A POLITICAL GAMBLER

 

I blame the Democrats for James Gillespie Blaine. The donkeys were supposed to be doing their nominal job of keeping Republicans honest, but because the Demos backed the South in the run up to the Civil War there weren’t a lot of them around when James was first elected to congress in 1862. 

Nor was it James’s fault that his brother-in-law, Eben C. Stanwood, was a greedy putz. There was a lot of money floating around Washington during the war, the kind of money a brother-in-law could get his hands on, and James Blaine (right of the table) would have been a saint if he hadn’t been tempted by the offer on the Little Rock and Fort Smith Railroad. Of course Blaine didn’t have to jump in quite so enthusiastically…

The Little Rock Railroad was supposed to have been completed before the war, but it went bankrupt. And that was when Boston speculator Josiah Fisher convinced a group of investors (including that putz Eben) to buy up the worthless stock. It was Eben - and another crooked “investor” named Joshua Caldwell - who dangled fat sales commission checks in front of the congressman. It had occurred to them that a Congressmen could attract a much better class of customers; i.e. richer. 

And from the second he heard about the idea Blaine wanted in. Blaine wrote to Fisher on the 10th of September 1867, in a letter marked “Strictly Private”, “…my position will enable me to render you services of vital importance and value,….I do not feel I shall be a dead head....Are you not willing to aid me (elsewhere) where you can do so with profit to yourself at the same time?” 

Fisher did not reply to this crude solicitation, so evidently Blaine paid him a visit in person. We know about the agreement they reached because Blaine was helpful enough to lay out the details in a second letter he wrote to Fisher, which he marked “Burn after Reading.”

By September of 1869 Blaine had sold over $130,000 in Little Rock railroad bonds (worth about $2 million in 2007) mostly to other railroad barons. And he had been paid very handsome commissions for those sales. By then passengers could board the train in Little Rock. However they were required to cover the last fifty miles to Fort Smith in a stagecoach, a 3 ½ hour hell of dust, mud and potholes. Not surprisingly, the railroad went bankrupt yet again. 

But despite this Blaine was still demanding that he be “compensated” for having done the favor for the bankrupt business venture. This was in addition to the commission checks he had cashed long ago. Fisher was reluctant to treat Blaine kindly, until one of the other robber barons reminded Fisher, “…it is important that he should be conciliated…However unreasonable in his demand he may appear to you…he should in some manner be appeased.” So Speaker Blaine was “appeased” with loans he was not expected to repay. But Banker Fisher was not likely to forget he had been made to feel like one of the suckers of his own scam.

After serving three terms as Speaker, James Blaine stepped down so he could concentrate on a run for the White House. As the campaign season of 1876 approached, he was a serious possibility. However, things had changed in Washington by then. The Democrats were back, and had captured control of the House of Representatives. That gave them the power of subpoena, and they used it to subpoena a certain Mr. James Mulligan, who was a Boston bookkeeper in the employ of Banker Josiah Fisher. 

It seems that Mr. Fisher had never burned an incriminating letter in his life. On May 31st , 1876 under the gentle guidance of Judiciary Committee Chairman, Democrat Proctor Knott (above)...,

...Mr. Mulligan casually admitted that he had in his possession “certain letters written by Rep. Blaine to Mr. Fisher”. Given the high sign by Blaine, the senior Republican on the committee immediately moved to adjourn for the day.

That night Rep. Blaine appeared at Mr. Mulligan’s door at the Riggs House hotel, and proceeded to chase Mulligan all over the room, begging and whining and reminding Mulligan what disgrace would mean to his, Blaine's  children. Finally, in the spirit of fairness the embarrassed Mulligan allowed the Congressman to read the letters. But once he had his hands on them Blaine announced that since they were “his” letters he was going to keep them, and left with the letters safely in his own pocket.On the floor of Congress the next day the Democrats demanded that Blaine hand the letters back over. Blaine responded with a letter of his own, from his attorney, which argued the letters were not related to the Committee’s investigation, and advised Rep. Blaine to keep them secret. 

This time the Democrats were not appeased. So on June fifth James Blaine rose to speak again, this time in front of packed House galleries. He thundered, “I have defied the power of the House to compel me to produce these letters…but, sir,…I am not afraid to show the letters. Thank God Almighty, I am not afraid to show them.” 

As proof he waved the letters above his head. “These are they…and with some sense of humiliation,…with a sense of outrage which I think any man in my position would feel, I invite the confidence of 44 million of my countrymen while I read those letters from this desk.” And so he did, with commentary and asides in his own defense.

The Republicans were persuaded, but the Democrats were not. Having read the letters himself Chairman Knott knew that Blaine had avoided reading certain incriminating sections, and he rose to challenge Blaine’s version. And that was when James Blaine pulled the rabbit out of his hat.

He asked Knott if the committee had received a transatlantic cable from Joshua Caldwell, supporting Blaine’s version of events. In fact Caldwell had sent such a cable. But Caldwell was a well known liar, and nobody in their right mind would believe anything he said - certainly Proctor didn't. Still, that was not the question. Rep. Blaine stomped right up to Proctor’s desk and accused him, nose to nose, of suppressing the Caldwell cable. 

Blushing, Proctor was forced to stammer that indeed they had received such a cable. The galleries erupted in thunderous applause for Blaine. Chairman Proctor Knott himself described it as “…one of the most extraordinary exhibitions of histrionic skill, one of the most consummate pieces of acting that ever occurred upon any stage on earth.” 

Blaine had so completely turned the tables on the Democrats that nobody except them seemed to notice that he had not, in fact, denied the basic allegations of bribery.

Still, the effort had extracted a toll on Congressman Blaine. That Sunday he collapsed on the front steps of his church, and passed out.  He was bedridden for several weeks and the committee investigation eventually died quietly.  

But James G. Blaine’s dreams of the White House had to be put off for another time. Of course, being an egomaniac, that is what he did; just put them off. 

He would run again for President in 1884. Which is when the letters would resurface, yet again. And Senator Blaine, the Continental liar from the state of Maine, would never be president of the United States.

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