The Non-Signers (September/October 1987 | Volume: 38, Issue: 6)

The Non-Signers

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Authors: Charles L. Mee, Jr.

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September/October 1987 | Volume 38, Issue 6

THE FINAL MOMENT CAME ON MONDAY MORNING, September 17,1787. The heat of summer had given way to a hint of autumn crispness. A weekend rain had cleared the air in Philadelphia and left the city fresh. In Independence Hall a newly engrossed copy of the finished Constitution—written in a fine hand on four large pieces of parchment—lay on the green baize of the presiding officer’s table. There would be a few ceremonial speeches, and then the delegates would line up to put their signatures to the document that would shape their new country for the next two centuries and more. Who could resist being overwhelmed by a wave of sentiment at the thought of participating in such a momentous occasion? Certainly not Ben Franklin, who—so it is said—wept as he put his signature to the Constitution.

But as it turned out, there were three men in the room who refused to endorse the summer’s work. Despite the momentousness, despite the pressure and even the pleading of their peers, despite the opportunity to be remembered among that small number of America’s Founding Fathers who composed and offered the Constitution to their countrymen, three men obstinately held out: Edmund Randolph and George Mason of Virginia and Elbridge Gerry of Massachusetts. Each for his own reasons detested the Constitution.

Forty-three-year-old Elbridge Gerry was a slight, dapper man, a merchant from Marblehead, a friend of the radical democrat Sam Adams, a man who spoke excitedly, with a stutter, about the virtues of liberty and of how those virtues were best protected by local government. As a political theorist and as a businessman, he feared a powerful central government that might meddle with free enterprise. At the same time, he understood the worth of the special privileges that a government might grant a business. On the one hand, he could see that those grants of privilege could be more easily controlled through one’s own state legislature; on the other hand, a federal legislature—if dominated by such large states as Massachusetts8212;might grant even larger favors. All summer long Gerry had fluctuated frantically back and forth between his instincts as a businessman and his genuine love of genuine liberty. On the last day of the convention he was still frantic.

Edmund Randolph came from the old Virginia stock that was devoted to fox hunting, horse racing, social dancing, and long visits at one another’s plantations. By virtue of their standing in the community, there were perhaps no more than a hundred families that were accustomed to running things, and the Randolphs were one of those families. His father, uncle, and grandfather all had been king’s attorneys before the Revolution. He himself had been Virginia’s first attorney general and was, in 1787, at the age of thirty-four, Virginia’s governor. He had an affection for Virginia and for the pleasures of local customs and usages that made him an instinctive States’ Rights man, unable to give much power to a central government.

George Mason,