Politicians Heed The Poignancy of History’s Judgment!
Guest post by John L. Kachelman, Jr.
The fact that the individual will face an inevitable, inescapable judgment is undeniable. It will happen. Each has time to prepare for that reckoning. For some the reckoning comes quickly, others face it years afterwards, and still others will not face it until their death. But just as ALL are scheduled to die, ALL are scheduled for a final reckoning on their behavior, choices and influences in society.
No one is exempt—neither the wealthiest, the real estate monger, nor the “stars” of Hollywood. Especially harsh will be the reckoning on the political leaders—they will be judged now, throughout history, and in eternity. They can deny this. They can be deluded about their evil choices. They can gaslight constituents. But they will face a reckoning.
Below is an excellent illustration of this reckoning to come. The Democrat governing that allowed evil oppression and failed to honor intrinsic humanity in slavery has long been exposed. That political party only brought pain and subtly enhanced suffering by “legal means.” It sought to coerce and control by saying “The government knows better how to treat you.” The oppression and manipulation of that political party did not end at the Appomattox Court House. The political gaslighting continued to oppress and use others for its devious purposes.
Look at the political maneuvers, listen to the rabid speeches, and examine the inane accusations of those wishing to maintain control by the State. Today the State continues to think that it knows better than the individual citizen what is needed—the citizen is silenced and the State proclaims! Indeed, as the below well establishes, the abuses of the State should be repaid with interest to the disenfranchised citizenry!
Read this interesting letter and understand the inevitability of the reckoning that is ahead for everyone, but especially for the political figures.
I am reminded of history’s reckoning. A letter from Jourdon Anderson to P. H. Anderson (1865) has been preserved. In 1864, after thirty-two long years in forced slavery, Jourdon Anderson and his wife, Amanda, escaped a life of slavery when Union Army soldiers freed them. They quickly moved to Ohio. Jourdon found paid work to support his family, and didn’t look back. Incredibly, a year later, shortly after the end of the Civil War, Jourdon received a desperate letter from Patrick Henry Anderson, the man who used to “own” him, asking Jourdon to return to work on the plantation and rescue his failing business.
Jourdon’s reply to the person who enslaved his family was dictated from his home. It was subsequently printed in numerous newspapers. Jourdon Anderson never returned to Big Spring, Tennessee. He died in 1907, aged 81, and is buried alongside his wife who died six years later. Together they had a total of eleven children.
Listen to the reckoning…
Dayton, Ohio, August 7, 1865
To My Old Master, Colonel P.H. Anderson, Big Spring, Tennessee
Sir: I got your letter, and was glad to find that you had not forgotten Jourdon, and that you wanted me to come back and live with you again, promising to do better for me than anybody else can. I have often felt uneasy about you. I thought the Yankees would have hung you long before this, for harboring Rebs they found at your house. I suppose they never heard about your going to Colonel Martin’s to kill the Union soldier that was left by his company in their stable. Although you shot at me twice before I left you, I did not want to hear of your being hurt, and am glad you are still living. It would do me good to go back to the dear old home again, and see Miss Mary and Miss Martha and Allen, Esther, Green, and Lee. Give my love to them all, and tell them I hope we will meet in the better world, if not in this. I would have gone back to see you all when I was working in the Nashville Hospital, but one of the neighbors told me that Henry intended to shoot me if he ever got a chance.
I want to know particularly what the good chance is you propose to give me. I am doing tolerably well here. I get twenty-five dollars a month, with victuals and clothing; have a comfortable home for Mandy,—the folks call her Mrs. Anderson,—and the children—Milly, Jane, and Grundy—go to school and are learning well. The teacher says Grundy has a head for a preacher. They go to Sunday school, and Mandy and me attend church regularly. We are kindly treated. Sometimes we overhear others saying, “Them colored people were slaves” down in Tennessee. The children feel hurt when they hear such remarks; but I tell them it was no disgrace in Tennessee to belong to Colonel Anderson. Many darkeys would have been proud, as I used to be, to call you master. Now if you will write and say what wages you will give me, I will be better able to decide whether it would be to my advantage to move back again.
As to my freedom, which you say I can have, there is nothing to be gained on that score, as I got my free papers in 1864 from the Provost-Marshal-General of the Department of Nashville. Mandy says she would be afraid to go back without some proof that you were disposed to treat us justly and kindly; and we have concluded to test your sincerity by asking you to send us our wages for the time we served you. This will make us forget and forgive old scores, and rely on your justice and friendship in the future. I served you faithfully for thirty-two years, and Mandy twenty years. At twenty-five dollars a month for me, and two dollars a week for Mandy, our earnings would amount to eleven thousand six hundred and eighty dollars. Add to this the interest for the time our wages have been kept back, and deduct what you paid for our clothing, and three doctor’s visits to me, and pulling a tooth for Mandy, and the balance will show what we are in justice entitled to. Please send the money by Adams’s Express, in care of V. Winters, Esq., Dayton, Ohio. If you fail to pay us for faithful labors in the past, we can have little faith in your promises in the future. We trust the good Maker has opened your eyes to the wrongs which you and your fathers have done to me and my fathers, in making us toil for you for generations without recompense. Here I draw my wages every Saturday night; but in Tennessee there was never any pay-day for the negroes any more than for the horses and cows. Surely there will be a day of reckoning for those who defraud the laborer of his hire.
In answering this letter, please state if there would be any safety for my Milly and Jane, who are now grown up, and both good-looking girls. You know how it was with poor Matilda and Catherine. I would rather stay here and starve—and die, if it come to that—than have my girls brought to shame by the violence and wickedness of their young masters. You will also please state if there has been any schools opened for the colored children in your neighborhood. The great desire of my life now is to give my children an education, and have them form virtuous habits.
Say howdy to George Carter, and thank him for taking the pistol from you when you were shooting at me.
From your old servant, Jourdon Anderson.
Let all realize the delusion with which many look—they justify heinous actions, they excuse the inexcusable incivility, they applaud the criminals and prosecute the citizenry, and they congratulate bitter divisiveness to maintain their control and perks. But their reckoning has a historical schedule!
It will not be the party, or group-think that will be judged. It will be YOU as the individual.
There is a reckoning here and in the hereafter!
The Psalmist reminds us of the Almighty’s reckoning to the individual: “You have rebuked the nations, You have destroyed the wicked; You have blotted out their name forever and ever” (The Bible, Psalm 9:5)
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