A Leopard Who Never Changed His Spots

Vowing he would never change his spots, Sen. Sam Houston gave up his seat in the upper chamber defending the 1850 Missouri Compromise

Houston – The general lay in bed in the Steamboat House at The Hunt, the chosen name for what is now Huntsville, and an antiquated name for “the deer lease.” He coughed his life away in a terminal case of pneumonia, alone, dishonored, shunned by his former colleagues in war and peace. The year, 1863, was one of the darkest in the history of the nation.

Houston had dared to be the only Democrat in the U.S. Senate who voted against the Missouri-Nebraska Act, the recognized precursor to the Civil War by those who cherish the illusion that the nation’s bloodiest conflict was fought over anything other than punitive import tariffs aimed at the agricultural southern states and industrial dominance by the states that remained in the Union and perpetrated what is referred to as the cassus belli, the tipping point that started the “War of Northern Aggression” at Charleston Harbor, South Carolina.

The utter insanity of civil war – either psychological or in real blood and bullets – will repeat itself in the Domed City on Saturday, June 10.

The chosen political street theater is an exercise in revisionist history, the removal of a statue of a person perceived as a militant slaveholder

ANTIFA operatives who are working on behalf of Black Lives Matter are planning to stage a rally and demonstration at the heroic equestrian statue of Gen. Sam Houston where Fannin and Main Streets cross in the Museum District, the entrance to Hermann Park.

Patriots planning to ride in on Harleys and in pickups stocked with well-iced coolers will muster in a supermarket parking lot nearby to prepare for their arrival as mechanized cavalry. The anticipated clash of cultures is as ridiculous as can be, since the objective – Houston’s statue – memorializes a former revolutionary General, two-time President of the Republic of Texas, U.S. Senator, Governor and Presidential aspirant who willingly gave up his political career trying to prevent the further expansion of slavery in what then Senator and President to be John F. Kennedy characterized in his historical work, “Profiles in Courage” as something worthy of honor.

The truth is, the dark horror of it all, is inscribed in the U.S. Constitution, Article 1, Section 2, which provides that… “Representatives and direct taxes shall be apportioned among the several States which may be included within this Union, according to their respective Numbers, which shall be determined by adding to the whole Number of free Persons, including those bound to Service for a Term of Years, and excluding Indians not taxed, three fifths of all other persons.”

It was by counting “all other persons” at three-fifths their actual number that the Republic had compromised the issue of parity of the great discrepancy between population of enfranchised citizens in the northern states and those in the south.

This method of determining representation in the lower chamber, which was limited to no more than 30,000 for each District, was repealed by the 14th Amendment, a measure which many activists consider to have never been truly ratified by the states because the eleven former Confederate States were then governed by martial law. Their Congressional delegations were thus prevented from casting their votes in the matter.

It is not surprising that Sylvester Turner, a man of color who came to the Mayoralty in 2016, says the issue is “not even on my agenda.”

Voting against the act that cost Houston his political career was truly courageous because it provided the freedom for states who joined the United States as territories to make their own determination as to what the law of the land would be in regard to involuntary servitude. If ever there was an example of states rights rampant, it was the Missouri-Kansas Act of 1854.

Houston had voted for the Missouri Compromise of 1850, which provided that no state above the latitude of 36 degrees, 30 minutes, would be a slaveholding state.

He sported a leopard skin waistcoat to symbolize, as any self-respecting rooster would, that he was one leopard who would never change his spots. In those days, the rooster was the symbol of the Democrats, rather than the donkey. The Raven was a flashy dresser. During his tenure as the Ambassador for the Cherokee Nation, he often wore beaded buckskins at Washington City as he made his diplomatic rounds.

Now, they have come for his statue, which depicts him astride his war pony, one of three shot from underneath him during the 18-minute Battle of San Jacinto, in which he was wounded in the ankle.

We shall keep our readers posted as to future developments in this city of bayous, creeks, rivers and the gumption to dig a 50-mile ditch to turn itself from a swamp into a thriving seaport, the only place in North America in which employees of the UK’s Diplomatic Corps receive tropical pay in compensation for the lovely weather.

“The Steamboat House”



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