April 9, 1865: an ordinary day that became extraordinary
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“My family is American, and has been for generations, in all its branches, direct and collateral.”
— Opening statement of Ulysses S. Grant's "Personal Memoirs"
Ulysses S. Grant is among the greatest Americans who ever lived. He is an American giant.
One hundred and sixty years ago today, Grant accepted the surrender of Robert E. Lee and the Confederate Army. April 9, 1865, was among the most momentous days in American history.
Today, remember the men who tried to destroy the Union, and remember the men and women who saved it.
No living American has any right to self-pity in the fight ahead.
We stand on the shoulders of Frederick Douglass, Harriet Tubman, Ulysses Grant and Abraham Lincoln.
The greatest of all presidential memoirs are those of Ulysses Grant, which were edited by Mark Twain, and finished days before Grant died from throat cancer.
When he died in 1885, he was the most revered and famous living American around the world.
No person besides Abraham Lincoln holds a greater claim as savior of the Union. Yet, like Lincoln, Grant was too modest to ever accept such praise. He was a military genius and the greatest battle captain of the 19th century anywhere in the world.
Within 40 years of his death, Grant’s memory would be desecrated and forgotten, while the loser of the Civil War became mythologized.
Let’s not pretend that misinformation is a new phenomenon. The Confederacy of Lee was resilient in defeat. It lurks still.
In fact, its latter day representatives have taken power in the United States.
The first battle of the Civil War took place in Manassas, Virginia, 30 miles from Washington, DC.
Scores of Washingtonians, including senators and members of Congress, went to watch the battle with picnic baskets and champagne.
The carnage of the day shocked the witnesses and horrified Lincoln, as they reported back about the Union defeat in what was supposed to be a short war.
The battle was fought around a farm house owned by a man named Wilmer McLean, who was a grocer.
After the battle, Wilmer McLean moved his family to a quiet corner of southwestern Virginia to escape the war.
It found him again on April 9, 1865, 1,420 days after Manassas.
Eight hundred thousand Americans had been killed in battle over slavery. Incredibly, the Union was preserved when the man whose home saw the start of the war would also see its end.
Mr. McLean once remarked, “The war started in my front yard and ended in my parlor.”
Below is an excerpt from the memoirs of Ulysses S. Grant — or put another way, the first-hand account of the Confederate General Lee by the American commander who defeated him.
There is no Scott Jennings or warped corporate media filter necessary to interpret or explain Grant’s account.
I hope you will read it.
When you do, remember, that this was written by Grant, and edited by Twain.
This is what happened on an ordinary day that became extraordinary.
No matter how dark this MAGA moment may seem, Trump will lose his war of aggression, just like Lee.
In fact, the matter is not in doubt.
The unknown is the price of the catastrophe.
April 9, 1865, marked the end of a catastrophe, and the dawn of a new possibilities. Of course, we know everything that has happened from the moment below through this moment, but no more.
Here is General Grant’s account:
I had known General Lee in the old army, and had served with him in the Mexican War; but did not suppose, owing to the difference in our age and rank, that he would remember me, while I would more naturally remember him distinctly, because he was the chief of staff of General Scott in the Mexican War.
When I had left camp that morning I had not expected so soon the result that was then taking place, and consequently was in rough garb.
I was without a sword, as I usually was when on horseback on the field, and wore a soldier’s blouse for a coat, with the shoulder straps of my rank to indicate to the army who I was.
When I went into the house I found General Lee. We greeted each other, and after shaking hands took our seats.
I had my staff with me, a good portion of whom were in the room during the whole of the interview.
What General Lee’s feelings were I do not know. As he was a man of much dignity, with an impassible face, it was impossible to say whether he felt inwardly glad that the end had finally come or felt sad over the result, and was too manly to show it.
Whatever his feelings, they were entirely concealed from my observation; but my own feelings, which had been quite jubilant on the receipt of his letter, were sad and depressed.
I felt like anything rather than rejoicing at the downfall of a foe who had fought so long and valiantly, and had suffered so much for a cause, though that cause was, I believe, one of the worst for which a people ever fought, and one for which there was the least excuse.
I do not question, however, the sincerity of the great mass of those who were opposed to us.
“General Lee was dressed in a full uniform which was entirely new, and was wearing a sword of considerable value, very likely the sword which had been presented by the State of Virginia; at all events, it was an entirely different sword from the one that would ordinarily be worn in the field.
