A Night In New Orleans: Fill & Download for Free

Wow, this question burst the memory dam for me. Walk with me for a short while and see if your question is fairly addressed.This begins in the year 1980, the year reality was shattered for my relatively young mother of four. I was 8 years old. My father was now gone and by the time I was 9 I believed that it would have been far better to have lost him to a tragic death than what befell us all.To be sure, it never got better for us. Never.I remember the house was poorly lit, grey and uncomfortably still, as usual. Emotions were a terrible and vindictive warden and an insidious temptation to trigger my tortured mother’s cruel attention. (To be clear, I know full well that she was broken and not due to her own design or choices. Yet, the remaining 10 years of my childhood did unfold in this awful reality of hers … ours).Again, and again, and again she would repeat these sad songs with prominent themes of tragic and romantic death. Just pain, upon pain, upon pain. Lost, despairing, and hopeless. My heart broke for her, shattered. I was so scared that nothing was going to be O.K. ever again, not even in my own adulthood; that we were all fundamentally afflicted.This is the song that I heard again and again that dreary grey day, and so many others; a song that is bound tightly to the question you asked in the most unlikely and remarkable way. [This odd connection of memories and lessons never would have occurred to me if I hadn’t had seen your Quora inquiry.]Rocky by Dickey Lee“Alone until my eighteenth year, we met four springs agoShe was shy and had a fear, of things she did not knowBut we got it on together in such a super wayWe held each other close at night, and traded dreams each dayShe said Rocky I've never been in love before, don't know if I can do itBut if you let me lean on you take my hand I might get through it, through itI said baby, oh sweet baby it's love that sets us freeAnd God knows if the world should end your love is safe with meWe found an old grey house, and you would not believe the wayWe worked at night to fix it up, took classes in the dayPainting walls and sipping wine, sleeping on the floorWith so much love with just too, soon we found there'd be one moreAnd she said Rocky I've never had a baby before, don't know if I can do itBut if you let me lean on you, take my hand I might get through it, through itI said baby, oh sweet baby it's love that sets us free,and God knows if the word should end your love is save with me.We had lots of problems then, but we had lots of funLike the birthday party, when our baby girl turned oneI was proud and satisfied, life had so much to giveTill the day they told me that she didn't have long to liveShe said Rocky I never had to die before don't know if I can do itNow it's back to two again my little girl and IWho looks so much like her sweet mother, sometimes that makes me cryI sleep alone at nights again, I walk alone each dayAnd sometimes when I'm about to give in, I hear her sweet voice say to meRocky you know you've been alone before, you know you can do itBut if you'd like to lean on me, take my hand I'll help you through it, through it.I said baby, oh sweet baby it's love that sets us freeAnd God knows if the world should end, your love is safe with meShe said Rocky you know you've been alone before...”My mother was so lost, that she seemed to equate her existence with us as a tragic death. But, she did not die.At 14 I was removed from my home, made a Ward of the State and went down a very, very rough path until my mid-20’s. The state emancipated me shortly before I turned 18 and I already had a 2 year old daughter.I’d been expelled from 2 high schools, completed just 1 semester of high school, and was arrested as an adult twice within 3 months of turning 18. My daughter lived with her mother, grandmother, and a couple of aunts who wanted nothing more in life than for me to just not exist. I couldn’t visit my little girl.Things looked grim and my plans were far … grimmer. My siblings were in varying degrees of similar suffering.Then there was that breakthrough moment: I knew darned well that my parents had screwed it all up! We were broken disasters because of how poorly they did!!!But, at 18 it then occurred to me “How dare I do as poorly for my daughter?”This singular thought changed numerous (if not countless) lives; mine being possibly the least important of all of those impacted. Mine had nearly been thrown away, anyhow.I sought help from an old school counselor for a life plan, and subsequently took the military entrance exam, scoring 98th percentile.When I received a letter from the Navy asking me to consider the nuclear program, I began to think that I should just try to go to college. So, I took the G.E.D. (again scoring 98th percentile) and then the SAT (got a respectable score, but can’t recall the percentile I fell within). I was able to enter a satellite location of Purdue.I began day visits and supervised visits with my 3 year old daughter. I lived in some really awful housing situations and maintained 3 part time jobs to get by.Over my first 3 semesters I earned honors and then transferred to the main campus at West Lafayette. I still worked, attended classes and, FINALLY, I began