The President's Pact

Nathan Cole, a present-day historian takes George Washington, John Adams, Thomas Jefferson and James Madison to the Present Day and they offer their insights and opinions on current topics.

Chapter One: The Historian

Nathan Cole worked for a history museum in Jackson, Mississippi. He worked there for six years. The drive to the downtown digs from his home in the suburbs took longer because of heavy traffic on weekdays. Nathan loved it because the job allowed him to use his history degree. The room had two large displays. He performed his duties as a tour guide on that rainy Thursday before the thief broke in. He walked around the room with a group of twenty people, mostly tourists, wearing summer clothes with cameras in hand.

      "Here are the ones that established our nation. We call them the Founding Fathers," Nathan explained. The display featured life-size mannequins wearing colonial clothing. Several of them stood in a row. One of them was sitting at a desk, holding a quill pen. The sign in front noted his name as Thomas Jefferson, President, and Writer of the Declaration of Independence.

     Then Nathan turned and walked toward the other display. His shoes clicked solidly on the old wooden floor. This display was different. The enslaved mannequins wore homespun Virginia cloth; some with turbans and some had old, worn-out shoes. Pick axes and shovels were also in the display. In the distance stood a row of cotton with a picture of a rustic barn in the background.

      Nathan noticed an African American man moving the mop back and forth. He wore blue coveralls and a cap to match his uniform. By his side was a yellow bucket.

  "Hey, Lenny!" said Nathan. Lenny waved and kept on quietly mopping the floors.

        "This is our custodian, Lenny."

       The group waved. He gave them a friendly wave back.

        "Hi," said Lenny.

            Nathan led them out of the area, back toward the front of the building. He looked at the displays; one after another.

           Nathan finished the tour about an hour later. As they walked to the front lobby, some folks gave him dollar tips. He accepted it, thanked them, and told them to come again. Officer Stevenson, the afternoon guard, shut the front door loudly with a bang.

          Nathan chuckled, "Those doors sounded like an earthquake was about to happen."

          Stevenson smiled. Nathan knew Stevenson wasn't the chatty type. The officer needed the job badly because his wife cleaned him out after the divorce.

          Nathan stared out the window and said, "This town has changed a lot. I remember back in 1995, gas was $1.14." He glanced at the worn old building across the street, lost in his thoughts. The tour guide checked his watch. "Mr. Ray should be here soon."

           Just then, the door clanged open with Mr. Ray pushing through the museum's doors. Stevenson, standing by the door, became rigid at attention, like a soldier.

           Mr. Ray wore a soaking white suit that stretched tightly over his giant belly. He was chewing on a cigar stub between his teeth, muttering to himself as he limped over the threshold.

           "Right on time, boss," declared Nathan. "Oh, I see it's been raining this afternoon."

            "Uh, huh? What of it?" he replied.

Nathan suggested, "I have an idea," after a few minutes of conversation. Since this neighborhood is changing: less business and tourist traffic, why not move this museum to the suburbs, like Madison or Ridgeland?"

              Mr. Ray's eyes narrowed. "I'm not moving to this museum," he barked.

             Nathan pleads his case. "Just a thought. That's where I grew up. I know the people there. Let me try to find somebody interested in our museum and a building in that area to move."

            "I like it here. Been at our home for twenty years."

             "In Jackson, it's getting more dangerous. You know that."

             A stern look from his boss silenced Nathan.

             "Yes, sir," Nathan said. "Tomorrow I am expecting a group of school kids to show up for Independence Day. I think they are looking to do research for their history class."

             "And we have the mayor coming tomorrow," added Mr. Ray.

              "The mayor? You didn't tell me that."

              "Everything all set, right?"

Nathan wonders about the upcoming arrangements.

               "You better not let me down. If something goes sideways, Cole, I'm holding you responsible."

                The dark-haired historian winced at the tone of his last name. He nodded. "I'll be here at nine o'clock to escort the school children in. Will the major arrive simultaneously?

        Mr. Ray nodded, then left as he came. Nathan breathed a sigh of relief. He grabbed his raincoat and headed out in the pouring rain. Tomorrow will be a memorable day, he thought, not eagerly anticipating it.

         But unknown to him, the morning would be memorable, but for a different reason.

                                   

Chapter Two: Who Did the Switch?

            The historian drove his car into the museum parking lot the next morning. He saw a shiny black limo already parked in the VIP area next to Mr. Ray's white Mercedes. The school bus arrived afterwards. Nathan got out, stepping into the humid Mississippi summer day; but didn't complain. He opened the museum's front door, surveying the layout.

            When he walked into the display room, Nathan recognized Jackson's mayor, who looked pale as a ghost.

            "What's going on here?" Nathan said.

            The mayor turned around, eyes wide open. "Is this a joke?" he thundered.

            "No sir, Mr. Mayor." He peered from one display to another. The Founding Fathers were wearing slave clothes and the slave mannequins were wearing the Founding Fathers' clothes.

            "The displays are reversed," Nathan said, not believing his eyes.

             "Oh?" said the mayor.

             "Yes, sir."

            The mayor muttered under his breath, "Hm, meddling kids. The mayor will also visit the museum that day. No respect at all."

            "We'll get it straightened out." Nathan calls for Stevenson to inspect this and report it to the police. He also asks Stevenson to let Mr. Ray know the mayor is in the building.

             Nathan pointed to another room. "Why don't you stroll through the rest of the museum, on your own, while I take care of this incoming bus load of school kids. I will catch up with you later." Mr. Mayor nodded and walked through the rest of the museum. No one vandalized any other displays. Mr. Ray joined him later, and they discussed what had happened last night.

         After the mayor and children left that afternoon, Nathan talked to Stevenson, and they redressed the mannequins. They locked up the building at 5 o'clock.

  

 

 

          

                          

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Three: Prankster Breaks In

             The phone rang. Nathan looked at the clock. It said 7:00 am.

              "Hello?"

             "It happened again!" yelled a familiar voice.

              "Mr. Ray, sir? What happened?"

             "Somebody switched the clothes again! I'll fire you for this, Cole!"

Nathan sat up in bed, upright.

            " Give me twenty minutes."

              "Make it snappy!"

              "Remember, I live in Madison." Nathan said. I'll need some time to arrive.

             "Hurry!"

              Nathan ran into the museum, shutting the door behind him with a clang. Stevenson ran up to him. Lenny was in the room, mopping the floor near the counter.

