20 years of age and elected to this congress. James had
no interest in politics, however he saw the people’s right being taken and
wanted to help stop it. Calah Rutledge took the floor “Mr. President, I propose
we draft a petition asking for peace with the Loyalists.” Jenaye Rhine was
listening, she liked this idea “Mr. President, lets pass this by unanimous
consent!” Jenaye proposed It was approved. A general for the growing
rag-tag Patriot militia was also needed. Jenaye White gave the floor to Chris
Millsap of North Carolina. Chris gave a long speech about our glorious American
heritage and our need to preserve freedom. “An honorable member of congress,
This country was created by good men. Men who escaped the tyranny of European
regimes to call America their home, they crafted out of the wilderness, large
cities and farms. We through our American exceptionalism created a new world.
Americans will always pride themselves on their liberty. When King George III
infringed on our rights we had a revolution, likewise we will be having one
when King Arnold I keeps infringing on our rights. In the name of liberty and
freedom we must stop Arnold. Not just for ourselves but for posterity. Do we
want to say ‘America used to be a land full of freedom’ instead of ‘America is
a land full of freedom?’ make up your choices now, for we want to preserve
America not just for ourselves but for millions of young citizens who are not
even born yet, but will be. These future Americans called posterity are
counting on us- let us not disappoint them.” The room was silenced, a few
members of congress started clapping and eventually the entire room clapped and
cheered Millsap. Millsap smiled humbly and sat back down. “Mr. Millsap” Desmoulins
caught Millsap’s attention “do you have any military experience?” Millsap smiled “I’m a West Point Graduate.”
Desmoulins looked impressed “will you do the honor of being
our commander of the revolutionary forces?”
Millsap smiled “I accept”
Desmoulins banged the gavel, “any objections or further
nominations?” Congress was silent. Congress than unanimously voted Chris
Millsap as the new general.
Meanwhile in the
White House, President Arnold was not amused in any way. “King” Arnold read the
petition with disgust, “These petty patriots…” he tossed the petition aside
into the
blazing fireplace. “Secretary of War, I want more troops sent to the states. We will not make these revolutionaries win, and we shall make them suffer for the revolution is in the way of progress. If America must be turned into a monarchy by force let it come! Down with the revolution!” President Arnold gazed into the blaze and smiled. The Secretary of War wrote out the orders nervously, and the deed was done.
Farmers As Soldiers and Citizens as Revolutionaries
The Patriot Army was in disarray, a rag-tag group of militia. The Patriots were waiting on one side of Watchung Mountains in Watchung, NJ. General Chris Millsap gave the order “Don’t fire until you see the whites of their eyes!” The Loyalists came up the other side and fired. Chris gave the order to fire back. Charity Jacobsen was in the front lines, firing away at the enemy soldiers. Brit Baber looked over and saw her; “Wow! For a girl she sure can fight!” Charity ran over to the enemy lines, and took a brown horse a man fell off of. She rode across back to the Patriot lines “Rally behind New Hampshire! Come on your South Carolinians! Massachusetts men, I see you under that tree get over here! We are going to storm the lines.” Brit, a Massachusetts man did just as he was told. “Rally behind New Hampshire!!!” shouted General Millsap. They were going to storm the Loyalist lines. All was still, the sound of horse hooves crunched against the soft leaves. “Fire!” Loyalists troops were disoriented, and retreated. The Patriots won.
blazing fireplace. “Secretary of War, I want more troops sent to the states. We will not make these revolutionaries win, and we shall make them suffer for the revolution is in the way of progress. If America must be turned into a monarchy by force let it come! Down with the revolution!” President Arnold gazed into the blaze and smiled. The Secretary of War wrote out the orders nervously, and the deed was done.
Farmers As Soldiers and Citizens as Revolutionaries
The Patriot Army was in disarray, a rag-tag group of militia. The Patriots were waiting on one side of Watchung Mountains in Watchung, NJ. General Chris Millsap gave the order “Don’t fire until you see the whites of their eyes!” The Loyalists came up the other side and fired. Chris gave the order to fire back. Charity Jacobsen was in the front lines, firing away at the enemy soldiers. Brit Baber looked over and saw her; “Wow! For a girl she sure can fight!” Charity ran over to the enemy lines, and took a brown horse a man fell off of. She rode across back to the Patriot lines “Rally behind New Hampshire! Come on your South Carolinians! Massachusetts men, I see you under that tree get over here! We are going to storm the lines.” Brit, a Massachusetts man did just as he was told. “Rally behind New Hampshire!!!” shouted General Millsap. They were going to storm the Loyalist lines. All was still, the sound of horse hooves crunched against the soft leaves. “Fire!” Loyalists troops were disoriented, and retreated. The Patriots won.
Needed News
The news of a victory brought a relief to Congress. The first victory for the Patriots. They fought other battles: Lexington, Kentucky; Concord, Massachusetts; Hartford, Connecticut; Jacksonville, Florida. Every one of these battles was lost, but this news of the Watchung Mountains victory brought hope to Congress. Senator James Desmoulins picked up the dispatch and read it to congress “after many defeats my army has achieved a victory. We are marching and ready to fight. Nothing shall keep this revolution down- Sincerely, General Millsap.” Senator Mariah Hanover took the floor “Mr. President, its time. We have been listening to King Arnold for too long. He has ignored us, even though we are the legislative branch. I’d say we sign a “Declaration of Independence” from him, as he would ignore even impeachment charges and there are many in these United States that are under his spell. This president has no love or desire to preserve and uphold our constitution, President Arnold has now crossed the line into becoming a tyrant and we must make our revolution against him more open”
The news of a victory brought a relief to Congress. The first victory for the Patriots. They fought other battles: Lexington, Kentucky; Concord, Massachusetts; Hartford, Connecticut; Jacksonville, Florida. Every one of these battles was lost, but this news of the Watchung Mountains victory brought hope to Congress. Senator James Desmoulins picked up the dispatch and read it to congress “after many defeats my army has achieved a victory. We are marching and ready to fight. Nothing shall keep this revolution down- Sincerely, General Millsap.” Senator Mariah Hanover took the floor “Mr. President, its time. We have been listening to King Arnold for too long. He has ignored us, even though we are the legislative branch. I’d say we sign a “Declaration of Independence” from him, as he would ignore even impeachment charges and there are many in these United States that are under his spell. This president has no love or desire to preserve and uphold our constitution, President Arnold has now crossed the line into becoming a tyrant and we must make our revolution against him more open”
“Do we have a second?” James Desmoulins asked. “I
second” said Senator Luke Keyy who was also president of the "Fearless Fighter"
an influential paper published in the states that rallied citizens to the
revolutionary cause.
“I also motion that our President James Desmoulins should be
in that committee!” said Senator Keyy.
“Let us have congress decide who should be in the
committee.” Desmoulins replied to Senator Keyy.
Congress appointed five congressmen to be on this committee:
James Desmoulins of Virginia, Jenaye Rhine of Kentucky, Luke Keyy of Tennessee,
Mariah Hanover of Pennsylvania, and Alexandra Cragg of Massachusetts. Luke Keyy
immediately took charge of this group, as they voted who the main writer should
be. “It must be Desmoulins; he is the one who gathered us all here. He should
be the main writer.” The group approved, Desmoulins the man who did not want a
big part in the revolution was part in charge of the writing. James Desmoulins was to be the writer of the
first draft, and report back in two weeks.
After two long weeks dragged on, Thomas introduced the declaration to the committee. Jenaye and Mariah approved. Luke Keyy suggested that the declaration must add room that the federal laws shouldn’t trump state laws. “I can’t” replied Congressman Desmoulins, “I believe the federal government must have the final say. States rights are good and wonderful, but we must have some form of unity or the United States may fall. Unity is especially needed in a revolution, or else President Arnold shall take advantage of our divided state and conquer us all.” The phrase was kept in, but as soon as it hit the congressional floor for voting… trouble came.
After two long weeks dragged on, Thomas introduced the declaration to the committee. Jenaye and Mariah approved. Luke Keyy suggested that the declaration must add room that the federal laws shouldn’t trump state laws. “I can’t” replied Congressman Desmoulins, “I believe the federal government must have the final say. States rights are good and wonderful, but we must have some form of unity or the United States may fall. Unity is especially needed in a revolution, or else President Arnold shall take advantage of our divided state and conquer us all.” The phrase was kept in, but as soon as it hit the congressional floor for voting… trouble came.
“Madam President, I’m afraid I can’t yield the floor. As
much as I respect my Honorable colleagues; I cannot vote for a document
that may infringe on our states rights” Calah Rutledge of South Carolina
stated. Rutledge looked over, senators
were twiddling their fingers. Rutledge glared across the room at the citizens,
and started speaking.
In the anteroom James Desmoulins listened, Luke Keyy gave him an “I told you so” face. “May my Honorable Colleague from South Carolina yield the floor please” said Jenaye. “I’m afraid I can’t, I’m filibustering.” “Yield for a question?” “alright.” Jenaye then proceeded to ask her questions on just about everything, it began to seem clear that 2/3rds of Congress approved of the filibuster and were helping Rutledge keep the floor. Rutledge yawned and stretched as she read from just about anything she could get her hands on. Speaking for 10 hours straight so far, she gave the floor to Jenaye Rhine continued for another 5 hours as Senator Rutledge sat down. Senator Desmoulins interrupted, “I choose to file for cloture.” Jenaye Rhine looked over at Desmoulins “you cannot cloture unless the right amount of senators approves.”
In the anteroom James Desmoulins listened, Luke Keyy gave him an “I told you so” face. “May my Honorable Colleague from South Carolina yield the floor please” said Jenaye. “I’m afraid I can’t, I’m filibustering.” “Yield for a question?” “alright.” Jenaye then proceeded to ask her questions on just about everything, it began to seem clear that 2/3rds of Congress approved of the filibuster and were helping Rutledge keep the floor. Rutledge yawned and stretched as she read from just about anything she could get her hands on. Speaking for 10 hours straight so far, she gave the floor to Jenaye Rhine continued for another 5 hours as Senator Rutledge sat down. Senator Desmoulins interrupted, “I choose to file for cloture.” Jenaye Rhine looked over at Desmoulins “you cannot cloture unless the right amount of senators approves.”
“Everybody in favor of cloture, raise your left hand.” Desmoulins
proposed, he along with four others were raising their hands. This was not enough
to effect cloture and the filibuster continued. All the minority party needed in this case was
7 votes for cloture to end the filibuster, but if the cloture passed and out of
rebellion the states’ rights senators walked out of the room, the vote would be
deadlocked, without a quorum. Five hours later, more senators were
getting tired of the filibuster and cloture was invoked. They got the seven
signatures of the Federalists: James Desmoulins, Richard Wheeler, Thomas
Matthews, Andrew Henrico, and his twin brother Michael Henrico, Julie
Nelson, and Elena Smith. The filibuster ended. True to Keyy's prediction,
the states’ rights senators walked off the floor. Stamping their feet, the states’
rights senators filed out one by one. No decent states rights senator shall
remain in the room “I refuse to let this go through.” exclaimed Jenaye Rhine. Senator
Desmoulins was hoping, at least a few of them would have stayed so the voting
wouldn’t be deadlocked. He knew the only way to have his declaration pass was
to have the federalists talk to the states rights senators. That night
Senator Desmoulins knocked on the door of the boarding house where both
Senators Rhine and Rutledge stayed. He found out what room each one was in and
decided to talk, Senator Rutledge was first, she couldn’t vote for a document
that wasn’t clear on states’ rights and suggested that he’d put in the phrase
“all laws that are opposed to the constitution, the states can nullify. This is
the only way we will actually vote for your document” Senator Pulaski said the
same, “you have to make sure we have some type of safeguard for the citizen’s
rights and liberties. Or else in the future another leader such as President
William Arnold shall take control. Senator Desmoulins finally decided… he must
add the phrase. Compromise is a must. “You both make very good points; it
appears I’m now persuaded. Even leaders with good intentions may unknowingly
violate and step on the rights of the citizens. I shall add this phrase to our
new constitution.” James Desmoulins smiled and shook the senator’s hands and
left to his own apartment to continue the paper.
Declaration
The next day in Congress, the declaration was passed
by unanimous consent. The president scanned the face of each and every senator;
a look of sadness on his countenance; “Each
of these senators knows what they are doing will put them on the king’s bad
side. Freedom isn’t free, there will be a price” James Desmoulins
thought. The declaration was ready to be signed, President James Desmoulins
signed first. Every senator one by one signed the declaration. Jenaye Rhine....
Glenn Reading... Mariah Hanover.... Samuel Todd...Luke Douglas...Calah
Rutledge... the Henrico brothers and so on. A serious and somber atmosphere
filled the room, it was done. Not a voice was heard, the marble walls of the
United States Senate chamber were dismal as they watched this dramatic
historical event unfold to be recorded by posterity. These patriots now each
had a price upon their heads put there by King Arnold III himself.
The summer of these Patriot victories
wasn’t going to last though; winter was awaiting to come and give a dismal and
cold damper to the revolutionary joy.
Snow fell on the large patriot encampment outside of
Louisville, Kentucky. Across the frozen Ohio River was the loyalist camp.
The patriots were poorly dressed, using rags on their feet for shoes. Congress
dispatched the war committee to this place. Walking around the camp Luke Keyy
felt an uncomfortable feeling; “All those words I penned in the Fearless
Fighter probably brought some of these men here, if only I can encourage them
somehow to stay in the fight through these hard times.” He sat down, and
started penning a small pamphlet full of stories about the continental army of
old, and how they went through the frosty winter of Valley Forge. The
pamphlet read, Members of the
Revolutionary Army. I know words alone could be futile and not comfort the
immense trouble you are feeling now. Fear not! The Continental Army also had a
winter like this, many of the soldiers disserted and left the cause of American
independence and decide to settle for a quite home life. That would be the easy
way out. Each of you is a very extraordinary man, not an ‘easy man’ your
struggles are not for yourselves but for the future. How would you feel when
your grandchildren ask “grandpa, what did you do during the American
Revolution?” Stay in the fight and keep strong. Sacrifices are the money that
pays for liberty. Liberty is not free. Luke Keyy published this on his blog
and emailed it to each member of the continental army- this pamphlet will
hopefully shift the current mood of the revolutionary movement. The Loyalists
on the other hand were scoring great victories. Also, the Loyalists were
sacking village after village.
Christmas Night the loyalists were camped across the river
from the patriots in Indiana. The Loyalists were celebrating by drinking
and partying till late in the night. This was the night the Patriots could
perform a surprise attack. “Tonight may be our last chance to win this war;
tonight we shall turn this whole thing around and put the victory within our
hands. We shall invade this loyalist held down in Indiana where the soldiers
are drinking and off guard. We shall capture the place and claim it for us.”
yelled Millsap as the soldiers stormed the small town. On wooden boats the entire patriot army rowed
across the icy river, frost biting at their toes it wasn’t a very pleasant
night. “Charge!” cried General Millsap; the troops captured the Loyalist
generals by surprise. Amanda Hall of Pennsylvania, camouflaged in camp gear and
a coon-skin hat took the loyalist flag and ran off. The loyalists retreated.
That night, the patriots proved they can win another victory. Throughout the
winter city after city fill to the patriots: San Francisco, Denver, Louisville,
Lexington, Cincinnati, Atlanta, and now it was getting down to the final
stretch.
The Sunrise of Revolution
Spring was in the air, the birds were coming out
chirping, flowers were sprouting. It was March 15; Chris Millsap looked
down at his map. “Charleston” Chris said to himself. That was where the
Loyalists were camping, on Charleston peninsula. The Patriots were north
of Charleston on the neck, the next move would be to move into the city itself
and take it. They knew the British would escape probably, unless France,
the European friend who Millsap begged for help somehow sent a fleet of troops
to block Charleston Harbor, if that was possible.
The call was sounded; Charity Jacobsen, Amanda Hall and the troops were ready. “Charge!” they piled into Charleston, shots sounded. “Fire!” cried the loyalist commander.
The call was sounded; Charity Jacobsen, Amanda Hall and the troops were ready. “Charge!” they piled into Charleston, shots sounded. “Fire!” cried the loyalist commander.
Shots flared
everywhere, the smoke was so thick one could barely see in front of them.
Millsap shielded his eyes from the sun to see flags; blue, white, red----
France! France, who always accused us of being the war hawks, came; to save us
from the king! Overjoyed, tears ran down each soldier's checks. The
Loyalist troops were being forced off Charleston peninsula, with no place to
run; General Millsap waving his sword in one direction, Charity and Brit
holding the New Hampshire brigade to the north. The Patriots were one million
strong, and united. One brigade on the Loyalist side though, wasn’t
united. King William was sitting at his desk; “Secretary! We must write to
the Finland Department of War, we need 10,000 Finland soldiers to help, now!”
The secretary dashed off without saying anything and got to work. Samuel
Taylor, a hessian mercenary was fed up with this. Samuel dashed across the
lines, and avoided being seen and spoke to the French general LaKlay. “General
LaKlay, I’m absolutely indignant at the way we are being treated. I snuck into
the headquarters of the Loyalists and took this map.” Samuel Taylor told General
LaKlay. LaKlay examined the map “Mon ami, this is exactly what we need. Thank
you good man for bringing this to me.” LaKlay exited his office to give Millsap
the plan. Millsap took the map out of LaKlay’s hands “this is exactly what we
need, we must act tomorrow.” Millsap and LaKlay then began writing their
strategy. Hearing this General Millsap ordered the charge. “Soldiers! We are Americans and we have
suffered under much. We have been silenced, and King Arnold I has refused to
listen to us and stopped us from having any kind of assembly. We did not let
that stop us, we fought anyway. This is the final battle perhaps- we must put
our all into this. We will not fear death, for freedom is not free. This is
what we must do to secure it. Our French friends are here to help also, let us
join together for victory. Charleston, South Carolina- this is revolution
coming to set you free!” the soldiers cheered, and marched down to Charleston.
The French soldiers were going by sea to block off the ports.
First
silence, than the fighting began. The troops were ready to take back America.
The patriots stormed into the city of Charleston, the loyalists were caught off
guard and attempted to retreat by boat. The French navy blocked off the entire
city. Without any real way of saving themselves, the Loyalists wove the white
flag.
It was a glorious day! The sun shone on that beautiful Friday, March 18 th. The Loyalists handed their swords and guns over to the Patriots. King William Arnold I, humiliated fled back to New York. In New York, William told the news “as long as I shall live, New York shall still be in my kingdom. The United States may be together again, but in New York I shall attempt to regain my power. King William was one time walking down the halls of his estate when he felt a terrible pain, William collapsed as the pain increased it was from his stomach. King William earlier ate all the food he could and now was suffering the price. Perhaps the food was a bit too old? perhaps the meat a little rotten? William closed his eyes and died an unpopular and unloved man. Two men found King William’s body the next day. “the tyrant is dead!” rang newspaper headlines the next day. Desmoulins picked up the newspaper “it appears William’s love of pleasure contributed to his death. “ The king was dead, the poor state of New York was now welcomed into the union-however, their economy was not on the road to recovery.
Down With the King
King William gone, the people were going to have a new election. General Millsap was elected president- the nation had to deal with a conflict though. In old days of the 20th century, these United States were a super power. They got involved in every conflict; however in 2008 there was a serious economic collapse. The United States never fully recovered from that collapse, but at this point in history they were starting to recover and things were looking so much better. The future was going to bright, but most American citizens were unsure of how the future was going to be. Americans are a strong people, and when we put our minds to it- amazing things will happen. A good country such as these United States of America cannot be kept down.
Rospierre
In France, a young girl came home from school “Mommy! look what I made!” this girl gleefully said. “Another day Julia, go out and play” her mom shoed her away. Young Julia Rospierre ran outside on that bright sunny day. Julia ran up to two girls Gene and Marie. “Gene! Marie! can you play with me?” asked Julia happily. Gene looked down on Julia and rolled her eyes; “Come along Marie, let’s go to my house.” Julia took her bowl and sat down- nobody wanted to play with her. Years later, Julia ran down to the mailbox to see if she was accepted to the universities she applied to- no letters back, nothing. Years later Julia found herself at one of the most pivotal conflicts of French history.
In France, a young girl came home from school “Mommy! look what I made!” this girl gleefully said. “Another day Julia, go out and play” her mom shoed her away. Young Julia Rospierre ran outside on that bright sunny day. Julia ran up to two girls Gene and Marie. “Gene! Marie! can you play with me?” asked Julia happily. Gene looked down on Julia and rolled her eyes; “Come along Marie, let’s go to my house.” Julia took her bowl and sat down- nobody wanted to play with her. Years later, Julia ran down to the mailbox to see if she was accepted to the universities she applied to- no letters back, nothing. Years later Julia found herself at one of the most pivotal conflicts of French history.
Revolution As the Answer
France was one of these United States' allies, and currently
they were in a very similar poor economic state. Marseillaise, France- a
girl of small stature 4’9, wearing a pin striped blazer and a tri-colored
cockade stood up on a create; "Citizens!" her voice boomed, green
eyes glaring "We as a people have been suffering under tyranny for too
long! It is time to fight back! France has been plunged into debt. Why? Because
we helped in the American’s revolution. The people begged our president not to,
because we were drowning in debt but our president would not listen. Citizens!
France is 20 trillion in debt and it is all the fault of President Louis! He
did not hear our pleas; he did not hear our screams." Starving
children huddled close to their parents who wore little but rags. These streets
which once bustled with life and energy were now dismal and depressed. France's
economy was in disaster, after helping the Americans in their revolution-
France's political leaders lived in a different world. The leaders of France
believed they could keep up the government spending, even as it hurt the
people. The French aristocracy lived in elaborate mansions, their yards
sprawled for acres, they owned horses and spent to their heart’s content. Julie
Rospierre long wavy brown hair flowed in the wind, her beautiful green eyes
were fixed on the citizens; "our government must learn to listen to us! We
will make them listen to us! Citizens, we must be heard. Citizens, we must
storm the symbol of government oppression- the Controle Bureaucratique."
The tall ominous buildings loomed down on the mob; the dark clouds in the
distance were very ominous. The crowd raised pitch forks and pointed to a large
structure. "Citizens!" Rospierre shouted; "for victory!" Rosspierre’s
piercing green eyes looked up towards the most imposing structure. The Controle
Bureaucratique prison stood behind Rospierre, this imposing structure was about
10 stories tall and was the width of an average home. This prison was a symbol
of government intimidation and centralization into the hands of an elite
aristocracy. Rospierre looked towards the underfed, wearing rags masses of
about 3 million people; “Citizens! tonight we charge!” Rospierre’s strong voice
carried over the masses; the masses jeered and followed her lead. Rospierre was
leading the crowd as they rushed into the prison- with everything they could;
the mob was prying down the downs chipping away the bricks. The
French Revolution had begun! Rospierre leaped on to a rock and her
hair blew messily in the wind, and she gazed towards the prison. The scent of
gunpowder and smoke created a dark haze amongst this whole environment of chaos
and revolution.
Peasant’s Cries
President Louis looked out his large window
onto his sprawling and large estate; Louis was one of the most powerful
presidents in the world- however his money management skills were nonexistent.
Louis just knew how to spend, but not how to save. As a result France was in a
tremendous debt crises. “DeTaier” Louis summoned his secretary of state “how
stands the citizens of France today?” DeTaier rushed into the president’s
office “President Louis, the citizens have broken out into revolution as of
today- July 14th.” Louis looked confused “the Controle Bearucreatic
Prison- fell today, a group of rebels tore it apart stone by stone. The leader
of this rabble is a young activist by the name of Julia Rospierre.”
America’s Response
Word of the revolution immediately
shook the fragile United States. President Millsap looked at the television
with worry clouding his eyes; “France helped in our revolution, is it our duty
to help them? Such an issue requires prayer and waiting for the right time.” James
Desmoulins gave an uncomfortable expression on his face; “just because France
helped in our revolution does not mean we are obligated to help them. Rospierre
seems to be telling the truth about the conflict and poverty in France but we
just came out of our own revolution.” France’s revolution was going to impact these
United States in one way or another.
President Louis
“Down with President Louis!” an angry
French mob lingered outside the president’s mansion. President Louis looked at the mob confused; “DeTaier,
why are they so upset? After all we helped America in their revolution. America
is our ally; we should not feel the need to abandon our allies. The French
economy was not in that serious condition. Why must we be suffering this?” DeTaier
looked uncomfortably around; “Sire, we had to downplay the pain of the peasants-
all for the good of your presidency and so you would be a hero to the world,
and France would be back in its state of being in line to becoming a superpower.”
Louis looked DeTaier “you did what?” DeTaier backed down; “I’m sorry Louis…”
The mob grew angrier “give us bread!” they chanted. “Citizens! Louis and his
officials refused to listen to us! Now we must show them how we feel!” Rospierre
gave the order to storm the president’s house, millions of French citizens
stormed into the house smashing everything in sight; “Wait!” DeTaier screamed
as the mob captured him and President Louis. “Long live the revolution!” Rospierre
cheered as she smiled looking at the chaos below.
President Louis and Secretary DeTaier
were taken to the Echafold Prison in Paris. Meanwhile Rospierre and other
revolutionary leaders created a national assembly. “What shall be done with the
king?” one member asked “Execute him and DeTaier also.” replied Rospierre “they
deceived the people; they shall see how the people respond.” Louis and DeTaier
were both rushed into the National Assembly “Please! I pled my innocence!”
Louis desperately said. “Innocence?” Rospierre laughed “you should be held
responsible for your own actions! Rulers should always be held in fear of the
people not the other way around!” Louis shivered as the assembly voted on his
fate- death won by almost an unanimous vote. DeTaier was next; DeTaier
struggled to stay behind as the security guard pulled him on stage “Mercy!” DeTaier
screamed as he fell in front of Rospierre’s feet “there is nothing I hate more
than an official that deceives the populace for the sake of his own power-
death!” Rospierre exclaimed. DeTaier shivered as the entire assembly voted to
kill him. The following day Louis and DeTaier were taken to the guillotine.
Desmoulins Folly
In America President Millsap and James Desmoulins
looked on the events in France with a mixed feeling of apprehension and joy.
“It is good they got rid of the corrupt officials” said Millsap “but who is to
say this revolution will stay as Rospierre calls it ‘virtuous’?” Desmoulins grimaced “if Rospierre does not
suffer a mental breakdown, it happens to many who take absolute power the way Rospierre
just did.” The news headline popped up “Committee on Public Safety formed in
France- to combat counterrevolutionaries.”
Millsap frowned “this does not look like the key for a free society.”
Rospierre Plays Theology
Rospierre looked nervously behind her,
every move somebody made- every breath could be used against her. Everybody was
against the republic, or so she thought. Rospierre came a long way from that
idealistic revolutionary leader, the revolution has been lasting for four years
and now France was ruled by the Committee on Public Safety with Rospierre as
the head. Rospierre was pondering religion while sitting at her desk I know there is a God, I know he created the
world- does he actually intervene in our affairs though? Rospierre thought
back to when she was young, nobody liked her- nobody wanted to hang out with
her. She translated this to mean that nobody actually cared. Rospierre was struggling
with this concept ever since she was young and her father abandoned her family,
her mother died and she was left to the streets of Paris where she witnessed
tremendous poverty There is a God, but he
does not intervene in our affairs with all the bad things that happened in my
life it must be true! Does God care about us? I doubt it. Does Christ want
anything to do in our affairs? Probably not. Rospierre decided reason is the key! reason is the only thing
I can trust. I cannot trust my emotions; I cannot rely on my emotions. Emotions
are out to deceive and corrupt us. Emotions get in the way and try to distract
us. We don’t need them, and they don’t need us. Reason! Yes! Why the Supreme
Being would be proud. At this moment Rospierre decided it was not about
whether a supreme being cared or intervened, but the revolution was about her
own progress- the citizens must be virtuous. In order to have virtuous citizens
this is what Rospierre did believe. The biggest problem facing her country was
this- counterrevolutionaries were hiding in every single aspect of the
government, they were undercover and secretive but their main motive was to
destroy the republic. Rospierre frowned They
should be guillotined, after all thought Rospierre They are traitors. We can perfect the republic by getting rid of all,
everybody who is opposed to it. There must be no person remaining in the
republic who does not want a republic. Ruling by terror is a very effective
measure to use. This terror should not last for too very long, but it is needed
and necessary for the republic to survive. A virtuous republic is what we need.
The republic cannot survive without virtue. Virtue must be achieved, even under
the blood of many. Hundreds of French citizens were sent to the guillotine.
The United States- without getting the full story due to media corruption looked
upon this situation in horror.
Desmoulins’ Disaster
“France’s philosophy of the human race
being perfectible must be stopped!” exclaimed Desmoulins. Desmoulins had a
thought “I have an idea, lets create an act so”
Desmoulins was sitting at his desk, brown hair was hanging down by his
eyes- his alert hazel eyes looked around the room. “Alien and Sedition Act” Desmoulins
continued writing; “All Citizens suspected or proved of supporting the French
Revolution shall be imprisoned until further notice. No newspapers shall be allowed
to publish pro-France propeganda!” Well, not the best- but we must combat the
French fanaticism!
Desmoulins hesitated, than gave it to President Millsap to
sign. Millsap looked at the act; “I
suppose drastic times need some drastic measures.” Millsap signed the law.
“Citizens!” a man stood on the street
“will we settle for our beliefs being scrutinized?”
“No!” echoed the crowd.
The man who was speaking took a copy of the law and burned it with his
torch. Angry citizens had rocks in their hands as the mob moved into
Washington. “Down with Desmoulins! Down with the act!” citizens chanted, rocks
were thrown at the office.
