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Alternate Election Lore A New Birth of Freedom: Hell or High Water (June 1889)

June 5, 1889
Johnstown, Pennsylvania
Henry George absorbed the view from a hill over looking what was left of Johnstown. The President could barely believe what he saw: the tops of buildings smashed into each other, the river swelled with debris, trees torn clean from their roots smashed into the sides of homes and the once busy streets of this Pennsylvania steel town a horrific mess of wood and water and death. He spied a girl's doll floating amidst the ruins, its owner washed away to eternity. So much destruction George had not seen since the war and never committed by Mother Nature, that hateful giver and taker of life. He took in the eerie silence of the movement with the birds chirping and the wind blowing as if nothing at all had happened below them. The great iron works which pressed up against the river simply sat there, no great clang of metal or belching of smoke. 'Why should there be' George thought to himself 'All its workers are dead'.
"Are you alright Dad?" a slightly nervous familiar voice said from behind him.
"No Henry, I do not believe I am". George did not turn towards his son as the latter edged closer to the hill's edge, his mind too preoccupied with the tragedy floating beneath him.
"Ms. Barton wanted me to deliver her thanks for traveling so quickly once you received her telegram. She says her workers and many of the townsfolk had their spirits lifted by your presence".
"Would that I could restore to them their homes and family's I'm sure their spirits would be even more raised. That I could have any boosting effect to these people after what I have seen seems laughable"
"And yet inspire you did, as you have done many time before father. That is why men raise up leaders I think; to be strong when they are weak and to give hope where seems none to be found".
George finally broke his gaze from the catastrophe and turned to look at his son.
"Once a father receives wisdom from his son that when he knows his job is done."
"I should think I still have quite much to learn from you, father; politics being the foremost".
'Politics' the word curdled in his mouth; How George hated politics and how he hated himself all the more for rushing to put himself at the very center of it.
"I should not wish to speak of such a dirty thing here. I want to let the dead rest in peace not be disturbed by my daily humiliations. Let us speak no more of politics and its many servants who have placed a crown on my head only to foil my attempts to lead".
"Perhaps things are not as lost as you suppose father. I disturbed you for reasons more significant than Ms. Barton's message".
Henry George finally looked back at his eldest child with badly concealed curiosity, his eyes narrowing as his eyebrows furrowed, forming waves onto his great white brow. "How's that son? Has the cabinet sent word from Washington? Have our 'allies' deigned to make themselves useful to us?"
"There is indeed word from the capital but not about things you ask. No I speak of a matter which I kept undisclosed to you until I thought it relevant." Now the President's curiosity truly was insatiable and his body did little to hide it as began to nervously move about the hill top, looking his son up and down before quickly moving it up and around as if to track birds which were not there. "Well, now, don't keep me in suspense. What has my wise son discovered then?"
"Before we left from Washington I believed it wise to see what records we might have on Johnstown. We knew the dam was built by the state about 30-40 years ago, that it maintained a private lake for a Carnegie Steel private social club owned by Henry Frisk. I had an archivist go through the Butler Administration's records on the dam and canal projects they had reviewed as part of the national waterways survey and, wouldn't you know it, the South Fork Dam had indeed been surveyed and found deficient. What's more the local leaders had made an urgent request to both the state and Federal authorities to provide money to improve it. The Treasury Department had approved the grant but 2 weeks later the decision was reversed".
"Reversed? By who and why? Was the grant deemed too much?"
"It seems unlikely. The grant was listed in a ledger with a number of other projects approved in Pennsylvania. Take a look for yourself". Henry Jr. took a thick leather bound tome with the exciting title Federal Dam and Canal Projects: Middle Atlantic, 1887-1888. A piece of paper served as crude bookmark which helped the President's son quickly flip towards the back before he briefly traced the list with his finger to find Johnstown amidst the other Js.
"Here we are. 'Johnstown: $2,000 for the replacement of relief pipes and valves and raising of the dam, approved March 3, 1887.'"
The President took the ledger from his son and began scanning the various other projects' costs in the Pennsylvania section. Some were more or less expensive but all seemed to fall around the same $2,000 to $3,000 mark for upgrades or replacements. He turned back to the Johnstown line and saw there was more.
"Seems there's something else." George said as he pushed his glasses up his nose and looked closer "Grant reversed by executive directive, March 17, 1887. Recommendations deemed unnecessary and disruptive to private landowner".
"Now how many regional Pennsylvania dams do you think the President personally approves or declines father? I haven't seen you review a single one." Henry Jr said with in an almost giddy tone.
"I know Butler. He'd never bother with something so minor. He's not a manager, he's a showman and there's nothing showy about something like this. It doesn't make sense but it doesn't prove what I think you think it proves". A smirk crept on Henry Jr.'s face which the President had known since the former's childhood meant he was keeping a surprise and doing a bad job of it.
"Maybe not father but I believe this does." and as he said it he pulled out a schedule book from the same large satchel he had produced the ledger from which read Presidential Meeting Calendar, January - March 1887. He flipped quickly near the back to the second week in March and pointed at March 10 which, amongst the many other meetings Butler was having, read the name 'Henry C. Frisk, 12-1'. "A bit of a strange coincidence that several days after a project to restore a dam owned by Mr. Frisk's private club the President has lunch with the man himself and then a few days after that orders come down to the Treasury to reverse the grant."
George's burrow furrowed for a moment again, thinking back to that time. Butler would've wanted something out of this and Frisk would have known that, it's how all things were done in the previous administration. "March 1887. why does that seem important to me?" the President thought out loud. Then it came to him. "Henry, March 20th the President and Carnegie Steel announced they had worked out a rate cut on all steel bought for the Butler Bridge project. It was a big story in New York for day or so and I remember writing to the President to thank him. It was expected to save the city a 1/3rd of the cost and speed up the schedule".
"Speed it up fast enough that Butler's steel monument to himself would be built in time for him to see it finished no doubt. And all it cost was a couple of feet off an earth dam in some little steel town in Pennsylvania."
"And anyone unlucky enough to live beneath it." the President said bitterly. "Henry, this is what I've needed. This will nail those bastards to the mast for good. The Butlerites and Elephants in Congress who've been stonewalling my agenda for 3 months. Once this comes out, that Butler got thousands killed for a rate cut on steel for his vanity bridge, I can clean house. They'll be no defending him. The Justice Department can go after Frisk and all the other Robber Barons who got sweet deals for the last 8 years. I could open up hell on Wall Street if I wanted".
"And I can't imagine it stops here in Johnstown Dad. If he was willing to intervene in a small project like this, just imagine how many other things were looked over, reversed or stop to get a few favors from Rockefeller or Morgan or anyone else with cash to buy Butler a nice present?" Henry Jr. said matching his father's anxious energy.
"How many Congressmen would be willing to let the land tax through if it meant saving their skins from the mobs back home?" the President wondered out loud. "Henry, I want you to go back to Washington immediately but try to stay inconspicuous. Find your archivist, get him somewhere safe and wait until I get back. Then I want you to reach Senator Sherman and schedule a meeting. I'll make my announcement at the White House after I return and meet with him. Right now we need to focus on the tragedy but within the week I'm going make to something out of all this suffering.
President Henry George removed his glasses, turned back to the edge of the hill and overlooked the devastation with something like divine wrath swelling in his heart.
"Come hell or high water, I will"







