In my rough traveling suit, the uniform of a private with the straps of a lieutenant-general, I must have contrasted very strangely with a man so handsomely dressed, six feet high and of faultless form. But this was not a matter that I thought of until afterwards.
We soon fell into a conversation about old army times.
He remarked that he remembered me very well in the old army; and I told him that as a matter of course I remembered him perfectly, but from the difference in our rank and years (there being about sixteen years’ difference in our ages), I had thought it very likely that I had not attracted his attention sufficiently to be remembered by him after such a “long interval.
Our conversation grew so pleasant that I almost forgot the object of our meeting.
After the conversation had run on in this style for some time, General Lee called my attention to the object of our meeting, and said that he had asked for this interview for the purpose of getting from me the terms I proposed to give his army.
I said that I meant merely that his army should lay down their arms, not to take them up again during the continuance of the war unless duly and properly exchanged.
He said that he had so understood my letter.
Then we gradually fell off again into conversation about matters foreign to the subject which had brought us together.
This continued for some little time, when General Lee again interrupted the course of the conversation by suggesting that the terms I proposed to give his army ought to be written out.
I called to General Parker, secretary on my staff, for writing materials, and commenced writing out the following terms:”
“APPOMATTOX C. H., VA.,
April 9th, 1865.
GEN. R. E. LEE,
Comd’g C. S. A.GEN: In accordance with the substance of my letter to you of the 8th inst., I propose to receive the surrender of the Army of N. Va. on the following terms, to wit: Rolls of all the officers and men to be made in duplicate.
One copy to be given to an officer designated by me, the other to be retained by such officer or officers as you may designate.
The officers to give their individual paroles not to take up arms against the Government of the United States until properly exchanged, and each company or regimental commander sign a like parole for the men of their commands.
The arms, artillery and public property to be parked and stacked, and turned over to the officer appointed by me to receive them.
This will not embrace the side-arms of the officers, nor their private horses or baggage.
This done, each officer and man will be allowed to return to their homes, not to be disturbed by United States authority so long as they observe their paroles and the laws in force where they may reside.
Very respectfully,
U. S. GRANT,
Lt. Gen.When I put my pen to the paper I did not know the first word that I should make use of in writing the terms.
I only knew what was in my mind, and I wished to express it clearly, so that there could be no mistaking it.
As I wrote on, the thought occurred to me that the officers had their own private horses and effects, which were important to them, but of no value to us; also that it would be an unnecessary humiliation to call upon them to deliver their side arms.
No conversation, not one word, passed between General Lee and myself, either about private property, side arms, or kindred subjects.
He appeared to have no objections to the terms first proposed; or if he had a point to make against them he wished to wait until they were in writing to make it.
When he read over that part of the terms about side arms, horses and private property of the officers, he remarked, with some feeling, I thought, that this would have a happy effect upon his army.
Then, after a little further conversation, General Lee remarked to me again that their army was organized a little differently from the army of the United States (still maintaining by implication that we were two countries); that in their army the cavalrymen and artillerists owned their own horses; and he asked if he was to understand that the men who “owned their horses were to be permitted to retain them.
I told him that as the terms were written they would not; that only the officers were permitted to take their private property.
He then, after reading over the terms a second time, remarked that that was clear.
I then said to him that I thought this would be about the last battle of the war—I sincerely hoped so; and I said further I took it that most of the men in the ranks were small farmers.
The whole country had been so raided by the two armies that it was doubtful whether they would be able to put in a crop to carry themselves and their families through the next winter without the aid of the horses they were then riding.
The United States did not want them and I would, therefore, instruct the officers I left behind to receive the paroles of his troops to let every man of the Confederate army who claimed to own a horse or mule take the animal to his home.
Lee remarked again that this would have a happy effect.
He then sat down and wrote out the following letter:
“HEADQUARTERS ARMY OF NORTHERN VIRGINIA,
April 9th, 1865.GENERAL:—I received your letter of this date containing the terms of the surrender of the Army of Northern Virginia as proposed by you. As they are substantially the same as those expressed in your letter of the 8th inst., they are accepted. I will proceed to designate the proper officers to carry the stipulations into effect.
R. E. LEE, General.
LIEUT.-GENERAL U. S. GRANT.The much talked of surrendering of Lee’s sword and my handing it back, this and much more that has been said about it is the purest romance.
The word sword or side arms was not mentioned by either of us until I wrote it in the terms.