Desmoulins watched in horror “It appears in my trying to
create the best for American safety I created a conflict worse than I wanted,
President Millsap- we must repeal the act.” Millsap looked to the window “it
appears we made the mistake Rospierre made- in our want for safety we infringed
on liberty.” President Millsap walked to the table and crossed the bill out
with a red “repeal” message. Desmoulins and Millsap walked to the White House
balcony;
“Citizens!” Millsap spoke “the law is repealed.” The crowd
was hushed into silence, Desmoulins knew he had to speak; taking the microphone
tears filled Desmoulins’s eyes “I’m sorry. I made a mistake; I promise I shall
never again act during the heat of the moment. I’m a human just as well all
are. I have sin in me, my sins are forgiven by Christ Jesus our Lord and
Savior- but by no means does this mean I’m perfect. I’m forgiven. I have
stumbled, this was a wrong way for me to react and I would like to ask that you
please forgive me for the wrong I have committed against the citizens of this
wonderful country.” The silence was erry
but somebody broke the silence with a shout of glee. Eventually the whole crowd
was cheering.
Thermidor
Rospierre was sitting at her desk; her
long brown hair straggled over her shoulders. “Treason!” shouted a member of
the assembly pointed towards Rospierre “Rospierre under her own paranoia has
accused and sentenced thousands of innocent French citizens to the guillotine!”
shouted another member. Rospierre arose “It is not me who sent thousands to the
guillotine! but justice, they were plotting against the republic. I knew they
were! They were out to get us! I will not stay here and remain quite as
thousands of French citizens are trying to destroy our French republic from the
very inside of it. I have here a list of thousands more than I know are
plotting against the republic! Don’t you hear? the media is hiding what is
truly happening!” A man stood up “Nobody is out to get the Republic but you
Rospierre!” Rospierre crumbled into her chair. “Me? I fought to form this
republic! I’m the one who ordered us to take up arms. I’m not a traitor! I’m
the one pointing the traitors out!” Rospierre screamed until she was out of
breathe and felt faint. A tall French
soldier grabbed Rospierre, she struggled against his grip, as Rospierre was
grabbing the gun it misfired and Rospierre was shot in the jaw. Her whole world
spun for a second, grabbing her jaw Rospierre collapsed to the ground barely
breathing. “Grab the tyrant!” yelled a member of the assembly grabbing
Rospierre by her arm and pulled Rospierre all the way to the prison. She was taken
into the prison where so many others she falsely accused were left. It was
there in that dank prison cell Rospierre reflected- when she died; if she did
not repent soon she will go somewhere horrific. Rospierre was convicted by the thought;
it hit her in that cell that she was a sinner. Because of her own paranoia
hundreds of citizens were sent to their deaths, tears streamed down her eyes-
what started as idealistic intentions ended horribly. Are you there? I know you are, I’m a sinner and I must pay the price
but I acknowledge I need you for forgiveness however I must pay the penalty
physically for what I did. After all I
did send thousands of French citizens to the guillotine. They were guilty! they
honestly and sincerely were guilty! I
don’t understand, Were there? yes of course, without a single doubt about it
they were guilty! Why don’t others see? After all each of them made the crime
against not being virtuous enough. Virtue ensures the survival of the republic.
Wait- everybody was a sinner; this means man is not good inside? Does this mean
I’m a sinner also? But my sins are just as great as their sins. Is it true that
Christ did pay the penalty? What have I done? Oh, please save me! I accept you!
forgive me Christ! please forgive me! Rospierre cried the entire night, but
then felt a peace and calm about her. Two men entered the cell and grabbed
Rospierre. Rospierre was dragged to
the guillotine. She limped up the wooden steps and held her jaw in agony. The
crowd cheered, Rospierre died, and now France was without any leaders.
Turnover
As
the years passed, this founding generation as they began to be known as secured
our freedom. Millsap became president, they secured a constitution. The
Constitution was very similar to the original Constitution. Parts of it were
exactly the same, but more safe guards were added. Also, due to the loss of
population during the revolution- the age for becoming a senator was lowered to
20. The constitution even further made freedom and liberty impossible to ban. The
union was at peace. Eventually however, they started aging and passing on. As
John F. Kennedy once said “the torch is being passed to a new generation of
Americans.” This new generation was the “Great Compromise Generation”
while a few of the aging founders were still in politics, this “Great
Compromise” generation including the great triumvirate; Caroline Camhouille (SC), Ryan Murray (NH and MA), and Danielle
Jack (KY), and also brave general Andrew Dickinson, and Angela Grace appeared
on the scene.
BOOK 2: COMPROMISES AND PASSIONS.
Desmoulins Reflections
President Desmoulins was now middle age. At 30 years old Desmoulins learned much from his experiences through the five year long American Revolution, and the two years of negotiations with France. Desmoulins looked out the window with pride and at the American people. Desmoulins, a quite introvert had made so much change in this history already. There was a problem though- These United States were split, and new radical factions were taking control. Fractions were powerful, but were not the only thing that defined these United States. A love of freedom made all Americans distinct. They may argue and quarrel with each other, but at the end of the day Americans will find agreement even in what seems like the darkest and most oppressive times in American history. They were not so far gone however, compromise was still an option.
President Desmoulins was now middle age. At 30 years old Desmoulins learned much from his experiences through the five year long American Revolution, and the two years of negotiations with France. Desmoulins looked out the window with pride and at the American people. Desmoulins, a quite introvert had made so much change in this history already. There was a problem though- These United States were split, and new radical factions were taking control. Fractions were powerful, but were not the only thing that defined these United States. A love of freedom made all Americans distinct. They may argue and quarrel with each other, but at the end of the day Americans will find agreement even in what seems like the darkest and most oppressive times in American history. They were not so far gone however, compromise was still an option.
The Triumvirate
Caroline Camhouille, a young 25 year old congresswoman
from South Carolina won election to Congress in a landslide. Camhouille
was pronounced cam-heal. Nobody knew why, or the original story behind the name
except for the fact it most certainly was not pronounced the way it was spelt! Camhouille had blond hair, fair skin, eyes
were an intense sea green that stood out from the rest of her pale features,
and could command attention Camhouille’s frame was slight and slender. She was
a leader, an idealist and had a voice so powerful yet beautiful the walls of
the Bastille would fall just upon hearing it. She was incorruptible it seemed,
never could be accused of corruption. She was a strong leader, and a thinker-
emotions were not to persuade her of anything, although what she felt was deep
and her passions strong. She was the nullification movement personified at
times it would seem as their fearless leader pressed on to the bright future. Camhouille’s
heart was for the citizens and their rights and she would give just about
anything to save their freedom. Camhouille was liberty and progress
personified. Religiously she was a believer since childhood; politically she
was the voice of the future and the nullifiers that were to follow. Rep.
Danielle J’lay of Kentucky was Speaker of the House. Danielle had wavy chestnut
brown hair and a pair of laughing brown eyes to go along with it. Like Camhouille,
J’lay had a very small hour glass figure as well. J’lay had a warm smile that
would light up an entire room; she was a very warm person. J’lay was also an
organizer, an intelligent and charismatic politician. J’lay was passionate, and
an instigator. She was the champion of the union. Danielle J’lay’s compassion
reached to all mankind, her smile alone would charm the most hardened citizen.
Danielle was a believer spiritually like most Americans at this time- although
her faith was more emotional while Camhouille’s was more of a rational
persuasion. But the important p art was they depended on Christ alone for
salvation. Danielle was the moderate, the even minded politician. She did not
let prejudices sway her anywhere; she was going to see the good in all and the
bad in all. Danielle was the moderate voice of caution and reason, a voice
every citizen could depend on in times of trouble.
England and France
During this time, England and France were fighting.
France's revolution ended in disaster- Rospierre was dead, and a young general
named Napoleone Buonaparte took over and was attempting to conquer Europe. The
demise of Rospierre, made France plunge into a turmoil state with no leaders,
until Napoleone stepped up and became emperor of France. The people of France
flocked to a charismatic young general by the name of Buonaparte turned France
from a republic into an empire, and Buonaparte’s goal was to conquer and take
over Europe. A joint congressional committee discovered that England was
kidnapping our troops and making them fight against France. Congress sent a
petition asking them to stop, but England didn't stop. Enraged Danielle took
the floor; "Congressmen! now is the time to fight! We must show England
that we are a sovereign nation, and do not want them to continue kidnapping our
men and forcing them to serve in England’s fight against France. Does anybody
else want a declaration of war?" Caroline seconded, and was made
"Minority Leader". These Congressional Leaders decided war must
be declared against England. The war was mostly fought on the sea, until
England invaded. The moon was shinning bright that night, as a
group one million strong of English approached our shores. They landed in New
York City, and torched it to the ground. Flames raged against skyscrapers,
people evacuated by the thousands. Sadly, many Americans did not escape in time
and were held captive on the infamous British prison ships. The British went to
the firehouses and slashed the hoses so it would be impossible to put the fires
out. The flames raged into the night, “fire!” screamed the men of the city
running through the streets. A young woman hastily gathered all the belongings
she had and ran out of her house and evaded capture by the British. The British
marched to New Jersey and progressed to the small villages and farms. The
congressional foreign relations committee consisting of Ryan Murray, Luke
Douglas, Rebecca Camhouille and Danielle J’lay investigated the damage. Before
the committee knew it, British soldiers came marching through the swamp. The
Americans took shelter in an abandoned building. The building used to be a
tuberculosis sanitarium, now it stood buried partially in the swamplands of New
Jersey. Danielle pointed to the south; the American army was coming to
combat the British. Against the black smoke stood a promising site... our
flag! The committee then discovered the president's young daughter, Grace had
stowed away with them. "Our flag!" she exclaimed, Senator Murray put
her on his shoulders. "Yes, it’s still there!" he said with pride.
Little Grace managed to slip into the back of the car, and hide well between
the suit cases. Grace was five years old at the time, and very small her long
Rapunzel-like blond hair and huge blue eyes were her most prominent feature.
Senator Camhouille coughed, the humid air combined with the thick smoke made it
impossible for anybody to be able to breathe. Ryan looked to the north and
brushed a strand of his shaggy dirty blond hair out of the way, he peered out
from his hazel eyes and pointed; "The white flag!" The British
surrendered. Peace was eventually settled, but the news didn’t reach one
general on time…. Anthony Dickinson.
Dickinson
Dickinson
Anthony Dickinson was a lanky young man, bright red hair,
piercing blue eyes, a fiery temper, as well as a scar on his face from being
one of those Kentucky Patriots standing against “The King.” He was not to be
messed with. Andrew was keeping the British off the coast of Mississippi, and
eventually made them retreat all the way back down the Mississippi River. When
the public heard of this post-war victory, they immediately feel in love
with Andrew. Andrew’s temper had been a part of him since childhood, a strong
sense of justice to rival Julia Rospierre’s. “No!” Dickinson recalls yelling as
a young boy to bullies who picked on him, the bullies never bugged him again
after Dickinson gave them a good punch in the side.
Andrew was the new heartthrob, but Caroline Camhouille knew
something was wrong. Andrew was handsome in the rugged way, and knew how to
sway voters. A run for president perhaps awaited him in the future.
Andrew did not run in the next election however, that was Jenaye Rhine. Jenaye Rhine of Kentucky won the primary, she was an experienced stateswoman. Although she was in office for a long time, she never lost her youthful looks. Jenaye had long wavy dark brown hair, and beautiful grey eyes. She had a small frame, and was about 5' in height. Nonetheless, she was a brilliant and well-liked senator. Jenaye won in a landslide. Jenaye appointed powerful politicians as her cabinet; Quincy Desmoulins as Secretary of State, Ryan Murray as Secretary of the Treasury, and Senator Camhouille as Secretary of War. Camhouille knew nothing about the military, but Jenaye choose her for another reason---compromise. Under Camhouille as Secretary many wars were avoided due to her compromising skills. Jenaye's presidency was referred to as the; "Era of Grand Feelings." It was a peaceful and prosperous era in history. Business and commerce flourished. Jenaye was well-liked by Americans and ended her presidency by retiring to Kentucky. Secretary Camhouille felt this was perfect time for a run--- so did most American politicians.
The next election comprised of; Danielle J’lay, Ryan Murray, Caroline Camhouille, Rebecca Barnett, Jennifer Crawford, Quincy Desmoulins, and Andrew Dickinson. J’lay of Kentucky was a powerful choice; however her campaign ran out of finances she still stayed in. Murray of Massachusetts pulled out early after a loss in the early Alabama primary and his support in the Southern states was slim. Camhouille of South Carolina was in a solid second place, she put most of her money in the Pennsylvania primary--the deciding primary of the time. Barnett also of South Carolina was endorsed by the legislator. Barnett was torn as she was a good friend of J’lay and Camhouille. Another set back was Barnett's health, although only 32 Rebecca Barnett had a heart problem and may not live to see the election. Barnett pulled out and tossed her supporters to Camhouille. Crawford of New York was a dirty campaigner, she knew what she wanted and she was going to get it. Jennifer Crawford was strong and looked more presidential then any of the frail looking women on the debate stage. She had long blond hair and blue eyes, Crawford was also older than most of the female candidates, born in 1984 while the others were mostly all born in the 1990s. Crawford grew up in the slums of New York, she lived in a ran down apartment with her two siblings and her parents who were usually absent. Usually Crawford was left to fend for herself in the streets, and she was good at it. Crawford knew how to protect those she loved, many times a robber attempted to break into the family’s flat and Crawford did not hesitate to give that individual a slap in the face. Crawford, for all of her faults was beautiful and stood up for what she believed in. The rough and tumble of Crawford came from her childhood growing up in the slums of New York City. Quincy Desmoulins was a son of the famed James Desmoulins, Quincy was quite and had "cold" manners, yet he was brilliant and had good morals. Quincy grew up under the shadow of his father; James Desmoulins took Quincy to Europe to learn about culture and the refined matters. Young Quincy loved to read, and would try to learn everything he got his hands on. Andrew Dickinson was the hero of Mississippi, a 21st century American hero--- or so he portrayed. Andrew Dickinson grew up in Kentucky. When the Loyalist troops marched through they shot and killed his father, and his mother fell ill with cancer. Andrew was taken into a dank prison as a prisoner of war to the loyalists. Andrew and his brother Stephan were kept here. A loyalist officer stormed angrily into the prison one day and for uncertain reasons tried to make Andrew Dickinson shine his boot up. Andrew looked at the soldier and said; “No!” with a firm and resolute voice “I shall never listen to a soldier of the tyrant King Arnold I!” with these words the loyalist soldier took out his sword and gave Andrew a swipe. Andrew kept this scar across his face for the rest of his life.
Now with only J’lay, Camhouille, Dickinson, Desmoulins and Crawford in the race the Pennsylvania primary took place. Camhouille’s Pennsylvania campaign manager changed his support to Dickinson, causing Camhouille to take second place. Camhouille dropped out of the presidential race and joined the Vice Presidential pickings instead.
Andrew did not run in the next election however, that was Jenaye Rhine. Jenaye Rhine of Kentucky won the primary, she was an experienced stateswoman. Although she was in office for a long time, she never lost her youthful looks. Jenaye had long wavy dark brown hair, and beautiful grey eyes. She had a small frame, and was about 5' in height. Nonetheless, she was a brilliant and well-liked senator. Jenaye won in a landslide. Jenaye appointed powerful politicians as her cabinet; Quincy Desmoulins as Secretary of State, Ryan Murray as Secretary of the Treasury, and Senator Camhouille as Secretary of War. Camhouille knew nothing about the military, but Jenaye choose her for another reason---compromise. Under Camhouille as Secretary many wars were avoided due to her compromising skills. Jenaye's presidency was referred to as the; "Era of Grand Feelings." It was a peaceful and prosperous era in history. Business and commerce flourished. Jenaye was well-liked by Americans and ended her presidency by retiring to Kentucky. Secretary Camhouille felt this was perfect time for a run--- so did most American politicians.
The next election comprised of; Danielle J’lay, Ryan Murray, Caroline Camhouille, Rebecca Barnett, Jennifer Crawford, Quincy Desmoulins, and Andrew Dickinson. J’lay of Kentucky was a powerful choice; however her campaign ran out of finances she still stayed in. Murray of Massachusetts pulled out early after a loss in the early Alabama primary and his support in the Southern states was slim. Camhouille of South Carolina was in a solid second place, she put most of her money in the Pennsylvania primary--the deciding primary of the time. Barnett also of South Carolina was endorsed by the legislator. Barnett was torn as she was a good friend of J’lay and Camhouille. Another set back was Barnett's health, although only 32 Rebecca Barnett had a heart problem and may not live to see the election. Barnett pulled out and tossed her supporters to Camhouille. Crawford of New York was a dirty campaigner, she knew what she wanted and she was going to get it. Jennifer Crawford was strong and looked more presidential then any of the frail looking women on the debate stage. She had long blond hair and blue eyes, Crawford was also older than most of the female candidates, born in 1984 while the others were mostly all born in the 1990s. Crawford grew up in the slums of New York, she lived in a ran down apartment with her two siblings and her parents who were usually absent. Usually Crawford was left to fend for herself in the streets, and she was good at it. Crawford knew how to protect those she loved, many times a robber attempted to break into the family’s flat and Crawford did not hesitate to give that individual a slap in the face. Crawford, for all of her faults was beautiful and stood up for what she believed in. The rough and tumble of Crawford came from her childhood growing up in the slums of New York City. Quincy Desmoulins was a son of the famed James Desmoulins, Quincy was quite and had "cold" manners, yet he was brilliant and had good morals. Quincy grew up under the shadow of his father; James Desmoulins took Quincy to Europe to learn about culture and the refined matters. Young Quincy loved to read, and would try to learn everything he got his hands on. Andrew Dickinson was the hero of Mississippi, a 21st century American hero--- or so he portrayed. Andrew Dickinson grew up in Kentucky. When the Loyalist troops marched through they shot and killed his father, and his mother fell ill with cancer. Andrew was taken into a dank prison as a prisoner of war to the loyalists. Andrew and his brother Stephan were kept here. A loyalist officer stormed angrily into the prison one day and for uncertain reasons tried to make Andrew Dickinson shine his boot up. Andrew looked at the soldier and said; “No!” with a firm and resolute voice “I shall never listen to a soldier of the tyrant King Arnold I!” with these words the loyalist soldier took out his sword and gave Andrew a swipe. Andrew kept this scar across his face for the rest of his life.
Now with only J’lay, Camhouille, Dickinson, Desmoulins and Crawford in the race the Pennsylvania primary took place. Camhouille’s Pennsylvania campaign manager changed his support to Dickinson, causing Camhouille to take second place. Camhouille dropped out of the presidential race and joined the Vice Presidential pickings instead.
Election Chaos
The main candidates in the polls as Election Day approached were; Andrew Dickinson and Quincy Desmoulins. Jennifer Crawford tragically had a stroke on the campaign trail in Maine, yet she remained in the race in a solid third place. In forth was Danielle J’lay, but J’lay as Speaker of the House held a powerful position if the race was thrown into the House.
Desmoulins turned to the citizen and explained “In the US Constitution it states that if no presidential candidate gets a two-thirds majority of the votes in the electoral college the race will be thrown into the House of Representatives to choose the president and the Senate to choose the vice-president.”
The main candidates in the polls as Election Day approached were; Andrew Dickinson and Quincy Desmoulins. Jennifer Crawford tragically had a stroke on the campaign trail in Maine, yet she remained in the race in a solid third place. In forth was Danielle J’lay, but J’lay as Speaker of the House held a powerful position if the race was thrown into the House.
Desmoulins turned to the citizen and explained “In the US Constitution it states that if no presidential candidate gets a two-thirds majority of the votes in the electoral college the race will be thrown into the House of Representatives to choose the president and the Senate to choose the vice-president.”
Election Day was chilly yet sunny. The Americans cast their votes in hopes for a hero. Andrew won the popular vote by a large margin, but the electoral vote was what counted.
General Andrew Dickinson- 41%
Ambassador Quincy Desmoulins- 30%
Congresswoman Jennifer Crawford- 15%
Speaker Danielle J’lay- 12%
Danielle's palms sweated as the newscaster explained how only the top three candidates will go to the House of Representatives to be chosen.
Danielle J’lay's campaign was over; tears flooded her gentle brown eyes. This was no time for tears though, work was to be done. Andrew Dickinson must not win!
Danielle J’lay took to her chair in the House. The news had reached her--- the US Senate just voted. Secretary of War Caroline Camhouille was now Vice President Caroline Camhouille! Camhouille won the Senate with a landslide, taking nearly every state. Speaker Danielle J’lay saw that Andrew had more votes, but she knew Andrew would abuse the power.
Danielle left her seat and paced the House floor, without her knowledge a Congresswoman approached her desk and switched Dickinson and Desmoulins's votes. This congresswoman was a strong Dickinson supporter, but she hated J’lay and wanted a scandal. When J’lay returned she finalized the vote without seeing the rigging. President Quincy Desmoulins was to be our next president. The people erupted into an outcry; "corrupt bargain!" was screamed in the streets. Danielle was under so much stress she forgot whether there even was a rigging, did she actually rig it? Quincy Desmoulins had an apple shape to his body and a round jowly face; Small blue eyes, and a receding hairline as well. He was a man of good morals. "I hesitate to take my seat, as I feel I was rigged in..." Quincy confided to a friend. He sighed; "It's my duty however." Quincy appointed J’lay as Secretary of State, a move that haunted him more. "It's a corrupt bargain! For J’lay to be Secretary of State!" the headlines screamed that entire time”It's a bargain for sure!" implied Vice President-elect Camhouille to the press. Camhouille believed it, Dickinson believed it, and the American people believed it, J’lay was starting to believe it to. What if she had done it? changed the votes?
The People’s Will?
Inauguration Day was grey and stormy, however the swearing in was still held on the front steps. Quincy followed by Camhouille took the oath to; "protect and defend the Constitution of the United States."
Quincy Desmoulins’s
Presidency was relatively quiet, but the next election cycle was the most
vicious ever.
April Rose
Andrew
Dickinson was back, and not happy. Disgusting, and appalling attacks were
made. Dickinson's wife April Rose Dickinson was a target of these attacks.
April remembers it all. “April my love…” Charles Grant would stroke her chin. “Get away from me!” April would scream “April, you want me.” April was forced into a marriage with Charles Grant. In came Andrew Dickinson. Andrew was brave, he was tall and dashing. “Andrew, take me away from Charles!” April wanted to scream. Charles would beat April every night, and she wanted out. Andrew approached April one day; “April, divorce him. He does not deserve you.” April looked at Andrew “but I can’t, or I will have the whole community hate me.” April however signed the papers. Grant then sued Dickinson for adultery but the charges were largely forgotten---until now. April Rose had long black hair and soft brown eyes; she was a bit on the heavier side and had a beautiful smile. April was shielded from these attacks due to her delicate heart. Dickinson's campaign was crushing Desmoulins's, while Desmoulins's called Dickinson; "adulterer and murdered", Dickinson called Desmoulins; "a snob who is not with the people!" Dickinson won by a landslide because of his charisma, and charm. However, one night April Rose could not sleep. Shortly after the election April Rose was wondering the long, dark hallways and picked up a newspaper. April picked up the news paper. The frontlines on many newpapers read “Andrew Dickinson: Married April Rose while April was still married.” April clutched her chest and felt a sharp pain. She descended to the ground and felt more pain then she could imagine. Dickinson heard the commotion and ran to April “April! speak to me! live!!” Dickinson frantically held her wrist and did not feel any pulse. He then broke down in tears. "April Rose! come back to me!!" he screamed. The next day April Rose was buried in the purple satin gown she was to wear on his inauguration. After the coffin was lowered to the dirt Andrew looked up at the dark grey sky; "I will forgive those who slandered me, but those who slandered April Rose shall die!" Andrew then swore vengeance on whoever was against him or whoever slandered April Rose.
April remembers it all. “April my love…” Charles Grant would stroke her chin. “Get away from me!” April would scream “April, you want me.” April was forced into a marriage with Charles Grant. In came Andrew Dickinson. Andrew was brave, he was tall and dashing. “Andrew, take me away from Charles!” April wanted to scream. Charles would beat April every night, and she wanted out. Andrew approached April one day; “April, divorce him. He does not deserve you.” April looked at Andrew “but I can’t, or I will have the whole community hate me.” April however signed the papers. Grant then sued Dickinson for adultery but the charges were largely forgotten---until now. April Rose had long black hair and soft brown eyes; she was a bit on the heavier side and had a beautiful smile. April was shielded from these attacks due to her delicate heart. Dickinson's campaign was crushing Desmoulins's, while Desmoulins's called Dickinson; "adulterer and murdered", Dickinson called Desmoulins; "a snob who is not with the people!" Dickinson won by a landslide because of his charisma, and charm. However, one night April Rose could not sleep. Shortly after the election April Rose was wondering the long, dark hallways and picked up a newspaper. April picked up the news paper. The frontlines on many newpapers read “Andrew Dickinson: Married April Rose while April was still married.” April clutched her chest and felt a sharp pain. She descended to the ground and felt more pain then she could imagine. Dickinson heard the commotion and ran to April “April! speak to me! live!!” Dickinson frantically held her wrist and did not feel any pulse. He then broke down in tears. "April Rose! come back to me!!" he screamed. The next day April Rose was buried in the purple satin gown she was to wear on his inauguration. After the coffin was lowered to the dirt Andrew looked up at the dark grey sky; "I will forgive those who slandered me, but those who slandered April Rose shall die!" Andrew then swore vengeance on whoever was against him or whoever slandered April Rose.
Man of the People
During inauguration day, a gigantic throng of people mobbed Washington, DC hoping to see Andrew Dickinson. This unruly crowd was let into the White House and stood on chairs to see him. Vice President Camhouille managed to squeeze her small body through the crowd, she was re-elected but as Andrew Dickinson's Vice President. Camhouille wore her blond hair up-swept, with light trundles coming down. She had on a periwinkle blue gown that was slender fit and flowed to her ankles. Senator Camhouille’s grey eyes scanned the crowd... mostly backwoods people she assumed, trying to get a glimpse of one of their own. Camhouille did not like Dickinson, yet ran under him because he needed somebody to win the Deep South, where Caroline's stronghold was.
Their personalities conflicted- Andrew Dickinson hotheaded and anti-states rights. Andrew, the people’s champion… all sounded lovely on the outside, but something was defiantly wrong. Senator Camhouille - champion of states’ rights, she was caring and very loyal to her friends, she had a stubborn and revolutionary streak as well--enough to lead a revolution, which she tried to hide. Camhouille was a leader and did not do very well when it came to listening to orders.
By the time the rambunctious party was over and the crowd cleared Dickinson got down to business. Dickinson choose his close friends for his official cabinet, yet he had a secret cabinet as well a "Kitchen Cabinet" nobody knew anything about. Andrew sat at the table “Kitchen Cabinet! It is time we discuss certain matters out of the eyes of our possible traitors. They hide everywhere. All traitors- especially those who may have slandered April Rose shall get my revenge and anger. Also, some issues are best discussed outside of the citizen’s eyes and citizen’s ears.
Camhouille Suspicious
Meandering through the White House halls, alone at night the quietness of the White House seemed spooky… something wasn’t right. Camhouille then heard a man talking, from the kitchen? Who on earth would be up this time at night? She peaked in and saw Andrew, with a group of five men and women. Scared she listened closely, “I called you all here, because I can’t let my Vice President know. You see she supports nullification, and is from South Carolina. Therefore, cannot be trusted” Caroline gasped, they were talking about her! Caroline felt a cold hand by her back and felt like letting out a scream.
“Shhh…. It’s me!”
Caroline turned around, “Danielle J’lay! What are you doing?”
“Shhh, I’m here investigating. I see my assumptions were correct”
“assumptions?”
“that President Dickinson has a secret cabinet.”
Andrew turned to the dark corner were the girls were hiding, they stood as still as statues. Perhaps he was just imagining, he turned back to his advisers “I want you as my secret cabinet, my kitchen cabinet to keep quiet about everything that was said tonight, or else... I will turn on you. You will die an untimely death.” Andrew walked out the back door with his advisers. Caroline and Dani shivered with fear, what does President Dickinson want?
During inauguration day, a gigantic throng of people mobbed Washington, DC hoping to see Andrew Dickinson. This unruly crowd was let into the White House and stood on chairs to see him. Vice President Camhouille managed to squeeze her small body through the crowd, she was re-elected but as Andrew Dickinson's Vice President. Camhouille wore her blond hair up-swept, with light trundles coming down. She had on a periwinkle blue gown that was slender fit and flowed to her ankles. Senator Camhouille’s grey eyes scanned the crowd... mostly backwoods people she assumed, trying to get a glimpse of one of their own. Camhouille did not like Dickinson, yet ran under him because he needed somebody to win the Deep South, where Caroline's stronghold was.
Their personalities conflicted- Andrew Dickinson hotheaded and anti-states rights. Andrew, the people’s champion… all sounded lovely on the outside, but something was defiantly wrong. Senator Camhouille - champion of states’ rights, she was caring and very loyal to her friends, she had a stubborn and revolutionary streak as well--enough to lead a revolution, which she tried to hide. Camhouille was a leader and did not do very well when it came to listening to orders.
By the time the rambunctious party was over and the crowd cleared Dickinson got down to business. Dickinson choose his close friends for his official cabinet, yet he had a secret cabinet as well a "Kitchen Cabinet" nobody knew anything about. Andrew sat at the table “Kitchen Cabinet! It is time we discuss certain matters out of the eyes of our possible traitors. They hide everywhere. All traitors- especially those who may have slandered April Rose shall get my revenge and anger. Also, some issues are best discussed outside of the citizen’s eyes and citizen’s ears.
