My
Pilgrimage to THE SHRINE
by
Thomas J. DiLorenzo
by Thomas J. DiLorenzo
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While spending
the past weekend in Springfield, Illinois (where I addressed the
Illinois Libertarian Party convention), I took a few notes about
Abe Lincoln’s adopted home town, which was long ago turned into
a Shrine. (It was great fun, by the way, to receive a standing ovation
in Springfield, Illinois, of all places, for a speech entitled "Why
the Enemies of Liberty Love Lincoln.")
Springfield
is a very pleasant-looking town of about a hundred thousand people.
It is also the Illinois state capital. The downtown is very quaint
and hospitable, although it is blighted by several gigantic, Pyramid-sized
government buildings. Since it was the weekend, I was spared rubbing
elbows with Illinois’ greasy political class (the former governor
was recently convicted of racketeering and is on his way to prison,
one hopes). Most of the shops seem to have a Lincoln theme of one
kind or another. My favorite was a Mexican restaurant called "El
Presidente Burritos."
The first
thing I noticed that makes Springfield unique is that there are
huge Lincoln heads everywhere – even on downtown garbage dumpsters
and bus stop shelters. There is a giant Lincoln head around every
corner, even in my hotel (the Route 66 Hotel and Conference Center).
After checking in I left my room, rounded a corner, and wham! –
smack dab into a gigantic Lincoln head picture hanging on the wall.
His eyes are watching you wherever you go in Springfield. (I could
swear the eyeballs in the picture were moving from side to side
when I returned to my room later that evening.)
By far
the biggest Lincoln head was in the new Lincoln Presidential Museum
that opened up just this year. To appreciate this image recall the
moment in The
Wizard of Oz where Dorothy & Co. first see the "Wizard."
The Wizard is nothing but a giant head suspended up in the air,
bellowing and fuming and frightening the daylights out of poor Dorothy
(and especially the Cowardly Lion). In the Lincoln Presidential
Museum is a gigantic white Lincoln head about fifteen feet in the
air, surrounded by black curtains. The whole thing looked to be
about thirty feet high and twenty feet wide. It all reminded me
of how, in totalitarian countries, there were huge pictures of Stalin,
Mao, Hitler, etc., etc., everywhere to constantly remind the public
that the state is watching them.
That Abe
was a wealthy mercantilist is evident everywhere. His house, which
is cared for by the National Park Service, is in a part of town
identified by street signs as "Old Aristocracy Hill."
This section of town contains a number of restored nineteenth-century
homes on Lincoln’s street. Abe’s former abode is by far the largest
among all the homes of the "old aristocracy" of Illinois.
Many of his neighbors were businessmen who were also identified
as being active in the Whig Party, as was Lincoln for more than
a quarter of a century. One of them was a tin cup manufacturer who
held the contract for selling tin cups to the U.S. Army during the
war, according to the plaque in front of his house. What a coincidence
that he was also Abe’s neighbor. Small world.
The building
that housed the Herndon-Lincoln law offices is only about thirty
paces from the front door of the old state capitol building. While
in the Illinois legislature, Lincoln was as instrumental as anyone
in getting the state capital relocated to Springfield. The old railroad
lobbyist made sure that he was as close as possible to the center
of political chicanery in the state.
The Lincoln
Museum is a no-expenses-barred kind of place. There are mannequins
on display but also real actors dressed as Abe, his cabinet, and
even John Wilkes Booth (dressed in a Confederate Army uniform as
a little added piece of historical misinformation). The seventeen-minute
video display in the museum uses futuristic, state-of-the-art technology
that you have never seen in an ordinary movie theater. Much of the
presentation is the usual propaganda song, complete with a yellow
halo over Abe’s head. I’m not making this up: There really is a
yellow halo over his head on the screen at one point.
The commentator
in the video informs us that Abe’s stepmother believed he was "the
nicest boy I’ve ever met." How sweet. We also learn that his
law partner, William Herndon, supposedly said that Abe often came
to work crying, with tears in his eyes, because of his personal
suffering. But, the commentator assures us, the tears usually cleared
up by mid-morning. Poor, poor, Abe.
There is little
mention in the video of all the death and suffering caused by his
invasion of the southern states, including his micromanaging of
the waging of war on southern civilians. It is Abe we are
supposed to feel so, so, sorry for.
The video
also informs us that The Great Railroad Lobbyist did not get the
idea for his "nation divided" speech from a study of American
political history and philosophy but from Aesop’s Fables.
The one about the lion talks of a house divided. It was young Abe’s
favorite story, the actress portraying his stepmother says on the
screen. She says he read it over and over again.
After a
personal tragedy in his life "his pen knife was taken away
from him," the commentator says, in order to keep him from
committing suicide.
Outside
the video room is another display that proclaims that an eleven-year-old
Abe was "kicked in the head by a horse" and "believed
to be dead for a while." The commentator brings this up during
the video to say that the kick in the head is probably why his left
eye sort of pointed out to the far left. He also divided Abe’s head
in half vertically during the video to show us how he could smile
and frown at the same time. One side of his face supposedly looked
happy, the other sad. My impression of this, of course, was that
it was odd that the Lincoln Shrine would be commenting on what a
two-faced politician he was.
The most
surprising part of the video is where the face of an ex-slave is
on the screen and an actor’s voice quotes him as saying that the
Emancipation Proclamation was a fraud, and freed no one. The voice
accurately states, with the help of a map of the U.S., that the
Proclamation only applied to "rebel territory" where it
was impossible to free anyone, and that it specifically exempted
the border states that were part of the union (by force). There
is a 510 second segment of the video that mentions some of
the criticisms of Lincoln by his contemporaries, but they are all
jumbled together in a loud, incoherent rant where about twenty different
voices are talking over each other.
The
museum also has on display much of the fine china, crystal, and
other personal items that one would expect to have been part of
the household that lived in the largest house on Old Aristocracy
Hill and was attended to by numerous servants. My favorite item
in the gift shop was the plastic Lincoln head on the end of a foot-long
stick with a trigger at the other end. When you pull the trigger
Abe’s mouth opens and shuts. It will come in handy when I make speeches
in the future and want to quote The Great Centralizer.
Many
of the books written by the Lincoln Cult are for sale, of course.
By far the largest stack of books, easily twice as many as any other,
was Team
of Rivals, recently published by the confessed plagiarist
Doris Kearns-Goodwin. With this book this dishonest woman establishes
herself as the new High Priestess of the Lincoln Cult. The museum
is obviously happy to promote her book, a sign of the desperation
the Cult seems to have in its never-ending crusade to keep from
the prying eyes of the American public the truth about the real
Lincoln.
September
20, 2006
Thomas
J. DiLorenzo [send him mail]
professor of economics at Loyola College in Maryland and the
author of The
Real Lincoln: A New Look at Abraham Lincoln, His Agenda, and an
Unnecessary War,
(Three Rivers Press/Random House). His
next book, to be published in October, is Lincoln
Unmasked: What You’re Not Supposed To Know about Dishonest Abe
(Crown Forum/Random House).
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