picking up my 5 year old daughter from the Chicago area for weekend visitations down at Purdue (driving about 2 hours each ways at the beginning and end of the weekend, ugh, those were long days). The next year I began taking her for extended, holiday break visitations, and ultimately for a couple of months in the summers.She even sat through classes with me at Purdue, and later at IU Law School (she’s now 30, with a 13 yr old daughter of her own, and tells me that these are formative memories for her and, from her own introspection, her time with me on campus has played a significant role in shaping her approach to many things).I used my electives to double major and minor and pledged a major fraternity. I took my time with this dream life that I found myself living in, and after a total of 5 ½ years I was a college graduate and remarkably enjoying a solid relationship with my, then, 9 year old little girl.My life had certainly changed. Everything had, and thank goodness!!I decided to go to law school and self-prepared for the LSAT and did remarkably well on it. So, I was off to New Orleans to begin Law School.Wait, WAIT!!! Hold on a quick second there.After a horrible break up with a long term girlfriend, and while I swore off women for the time being … I met a girl.More specifically, my friend dragged me out one night and after 3 or so other stops we crashed the party of a completely adorable, bobbed-haired, “sporty-spice” pre-med junior. It was 4 months before I was to move 1,000 miles away for law school, but this girl electrified me.Four days later we went on our first date, then never spent life apart again (that was almost exactly 21 years ago). We were inseparable.She accepted my unconventional, nontraditional past, and my daughter who was just 10 years younger than she was, of a different culture (urban Southside Chicago), and race.This girl came from “the other side of the tracks”.At the end of that summer, she drove down to drop me off at law school and then fly back to Indiana. But, neither of us could bear it.We knew that 4 months was likely not enough time for a strong enough base to survive the distance and academic rigors that would stress us over the next year. So, we delayed her flight.Delayed it again.Then, we began to talk crazy stuff. We went to the Tulane admissions office … GOT HER ACCEPTED. Found an apartment, even a local bank where she could receive deposits (yeah, she had supportive parents).THEN we called her parents.LOL!!!! C.R.A.Z.Y.!!!!!!!The ONLY reason this succeeded was because her parents had, quite sadly, divorced the year before and neither one was willing to stress their relationship with their oldest child after all of that trauma.We continued to breathlessly fight against anything that opposed us being together. Again and again we moved and restructured our work, education, and training to stay together. We continued to push each other upwards.Through it all, though, she absolutely stunned me with her uncertainty … fear … of new things, although she always succeeded and was well liked.Again, and again I found myself bemused and confused by her self-doubt, it was almost difficult for me to take it seriously, but the painful uncertainty was dead serious to her. She almost didn’t go to medical school, then almost ran away from pursuing surgical training. It was every bit the essence of the lyrics in that damned Dickey Lee song! Truly!I don’t remember making that lyrical connection at that time though.Yet, there I was. Always with her and always believing in her; and so, ultimately, she did every single thing that she had dreamed. So did I.And my relationship with my daughter deepened.That “uncertain”, sporty-spice girl and I married about 3 years after we met. We had already lived together as a single unit (emotionally, financially, etc.) for years before getting married.Together we accomplished the remainder of her pre-med requirements, my law school, her medical school, 2 surgical fellowships (for sub-specialization), owned a couple of mildly profitable businesses, traveled to several countries, obtained a couple levels of YMCA SCUBA certification and had some truly exotic dives (Bora Bora was one of the absolute best), skydived together, hiked, camped, kayaked, ate what we wanted, did everything that we wanted …Oh, WAIT. There’s THAT. That thing that we weren’t doing that she certainly wanted.Since she can remember (four yrs old, maybe) my wife has always dreamed of being a wife and mother (around 6 or so, she added in doctor). But, there we were. Childless. And all because of me.I held it off, and held it off. I wanted to finish my obligations to my existing daughter and not complicate an already complex non-custodial parenting landscape. I had actually intended to not marry until she was over 18.