Camhouille Suspicious
Meandering through the White House halls, alone at night the quietness of the White House seemed spooky… something wasn’t right. Camhouille then heard a man talking, from the kitchen? Who on earth would be up this time at night? She peaked in and saw Andrew, with a group of five men and women. Scared she listened closely, “I called you all here, because I can’t let my Vice President know. You see she supports nullification, and is from South Carolina. Therefore, cannot be trusted” Caroline gasped, they were talking about her! Caroline felt a cold hand by her back and felt like letting out a scream.
“Shhh…. It’s me!”
Caroline turned around, “Danielle J’lay! What are you doing?”
“Shhh, I’m here investigating. I see my assumptions were correct”
“assumptions?”
“that President Dickinson has a secret cabinet.”
Andrew turned to the dark corner were the girls were hiding, they stood as still as statues. Perhaps he was just imagining, he turned back to his advisers “I want you as my secret cabinet, my kitchen cabinet to keep quiet about everything that was said tonight, or else... I will turn on you. You will die an untimely death.” Andrew walked out the back door with his advisers. Caroline and Dani shivered with fear, what does President Dickinson want?
Van Fordley’s Pride
There was
a secretary by the name of Michele Van Fordley. Van Fordley remembers the collapse
will, she lived through it. Van Fordley thought back to the days where she wore
beautiful dresses and bows in her hair. When she was five, New York lost the
American Revolution. New York stayed loyal to the president, while the other
states rebelled. Van Fordley recalled her family losing their house, boarded up
because they could not pay the rent. Before she knew it she was in rags with
the rest of New York. New York may never recover. Van Fordley won election to
the House of Representatives. She found quick ways to earn money, just a little
bribe- just taking a bit. After all it was for the good of her citizens, or so
she said.
A bill was
passed and signed into law. The law raised taxes from 50% to 100% to fund new
government programs. Many states such as South Carolina were going to nullify
it, while states like Massachusetts and Tennessee applauded it. Murray
applauded it as it will help the dying industry in his state of Massachusetts! Camhouille
frowned upon it; South Carolina's industry was doing just fine.
South Carolina on the Barricade
In the
South Carolina state legislator, an act was proposed that if the tariff was not
repealed South Carolina will secede.
Dickinson was enraged; no state will secede under his watch! Camhouille was scared, she had to be loyal to her beloved South Carolina, yet she felt secession was too soon. Camhouille was torn, there had to be an alternative to secession.
Late one night, the lights were dimmed. Vice President Camhouille was up and her intense mind at work, she opened the founding father's documents and read about nullification. A smile came across the vice president's face, nullification-perfect! South Carolina can nullify the law! Vice President Camhouille sent a letter to the South Carolina legislator begging them to nullify the law and not to secede. South Carolina announced they were going to nullify the tariff, still Dickinson was not pleased.
The Day Before Possible Revolution
The next day the sixth of May was reckoning day. All of our heroes on the night of the fifth were either reflecting on the past, with hopes or fears of what tomorrow holds. With dimmed lights in his office Ryan Murray packed his papers for the day. Ryan looked at the map of these United States on his wall and sighed; "The union was happiest together, there were days when we lived happily as Americans. Now it has all changed. I'm confident these men who know my speech will support me." Ryan said. Murray turned to leave his office and turned out the lights as he saw two men discussing politics, this gave a warm feeling inside Murray that perhaps the union will be strong.
Washington was strangely quiet. The streets that normally bussed with life, hope, idealism were now dead in fear. The revolution was encroaching such as clouds on the plans. In the somber Committee on National Security three senators- James Desmoulins of Virginia, Christopher Clark of Alabama and Elise Hutchison of Wisconsin were packing up. As they were leaving their way was blocked by Danielle J’lay. "Senators, we must reach a compromise. I need you to help me, I have no idea how any of our states will survive if this tariff is passed. We must reach agreement. For the union must be united, how could we survive without the other states?" Danielle continued talking and persuaded the other three senators to help her draft a compromise, they sat at a table- ready to make history.
Van Fordley got off the train and walked to the dead streets of New York. There was a time these buildings and streets teemed with life and livelihood. These days are dead; New York was now an empty shell of what used to be. Buildings were crumbling to the ground, businesses boarded up, thousands- no millions on the streets homeless and starving for just a piece of bread. Van Fordley brushed past them; she was clothed in her beautiful long purple dress with a high empire waist-- the people were in rags. Van Fordley ignored their pleas and walked into an abandoned hospital, from the upper hospital window Van Fordley looked out; "Nobody cares about me, or my economy. New York could have been strong but what happened? South Carolina took our pride, they took our industry, took our everything." Van Fordley collapsed in sadness thinking of what a glorious career she would have had, but no matter what she could do- the people were in rags and dying in the streets. Van Fordley walked along the upper floor of the hospital from room to room. Van Fordley took one more glimpse out the window- her bitterness willed up inside her, she wanted to advance in her career yet she was living a lie of pretending. Something on the floor caught Van Fordley's eyes- an old Bible. The floor she was on used to be a tuberculosis isolation floor, it closed in 2008. Van Fordley picked up the Bible and scoffed- this was not what she wanted in her life, what she wanted was revenge and power. Why should those who wronged her get ahead? they should not.
The French Quarter of Charleston, South Carolina gave a very different scene. Advancee Café, an old but large café on Rutledge Street had been a place of political rebellion and excitement ever since the days of the American Revolution. The café was quite large, with pealing green paint and old wooden floors brunt by smoke. The chairs and tables were all wooden but very sturdy. Standing on a table of a cafe, Vice President Camhouille was wearing a black waistcoat underneath her red overcoat, her tall black boots blended into her black pants, her red nullification sash only added a revolutionary flair to the Cockade was pinned neatly on her chest as she called out to the people; "Citizens!" she called out "We in South Carolina have accomplished a great feat, our economy is prosperous. This bill is an outrage! This new tariff will take away our hard work and give the state of New York the money we should be earning. New York’s situation is a tragedy, but instead of taking away own livelihood they should be focusing on fixing their own. The states all have a similar culture, we are all Americans! We should be working together; we should not be giving harm to the other states. This is an intense time of strong passions and feelings fear not! Someday I believe it will be better, we are in the majority! It may not look like it, but we are. The power of Van Fordley shall break and the people will finally have a say. All humans will have an equal chance to live someday, an equal chance at life. We are all equal in God’s sight, equally fallen and equally in need of grace- all we have to do is call on His name. Why can’t we be equal in man’s sight also? All citizens shall freely start their own businesses, without fear of the government and big business crashing down on them. Someday all Americans shall have the states’ rights each state needs to survive, and the states will function as they should as safe guards against the federal government’s power. Follow me citizens into the future- follow me in the name of liberty and equality!" The crowd cheered, Camhouille’s calming means was public speaking, and when she was quite she could not stop thinking of the terrible conflict about to tear her beloved America in two. The sunset casted a bright red light on the streets of Charleston, South Carolina- the city was prepared for revolution. The citizens of Charleston wore blue cockades to show their support of Camhouille. The citizens were ready and willing to fight to preserve their rights, urban warfare looked like a very real potential in the French Quarter. Streets blocked off, houses boarded up, the palmetto flags waving, angry citizens forming their armies- tomorrow was going to be big. South Carolina was on the verge of revolution, the people demanded to be treated equally- New York should not receive special favors.
Anthony Dickinson was strolling the White House halls in the dark, he was the leader of the land and he alone wanted to be the final say. "I shall get rid of all these nullifiers; they shall be crushed beneath my feet! How could they think they can defy me? I fought for the people- I was the one who had this scar given to me by a loyalist standing up for our freedoms." Andrew pompously proclaimed. Dickinson was not in the mood for revolution, nothing stood in Dickinson's way. Dickinson picked up a letter from J’lay that was laying on his desk- a plea for compromise. Dickinson mocked it and threw the letter in the fire- compromise was a sign of weakness, he must destroy every last revolutionary in South Carolina.
Dickinson was enraged; no state will secede under his watch! Camhouille was scared, she had to be loyal to her beloved South Carolina, yet she felt secession was too soon. Camhouille was torn, there had to be an alternative to secession.
Late one night, the lights were dimmed. Vice President Camhouille was up and her intense mind at work, she opened the founding father's documents and read about nullification. A smile came across the vice president's face, nullification-perfect! South Carolina can nullify the law! Vice President Camhouille sent a letter to the South Carolina legislator begging them to nullify the law and not to secede. South Carolina announced they were going to nullify the tariff, still Dickinson was not pleased.
The Day Before Possible Revolution
The next day the sixth of May was reckoning day. All of our heroes on the night of the fifth were either reflecting on the past, with hopes or fears of what tomorrow holds. With dimmed lights in his office Ryan Murray packed his papers for the day. Ryan looked at the map of these United States on his wall and sighed; "The union was happiest together, there were days when we lived happily as Americans. Now it has all changed. I'm confident these men who know my speech will support me." Ryan said. Murray turned to leave his office and turned out the lights as he saw two men discussing politics, this gave a warm feeling inside Murray that perhaps the union will be strong.
Washington was strangely quiet. The streets that normally bussed with life, hope, idealism were now dead in fear. The revolution was encroaching such as clouds on the plans. In the somber Committee on National Security three senators- James Desmoulins of Virginia, Christopher Clark of Alabama and Elise Hutchison of Wisconsin were packing up. As they were leaving their way was blocked by Danielle J’lay. "Senators, we must reach a compromise. I need you to help me, I have no idea how any of our states will survive if this tariff is passed. We must reach agreement. For the union must be united, how could we survive without the other states?" Danielle continued talking and persuaded the other three senators to help her draft a compromise, they sat at a table- ready to make history.
Van Fordley got off the train and walked to the dead streets of New York. There was a time these buildings and streets teemed with life and livelihood. These days are dead; New York was now an empty shell of what used to be. Buildings were crumbling to the ground, businesses boarded up, thousands- no millions on the streets homeless and starving for just a piece of bread. Van Fordley brushed past them; she was clothed in her beautiful long purple dress with a high empire waist-- the people were in rags. Van Fordley ignored their pleas and walked into an abandoned hospital, from the upper hospital window Van Fordley looked out; "Nobody cares about me, or my economy. New York could have been strong but what happened? South Carolina took our pride, they took our industry, took our everything." Van Fordley collapsed in sadness thinking of what a glorious career she would have had, but no matter what she could do- the people were in rags and dying in the streets. Van Fordley walked along the upper floor of the hospital from room to room. Van Fordley took one more glimpse out the window- her bitterness willed up inside her, she wanted to advance in her career yet she was living a lie of pretending. Something on the floor caught Van Fordley's eyes- an old Bible. The floor she was on used to be a tuberculosis isolation floor, it closed in 2008. Van Fordley picked up the Bible and scoffed- this was not what she wanted in her life, what she wanted was revenge and power. Why should those who wronged her get ahead? they should not.
The French Quarter of Charleston, South Carolina gave a very different scene. Advancee Café, an old but large café on Rutledge Street had been a place of political rebellion and excitement ever since the days of the American Revolution. The café was quite large, with pealing green paint and old wooden floors brunt by smoke. The chairs and tables were all wooden but very sturdy. Standing on a table of a cafe, Vice President Camhouille was wearing a black waistcoat underneath her red overcoat, her tall black boots blended into her black pants, her red nullification sash only added a revolutionary flair to the Cockade was pinned neatly on her chest as she called out to the people; "Citizens!" she called out "We in South Carolina have accomplished a great feat, our economy is prosperous. This bill is an outrage! This new tariff will take away our hard work and give the state of New York the money we should be earning. New York’s situation is a tragedy, but instead of taking away own livelihood they should be focusing on fixing their own. The states all have a similar culture, we are all Americans! We should be working together; we should not be giving harm to the other states. This is an intense time of strong passions and feelings fear not! Someday I believe it will be better, we are in the majority! It may not look like it, but we are. The power of Van Fordley shall break and the people will finally have a say. All humans will have an equal chance to live someday, an equal chance at life. We are all equal in God’s sight, equally fallen and equally in need of grace- all we have to do is call on His name. Why can’t we be equal in man’s sight also? All citizens shall freely start their own businesses, without fear of the government and big business crashing down on them. Someday all Americans shall have the states’ rights each state needs to survive, and the states will function as they should as safe guards against the federal government’s power. Follow me citizens into the future- follow me in the name of liberty and equality!" The crowd cheered, Camhouille’s calming means was public speaking, and when she was quite she could not stop thinking of the terrible conflict about to tear her beloved America in two. The sunset casted a bright red light on the streets of Charleston, South Carolina- the city was prepared for revolution. The citizens of Charleston wore blue cockades to show their support of Camhouille. The citizens were ready and willing to fight to preserve their rights, urban warfare looked like a very real potential in the French Quarter. Streets blocked off, houses boarded up, the palmetto flags waving, angry citizens forming their armies- tomorrow was going to be big. South Carolina was on the verge of revolution, the people demanded to be treated equally- New York should not receive special favors.
Anthony Dickinson was strolling the White House halls in the dark, he was the leader of the land and he alone wanted to be the final say. "I shall get rid of all these nullifiers; they shall be crushed beneath my feet! How could they think they can defy me? I fought for the people- I was the one who had this scar given to me by a loyalist standing up for our freedoms." Andrew pompously proclaimed. Dickinson was not in the mood for revolution, nothing stood in Dickinson's way. Dickinson picked up a letter from J’lay that was laying on his desk- a plea for compromise. Dickinson mocked it and threw the letter in the fire- compromise was a sign of weakness, he must destroy every last revolutionary in South Carolina.
Peter Saint-Just
Morning
had come. South Carolinians were standing in the streets, guns were loaded,
this was not going to land up as a victory for “King Andrew.” Senator Camhouille
walked through the streets as a young man walked up to her. Peter Saint-Just,
his chestnut brown hair reached his shoulders and framed his oval face. His two
brown eyes held a passion and energy that was hard to put into words. Saint-Just
wore a red waistcoat under his black tailcoat. Peter Saint-Just wore a red
nullification sash matching Senator Camhouille’s, he also had a top hat which
had patriotic colored feathers on it- as well as the cockade. Saint-Just sat down on a seat close to Senator
Camhouille. Saint-Just closed his eyes and images returned to him, born into
poverty in a poor coal-mining town in the backwoods of Pennsylvania. Mountains
scattered across the northeastern frontier of Pennsylvania, far north of
Scranton. Coal, mining, faces full of soot. The iron fist of the federal
government crashed down on them! Due to government restrictions and
regulations, this town was shut down. Saint-Just as a young boy playing his
makeshift sword- which was a stick he grabbed from a tree “what is wrong daddy?
why can’t the miners work anymore? nothing ain’t broken.” young Peter was
sitting on his dad’s lap, outside their one room wooden cabin “the government
young Peter, they say we can’t mine anymore.” Peter’s eyes widened- the federal
government was making things hard on the citizens. One night the stove was left
on, the whole cabin was engulfed in flames. Saint-Just was coughing from the soot and
scared he escaped through the window, Saint-Just knew his parents were in the
house- he ran into the house and tried to stir his parents. They woke up;
“Peter go away!”
“Mommy!
Daddy! Fire!” His parents rose and they fled the house. Everything was
destroyed. The family moved into an abandoned trailer, Peter lived there with
his parents for three years. Stormy green clouds dotted the landscape; a rare
event that rarely happens in Pennsylvania took place. From the skies came a
large funnel- tornado! Both of Peter’s
parents were both killed by the derbies. Young Peter ran, but was knocked out
by a large piece of wood. Peter awoke to a new world. Peter was 15 and
orphaned. Peter Saint-Just was scared and alone, he knew nobody in the town-
since everybody fled to get work. Peter cried and held his knees- nobody was
left. This town was so removed from civilization, tucked in the peaks of the
Endless Mountains branch of Appalachia- nobody knew of the tragedy. The whole
town was gone except for a 15 year old boy. Months later Saint-Just decided to
get out on his own. Taking a train to Charleston Saint-Just longed to find
adventure. What Saint-Just found was a very wealthy city that was prospering-
because the government did not help. Saint-Just was wondering and blaming the
government for killing his family. If it was not for government regulations his
town would have had money, if his town had money perhaps his family could have
lived in a regular house with a basement and his family could have lived
through the hurricane. Saint-Just’s views grew increasingly more radical and
cemented, nothing and nobody was going to change him.
“Vice President Camhouille” Saint-Just tried to get the famous figure’s attention. Camhouille was holding the flag of rebellion and looked over at Saint-Just “Yes?” Saint-Just was almost speechless but had to say something, no matter how foolish he may sound; “I really admire what you are doing, why do you do this?”
“Vice President Camhouille” Saint-Just tried to get the famous figure’s attention. Camhouille was holding the flag of rebellion and looked over at Saint-Just “Yes?” Saint-Just was almost speechless but had to say something, no matter how foolish he may sound; “I really admire what you are doing, why do you do this?”
The Vice
President nodded her head; “why, I do what I believe is best for the citizens.
The government is forgetting they are accountable for them. Some states think
they can get ahead by stepping on other states and forgetting the fact that we
are all equal. Why does the government want to continue stepping on our rights?
God created us all with natural inalienable rights. We having these rights than
formed our system of governments. A republican form of government with states’
rights is the best form I believe, because these states have the right and
privilege to ignore unjust laws. If we were in another system of government, we
would have had a revolution by now. Revolution is a last resort, but many times
a necessary one. We are not at that point yet, but if this nullification fails-
revolution is the next step.” Vice President Camhouille stated clearly. Saint-Just
listened, and was in awe- somebody who understands why the government is held
accountable to the people. Saint-Just did not have much education; Vice
President Camhouille was very educated. Saint-Just did not follow everything
she said, but knew whatever it was it should be followed. Saint-Just thanked the vice president and
disappeared into the crowd. Vice President Camhouille was going to head to the
legislator, to see one thing- how the nullification is working. Camhouille
climbed into the nearest taxi and asked to be driven to Columbia- the state
capitol. Camhouille watched as the scenery changed, from the great wealthy city
of Charleston into the swamp lands. Camhouille looked down at her papers, she
had everything planned perfectly- there was no way this could fail. Since she
was young she thought ahead about her vision to change America for the good. Camhouille’s
nature was to lead- she never was one to sit on the sidelines no matter what
the conflict was. She always dreamt of moving to South Carolina- where progress
was made, and idealism ruled the day. The taxi stopped in front of the state
capitol “I thank you sir” Vice President Camhouille said to the driver as she
walked out of the carriage. Walking up the marble steps, Camhouille had no
fears at all. Any other young politician would have been afraid, Camhouille was
no politician- she was a stateswoman. Camhouille opened the large wooden doors
and walked with confidence through the halls of the capitol and into the
chamber.
“Senators!” Camhouille spoke up amidst the crowd; the whole chamber looked around and was frozen in respect, “We shall not let our rights be taken away! Now is not yet the time for revolution, there is still hope we can solve this through other means. We must show the word that South Carolina is just as equal as all the other states. We in South Carolina helped create the union just as much as all the other states did. South Carolina worked hard to get our prosperity, and we shall not pay tribute to Van Fordley and her cronies. In the name of liberty and equality, this is wrong citizens. Michele Van Fordley and her cronies shall fall someday, and someday true liberty shall prevail!” the crowd cheered as Camhouille looked into the distance- into progress.
“Senators!” Camhouille spoke up amidst the crowd; the whole chamber looked around and was frozen in respect, “We shall not let our rights be taken away! Now is not yet the time for revolution, there is still hope we can solve this through other means. We must show the word that South Carolina is just as equal as all the other states. We in South Carolina helped create the union just as much as all the other states did. South Carolina worked hard to get our prosperity, and we shall not pay tribute to Van Fordley and her cronies. In the name of liberty and equality, this is wrong citizens. Michele Van Fordley and her cronies shall fall someday, and someday true liberty shall prevail!” the crowd cheered as Camhouille looked into the distance- into progress.
Dinner Problems
One night,
at a presidential dinner Andrew Dickinson hinting at Caroline’s states rights philosophy
toasted; “The Union! May it ever be preserved against those states rights
people!” Caroline knew exactly what Dickinson was referring to, hands
sweating she picked up her glass and fixed her intense grey eyes on Andrew, she
broke protocol, and toasted back; “Only next to our liberty most my dear, may
we remember the states that created the federal union and these United States
are the strongest, if we stay together.” Her deep set sea green eyes looked
deeply ahead at the president. The rest of the dinner was eaten in silence, for
a fog of tension seemed to have descended in the room.
After the
dinner Camhouille was walking back to her house as Senator Desmoulins stopped
her. “Vice President Camhouille, I have respect for you. What exactly is this doctrine
you are promoting? I remember always being wary of states’ rights, but lately I
have been more open to these revolutionary ideas”
Camhouille
turned to face Desmoulins “this is the doctrine of nullification that declares
states can ignore unjust laws that are passed without the citizen’s consent.”
Desmoulins
paused for a second thinking to himself perhaps
states rights is not as bad as I thought it was a long time ago, Vice President
Camhouille is correct- states’ rights can be vital when it comes to making the
citizens better represented and their rights better secured. Desmoulins
smiled “thank you for explaining that to me Vice President Camhouille.” The two
left each other, with Desmoulins becoming a changed man in his views towards
states rights.
On the
floor of the Senate, Ryan Murray of Massachusetts arose to express his
discontent with South Carolina’s nullification declaration; “We are one union!”
he eloquently captured the entire audience, with his words of “unity” and
“patriotism.” Murray continued “we won the war against President Arnold I by
uniting as one solid union. The union and freedom are not mutually exclusive.
They are both needed.” The crowd cheered as Ryan Murray sat down.
Sitting in the Vice President’s chair, was Caroline Camhouille
of South Carolina. On the floor was Senator Luke Hayne of South Carolina.
Vice President Camhouille was handing her notes of encouragement to help defend
the states’ nullification stance. Luke Hayne stood up and started reading from
the helpful speaking tips that Senator Camhouille gave him “this union is
comprised of 50 separate states which are entirely the same in culture. Despite
that the states are a strong guard for liberty against the federal tyranny.
President Arnold I was a tyrant who used centralized authority to accomplish
his will and infringe on the rights and liberties of the citizens. Therefore I
must urge that our states rights be preserved, and South Carolina be allowed to
nullify this unconstitutional law.” The crowd clapped for Luke as well, it was
almost impossible to see whose opinion was in the majority.
After the debate, the darkness of night slowly crept by as senators returned to their boarding houses and hotels to retire. It was midnight; Vice President Camhouille received an alarming alert. Certain members of the South Carolina State Senate were planning secession. This had to be stopped dead in its tracks. She knew what needed to be done; boarded the train at Union station and took a city bus from Charleston to Columbia. “Wait!” she shouted stepping into the South Carolina Senate.
“We have to take a pre-emptive strike and secede!” Senator Tabitha Rhett of Charleston County demanded. "My sentiments exactly!" another senator agreed.
“No!” Caroline protested. “If y’all do this, South Carolina will bear the burden of the Civil War that may come, I don’t want bloodshed. Listen to me! Let intellect and reason guide your beliefs, not foolish and rash actions! I'm a staunch believer in states’ rights, perhaps the strongest the Senate ever had. Nullify this law! Now is not the time to secede, only secede once attacked.” Vice President Camhouille said in disgust. Senator Rhett turned around, amazed “Vice President Camhouille?” the Vice President smiled.
"We must respond peacefully, because if we do not Andrew Dickinson will have us all killed for "treason"" Vice President Camhouille begged.
"I suppose you have a point..." the fire-eater Senator Rhett confessed.
After the debate, the darkness of night slowly crept by as senators returned to their boarding houses and hotels to retire. It was midnight; Vice President Camhouille received an alarming alert. Certain members of the South Carolina State Senate were planning secession. This had to be stopped dead in its tracks. She knew what needed to be done; boarded the train at Union station and took a city bus from Charleston to Columbia. “Wait!” she shouted stepping into the South Carolina Senate.
“We have to take a pre-emptive strike and secede!” Senator Tabitha Rhett of Charleston County demanded. "My sentiments exactly!" another senator agreed.
“No!” Caroline protested. “If y’all do this, South Carolina will bear the burden of the Civil War that may come, I don’t want bloodshed. Listen to me! Let intellect and reason guide your beliefs, not foolish and rash actions! I'm a staunch believer in states’ rights, perhaps the strongest the Senate ever had. Nullify this law! Now is not the time to secede, only secede once attacked.” Vice President Camhouille said in disgust. Senator Rhett turned around, amazed “Vice President Camhouille?” the Vice President smiled.
"We must respond peacefully, because if we do not Andrew Dickinson will have us all killed for "treason"" Vice President Camhouille begged.
"I suppose you have a point..." the fire-eater Senator Rhett confessed.
Back in Washington
Returning
to Washington, Vice President Camhouille found out President Andrew Dickinson
was too dangerous, and too unreasonable to listen. Dickinson one night was
alone with Vice President Camhouille, “Mr. President! You must listen to the
people, or we shall have a revolution on our hands!” Senator Camhouille
indignantly told the president
“I shall
kill every revolutionary with my bare hands in the name of the union!”
President Dickinson shouted as Vice President Camhouille dodged a punch. Camhouille
stormed out of the room, as Dickinson smirked.
Senator J’lay was investigating found in the
"Kitchen Cabinet" meetings some of Andrew's plans, to kill all of his
enemies---- including J’lay. J’lay listened to the nameless members of
the cabinet who she did even see the faces of
“we must
find a way to get rid of Camhouille and J’lay. They are in the way of our plans
and we must bring them down.” one member said. J’lay ran out of the corner she
was hiding it, she glanced back to see Dickinson and his cabinet burn the files
so nobody would see. J’lay had to warn Camhouille and Murray!
J’lay saw
Murray and Camhouille talking as she yelled out to them. “Murray! Camhouille!
The Kitchen Cabinet wants to kill the both of you; they have
counterrevolutionaries hiding in many parts of Washington!”
"What?"
Murray was shocked.
"I
was expecting this all along... he won't follow through with us though, we are
too power and well known. He'd kill off the lesser known people
first." Camhouille inserted. Sure enough Camhouille read in
the paper the next day to find out Senator Luke Hayne was discovered “dead” of
“accidental poisoning.” Some younger members of the House and Senate who
supported J’lay suffered "untimely" deaths. J’lay
shivered, was there a way to report this? No, there was not. President
Dickinson would just bend things his way, and skew evidence. It was best to
vote him out. Also, Dickinson had a very powerful ally- Michele Van
Fordley. Michele Van Fordley was already well-known; she was that senator from
New York who penned the infamous tariff. Van Fordley had light blond hair that
flowed to her elbows; her eyes were a dark brown and never smiled. Van Fordley
was born in New York City, a city that suffered greatly when the South started
growing and people moved South. Van Fordley did not though; she was going to
remain in New York- the state she loved. Eventually her childhood home was foreclosed;
it was abandoned for years until it burned to the ground with most of New York
City during the previous war. Van Fordley did not believe God or anything like that
could make things better. Van Fordley believed it was only money that was going
to get ahead, for that is how the South got ahead she believed. Van Fordley was as sly as a fox.
Vice
President Camhouille walked into the presidential office one day.
“Good
evening Vice President!” Van Fordley said with a smile. Camhouille cringed, Van
Fordley- despite her smile something did not feel right.
“Good evening.” Senator Camhouille replied trying to be pleasant.
“Good evening.” Senator Camhouille replied trying to be pleasant.
Van
Fordley glared as the vice president exited the room, how could it be that some
people have power and influence and others don’t? It was not her fault that her
house was foreclosed and burned to the ground; it was not her fault she was
stuck at the bottom of the heap in life.
Camhouille was disgusted with Van Fordley. Camhouille
sat down and was thinking I’m not one to
quit, but I should take the open seat in the United States Senate so it will be
easier for me to defend my views and stances. I must resign the vice
presidency.
Camhouille
penned this letter;
To Whom it
may Concern:
I will be accepting a US Senate
seat. I resign the Vice Presidency of the United States- Caroline R. Camhouille
Van Fordley the Corrupt
Van Fordley saw this letter on the Secretary of States' desk and smiled, she approached President Dickinson. "Van Fordley! we meet again!" Dickinson smiled.
"Mr. President, I just came back from the nullification convention in South Carolina... spying." Van Fordley said with confidence.
"Spying? well done my dear!" replied Dickinson.
Van Fordley looked down; "That former Vice President of yours nearly caught me though!"
Just as she said that, Senator Caroline Camhouille indignantly opened the door and approached the president and Van Fordley. To the president she said; "I came to make sure you received my resignation."
"I did." replied Dickinson. The senator then exited.
Camhouille the Fearless Leader
Sen.Camhouille was elected Minority Leader, and served the senate. With Senator J’lay and Murray, they formed the media and people called "Great Triumvirate." The three most influential and famous senators of the century.
Trying to Make Camhouille Fall
Four years later, during Dickinson's second term Van Fordley
was elected to the senate as part of the same party the Great Triumvirate was
in, but had a sinister purpose in mind. Van Fordley smiled at Senator Camhouille.
“Senator Camhouille, come with me. Camhouille, I hope you count me as a friend-
for I have heard citizens say terrible things about you. Of course, these are
just rumors but you never know who you can trust. Something tells me even your
closest allies may be against you. Camhouille, don’t worry- it is us against
them!”
Senator Camhouille raised an eyebrow; Van Fordley put her
arm around Camhouille “you must join me.” Camhouille broke loose “goes away Van
Fordley! I know what you are up to.”