   "It happened again," Stevenson told him.

   "Where is Mr. Ray?" asked Nathan.

   Stevenson pointed and said, "He's mad as a hornet."

              Nathan walked into the display room. Mr. Ray's red face was fuming. The tour guide looked around the room. The displays were reversed again, just like yesterday.

              "Okay, time to ask a question, boss. Who benefits from doing this?"

              "This is a prank, I tell you!" Mr. Ray shouted.

"I have a different opinion. It seems someone has a reason."

              "Reason? Are you blind? This is just some kid prank."

             "I don't buy that!" shouted Nathan.

              "You forget who pays your salary!" Mr. Ray yelled.

              "Something's off here. Do you owe money, debts to anybody, or is the museum in some kind of trouble?"

It's a prank to embarrass us. This shows that we are incompetent to run things. We are barely keeping afloat as it is because of increasing prices for everything, including admission here!"

  "Someone is playing a game with you. They are trying to get your attention."

"I don't believe it! What is the message they're conveying?

             Nathan glanced at Stevenson. "You got a flashlight?" he asked.

              "Yes."

               "Bring it with you. Follow me."

                Nathan walked outside. Stevenson followed. The big bronze door shut behind them.

"I believe someone is doing this for a reason."

"Do you believe that?" asked Stevenson.

              Nathan shook his head. "I don't buy that random nonsense from my boss. This act was deliberate and planned with a purpose."

" See, no footprints or forced entry." Nathan remarked."Strange."

Nathan went to the window beside the door. He inspected the windowpane and the wall.

               "Looks intact to me. Nothing broken or tampered with."

              "Let's go back inside," Nathan said.

               When he walked inside, feeling the cool air condition, Stevenson resumed his usual place by the door and looked at Nathan.

"Consider the possibility of these acts of vandalism being an inside job." Nathan contemplated silently.

                     

 

               

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 4: Suspect List

The incident at the museum brought a wave of excitement to this normally calm and ordinary location. The phones were constantly ringing. A veteran reporter for two decades, the local news station sent their number one anchor to film a segment in the display room. He asked Mr. Ray for a comment. The man boasted about the museum and displays for three minutes more than planned.

          In his office, Nathan sat in his chair, tapping his fingers against the wooden desk. He wrote a list of the employees to ponder on potential suspects. A door knock snapped him back to reality.

           Mr. Ray entered. His face was stressed and grim.

          "Who messed with the displays?" he asked again.

           Nathan shook his head. I'm checking the list of people with display access.

            "Go through them one by one."

            "Well, we have a receptionist, guard, custodian, intern and tour guide. Did I miss anyone else?"

             "Hmmmm. No. What time did everyone leave the building yesterday?"

"The intern was absent yesterday because we lack new displays. The receptionist usually leaves after the last tour group is finished. April, the secretary, left around 5 after I had finished with the last group. Stevenson locked up the building after April and I left, which is around 9pm. Our custodian, Lenny, left too."

"Who do you suppose did this?"

Honestly, I didn't see the displays before I left. I guess anyone of these people could have done it."

           "Maybe they are all working together on this prank?"

"No, I truly believe it's one person."

          "Two people," said Mr. Ray, holding up two fingers. "Contemplate the situation. Stevenson and Lenny are the final ones leaving. No one to see the prank until the museum opens the next morning."

           "We are back to the same problem. Who did it?"

           "Give me your opinion on why each employee could have done it."  

Nathan scratched his head, taking a moment to contemplate his relationship with each coworker.

"Stevenson, the guard, is lonely, wants attention and doesn't talk much. He has ample time to misbehave in the museum. Lenny, the custodian, is friendly and keeps the place clean. Why would he want to pull a prank? April, the receptionist, sells tickets and assists in the gift shop in the intern's absence. April is away for Spring Break."

"This has got to stop." commented Mr. Ray.

"Let's not be too hasty. It's happened twice, but we can be more observant during slow times or in the evenings after work.

 

                                  

 

Chapter 5: The Night at the Museum

            The historian came in the next morning. Stevenson met him at the door.

"Boss is mad as a hornet again," Stevenson told him. Nathan walked into the room. He found Mr. Ray, red-faced, standing in the middle of the display room.

"Why are you upset this time?" Nathan asked.

"He has struck again! I want this prankster to be found immediately!" he declared.

Nathan glanced at the displays. Someone switched the clothes for the third time.

Here we go again, Nathan pondered.

"Someone is playing games with me!" Mr. Ray muttered, shaking his fist in the air.

"Take it easy." Nathan told him.

"Who has a key?"

"A key?" Nathan muttered. "We'll figure this out. I'm sure the guard does, since he opens and closes every day. Lenny might, but I'm not sure about the other staff. I'll keep watch tonight, near the display room, and see what I can discover."  

"You will?"

 Nathan nodded. "Let's see if I can catch this person in the act."

 

 

 

 

Chapter 6: An Unusual Request

Stevenson finished his shift, completed his rounds, and believed the building was all clear. He left at ten o'clock sharp. However, Nathan was hiding in the supply closet next to the gift shop. Earlier that day, he snuck in a bedroll, a backpack with a change of clothes and flashlight. As he opened the closet, he heard the door slam and footsteps of Stevenson exiting the building. Also, someone had turned on the security lights both inside and out. It was all quiet, so Nathan put his bedroll behind the ticket counter, checked his phone for messages and settled in. Soon, he drifted off to sleep. Several hours passed when a c-r-e-a-k woke him up with a start. Heart racing and sweaty palms, he remained still. The intruder came in by a side door and was coming closer and closer, then walked toward the displays. The security light in that room showed him wearing dark clothes and gloves.

"Who are you?" Nathan called out, with his flashlight in hand.

             The figure turned, startled and dropped his key. The face was recognizable.

"Lenny? What are you doing here?" said Nathan, dumbfounded.

             Lenny, the custodian, stared at him. "Trying to right a wrong."

Nathan walked closer to him. "Right a wrong? What are you talking about?"

"I'm trying to send a message that they have given my people, African Americans. My goal was to attend college, but they denied me access to college back in the 60s because I'm black, and life opportunities fell by the wayside. It's been a hard road and I'm tired. So, I tried to get someone's attention by switching the clothes on the displays. TV has talked about me. Well, not my name, but what I did."
               Nathan chuckled.

