Instead
of dates and treaties, we should emphasize drama. Herewith a few sidelights
from the big pageant:
Christopher
Columbus had a brother. Bartolomeo Columbus was an accomplished mapmaker
who crossed the Atlantic several times and ultimately became Governor of
Hispaniola.
As
revolutions go, the American one was relatively benign in its aftermath.
This is especially true in comparison to the later bloody aftermath in France.
In America, the losing Tories either immigrated to British Canada or simply
stayed where they were and became Americans. Recriminations were relatively
rare.
The 1815 Battle of Waterloo, victoriously
generaled by the Duke of Wellington, was not exclusively a British victory.
It required a combined force of British, Prussians, Austrians and Russians to
finally suppress Bonaparte.
During the Civil War, Irish immigrants just
off the board were regularly impressed into the Union Army. Customs Officer
One: “Congratulations, you’re a US citizen. Move along.” Customs Officer Two:
“Congratulations, you’re a private in the US Army. Go fight for your country.”
Abe Lincoln was not above political
image-making. At the 1860 nominating convention in Chicago, Lincoln
operatives handed out rail-splitter lapel pins.
President
Theodore Roosevelt did not get along with Winston Churchill. The two were
in many ways alike. Both were described as “imperial, bold and prolific.” They
met on several occasions and simply didn’t hit it off. With Franklin (Teddy’s
cousin) and Winston, as we know, things were better.
Charles
Lindbergh was not the first man to fly the Atlantic. A pair of Britishers,
Alcock and Brown, had done it east to west in 1919. Lindbergh was the first to
do it solo, and Lindy’s jaunt, while brave, was something of a stunt.
In 1941, before Pearl Harbor, 80 percent of
Americans did not want to go to war against Germany and Japan. The isolationist
movement in America was strong. It took Pearl Harbor to alter American thinking
toward the inevitability of war.
Teddy Roosevelt’s son was a combat general
in World War II. Teddy Roosevelt, Jr., 57, a Brigadier General, led troops
onto Utah Beach during D-Day. He was a wiry little guy with a fibrillating
heart whose presence on the beach, under fire, had a stabilizing influence so
profound that when his heart gave out days later he was posthumously awarded
the Medal of Honor.
The
authors of historical fiction have a point: history is the narrative of
courage, the seedbed of romance. I can’t let it go. It would be like ignoring
life itself.
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