Van Fordley was offended “what exactly Camhouille? I was
just protecting you against those who are plotting against you.”
Camhouille knew what Van Fordley was doing, trying to get Camhouille against her own friends. True, citizens may have been plotting against Camhouille- but her own dear friends would never. “There are people who hate me Van Fordley; my own friends would never plot against me. You are trying to make me one of your minions and I just won’t.” Camhouille glared at Van Fordley as Van Fordley stepped out of the room “Thermidor shall come for you!” shouted Van Fordley. Camhouille smirked “I think not. I’m not a Robespierre. Why all the kindness all of a sudden Van Fordley? I thought you could not stand me, I thought you considered me to be just another revolutionary.” Van Fordley grabbed Camhouille’s hand “I just want to be your friend; it is us against the world.” Camhouille grabbed Van Fordley’s hand and looked into Van Fordley’s cold blue eyes- Camhouille dropped the hand. “I shall never betray the revolution, and I will not join you Van Fordley.” Van Fordley was very well aware of Camhouille’s extensive knowledge of history and decided to see if she could use it against Camhouille “Have it your way Camhouille. Maybe you shall meet your own Thermidor!” Camhouille smirked- was she Louis Saint-Just in this whole scenario? “Counterrevolutionaries and those hypocrites were the first to call I remind you.” Camhouille said playing with Van Fordley’s logic.
Camhouille knew what Van Fordley was doing, trying to get Camhouille against her own friends. True, citizens may have been plotting against Camhouille- but her own dear friends would never. “There are people who hate me Van Fordley; my own friends would never plot against me. You are trying to make me one of your minions and I just won’t.” Camhouille glared at Van Fordley as Van Fordley stepped out of the room “Thermidor shall come for you!” shouted Van Fordley. Camhouille smirked “I think not. I’m not a Robespierre. Why all the kindness all of a sudden Van Fordley? I thought you could not stand me, I thought you considered me to be just another revolutionary.” Van Fordley grabbed Camhouille’s hand “I just want to be your friend; it is us against the world.” Camhouille grabbed Van Fordley’s hand and looked into Van Fordley’s cold blue eyes- Camhouille dropped the hand. “I shall never betray the revolution, and I will not join you Van Fordley.” Van Fordley was very well aware of Camhouille’s extensive knowledge of history and decided to see if she could use it against Camhouille “Have it your way Camhouille. Maybe you shall meet your own Thermidor!” Camhouille smirked- was she Louis Saint-Just in this whole scenario? “Counterrevolutionaries and those hypocrites were the first to call I remind you.” Camhouille said playing with Van Fordley’s logic.
“Fine! have it your way! Mark my words Camhouille! Thermidor
is coming to swipe away fanatics! You in your young idealism shall witness
Louis Saint-Just’s pain” Van Fordley stormed out. Camhouille smirked, she knew
what Thermidor was and the reference Van Fordley was referring to and Thermidor
was not happening on her watch.
Saint-Just was walking down the hallways of the senate
office complex when he spotted Van Fordley. What did Van Fordley want? Van
Fordley cornered Saint-Just “Peter, join me. You know you want to. Compromise
your revolutionary standards and just vote for this bill to give the
impoverished people of New York money.” Peter looked at Van Fordley with
disgust “The impoverished people of New York? or is the money all going to you
and your political cronies. I know your type Van Fordley. Your type is at the
bottom of history, yet somehow always tries to rise to the top.” Van Fordley
slapped Saint-Just with the most strength she had “You will regret this Peter Saint-Just!
You will fall and stumble and nobody will ever be able to pull up the pieces!”
Van Fordley stormed out of the room leaving Saint-Just wondering what Van
Fordley meant.
Desmoulins heard the commotion and came out of his office;
Van Fordley dramatically fell towards his knees: “Oh, Senator Desmoulins! Saint-Just
approached and threatened me and I had no chance but to strike.” Desmoulins came up to Saint-Just “Peter, is
this true?” Desmoulins heard everything, but of course was going to give the accused
a chance to speak. Peter looked into Desmoulins’ eyes “No, it is not. Van
Fordley was threatening Senator Camhouille. I heard it, and then she threatened
to have me and her---- Thermidor! not that I know what it means” Desmoulins
looked at Van Fordley “I know not what he is saying he is accusing me without
any trial, accusing me without any proof whatsoever!” Desmoulins glared at Van
Fordley “Be gone you liar, for you have no place in these sacred halls of the
United States Senate. May you take your empty threats elsewhere? I overheard
every word you made.” Van Fordley looked at Desmoulins with threat. Desmoulins
was a small man, about 5’4 and very slender. Something in Desmoulins’ gentle
but firm voice hit her and she fled. Saint-Just
looked on in anger “what does she mean by Thermidor? Whatever Thermidor was
Senator Camhouille seemed to know.” Desmoulins
sighed, “Thermidor was a period during the French Revolution where Robespierre
and his radical friends met their Waterloo. The moderates and monarchists took
over, and all the radicals were purged.”
Saint-Just looked on in horror; “Basically, she wants to get rid of
anybody she deems more radical then her?”
Desmoulins nodded; “Yes. Van Fordley’s views change with the seasons,
but she has to remain a moderate- this way she retains her power.”
Van Fordley’s Way
.Van Fordley sat outside the senate chamber with a smile across her face. Entering the senate chamber Van Fordley listened with pride at her bill being read to the people. “Ms. President!” Senator Camhouille tried to get the president’s attention. Van Fordley as current Vice President was in charge of the senate, she conveniently did not notice Camhouille. “I demand to be heard!” Van Fordley ignored her pleas. “President Van Fordley” Desmoulins took the floor “I rise to speak against the bill, in the name of equality. This bill will redistribute South Carolina’s wealth and give it not to the poor and downtrodden like the bill claims but to you and your cronies.” Van Fordley glared in anger “you lost your rights! Off the floor!” Desmoulins sat down in anger. Camhouille pounded her fist “I demand to be heard!” Peter Saint-Just was furious- Van Fordley was ignoring the people. “Michele Van Fordley!” Saint-Just impulsively stood up, “I know I’m disobeying the senate rules right now but I don’t care because so are you. Give the people a chance to speak!” Van Fordley was furious, her bill was going to pass whether the people had a voice or not. “Let us speak!” Camhouille and Saint-Just chanted. Desmoulins took out a piece of paper and began writing; “Citizens of the United States. I’m writing this in the senate chamber, Van Fordley is preventing the people from speaking- Camhouille and Saint-Just are bravely fighting for our rights. I do not know how much longer this can hold. Van Fordley is going to get her bill through somehow. I can only see this ending in one way- revolution. - James Desmoulins.” James gave the letter to the pageboy “Young man! deliver this for me to the press- tell them to publish it as soon as possible.” Desmoulins dropped a dollar in the boy’s hand “I thank you sir!” the boy gave a huge smile and ran off to the press. Camhouille was furious, Van Fordley was not letting anything through—what was worse? Van Fordley already rigged the technology to make her bill win. Saint-Just slumped in his seat hearing Van Fordley say “the bill passed.”
.Van Fordley sat outside the senate chamber with a smile across her face. Entering the senate chamber Van Fordley listened with pride at her bill being read to the people. “Ms. President!” Senator Camhouille tried to get the president’s attention. Van Fordley as current Vice President was in charge of the senate, she conveniently did not notice Camhouille. “I demand to be heard!” Van Fordley ignored her pleas. “President Van Fordley” Desmoulins took the floor “I rise to speak against the bill, in the name of equality. This bill will redistribute South Carolina’s wealth and give it not to the poor and downtrodden like the bill claims but to you and your cronies.” Van Fordley glared in anger “you lost your rights! Off the floor!” Desmoulins sat down in anger. Camhouille pounded her fist “I demand to be heard!” Peter Saint-Just was furious- Van Fordley was ignoring the people. “Michele Van Fordley!” Saint-Just impulsively stood up, “I know I’m disobeying the senate rules right now but I don’t care because so are you. Give the people a chance to speak!” Van Fordley was furious, her bill was going to pass whether the people had a voice or not. “Let us speak!” Camhouille and Saint-Just chanted. Desmoulins took out a piece of paper and began writing; “Citizens of the United States. I’m writing this in the senate chamber, Van Fordley is preventing the people from speaking- Camhouille and Saint-Just are bravely fighting for our rights. I do not know how much longer this can hold. Van Fordley is going to get her bill through somehow. I can only see this ending in one way- revolution. - James Desmoulins.” James gave the letter to the pageboy “Young man! deliver this for me to the press- tell them to publish it as soon as possible.” Desmoulins dropped a dollar in the boy’s hand “I thank you sir!” the boy gave a huge smile and ran off to the press. Camhouille was furious, Van Fordley was not letting anything through—what was worse? Van Fordley already rigged the technology to make her bill win. Saint-Just slumped in his seat hearing Van Fordley say “the bill passed.”
Saint-Just stood up “Liar!” Van Fordley rolled her eyes and
ignored him.
Ryan Murray one night was walking down the long winding
halls of the senate, he caught a glimpse of Van Fordley speaking to another
senator “this is what we must do; here are the plans of my party. It is us
against the world, we will bring New York and our supporters back to prominence
we used to enjoy. These revolutionaries are holding it for too long.” The
older man Van Fordley was talking to her turned towards her “if you agree to
pay me $100 I shall make you senate minority leader.” Van Fordley smiled and
handed him the bill.
Desmoulin’s Suspicions
Senators Camhouille and J’lay were suspicious as they saw the Counterrevolutionary Party vote Van Fordley in for Senate Minority Leader. Desmoulins picked up a carelessly dropped paper on the floor and read this: “Pay Counterrevolutionaries $100 each. Give all proceeds from this bill to supporters of Van Fordley in the state of New York. Make it look like we will better the economy of New York. Be careful of Camhouille, Desmoulins, Murray, Saint-Just and J’lay. These senators may try to bring us down. Act nice and try to win them to our side, do not tell them our intentions!” Desmoulins did it again- a quite gentleman had found himself again in this sticky situation that is best left to the Camhouilles and Saint-Justs of the land. Senator Murray was approaching Senator Desmoulins- Desmoulins gave Murray a glimpse of the paper. “Look at this” Desmoulins said dryly. Murray eyed the paper “This does not look good, we must warn the rest.” As Murray was walking out he saw his beautiful wife Celeste Murray. “Ryan” she said “I was waiting for you at our farm in Massachusetts; it was getting lonesome so I came down here. I miss you my dear” Ryan kissed Celeste on the check “and I miss you also my dear. This is very urgent business I must attend to.” Ryan pulled out a stack of sticky notes and handed it to Celeste “sit in the gallery, and whenever you want to talk, write on a sticky note and give the note to a page. I will be sure to reply. I love you.” The two kissed shortly before Murray ran off to warn Camhouille and J’lay. Senator J’lay playfully took the paper out of Senator Murray’s hand: “Oh dear, this is real corruption” the smile on J’lay’s face vanished. “I was being serious about this issue J’lay” Murray replied. Senator Camhouille gave a face of disgust: “Van Fordley at it again, trying to hide the voice of the people. Citizens! We will not settle for this/” Camhouille’s sea green eyes were alight with a flame. Senator J’lay looked at Senator Camhouille “is it true you are originally from somewhere in the North? I have no idea, but I’m curious.” Senator Camhouille looked at J’lay: “I may be the champion of states’ rights, but my state of birth is not important. There are too many needless sectional fights these days; I prefer not to identify with the North or the South.” Murray smiled “Why Camhouille! You sounded like me there, now if only you also believed nullification was unconstitutional but no. You are a revolutionary through and through, and nothing will change that.” Senator Camhouille looked down with a smile “true senators, I’m a revolutionary. I’m no fanatic however, but I’m a revolutionary.” Senator J’lay looked at the paper again “I’m going to bring this before the Committee on Ethics. We will see how long Van Fordley’s game lasts.” Senators Murray and Camhouille both agreed with was the best measure.
Senators Camhouille and J’lay were suspicious as they saw the Counterrevolutionary Party vote Van Fordley in for Senate Minority Leader. Desmoulins picked up a carelessly dropped paper on the floor and read this: “Pay Counterrevolutionaries $100 each. Give all proceeds from this bill to supporters of Van Fordley in the state of New York. Make it look like we will better the economy of New York. Be careful of Camhouille, Desmoulins, Murray, Saint-Just and J’lay. These senators may try to bring us down. Act nice and try to win them to our side, do not tell them our intentions!” Desmoulins did it again- a quite gentleman had found himself again in this sticky situation that is best left to the Camhouilles and Saint-Justs of the land. Senator Murray was approaching Senator Desmoulins- Desmoulins gave Murray a glimpse of the paper. “Look at this” Desmoulins said dryly. Murray eyed the paper “This does not look good, we must warn the rest.” As Murray was walking out he saw his beautiful wife Celeste Murray. “Ryan” she said “I was waiting for you at our farm in Massachusetts; it was getting lonesome so I came down here. I miss you my dear” Ryan kissed Celeste on the check “and I miss you also my dear. This is very urgent business I must attend to.” Ryan pulled out a stack of sticky notes and handed it to Celeste “sit in the gallery, and whenever you want to talk, write on a sticky note and give the note to a page. I will be sure to reply. I love you.” The two kissed shortly before Murray ran off to warn Camhouille and J’lay. Senator J’lay playfully took the paper out of Senator Murray’s hand: “Oh dear, this is real corruption” the smile on J’lay’s face vanished. “I was being serious about this issue J’lay” Murray replied. Senator Camhouille gave a face of disgust: “Van Fordley at it again, trying to hide the voice of the people. Citizens! We will not settle for this/” Camhouille’s sea green eyes were alight with a flame. Senator J’lay looked at Senator Camhouille “is it true you are originally from somewhere in the North? I have no idea, but I’m curious.” Senator Camhouille looked at J’lay: “I may be the champion of states’ rights, but my state of birth is not important. There are too many needless sectional fights these days; I prefer not to identify with the North or the South.” Murray smiled “Why Camhouille! You sounded like me there, now if only you also believed nullification was unconstitutional but no. You are a revolutionary through and through, and nothing will change that.” Senator Camhouille looked down with a smile “true senators, I’m a revolutionary. I’m no fanatic however, but I’m a revolutionary.” Senator J’lay looked at the paper again “I’m going to bring this before the Committee on Ethics. We will see how long Van Fordley’s game lasts.” Senators Murray and Camhouille both agreed with was the best measure.
Committee on Ethics
Late that night the Committee on Ethics was called to an emergency meeting: “Senators!” J’lay caught the intention “this piece of paper was discovered by the honorable Senator James Desmoulins. This is proof that Senator Michele Van Fordley is scheming to rob the people of their money and give it to her cronies. I’m a moderate woman, but I will not stand for lies.” Senator Camhouille arose to speak “This is a government of the people senators. Not a government of Van Fordley and her cronies.” Senator Desmoulins shifted in his seat, uncomfortable he was put on the spotlight in such a manner. Senator Michele Van Fordley stood up “such nonsense. You know me my friends; I will never and would never resort to such dirty measures.”
Senator Murray looked at Senator Van Fordley “your game is over Van Fordley, give the people their rights back.” The chairman called the meeting to order “all in favor of expulsion of Senator Michele Van Fordley of New York on charges of corruption vote ‘aye’” the whole room was quite at first but Saint-Just stood up with a strong “aye!” followed by Senators Camhouille, J’lay, Murray and Desmoulins. Senator Michele Van Fordley was found guilty in the eyes of the law. Van Fordley came up to Desmoulins “Oh Senator Desmoulins! You aren’t holding any grudges against me my friend, are you?” Senator Desmoulins thought it would be easy to hold a grudge, but stronger to let it go "I'll forgive you for your crime, if you promise never to do it again! Leave us Van Fordley and seek God/" Van Fordley just smiled. Later that night Michele Van Fordley sat in her old senate office which was now being packed up, Follow God? Is Desmoulins ridiculous? We only have the here and now- only material matters. Desmoulins has to stop relying on silly tales and learn the truth. Senator Van Fordley had a man underneath her- Senate Whip Paul Breakinridge. The Senate Committee on Ethics found Van Fordley to be guilty, the next day in the US Senate Chamber- the entire senate was going to confirm or deny the Ethics Committee’s decision. In his heart, Breakinridge wanted to follow Senator Camhouille, but something stood in the way. Van Fordley controlled most of New York, and he was a senator from New York. If Breakinridge stood against her, his political career would be dead. Senator Paul Breakinridge walked down the empty senate halls thinking out loud I know Van Fordley is guilty; I was in on her schemes. Senator Camhouille has truth on her side- oh Camhouille, so good, so virtuous, so pure. Camhouille, impossible to corrupt they say! How could anybody doubt her? J’lay the charismatic bundle of energy can persuade the whole senate; Saint-Just is merely a fanatic and a man who wants to be Camhouille, Desmoulins- a respected hero of the first revolution. Senator Desmoulins could not sleep and was also walking down the capitol hallways and found Breakinridge. “Hello there senator” Desmoulins tipped his hat; Breakinridge looked around “Senator Desmoulins!” Desmoulins knew something was troubling Breakinridge. “Breakinridge, I’m here to encourage you. Do what is right; even if you lose everything you have history is watching us. We are making history Breakinridge.” Senator Paul Breakinridge looked over at Desmoulins and gave a sad face “I know Senator Desmoulins, sometimes it is harder than we think, a ton of sacrifice.” Senator Desmoulins looked down “I know, I own a farm in Amherst County Virginia. I love it dearly. I have a beautiful new granddaughter named Olivia who lives in New York. Due to the corruption and poverty up there, I hope they shall someday move to my farm. I don’t like the public office, but I must go on for it is my duty.” Paul Breakinridge was touched “Oh Senator Desmoulins, you are so brave. Thank you for everything you have done.” Desmoulins smiled “would you like prayer Senator Breakinridge.” Breakinridge hesitated “not now, but maybe.” he said while leaving. Senator Desmoulins sat down on a couch outside the senate chamber and quietly prayed Dear God, thank you for your faithfulness. Please give us all wisdom but especially young Paul Breakinridge. He has his whole career on the line he might lose, please give him your peace and courage to do what is right. He has so much ahead of him, so much he may lose today. More so than I could imagine, he is young and uncertain. Breakinridge needs your hand in guidance at this time, the whole future of this nation hangs in the balance of his hands- there is no longer room for uncertainty. Christ, I would like to thank you for your sacrifice. If it was not for your blood I would not be where I’m today. Thank you. In your name, Amen. Senator Desmoulins looked at his watch, the senate was about to convene soon- he spent all the night in the rotunda.
Late that night the Committee on Ethics was called to an emergency meeting: “Senators!” J’lay caught the intention “this piece of paper was discovered by the honorable Senator James Desmoulins. This is proof that Senator Michele Van Fordley is scheming to rob the people of their money and give it to her cronies. I’m a moderate woman, but I will not stand for lies.” Senator Camhouille arose to speak “This is a government of the people senators. Not a government of Van Fordley and her cronies.” Senator Desmoulins shifted in his seat, uncomfortable he was put on the spotlight in such a manner. Senator Michele Van Fordley stood up “such nonsense. You know me my friends; I will never and would never resort to such dirty measures.”
Senator Murray looked at Senator Van Fordley “your game is over Van Fordley, give the people their rights back.” The chairman called the meeting to order “all in favor of expulsion of Senator Michele Van Fordley of New York on charges of corruption vote ‘aye’” the whole room was quite at first but Saint-Just stood up with a strong “aye!” followed by Senators Camhouille, J’lay, Murray and Desmoulins. Senator Michele Van Fordley was found guilty in the eyes of the law. Van Fordley came up to Desmoulins “Oh Senator Desmoulins! You aren’t holding any grudges against me my friend, are you?” Senator Desmoulins thought it would be easy to hold a grudge, but stronger to let it go "I'll forgive you for your crime, if you promise never to do it again! Leave us Van Fordley and seek God/" Van Fordley just smiled. Later that night Michele Van Fordley sat in her old senate office which was now being packed up, Follow God? Is Desmoulins ridiculous? We only have the here and now- only material matters. Desmoulins has to stop relying on silly tales and learn the truth. Senator Van Fordley had a man underneath her- Senate Whip Paul Breakinridge. The Senate Committee on Ethics found Van Fordley to be guilty, the next day in the US Senate Chamber- the entire senate was going to confirm or deny the Ethics Committee’s decision. In his heart, Breakinridge wanted to follow Senator Camhouille, but something stood in the way. Van Fordley controlled most of New York, and he was a senator from New York. If Breakinridge stood against her, his political career would be dead. Senator Paul Breakinridge walked down the empty senate halls thinking out loud I know Van Fordley is guilty; I was in on her schemes. Senator Camhouille has truth on her side- oh Camhouille, so good, so virtuous, so pure. Camhouille, impossible to corrupt they say! How could anybody doubt her? J’lay the charismatic bundle of energy can persuade the whole senate; Saint-Just is merely a fanatic and a man who wants to be Camhouille, Desmoulins- a respected hero of the first revolution. Senator Desmoulins could not sleep and was also walking down the capitol hallways and found Breakinridge. “Hello there senator” Desmoulins tipped his hat; Breakinridge looked around “Senator Desmoulins!” Desmoulins knew something was troubling Breakinridge. “Breakinridge, I’m here to encourage you. Do what is right; even if you lose everything you have history is watching us. We are making history Breakinridge.” Senator Paul Breakinridge looked over at Desmoulins and gave a sad face “I know Senator Desmoulins, sometimes it is harder than we think, a ton of sacrifice.” Senator Desmoulins looked down “I know, I own a farm in Amherst County Virginia. I love it dearly. I have a beautiful new granddaughter named Olivia who lives in New York. Due to the corruption and poverty up there, I hope they shall someday move to my farm. I don’t like the public office, but I must go on for it is my duty.” Paul Breakinridge was touched “Oh Senator Desmoulins, you are so brave. Thank you for everything you have done.” Desmoulins smiled “would you like prayer Senator Breakinridge.” Breakinridge hesitated “not now, but maybe.” he said while leaving. Senator Desmoulins sat down on a couch outside the senate chamber and quietly prayed Dear God, thank you for your faithfulness. Please give us all wisdom but especially young Paul Breakinridge. He has his whole career on the line he might lose, please give him your peace and courage to do what is right. He has so much ahead of him, so much he may lose today. More so than I could imagine, he is young and uncertain. Breakinridge needs your hand in guidance at this time, the whole future of this nation hangs in the balance of his hands- there is no longer room for uncertainty. Christ, I would like to thank you for your sacrifice. If it was not for your blood I would not be where I’m today. Thank you. In your name, Amen. Senator Desmoulins looked at his watch, the senate was about to convene soon- he spent all the night in the rotunda.
Morning
Senator Desmoulins walked towards the chamber. Senator Camhouille
was there, wearing a puffy white shirt, a blue waistcoat, red scarf and black
pants. Senator J’lay was in a green
overcoat and long pants like Camhouille’s. Senator Saint-Just was also there,
in his normal red waistcoat and black overcoat. They all were outraged! One
option was left for Van Fordley if she was convicted of her crimes,
expulsion. Senator Van Fordley was nervous; she adjusted her expensive
purple waistcoat and looked frantically around the room. “The senate is now in
order” said Supreme Court Justice Michael Purcell who was in charge of the
senate meeting now that the vice president was in question of corruption. “I
demand to be heard!” Saint-Just requested the floor “Van Fordley approached the
honorable Senator Camhouille one night and threatened her- I saw it. I was there;
I remember hearing Van Fordley’s threats about thermidor. Van Fordley has been
bribing senators, and by the looks of this paper lying about where she is
giving the money I believe expulsion is the only option.” Senator Camhouille
was next on the floor “I hate accusing others; however in a situation like this
it is a must. It is true Senator Van Fordley threatened me. This is a
government of the people and must remain honest and open to the people. To have
a virtuous republic, the representatives must be held in check to the people. Van
Fordley has been using lies and manipulation to stay in power. I’m sorry Van
Fordley, I shall vote for expulsion.” Senator J’lay came up to the podium next
“Michele Van Fordley, as much as I want to maintain a moderate position- she is
guilty of lies and corruption and I support expulsion.” Next came Senator
Murray, Van Fordley sank further in her chair as he spoke “our founders designed
this government to be open to the people. Exactly what Van Fordley is not doing?” Van Fordley had enough when Murray was done
speaking she ran up to the podium: “Senators! I have been accused repeatedly on
this podium. I’m innocent, those papers- I don’t know where they are from. You
know me I’m your friend. I was born in wealth but when the revolution hit I
lost it all, all we have in the here and the now. You can’t blame a girl for
wanting a little money?” Senator Van Fordley was finished. Senator Breakinridge
felt a peace I can’t explain this
feeling, it seems so foreign- what is it? Senator Breakinridge stood up.
Van Fordley breathed a sigh of relief- Senator Breakinridge was going to save
her- she knew it. Senator Breakinridge looked at Van Fordley and started
speaking “Van Fordley and I come from the same state; it is suffering severely
financially and in need of this money.” Van Fordley smiled- get them
Breakinridge! Breakinridge continued “however this bill is not how it appears-
Honorable Senator Desmoulins is right. Michele Van Fordley is using this bill
for her own gains and her own money making. I’m sorry Van Fordley, this may
cost me my career but I vote for expulsion!” the room was silenced, one of
Michele Van Fordley’s own coming out against her. Van Fordley clutched her head
in agony was the vote was made. Saint
Just…aye, Desmoulins… aye, Camhouille… aye, J’lay…aye.
Murray…aye……..Breakinridge… age. “Resolved:
Michele Van Fordley is expelled from the senate for high crimes and
misdemeanors. “ Van Fordley angrily stormed out of the room. Michele Van
Fordley could barely contain her anger as she ran to the press: “They have
betrayed me! The Revolutionaries will be destroyed mark my words! New York will
prevail.”
Last of Van Fordley, but not the Counterrevolutionaries
Van Fordley took the
train from Capitol South station and road into New York City. While on the
train Van Fordley had a plan, she picked up a bottle of poison she had. Perhaps I shall drink this, and blame my
death on the revolutionaries. Van Fordley took the bottle and sipped it.
The train stopped in New York City. Van Fordley was greeted by an angry mob of
peasants “traitor!” they shouted at Van Fordley. “I can explain!” Van Fordley
tried to yell over the crowd. “I was betrayed, I want to serve you still. Don’t
believe the lies that come out of DC, I’m your leader- you know and love me.”
The people were conflicted; Van Fordley did serve them well for a long time.
Michele for this occasion was not dressed in the normal fine clothes she wore
in Washington City, but dressed in rags to appear like a peasant. Michele Van
Fordley felt a funny pain, she collapsed. It was a stroke. Michele was
unconscious and felt her spirit leaving her before the crowd, Michele Van
Fordley died. Michele realized there was an afterlife pretty quickly. A man
walked up to her corpse “maybe she was poisoned by the revolutionaries!” the
people nodded their heads, most of them were from the slums and had no
knowledge of medical issues at all. Michele Van Fordley’s body was arranged by
the peasants, they buried her near the center of the city, on her tombstone was
written: “Michele Van Fordley, poisoned by the revolutionaries.”
Desmoulins knows Better
James Desmoulins picked up the newspaper “I firmly believe
Van Fordley killed herself and is trying to put the blame on us.” Saint-Just
picked up the paper “chickens… poisoning? really? they have to be joking.”
Murray frowned “never underestimate uneducated masses, for they can form mobs
and make noise.” Senator Camhouille frowned “I feel sorry for Van Fordley; she
was a victim of this whole thing. However, I feel like her death may agitate
New York’s distrust of the other states. The people liked her, even though I
don’t understand why. She manipulated them and used them for her own cause.”
J’lay frowned “she never knew the truth; I’d hate to be in her shoes right now
standing before her maker. She had good intentions; her love of wealth though
consumed her.” The senate gave no recognition of Van Fordley, and went on with
business as usual. Senator Camhouille became an increasingly powerful senator. She
wasn't in any official party leadership office, other then what she called
"a plain senator" but in reality, Camhouille along with J’lay and Murray
became one of the most prominent senators to serve. The Great Triumvirate
became better known than the actual floor leaders! Charismatic and cheerful
Danielle J’lay of Kentucky orator and passionate Ryan Murray of Massachusetts,
and intense thinker and stubborn Caroline Camhouille of South Carolina.
South Carolina was outraged at the horrible way New York was
praising Van Fordley. “Citizens!” Peter Saint-Just called out during a town
hall meeting in South Carolina “We in South Carolina know the truth. Michele
Van Fordley was a tyrant. New York refuses to acknowledge her faults.” Senator Camhouille
overheard Saint-Just “Peter, I’m not from New York. I have never been to New
York, but you exaggerate. There are good people in that state and we can’t
criticize them all.” Saint-Just sat down “yes, they do have some good people, but
I can’t stand their prevailing thoughts.”
Stepping on the Revolution
President
Dickinson had spies and was sending troops to South Carolina. South
Carolina was still nullifying the tariffs that congress passed. With all of the
confusion and talk about Van Fordley’s removal from office- they never got a
chance to repeal the tariff. Against the cold snow, and sparkling marble of DC an
intense quite prevailed. “President Dickinson! You are out of your mind!”
protested Danielle J’lay. “President Dickinson, listen to me!” Senator
Andrew Millson of Maine tried to get his attention “I’m your political
supporter, but this has gone too far! Remove your troops from South Carolina at
once!” Dickinson just smirked. The senators heads turned towards…. Caroline
Camhouille, having been elected by a landslide to the United States Senate,
shortly after resigning the Vice Presidency. Senator Camhouille took
the floor, looked President Dickinson right in the eyes. “Mr. President,
you are violating several amendments. I’ll start with the forth, arresting
citizens without warrant. Shall I continue? The first violating free speech.