"I'm trying to improve my life. Imagine if I could change the past and ensure equal rights for all, regardless of color.

Nathan nodded and replied, "Yeah, that would be cool."

"The Founding Fathers constructed a time machine during the birth of this nation. On my break here, I like to browse some books in our gift shop and library. I find a book that suggested this, a virtual time machine invented in the mid-1700s. I have that book in my apartment. Do you believe this?"

The historian frowned. "Time machine? So that's what this shenanigan is all about!"

Lenny nodded, "Yes! I believe you can go back in time. And YOU can do it because you know a lot about the Founding Fathers and their backgrounds. You'll be the perfect candidate."

"I'm flattered, but skeptical. Where do I start?"

Lenny's eyes were wide, alert, and filled with excitement. "According to the book, the time machine is at Mount Vernon. People believe that someone sold the dish cabinet years ago, which supposedly serves as the portal. Where abouts unknown."

            "No way. I have a cabinet from Mount Vernon, but unsure if it's the same one. What makes the cabinet special? How do I know I have THE cabinet? What do I look for? I have someone interested in buying my cabinet."

"Oh, no. I'd think twice before selling. With this, you can time travel and improve my people's lives."

"That's a lot to think about," Nathan said. "As long as you don't mess with the display again, I will do some research on this." Nathan walked to the gift shop and picked up the book Lenny had mentioned.

Lenny nodded "Thank you."

Then Nathan grabs his gear and they both left the museum. Nathan locked the door and they both left.

 

 

 

                                     

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 7: Washington's Cabinet

Mrs. Carter came to Nathan Cole's house, a one-story brick, near Jackson, soon after the museum prank. The initial order of interest was the sale of an antique dish cabinet. They were in the attic discussing the price of the item.

"It is worth twice as much as you are paying," he remarked, glancing at her and smirking at her offer.

"I bet a billionaire would pay a handsome fee for a sample of the past. This is from Mount Vernon, George Washington's home. Made it himself, so the legend says."

Mrs. Carter remarked while looking at the furniture.

"Cash only. No checks. Makes the deal go faster." Nathan coughed and patted his chest. "The dust in this attic gets to me every time.," He looked at Mrs. Carter. "How about it?"

She still stared at the piece. "History jacks up the price, doesn't it? Ten thousand dollars in cash. Are you sure this is a deal?" She nodded in agreement and shook his hand to confirm.

" Pleasure doing business with you," the young fellow said as he thought about the money that would help him pay some recent medical bills.

"I look forward to having this piece of history in my house," she confessed to him. "How did you get it?"

Nathan shrugged. "My grandfather bought it at an auction a long time ago. It sparked my interest in history."

He promised to have the commodity ready for delivery. The visitor walked out the front door, and Nathan returned upstairs to think about his recent sale. Is this THE cabinet? Nathan wondered if he was doing the right thing.

 In pondering this, he saw a bright light inside the cabinet, then watched it fade out. Curiously, he opened the cabinet door to inspect this further. As he looked inside and heard a soft, quick tapping sound and saw a mouse scurrying down the shelf. He watched it disappear through the mouse hole in the bottom of the cabinet. Near the hole lay a bronze mug. He grabbed the smooth handle and inspected it closer.

Nathan flipped the mug over and saw the writing on the bottom. The inscription was brief. Four words. He read, "WE ARE THE PEOPLE" and there was another bright light.

The light became more intense. Nathan closed his eyes. After a moment, he opened them and realized he was in a bedroom. On his right was a dresser. Sunlight beamed through the oval-shaped window. In front of him lay a double bed. Nathan inched closer to the nightstand. He observed a smoldering candle.

"Nobody uses candles anymore," he whispered to himself. Nathan froze when he heard various voices down the hall. He opened the door, tiptoed down the stairs, and saw a door ajar. Nathan moved closer to the voices.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 8: Mount Vernon 1776

Nathan crept closer to the chattering but was still out of their view. The man at the head of the table was wearing a uniform. He sat tall and straight, observing his friends but with little emotion. The individual on his left was short and plump, wearing common clothes. The person with red hair was debating with him. Nathan noticed a fourth man standing there motionless by the window, slender and covered in solid black. The officer noticed Nathan peering around the doorway and gestured to him.

"Hey, silence you two!" he yelled. They kept at it. Voices and tempers getting higher and louder.

"I said SILENCE!" he roared, gesturing a stop motion with his hand. The argument stopped. Stillness hung in the air. "You two bicker like dogs over a bone. I've had enough of it! We have a guest, by the way. Come in stranger."

"Those are strange clothes you are wearing," said the common clothed man. "Who are you? Where are you from?"

Nathan stammered, "I'm from the future."

"You came from the cabinet?" The officer asked, who sat at the head of the table.

Nathan asked, "How did you know that?"

"Because I designed it."

"Designed what? The common man in ordinary clothes asked, "What are you talking about?"

The officer smiled. "In due time, John," he said. "Let our guest get comfortable first."

The red-haired gentleman stood up, walked over to Nathan, and extended his hand. Nathan looked at his coat, black and white material, a red silk waistcoat and matching breeches. A high-class fashioned gentleman.

"Thomas Jefferson," introducing himself.

The eyes of Nathan widened in disbelief.

  "You are?" Jefferson inquired.

             "Nathan," he managed in a whisper and shook Jefferson's palm.

             Jefferson nodded, giving him a firm grip. "Nice to meet you."

              "Come on in," said the tallest officer.

            "George Washington?" Nathan sputtered.

"I am," the officer answered. "We are having brunch. Help yourself."

Nathan nodded. "Thanks."

Jefferson introduced the other men. The individual who argued with him was John Adams. The lone figure who stood by the window was James Madison, a strange, quiet man dressed in black. His dress code was more appropriate for a funeral instead of a lively meeting.

"What year is it?"

"The year is 1776," said Washington, taking a bite of his favorite dish. This was the year the Declaration of Independence wrote itself into history. He smiled in response to the thought.

"What's your name?" Jefferson asked.

"Nathan Cole."

"What year from the future?" This question came from John Adams.

"2024," the time traveler answered. Nathan heard gasps around the table. He looked around.

The only person who didn't gasp at the table was Washington, who smiled. "I think my plan worked after all, Tom."

Jefferson nodded in his host's direction and laughed. ''Your plan did work, George. You gained recognition for having trust in the wonders of technology."

