WILLITS, Calif. 5/24/20 — Tomorrow is Memorial Day in the United States, a holiday in which those who have fallen in service to this republic are honored.
The practice of decorating the graves of the honored dead has ancient roots, but in the United States the direct antecedent of Memorial Day was Decoration Day. After the Civil War the Grand Army of the Republic (a fraternal organization of Union veterans), urged the proclamation of a day to honor the men who had died preserving the Union and fighting for the freedom of millions of enslaved people.
Remembering the sacrifice of all of those who have died in the cause of freedom, and the pain suffered by their families, we here reprint President Lincoln’s Letter to Mrs. Bixby, and Frederick Douglas’s speech “The Unknown Loyal Dead,” which was delivered at Arlington Cemetery at the Tomb of the Unknown Solider, on Decoration Day in 1871. Lydia Bixby was a Boston widow who at the time was believed to have lost five sons in the war to preserve the Union, and President Lincoln’s letter is an attempt to console this tremendous loss.
While Lincoln’s letter reminds us of the sacrifices made by Union soldiers, Douglas’s speech reminds us of what the fought for, the preservation of the Union, freedom, and an end to slavery. In the speech he speaks to the future of the republic and reminds us that, “…if the star-spangled banner floats only over free American citizens in every quarter of the land, and our country has before it a long and glorious career of justice, liberty, and civilization, we are indebted to the unselfish devotion of the noble army who rest in these honored graves all around us.”
Both works are worth reading, one to recall the terrible costs of war, and the other to remember the liberation won by the efforts of the dead.
And so we republish both here:
Executive Mansion,
Washington, Nov. 21, 1864.Dear Madam,
I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle.
I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering to you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save.
I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of Freedom.
Yours, very sincerely and respectfully,
A. Lincoln.Mrs. Bixby.
President Abraham Lincoln
And here Frederick Douglas’s speech, The Unknown Loyal Dead:
Arlington National Cemetery, Virginia
Decoration Day, May 30, 1871Friends and Fellow Citizens:
Tarry here for a moment. My words shall be few and simple. The solemn rites of this hour and place call for no lengthened speech. There is, in the very air of this resting-ground of the unknown dead a silent, subtle and all-pervading eloquence, far more touching, impressive, and thrilling than living lips have ever uttered. Into the measureless depths of every loyal soul it is now whispering lessons of all that is precious, priceless, holiest, and most enduring in human existence.
Dark and sad will be the hour to this nation when it forgets to pay grateful homage to its greatest benefactors. The offering we bring to-day is due alike to the patriot soldiers dead and their noble comrades who still live; for, whether living or dead, whether in time or eternity, the loyal soldiers who imperiled all for country and freedom are one and inseparable.
Those unknown heroes whose whitened bones have been piously gathered here, and whose green graves we now strew with sweet and beautiful flowers, choice emblems alike of pure hearts and brave spirits, reached, in their glorious career that last highest point of nobleness beyond which human power cannot go. They died for their country.
No loftier tribute can be paid to the most illustrious of all the benefactors of mankind than we pay to these unrecognized soldiers when we write above their graves this shining epitaph.
When the dark and vengeful spirit of slavery, always ambitious, preferring to rule in hell than to serve in heaven, fired the Southern heart and stirred all the malign elements of discord, when our great Republic, the hope of freedom and self-government throughout the world, had reached the point of supreme peril, when the Union of these states was torn and rent asunder at the center, and the armies of a gigantic rebellion came forth with broad blades and bloody hands to destroy the very foundations of American society, the unknown braves who flung themselves into the yawning chasm, where cannon roared and bullets whistled, fought and fell. They died for their country.
We are sometimes asked, in the name of patriotism, to forget the merits of this fearful struggle, and to remember with equal admiration those who struck at the nation’s life and those who struck to save it, those who fought for slavery and those who fought for liberty and justice.
I am no minister of malice. I would not strike the fallen. I would not repel the repentant; but may my “right hand forget her cunning and my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth,” if I forget the difference between the parties to hat terrible, protracted, and bloody conflict.
If we ought to forget a war which has filled our land with widows and orphans; which has made stumps of men of the very flower of our youth; which has sent them on the journey of life armless, legless, maimed and mutilated; which has piled up a debt heavier than a mountain of gold, swept uncounted thousands of men into bloody graves and planted agony at a million hearthstones — I say, if this war is to be forgotten, I ask, in the name of all things sacred, what shall men remember?
The essence and significance of our devotions here to-day are not to be found in the fact that the men whose remains fill these graves were brave in battle. If we met simply to show our sense of bravery, we should find enough on both sides to kindle admiration. In the raging storm of fire and blood, in the fierce torrent of shot and shell, of sword and bayonet, whether on foot or on horse, unflinching courage marked the rebel not less than the loyal soldier.
But we are not here to applaud manly courage, save as it has been displayed in a noble cause. We must never forget that victory to the rebellion meant death to the republic. We must never forget that the loyal soldiers who rest beneath this sod flung themselves between the nation and the nation’s destroyers. If today we have a country not boiling in an agony of blood, like France, if now we have a united country, no longer cursed by the hell-black system of human bondage, if the American name is no longer a by-word and a hissing to a mocking earth, if the star-spangled banner floats only over free American citizens in every quarter of the land, and our country has before it a long and glorious career of justice, liberty, and civilization, we are indebted to the unselfish devotion of the noble army who rest in these honored graves all around us.
Frederick Douglas
Sadly, all those fallen who are remembered today died in vain. They fought against dictators who ruled by decree, and rulers that “ordered” populations to do as the government demanded, with no consideration of the consent of the governed.
Now, today, in what we thought was America, we have rule by decree, and government “orders” that have put tens of millions of Americans out of work, destroyed tens of thousands of businesses, and killed tens of thousands of Americans from suicide and other deaths from despair. Yes, the government, “your” government, is killing people with its actions, right now. Not “might kill” people from, say, a virus, but actually driving people to death, by denying them their inalienable right to a living and a right to live their lives.
If the veterans who gave their lives ostensibly for freedom did not die in vain, why are we now seeing what they took up arms against reigning here in our country now, today?
When we get to July 4th, what, exactly, shall we celebrate? Independence from oppressive government? If that wasn’t so tragically sad, it would be funny. But tyranny is never funny, even with the alleged excuse of “we’re ‘protecting’ you.” Actually, it’s especially not funny when government becomes dictatorial with the false claim of “we’re ‘protecting’ you.”