And….” “Silence!” the president demanded. Senator Peter Saint-Just also of
South Carolina took the floor “Mr. President, what rights have you to silence a
senator?” Andrew Dickinson was silent. “I move for censure!” demanded
Danielle J’lay. “Senators!” Camhouille
took the floor “All in favor of censoring President Andrew Dickinson say
‘aye!’” The whole senate screamed “aye!” in unity. The senate passed a
censure on President Dickinson, he couldn’t be impeached since he controlled
the media and the citizens were ignorant of his deeds. South Carolina wasn't
backing down and neither was Dickinson. After the censor however,
Dickinson was forced to remove troops and peace was restored.
Andrew
while under censer devised a cunning move. He was going to capture Indian land
for the oil and transport Indians to the Nevada dessert. This plan was denounced
and killed in Congress, yet the issue went to the Supreme Court. Cloaked in a
heavy black robe Chief Justice Michael Farris declared the act to be
unconstitutional, Andrew Dickinson approached Farris and their eyes met;
"Go enforce it!" Dickinson demanded. Farris kept quiet, the court was
powerless to stop Dickinson. The troops marched into a reservation in North
Dakota. An Indian chief ran out “wait sir! but the government promised out
fathers these lands! you cannot take them away from us!” the national guardsman
smirked at the chief “do you seriously believe the government would keep that
promise? March on!” the troop rounded up the Indians and amongst the tears and
screams the Indians were physically marched on their way to Nevada.
On the
senate floor Senator Murray rose in indignation “President Dickinson has no
right to do this!”
Senator Camhouille
than spoke “We must take this to the next level, does anybody want to impeach
Dickinson for this gross crime he committed against our native tribes in the
name of money?”
The
measure was taken to a vote- the House of Representatives was able to impeach
Andrew Dickinson, and the United States Senate was able to removed President
Andrew Dickinson from office.
J’lay
During
this period Danielle J’lay began to recall past memories... something stood out
to her. Danielle took the floor one day and wanted to say something to the
citizens “I have been thinking, I served a long life in office. Throughout
these years I have seen much corruption and I have seen much good. I must
apologize for anything I have done that may have been corrupt.” Although
personally she did not do anything illegal, the events and rampant corruption
disgusted her as well as Sens. Murray and Camhouille, so she felt it necessary
just to apologize to those in the gallery for the horrible corruption she and
her friends saw around them. After Van Fordley, the people wanted a new hero,
one who was a "man of the people" like the legendary Andrew Dickinson
had been. Come election season the candidates appeared; Michele Van
Fordley, who in vain hoped for a victory. Danielle J’lay, who had be
campaigning for years for the presidency. Danielle was thought to be the
nominee for her party, but the nomination surprised everybody--- Michael Henry
Wilson. Wilson was from Indiana, and a hero from the war. He fought off the
British bravely and captured the imagination of the people. Huge campaign
posters, parades, and festivals awaited him on the campaign trail. Wilson's
campaign crushed Van Fordley's in a landslide. One thing however Wilson
was self-conscious about--- his age. Wilson was 80, although not the oldest
president he most certainly was up there in age. To prove his opponents wrong
Wilson made a seven hour inauguration address, he contracted pneumonia shortly
afterwards from standing in the cold and died. Wilson was the shortest serving
president, serving one week. Taking office next was a little known Vice
President Mary Jones. Mary Jones was tall for a woman, about 5'6 and slightly
overweight. She had long black hair, and blue eyes, and oval shape face and a
Roman nose. She was not exactly the most social person at all, and hated the
spotlight. Wilson named quite and she Mary Jones as his vice president because
Mary contrasted greatly to Wilson's flamboyant style. Mary did not want the
office of president at all, but felt obliged to take it. Mary's first
week was rough-- Congress did not see her as the "real" president
because it has been exactly 90 years since the last president, Kennedy died in
office. Congress teased her as the "acting president." Matters
got worse, Jone's Secretary of State Abigail Upspur died of an unexpected heart
attack. Mary Jones needed a new Secretary of State. Senator Caroline Camhouille
of South Carolina may have been the perfect choice. Mary awkwardly approached
the senator from behind and tapped her on the arm. Senator Camhouille looked
puzzled, Mary steered at her for a while mumbling until she asked her to be
Secretary of State. Camhouille accepted.
Waiting
President Jones' presidency ended with a very quite presidency, congress did most of the drama and work. States Rights was growing to be an unruly issue. Congress at this point approved each state’s law; some states passed "Declarations of Nullification" declaring they do not have to follow the federal government if it does something unconstitutional. Congress was trying to make sure an even number of states supported and opposed nullification. Camhouille briefly thought of retiring to her beautiful plantation in the Blue Ridge Mountains, Dogwood Hill but that thought vanished from her mind as soon as Camhouille heard of the drama going on in the senate. Re-elected to the Senate, Camhouille did not hesitate to help out with the reforms. Senator Camhouille took the floor; “Mr. President!” Camhouille’s strong voice got the attention of everybody in the room; “In the name of equality, we are doing something grossly unequal in this union. Many people are not having a chance to live due to the other’s choices. I propose we pass this bill to give them equal rights.” J’lay hesitated for a second; “Senator Camhouille, I’m just as pro-life as you are- but are you sure this is a wise way to go about it? I’d say gradual abolition is best.” Saint-Just held in a scoff; “Gradual abolition? 50,000,000 children murdered throughout the years. Gradual abolition seems like a joke, how could we postpone justice?” The Pro-Life amendment was trying to get passed federally, to abolish abortion in all states, most of the union- 40 states to be exact have abolished abortion already. The budget was balanced and more states and individuals were free to choose. All the national parks were sold and given to the states to pay off the debt. The social programs were not gone, but they were given to the states. The states’ rights movement was not approved by all, a large group in America resented it. Freedom was the slogan of Senator Camhouille --- she hated excessive rules and regulations, and would give anything for freedom. She worked herself to the limits, emerged in politics. For freedom was her reason, she was going to never give up. Senator Camhouille took the senate floor and began speaking; “Citizens!” her voice still boomed loudly across the senate chamber capturing every ear in sight; “Now is a time in history of great choices. Our rights and liberties are at stake, the federal government is trying to chip away on rights such as freedom of speech, the press is being moderated as more and more radical opinions appear. This is wrong, I may not agree with these radicals but they have just as much of a right to speech as I do standing before you today citizens. When I was young I always knew the importance of our American values, I believe God gave us natural rights that no government should take away. If a government tries to take away these rights, the people must remove these officials from office this fight for political freedom is long and hard, but the reward at the end will be worth it. So many have given up and lost hope, but hope is still there. I do not fear for myself, I’m content and at ease. I love America and do not want any harm to befall her, I cannot stop now. When I die you must take up my fight I beg of you. This is my one request- for the citizens always to be vigilant and always keep a guard on our freedoms, lest they be taken away. Children shall be trained in learning about freedoms and liberties. America shall be a happy union. May others take this place I have filled someday for the name of freedom.” “Jones did not seek re-election; she retired to her home in Maine. During the next election cycle Danielle J’lay ran for president, against Michael Polk of California. Polk was a huge proponent of expansion, and encouraged immigrants to come to the United States and populate the West. This may have been Danielle's chance to finally win the presidency! Polk also was strongly opposed to Danielle's amendments having all states approve national laws. Polk won, beating Danielle by a few votes. "I'd rather be right then get elected to the presidency!" Danielle said. She would now rather lose the presidential election, if it meant sacrificing her views to win. Danielle J’lay approached the Senate and announced her retirement, until "duty calls." As she was leaving Senator Caroline Camhouille stood up and extended her hand, Danielle just embraced Caroline. Camhouille retired also--- but that only lasted a month, she discovered she was re-nominated by the South Carolina Legislator to return to the Senate. Senator Camhouille agreed with Polk on expanding states rights, Senator Murray did not. Murray eloquently spoke against them on the senate floor. A few years later, Danielle J’lay was denominated to the Senate. The Great Triumvirate reigned once more!
President Jones' presidency ended with a very quite presidency, congress did most of the drama and work. States Rights was growing to be an unruly issue. Congress at this point approved each state’s law; some states passed "Declarations of Nullification" declaring they do not have to follow the federal government if it does something unconstitutional. Congress was trying to make sure an even number of states supported and opposed nullification. Camhouille briefly thought of retiring to her beautiful plantation in the Blue Ridge Mountains, Dogwood Hill but that thought vanished from her mind as soon as Camhouille heard of the drama going on in the senate. Re-elected to the Senate, Camhouille did not hesitate to help out with the reforms. Senator Camhouille took the floor; “Mr. President!” Camhouille’s strong voice got the attention of everybody in the room; “In the name of equality, we are doing something grossly unequal in this union. Many people are not having a chance to live due to the other’s choices. I propose we pass this bill to give them equal rights.” J’lay hesitated for a second; “Senator Camhouille, I’m just as pro-life as you are- but are you sure this is a wise way to go about it? I’d say gradual abolition is best.” Saint-Just held in a scoff; “Gradual abolition? 50,000,000 children murdered throughout the years. Gradual abolition seems like a joke, how could we postpone justice?” The Pro-Life amendment was trying to get passed federally, to abolish abortion in all states, most of the union- 40 states to be exact have abolished abortion already. The budget was balanced and more states and individuals were free to choose. All the national parks were sold and given to the states to pay off the debt. The social programs were not gone, but they were given to the states. The states’ rights movement was not approved by all, a large group in America resented it. Freedom was the slogan of Senator Camhouille --- she hated excessive rules and regulations, and would give anything for freedom. She worked herself to the limits, emerged in politics. For freedom was her reason, she was going to never give up. Senator Camhouille took the senate floor and began speaking; “Citizens!” her voice still boomed loudly across the senate chamber capturing every ear in sight; “Now is a time in history of great choices. Our rights and liberties are at stake, the federal government is trying to chip away on rights such as freedom of speech, the press is being moderated as more and more radical opinions appear. This is wrong, I may not agree with these radicals but they have just as much of a right to speech as I do standing before you today citizens. When I was young I always knew the importance of our American values, I believe God gave us natural rights that no government should take away. If a government tries to take away these rights, the people must remove these officials from office this fight for political freedom is long and hard, but the reward at the end will be worth it. So many have given up and lost hope, but hope is still there. I do not fear for myself, I’m content and at ease. I love America and do not want any harm to befall her, I cannot stop now. When I die you must take up my fight I beg of you. This is my one request- for the citizens always to be vigilant and always keep a guard on our freedoms, lest they be taken away. Children shall be trained in learning about freedoms and liberties. America shall be a happy union. May others take this place I have filled someday for the name of freedom.” “Jones did not seek re-election; she retired to her home in Maine. During the next election cycle Danielle J’lay ran for president, against Michael Polk of California. Polk was a huge proponent of expansion, and encouraged immigrants to come to the United States and populate the West. This may have been Danielle's chance to finally win the presidency! Polk also was strongly opposed to Danielle's amendments having all states approve national laws. Polk won, beating Danielle by a few votes. "I'd rather be right then get elected to the presidency!" Danielle said. She would now rather lose the presidential election, if it meant sacrificing her views to win. Danielle J’lay approached the Senate and announced her retirement, until "duty calls." As she was leaving Senator Caroline Camhouille stood up and extended her hand, Danielle just embraced Caroline. Camhouille retired also--- but that only lasted a month, she discovered she was re-nominated by the South Carolina Legislator to return to the Senate. Senator Camhouille agreed with Polk on expanding states rights, Senator Murray did not. Murray eloquently spoke against them on the senate floor. A few years later, Danielle J’lay was denominated to the Senate. The Great Triumvirate reigned once more!
Radicalism
The election brought in newer, younger members of the senate. Senators Tabitha Rhett, Rachel Midland, Cara Millson, Pazo, Andrew Millson, Peter Saint-Just and Allee Sumner were elected. One man, Nicholas Garrison published a paper called “The Massachusetts Times” this paper was filled with vehement anti- states’ rights language. Ryan Murray, although opposed to nullification openly denounced Garrison.
The election brought in newer, younger members of the senate. Senators Tabitha Rhett, Rachel Midland, Cara Millson, Pazo, Andrew Millson, Peter Saint-Just and Allee Sumner were elected. One man, Nicholas Garrison published a paper called “The Massachusetts Times” this paper was filled with vehement anti- states’ rights language. Ryan Murray, although opposed to nullification openly denounced Garrison.
Jacobins Everywhere!
In San Francisco, California a rundown
office existed. It was on the 55th floor of a skyscraper. Papers
were skewed across the floor, left over empty cups once full of coffee were
dumped at the floor. At the desk was one Nicholas Garrison. Garrison was bald,
with two large brown eyes. He sat on his ripped leather chair and began
writing; “The Evils of States Rights” No, Garrison could do better- he had to
do something more attacking, more personal. “Comparisons between Senator Caroline
Camhouille and the leaders of the French Revolution: Why States Rights Supports
Are Our Jacobins.” There he had it! His titles had to be shocking, and evoke
fear. After all, fear was a weapon- a very powerful weapon.
Garrison
didn’t give up though; his repulsive language greatly offended the states
favoring states rights. Over time, the states in the South, Mid-Atlantic, and Mid-West
favored nullification and states’ rights. While states in New England and the
West Coast favored a centralized government. This issue has been debated
since the days of old, but due to the intense emotions on both side, and the
fading off influence of the compromisers… war was nearly inevitable. In the history of the United States of
America, states’ rights have always been an issue. Since the American
Revolution it was instrumental in the American culture. Americans more so than
other nations, are very resentful of a centralized government. Before the
American Revolution, Great Britain practiced “salutary neglect” and ignored the
colonies. This practice gave the colonies a better perspective of states rights
and a more independent spirit. During the 1770s when England grew increasingly
centralized, Americans hated this and started a revolution. The American
Revolution of 1776 was a revolt against centralization of authority. Throughout
American history the main question has been “is this infringing on states’
rights?”
Caroline Camhouille earned a reputation as an "intense thinker", a true lover of intellectual discourse as were the other two members of the triumvirate. She was a strong champion of states’ rights and nullification, although Camhouille would secede if provoked. Senator Camhouille published a "Discourse" laying out her theories of government; this energized the states’ rights side, as Senator Murray gave eloquent speeches about keeping the union together.
As the new, younger voices came through changes happened. The union was divided, a compromise needed to be hammered out. The issue that tore the union apart was, nullification--still.
The Great Triumvirate served their remaining days in the Senate. Although they each wanted to retire, they decided it was their duty to stay.
Polk pushed through and enforced these new changes, leaving entitlement to the states, leaving national parks to the states. He greatly eliminated much of the work done in the 20th century; America was back to its routes. Polk accomplished so much work, after he left office he died of a heart attack.
The next presidential election nominated Matthew Taylor as the candidate for one party, opposing Philip Case of the other party. Taylor and Case ran against each other, both were heroes in the war. Taylor won the election. With Taylor's victory convened the new legislative session, the old senators fading into the past and a new younger generation taking their place. Camhouille, J’lay and Murray have served for slightly over a half-century.
At this point, despite all the progress-- states still needed laws approved by the 14th amendment. Many states decided to nullify the 14th amendment, however there needed to be an even number of states nullifying the 14th amendment. Congress needed to make sure the balance was not off. Maine wanted to nullify it, therefore another state needed to approve it. No other state wanted to approve the 14th amendment, this resulted in troubles.
Last of the Compromises
Caroline Camhouille earned a reputation as an "intense thinker", a true lover of intellectual discourse as were the other two members of the triumvirate. She was a strong champion of states’ rights and nullification, although Camhouille would secede if provoked. Senator Camhouille published a "Discourse" laying out her theories of government; this energized the states’ rights side, as Senator Murray gave eloquent speeches about keeping the union together.
As the new, younger voices came through changes happened. The union was divided, a compromise needed to be hammered out. The issue that tore the union apart was, nullification--still.
The Great Triumvirate served their remaining days in the Senate. Although they each wanted to retire, they decided it was their duty to stay.
Polk pushed through and enforced these new changes, leaving entitlement to the states, leaving national parks to the states. He greatly eliminated much of the work done in the 20th century; America was back to its routes. Polk accomplished so much work, after he left office he died of a heart attack.
The next presidential election nominated Matthew Taylor as the candidate for one party, opposing Philip Case of the other party. Taylor and Case ran against each other, both were heroes in the war. Taylor won the election. With Taylor's victory convened the new legislative session, the old senators fading into the past and a new younger generation taking their place. Camhouille, J’lay and Murray have served for slightly over a half-century.
At this point, despite all the progress-- states still needed laws approved by the 14th amendment. Many states decided to nullify the 14th amendment, however there needed to be an even number of states nullifying the 14th amendment. Congress needed to make sure the balance was not off. Maine wanted to nullify it, therefore another state needed to approve it. No other state wanted to approve the 14th amendment, this resulted in troubles.
Last of the Compromises
Danielle
J’lay was ill. Her chest hurt constantly, and she was in more pain then she
could ever imagine. Her brown eyes widened No!
she thought, not this! Danielle
grabbed the iron rail of the bed and tried to climb out- she took the black
phone from the hook and dialed a doctor. A few minutes later, Dr. Mareqa
arrived. “Doctor, I have been experiencing something troubling lately” Danielle
said; “I have been sweating every night, experiencing great stress and fatigue,
also I have been” she paused and hesitated for the last description “chest
pains.” The doctor shook his head, and took out his kit to exam Senator J’lay.
J’lay layed down as the stethoscope examined her- the doctor shook her head; “Senator J’lay, I
regret to inform you that you have an advanced case of angina pectoris. You may
only have months to live.” J’lay fidgeted in her chair, in a state of
disbelief.
Danielle J’lay had a feeling this issue will tear apart the Union so she proposed a compromise; "Maine will allow nullification, no states below the Mason-Dixon line can forbid nullification however. No state above the mason-Dixon line other then Maine can allow it."
Ryan Murray leaned on his cane and arose; "This may cost me the election, Massachusetts and Maine and very interlinked and one of them allowing something the other will not will not go over will. However, I feel it is the right thing to do in order to save the union." Ryan made his stance.
J’lay needed Camhouille’s stance, but Camhouille was absent. J’lay knew just where to look, she walked down to Capitol Hill's Boarding House and creaked open the door to Room 102. Senator Camhouille was bent over her desk writing away. "Caroline?" the senator looked up "Danielle? how nice to see you."
"I'm here because I have a compromise."
"I have heard."
"It's your approval I want."
Senator Camhouille looked towards the floor, "I'm afraid, I cannot give it will divide the union in two."
"The union is already divided; I'm trying to keep it together."
"I'm sorry, I can't."
J’lay knew this compromise would be lost without the South. She needed it past though.
The next day, Senator Camhouille decided she would vote in favor of the compromise, if it preserved the union even for a few more years."
She was too weak to leave the room, suffering from Consumption however she forced herself out and arrived through the backdoor of the Senate chamber. Two younger senators helped Camhouille into her seat.
Danielle was speaking; "I may not have much longer to compromise. It's up to you; I’ve been diagnosed with a heart disease. This is my last effort to bring peace to the union. My honorable colleague Senator Camhouille objected to the...."
Grabbing the chair by the arms Senator Camhouille; "The Senator from South Carolina approves."
Turning around Danielle's eyes filled with tears, as did the entire gallery. The compromise was approved.
Danielle returned to her senate office coughing veraciously. Danielle heaving Both of Peter’s parents were killed by the debris. Heaved for air, nothing was coming. She suddenly fell on the floor grasping for air. Clutching her heart, Danielle felt palpitations. Danielle closed her brown eyes I’m ready after a long time in the senate; this may have been her time to go home. Danielle weakly uttered a phrase “for the union!” and expired. Reporter Christine Brown ran into the office frantically and saw the body. Christine bent towards the body and saw the great Senator J’lay was no more, Christine started crying. J’lay’s funeral was held the following day, her body lay in the senate chamber in her finest green dress. The whole union was mourning the loss of their compromiser. Danielle J’lay was buried in Kentucky, under a tombstone that read “the union forever and always.”
Afterwards
Camhouille arose in the dimly lit senate chamber, a solemn feeling had pervaded the atmosphere. Moderation was no longer an option, there was no backing down for the states rights fraction, for liberty shall not be held silent neither shall liberty be held in bondage. For freedom is the force which guides humans and guides the way they think and interact. Camhouille herself was liberty in person, she was the voice of the future that nothing was going to silence it no matter what may fall. Radical change was happening right before our character's eyes, the future was coming. The Counterrevolutionary fraction was not going to listen to the Revolutionary fraction, neither side was going to compromise without J'lay- neither side was going to yield. The Counterrevolutionaries were in power, and not going to let the revolutionaries have a say in anything. "Senators!" Camhouille sounded "It pains me to say this, but after repeatedly being denied the floor by the counterrevolutionaries we have no place for this. No room for tyranny to silence the voice of liberty, the people are in the streets, this will only end one way- the revolution is at our doorsteps and there is no stopping it now. This nation has two clear paths- to move into the way of liberty, or into the way of tyranny. It is your time to choose now citizens." Camhouille sat down, and all was silent.
Camhouille
arrived back at her senate office and glanced at a paper on her desk, the paper
read “Senator Camhouille, while you, J’lay and Murray were away- the senate
passed a bill making speech against the government treason- Secretary
Davenport”
Camhouille’s brows furrowed as she read the note, surely enough this bill was passed against the knowledge of several senators. Such an act was sly on part of the counterrevolutionaries to strengthen central control.
Camhouille’s brows furrowed as she read the note, surely enough this bill was passed against the knowledge of several senators. Such an act was sly on part of the counterrevolutionaries to strengthen central control.
Camhouille
sat down and sent an alert to her citizens to be read on their cell phones- the
alert read “Citizens of South Carolina, a bill was passed against yours and my
own knowledge making all speech against the government treasonous. Sincerely,
Senator Camhouille.”
The
following day in the senate Murray stood up “it has come to my attention that
there is some discontent in South Carolina, is this true?”
Camhouille took the floor “Yes, it is.
Murray entered the conversation “may I be in the wrong if I ask why South Carolina is so discontent with the current state of affairs?”
Camhouille looked Murray in the eye “Honorable Senator Murray, it has come to my attention a bill passed the senate when we were not here, it is a bill infringing on the freedom of speech saying
Camhouille took the floor “Yes, it is.
Murray entered the conversation “may I be in the wrong if I ask why South Carolina is so discontent with the current state of affairs?”
Camhouille looked Murray in the eye “Honorable Senator Murray, it has come to my attention a bill passed the senate when we were not here, it is a bill infringing on the freedom of speech saying
Senator Camhouille was still working in the senate. “Senator!” Dr. Wheels ran up to her “your health is not as resolute as in youth, you have consumption. Surely, you cannot go on like this! You must retire and let somebody else take your place?” Senator Camhouille looked at the doctor and gave him a face; “retire? How could I think of such nonsense when our rights are being threatened still, I must remain- my own life is not what matters at all. I’m the leader of the nullifiers, the people depend on me. I’m the citizen’s voice and cannot think of letting them down. It is my duty to remain in office no matter what. I love Dogwood Hill Plantation; I spent years trying to make that place beautiful. I cannot however return to my plantation and consider an idol life. Liberty is what I stand for, equality- for the unborn have more of a voice than they used to but that is still not enough. America is who I’m engaged to, I made that choice long ago and there is no returning no going back. How could I be silent at a time like this? I cannot. For we have too much at stake during this time. Freedom is at stake, the union is being torn in two. We must keep fighting, surrender is nothing. For the future will be bright once all humans shape our political environment to ensure that our essential rights and liberties shall live on long past our own lives.” Senator Camhouille still looked quite young, easily could be mistaken on appearances as being 10 or 20 years younger than she already was. For liberty itself always seems like a new idea, although it is ages older than one may guess. Time seems not to have touched her, for when she entered the senate she looked about was young, and age could not hold her hostage for she was still young. Her sea green eyes still revealed the depths of nullification and she was seen by many as the fight and struggle for liberty personified. Senator Camhouille however contracted consumption, all was not well. The doctor left, Senator Camhouille was going to remain in the political fight no matter what was thrown at her. She was advised to rest that day- but Senator Camhouille knew no such thing. Packing her senate papers Camhouille was off to the senate chamber. The senate chamber was full that day; crowds of citizens were packing the gallery in numbers that have not been seen since the 1800s. Camhouille the senator from South Carolina took the floor; “Camhouille cletched her fist- her stubbornness was getting in the way again, her consumption was worsening- she had to continue though, America was greater than her life. Camhouille’s idealism sometimes blinded her to the critical state of the union, but she was not so far idealistic she did not see that these United States were in the middle of crumbling. She was a strong and powerful leader, citizens naturally looked to her- and she was going to use what she had in her to save the union. “Citizens!” Camhouille started the speech again, this time looking at every member of the senate and gallery. The old and young were there, women and men, every race was represented. “these United States may be very diverse but we have something in common- we all love liberty and believe the people can govern themselves best locally. This has been part of our culture since the first American Revolution in 1775. The union is at stake of being dissolved. I plead for liberty and equality more now than at any other point! Equality my friends means every citizen has a voice and every citizen has a right to live. I’m talking about the unborn here, we cannot claim to be for equality and forget about them. Liberty means that we all can govern ourselves and we have rights such as freedom of speech, freedom of assembly, freedom of the press, freedom of religion, freedom of political belief. Citizens! Now is the time for reform. Citizens! the future is going to be bright, but we must get past these dismal clouds.” Camhouille stopped and had trouble breathing. Her tuberculosis was not bothering her; she had to go on with the message of liberty.
The Spark of Revolution
It was near, riots were in the streets trying to intensify into that one great revolution. Revolution was the word on every citizen's mind. South Carolina had enough of the federal government's abuse of power and was getting called to arms. Caroline Camhouille their fearless senator stood on a table "Citizens! The future is upon us! The government still is not listening to us, and it is time for us to come to arms. I have been considering this for some time but believed it was not right. After careful analysis of the situation, I believe now is the time for revolution. We have tried reconciliation and compromise, but the federal government is expanding power. Sometimes progress needs revolution to survive, after years of negotiating without avail now is the time- to the revolution!" The crowd cheered. When Camhouille was about to make a decision, she had to think it through- this rebellion was very carefully planned. The revolution was on the horizon just as red as the sunset that was in the distance as Camhouille spoke. The people looked up at Camhouille they would follow her into the fire that lay before them.
Camhouille’s Crusade, Revolutionaries Awake
It
was night in Washington. The darkness of the atmosphere engulfed the nation. A
revolution was coming, was Camhouille to lead the revolution? She would. Camhouille
was a very rational person, thoughts governed her movements. However, she most
certainly was a revolutionary and could lead a revolution.
Nullifiers
were angrily lining the streets where the unionists were throwing stones. Camhouille,
holding the flag of nullification came to the fight. Citizens came out of the
woodworks to march behind Camhouille. Camhouille had no military experience
whatsoever... Camhouille was a senator, but also powerful leader- citizens were
drawn by her charisma and leadership. In
the midst of this chaos a man saw Camhouille, he held up his gun and she ran.
Before Senator Camhouille knew it she was pinned against the wall by several
angry counterrevolutionaries
“Will
you give up the revolution?”
Camhouille looked them in the eyes, her sea green eyes focused on each of them with an intense glare strong enough to drill a hole into their hearts.
Camhouille looked them in the eyes, her sea green eyes focused on each of them with an intense glare strong enough to drill a hole into their hearts.
“Even
when I’m gone, others shall continue to fight. May others take my fight up when
I’m no longer able? I shall speak with every breath I have in me for liberty
and freedom. I cannot stop now; it would be a crime against my calling. I may
be the leader of this fraction, but my death should not hinder the fight. If I
die others must take my place.”
Camhouille
finished and looked at the counterrevolutionaries who did not want the ideas of
nullification and liberty to prevail. The counterrevolutionaries looked at her
one more time and one of them pointed his rifle in her direction. Camhouille
was unlatched looking at them calmly. One of them took aim and fired. Camhouille
felt a pain in her chest; she clutched one hand to it. Her vision grew blurry
but she kept looking ahead at the counterrevolutionaries. Her spirit was
leaving her at this moment, she felt a peace. The crowd was confused among the
chaos, but as the tension calmed the senator’s body was found. Her face was
serene and full of peace; people did not hear much of what happened through the
confusion except her last words rang loud and clear. Camhouille’s spirit was
now in heaven. The senator took the
place of the revolutionaries that were going to be killed; the leader alone was
enough to satisfy. The counterrevolutionaries left the corpse, the people
hesitated and were unsure of what just happened- all they heard was Camhouille’s
words than a huge bang.
Peter Saint-Just of South Carolina and Tabitha
Harrison of Virginia ran to her side “Senator!” Saint-Just was on the verge of
crying for the one figure he admired in the senate. Saint-Just hugged the
corpse close to him “Please, Camhouille! Live! You must get them! you must get
those traitors to our revolution!” Tabitha put a hand on Saint-Just and they
both started crying. One by one of the senator’s dearest friends came to the
body and cried upon the site of it. The citizens also, many who only knew her
name were in shock over her demise.
.
One of the most influential leaders of the nullifiers was gone and in heaven.
The revolution’s leader was dead. The whole chamber stood shocked. The people
stared in shock at her body leaning against the wall, sea green eyes still open
defiantly staring down the enemy in the name of the people. Tears were given,
and even those who disagreed with her politics were forever thankful for the
sacrifice the senator gave for the people. Her body was carried by Saint-Just
in a feeble attempt to relieve her. “Please!