"So, the time portal is a cabinet?" Nathan asked.

"I can clarify that," answered Jefferson. "Three men, Washington, Ben Franklin, and I, established the time portal."

"With help from a silversmith," injected Washington.

"Paul Revere was the fourth member," Jefferson added.

The time traveler's mouth dropped open. "Paul Revere?"

Jefferson affirmed with a nod. "He crafted the cup that transported you here."

"Are you referring to this?" Nathan held it up.

"The reason to create a time portal was to check on our country if it still needs us," stated Jefferson. "Given that you are here, is the country still in existence?"

"Things have changed for sure," Nathan said. The founding fathers were sitting at the table except for Madison, hanging on his every word.

"Like what?" uttered a quiet voice. Nathan admired the calm gaze of James Madison, who walked up behind him.

"Name one recent war you had in the past several years," Madison requested.

"We had many big wars," Nathan answered. "WWI, WW2, Korea, Desert Storm. Lots of them."

Madison said, "No nation could preserve its freedom in the midst of continual warfare.'' (1) Madison's comment cut through the lingering stillness of the room like a knife.

"Good one, James," Washington nodded.

"These wars were separate in themselves and over many years," Nathan offered. He inquired about their interest in witnessing his world.

Madison's eyes lit up. "That would be interesting. Count me in."

Jefferson stood up. "Let's do it. Nathan, you lead the way."

Washington flew out of the room.

  "Is George coming?"

"He's getting his Bible," Jefferson remarked. "He'll be along."

The men followed Nathan upstairs to the bedroom.

Washington appeared clutching a book. "Couldn't forget my Bible," Washington explained.

"The portal is ready for you," said Nathan, holding the bronze mug.

Jefferson pondered for a moment, then inquired, "Do big cities still have unpleasant odors?"

Nathan smiled at the question. He knew Thomas Jefferson had an intense dislike of big cities. "They still do. That has not changed," Nathan answered.

               Jefferson gave him a worried look.

Nathan casually shrugged. "You have the option to always come back, you know."

Jefferson breathed a sigh of relief.

Nathan instructed them, "Take hold of the cup or me; then we read the inscription together."

He flipped it upside down. "WE ARE THE PEOPLE," they said together.

A dazzling light blinded them. "Here we go again," Nathan muttered. He closed his eyes. Behind him, several voices yelled, "What's happening?"

"It's quite normal," chuckled Nathan. "I assure you." Screams came alive beside him. Then silence yet again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 9: Welcome To The 21st Century

Nathan adjusted to the bright light in a few seconds as he stumbled to get his bearings. Several hands caught him in time.

''Be easy with him,' Jefferson's voice rang out.

"Thanks for catching me," said Nathan. He took a deep breath.

''Are we in the future?' asked Washington, glancing at the bare walls surrounding him. "Where are we?"

"We're at my house, in the attic," Nathan replied. He led them downstairs toward the library. Nathan glanced behind him. Washington strolled ahead of the line. Then the red-haired Jefferson and the others followed in single file. Washington was the leader here. Two double doors awaited at the hallway's end. He opened them without breaking stride and led them into a large room full of bookshelves. The shelves reached the tall ceiling. They stretched the length across the entire room. "I bet you feel at home here at the library, don't you, Jefferson?" Nathan asked. "I do indeed," Jefferson said.

           In the corner stood an enormous map of current day America. The map had two different colors for the United States. Some states were red. Some were blue.

"The biggest state, what's its name?" Jefferson asked.

Nathan put his finger on the state that stretched the length of a football field. "That is California. It's the largest by population. Yet, Alaska is the largest by area," he said.

Jefferson asked, "What are the colors? The blue and the red?"

Nathan explained that starting in the mid 1970s, the colors red and blue have been used to represent states where voters chose the Republican Party (red) or the Democratic Party (blue) for presidential or senatorial candidates.

''Two different parties are a bad idea,'' Madison said.

Nathan nodded. "The two parties have been at odds since they started."

''If Jefferson had gotten along with Alexander Hamilton, none of this party stuff would have ever happen!'' Adams shouted.

"Hold it right there!" Jefferson yelled. "I just disagreed about how the government should operate. He wanted a strong federal government giving it more power and authority than necessary!"

"Different parties are born because of human disagreement," said Madison, glaring at Adams. "Government helps people. A little more power to them won't hurt."

             "Do you fear the power of the government, Thomas?" asked Adams.

Jefferson's eyes narrowed. "I do not. Rather, I fear individuals that abuse the power for their own gain at the expense of the other's welfare."

Adams answered, "Hamilton's system is flawless. We structured government in such a manner to prevent abuse. Order prevents chaos from happening."

Jefferson shook his head. "I disagree. In theory, sounds good. The way it's executed, certainly not."

 "Your point is?" Adams asked.

"You forget that there is no law in our Constitution that mentions banks! Allowing an excessive amount of control to one institution is irrational! That's why I gave George a proposal."

''A proposal of your own?' Nathan asked.

Jefferson nodded. "Yes."

''What was yours?'

Jefferson glanced at Adams, who was eyeing him. "I suggested in my proposal that each state has their own individual banks, giving the farmers more power and control. That is all."

Nathan walked over to a bookshelf and pulled out a hardback book titled THE PRESIDENTS.

"It's not your fault. History taught me that hindsight is twenty-twenty." Nathan told him.

"The reason I wanted to show you this book is that I wanted to show you the picture of a certain somebody." He turned the page to a certain Vice-President. "Meet Kamala Harris."

The picture was a headshot of Vice President Harris.

"That's impossible!" said a stunned Jefferson. "Vice President…. a woman now?"

Washington's jaw dropped. "You have got to be kidding me. Is this a joke?"

 Nathan laughed. "No joke. I promise,"

 "Who are these men?" asked a voice. Nathan spins around. A redhead stood in the doorway.

Nathan took a moment for self-reflection. "What's the best way for me to explain these Presidents to my girlfriend?"

                      

Chapter 10: Reporter Arrives

              ''Lilly? What are you doing here?" Nathan asked, surprised by her visit.

"We planned to go to a movie. Remember? Date night?" she commented with disdain, strolling toward him.

Lilly wore a green dress which fit on her thin frame and matched her emerald eyes. She offered him a quizzical look.

"Uh… It's a long story," he stammered. "I'll explain everything later."

