The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 15, No. 90, April, 1865: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and PoliticsVarious
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The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 15, No. 90, April, 1865: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics
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the primal instincts both of reason and humanity. Always ready to meet
anybody in argument, he detested all reasoners who attempted to show the
fallacy of his argument by pointing out the dangerous results to which
it led. In this he sometimes brought to mind that inflexible professor
of the deductive method who was timidly informed that his principles, if
carried out, would split the world to pieces. "Let it split," was his
careless answer; "there are enough more planets." By pure intellectual
grit, he thus effected a revolution in the ideas and sentiments of the
South, and through the South made his mind act on the policy of the
nation. The present war has its root in the principles he advocated.
Never flinching from any logical consequence of his principles, Mr.
Calhoun did not rest until through him religion, morality,
statesmanship, the Constitution of the United States, the constitution
of man, were all bound in black. Chattel slavery, the most nonsensical
as well as detestable of oppressions, was, to him, the most beneficent
contrivance of human wisdom. He called it an institution: Mr. Emerson
has more happily styled it a destitution. At last the chains of his iron
logic were heard clanking on the whole Southern intellect. Reasoning the
most masterly was employed to annihilate the first principles of reason;
the understanding of man was insanely placed in direct antagonism to his
moral instincts; and finally the astounding conclusion was reached, that
the Creator of mankind has his pet races,--that God himself scouts his
colored children, and nicknames them "Niggers."
It is delicious to watch the exulting and somewhat contemptuous audacity
with which he hurries to the unforeseen conclusion those who have once
been simple enough to admit his premises. Towards men who have some
logical capacity his tone is that of respectful impatience; but as he
goads on the reluctant and resentful victims of his reasoning, who
loiter and limp painfully in the steps of his rapid deductions, he seems
to say, with ironic scorn, "A little faster, my poor cripples!"
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