[For those who’ve never committed 18 – 21 years to a noncustodial parenting dynamic, let me say, that non custodial is EVERY BIT as much parenting as custodial if done deliberately and sacrificially. The challenges are actually far, FAR more painful and taxing that full 24/7 custodial parenting – I have significant experience in each].Well, I held off making babies with my wife until my pre-marital daughter turned 21 (the age that the custody/visitation/child support Order ran until) and my wife was completing the end of all of her surgical training.And … I wanted to hold it off just a little longer, so I told my wife that until her post-training employment was certain, no conception (I knew where I was working, but I needed to know if we were moving again, if I was going to have to take the Bar Exam in a 3rd state, if I was going to be going back into business for myself or seeking employment, etc. Hey, it was practical stuff!).ASTOUNDINGLY, she cemented her employment with a group in the same city as my firm, and we attended a dinner with the partners and spouses to see how it all felt the same month my daughter turned 21.She beamed. And beamed. And beamed.It was time.There were no more obstacles, no more delays, no more metrics or contingencies. She flew back to Chicago and, the month after my daughter turned 21 years old, we began our efforts to conceive as all normal couples do.You know, thermometers, calculators, calendars, oh, and flight schedules. We had to fly each other, at just the right times, back and forth between Chicago and the east coast for this hilarious and exhilarating and amazing and delightful and totally fun endeavor.We were having a blast with it.She was just perfect! Her energy, our closeness, our unity of purpose.And there it was, one day. All indicators that she monitored suggested we should home test for pregnancy.So, at our next nightly Skype session (oh how Skype was a true blessing during that final year of Residency when she was 1,000 miles away) we tested. POSITIVE!!! And oh boy was it; like immediate and strong result.We’d done it!!! We’d done all of it!!! Pulled every bit of it off, to the “T”, on our terms and on our timeline and missed nothing and lost nothing with all the effort!!!!!!Elation, relief, tearful, adoring, exuberant, joyous outpouring of love for one another. We stared at each other, numb and happy. And this just continued and continued.We announced it, as every happy couple does, at 12 weeks.We lost that baby.Devastation.Silence.Fear.Numbness.Disbelief.Distance … palpable distance. The 1,000 miles kept me from holding her. Skype sessions became primarily weeping and silence.A bomb went off in my heart. In my soul.Did my past rob this amazing woman of motherhood because of my damned delays!? Did I do this?Was I too old (I was nearing 40), had we stressed our bodies too much? Had I damaged my body with alcohol or substance abuse (together we quit drinking, entirely in 2004 – 6 years before attempting to conceive, but before that, I had chronic hangovers from abusing alcohol)?I thought of all the bullets I had dodged, all the odds that I’d beaten. Had I run out of “luck” was this the price for this amazing life, this amazing wife?Mostly I wondered “did I fail to lead as I should have? Did my leadership take motherhood from her?”I was devastated. I would always have my daughter, but what would that be like for my wife who had always, always wanted to be a mom and was not mom to the sole daughter of her own husband?And I knew that she harbored ALL of the same fears also – heck, that uncertainty was her nature in the first place.It drug on and on, and then our disunity ached. Deeply. So, we came back together in conversations about loneliness. About the hurt of losing our baby. About fearing trying again in case it only confirmed our fears.Just 2 months later, we agreed we were going to try again.We were both silently terrified.I flew back into Chicago. She picked me up looking perfect. Yet, her eyes were reserved.I was terrified and it occurred to me, from a practical standpoint, that I might actually disappoint her. So, I punted. I mentioned how the trip, after working all day, had really taxed me and I felt unclean after sitting in coach, etc.She accepted that like I was handing her a gift card to Ruth’s Chris, with diplomacy, but clearly pleased with the offering.I knew what she was doing, she was scared to try again and letting me make excuses so that we wouldn’t.THAT had never happened before with her uncertainty. I never suffered it alongside of her or EVER enabled her in it. I was ashamed and frustrated. Even less confident that I could perform if I simply said that we had to get back on the horse right then.So, I began talking (it’s what I do). Talking about what she was doing with her tendencies … but, how I was doing that with her.We had such and outpouring of pain and fear and uncertainty and loss between us that both our heads were just numb at the end. By that time were sitting on her bed, in her Oak Park apartment with the beautiful view of downtown Chicago, and it was silent.My head buzzed. So, I said I’d take a shower and we could get ready to meet my sister for dinner and just rest that night and see how we felt the next day.But, that’s all it took. Rejuvenated by the shower, unified by our discussion, and determined to not let her run away from a personal challenge, I returned to the bedroom and she was very responsive.Later she told me that the weekend actually wasn’t optimally timed for conception, but she really just needed to return to closeness with me. I told her that I wasn’t on the clock for that one anyway, I just needed to be back with her. We hadn’t been intimate since losing our child.The