Before Nathan could say anything, Jefferson stepped forward and introduced himself. "Hello young lady, my name is Thomas Jefferson. Whom might you be?"

"Thomas Jefferson, I have my doubts," Lilly sneered, considering whether this was a costume party, but paused when she remembered it wasn't Halloween yet.

"Ask me any query you like," Jefferson said, putting her to the test that he is who he said he is.

Lilly's eyes were wide open in awe. "Well, you look like him, at least from pictures I've seen on google."

Then Nathan explained about the cabinet and the events that followed.

"Mount Vernon?" she laughed, disbelieving this tale.

"I'm serious about this," he said.

"Who are you?" Lilly asked the gentleman dressed in uniform, standing behind Jefferson.

"The owner of the house you were asking about?" Washington answered.

"Wait a minute," she paused. "You're Washington? Alright. How did you inherit Mount Vernon?" She wore an amused smile on her face, trying to trap the military visitor.

"I inherited Mount Vernon only after the deaths of my half-brother Lawrence and Lawrence's two heirs," answered Washington with authority in his voice.

"No way!" gasped Lilly. "That's right."

"Don't go all reporter on me now," said Nathan, shaking his head.

"You work for the newspaper?" asked Jefferson. "If you don't tell anyone about us, I promise you'll get an interview with us."

"How about you answer any question Nathan asks?" inquired Lilly. "After all, you are his favorite president."

Jefferson paused for a second or two.

"Agreed," Jefferson said.

"Deal," Lilly agreed.

Nathan took Lilly aside, walking toward the doorway.

''What are we going to do? Mrs. Carter comes tomorrow with the check and is moving the cabinet to Washington, D.C.," Nathan whispered." The Presidents need it so they can travel back to their time."

"Why don't we do that interview? We can decide the course of action from there," Lilly told him.

"If Thomas Jefferson can't prove himself legit, then I'm calling the police."

Nathan grumbled. "Fine."

Nathan walked back to the library. Jefferson was holding a Bible he found on the library table.

"Mind if I borrow a Bible?" he asked Nathan, walking back into the room.

"Sure, you can have that. Follow me into the kitchen, will you? We'll do the interview in there."

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                Chapter 12: Interview With Jefferson

 The kitchen was nice and cozy. Nathan sat at the dinner table with Jefferson across from him. A notebook was in front of Lilly, who was on the left.

"First, one reason you are my favorite President, is because you and I are writers."

''My first question is on writing The Declaration of Independence.''

"They made a series of changes." said the former President. "There was one change that distressed me the most."

The chandler above gave the room a bright glow on Jefferson's stressed expression.

  "What was that?"

"The line from the document reads we hold these truths to be self-evident."

Lilly frowned. "That is a very famous line."

"That's not the original line."

Nathan noticed Lilly looking at him, with a puzzled look on her face.

"I heard that somewhere," remarked Nathan. "What word did they changed?''

"The word self-evident." Jefferson shook his head. "Ben Franklin insisted on making changes to show Enlightenment values."

              "What was the original line?'' Lilly inquired.

Jefferson glanced out the window, his face solemn. " The line that I wrote was we hold these truths to be sacred and undeniable."

Lilly's face was numb. Her eyes were wide. "I never knew that."

"I wrote the word sacred for a specific reason because sacred implies religious meaning and since we have Christian principles. One such example is the expression One Nation Under God. In my mind, the word sacred encompassed those important truths about America's core identity as a Christian Nation."

"Was the government formed with Christian values in mind?" Nathan inquired. "Christian beliefs and values. One Nation Under God?"

''Yes," agreed Jefferson. "We had different views on religion and how the world came into being; on how it played out individually, but we all agreed it should be a Christian-centered government. One Nation Under God."

"What kind of society were the Founding Fathers trying to create? Utopian society?" asked Lilly.

Jefferson shook his head. "We wanted to create a country where citizens could pursue the rights of liberty, property, and happiness without interference from an outside source, like King George the Third."

Nathan noticed Jefferson spoke with a dialect. His accent was southern, with a proper speech from an aristocrat. Those born in royalty, in days past, acquired the ways of high society. Only the slightly southern twang gave away his home place of Virginia.

"How many languages do you speak?" Lilly asked.

"Four. I can speak my native tongue, English of course, I can speak words in fluent French when the occasion calls for it. Sometimes, the language was helpful when I served as an American Ambassador in Paris before my presidency. I can speak Italian and I studied Latin at William & Mary. I have studied Spanish and Greek in great depth, but I fear I cannot find any native speakers to practice my new hobby."

"What are the new hobbies?" inquired Nathan.

"I am attempting to learn German in the rare spare time my busy schedule allows me."

Lilly stood. "I got to get going. I have a long trip ahead tomorrow to visit my grandmother in Washington.''

The trio strolled into the library. Madison was engaged in a thick book with a dusty well-worn cover. Washington was studying a map of the United States. Adams was glancing out the window.

"Want to watch TV?" said Nathan.

"What's a TV?'' asked Washington.

"Let me show you Mr. President." said Nathan laughed.

The presidents sat on the couch.

Nathan clicked past several channels until Jefferson said.  

"Go back one."

Nathan clicked the button on the remote. People were yelling, waving signs on both sides of the street. Police stood in between the two groups wearing shields and facemasks. The news reporter provided a grim voice-over of what was happening.

"This is not how I expected America's story to play out," Jefferson said.

''Protest in the streets," Washington muttered. "I don't believe it."

"Welcome to the 21st Century, Mr. Presidents." Nathan said, shrugging his shoulders.

                   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 13: A Contrast Between Presidents

The four men were different in personality. They had different ways of seeing the world. Jefferson said he would sleep on the couch, which folded out into a nice comfy bed.

  "That's cool,'' marveled Jefferson.

Nathan went up the stairs. A thump came from behind Nathan. Jefferson stood at the bottom of the stairs, in his hands, an enormous book. To his amazement, a page torn and cut with uncanny precision. He stepped closer to inspect the book that the president had cut. To his surprise, the page belonged to the Gospel of Matthew, one of the four gospels of the Bible.

"Why did you cut out pages of the Bible?" Nathan asked.

Jefferson said, "I admire Jesus Christ, but I don't think of him as a divine being. I cut out the pieces of the Bible that I didn't like and created my version of the Bible."

"Oh," Nathan said.

Jefferson chuckled. "Don't tell George I showed you and told you this, okay?"