Don’t be dead!!” Saint-Just frantically screamed as he saw the leader’s body to
no avail.
The
following week was the funeral of the honorable senator. Camhouille’s body was
clothed in the same overcoat she stood up to President Dickinson in as she
stood on the café table calling South Carolina to stand up, nullification sash
around her waist and her nullification cockade. Even in death Camhouille’s youthful features
were beautiful and at peace. Camhouille did not look dead, she only looked
asleep. Most certainly Camhouille’s revolution was not dead; her spirit was
never going to die. Senator Camhouille’s coffin lay in state for millions to
see. A long line of citizens filed past the coffin. Many citizens stayed at the
coffin to mourn, but were hurried on by all the other masses. It seemed
impossible for the citizens to all see Camhouille’s body before the burial. Nullifiers
felt shocked at the loss of their leader who gave her very life for them.
Unionist was in awe and admiration of a senator who could give every last bit
she had for her impression on liberty. The senator’s final speech weighed heavy
on everybody’s heart. Desmoulins approached the coffin; Camhouille was only a
few years younger than him. Desmoulins put his hand on the coffin and looked at
the great Camhouille and his eyes teared up I
know she is in heaven. But what did she die for? She looks so fragile in this coffin;
I’m not used to seeing Camhouille in such a vulnerable state. Poor Camhouille!
She died heroically, but must have been in so much pain. With Camhouille gone
who knows what will happen to the states’ rights fraction with the radicals
taking charge. I will see you again Camhouille, may you enjoy your eternal
peace.
.
“I can’t believe she is gone…” Senator Murray said after delivering an eulogy. Murray
was aging, his brown hair had turned totally white, and his blue eyes still had
a spark of youth. Murray looked up at the tombstone; “I may not have agreed
with you on everything senator, but I shall keep fighting.” Murray and Camhouille may have been opponents,
but in a way they agreed on so much All
we disagreed on was nullification, but you had the basics right Camhouille- you
really did. Oh I’ll miss you; the senate chamber will never be the same. Peter
Saint-Just without his mentor looked confused, how was the senate to go on
without Senator Camhouille , tears filled his brown eyes- how could somebody sacrifice
so much, down to their very life for “liberty?” such an abstract idea. Saint-Just
refused to look at the body, she was not dead! Camhouille was not in that box
lifeless! Camhouille’s spirit was going to cause the people to rise again.
It
was a bright sunny day; however the weather did not match the mood of
revolutionary South Carolina. The revolution’s leader was now dead.. The
citizens came out in droves to follow the departed senator. Millions lined up
by the grave site, Saint-Just struggled to get a look. There he saw the coffin,
laying right by the hole- his leader lay in it. How could somebody give her whole life for a concept? Saint-Just
thought No mere human could, or could
they? The coffin was placed under
the earth and slowly buried amongst the crying citizens. The tombstone covering
Camhouille’s resting place was large and marble, it could be seen across the
graveyard. Saint-Just frowned somebody
who gave her life for the people probably would not approve of such a huge
stone On the tombstone was engraved her accomplishments and the simple
phrase “even when I’m gone- these ideas shall live. Liberty and equality!” Everything was clothed in black; the
mourners welcomed Senator Camhouille to her final resting place. The cemetery
was old. Saint-Just, Murray, and many of Senator Camhouille’s dear and close
friends stood by the grave. This was by no means a private burial; millions of
citizens were watching whether it was in person or on the television stations. The citizens filled out of the cemetery. Most
of the mourners had a South Carolina cockade on their left side. The streets of
Charleston were flocked in deep mourning, just as the streets of Louisville
Kentucky were a few months earlier. A new era was dawning shortly, this era was
going to arrive whether the citizens wanted it or not. The future was coming.
Murray’s Reflections
November
of that same year Ryan Murray was working at his campaign headquarters. “Murray!”
David White the campaign manager came in “many citizens are starting to adapt
more towards radical abolition of abortion politics. Your policy of gradually waning
out the institution is considered to be too moderate by many. Do you have any
thoughts on this? You must radicalize your position in order to win.” Murray
looked over at his manager and gave a frown. “I have been in office for 50
years. I have never had to compromise my position and the people trusted me
just fine. I’m no leader and not one to step too much into the radical side
bravely. I’d prefer a quite home life to be honest, but when freedom and the
people call I should answer. If it is the people will that I shall not retake
my senate seat I’m fine with returning to Marshfield to be honest. I cannot lie
about my stance for voters to like me.” Murray finished and White left the room
annoyed that Murray did not accept his advice. Murray sat in the victory party,
American flags were waving and crowds of citizens gathered curious at the
results of this interesting race. The count was made- Ryan Murray lost his reelection
to Allee Sumner. “The people have spoken; it is their will that I shall
not retake my seat. This is fine with me, I’m perfectly content. I never was a
leader, I always wanted to help. If my time is over, I’m content with that.
Thank you for your support it means so much to me that you have stood with me
through all this time. Through the good times and the bad times you have stood
by me and listened to my call. Thank you for helping me in this race. My plans
for the future involve retiring to my farm named Marshfield in western
Massachusetts and hopefully living a quiet unassuming life of a country farmer.
Thank you so much for your support, thank you for giving me 50 years to serve
as the United States Senator from Massachusetts. God bless you, and God bless
America!” Ryan ended his speech and removed his spectacles. The crowd
applauded, it was Ryan’s time to retire and live a quiet life that he dreamt
of. Ryan’s car pulled up at an old brown house. The house was two levels tall,
a typical New England farmhouse. The shutters of the farmhouse were brown, and
the yard was large and expansive. A creek ran by the farmhouse with a little
footbridge over the creek. Ryan walked out of his old blue car that he owned
during his senate years. Ryan opened the door of his farmhouse and was greeted
by the scent of a wood fire. Ryan Murray sat by the fire and closed his eyes-
memories flooded him. The British were
attacking American ships! Two beautiful young ladies in the senate speaking out
against this injustice and atrocity. One of the Senators with long brown hair
and laughing brown eyes, another with long blond hair, sea green eyes, youthful
looks and a strong voice. Fire! New York City was torched by the British, the
citizens ran. Eventually the British surrendered and the Americans won this
war. Next was a tall red headed figure where a mob of his supporters followed
him everywhere. A White House inauguration party which seemed more like a mob
of hungry peasants overran the White House. Dawning of the May 6th so
called “revolution.” Looking at a map of the United States and believing in the
vague ideals of “unity” and “patriotism.” Surely some men who believed in the
union were going to win the day. At this same night in different places
throughout the union so much happened. Late night meetings and compromises in
the Committee of Public Safety, in an abandoned building in New York a
desperate politician trying to save her seat, on a table of the Rutledge Street
Café perhaps a powerful young leader stood and pled for equality and liberty, a
president also this night faced the choice of enforcing the letter of the law.
This revolution ended in peace as the young idealistic leader was a rational
revolutionary if there ever was one. The New York politician becoming involved
in a scandal, suspicion and paranoia became prominent that day. So many people
flooded his memory, his 85 years have been very good years. His companions and
colleagues were among the finest that these United States had ever seen. Oh
what glorious days they were! These days may they ever be preserved and
remembered by the future and all generations of American citizens. How Murray hoped young schoolchildren would
one day read about these stories and become as excited as the citizens during
these intense days of passions and tension. Ryan looked out the window; it
was a very rainy day the ominous clouds lingered on the horizon. Murray decided
to take his horse for a ride; he needed some exercise that he was used to
getting along the streets of Washington DC alone. Ryan walked out the window
and nodded to his wife Celeste. Celeste was an overweight woman and not very
attractive, yet Ryan loved her. Celeste sat down on the brown couch to attend
to some knitting. Ryan mounted his black horse and rode through the yard; all
of a sudden something happened. The horse slipped on a rock, Ryan lost grip of
the reigns. Ryan fell to the ground and hit his head on the rocks below.
Celeste ran out to her husband and picked him up on to her shoulders. Ryan was
still breathing as Celeste carried him inside the house. Ryan looked at Celeste
and smiled, the two shared a glance. “Celeste, I’m sorry. I have spent so long in public life; I
wish I could have spent every day with you.” Ryan said. “But my love, I would
have been disappointed if you deserted politics just to be with me. My love,
you did what you believed was right and I shall always love you for that.
Nothing that happens can take that away from me.” Celeste defended herself.
“Celeste, the light is coming. I feel confident; I’m reaching the eternal
kingdom. My dear, do not fear for me- for I shall be living in peace and
harmony. My life has been very blessed, I have had the best wife I could ask
for and did what I can for the union. My fate is in the hands of providence. I
feel the times are changing, a storm is coming- but something tells me our ship
of these United States shall live through this storm and we shall prevail.
However I hope not at the cost of thousands of young men. Celeste, I love you-
I always will love you. I cannot bear to be apart from you, but I trust you to
shall join me in heaven someday where we shall be without pain and suffering.
An era of happiness and prosperity shall pursue forever.” Ryan died looking at Celeste;
she cried and held his body tight. The following day a small funeral was
arranged. Fitting for Ryan who although a great orator, was not too fond of the
public light but preferred his Massachusetts farm. The coffin was placed into
the ground and one of the most remarkable
American citizens was dead. the whole union was mourned him as well.
Now
the last member of the great triumvirate was dead, and America was going into
an uncertain future. The dark clouds that Ryan Murray predicted were rolling in
on the horizon. The powerful triumvirate of Camhouille, J’lay and Murray
influenced the shape of American politics in this part of the century greatly.
The Call
Now
a new class of leaders were rising up to the call, and heading their passions. Peter
Saint-Just, the tall handsome leader with long brown hair and brown eyes, fair
skin, a red nullification sash around his waist, a tall hat with tri-colored
feathers in it. Peter Saint-Just was
passionate, brave and daring... Saint-Just believed that everybody shared his
ideas and that those who did not were in a state of denial. Of course,
nullification was logically proven in Saint-Just’s mind- therefore how anybody
could disagree with him. Saint-Just was always a defender of the downtrodden
and oppressed of the land. He was their friend and ally. Saint-Just was also in
a way a more radical and more emotionally oriented version of Senator Camhouille.
Camhouille shouted “nullification!” while Saint-Just believed now was the time
for secession, for South Carolina to finally engage in revolution. Saint-Just
was a good man also, he was never bribed and nobody ever would think of bribing
him. Even those who disagreed with Saint-Just and found him to be an annoying
fanatic could not deny his purity. Saint-Just was critical of this though, for he
was a sinner just as everybody else. He saw no reason to take bribes because he
wanted the citizens to trust him, and God to be proud of him. Allee Millsap was
another figure from this era. She was strongly pro-life, as was Saint-Just and
most figures of this era. Allee wanted abortion abolished immediately with no
compromise. For life is too important of a political and moral issue to be
compromised on. Allee Millsap spoke for the most passionate defenders of the
pro-life movement. She was feared and hated by the other side. Senator Pazo was
strongly pro-choice, but had a troubled childhood full of confusion and
worry. Cara Millson was a moderate and
level-headed young leader. Many others were rising up and filling shoes of the
old statesmen that passed on into heaven. This union was growing also, but with
growing population meant more disunity. Romanticism was coming back in style
during this era. Many citizens believed their way was the only right way to
solve the nation’s problems. Because of this many tensions increased and these
United States became even more polarized. Where shall this problem end? nobody
seemed to know. Passions raged in a temper not seen since for hundreds of
years. Music played loudly, sides were drawn.
Clouds were coming, although the younger voices may not have seen it... the union was about to face a huge struggle. Will the Union stay together?
Clouds were coming, although the younger voices may not have seen it... the union was about to face a huge struggle. Will the Union stay together?
Book
3: The Untimely Hour
It is here
The untimely hour has arrived my friends; I wish I could stop it.... Senator Camhouille led the fight for states’ rights-- strongest proponent they had, Senator Murray for a national union-- strongest proponent they had, and Senator J’lay was the great compromiser. While all three stood true to principle, they learned when to compromise. Yet we cannot live forever. It is all in the hands of you, and providence. J’lay and Camhouille are now in the arms of their eternal maker. We are passing the torch, handle it with wisdom. - Senators Desmoulins and Murray in a letter to the young leaders
After serving for well over a half century, the Great Triumvirate eventually became part of history and passed on. They served for so long; Americans could not remember a time without them... they may have well been immortal. With this action, the new members of congress were lost. The triumvirate had a way of keeping their strong opinions and finding time for compromise, but the new generation was all or nothing.
Senator Allee Moore summed this up as she sung about the death of "compromise";
my senator's views
Was too large for the House
so it stood ninety years on the floor;
they were taller by half
than the senator herself,
though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
They was bought on the morn
of the day that she had won
they were always her treasure and pride;
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the Triumvirate died.
Fifty years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
the life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
Compromise stopped short
Never to go again,
When the Triumvirate died.
In watching its pendulum
Swing to and fro,
many hours had he spent while young;
And in childhood and manhood
the union seemed to know,
and share both his grief and his joy.
And it struck twenty-four
when he entered at the door,
with a blooming Vice President;
Compromise stopped short
never to go again,
When the Triumvirate died.
Fifty years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
the life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
Compromise stopped short
Never to go again,
When the Triumvirate died.
Fifty years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the Triumvirate died.
The Triumvirate said
That of those they could hire,
Not a constituency so faithful he found;
For they wasted no time,
And had but one desire,
At the close of each week compromise.
And they kept in its place,
not a frown upon their face,
and compromise never hung by its side.
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
when the triumvirate died.
Fifty years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
compromise life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the triumvirate died.
Sumter rang an alarm
In the dead of the night,
An alarm that for years had been dumb;
And we knew that the spirit
Was pluming his flight,
That untimely hour had come.
Still the compromise kept the time,
With a soft and muffled chime,
As we silently stood by his side.
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the triumvirate died.
After a period of mourning for the triumvirate, the new leaders adjusted. Young senators and congressmen, without the wisdom of the triumvirate. “We will secede from the union if our demands are not met!” shouted Peter Saint-Just of South Carolina shouted, "You will secede, over my dead body!" replied Jonathan White, Senator from Massachusetts. "I do not want you, or anybody else telling me what to do! I’m an individual, that is what defines me. I do not want to yield to you or any other person." Peter indignantly shot. The Senator from Minnesota Tom Pazo stood up from the back row. Peter Saint-Just sat in the back row at Senator Camhouille ’s old seat. Saint-Just had long chestnut brown hair, an oval shaped face, and beautiful blue eyes. Saint-Just always wore a black overcoat, a red nullification sash, and his top hat which bore the nullification cockade and a red feather. Saint-Just was a deep admirer of Senator Camhouille , he practically worshipped the grounds that she had sat on. Saint- Just was the extreme representation of Camhouille’s ideas, a nullifier in its purest incorruptible form. Pazo flung aside his long, straggly dark brown hair and the most piercing pair of ice blue eyes. "You southerners have no right to boss me around anymore, I'm going to live my own life. I don't need rules, restrictions regulations or anything else governing me. I'm an individual, I do not need you." Born in 2006, hence bridging the era between the "Compromise Generation" and the "Fire eater Generation", Pazo most certainly was more in line with the fire eaters, she would not compromise for anything. Pazo was born into a wealthy family in Prince George County, Virginia. He was used to getting what she wanted, the only child of a wealthy government worker. Now that he was older Tom Pazo was a staunch unionist, he believed that the union should remain strong and institutions such as abortion were a positive good in society, he was going to be the first to fire on Fort Manning. The reason was when he was very young President Dickinson's troops attempted to march across Virginia to invade South Carolina--- a move that was stopped by Senators Camhouille and J’lay. The family mansion in Virginia was raided by a group of unruly soldiers, and Pazo was never to trust the federal government again.
Tabitha Rhett showed her face again, although older than most of the fire-eaters, Tabitha was still alive and still full of fire. "We need to form our own country!" the South Carolina senator exclaimed.
Followers as Leaders
President Lewis Pleasoro laughed off the thought of South Carolina seceding; "what can I do to stop it?" Lewis said. Lewis Pleasoro was an interesting character, tall and handsome with dark blue eyes-- a ladies’ man indeed. He won by a landslide for the Counterrevolutionary Party, however Lewis could not lead. Lewis was prone to drinking, and strived only to please others.
The South was growing discontented with the North, part of this steamed from the tariffs and taxes Senator Camhouille was mad about back in the day. The North loved tariffs, yet the South was opposed to them. Now that Senator Camhouille , Senator J’lay and Senator Murray were no longer around to cool the tempers, the crises blew out of control. Senator James Beauford of Delaware even drew up his own flag and claimed that Delaware will secede.
Technology
TV programs in the North painted the South as evil, and in the South painted the North as evil. New Jersey right on both sides of the Mason-Dixon drew criticism from both sides, as it was free and fair gain for the North and the South. Pennsylvanians were painted as hillbillies, South Carolinians were rebellious teenagers... according to these shows that spread lies and propaganda about the other states. “South Carolinianians are all wealthy snobs! who want to plunge the entire country into revolution!” TV characters portrayed South Carolina as a fanatic wearing the tri-colored revolutionary cap, running around screaming “revolution!”
Saint-Just slammed off the remote “this is an outrage!” he
exclaimed as his secretary showed him how they were being portrayed on the news
station. “We are more than rebellious fanatics! We are freedom fighters!” Saint-Just
angrily scoffed. “Saint-Just” the secretary said “it seems we are already at
war, the sectional tension is getting thicker.” Saint-Just looked at the
secretary “Secretary, the tension is justified. I’m ashamed to be from the
North, I’m embarrassed. I prefer not to go into details but I renounce it.” the
secretary was awkwardly quite and left the room.
States Rights
Besides taxes, the other issue was states rights. Senator Camhouille believed in the unique philosophy of states’ rights, anything not granted specifically to the federal government should be granted to the states and the people, likewise states can ignore any federal laws they wanted and if it came to severe circumstances she called "untimely" secession was alright. Senator J’lay took a moderate position, and Senator Murray believed somewhat in states’ rights, but believed they were shared with the federal government and should listen to what the federal courts had to say. He frowned upon nullification and secession.
These Senator's philosophies influenced their respective regions, and long after their passing influenced the new generation.
States on the boarder of the North and South, were a big target however for everybody to fight over. Both sides tried to move to these states to get these states to have more electoral votes. One day, a terrible action happened...
Besides taxes, the other issue was states rights. Senator Camhouille believed in the unique philosophy of states’ rights, anything not granted specifically to the federal government should be granted to the states and the people, likewise states can ignore any federal laws they wanted and if it came to severe circumstances she called "untimely" secession was alright. Senator J’lay took a moderate position, and Senator Murray believed somewhat in states’ rights, but believed they were shared with the federal government and should listen to what the federal courts had to say. He frowned upon nullification and secession.
These Senator's philosophies influenced their respective regions, and long after their passing influenced the new generation.
States on the boarder of the North and South, were a big target however for everybody to fight over. Both sides tried to move to these states to get these states to have more electoral votes. One day, a terrible action happened...
Raids
Lawrence Humphrey, a fanatic caught wind of this. In a wooded shack in Connecticut, Humphrey summoned his men. “Gentlemen” Humphrey announced to a group of six rough looking men, with torn jeans and ripped bandanas around their necks “we will not settle for the South treating us as less than them. We must rid the earth of states’ rights supporters.” The men listened to Humphrey, one of them spoke up. “Mr. Humphrey, there is a small community of southern supporters in Frankfort. We must act soon!” Humphrey listened and handed a rifle to the man “tonight we attack.”
Humphrey and his gang walked down the streets of Frankfort,
screaming “charge!”chaos than assumed, hundreds of people died because of
suspicion they supported the South. Humphrey drew the irate anger of states’
rights supporters in the South, and the disgust of the moderate and regular
Northerners.
Peter Saint-Just caught wind of this on the senate floor and
arose to speak “Citizens! Will we settle for this? Terror is now ruling the
North- let it come! Let war come soon, we will not listen to fanatics who
insist on slaughtering us!” Saint-Just paused for a reason that appeared he was
losing his sense of speech “to arms! to arms!” screamed Saint-Just “we must
stamp Humphrey out!”
Humphrey looked out the windows of his shack- the national
guard had arrived. “On the count of three, fire!” screamed the general.
Humphrey and his men grabbed their rifles “we must fight back!” one by one each
of Humphrey’s men fell. The general cornered Humphrey, Humphrey aimed his own
gun to himself but it was too late- they grabbed Humphrey and rushed him to the
jury of the mob “Death!” screamed the people. A rope was put around Humphrey’s
neck and pulled- Lawrence Humphrey was no more.
Paranoia
On the senate floor the next day Saint-Just stood “the
monster is dead! down with the counterrevolutionaries and their terror tactics!
down with moderates! We shall have no more moderates!” shouted Saint-Just.
Andrew Pulaski, the Counterrevolutionary from Massachusetts
awkwardly shuffled in his chair; “Some members of my party have contributed
horrifying and awful acts, we are not all like that. Many of us are good,
decent, honest gentlemen. We believe in the rule of law, not the rule of
terror. I’m sorry.”
Saint-Just looked around stunned “this may be true, but the
current mood of the people is anger.” replied Saint-Just. To this remark
Senator Andrew Pulaski said nothing. Senator Alison Pazo stood up “I’m from
Massachusetts, I support the union. We have fanatics on both sides of the
issues, all the fanatics may not respond by terror. But fanatics come in all
shapes, we must stamp them out.” Saint-Just glared “we must stamp out the
moderates also who are blind to this problem!”
“Blind?” Pazo scoffed “the blind one I see here is sitting in this
chamber! Ready to lead us all into the Reign of Terror! Peter Saint-Just. Here
he sits, with his eyes glairing, his brown hair falling to his shoulders. He
wears his unassuming black tailcoat covering his red revolutionary waistcoat
symbolizing what? the blood that will be spelt when he gets his wish of
revolution? Don’t listen to him my friends, Saint-Just is a tyrant! What does Saint-Just
do in his free time? Does Saint-Just sit and think about all the people he
shall send to their doom in revolution?” Saint-Just was outraged and stood up
“that is quite enough!” he shouted. Pazo smirked, hoping to further instigate
the sensitive Peter Saint-Just. Saint-Just took the floor “Citizens! the only
one here that wants bloodshed is Senator Pazo! She wants this nation to be plunged
into bloody Civil War! Pazo is corrupt as the men outside bribing her to speak!
Don’t let her words deceive you citizens!
Look also at Senator Andrea Butler of Vermont. Senator Butler, is
corrupt as well. She is out of the senate chamber because they claimed she
suffered an ailment. Did she really? or is she faking it to fool us all?
Senator Andrea Butler is a liar! I’m not perfect whatsoever, I’m a man made of
dust who God breathed life into. I do have faults, but I’m not a low-lying and
corrupt fool such as Senators Butler and Pazo! How shall I continue this? Pazo
and Butler, partners in crime prowling the streets of Washington City- ready
and waiting for their pray as a snake waits in the grass. This man and this
woman are so corrupt they bring to my
memory the infamous name of Michele Van Fordley! Van Fordley tried to bring the
entire union to ruin just to benefit herself and her want for money to sponsor her
many lobbyists who bridged her. Michele Van Fordley was corrupt without a
single question to ask about it, and Senator Andrea Butler as well as Senator
Tom Pazo are reminding me of her. This citizens is the true crime against
humanity.” Saint-Just sat down full of indignation. Senator Pazo smirked I got him good, I was able to rally up the
fanatical Peter Saint-Just to show him for the fool he is.
Revenge
In the gallery sat Steve Edgefield watching. Steve Edgefield
was a congressman from Vermont. Edgefield was also the nephew of Andrea Butler.
How could he say that about a member of
my family? thought Edgefield how
could he possibly slander my family name? This man must be brought to justice Edgefield
scowled and stormed out of the gallery, as he walked to his office he bought a
large metal pole at one of the stores about the size of a cane I don’t need this cane for myself, but I
need it to force Saint-Just into submission. Peter Saint-Just will be knocked
off his seat.
Saint-Just Fallen
It was a hot July day outside. Saint-Just
arrived early and was sitting in his chair writing a secession declaration We in South Carolina shall not yield to the
tyrannical reign of the North! We will secede! wrote Peter Saint-Just.
Congressman Steve Edgefield stood outside the senate chamber. It was early, but
Edgefield had to arrive early to accomplish his deed so no other senators will
get in his way. Edgefield walked with a swagger to Peter Saint-Just’s chair. Saint-Just
was hunched over his paper intensely writing away, nothing was going to
distract him. “Peter Saint-Just! This is
what happens when you insult my family!” Edgefield said as she brought the cane
to Peter Saint-Just’s head. Saint-Just screamed and hid under his table as
Edgefield kept hitting him. Eventually help came, Senator Andrew Pulaski heard
the screamed “what do you suppose that was?” Pulaski asked turning to Desmoulins.
Desmoulins frowned “it did not sound good, it was coming from the senate
chamber. Quick!” Desmoulins grabbed a cane from the cane stand and ran with Pulaski
to the senate chamber. The two gentlemen ran into the chamber and were shocked
by what they saw. Pulaski barricaded the door as Desmoulins ran to Edgefield. Edgefield
was well into his deed, and Saint-Just was unconscious on the floor below him. Pulaski
wacked Edgefield on the head, slightly regretting hitting another person but
the important thing right now was he was in the action of killing another human
being. Edgefield stopped and attempted to rally against Pulaski. Edgefield
wacked Pulaski upside the head as Pulaski struggled to grab Saint-Just. Desmoulins
remained strong as the capitol police eventually heard the commotion. The
police were running into the chamber, the police as they seized Congressman
Edgefield. Desmoulins and Pulaski kneeled by Saint-Just. “is he alive?” asked Pulaski.
Desmoulins took a rag and wrapped it against Saint-Just’s bleeding head, “he
is” Desmoulins sadly muttered “it appears his jaw is disconnected, we need
medical help fast.” Pulaski ran to get help. Senator Desmoulins held Senator Saint-Just
“be brave Saint-Just, help is on the way.” for one of the first times in his
career, tears actually came to Desmoulins eyes. Desmoulins was a gentle soul,
his heart broke as he saw the union being torn apart so violently. A doctor
came back with Pulaski and examined the victim. The doctor pulled thread from
his kit to stitch the wounds. Desmoulins and Pulaski looked on without saying a
word. The doctor looked at Saint-Just’s broken jaw and wrapped it in a bandage.
Saint-Just was carried out of the chamber by Desmoulins and White, and Saint-Just
was brought to his apartment it was there Saint-Just regained consciousness. “I
must return to the senate chamber!” Saint-Just said. “Peter, relax. We have it
under control.” Peter paused to find he was not speaking as clearly as he would
like, than he put a hand to his dislocated jaw. Peter laid back down, he was so
weak. Desmoulins pulled the blanket on top of Saint-Just “rest, the more you
rest the faster you shall recover” Desmoulins gently said. Desmoulins and
Pulaski left the room, and the passionate Peter Saint-Just was forced to relax.
Congressman Edgefield was brought before the court “expel
him!” shouted the congress. “Wait!” Edgefield tried to get in a word “Saint-Just
insulted my family, I did it to defend my family’s honor.” the congress looked
around and voted to expel him. Edgefield stormed out of the room, she did have
some fans. These fans of Edgefield sent him canes that said “hit him again!”
referring of course to Peter Saint-Just.
Peter Saint-Just was looking up at the ceiling reflecting. 30 years ago I never would have been allowed
in the senate because I was too young, a bill was passed lowering the senate
age to 20. Now I’m 23 and actually allowed to serve in the US Senate. People
speculated I was too young and immature and perhaps they were correct. What
have I done? Oh Saint-Just, quit being
silly! You are a living martyr for the people. You stood up for them and now
your jaw is broken, just rest and within a week you shall serve the people
again.
Saint-Just’s Chair
Desmoulins looked into the senate chamber at the sole empty
chair- Peter Saint-Just’s chair. He was
too fanatical for his own good Desmoulins pondered I can’t help but feel compassion for this poor man. He would not have
been a senator years ago, but now a law is in effect making the senate age
younger. Saint-Just is full of fire and energy. Saint-Just also is too
sheltered, he believes somebody may be morally inept or wrong if they have a
different opinion. Poor Saint-Just though, his beating was uncalled for. I do
believe Saint-Just despite his fanaticism is a very good man, his goodness
blinds him to the reality there is a grey area. It is not all black and white.
He is young and will recover quickly, however I’m not all too certain he shall
ever be the same.
A couple weeks later Saint-Just was back. His jaw was wrapped up, and he was walking
with a cane. But Peter Saint-Just was just as active as the red blood of
revolution that flowed through his veins. Senator Desmoulins looked over his shoulder-
that fire eater from South Carolina is back. “Desmoulins” Saint-Just uttered
softly “thank you for saving me..” Desmoulins smiled “it wasn’t just me,
Senator Andrew Pulaski also ran to your rescue.” Saint-Just looked surprised
“but he is from the North- why would he want to save me?” Desmoulins was
grateful Saint-Just brought this up “not everybody in the North is evil Saint-Just.
Van Fordley was, Edgefield was but there are also good believers in the North
also. They may not agree with our politics, but they are humans just as we are Saint-Just.”
Peter Saint-Just looked stunned “but they are against liberty.” Desmoulins gave
a sigh “Saint-Just, some of them are against liberty- not all. Some of them are
believers that I know we will see in heaven, some of them are not believers. Saint-Just,
they are human.” Saint-Just looked down and tried to change the subject, Desmoulins
sensed Saint-Just’s discomfort. “Saint-Just, I’m sorry for what you suffered.” Desmoulins
said with a calmness in his voice. “All the suffering I had was in the name of
liberty and equality, but thank you Senator Desmoulins.” Saint-Just let out
half a smile, as it hurt him to smile due to his severe jaw wound which was
still recovering.
