Driving a Soft Bargain (September 1996 | Volume: 47, Issue: 5)

Driving a Soft Bargain

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Authors: John Steele Gordon

Historic Era: Era 4: Expansion and Reform (1801-1861)

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September 1996 | Volume 47, Issue 5

It is surely fortunate that only very seldom these days does the fate of a great nation lie in the hands of a single individual. Winston Churchill, in his history of the First World War, described Admiral Jellicoe, who had commanded the British Grand Fleet in the Battle of Jutland, as “the only man on either side who could lose the war in an afternoon.” Two and a half decades later, of course, the fate of Britain, and thus the world, lay in the hands of Churchill himself.

 

The closest the United States has come to such a situation, at least in this century, was probably in the “hundred days” of the New Deal, when the country and Congress alike looked to Franklin Roosevelt to prevent the complete collapse of the American economy. During that period Roosevelt was, in effect, a dictator, although let me hasten to add that I mean the word only in its best sense, that of the office of the Roman Republic once filled by Cincinnatus. Earlier, of course, Abraham Lincoln certainly held the fate of this nation in his hands as well.

But Jellicoe, Churchill, Roosevelt, and Lincoln are exactly the sort of people one might expect to hold such power and responsibility, and they will live forever in history as a result. Forty-eight years before Lincoln was sworn in as President, however, another man found himself, briefly, with America’s destiny at his disposal. Yet today he is forgotten except in his hometown of Philadelphia, which he richly endowed.

His name was Stephen Girard, and he is the subject of a recent biography by George Wilson (Combined Books, 1995). Girard was a businessman who never held public office. Instead he devoted his life to making money. That, it turns out, was exactly why his country needed him desperately in March 1813.

Girard was born in Châtrons (now part of Bordeaux), France, on May 20, 1750. His right eye was deformed from birth. Still worse, it was too large for its socket, and its pupil was fixed in the outer corner, giving him a fish-eye appearance. As a child, he was, naturally, tormented by his contemporaries about his eye and he would be shy and sensitive about his appearance all his life. Although, at the turn of the nineteenth century, men in his position had their portraits painted as a matter of course, even frequently, Girard always flatly refused to sit for one, and there are no likenesses of him taken from life. Even those drawn after his death usually show his face in three-quarter profile, obscuring his right eye. (Girard’s private life was also less than happy. He had no children, and his wife, who went insane, lived in an institution for years, leaving him unable to remarry.)

Bordeaux was, and is, one of the great ports of France, and the Girard family had earned its living from the sea for many generations. Girard’s father owned several small