rest of the weekend, we actually were too busy to follow up in that fashion, but we were strong again, filled up, unified, when I flew back to the coast.That was all it took. We were pregnant again!!!!!Oh, and this one took!! Boy did it. We now have the most amazing 8 year old girl that I could talk about for days and days and days and days – in fact, I do.But, let’s back up a sec.I’ve provided this level of intimate detail from my experience with my own failed parents, my own non-custodial experience (generally described), and the focused effort of my wife and I to become parents after so much time and experience with no kids.I have given explicit details of the effort to actually create our own child so that I can best communicate how astounding this next fact is, and so that the reader can fully understand just how this simple initial Quora query connected so many things from my life in a way that I’d never really connected before; a series of connections that I believe expressly answer the initial posted question.We were certainly overjoyed at the pregnancy, but with great reservation and a generous amount of terror for the first several months. The pain was just too much to endure again. We’d gone through a lot in our many years together, but the pain of losing that tiny human life, our child, in her womb was more exquisite than anything else. Looking back, I suppose that I wouldn’t have wanted it to not hurt that badly. It would mean something crucial in her existence was not … fully connected.Once we were quite comfortable that this was a healthy pregnancy we kicked it into overdrive. I actually nested like an Olympic champion of nesting – I bought us a gorgeous house that my wife never even had a chance to step into before moving in (but, she absolutely loved it). We did do a Skype session during one of my walk throughs, though.We were planning room colors, locking down agreements about how we’d determine a name, etc., etc.Then my wife said it. Just what you asked.“Jim, I’m scared. Is having a baby going to change everything?”It was one of the strangest emotional reactions that I’d ever had. I was incredulous. Almost giddy. Part of me wanted to blow it off, it was so silly.Yet, it felt so heavy. A huge shadow passed over my countenance for a moment. This tapped into … my mother.How immense was this thing that we were doing? My mother broke. She didn’t plan to fail us, but she did in extraordinary fashion.My wife was following my leadership in a very literal way and I was suddenly very uncertain of myself. This uncertainty was legitimate, yet too late.I loved this woman, I believed in her, I’d improve anything for her, I’d work, build, grow, change, plan, pursue, commit to … anything. But, would I be enough?I was enough all these years for us. We were enough for each other. We succeeded greatly in that way.Is having a baby going to change everything???Then the shadow was eradicated by the most powerful light, and that came in the truth of what had already transpired with regards to parenting.I loved my daughter and she loved me! It didn’t have to be that way, but my fight and her heart, and our togetherness, and the life we walked with each other made that the very unique and special thing that it was and …my toddler daughter’s existence had saved me, in a very real way, and even made possible this reality that I lived in and this conversation with this amazing wife that I was having;AND my “mere” non-custodial parenting saved my daughter as well (I now know this even more certainly today than I did at that moment in my conversation with my wife almost 9 years ago).My doubts were demolished, eradicated. I was filled with certainty and purpose.I knew that YES!!! HAVING A CHILD IS GOING TO CHANGE ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING!!!!!And despite all the amazing things we’ve done and seen, these changes will be the most amazing, and most important and all the changes are what we should be chasing!!!And that’s what I told her, with tears in my eyes, passion and certainty in my voice, and that’s what I’ve shown her for over 8 years of parenting our daughter;And our son;And our other daughter;And our other son.She is NOT this broken mother that I knew. She is, somewhat that questioning character in that damned Dickey Lee song, but her uncertainty is NOT tragic. Our romance is NOT tinged with tragedy. I am not fundamentally afflicted. Life has been completely challenging but so amazing because …having a child changed everything.(5 times for me now)I’d also like to mention that I came to know Christ after our 3rd child and that, similarly changed everything. I was a driven, ambitious, professional, devout atheist that was fine with us working and even sending our kids to expensive boarding schools if that provided them “the best opportunities”.I now stay home and homeschool these 4 amazing and brilliant kids; and 4 months ago we moved from the suburbs to nearly 50 acres of forest that we are beginning to turn to agriculture (doing chickens, goats, ducks, and crops while I clear pastures for future additional livestock and horses).You might recall, I was a disaster of a Chicago boy, now I’m a Christ Loving, homeschooling … quasi farmer????? Everything is changed, I clearly see all of the changes directly stemming from parenting … and I’m giddy about it!!!