Election
season was brewing. Signs were everywhere, shouts were heard in the street.
Red, white and blue balloons dotted the landscape. Promises were heard, words
were spoken by politicians. Cara Millson was a moderate senator from southern
Illinois. Cara was soft spoken and of humble organs. She was raised in the
suburbs of southern Illinois and not on a farm like many wealthy politicians
were. Cara learned to read and write,
but could not afford to go to college. “the union must be held together!” the
crowd cheered as Cara was talking about peace. Cara was not the best speaker
and was quite clumsy as she accidently dropped her pen for the tenth time
during her speech. Cara was different though, she possessed humility. Citizens
could not put an exact hold on it, but humility was something they were looking
for during this election. Governor Ashley C. Beaufort from North Carolina.
Beaufort was a strong supporter of southern rights, and would make the perfect
choice. Senator John Bazewell from Virginia was angry at the
establishment's choice, yet ran himself as the third party candidate.
“The establishment is controlling too much! I will run myself if the
establishment keeps picking fools!” said Bazewell. The North on the other hand nominated former
Senator Andrew Pulaski of Massachusetts. Pulaski was kindly, and had a
reputation for honesty. He stood up for southern Senator Caroline Camhouille of
South Carolina when President Dickinson went after her. However, White
had not interest in the presidency. “Why do I need to run? I’m not even going
to campaign.” said White who was annoyed at the party for nominating him.
Millson was just the one to unite the North and South!
"Millson and Liberty!" played loud and clear throughout election night.
To the tune of "Lincoln and Liberty";
"Millson and Liberty!" played loud and clear throughout election night.
To the tune of "Lincoln and Liberty";
Hurrah for
the choice of the nation
our chieftain so brave and so true
we’ll go for the great reformation
For Andrew and liberty, too
our chieftain so brave and so true
we’ll go for the great reformation
For Andrew and liberty, too
We'll go
for the son of Illinois
the hero of America through
The pride of the person, so lucky
For Andrew and liberty, too
the hero of America through
The pride of the person, so lucky
For Andrew and liberty, too
They'll
find what by felling and mauling
Our rail-maker statesman can do
for the people are everywhere calling
For Andrew and liberty, too
Then up
with the banner so glorious
the star-spangled red, white and blue
we’ll fight 'til our banner's victorious
For Andrew and liberty, too
the star-spangled red, white and blue
we’ll fight 'til our banner's victorious
For Andrew and liberty, too
The votes were tallied;
Senator John Bazewell of Virginia- 10%
Governor Ashley C. Beaufort of North Carolina-20%
Senator Andrew
Pulaski- 30%
Senator Cara Millson of Illinois- 40%
Unwanted Victory
Cara Millson won the victory. Cara watched the large screen television at her campaign headquarters. “So I won” Cara said as she faced her campaign manager “let us now wither this storm that the radicals are throwing at us. For what is good and true I believe shall survive the storm.” the campaign manager looked at Millson “we have indeed achieved victory, during a most interesting time of United States history.” Cara and her campaign manager held hands to pray Lord God; I know you have had me elected for a reason. I know that this country is one of the most precious things on the face of this earth. I’m not a very graceful person, I don’t understand why I out of everybody was the one who one. However, I ask for your guidance as I step up to this plate and begin to steer the ship of the United States of America, through this storm of the winds of destruction. So help me God. Millson left the room and was ready to greet the cheering crowd of her supporters.
Saint-Just was slightly disappointed, standing in the senate anteroom he said “I’m glad Millson won, but she is not radical enough.” Desmoulins looked up at Senator Saint-Just “you have to learn that sometimes we don’t need the radicals to heal our wounds.” Saint-Just looked at Desmoulins “I believe it is time for the South to secede, not because of Millson but because of the North.” Desmoulins’ eyes widened “secession?”
Senator Cara Millson of Illinois- 40%
Unwanted Victory
Cara Millson won the victory. Cara watched the large screen television at her campaign headquarters. “So I won” Cara said as she faced her campaign manager “let us now wither this storm that the radicals are throwing at us. For what is good and true I believe shall survive the storm.” the campaign manager looked at Millson “we have indeed achieved victory, during a most interesting time of United States history.” Cara and her campaign manager held hands to pray Lord God; I know you have had me elected for a reason. I know that this country is one of the most precious things on the face of this earth. I’m not a very graceful person, I don’t understand why I out of everybody was the one who one. However, I ask for your guidance as I step up to this plate and begin to steer the ship of the United States of America, through this storm of the winds of destruction. So help me God. Millson left the room and was ready to greet the cheering crowd of her supporters.
Saint-Just was slightly disappointed, standing in the senate anteroom he said “I’m glad Millson won, but she is not radical enough.” Desmoulins looked up at Senator Saint-Just “you have to learn that sometimes we don’t need the radicals to heal our wounds.” Saint-Just looked at Desmoulins “I believe it is time for the South to secede, not because of Millson but because of the North.” Desmoulins’ eyes widened “secession?”
Saint-Just
looked at Desmoulins “yes, secession. The road to freedom, the time is now!” Desmoulins
was at a loss for words, he always knew Saint-Just was a radical but did not
believe Saint-Just would actually take this step. Saint-Just left the room and
was going somewhere only Saint-Just knew. Desmoulins was left in the senate
anteroom thinking, and praying that Saint-Just would not do anything dumb. Saint-Just is being foolish! That child! So
full of his passions and fantasies about a better tomorrow! Saint-Just is human,
Saint-Just has his flaws but he also has power. He could very easily take South
Carolina and the rest of the union on this journey that could transform into
something even Peter Saint-Just would not imagine.
Saint-Just’s Wildfire, and Desmoulin’s Candle
On the steps of the South Carolina Capitol in Columbia, Peter Saint-Just stood. Saint-Just’s brown eyes were a fire with the light of rebellion. The revolution was going to live on, it was going to continue. “Citizens!” Saint-Just shouted “We have been under tyranny for too long! Now is the time! We must act against the government! They assassinated Senator Camhouille! We must move! Senator Camhouille is in her grave due to the counterrevolutionaries. The time is upon us citizens, will we shrink in the day of adversity? We have been suffering under the tyrannical reign of the North for hundreds of years- what have they given us in return? We must secede! Now they will listen! Those in New York want to silence us, but we refuse to remain silent!” the crowd echoed; "Secession!!!!!!" Saint-Just smiled; “Secession! The time is now! The time is here! Citizens to arms!” Saint-Just got off the podium, and became part of the mob. “Southern rights!” the mob chanted angrily. On the streets of Charleston, Greenville, Anderson, and each major city in South Carolina crowds gathered in arenas listening to the same type of speeches. Forgetting the warning from the triumvirate so many years ago about the; "untimely hour."
On the steps of the South Carolina Capitol in Columbia, Peter Saint-Just stood. Saint-Just’s brown eyes were a fire with the light of rebellion. The revolution was going to live on, it was going to continue. “Citizens!” Saint-Just shouted “We have been under tyranny for too long! Now is the time! We must act against the government! They assassinated Senator Camhouille! We must move! Senator Camhouille is in her grave due to the counterrevolutionaries. The time is upon us citizens, will we shrink in the day of adversity? We have been suffering under the tyrannical reign of the North for hundreds of years- what have they given us in return? We must secede! Now they will listen! Those in New York want to silence us, but we refuse to remain silent!” the crowd echoed; "Secession!!!!!!" Saint-Just smiled; “Secession! The time is now! The time is here! Citizens to arms!” Saint-Just got off the podium, and became part of the mob. “Southern rights!” the mob chanted angrily. On the streets of Charleston, Greenville, Anderson, and each major city in South Carolina crowds gathered in arenas listening to the same type of speeches. Forgetting the warning from the triumvirate so many years ago about the; "untimely hour."
The crowd
gathered and played an American parody version to the tune of the French
Marsallaise, the same way the South did during the Civil War of 1860.
The song went like this:
Arise! Citizens of Carolina! The day of freedom has arrived!
Arise! Citizens of Carolina! The day of freedom has arrived!
Against us stands the union, our
revolution banner is raised!
Our revolution must rise!
Do you hear in Carolina?
The corruption come?
It approaches us, and tries to make us silent.
It approaches us, and tries to make us silent.
To arms! Carolina!
form the Civil War!
Let’s go! Let’s go!
Until the union, shall all join our
cause!
Charleston,
South Carolina. At an old statehouse were gathered representatives from each
county in South Carolina. Saint-Just was sitting down, his brown hair hung over
his shoulders. Saint-Just was as young and fanatical as ever. Saint-Just had
the whole world at his hands, and the opportunity to create a new world. He had his whole life ahead of him, “Citizens
of the grand republic of South Carolina” the whole room looked around at Saint-Just;
“We have been suffering under the oppressive hand of the federal government for
too long. It is time for us to rise, to form together and show the government
who the people are. I vote we secede now, and form our own nation- the great
Republic of South Carolina.” Saint-Just sat down; the whole room looked around
eagerly ready for secession. The president of the convention called for a roll
call vote on secession, yeses dominated the room. Saint-Just stood up and with
his loud voice his “yes!” was probably heard all the way down the street. Red and blue cockades were worn in support of secession;
flags were waving in the streets. Charleston turned radical, the crowds moved
along the streets chanting “Liberty! Equality! Justice!” Peter Saint-Just was
part of it all. Saint-Just was waving
his South Carolina flag screaming “we did it!” Saint-Just was the happiest he
ever was, and ever will be in his earthly life.
Texas with their strong economy was not going to be left behind, “secession! We will not let South Carolina alone in this fight! We do not need the union!” Texas politicians exclaimed.
In Georgia, politicians of the peach state got rallying “citizens! South Carolina seceded! We must follow!” politicians would say on the streets until Georgia was out. Florida was the next to follow. Alabama took up arms the same time as Mississippi “we renounce the North! and their tyranny!” Alabama politicians said. The chain reaction caused Louisiana also to secede. North Carolina was strong and wealthy “we do not rely on the federal government, they don’t need us. Let us follow our sister state.” said North Carolina as they seceded. Maryland and Delaware also snapped off from the northern states “let us join our sisters in the South!” said one Delaware politician “to arms!” was shouted in the streets of Wilmington. Virginia was strong and wealthy, and felt resentment of the North taking their power away “to arms! Lets secede; we don’t want New York robbing us blind just to benefit their politicians!” Washington, DC was not a state but was dissolved into the Confederacy which claimed to be the true United States of America.
Texas with their strong economy was not going to be left behind, “secession! We will not let South Carolina alone in this fight! We do not need the union!” Texas politicians exclaimed.
In Georgia, politicians of the peach state got rallying “citizens! South Carolina seceded! We must follow!” politicians would say on the streets until Georgia was out. Florida was the next to follow. Alabama took up arms the same time as Mississippi “we renounce the North! and their tyranny!” Alabama politicians said. The chain reaction caused Louisiana also to secede. North Carolina was strong and wealthy “we do not rely on the federal government, they don’t need us. Let us follow our sister state.” said North Carolina as they seceded. Maryland and Delaware also snapped off from the northern states “let us join our sisters in the South!” said one Delaware politician “to arms!” was shouted in the streets of Wilmington. Virginia was strong and wealthy, and felt resentment of the North taking their power away “to arms! Lets secede; we don’t want New York robbing us blind just to benefit their politicians!” Washington, DC was not a state but was dissolved into the Confederacy which claimed to be the true United States of America.
North
Senator
Pulaski sat at the Massachusetts State House; it appeared the North was ejected
from the union. “We shall call ourselves the ‘Northern States of America’ since
we aren’t truly the United States” White sadly exclaimed. White sat down “we
are without leaders, without rules.” he then cast his name on the ballot for
being president of the Northern States of America “if nobody else wills, I
shall. For it is my duty” said Senator Pulaski.
The votes
came in- Senator Pulaski did win the hard title of being President of the
Northern States of America.
In a fort in Charleston, South Carolina- Fort Summer some military members from Massachusetts remained. They were not going to give up the fort. “We shall never yield this fort. The North proudly upholds its tradition of a strong military, and if we yield now- the United States will fall” exclaimed Pulaski. Saint-Just was frustrated “remove your troops now! Or South Carolina shall see to it they are removed.” Desmoulins sat in the senate chamber; he did not approve of Virginia’s secession, as a Virginian however there was no turning back. “Saint-Just, you must calm your rhetoric.” Desmoulins said as he was exasperated with Saint-Just at this point. “Calm my rhetoric? in the name of liberty and equality I shall keep speaking until I drop dead.” Saint-Just exclaimed. Desmoulins felt sadness within him and was not sure why it came about. The thought of Saint-Just dropping dead seemed to trouble Desmoulins; this young man had so much life and power.
Confederacy
President Cara Millson of South Carolina was the reluctant president of the Confederacy. Senator Camhouille would not have liked this. Or should she have? I have no idea; I do have so much respect for the late Senator Camhouille. She would have ran this revolution properly I feel, instead of having Saint-Just totally bring us into this state of chaos. Saint-Just is a good man, but he does not seem to understand how the real world works. Saint-Just is too idealistic for his own good. At least we have Desmoulins; he has some sense of reason and decency. I wish this would not have happened, however what can I do? I must remain loyal to South Carolina I cannot yield now. I can never stop. Millson wanted to make peace with Millson and the North. General James Roberts was the Confederacy's choice--- a Virginian, who also was opposed to secession yet could not turn against Virginia.
In a fort in Charleston, South Carolina- Fort Summer some military members from Massachusetts remained. They were not going to give up the fort. “We shall never yield this fort. The North proudly upholds its tradition of a strong military, and if we yield now- the United States will fall” exclaimed Pulaski. Saint-Just was frustrated “remove your troops now! Or South Carolina shall see to it they are removed.” Desmoulins sat in the senate chamber; he did not approve of Virginia’s secession, as a Virginian however there was no turning back. “Saint-Just, you must calm your rhetoric.” Desmoulins said as he was exasperated with Saint-Just at this point. “Calm my rhetoric? in the name of liberty and equality I shall keep speaking until I drop dead.” Saint-Just exclaimed. Desmoulins felt sadness within him and was not sure why it came about. The thought of Saint-Just dropping dead seemed to trouble Desmoulins; this young man had so much life and power.
Confederacy
President Cara Millson of South Carolina was the reluctant president of the Confederacy. Senator Camhouille would not have liked this. Or should she have? I have no idea; I do have so much respect for the late Senator Camhouille. She would have ran this revolution properly I feel, instead of having Saint-Just totally bring us into this state of chaos. Saint-Just is a good man, but he does not seem to understand how the real world works. Saint-Just is too idealistic for his own good. At least we have Desmoulins; he has some sense of reason and decency. I wish this would not have happened, however what can I do? I must remain loyal to South Carolina I cannot yield now. I can never stop. Millson wanted to make peace with Millson and the North. General James Roberts was the Confederacy's choice--- a Virginian, who also was opposed to secession yet could not turn against Virginia.
Senator
Pulaski was at the new capitol of the north which was in Boston, Massachusetts.
“We were thinking of making our capitol in New York, but New York politicians
are making me worried.” said Pulaski’s Secretary of State John Sanders. White
looked up at Sanders “why is that?” Sanders hesitated “Well, you know how they
practically worship Van Fordley? I have to say I disagree with Van Fordley on
so many. She does not represent the vast majority of people in the North; Van
Fordley represented herself and her own money interests. I’m from New York, and
am saddened at the way my state has become.” said Sanders. “I understand…” said
White. President Pulaski was looking down at his papers “who do you suppose we
should appoint as our chief general?”
Sanders
smiled “there is a man by the name of Robert Grey. He is the son in law of the
great southern politician James Desmoulins. Robert Grey is a moderate, but he
is brilliant and West Point educated. Robert Grey’s military mind is amazing
and richer than anybody would expect. It is disguised by his humility. Grey is
a true family man, and his private virtues are just as honest and well standing
as his public virtues.”
“It is
settled then, let me write to Grey.” President Pulaski said.
In the
backwoods of New York, close to the Pennsylvania border there was a blue
farmhouse. This house was three stories tall, and had a brown roof. Robert Grey
sat in his rocking chair with his four year old daughter Olivia. Grey put
Olivia down as she ran to color her painting. Grey opened the official letter
from the president. “Charlotte!” he called out to his wife, Charlotte entered-
she had long brown hair the same color as Desmoulins and also her face
resembled Desmoulins’ facial shape. Charlotte had a beautiful pair of blue
eyes. “Yes, Robert?” Robert smiled “Charlotte, I have been called on to serve
for the North, what you think?”
“Robert,
you perhaps would be a good light in the darkness. I will miss you
tremendously, but you are good and virtuous. Robert, people admire and love
you. Perhaps if God is calling and can use you, who am I to hold you backing?”
Robert kissed her and Olivia “I shall be back!” he said as he rode his horse to
Massachusetts. Cars were becoming irrelevant in the name of environmental
restrictions in many areas; horses were starting to become the main means of
transportation.
In the
office President Pulaski opened his door to let in Robert Grey. “I accept Mr.
President.” Robert said with confidence.
“Thank you
Robert” President Pulaski shook his hand “serve the union well!”
War
The War of Northern Aggression was what the South started calling this war. In Texas more factories were going up, and supplies were being shipped to every southern state. Delaware on the boarder was building makeshift forts and aiming their canons to the North. New Jersey was caught exactly in the middle; this was probably going to be where most of the fighting took place. In this apathetic state that wanted nothing but to be left alone, the forces of Peter Saint-Just and the other fire eaters were about to rock and shake the calm, apathetic world of so many citizens.
War
The War of Northern Aggression was what the South started calling this war. In Texas more factories were going up, and supplies were being shipped to every southern state. Delaware on the boarder was building makeshift forts and aiming their canons to the North. New Jersey was caught exactly in the middle; this was probably going to be where most of the fighting took place. In this apathetic state that wanted nothing but to be left alone, the forces of Peter Saint-Just and the other fire eaters were about to rock and shake the calm, apathetic world of so many citizens.
“We have
to act quickly!” said James Roberts as he was talking to President Millson.
“What are
your plans?” Millson asked him
“March
through New Jersey, from there cut North into New York. Head for the capitol of
Boston! Send another part of the army around the coast and prevent anything
from going in- or out.” Roberts explained his plan.
“Go for it
general. The power is yours.” Millson said.
Pennsylvania was a stronghold for the North, mountainous and rough terrain... they had a good strategic point. Saint-Just sat in the military affairs committee and looked at the map “Pennsylvania must fall.” Desmoulins looked at Saint-Just “it will eventually fall, but have you looked at the terrain? This state appears impossible to take with their mountains and spread out population.”
Saint-Just
looked at Desmoulins “believe me, I know the terrain of Pennsylvania” tears
came to Saint-Just’s eyes that he immediately brushed away, nobody saw him- or
so he thought. Saint-Just grew up too fast, his family was cruelly taken from
him as a youth and he never had a true childhood. Saint-Just changed the
subject “lets have Roberts take Connecticut and Rhode Island first.”
The army
did not march through New Jersey, not yet. Roberts decided it would be easier
to invade from the coast of Connecticut. The New Jersey battles were going to
come but not yet. The blockade was up and running. “Charge!” Roberts said as
the troops invaded the Rhode Island coast, the Rhode Island militia was too
weak to defend the state as they fell. Grey heard news of the attack and rushed
troops to defend Connecticut, shots went flying as Connecticut was spared the
wrath. Roberts ordered a quick retreat as the next month to follow was
going to take place on a different front. New Jersey was a swampy state; the
west was mountainous but not very populated. The people were apathetic; this
was for the South’s advantage. Roberts himself was in Connecticut still- he
appointed a General Sherwood to command the New Jersey troops. Roberts knew
nothing about Sherwood, but as a general he had to be good. Or so Roberts
thought. Sherwood was there with a vengeance. The troops were tried and could
not fight. I cannot force my troops to
fight, but we cannot stay here and do nothing or we shall be destroyed. We must
burn the state- leave nothing remaining. “Troops! We must evacuate the state—but first
we must leave our mark. Set fire!” the troops were unleashed and flames roared
into the night and high up into the sky. New Jersey was taken. The troops than
took a bridge into New York City and acted the same way burning everything in
sight. A whole line between Philadelphia and New York City was charred with smoke;
Sherwood’s ‘March to the Sea’ was over.
Saint-Just
looked over the map from the committee table “we are making progress! it is a
shame that so many casualties are here, but this is way. We cannot have
freedom, unless we attack all opposed to it- not only those openly opposed, but
we must shake the moderate citizens from their quite comfort zone and turn
their world upside down until they are wholeheartedly ours for the revolution.”
Desmoulins
frowned “we must do something about Sherwood- we can’t leave him burning
everything in his path. This is against the rules of warfare.”
Saint-Just
looked as Desmoulins “President Millson has recalled Sherwood for his unruly
behavior. We must take New Hampshire, Maine and Vermont. They don’t have much
of any industry and should be easy and quick to take. Desmoulins, calm down
about the burning in the March to the Sea- this is a war, wars are not calm things.
Wars require blood and destruction, this fact I’m sure about.”
Desmoulins
sat down with an expression of disgust on his face.
Roberts
heard the orders from Congress and marched up into New Hampshire, “charge!” he
shouted. The New Hampshire troops surrender, followed by Vermont. Maine fell
down without a fight due to the fact they did not have any industry. The only states standing that had not fallen
to the confederacy were New York, Pennsylvania, Massachusetts and West
Virginia.
Meanwhile Saint-Just's coldness was growing. The air was getting colder, hundreds of citizens of Charleston City were bundled close together. Christmas was in the air, although the spirits of the people were not ready for Christmas. War, death, hunger even on the winning side was taking its toll. "Peace on earth!" the bells rung loud and clear, Desmoulins walked down the streets and frowned "there is no peace, this is the Civil War. I pray someday peace will come again." For Saint-Just however, there was no peace on earth- just the revolution remained for him. As the citizens prayed for Christ to bring them peace, Saint-Just frowned: "We cannot have peace! Besides Christ does not even interfere, it is up for us humans to bring the change" Saint-Just exclaimed- brown eyes glaring "Peace is not possible until every last enemy of freedom is destroyed."
Flickering Candle
Spring had
arrived. The Senate Chamber was quite until Peter Saint-Just took the floor
“Citizens!” he shouted trying to sound as strong as the late Senator Camhouille
“We are winning this war but must never give up our fight. In the name of
liberty and equality we must march on until every last one of our enemies is
destroyed! The moderates, these are the traitors to our land. We must all be
passionately committed to the South, there shall be no more moderates no more
middle ground. Destroy all our opposition, they must be submitting to the reign
of liberty. Here I stand, no compromise and no yielding. I shall be heard, I
demand a voice ” Saint-Just caught himself having trouble breathing. “Citizens,
now is the time to choose” Saint-Just put a hand to his chest and closed his
eyes, everything will be fine “Now I stand! We must achieve victory, for the
Confederate States of America!” Saint-Just felt dizzy, as he was overcome.
“Saint-Just!”
Desmoulins took hold of the younger man who was on the verge of collapsing.
“Senator Desmoulins, I’m fine- it is just a small spell of…” Saint-Just paused,
his thoughts were getting scattered. Desmoulins eventually carried Saint-Just’s
entire weight and brought him out of the senate chamber.
Peter Saint-Just
collapsed on the couch outside of the senate antechamber. His fever was high,
brown hair sticking to his skin. Saint-Just closed his eyes what is wrong with me? twenty six years
old and influential, there is no way Peter Saint-Just of South Carolina could
be dying. Senator Desmoulins took Saint-Just’s hand and felt how the hand was
burning up “Peter” Desmoulins coaxed “do you hear me?” Saint-Just looked over
at Desmoulins “I do… I’m here, it can’t be my time to die yet.” Desmoulins
glimpsed sadly away “what do you think, about death?” Saint-Just looked into Desmoulins
eyes and replied “those who accept the grace of Christ shall be saved, we can
physically die but never die spiritually.” Desmoulins held Saint-Just’s hand “I
believe the same.” It hit Desmoulins that it was a very real possibility Saint-Just
was dying. “Hold on, I’m getting a doctor” said Desmoulins as he dialed an
emergency number.
The doctor pulled aside Saint-Just’s waistcoat and shirt to check his heart beat. Saint-Just’s skin was wet and sweaty. The doctor put a needle into Saint-Just’s skin and exited the room for a minute. The doctor came back with a sad expression on his face; “Senator Saint-Just, I regret to inform you- that you have an advanced case of pneumonia. Due to the length of time you have been leaving it untreated, it is likely to be fatal- even with treatments.” Saint-Just looked sadly around the room; “It is done? I suppose I must put all I have left in me for the cause, or perhaps for a greater cause.” The doctor looked at Saint-Just sadly, and left. Desmoulins held Saint-Just’s hand and was at a loss for words. “James” Saint-Just looked up at his friend “I know we have differed politically, I was always the radical the revolutionary. I just want to let you know, I have so much respect for you.” Desmoulins felt a tear coming into his eyes, Saint-Just this 26 year old man was just told his life was going to be cut drastically short. Desmoulins could only manage “thank you Saint-Just” to come out of his mouth. Saint-Just was getting tired, “may I go back to my apartment?” Desmoulins felt hurt; he remembered seeing entire generations rise and fall, entire powerful figures dying and giving way for new ones. Peter Saint-Just was so full of life, so full of passion yet now his young life was about to be quenched from him. Saint-Just should not be thought of as this invalid he is now, but he must be thought of as that passionate revolutionary he once was and in a way still is. Desmoulins wiped away a tear and helped Saint-Just to his feet. Saint-Just’s apartment was only a couple buildings away. Desmoulins opened the door of Saint-Just’s apartment. “Do you need anything?” Desmoulins asked. Saint-Just was at this point laying on his bed; “Not now Desmoulins, thank you though. Get some rest.” Desmoulins gripped Saint-Just’s hand “Please Saint-Just, keep fighting for your beliefs.” and left. Saint-Just was left alone.
The doctor pulled aside Saint-Just’s waistcoat and shirt to check his heart beat. Saint-Just’s skin was wet and sweaty. The doctor put a needle into Saint-Just’s skin and exited the room for a minute. The doctor came back with a sad expression on his face; “Senator Saint-Just, I regret to inform you- that you have an advanced case of pneumonia. Due to the length of time you have been leaving it untreated, it is likely to be fatal- even with treatments.” Saint-Just looked sadly around the room; “It is done? I suppose I must put all I have left in me for the cause, or perhaps for a greater cause.” The doctor looked at Saint-Just sadly, and left. Desmoulins held Saint-Just’s hand and was at a loss for words. “James” Saint-Just looked up at his friend “I know we have differed politically, I was always the radical the revolutionary. I just want to let you know, I have so much respect for you.” Desmoulins felt a tear coming into his eyes, Saint-Just this 26 year old man was just told his life was going to be cut drastically short. Desmoulins could only manage “thank you Saint-Just” to come out of his mouth. Saint-Just was getting tired, “may I go back to my apartment?” Desmoulins felt hurt; he remembered seeing entire generations rise and fall, entire powerful figures dying and giving way for new ones. Peter Saint-Just was so full of life, so full of passion yet now his young life was about to be quenched from him. Saint-Just should not be thought of as this invalid he is now, but he must be thought of as that passionate revolutionary he once was and in a way still is. Desmoulins wiped away a tear and helped Saint-Just to his feet. Saint-Just’s apartment was only a couple buildings away. Desmoulins opened the door of Saint-Just’s apartment. “Do you need anything?” Desmoulins asked. Saint-Just was at this point laying on his bed; “Not now Desmoulins, thank you though. Get some rest.” Desmoulins gripped Saint-Just’s hand “Please Saint-Just, keep fighting for your beliefs.” and left. Saint-Just was left alone.
Saint-Just Alone
Peter Saint-Just
was sitting on his bed, steering at the ceiling. Heaven was so close. Camhouille was in heaven, what would she
think of Saint-Just’s actions? Would she be applauding him? or would she frown
upon his fanaticism? Desmoulins! Oh Desmoulins! That dear elder statesman seems
to care so much about young Peter as a son. How would his death effect Desmoulins?
Saint-Just had tears flooding his eyes. He did not want to die, there was so
much that could be done through states rights. States rights can make the world perfect, and make a utopia. We are so
close, our goal is within grasp. When I’m dead, what shall happen? I…. words
can’t explain. Will the United States stand? Will the North actually reform
itself as Senator Desmoulins believes? Camhouille, I did it- you did not die in
vain. Saint-Just tried to rest, but every time Saint-Just closed his eyes
and image of himself in a coffin came to his mind. Sleep eventually found Saint-Just.
He awoke the next day, and looked towards the window. The sunrise was beautiful;
Saint-Just perhaps should deliver a copy of his will to his dear friend Thomas
Warren. The problem was Amherst County was in the way between Saint-Just in
Washington, DC and his friend Thomas Warren in Lynchburg City. Amherst County
was where the armies were gathered for weeks, something was going to happen.
Saint-Just
bid his landlady farewell and straddled his white horse. Off the horse galloped
into the northern Virginia cities and towns.
The Final Battle
“Troops!”