There was no premeditation, and it did not occur to me until the moment I wrote it down.
If I had happened to omit it, and General Lee had called my attention to it, I should have put it in the terms precisely as I acceded to the provision about the soldiers retaining their horses.
General Lee, after all was completed and before taking his leave, remarked that his army was in a very bad condition for want of food, and that they were without forage; that his men had been living for some days on parched corn exclusively, and that he would have to ask me for rations and forage.
I told him “certainly,” and asked for how many men he wanted rations.
His answer was “about twenty-five thousand;” and I authorized him to send his own commissary and and quartermaster to Appomattox Station, two or three miles away, where he could have, out of the trains we had stopped, all the provisions wanted.
As for forage, we had ourselves depended almost entirely upon the country for that.
Generals Gibbon, Griffin and Merritt were designated by me to carry into effect the paroling of Lee’s troops before they should start for their homes—General Lee leaving Generals Longstreet, Gordon and Pendleton for them to confer with in order to facilitate this work.
Lee and I then separated as cordially as we had met, he returning to his own lines, and all went into bivouac for the night at Appomattox.
Soon after Lee’s departure I telegraphed to Washington as follows:
“HEADQUARTERS APPOMATTOX C. H., VA.,
April 9th, 1865, 4.30 P.M.
HON. E. M. STANTON, Secretary of War,
Washington.General Lee surrendered the Army of Northern Virginia this afternoon on terms proposed by myself. The accompanying additional correspondence will show the conditions fully.
U. S. GRANT,
Lieut.-General.When news of the surrender first reached our lines our men commenced firing a salute of a hundred guns in honor of the victory.
I at once sent word, however, to have it stopped.
The Confederates were now our prisoners, and we did not want to exult over their downfall.
I determined to return to Washington at once, with a view to putting a stop to the purchase of supplies, and what I now deemed other useless outlay of money.
Before leaving, however, I thought I would like to see General Lee again; so next morning I rode out beyond our lines towards his headquarters, preceded by a bugler and a staff-officer carrying a white flag.
Lee soon mounted his horse, seeing who it was, and met me.
We had there between the lines, sitting on horseback, a very pleasant conversation of over half an hour, in the course of which Lee said to me that the South was a big country and that we might have to march over it three or four times before the war entirely ended, but that we would now be able to do it as they could no longer resist us.
He expressed it as his earnest hope, however, that we would not be called upon to cause more loss and sacrifice of life; but he could not foretell the result.
I then suggested to General Lee that there was not a man in the Confederacy whose influence with the soldiery and the whole people was as great as his, and that if he would now advise the surrender of all the armies I had no doubt his advice would be followed with alacrity.
But Lee said, that he could not do that without consulting the President first.
I knew there was no use to urge him to do anything against his ideas of what was right.
I was accompanied by my staff and other officers, some of whom seemed to have a great desire to go inside the Confederate lines.
They finally asked permission of Lee to do so for the purpose of seeing some of their old army friends, and the permission was granted.
They went over, had a very pleasant time with their old friends, and brought some of them back with them when they returned.
When Lee and I separated he went back to his lines and I returned to the house of Mr. McLean.
Here the officers of both armies came in great numbers, and seemed to enjoy the meeting as much as though they had had a very pleasant time with their old friends, and brought some of them back with them when they returned.
For the time being it looked very much as if all thought of the war had escaped their minds.
After an hour pleasantly passed in this way I set out on horseback, accompanied by my staff and a small escort, for Burkesville Junction, up to which point the railroad had by this time been repaired.
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When I look at who the South is sending to vote against our lives, I question who won that war: Tommy Tuberville, Katie Britt, Marsha Blackburn, Lindsey Graham, Nancy Mace, Rick Scott, Thom Tillis, Tim Scott, Cindy Hyde-Smith, Roger Wicker, Bill Cassidy, Tom Cotton, Marjorie Greene. I could go on, but we’re running out of time.
Would that such civility were anywhere present in the US government today. Instead we have hate, vengeance, and a scorched earth policy driven by a petty little man with not a modicum of intelligence, a shred of dignity, or a drop of empathy for his country or the citizens he pretends to lead. He has surrounded himself with like-minded fools who, along with himself, have no sense of history and who act like three year olds who lost a game on the playground and protest by taking their ball, stomping their feet, gritting their teeth, and going home only to return to the playground armed with the tools to dismantle it and set it afire.