They are all related to Yankee greed.“The Evening Post, the New York Tribune, and other anti-slavery journals in this city are discharging themselves of such a mass of special and minute information about the movements of slavers, and the activity of the slave trade in New York, New London, New Bedford and Boston, that it seems highly probable they are stockholders or secret agents in the business.These ports, in which the slavers are fitted out belong to the most rabid anti-slavery States, and there can be no doubt that the vessels are the property of the Republicans in those several places. The profits of the trade are so great that they can well afford to contribute a hundred thousand dollars or more towards the election of an anti-slavery President [Lincoln]. From lists published a short time ago In the Post and Tribune, it appeared that eighty-six* slavers had Sailed from this port and the other ports we have mentioned, and from other cases since reported, the number cannot be now far short of one hundred sail. The net proceeds on a cargo of five hundred slaves are at the lowest estimate $100,000, which is only an average profit of $200 per head. The sum of the profits of the “blackbird fleet” at one hundred vessels would therefore amount to ten millions of dollars, and this estimate makes an allowance of five million for expenses and losses.From facts and figures it is evident that it is a most profitable, prosperous business, and accordingly we are informed by the Post that steamships are about to give new activity to the traffic, and that they will be packed with some 3,000 negroes, whose aggregate prices would sum up about a million of dollars. One instance is mentioned by both our anti-slavery contemporaries, of 450 negroes being landed on the 30th of June from an American bark, and sold publicly in the streets of Trinidad at an average of $650 each. The gross proceeds of this cargo would be $292,500, which, for one hundred “blackbirds.” Would amount to upwards of twenty-nine millions of dollars, leaving a clear profit of from twenty to twenty-five million. It is added, in the Post, that the Governor of Trinidad received in this transaction $30,000 hush money.Now, it may be fairly asked, how those who are not implicated or interested in the trade themselves can be so well posted in this matter of bribery, or make up the lists of slavers which have appeared in their journals? How can they be so minutely informed of the names of the vessels, their captains, the ports from which they have sailed, the number of slaves they land, the prices received for them, and the “hush money” to corrupt Governors, unless they are secret partners in the trade? If they are possessed of all this information, they must have known of the fitting out of every vessel before she sailed. Why did they not give information to the authorities before the bird had flown, unless they had an interest in concealing her flight till it was too late. Once these ships bare made their voyages and landed their cargoes, and the owners have realized fortunes, they or their agents may then inform the public that such operations were made, the legal evidence against those concerned being no longer in existence.They can thus afford to be severe in their denunciations of the slave traffic, and call it “infernal,” having the prices of the Africans in their pockets, or snugly deposited to their credit in banks, and they can also afford to bleed copiously for the purchase of campaign documents to secure the election of Old Abe Lincoln. Like sleek Joseph Surface, in the “School for Scandal,” who zealously preached up sentiments of morality to his wild brother Charles at the very moment that he had Sir Peter Teazle’s wife concealed for a criminal purpose in his room, the anti-slavery loaders are most enthusiastic against the slave traffic at the very time that they are enjoying its profits and doing a thriving business In human flesh.”Jim Crow Laws were imposed on the South to supply Massachusetts Mill's with cotton DURING the Civil War by the Union Army. The most egregious lie told about Reconstruction is that Jim Crow was created by resurgent Confederates to suppress and dominate Black people. A close examination shows this not only to be incorrect, but almost diametrically the opposite of what really happened.From "Civil War in Louisiana" by WintersUS Treasury Agent George Denison who earlier accused US General Banks of "re-instituting Slavery" reported that the delegates to the Unionist Constitutional Convention in 1864, "were making fools of themselves" in reference to voting themselves salaries and budgets, but also reported, "Prejudice against the colored people is exhibited continually-prejudice bitter and vulgar" and the whole policy respecting the Colored People is ungenerous and unjust." They did not even abolish slavery.Superintendent of the of the Freedmen's Bureau Thomas W Conway in Louisiana reported to US General Hurlbut in charge of Civilian affairs (after being removed in Memphis for his mishandling of military affairs in Tennessee, particularly at Ft Pillow) that the Bureau that there had been 1500 "Plantations under cultivation under military orders" and 