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Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Who is William Walker?

You've never heard of William Walker.

I apologize if you're a hardcore history buff, but I think it's safe to say his name is generic and altogether unfamiliar to most.

William Walker is, to be blunt, one of the most intriguing men who has ever lived.

This adventurous, albeit sinister, Tennessean actually ruled Nicaragua for a year starting in 1856.

What was a young man from Nashville doing in Latin America at that time you ask? Well, to put it quite simply, Walker was trying to conquer Latin America.

He was like Simon Bolivar, only in reserve and with a hillbilly accent.

Here's his story from The California Native:

The Saga of William Walker

By Don Fuchik


President of Lower California, Emperor of Nicaragua, doctor, lawyer, writer—these were some of the titles claimed by William Walker, the greatest American filibuster.

In the mid-nineteenth century, adventurers known as filibusters participated in military actions aimed at obtaining control of Latin American nations with the intent of annexing them to the United States—an expression of Manifest Destiny, the idea that the United States was destined to control the continent. Only 5'2" and weighing 120 pounds, Walker was a forceful and convincing speaker and a fearless fighter who commanded the respect of his men in battle.

Born in 1824 in Tennessee, Walker graduated from the University of Nashville at the age of 14 and by 19 had earned a medical degree. He practiced medicine in Philadelphia, studied law in New Orleans, and then became co-owner of a newspaper, the Crescent, where the young poet Walt Whitman worked. When the paper was sold, Walker moved on to California, where he worked as a reporter in San Francisco before setting up a law office in Marysville.

When he was 29, his freebooting nature led him to become the leader of a group plotting to detach parts of northern Mexico. Recruiting a small army, he sailed to Baja California and conquered La Paz, declaring himself president of Lower California. He then decided to extend his little empire to include Sonora, and renamed it “The Republic of Sonora.”

Marching on to the Colorado River, Walker found himself faced with harsh conditions and a high desertion rate, forcing him to retreat to California, where he surrendered to U.S. authorities on charges of violating U.S. neutrality laws.

One result of this incursion was that Mexico sold a part of Sonora to the United States—the transaction we call the Gadsden Purchase. Acquitted of criminal charges, Walker next turned his attention to Central America. Throughout this region, chaos reigned, as forces known as Democrats and Legitimists fought each other. The leader of the Democratic faction in Nicaragua invited Walker to bring an army and join the struggle against the Legitimists. In 1855, with his army of 58 Americans, later called by stateside romantics,

“The Immortals,” he landed in Nicaragua. Within a year, leading “The Immortals” and a native rebel force, he routed the Legitimists and captured Granada, their capital. His success roused concern in the other Central American countries, especially Costa Rica, which sent in a well-armed force to invade Nicaragua. Walker's army repelled the invasion, but a poorly executed counter attack into Costa Rica failed, and a war of attrition continued, in which disease killed more soldiers on both sides than enemy bullets.

Other enemies plagued Walker. Cornelius Vanderbilt, the shipping magnate, seeking control of the San Juan River-Lake Nicaragua route from the Caribbean to the Pacific, armed Walker's enemies, while the British navy, attempting to thwart American influences in the region, regularly harassed efforts to supply him. In spite of these factors, Walker had himself elected president of Nicaragua. The United States briefly recognized his government but never sent him aid. Soon the other countries of Central America formed an alliance against him, and in mid 1857 he surrendered once again to a U.S. naval officer and returned to the U.S.

Landing first in New Orleans, he was greeted as a hero. He visited President Buchanan, then went on to New York, all the time seeking support for a return to Nicaragua. But support waned as returning soldiers reported military blunders and poor management.

Nevertheless he succeeded in raising another army, and returned to Nicaragua in late 1857. Again thwarted by the British navy, he abandoned his third Latin American invasion.

Still undaunted and seeking support for yet another venture, Walker wrote a book, The War in Nicaragua. Knowing that his best prospects lay in the South, he assumed a strong pro-slavery stance. This strategy proved successful, and in 1860 he once again sailed south. Unable to land in Nicaragua due to the ever-present British, he landed in Honduras, planning to march overland, but the British soon captured him and turned him over to the Hondurans. Six days later, at the age of 36, he was executed by a firing squad. The Walker saga had ended. This enigmatic man had come close to altering the history of the continent. Had he been successful, he might have brought several Central American countries into the United States as pro-southern states, altering the balance in Congress and postponing The Civil War.

