Love and War: Stories of the Mexican American War
Chapter 40: Politics Is My Battlefield
The President’s eyes flickered as he read the report laid upon his desk, almost obsessive in ensuring every word was properly and correctly understood, other than the quick movement of his pupils he remained motionless and expressionless. It was news of a battle in a small village within miles of the eastern Rio Grande River, the battle had been won for the US, but at a cost of a hundred men. The only other man in the room was an uneasy looking Colonel Jonathan Davis, Secretary of the South and head of the Southern Nationalist Party. One would assume the two men would be great political enemies, however the two had no problem expressing and benefiting from the support they offered each other politically. The reason Davis was uncomfortable and perhaps in part angry was more a personal, and perhaps spiritual one.
“John, may I ask you a most blunt question?” Davis said in faster speech than was normal for him, to which he was replied with a slight nod from Cameron, “I’ve seen you hear of the deaths of over a thousand men, and your response is consistently cold and distant, more so than on any other political issue. These are soldiers under your command and protection and you show no emotion at their perish.”
Cameron sighed, closed the report and drank the slight remainder in his glass of whisky, “Davis I respect you. You know that. I wouldn’t have appointed you to your position if I didn’t respect you. You ran as President, but I honestly don’t think you could do the job. True while it may be that I show no emotion, but for every dead American I feel a little piece of my consciousness occupied, I feel a shiver run through my body whole and I wish it were I in his place, I feel as if I have completely fail in my duties as commander-in-chief. Do you honestly think anybody could exercise this office during wartime without suppressing that? The burden would destroy them in a month, they’d become emotional while making fundamentally important decisions and we all know a decision made on the basis of strong emotion is more often than not the wrong one. I and any other human would make mistakes, and in this position you can’t make mistakes.”
“But you get emotional about slavery!”
“No, I get idealistic. A decent man of any ideology would act as I do. You’re a Colonel, if your soldiers, your friends, your comrades died on the field of battle alongside you, would you get emotional?”
“No.”
“Politics is my battlefield.”
There was silence in the room for a brief moment before Davis would again present a question which he had been wanting to ask Cameron for many months:
“On the issue of slavery, me and my colleagues wish for you support a bill......preventing any abolitionist laws from being proposed.”
“What would be the point in that?”
“I thought I explained adequately.”
“I do not question your description I question its purpose. I’ve already maintained that Congress doesn’t have the constitutional authority to pass an abolitionist bill. It would require a constitutional amendment, and even if I was prepared to propose such an amendment, which I am not willing to do at this time, it would never pass.”
“We both know that.”
“So it’s symbolism you want?”
“Cynical way of putting it.”
“Honest way of putting it,” Cameron remarked bluntly, before pausing to think as he lied back in his chair, “you can have your bill.”
Davis thanked the President for his support, or concession as his political rivals may have put it. Indeed Cameron knew that abolitionist Whigs would attempt to tear him to pieces over this legislation, all for the sake of symbolism. He poured himself another glass of whisky and uttered;
“Slavery shall be the death of me I swear.”