"Sure." Nathan inquired. "Why?"

Jefferson shrugged. "He is religious."

Jefferson said good night and left.

Nathan continued up the staircase. Nathan peeked into the open door. The form of George Washington kneeling by the open window with an open Bible on his knees. A gentle breeze of wind dabbed the curtains. Washington's head bowed and the palms of his enormous hands touching each other.

Nathan tiptoed to his room and slept hard. He looked forward to showing his heroes the sights and sounds of modern-day life. This was his ultimate reflection before he succumbed to a peaceful slumber.

He would need it when Ms. Carver came in the morning for her cabinet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                  

                                    

 

 

 

Chapter 15: Mrs. Carter Returns

Mrs. Carter was right on time for her eight o'clock appointment. A light tap on the front door announced her presence. Nathan was eating breakfast when she arrived. At first, the group sat still. Then the tapping become more urgent and louder. "She's here!" Nathan jumped up, grabbing two bowls of cereal, and putting them away.

"Mrs. Carter, how are you today?" Nathan said.

"What's going on?" Mrs. Carter frowned.

The visitor, short, and frail in her bonnet, walked in with a cane. Her hands were shaking. Nathan heard a thump nearby. Then a door slam.

"What was that?" Mrs. Carter said.

"It's nothing," Nathan told her.

"You seem busy…. is my cabinet ready? I have the men coming in ten minutes to take it to the house in Washington, D.C."

"Hmm… Mrs. Carter. Can you please let me have it for one more day?"

"That wasn't the agreement, young man!" she thundered.

"My friend needs it."

"Need it for what?"

"Research," Nathan hesitated. "He is an actor working on a play about the Founders."

"I see."

"Who's your friend? I don't mind meeting new people."

Nathan hesitated, then he called.

"Hey, buddy! Mrs. Carter is here. She wants to meet you."

Nathan heard whispers nearby and then he saw Jefferson and Madison peek around the corner.

"You called us?" asked Jefferson.

"Yeah, meet the lady here who bought my cabinet."

The Virginians walked over to where Nathan was standing. Nathan introduced them as his cousins.

Mrs. Carter glanced at the breeches and silk waistcoat of the Founding Fathers standing before her.

"You two have weird clothing, that's for sure.'' Mrs. Carter commented.

"So do you ma'am." Jefferson shot back, flashing an amused smile.

"This way Mrs. Carter." Nathan told her.

Mrs. Carter and Nathan walked up to the attic. Jefferson and Madison followed close behind. The foul odor of the attic remained. A mouse scattered passed older adults lady, who gave a shrill of alarm.

Nathan chuckled. "It's alright. A mouse."

The doorbell rang. The movers came in and boxed up the cabinet.

"Pleasure doing business with you," said Mrs. Carver.

"What's the address?"

She gave him a piece of paper and departed with a cheerful smile on her face. Washington and Adams came down, joining the trio in the doorway.

The orange sun shone, turning the surrounding scenery into humid weather that was on full charge in the Mississippi summer.

"What did we miss?" asked Washington.

"Well," Nathan sighed. "It looks like we have a road trip to Washington, D.C. The town that sits on the Potomac River." he explained.

"The trip will take us two days. Have you been to an airport?"

The Presidents shook their heads.

"First times happen," Nathan said.

Nathan and the Presidents hurried into Nathan's blue Ford Escape.

 

                      

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 16: Airport Trip

The airport was busier than usual because of the current summer season. The Founding Fathers were easy to notice with their period clothing amid the chaos of stomping feet. Black box speakers boomed above, uttering words above the overcrowding, was the only source of calmness to the madding scene before them. Children gave them curious stares. Nathan noticed two guys up ahead. One of them threw them a look, mumbled to his same partner, who made a glance over his shoulder.

"Ignore them." the time traveler whispered to Washington behind him. A youthful girl gave Nathan a warm smile. "Welcome to Delta. What city are you flying to?'

"My friends and I are going to Washington D.C."

"For what?" She grabbed the tickets.

"For a Reenactment in the area.'

He checked the ticket. "The plane is at the last gate, of course," he grumbled. "It's Murphy's Law."

They continued through security without a hitch. Nathan walked through first. Security patted him behind the mirror door. Then Jefferson stepped in behind the glass.

"Are you kidding me?" Jefferson remarked. "People do good every day.''

"Not anymore," the guy sighed. "Not since 9/11 we haven't."

"Tom," Nathan called after him. "Do what the guard says. It's okay, I promise."

Jefferson shrugged.

As the fellow started his pat down, Jefferson looked at his time traveling host; his face a look of puzzlement, his eyebrow perched up with curiosity. The man passed him to travel beyond the gate. Afterward, security granted approval to the four of them and they proceeded down the aisle to wait for the plane.

Gate fourteen was half-empty. The glass window showed him a glimpse of planes. A nearby tower that loomed in the distance, slim and straight with sparkling bright lights. He saw the sunshine on the airplanes parked on the tarmac. The planes wore a unique sign, a badge of their brand, the only way to tell them apart. A few were idle, while others prepared for takeoff to unknown skies.

The historian sat down in the row. He drew a deep breath. "Let me clarify what the guard meant. Terrorists struck two buildings in 2001."

"How did these terrorist attack?" asked Adams.

"By use of airplanes."

"It seems our enemies have gotten cunning and braver than years past." Adams said. "Humanity never learns its lesson, does it?"

Jefferson spoke. "Radicals apply many means to hurt us, by whatever means necessary, have struck from time to time, in our democracy to overthrow us."

"Did any radicals exist in your era?" Nathan asked.

Jefferson was silent for a time; his face was grave. "The closest thing to what you describes, reminds me when I dealt with Pirates as President in 1801."

"Are you talking about Barbary Wars?"

Jefferson nodded. "There were two of those wars. During Washington's Presidency, the first War began while I served as Secretary of State in his first term. Pirates started attacks on American ships in the Mediterranean, which led to the war. Despite our attempts for peace and to free the captives, the problem continued to worsen with time."

"Tom and I, ," explained Adams. "Traveled to London to negotiate the release of the prisoners with the pirates. The captain was stubborn, wouldn't yield and so, we left bare handed."

Jefferson answered. " Radicals are not groups to bargain with. They solely focus on their own goals."

"Anybody else?" Nathan asked.

Madison broke the lingering noise as he leaned over, for the time traveler to hear better among the noise of increasing foot traffic around him.