Today Walker is far better known in Central America than in the United States. Costa Ricans honor Juan Santamaria, a young drummer boy who became a national hero by torching a fort in which Walker's army was encamped, and a national park, Santa Rosa, commemorates the battle where Walker's soldiers were expelled from Costa Rica.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Rest in Peace, Michael Crichton.

Michael Crichton was one of my favorite authors as a child. He was a brilliant writer who wrote in a genre I call "non-nerdy" science fiction.

My favorite Crichton books: Sphere, Jurassic Park, Rising Sun and Disclosure.

From AP:

Michael Crichton, the million-selling author of such historic and prehistoric science thrillers as "Jurassic Park," "Timeline" and "The Andromeda Strain," has died of cancer, his family said.
He died Tuesday in Los Angeles at age 66 after a long battle with the illness.

Chrichton was a brand-name author, known for his stories of disaster and systematic breakdown, such as the rampant microbe of "The Andromeda Strain" or dinosaurs running amok in "Jurassic Park," one of his many books that became major Hollywood movies.

"Through his books, Michael Crichton served as an inspiration to students of all ages, challenged scientists in many fields, and illuminated the mysteries of the world in a way we could all understand," his family said in a statement.

The 6-foot-9-inch author was also a screenwriter and filmmaker, earning producing and writing credits for the film versions of many of his titles. He also created the TV hospital series "ER" in 1994.

In recent years, he was the rare writer to get on well with President Bush, perhaps because of his skepticism about global warming, which Crichton addressed in the 2004 novel, "State of Favor." Crichton's views were strongly condemned by environmentalists, who alleged that the author was hurting efforts to pass legislation to reduce emissions of carbon dioxide.

A new novel by Crichton had been tentatively scheduled to come next month, but publisher HarperCollins said the book was postponed indefinitely because of his illness.

"While the world knew him as a great storyteller that challenged our preconceived notions about the world around us—and entertained us all while doing so—his wife Sherri, daughter Taylor, family and friends knew Michael Crichton as a devoted husband, loving father and generous friend who inspired each of us to strive to see the wonders of our world through new eyes," his family said.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Election 2008: It takes all kinds

I met the most peculiar woman today at a grocery store. I was talking to her about the upcoming presidential election and, as crazy as this sounds, she left me speechless.

When I asked her who she thought was going to win, she didn't give me a straight answer. Instead, she proceeded to tell me that Barack Obama is, in fact, a Muslim and an unpatriotic one at that. She said that one time he was on videotape during the national anthem and (pause for dramatic effect) he didn't even mouth the words!

Before I had the opportunity to pencil her name into the Republican column, she told me that if McCain becomes president our country will be in Iraq forever — and that our boys will return home in every manner of maimed.

I was troubled about this woman and her mental health. How can she deal with the prospect of voting for either an anti-American Muslim or a warmonger?

(In her defense, she did call me an "all-American lookin' guy.")

My favorite reporter moment of the day came when I asked a gentleman named George about the election.

Here was his response:

“I don't think either of them should be president. I couldn't give a crap less one way or the other.”

I love printing stuff like that.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Colin Powell endorses Obama

This endorsement is worth listening to. Colin Powell is a great American and, as much as I discount most endorsements, this one is actually meaningful to me.

Pay close attention to his words regarding the direction of the Republican Party. I share his concern with some of the bigotry on the right with respect to Barack Obama.

He recognizes how the game (read politics) is played, but he is disgusted at what his party has become. I don't have a party, per se, but I agree.

Here goes:

Friday, October 17, 2008

I love a good roast

If you missed this last night, this is your chance to hear what may go down as one of the best political roasts of all-time. Where have you been all election, John?

Thursday, October 09, 2008

If you haven't already, see this film: Dead Man Walking

I'm not a movie buff, per se, but I know a great one when I see it.

I recently watched, once again, one of my all-time favorite films, "Dead Man Walking," starring Sean Penn and Susan Sarandon.

The film, released in 1995, is adapted from the book of the same name, written by Sister Helen Prejean.

As if you couldn't guess, the film revolves around the hot-button issue of capital punishment.

The film closes with the confession of murderer and rapist, Matthew Poncelet, whom Prejean counseled in the last days and weeks of his life.