50K Freedmen on the Plantations "managed by the Bureau." He further reported he, "found it necessary...in order secure payment of wages, to make seizures either of produce or other property" He seized over $22K.The Superintendent reported that the "Old Planters,...pd more promptly, more justly and apparently with more willingness, than the Lessees from other parts of the country." Governor Hahn,who instituted laws that prohibited Blacks from Voting, was elected to the US Senate and was replaced by Lt Governor J. Madison Wells in March 65, who promptly earned the enmity of US General Banks (Massachusetts) by appointing Southerners to office, Banks complained bitterly to Washington, but US General E.S. Canby, now in full military command replaced Banks and sided with Wells, because the Scalawags caused him less problem than the Carpet Baggers.Hulburt issued orders Feb 4 1865 that "All Freedmen being care for by the Government, who were able to work, be forced to sign labor contracts" All Labor contracts were to be supervised by the Freedmen's Bureau or his agents. The Lessees complained about the regulations and "Red Tape" taking up too much of their time "negotiating labor contracts" with Federal Agents" but "part of the delay was occasioned by the fact that the Negroes were dissatisfied with the payments of the last yr." On April 14th 1865 Alexander Pugh wrote, "I have agreed with the Negros today to pay them monthly, It was very distasteful to me, but i could do no better."Besides admitting to Orville Browning that the Blacks were not receiving the "desired benefit of Union occupation, " Lincoln was terribly concerned with the state of affairs in Louisiana and wrote General Canby, “Frequent complaints are made to me that persons endeavoring to bring in cotton in strict accordance with the trade regulations of the Treasury Department, are frustrated by seizures of District Attorneys, Marshals, Provost-Marshals and others, on various pretenses, I wish, if you can find time, you would look into this matter within your Department, and finding these abuses to exist, break them up, if in your power, so that fair dealing under the regulations, can proceed.”General Canby and Superintendent Conway did an excellent job trying to be fair to all, but Canby was removed in 1866, and there was little Conway could do alone with the dozen or so teachers who remained. Northern economic considerations trumped Black suffrage in the South, Jim Crow was born in a Massachusetts Cotton Mill."Reconstruction in Mississippi, 1865-1876"By Jason Phillips.This angry article is typical of the nonsense we read condemning the Ex-Confederates, but he slipped up and included this, without explaining it was AFTER the Unionist Government was enacted."In 1865 deep prejudice appeared in Mississippi’s notorious Black Codes enacted in late November by the newly elected Mississippi Legislature. One of the first necessities of Reconstruction was to define the legal status of former slaves. Instead of embracing change Mississippi passed the first and most extreme Black Codes, laws meant to replicate slavery as much as possible. The codes used “vagrancy” laws to control the traffic of black people and punished them for any breach of Old South etiquette.""Louisiana's Black Heritage" we learnthe American Missionary Society sent 20 teachers for the 50K Freedmen.Union General Banks promised to assist the 20 teachers, but reneged on his promises. The Gens de Couleur Libres provided the vast majority of what little education the Freedmen received.Lincoln led Republicans controlled both houses of the 37th Congress. One of their select committees was the “Committee on Emancipation and Colonization.” The following resolution from that committee explains exactly what motivated Northern “anti-slavery.” Anti-slavery meant nothing more than “anti-black;” and to rid the country of an “inferior race” to prevent amalgamation. It was this kind of immoral racism that led to Southern secession in the first place. Is it any wonder that the MISSISSIPPI Declaration of Secession laments that the North “seeks not to elevate or to support the slave, but to destroy his present condition without providing a better.” If this is why the South was “pro-slavery,” in order to protect their black neighbors from Northern racism, what else are we not being told about the cause of secession and war?37th Congess.No. 148. REPORT OF THE SELECT COMMITTEE ON EMANCIPATION AND COLONIZATION,In the House of Resentatives, July 16, 1862:“It is useless, now, to enter upon any philosophical inquiry whether nature has or has not made the negro inferior to the Caucasian. The belief is indelibly fixed upon the public mind that such inequality does exist. There are irreconcilable differences between the two races which separate them,as with a wall of fire. The home for the African must not be within the limits of the present territory of the Union. The Anglo- American looks upon every acre of our present domain as intended for him, and not for the negro. A home, therefore, must be sought for the African beyond our own limits and in those warmer regions to which his constitution is better adapted than to our own climate,and which doubtless the Almighty intended the colored races should inhabit