"It's sort of like Indian tribes. There are various kinds." Washington chimed in. "There is a certain diction between the civilized nations and savage ones."

"Let me remind you." added Jefferson. "I only attacked the Muslims that raided our shipping, not all Muslims. The most important means that government can provide safety and tranquility for its citizens is by punishing crime." A TV was showing high above the travelers. A newsman was on TV.

"The Robert E. Lee statue will be removed today at 4. Pm at the graveyard."

Then the intercom buzzed to life, "Washington D.C. Now boarding."

He stood up, rolled his bag and handed his ticket to the female attendant and smiled. "Ready y'all?" The dark-haired historian and the Presidents walked down the carpeted ramp, disappearing out of sight.

 

 

                                              

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 17: Plane Diverted

The airplane was flying, when a big bang sounded, and the cabin shifted back and forth. The time traveler grabbed a seat in front of him. Nathan clutched the armrest and looked over. Washington sat straight up in his seat with hands gripping the armrest. Adams held a handkerchief, mopping sweat off his red face. A beep followed by a deep voice, "Attention passengers. This is your captain speaking. We have minor engine trouble. We are planning to land in Charlottesville, VA, which about two hours south of our destination. Thank you."

Nathan grabbed the plastic cups that rattled.

"What is this?" muttered Madison.

"Turbulence," Nathan explained.

 "What's that in my ears?" Jefferson moaned. "It hurts."

Nathan explained it was air pressure as the plane made its decent. Nathan moaned as the impact hit him. He held his hand against the seat for balance. The Virginian wore a grin that spread across the corners of his mouth.

"Technology is cool. Next time, I'm taking my horse." Jefferson commented.

"Sure, fair enough." Nathan told him. They both broke into fits of laughter.

Nathan knocked back with a jolt when the wheels landed at full speed on the runway. He saw Madison, awakened from his slumber, glance out the window in amazement as he looked down.

The intercom beeped and announced. " We have arrived in Charlottesville, Virginia. Sorry for the delay."

Nathan waited for people to pass, then stood up.

"Goodbye," the flight attendant said. "Thanks for flying with us."

Nathan nodded. "Thanks."

As he stepped off the airplane, Nathan heard Jefferson behind him added, "Thank you."

Nathan and the Presidents walked into the new airport. Nathan walked to the check-out desk and asked about hotel bookings. The blue-vest clerk informed him that the nearest hotel was only five minutes away. Nathan thanked the clerk and hurried over to the Presidents.

"Alright listen," said Nathan. "Y'all need to change into contemporary clothes to blend in better."

He instructed them to buy pants and a shirt from the nearby airport shop, then change in the men's restroom. Meanwhile, he will call the nearby hotel and make reservations before the rooms get booked by others.

The Presidents emerged from the store wearing contemporary styles. Jefferson and Washington wore baseball caps for major league teams along with jeans and a T-shirt. Madison and Adams found khakis and polo along with tennis shoes.

The time traveler stared at his guests. " I almost didn't recognize y'all." he said.

Jefferson grinned. "I love this cap."

"You are always easy for any style, Tom," Adams groaned.

Jefferson laughed, nodding in agreement. " A patient man adjusts to unforeseen changes."

"I wish to show you something." Nathan beckoned to them. Nathan took up his pace, running down the hall. Jefferson hustled alongside him. Washington matched his redheaded friend without breaking stride.

"What is it you wish to show us?" Jefferson asked.

A family was in their walking lane. Madison and Washington sidestepped. Madison collided with the father, brushing the man's suit sleeve as he passed by. "Whatever it is, I can't imagine that it is more bizarre than this crazy place," said Madison.

"Look alive, men," Washington told them." The adventure isn't over yet."

"Your gift, George," said Jefferson, "is your ability to inspire others to keep going. I guess they didn't make commander of the Army for nothing, did they? The winner of Valley Forge that bitter cold winner is proof of your leadership."

"That was my men. I did nothing." Washington said. We surprised the Hessians at dawn the next morning. I provided enough inspiration to get them to across the river with me. This new world is something else."

Nathan hopped on an escalator. Jefferson, wide-eyed, ran his hand down the rail.

Nathan checked his watch. "I'm going to show you a stature that they are going to remove soon. We can be there in ten minutes tops if all the lights on green."

"Watch your step," said Nathan over his shoulder, directed at the tall redhead behind him. "This can be tricky for first timers. Follow my lead."

Nathan braced himself for the impact as moving steps moved closer to the edge. He stepped on the ground, stumbling. The group found an empty elevator and took them to the bottom level.

"This is becoming a memorable trip." quipped Washington. The elevator doors closed after a ding. Madison to glance around, frenetic for the source of the noise.

Nathan smiled, looking up at the tall owner of Mount Vernon. "I take that as a compliment, I should warn you. There is more to come."

           

                                   

 

 

                                     

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

            

 

 

 

Chapter 18: Graveyard

Nathan paid cash for a rental vehicle. The city of Charlottesville, Virginia was full of old and new buildings. A cool breeze rumbled through his hair. The weather had changed during the quiet ride to the graveyard. Thunder rumbled in the distance. The statues were on a large lot surrounded by an iron chained fence. Nathan drove up. The crowd was yelling. Some members were waiting for signs and clapping. The famous statue of General Robert Lee stood in the middle of the graveyard. The statue  had General Lee on a horse. Alert uniformed cops surrounded the stature. Nathan opened the driver's door.

"Wait." Jefferson cautioned, but Nathan had already closed the door. Nathan ran, his arms pupping across the grass, ignoring the light rain that sparked his hair. The grass was slippery.

" Don't need to do that!" The grass was slippery.

One of the cops blocked his path. "What are you doing here, young man?" the officer said.

"You don't have to remove the stature!"

"Say who?" the cop said.

"I do! Please don't do this!" Nathan begged, falling to his knees.

The man said. "Young man, leave us alone."

Jefferson caught up with Nathan. Washington was behind him.

"Is there a problem?" The cop asked.

" No issue." Jefferson assured him." Some of my acquaintances have expressed concerns regarding the removal of the statue."

"This is General Robert E. Lee, Commander of the Confederate Army. Fought during the Civil War." The cop said.

"What wrongdoing has this soldier been involved in?" Jefferson paused. "Please hold on for a moment, did I hear correctly that you mentioned the Civil War?"

