22 July 2022
Alexander Hamilton is my favorite Founding Father. He founded the city of my birth, Paterson, New Jersey, and he was an ardent defender of liberty and love, usually in that order. As an aide-de-camp to General George Washington during the Revolutionary War, he served with honor and distinction, starting at the tender age of twenty-two. He was brilliant, impetuous, insightful, a real rebel at heart.
He was born of humble origins on the island of Nevis on 11 January 1755 or 1757. That factual uncertainty about his private life was one that this man probably would have found pleasing. Hamilton was a man of passion and of mystery. His birth was of low station, which placed him in a completely different category than that of the more affluent Founding Fathers. He was killed by Aaron Burr in a duel that has been dramatized for all of the wrong reasons. I’ve no doubt that Mr. Hamilton smiles down upon the continued controversy about his controversial life.
Hamilton believed in the strong arm of the federal government, in national debt as a catalyst to spur economic growth, and in an industrialized America. All of those concepts are muscular in nature, and are quite oppositional to the idealistic yet forceful goals of another Founding Father, Thomas Jefferson, whose agricultural America would rule the world.
Father Tom was more of the states’ rights advocate, even though once he became President of the United States, he viewed the power of the federal government with more benevolence. It was a problem with Jefferson, the hypocrisy of his opinions in the real world versus those of the idealized sphere. Dreamers can be full of it, and Mr. Jefferson engaged in the Janus two-faced nature of politics that has become the only norm in the modern world of soap opera pantomime that is Politics, Inc.
During my years of researching American military history for use in THE DAWN, I read extensively about the life and the achievements of Alexander Hamilton. His love letters to his future wife, Elizabeth Schuyler, were models upon which any romantically penned missive should be based. The man could express his heart just as well as his classically trained mind!
Alexander Hamilton was perhaps the most creatively brilliant Founding Father. His writing style influenced my development of Arthur Boucher Carmichael in THE DAWN, and, to some degree, my attitudes toward the fierce and feckless divisions within America — then, and now. He was a man whose proximity to power did not corrupt his basic self. Having come from sordid circumstances on that isle of Nevis, Hamilton comprehended all too well the seedy sentiments of squalor that can possess the mob, and can subvert any leader who wishes to use the unbridled base emotions of the mob for his own purposes.
His education in life was gained early in his youth. From those lessons, he never forgot the sustained panic that, once triggered, can, quite literally, overtake a field of soldiers in battle, and doom a victorious outcome. Such a sustained, continuous panic can equally sway the petty desires of the avaricious men within a ruling class. We the people, in America, and in the democratic countries of the world, are presently engaged in surviving, outliving, and prevailing over such a frothed-up panic, a state of frenzied and corrupt hysteria that was intentionally set into motion by a crumbling political class.
Those filthy beasts are devouring each other while we, the humble patriots, work to protect ourselves from the economic debris and moral decay that most definitely are not of our making.
Somehow, I think that Hamilton sensed that inglorious and gory terror was nascent within any fight for freedom from tyranny. His writings always focused upon the bulwarks to build to avoid such a pass. Unfortunately, one cannot alter the nature of the bribable debauched human being. The evil has to run its course, much like a fever attacking a disease. The fact that the fever is the disease is not news, but globalist media are stupid clowns and jokers, flailing away at constructs tumbling down around them.
Steer clear of the money mortar that has become the weapons of their own destruction. History happens only once in a great while. We are living through that great while and the greatness of heroes gets maligned and massacred by the pygmies paid to do the bidding of even smaller pygmies with too much money in their unclean hands.
Alexander Hamilton knew intimately the unclean hands that soil immaculate ideas, and bold dreams. He knew the audacious undertaking that was, and is, the United States of America. He foresaw the greatness of America, even as he perceived its pitfalls along the road to independence from the tyranny of King George III and those ministers whose vested interests pitted them at each others’ throats.
Hamilton saw conflict and betrayal as part of human nature. He was not cynical because of his awareness of the seamier side of life; rather, he valiantly triumphed in the knowledge that humanity, with all of its awfulness, does a pretty good job of rising above the sins and sleazy forces in its midst. A pragmatist who dared to dream of a future nation blessed by the Almighty with liberty, Hamilton deserves the thanks of Americans who aspire to the noble patriotism of this free nation.
The strong arm of government has, of necessity, given birth to the strong arm of the individual, resisting the tyranny of his own government. Thomas Jefferson warned about that egregious overlord, an authority that Alexander Hamilton trusted to be trustworthy. Score one for Father Tom, and for his farmers who truly are reclaiming the earth for the citizens of liberty.
Score one for Father Hamilton who built upon a very solid rock the fortress of industry, Made in the U.S.A. Somehow, the philosophical differences among all of the Founding Fathers magnificently persist in advancing the cause of freedom, the cause of humanity, the cause of an unconquered United States.