by Warren L Johns, J.D.
Charles Robert Darwin didn’t start the Civil War, but his unscientific racist conjectures were embraced by caste system cultures looking to justify cruel exploitation of fellow humans. Evolution’s point man boasted: “The western nations of Europe… immeasurably surpass their former savage progenitors and stand at the summit of civilization.” Descent, Vol. I, 178
Millions of human beings were bought and sold; property; families were ripped apart; children were torn from their mother’s arms; slaves worked in fields from dawn to dark; they were denied the right to own property, or even to learn to read and write. Slavery rampaged as evil on steroids.
More than 620,000 Americans lost their lives during the American Civil War’s blood bath, launched by those willing to kill to perpetuate the slavery curse—more than all Americans killed in WWI and WW II combined.
Insecure minds are the breeding ground for jealousy, pride and hate—the psychological crutch for racism and slavery. Mankind was created equally, in the image of God. Evolution offers an on-ramp for the greed, cruelty and insecurity that sets the stage for slavery. The brutality of human bondage epitomizes the term, “savage,” cited by Darwin from the blind comfort of his elitist perch. His arrogant ignorance has been challenged by the debut of the genome. Homo sapiens of all colors and cultures, have descended from a common ancestor couple, in relatively recent times.
Major Sullivan A. Ballou symbolized those of his generation who put their lives on the line for love of God, country and family. Born in 1829 in Rhode Island, he lost his life July 21, 1861, in the first Battle of Bull Run. The week before, on July 14, he wrote a letter to his wife Sarah she never saw until after his death. The letter lives as a tribute to what was then the greatest generation and a memorial to the cost of removing slavery’s evil cruelty from our midst.
“My very dear Sarah: The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days — perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write again, I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more …
I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans on the triumph of the Government and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and sufferings of the Revolution. And I am willing — perfectly willing — to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt …
Sarah my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me unresistibly on with all these chains to the battle field.
The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them for so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when, God willing, we might still have lived and loved together, and seen our sons grown up to honorable manhood, around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me — perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar, that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battle field, it will whisper your name. Forgive my many faults and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have often times been!
How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness …
But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the gladdest days and in the darkest nights … always, always, and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath, as the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. Sarah do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again …”
Survivors of Abraham Lincoln’s Grand Army of the Republic held a last national encampment in 1949. Of the thirty living vets, only six attended the convention. Ten of these thirty champions of “equal justice under law,” answered a college kid’s inquiry and shared their Civil War memories.
Albert Woolson, one of the ten, welcomed that student to his Duluth, MN home for a personal interview and a photo shoot. Five years later, at the age of 109, Albert Woolson died—the last surviving veteran of the Grand Army of the Republic that broke slavery’s shackles.
Those gallant guys in blue, put their own lives and their sacred honor on the line for all mankind. Still, the battle for “equal justice, under law” continues.
© Warren L. Johns
Albert Henry WoolsonGrand Army of the Republic
Civil War veteran Theodore A. Penland, served as the last Commander-in-Chief of the Grand Army of the Republic from 1948 until its dissolution.
The next three slides showcase the last 30 survivors of the Grand Army of the Republic.
These guys risked their lives for the freedom of many.
Dedicated and honorable.
One of those last thirty, grand old fighters for equal justice, under law.
Credit: This photo of this distinguished Grand Army of the Republic survivor was presented to the Editor of Genesis File while a college student in 1949.
The talented Osborn sisters, performing as the SHeDaisy trio, deliver the sound and the message of freedom as background tribute to the GAR.
SHeDaisy, Utah’s Osborn sisters
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