and cultivate.Much of the objection to emancipation arises from the opposition of a large portion of our people to the intermixture of the races, and from the association of white and black labor. The committee would do nothing to favor such a policy; apart from the antipathy which nature has ordained, the presence of a race among us who cannot, and ought not to be admitted to our social and political privileges, will be a perpetual source of injury and inquietude to both. This is a question of color, and is unaffected by the relation of master and slave.The introduction of the negro, whether bond or free, into the same field of labor with the white man, is the opprobrium of the latter... We wish to disabuse our laboring countrymen, and the whole Caucasian race who may seek a home here, of this error... The committee conclude that the highest interests of the white race, whether Anglo-Saxon, Celt, or Scandinavian, require that the whole country should be held and occupied by those races.”General Lee exclaimed:"The best men in the South have long desired to do away with the institution of slavery, and are quite willing to see it abolished. UNLESS SOME HUMANE COURSE, BASED ON WISDOM AND CHRISTIAN PRINCIPLES IS ADOPTED, you do them great injustice in setting them free.”CSA Governor Henry W Allen Jan 1865"To the English philanthropist who professes to feel so much for the slave, I would say, come and see the sad and cruel workings the scheme.--Come and see the negro in the hands of his Yankee liberators. See the utter degradation--the ragged want--the squalid poverty. These false, pretended friends treat him with criminal neglect. William H. Wilder, He says the negroes have died like sheep with the rot. In the Parish of Iberville, out of six hundred and ten slaves, three hundred and ten have perished. Tiger Island, at Berwicks Bay, is one solid grave yard. At New Orleans, Thibodaux, Donaldsonville, Plaquemine, Baton Rouge, Port Hudson, Morganza, Vidalia, Young's Point and Goodrich's Landing, the acres of the silent dead will ever be the monuments of Yankee cruelty to these unhappy wretches. Under published orders from General Banks, The men on plantations were to be paid from six to eight dollars per month, In these orders the poor creatures after being promised this miserable pittance, were bound by every catch and saving clause that a lawyer could invent. For every disobedience their wages were docked. For every absence from labor they were again docked. In the hands of the grasping Yankee overseer, the oppressed slave has been forced to toil free of cost to his new master. I saw a half-starved slave who had escaped from one of the Yankee plantations, he said "that he had worked hard for the Yankees for six long months--that they had 'dockered' him all the time, and had never paid him one cent!" The negro has only changed masters, and very much for the worse! And now, without present reward or hope for the future, he is dying in misery and want. Look at this picture ye negro worshippers, and weep, if you have tears to shed over the poor down-trodden murdered children of Africa."On November 27 1864 Colonel Chivington attacked Chief Black Kettle’s lodges on the Sand Creek in present day Colorado. The Cheyenne thought they were at peace under a treaty agreement and were unprepared. Chivington responded to queries about the children should be treated with, “Damn any man who sympathized with Indians… I have come to kill Indians and believe it is right honorable to use any means under God’s heaven to kill Indians…Kill and scalp all, big and little, Nits make Lice.”FORT LYON, COLO. TER., January 16, 1865.Personally appeared before me Lieutenant James D. Cannon, First New Mexico Volunteer Infantry, who, after being duly sworn, says:That on the 28th day of November, 1864, I was ordered by Major Scott J. Anthony to accompany him on an Indian expedition as his battalion adjutant. The object of that expedition was to be a thorough campaign against hostile Indians, as I was led to understand. I referred to the fact of there being a friendly camp of Indians in the immediate neighborhood, and remonstrated against simply attacking that camp, as I was aware that they were resting there in fancied security under promises held out to them of safety from Major E. W. Wynkoop, former commander of the post at Fort Lyon, as well as by Major S. J. Anthony, then in command. Our battalion was attached to the command of Colonel J. M. Chivington, and left Fort Lyon on the night of the 28th of November, 1864. About daybreak on the morning of the 29th of November we came in sight of the camp of the friendly Indians aforementioned, and was ordered by Colonel Chivington to attack the same, which was accordingly done. The command of Colonel Chivington was composed of about 1,000 men. The village of the Indians consisted of from 100 to 130 lodges, and, as far as I am able to judge, of from 500 to 600 souls, the majority of which were women and children. In going over the battle-ground next day I did not see a body of man, woman, or child but was scalped, and in many instances their bodies were mutilated in the most horrible manner--men, women, and children's privates cut out, &c. I heard one man say that he had cut a woman's private parts