It’s April 14, and on this day in 1865 Abraham Lincoln was assassinated at Ford’s Theater. His death the next morning stunned a nation that was still in the euphoria of Lee’s surrender to Grant less than a week earlier at Appomattox Court House.
Because we know how the story ended, it’s hard for us to appreciate what it must have been like to be stuck there in the middle of it. Lee had already concluded before Appomattox that the Confederacy could not win, and Richmond had already fallen, but the Confederacy still had armies in the field and their orders from Jefferson Davis were to keep fighting. And fight they did — one of the armies kept fighting until June. Prolonged guerilla fighting was the scenario favored by Davis, and it was a very real possibility.
Many in the north favored harsh terms for the south anyway, and needed little encouragement. Fortunately, Lincoln’s almost obsessive insistence on doing everything possible to promote post-war reconciliation with the south was well known to men like Grant and Sherman, and they continued to carry out his vision even after his death. Without the powerful moral authority of his memory, things might have turned out much worse.
With gratitude for the life of Abraham Lincoln, we observe the occasion with a trip to the Poetry Corner, to reacquaint ourselves with Walt Whitman’s reflections on Lincoln’s death. Read the rest of this entry »