Throughout the film, Prejean struggles with her role as comforter to a man so many believed was sub-human:

Clyde Percy: How can you stand next to him?

Sister Helen Prejean: Mr. Percy, I'm just trying to follow the example of Jesus, who said that a person is not as bad as his worst deed.

Clyde Percy: This is not a person. This is an animal.

In the end, it becomes clear that revenge simply wasn' good enough for the families of the killer's victims. Poncelet, just before he was put to death, said he hoped that his death would bring relief to the families. It did not.

This is the case, in my opinion, because killing as punishment for killing makes us less human, appealing to baser instincts. Revenge doesn't right wrongs as much as it creates new ones.

Here is my favorite scene:

Prison guard: Tell me something sister, what is nun doing in a place like this. Shouldn't you be teaching children? Didn't you know what this man has done? How he killed them kids?

Sister Helen Prejean: What he was involved with was evil. I don't condone it. I just don't see the sense of killing people to say that killing people's wrong.

Prison guard: You know what the Bible say, 'An eye for an eye'.

Sister Helen Prejean: You know what else the Bible asks for death as a punishment? For adultery, prostitution, homosexuality, trespass upon sacred grounds, profane in a sabbath and contempt to parents.

Prison guard: I ain't gonna get no Bible quote from no nun cause I'm gonna lose.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

The Fight of the Featherweights: Obama and McCain bore me to tears

The headline in Tuesday's New York Post said it all: Tired out.

What had been billed as the biggest thing to happen in Mississippi since the siege of Vicksburg went off with a resounding thud.

The first presidential debate between Senators John McCain (R-AZ) and Barack Obama (D-IL) last Friday night was one yawn short of a zero-hour study hall.

Want proof?

This debate drew nearly 8 million fewer viewers than the first debate between President Bush and Sen. John Kerry in 2004.

As you might imagine, I have a few theories to explain this lack of interest.

First, our candidates are predictable at best and predictably boring at worst.

Did you hear any new information come out of either candidate? Perhaps something of substance for those of us who aren't inclined to throw support behind either without knowing a little more?

Of course you didn't.

What you heard, if indeed you tuned in, was more empty rhetoric about the economy, and how what happens on Wall Street affects Main Street – a trite catchphrase adopted by members of both parties during the recent credit crisis.

We weren't even eight minutes into the proceedings and both candidates had already borrowed the line from each other.

And from there, they bored us with talk of taxation.

Ok, we get it.

Obama wants to "Robin Hood" (that's a verb now) the rich while McCain prefers to "Ronald Reagan" the poor.

Honestly, how many more times do we have to hear about taxes? We get it already.
I'd rather go back a year and listen to Obama and Sen. Clinton argue about their virtually identical healthcare plans.

Second, could this debate have been any more sterile? I realize that the event organizers didn't want the debate to look like a pep rally for either candidate, but did the auditorium at Ole Miss have to be as quiet as a mime's funeral?

In so doing, they created a situation in which our two candidates looked like fish out of water. Without the instant affirmation of partisan cheers and pity snickers, these two were walking over their already well-worn jokes.

When McCain returned to the well and pulled up his standby line about earmarks (you know, the one about paternity tests for bears in Montana), no one laughed.

No one laughed when he called "earmarking" a "gateway drug", either.

But in the interest of full disclosure, McCain did get a couple guffaws after he said that it would be hard for Obama to "reach across the aisle from that far to the left." The only problem, of course, was that the only people who actually thought it amusing were McCain and Obama.

We're not laughing, Senator, because we're either crying or, in the case of those who were actually in Oxford Friday night, sleeping.

And Obama didn't fair any better, mind you.

Like, for instance, when moderator Jim Lehrer of PBS suggested that neither candidate seemed interested in putting forth any major changes to their presidential agendas in the aftermath of the forthcoming bailout bill in Congress.

Obama commenced spinning his wheels, claiming that some things would have to be delayed.

By some things, Senator, I think you mean most things.

Decreases in revenue accompanied by increases in spending tend to have a noxious affect on the economy. New government entitlement programs during a recession is bad business, and both candidates know that.

Things are different now, gentlemen.

To take the stage in front of millions of Americans fearful of an even more acute economic downturn and sing the same old song would be sad if it weren't so typical.

Americans like me are tired of the fight of the featherweights.

Be real. Tell the truth.

This is not a game to us.