out, and had them for exhibition on a stick. I heard another man say that he had cut the fingers off of an Indian to get the rings on the hand. According to the best of my knowledge and belief, these atrocities that were committed were with the knowledge of J. M. Chivington, and I do not know of him taking any measures to prevent them. I heard of one instance of a child a few months' old being thrown in the feed-box of a wagon, and after being carried some distance left on the ground to perish. I also heard of numberless instances in which men had cut out the private parts of females and stretched them over the saddle bows, and wore them over their hats while riding in the ranks. All these matters were a subject of general conversation, and could not help being known by Colonel J. M. Chivington.JAMES D. CANNON,First Lieutenant, First Infantry, New Mexico Volunteers.Sworn and subscribed to before me this 27th day of January 1865, at Fort Lyon, Colo. Ter.W. P. MINTON,Secretary of War Edwin Stanton's genocide policy against Native Americans and Blacks became the model for the Final Solution. One million Freedmen starved to death under Union Contraband policy before Confederates were allowed to vote. See “Sick From Freedom” by Downs.Hitler wrote glowingly about Lincoln in Mien Kampf not Davis.Robber Barons are generally defined as ruthless, unscrupulous and immoral industrialists and financiers who exploited resources and corrupted Government during later part of 19th Century. They are known for creating Monopolies in America and an international empire for the Nation. Jack Beatty's "Age of Betrayal" in the best in-depth study of the social consequences of the political and economic development of the Robber Baron Oligarchy from the end of the Civil War to WW I. Beatty credits Jay Gould with being the archetype. He did deal in Senate Seats like a Used Car Salesman does his merchandise, and Grant's first act as President was a gold market deal with him, but Gould was working in a system created in New York Union Club in 1840s.This exclusive all W.A.S.P. Men's Club was symbolic of the transfer from State political domination objectives of the earlier Philadelphia and Boston Clubs, to achieving their goals through controlling Federal economic policy. New York Harbor connected more easily with the growing Ohio Valley than New England and infrastructure development was having interstate legal issues.Clearly they believed, with justification, that Washington had to assume greater responsibility for regulating interstate projects and set out to increase their political influence to that end. Hence "Union" in their connotation meant united for "Manifest Destiny." This is not intentionally Evil, but the hubris that came with the realization of their goals certainly led to callous contempt for traditional Christian values and even for Religion generally and the results were evil.Industrialisation did not come from any new mechanical or agricultural techniques, most "innovations" were known from Roman Times. Advances in risk management mathematics for investors, allowed for growth and expansion of Corporations and particularly the insurance companies.The Dutch East India Company was the first corporation and among its more lucrative pursuits was the Atlantic Triangle Trade of Rum, Sugar and Slaves. None brought more Slaves to the American Colonies.Yale University was established by Slave shipping profits and named after the head of the DEIC. Here I think we have the Robber Baron archetype. We certainly find the institution that bound later generations of Robber Barons with its espousal of Social Darwinism and the racial science of Eugenics.At the Union Club, Yale alum, Textile and RR industry leaders used wealth of the slave trade corporations to expand into Banking, as in the case of slave trading Brown Family of Brown Brothers-Harriman and Sugar Plantation owning Jacob Astor. Here Yale Alum, Barlow Family would instigate the Civil War with Cornelius Vanderbilt, who pd for Union expedition against NOLA, and with Samuel Barlow's law partner Edwin Stanton who convinced Buchanan to resist Secession. Barlow was Vanderbilt's attorney.Most think of Rockefeller, Carnegie And JP Morgan as the Great Robber Barons following in footsteps of Gould, but Yale showed the way for Brown, Barlow and Vanderbilt who were only emulated by the Founders of Standard Oil, US Steel and Wall Street Banks. Their excesses pale next to starting and exploiting the Civil War.Through Barlow and Greeley Press and Union League censorship of the rest, the Massachusetts Mills, Illinois RRs and NY Banks started the GOP, then the Civil War and lied about their motives every step of the way. But after Roosevelt stopped the Monopolies that grew during Reconstruction, the Yale affiliated industrialists would continue on and out do the earlier Robber Barons, in duplicity, by inspiring and motivating the Nazis with business agreements and loans.From earlier days of Robber Baron Oligarchy, a Yale graduate, Samuel Bush would work on the Industrial Boards to facilitate Robber Baron needs, his son Prescott would run Union Bank and help Hitler. Prescott's son ran Zapata Oil. But Yale Graduates don't run the Country anymore so apparently Robber Barons are extinct.