Roberts announced “this point in the war is hard; we have one last chance to
turn the war in our favor. In the heart of the South we must make a move. We
must sneak into Amherst County, Virginia. The North made for one last push,
marching to Virginia. This shall be our last stand, this battle here on this
field will determine whether we win or lose. This battle will determine whether
the fanatical forces of Saint-Just shall prevail, or whether the old union will
be strong. This is our final stand, we must achieve victory.” Millson though
disliked this; "It is unnecessary to have any more bloodshed, brother
fighting against brother. I favor putting an end to the rebellion, but we
are clearly outnumbered." In West Virginia, their state assembly was
forced to have a choice “We have to secede and follow the South, we are running
low on resources and need to follow the rest of the states so we do not earn
their wrath.” said a West Virginia senators.
In
Pennsylvania the backwoodsmen could not care less about the war. “We did not
bargain for this, but we have to make a choice!” a Pennsylvania senator said
“We have to secede not out of principle, but out of necessity.” The
Pennsylvanians signed a declaration giving themselves into the confederacy.
Only New
York and Massachusetts at this point were left standing. President Pulaski
looked out his window, the people were in poverty. Walking through the streets President
Pulaski would go up to a citizen and give a penny “I’m sorry this war has taken
such a bad turn.” Pulaski would say. Food was becoming scare, especially since
most of the food was being given to the army. The ‘March to the Sea’ really
gave a painful sting to the North.
Amherst
County, southern Virginia. In the heart of the South, the armies were gathered.
A land riddled with the Blue Ridge Mountains. The northern troops were lined up
in the valley. In this valley was a large two story old stone farmhouse. This
farmhouse was composed of 110 acres, and sprawled out beautifully across from
the field where the fight was going to be taking place. The last stand of
Robert Grey was to prevail in this place. Young
Olivia Grey was looking tiredly out the window: “Mommy! Why can’t we go back to
New York!” Her mom looked at Olivia: “Grandfather Desmoulins offered to have us
stay at his farmhouse until the fighting is over, it appears the fighting
followed us here.” Olivia looked out the
window and saw her dad- General Grey mounting a horse. “Daddy!” Olivia ran out
of her farmhouse exploring, she did not want to remain cooped up all day.
Olivia heard the soldiers and ran towards the fight while in her play dress.
Before Olivia knew it the battle was getting closer; “Daddy!!!” Olivia screamed
as she saw her dad Robert Grey- son in law of James Desmoulins, commanding
troops for the North. This little girl was foolish, who in the right mind would
put herself in so much danger. Such a young life would be tragic to lose
though, she never knew any better. Peter Saint-Just rode his white horse into
the front lines, through the smoke and the fire Saint-Just heard a scream that
had a northern Pennsylvania accent similar to his own, young Olivia was trying
to get to her father in time because she wanted to be with him. She was in the
wrong place at the wrong time; Saint-Just rode towards her in an attempt to
rescue. Olivia saw Saint-Just’s southern uniform and froze in fright, a
southern soldier had his gun aimed towards her. Saint-Just seeing this leapt in
front of the soldier pushing Olivia into the bushes. Saint Just felt a pain in
his chest, right in his heart. “Run!” he screamed to the civilian who ran into
the woods, Saint-Just’s brown eyes grew hazy he looked up to see the most
marvelous light he had ever seen. Christ was reaching out with open arms, Saint-Just
knew Christ since he was a little boy. Since youth Saint-Just admired and was
in awe of how through Christ’s sacrifice we will have eternal peace and
liberty, Saint-Just never set out to do that but wanted to be a Christ like
example for others. For the first time in his life Peter Saint-Just was at
perfect peace. He closed his eyes and went closer to the light, to freedom, to
heaven.
The
battlefield was riddled in disaster, bodies were everywhere, and young women
went through the bodies weeping. The old and young women all wearing black
walking in between the rows of bodies. The smoke still held heavily in the air,
thousands of young men never to see again. Thousands of living scared for life
during this horrible conflict called the “civil war.” In a large hole about to
be covered in dirt the bodies were laying. Peter Saint-Just’s body lay spread out with
the rest, his nullification sash around his waist and a peaceful expression of
content that he rarely bore in life. The war was over.
Peace- so far but so close
President Cara Millson arranged a meeting with President Andrew Pulaski, so different yet so alike. Both were chosen to lead their country, both were humble, and neither wanted the war. “Mr. Pulaski, I realize neither of us wanted this war. It was the fanatics that instigated the war.” Andrew Pulaski nodded his head “it is a shame all this bloodshed took place, it should not have happened.” President Millson looked at Andrew Robertson “I concur, Andrew- I know the North is very bitter about losing this war. Now New York and Massachusetts are absorbed into the United States. Will you please be my Vice President? I believe this move may help unite the North and the South. What do you think Andrew Pulaski? Will you accept it?”
Andrew Pulaski looked over at Millson “I do not want to be in a position of power again, thank you for the offer. However I want to retire back into the woodlands of Massachusetts and enjoy life in private.” President Millson smiled “it takes a truly honorable man to give up power like that, I commend you Andrew Pulaski.” Pulaski smiled at Millson and departed for Massachusetts. All the states were together again, although not in a way they excepted. The secessionists were humbled by the crises, and eventually were able to bring themselves to compromise. James Desmoulins returned to his office. Desmoulins looked at his papers and saw something on his desk- a paper. Desmoulins reached for it “Senator Desmoulins, this is the list of causalities from the last battle- our colleague Peter Saint-Just is among the dead.” Desmoulins looked down the list- there he was Peter Saint-Just. Desmoulins buried his face in his hand Saint-Just! I know now you are in the arms of Christ. It hurts so much losing a friend though. We disagreed so many times Saint-Just, but I saw you as my own son. I will miss you Saint-Just but I know one day I shall see you again. Saint-Just I know you did not expect the war to get this bitter and bloody but it did, it appears at times the revolution will swallow its own. It was worth it though. Rest in peace Peter Saint-Just, may you always be remembered. Senator James Desmoulins folded the paper and put it in the memory chest that traveled everywhere with him.
Peace- so far but so close
President Cara Millson arranged a meeting with President Andrew Pulaski, so different yet so alike. Both were chosen to lead their country, both were humble, and neither wanted the war. “Mr. Pulaski, I realize neither of us wanted this war. It was the fanatics that instigated the war.” Andrew Pulaski nodded his head “it is a shame all this bloodshed took place, it should not have happened.” President Millson looked at Andrew Robertson “I concur, Andrew- I know the North is very bitter about losing this war. Now New York and Massachusetts are absorbed into the United States. Will you please be my Vice President? I believe this move may help unite the North and the South. What do you think Andrew Pulaski? Will you accept it?”
Andrew Pulaski looked over at Millson “I do not want to be in a position of power again, thank you for the offer. However I want to retire back into the woodlands of Massachusetts and enjoy life in private.” President Millson smiled “it takes a truly honorable man to give up power like that, I commend you Andrew Pulaski.” Pulaski smiled at Millson and departed for Massachusetts. All the states were together again, although not in a way they excepted. The secessionists were humbled by the crises, and eventually were able to bring themselves to compromise. James Desmoulins returned to his office. Desmoulins looked at his papers and saw something on his desk- a paper. Desmoulins reached for it “Senator Desmoulins, this is the list of causalities from the last battle- our colleague Peter Saint-Just is among the dead.” Desmoulins looked down the list- there he was Peter Saint-Just. Desmoulins buried his face in his hand Saint-Just! I know now you are in the arms of Christ. It hurts so much losing a friend though. We disagreed so many times Saint-Just, but I saw you as my own son. I will miss you Saint-Just but I know one day I shall see you again. Saint-Just I know you did not expect the war to get this bitter and bloody but it did, it appears at times the revolution will swallow its own. It was worth it though. Rest in peace Peter Saint-Just, may you always be remembered. Senator James Desmoulins folded the paper and put it in the memory chest that traveled everywhere with him.
Congress
decided The rules will be the same way they were right after the American
Revolution that Jenaye Rhine and James Desmoulins set up so long ago. Desmoulins
was so much older than the 20 year old he was at the start of the American
Revolution. Desmoulins was now 85 and weak, however personality wise he had not
changed since the days of the first revolution. “On the issue of states’ rights” Desmoulins
explained to congress “we should have a combination between the views of Camhouille,
Murray and J’lay. We must possess Murray’s love of the union and keeping the
union strong and friendly. We must keep J’lay’s compromising spirit and know
that we must all make peace with those who are our friends. We must also have Camhouille’s
knowledge that the states must check and balance the federal government.” the
crowd cheered as Desmoulins sat down with a smile on his face.
Pazo
Pazo was bitter and nothing was going to hide that fact. This system she thought up all her life- gone! All that Pazo owned was gone in a very bloody four years of conflict. The Civil War was over, and the North lost fair and square. There was no way in the near future the North that Pazo loved so well was going to ever be prominent; they will live as slaves to the South- in Pazo’s view. Pazo was enraged at this; he did not want to bow to anybody and never wanted to submit to anybody. Pazo was never going to admit she could be wrong about anything; she would rather die than be wrong. Pazo’s pride was injured but now it was broken. There is no more dangerous state of a proud individual than being totally broken and without God. Everything is gone! there is nothing to live for, my side lost fair and square. Now we shall be under the South’s rule I fear. There is nothing left for me, everything is destroyed. We will be treated as a conquered enemy and not equally I fear. I would rather die than live in defeat. Pazo marched up to his mansion. The mansion was dilapidated and burnt from the ravages of war. The troops spent a few nights in here and treated the place like dirt. Heroes like the deceased Peter Saint-Just was praised, while the losing side was treated like dust. Pazo was not one to accept defeat, but neither was he a conformist. Pazo will win either way, or so he thought. Pazo’s thinking process was not normal, but after his hard life- whose would be? Pazo walked up the worn steps of his mansion, he looked out one of the walls which once were pure glass but the glass was now all broken. Pazo wrapped herself in the North’s battle flag and took his battle gun. Pazo pulled the trigger and it was all over for Pazo. Although there wasn't Pazo to worry about anymore, other Northerners like Pazo wanted a "no compromise" and were forever going to be bitter by the fact that the South won, and they have to now compromise and live together as one solid and happy union. Reconstruction was going to be tough, everybody knew it. The union was together again, and they were going to pick up the pieces where they left off.
Night of Tragedy and New Beginnings
Pazo was bitter and nothing was going to hide that fact. This system she thought up all her life- gone! All that Pazo owned was gone in a very bloody four years of conflict. The Civil War was over, and the North lost fair and square. There was no way in the near future the North that Pazo loved so well was going to ever be prominent; they will live as slaves to the South- in Pazo’s view. Pazo was enraged at this; he did not want to bow to anybody and never wanted to submit to anybody. Pazo was never going to admit she could be wrong about anything; she would rather die than be wrong. Pazo’s pride was injured but now it was broken. There is no more dangerous state of a proud individual than being totally broken and without God. Everything is gone! there is nothing to live for, my side lost fair and square. Now we shall be under the South’s rule I fear. There is nothing left for me, everything is destroyed. We will be treated as a conquered enemy and not equally I fear. I would rather die than live in defeat. Pazo marched up to his mansion. The mansion was dilapidated and burnt from the ravages of war. The troops spent a few nights in here and treated the place like dirt. Heroes like the deceased Peter Saint-Just was praised, while the losing side was treated like dust. Pazo was not one to accept defeat, but neither was he a conformist. Pazo will win either way, or so he thought. Pazo’s thinking process was not normal, but after his hard life- whose would be? Pazo walked up the worn steps of his mansion, he looked out one of the walls which once were pure glass but the glass was now all broken. Pazo wrapped herself in the North’s battle flag and took his battle gun. Pazo pulled the trigger and it was all over for Pazo. Although there wasn't Pazo to worry about anymore, other Northerners like Pazo wanted a "no compromise" and were forever going to be bitter by the fact that the South won, and they have to now compromise and live together as one solid and happy union. Reconstruction was going to be tough, everybody knew it. The union was together again, and they were going to pick up the pieces where they left off.
Night of Tragedy and New Beginnings
It was the
night of April 13th and President Millson was going to the theater
to see a play called “Our Mostly American Aunt.” The theater was packed and
Millson sat in a booth facing right towards the stage. A young actress in
black- Mary Snat was lurking behind the presidential pew. Mary was from Maine
and very bitter over the northern defeat. Why
did we have to lose? We had right on our side. All we wanted was to put the
revolutionary South in their place. We wanted tradition to prevail in the
North, we wanted to keep the status quo and now we lost everything. thought
Snat I must do something to encourage the
North to rise again, I must kill President Cara Millson. Mary worked for
the northern army, and watched three of her brothers get shot down in the
bloody Battle of Leesburg. Mary wanted revenge; she took out her pistol and
aimed. Silently Mary approached President Millson and fired shouting “long live
the North!” The audience gasped and was totally not expecting anything like
that happening. People were screaming to get out of the theater, within the
chaos Mary Snat stuck out through the back door and was never seen again. “Ms.
President!” Allee Summers screamed and hugged the president’s body. Millson was
barely breathing but still alive. The ambulance came and rushed Millson to the
hospital. This was the first successful assassination attempt in 200 years.
The walls of the entire hospital were
stark white; the nation was at a standstill. Summers held Millsons’ hand.
President
Millson looked into Summer’s eyes and squeezed her land. Summers pleaded
“President Millson, please live! We need you to guide us into the
reconstruction! Without you I do not know where these United States would be.
You brought up through this great Civil War to victory. Now we are a broken
nation that needs to be strong again as we once were before the storm.” Millson
gave a smile “but I hear in the distance the citizens of heaven, our heroes
from the revolution and antebellum eras are already up there. Our brave men and
women such as Saint-Just who fought in this war and are no longer with us, most
of them are up there. Heaven is where all those believers live in happiness, I
don’t want to die but God has a time for all of us. If it is my time…” Millson
closed her eyes and ascended into the light. “No!” Summers fill weeping at the
president’s body like a little child. April 13th at 10:00 PM
President Millson was no more. The nation wept and mourned for their president.
With the death of an official so sudden and tragic, a nation may not know where
to go. Millson’s vice president was a woman named Brittany Peterson of
Connecticut. Brittany grew up well to do. Brittany had red hair, was on the
heavier size and had brown eyes. Brittany being from the North was probably
going to be tender on the northern states during reconstruction.
Phoenix Out of the Ashes
The impoverished people of the losing side---
Northeastern United States with help from a man only known as Tony were finally
free from the system of debt and poverty when they learned they needed to get
off of the government and use their own common sense. Streets were crowded with
citizens that had no work. Soup kitchens were packed to the maximum limit;
thousands of citizens were starving and begging for even a small morsel to eat.
This was the North- East of the United States. After a bloody civil war, the
South East of the United States won with their superior economy and technology,
and now both sides were hurting but neither was hurting as much as the north.
The South eventually took over the North which was not able to take care of
itself, and now the United States were one union again. On the Civil Rights side of things- Abortion
was now illegal. Equality was finally allowed; all citizens had a right to be
born and a right to live. Citizens in the North however did not have the
quality of life that existed in the South. Desmoulins was sitting at his desk, as the
secretary handed him a letter sealed in black wax. Ever since the Civil War,
hand-written letters took place of emails, although emails were used for some
things still. The main reason for this change was fear of government scrutiny.
Desmoulins felt a shiver of fear up his spine- somebody he knew passed away
this meant by the black, opening his letter Desmoulins read “Honorable Senator
Desmoulins, I tearfully must inform you that my husband Andrew Pulaski has
passed on after a struggle with a cold that turned into pneumonia. At his age,
his immune system could not take the blow. He was not in much of any pain from
what is appeared, he wanted me to tell you that out of all of the politicians
in the South, he admired you greatly. Pulaski gave up his ghost a few days
later. He is at peace now with Christ.- Stephanie White-Pulaski.” Desmoulins did not hold back the tears, they
streamed down his face as strongly as the James River rushes down the Blue
Ridge Mountains. Pulaski- gone! Desmoulins wishes the war did not take such a
harsh toll on the North, for innocent lives had suffered. Pulaski’s funeral was
a few weeks later, the citizens assembled in crowds as they mourned this great statesman.
Pulaski’s body was layed to rest in the dirt of his native New Hampshire, his tomb
stone read this “One day the United States shall be rejoined.” The sun set on Pulaski’s
grave- and another era.
Desmoulins was riding the train back to his home in Amherst County thinking to himself The war is over. I really have witnessed a ton of events. It seems mostly everybody from my American Revolution days is now dead, their memories will live on. I lived through the days when we had to start a new, and we started a revolution against President William Arnold. I almost was alive during those trying days in between revolutions. I remember Murray and his wonderful rhetoric. I remember J’lay and her compromising spirit and wonderful smile. I remember Camhouille, where do I begin? that powerful leader who brought South Carolina and took them to the ideological barricade of freedom against the oppressors of corruption. Peter Saint-Just who was a son to me and I remember how must he looked up to Camhouille and admired her. I remember Van Fordley and her corrupt schemes, and also the way Van Fordley fell. Those glory days will be remembered, I will be sure of it. I shall keep these papers I have of these memories in this chest forever. I outlived all of them. In normal circumstances I should retire, how I long to be back at my farm. However I cannot think of retiring. My life is almost over, I’m 85 years old. I want to now give the last breathe I have in me to preserving the freedoms we have now won. Liberty and equality! as Saint-Just would have said. These ideals must be upheld, I cannot surrender and I cannot quit. The youth is the future; we must make sure they value it.
Desmoulins was riding the train back to his home in Amherst County thinking to himself The war is over. I really have witnessed a ton of events. It seems mostly everybody from my American Revolution days is now dead, their memories will live on. I lived through the days when we had to start a new, and we started a revolution against President William Arnold. I almost was alive during those trying days in between revolutions. I remember Murray and his wonderful rhetoric. I remember J’lay and her compromising spirit and wonderful smile. I remember Camhouille, where do I begin? that powerful leader who brought South Carolina and took them to the ideological barricade of freedom against the oppressors of corruption. Peter Saint-Just who was a son to me and I remember how must he looked up to Camhouille and admired her. I remember Van Fordley and her corrupt schemes, and also the way Van Fordley fell. Those glory days will be remembered, I will be sure of it. I shall keep these papers I have of these memories in this chest forever. I outlived all of them. In normal circumstances I should retire, how I long to be back at my farm. However I cannot think of retiring. My life is almost over, I’m 85 years old. I want to now give the last breathe I have in me to preserving the freedoms we have now won. Liberty and equality! as Saint-Just would have said. These ideals must be upheld, I cannot surrender and I cannot quit. The youth is the future; we must make sure they value it.
Senator James Desmoulins arrived at his farm; he
took a horse up the long driveway and surveyed the 110 acres. Charlotte and
Robert were both there with Olivia. Desmoulins put the chest in the house, “may
I speak to you?” Desmoulins asked Charlotte and Robert as they followed him
into the other room. “Thank you so much for keeping watch over my farmhouse, I
was wondering- if I’m still alive when Olivia is 15 if she can visit and help
me in Washington City? I would love her to learn and to experience our Capitol
City. Even if she is not interested in politics I believe it will be a
wonderful learning experience for a beautiful young lady such as her.” Charlotte
and Robert looked at each other “I don’t see a problem with it.” said Robert,
“neither does I.” inserted Charlotte. “This will be wonderful, thank you!” said
James Desmoulins before he retired for the night.
Rising
Future
Years went by as quickly as seasons. Out of the
ashes young Olivia Grey grew to be a strong, determined woman. Somewhere in the
back of her mind she remembers a day as a young girl running out into the field
to find her father- Olivia’s life was speared by a southern gentleman with a
tall hat and a nullification sash. This gentleman fell to the ground and his
eyes took on a glazed appearance. Olivia never knew his name and at the young
age of six did not understand. In later years Olivia paused for a somber
moment, she changed very much since the young girl who ran out to find her
father. Olivia was about 16 years old at this point, had long auburn hair and
brown eyes. Olivia was beautiful. She had small brown eyes, and a diamond face.
Her hair was a medium brown and very long. Olivia was skinny as Desmoulins was,
but she was also tall like her father Robert. Olivia Grey was also quite soft spoken
and very gentle towards all. She had a curiosity about her, always trying to
find solutions to problems. Olivia walked up to her apartment. Olivia’s
apartment was very sparse with very few furniture, Olivia was only 16 years old
and living in Washington City.
Olivia walked into Desmoulins’s office, how strange
a man at age 100 chooses to return to the senate. “Sit down young lady” Desmoulins
smiled. Olivia brushed aside a long piece of her hair “Honorable senator, I was
thinking on one of my long pleasurable summer nights alone of the past. There
is so much I do not know, and so much I long to grasp. I remember a man, with a
red sash and long brown hair. It was during a battle, I should have died, yet
this man jumped in front of me and saved my life. I was young and foolish, he
was brave- yet I have a feeling at one time he may have been as impulsive and
young as I was at one time. I feel this need to know more but the history books
I read alone aren’t telling me.” Desmoulins listened; he had found a kindred
spirit- somebody else who took pleasure in long solitary walks, and thoughts
about history. “Olivia” Desmoulins said “my granddaughter, I had a house once
on my farm in western Virginia by
Lynchburg, it was a large and old stone 200 year old house and still exists-
there I collected numerous memories and relics that have been casted aside.
There I started my own political museum.” Desmoulins explained “Oh grandfather,
may I see it?” asked Olivia as her eyes widened “Yes, anytime my dear.” Desmoulins
handed her a key.
Olivia took the train to Lynchburg, Virginia, as
she walked through the streets it was very built up and urban, skyscrapers
reached to the sky but at the edge of the road was an overgrown field. Olivia
knew this was not where the farm was- the farm was in Amherst County. Olivia
rented a horse and rode into Amherst County, Virginia. The suburbs were
sprawled out but eventually Olivia found the address she was looking for “1770
Peter’s Hollow Drive, Monroe, Virginia.” Olivia walked to the corn field and
eventually saw the house. It was a stone two story house just as grandfather Desmoulins
described! Olivia found the blue door with a large key hole. Olivia opened the
door with the key. There before her was a very well-preserved room, the
wallpaper was bright red, the shelves held many books. In the corner of the
room was a box, Olivia opened the box. The first object she saw was a pamphlet
“President Arnold takes hold! To arms! To arms!”, the second object was a
picture of James Desmoulins, the third object was a foreign newspaper in
French—Olivia knew a little bit of French and from what she read is was a call
from Julia Rospierre calling for American help in their revolution, below this
paper she saw something else that caught her eyes- a letter from the famed
Senator Camhouille talking about the citizen’s rights- in it she saw Camhouille
wrote “we were all given natural rights from God! Citizens, we must act- we can
no longer remain silent.” Olivia froze, she was remaining silent- yet this
letter from beyond the grave made her feel a tad awakened- Camhouille was sincere about it in her writing, she loved
her America and it hurt her to see the citizen’s rights taken like this, also
in the box was a red nullification sash, a few notes passed by Senator Murray
to his wife Celeste in the gallery- funny notes ranging from jokes about
senators to just asking about her day, the last thing she saw was a report of
known casualties in the Battle of Amherst County, along with portraits of the
dead--- Peter Saint-Just’s. Olivia froze looking at the picture of his young
face, so familiar was this man that gave his life for her? Peter Saint-Just, a
radical southern politician who gave his life for--- her? Saint-Just believed
in states’ rights, she and her father fought to keep the union together. Saint-Just
was an honorable man, even if she never knew him and did not fully agree with
his politics. Saint-Just was buried in a mass grave in northern Amherst County
which was only just north of Monroe where the farmhouse was. Olivia put the box
back and mounted her horse. She kept the map of the battlefield with her and
tried to gain her surroundings. this place at one time was reliant on farming-
but now had sprawling suburbs throughout the county. Although some parts of the
county were still rural and looked beautiful. Olivia found the coordinates
where the mass grave was supposed to be located. Olivia’s horse stopped and she
looked up and found a large grassy mound that must have been the grave. She
knelt down by it and looked up to the sky saying “thank you.” If it was not for
somebody’s mercy, she would not be here today. Hopefully this man was in
heaven, Olivia had a feeling he was.
Preserving
the Past
Olivia
walked out of the graveyard; she had to visit her grandfather in DC again- to
make sure he was alright. Olivia walked to the train station, and got off at
the “Capitol South” stop. Olivia walked through the busy streets of Washington
City with a new understanding of the sacrifices the previous generations made. Who shall think of these sacrifices? Who
shall preserve them? I’m not Senator Camhouille, with a voice so powerful to
bring the walls of the Bastille down yet with a charm that attracted many. Olivia
thought What can I do? I’m not material
to run for office, I don’t like the limelight. I want to have this freedom we
are having now preserved. Olivia bumped into a young man- Michael Prescott
“Hello there” Prescott took Olivia’s hand, “my name is Michael” his voice was
pleasant “I’m very sorry about bumping into you, I was just thinking.” Olivia
looked up “my name is Olivia, that is very fine- I was thinking also… about
history.”
“History?”
Michael looked up, “as was I. I’m an intern at the Library of Congress going
through some artifacts and thinking ‘wow, I wish we could preserve these
freedoms the previous generations gave us’ but I’m not a political type, I’m no
Ryan Murray. What can I do?”
Olivia
looked at him “We can’t run for office, but we can encourage others to. We can
still help I believe.”
Michael
smiled; “even those who cannot vote can help, to get all the citizens
knowledgeable and having them contact our representatives to make sure they
listen!”
Olivia smiled; “I agree.”
Olivia smiled; “I agree.”
A young
lady stood on the capitol steps- her name was Elizabeth she was campaigning for
Carol Anne Paul. “I’m 7 years old, I can’t vote yet- but we all must do
whatever we could.” Olivia smiled and held up Elizabeth’s sign “there is hope”
Michael said with a smile, “all of the citizens are becoming aware.”
Olivia looked down on her watch; “I must go to
the senate chamber, for grandfather is ill in health as of lately and I want to
be there for him.”
Michael smiled; “Why certainly.”
Michael smiled; “Why certainly.”
Into the Light of Heaven
James Desmoulins
walked up the long senate hallway and into an ante-chamber. He was aging, the
senate lights were dimming. Desmoulins saw in the light the faces of his 80
years in public service. They had so many people, so many things to have
witnessed. Living through so many years of history, so many faces appeared and
were gone. Revolutions, Civil Wars and riots took their toll. The
revolutionaries were dead, but the spirit was still alive in heaven, their views
will always live on as well. He lived so long that he witnessed two entire
generations rise and fall. Desmoulins was a young man at the start of the
American Revolution. He witnessed the Boston Tea Party, the first spark of war,
the nullification crises, the Civil War and now his time was closing. Most of
the characters he knew and heard of were now in heaven, Desmoulins’s time was
nearing. James Desmoulins looked up and brushed aside a long piece of graying
brown hair. His sea green eyes looked around the lonely senate chamber. So quite, but these walls during time of
revolution were not this dismal. During revolutionary days these elegant marble
walls heard filibusters, these walls heard J’lay call to arms against England,
they heard Camhouille defend states rights and the rights of the people, these
walls heard late night whispers of the Committee on Safety, and these walls
heard fanatical Peter Saint-Just. These walls now we’re hearing peaceful
discussions, the fight for liberty was over and won- but not over
permanently. Desmoulins was growing weak and frail; eyes
remembered a finer time than this. He was nearing death, and it was time for a
new generation to take over and carry on his torch- those like Olivia, Matthew
and Elizabeth. This was the young people’s time; they were to take the torch. James
grasped the hand of an angel and what he saw was the thousands of patriots in
the past that created the history of these United States cheering him on. All
of them were at eternal peace but have accomplished their duty for the future
and for posterity. It was the future’s
turn to take his torch and through this dark era of American history, carry
America into the future. Onward to the 22nd century! The future was
full of uncertainty but one thing remained- their faith in God, the American
individualism nature and the lessons of history guiding the way to make America
a better place. Through the treacherous time when James Desmoulins stood up to
King Arnold and demanded our rights shall be free, Young Charity Jacobsen at
the beginning of the century watching young gentlemen dump goods into the
harbor, America watching in horror and interest as young Julie Rospierre
shouted ‘to arms!’ , idealistic Caroline Camhouille standing on the table of a café defying the
popular Andrew Dickinson, J’lay and Murray working out compromises into the
early hours of the morning, Pazo firing the shot on Fort Sumter, Andrew Millson’s
victory, Saint-Just riding heroically through the lines of the Civil War and
saving a young girl before he also perished, thousands of other countless
citizens mentioned in this history were also there. Desmoulins saw the millions
of patriots including those from his own life who passed on inviting him to
follow them to heaven- all of those from the revolutionary way except for King
Arnold, Rospierre who was saved at the last minutes of her life showing it is
not goodness that gets somebody to heaven but grace alone, Camhouille, J’lay,
Murray, Celeste, everybody except Van Fordley that he remembers from the
compromise days, Saint-Just was in heaven, Millson, Sumner, Pulaski, Rospierre
and others. More faces then he could name, the list given is only a few. Desmoulins’
beliefs and testimony have helped so many. Desmoulins remembered those days when
all of these figures lived on earth. Those were the times of tragedy, idealism,
innocence and hope. They will have victories and defeats, but things are
looking better. Liberty, equality and justice- these words were echoed by many
characters these words may not win the day, but they will win in eternity. For
Christ may have gave us liberty through his blood, but he also gave us a world
to change and improve. Only the heavenly kingdom will be perfect, but shouldn’t
humans strive to make their temporary home better? “Citizens!” As Senator Camhouille
would have shouted with her strong lungs “we are needed!” The fight between
liberty and tyranny is everlasting, but liberty shall win in the end. Will we
stand with Camhouille and the others? Or shall we become Van Fordleys? America
will always strive to be that shining light, even during the sad times our
heads were held high towards the future’s light. For nothing would break the
heart of this story other than having apathetic citizens who do not realize
their rights are being taken away, until the last one is gone.
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