The cop nodded. "I did."

Jefferson's mouth dropped open.

"In which year did it begin?" Washington asked.

"August 1861 to April 1865, introduced at Fort Sumter to Lee's Surrender to Grant four years later. It was a bloody war, too. Brother fought against brother. North and South fought against each other for control of the country."

Silence ensured. Jefferson picked up Nathan by the arm.

Nathan stood up and nodded and wandered back to the car with his head hung low. Washington got in the back seat. Jefferson and Nathan got in the car.

"What happened?" asked Madison.

"When I get back," Jefferson eagerly stated, "I plan on informing Alexander Hamilton about this."

Washington explained what had happened to Madison and Adams. Jefferson stared at Nathan's face.

"What is the reason for your passion regarding the statues?" Jefferson asked.

"The daughters of the republic built those statutes to honor the heroes," Nathan said. " I want to show you a famous speech. It's right around the corner."

Chapter 19: Famous Speech

Nearby, not too far from where they were, the historian's eyes fixed on a particular part of town. Beside the car, the apartments formed a tidy line, blending their colors with the fallen brown leaves. The refreshing coolness brought by the Northeast wind vanished as swiftly as it arrived. The wind ruffled Nathan's hair, causing a gentle rumbling sensation. "I can't stand cold weather," he remarked, his distaste clear in his tone.

"Your words have that distinct Southern flair, as only a true Southerner can muster." Jefferson said grinning.

"No comment."

Chuckles came from the voices in the back.

"Are you acquainted with the city of Charlottesville?" When the car stopped in front of an imposing building, Jefferson asked about its history.

"No." Nathan answered.

The driver's attention was caught by the sudden change in the sky - the clouds had lightened and now displayed a stunning, vivid blue hue. The wall, worn by the elements, revealed remnants of paint in scattered spots, encircling the motionless, massive frame. Writings in elegant script covered the paper, filling the frame with a sense of history and knowledge. The writing was clear and easy to comprehend.

"I'm here to show you the lecture titled I Have a Dream speech," Nathan explained.

Jefferson slammed the passenger door shut. "Can you tell me the name of the speaker?"

"Martin Luther King Jr, a prominent civil rights leader in the 1960s, tirelessly fought for the equal rights of African-Americans."

"I see." stated an interested Washington, glancing at the text.

"Read it to me." Jefferson responded.

Nathan interpreted in a slow, clear voice. His southern accent piercing the sound of cars riding forcing him to speak louder.

"I am happy to join you today in what will go down as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation." Jefferson started reading.

The historian glanced at Jefferson. With a solemn expression, the Virginian listened to every word as he delivered the opening line. Washington stood firm, his eyes locked in a steady gaze that resembled the unwavering stillness of a tree. It seems like a characteristic often seen in people with a military background. Nathan's eyes lit up with excitement as he finished the last line, his mind now filled with a myriad of theories.

Jefferson hesitated, his silence hanging in the air for a moment. Washington complimented the speech as being exceptional. "You have given me plenty to contemplate," Jefferson declared, his brow furrowing in deep thought.

The five of them climbed in the car and rode off into the daylight.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 20: Washington D.C.

Nathan woke and joined his guests for a quick light breakfast downstairs in the busy lobby. The bright orange sun rose, piercing through the window shades. The group of six hopped into the car and found the highway.

 "Mrs. Carter lives near the downtown area." Nathan said as he drove toward the exit ramp.

"I am curious to know the method you used to get the address." Jefferson asked.

"There is an app we have called GPS. It helps us track maps." Nathan said.

One's breath was taken away by the stunning view ahead, with its vastness. Without a single cloud in sight, the sky displayed a brilliant shade of blue. Under the orange ball of the sun, the large domed building, painted white, glistened as it was illuminated. A multitude of columns supported the dome, forming a protective circle around it. As the fierce winds blew, we could see a distant lone figure perched on top of the dome, overlooking a maze of government buildings below.

Washington stated that the size of the capital has increased.

"Over time, the Capital has experienced various expansions in both size and width. The British once set ablaze the city."

"It must have been quite a spectacle." Adams remarked.

Jefferson's gaze bore into Adams, filled with a seriousness that made Adams uneasy. "The British possess the capability to incite significant trouble, should they desire to do so?"

"We're allies with them now," said Nathan.

Nathan drove down a narrow street.

Mrs. Carter lived in an apartment complex. Nathan saw a familiar figure when he drove up, walking out of the apartment.

The driver rolled down the window. He shouted "Lilly?"

The figure turned. 'What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for Mrs. Carter.

"She's, my grandmother."

" Your grandmother brought the cabinet from me."

Nathan got out. The five presidents followed him.

"My grandmother is more tired than usual."

" I understand."

Nathan followed Lilly into a carpeted apartment. The five of them entered a small dining room. Chairs and table were on one side. Mrs. Carter was in one chair. The older woman's eyes closed. He walked into the living room where a sofa and two lofty chairs sat empty. The dark-haired historian walked into the kitchen for a glass of water. As he poured the water, James Madison came up to him.

"Contemplating a matter?" said Nathan.

"A Civil War happened." said Madison. The goal we pursued was eliminating slavery. We hoped to avoid the occurrence of such a war. Alexander deemed it improbable that such a possibility would arise at beginning Washington's presidency."

"What steps did you take to ensure that didn't happen?"

"The Northwest Ordinance was one attempt made."

" And who suggested that?"

"Me," the familiar voice of Thomas Jefferson boomed.

Nathan's jaw dropped. "You?"

Jefferson walked over to the counter. "Yes."

"How did that happen?"

During the year 1784, I fulfilled the role of delegate, representing the state of Virginia. I presented a proposal suggesting the division of fresh territory into ten new states. I proposed multiple names for the states. Some names mentioned were Illnioia, Washington, Michigina, and Saratoga."

"Those are the states Illinois, Washington State, and Michigan!"

 I put forth a proposition advocating to cease slavery by the year 1800.

"What came of that outcome?

Jefferson nodded. "The proposal almost passed. It needed only one more vote, but the lone vote never happened. The Ordinance faded into history."

"Why?

Jefferson paused for a moment, then said. "The business of slavery requires self-preservation. Human nature always seems to resist change in every shape and form."

"Amen to that."

"One of my family members accused a slave of poisoning my grandfather," Madison said. "They hung the slave and his cohort for the crime."

John Adams appeared and sat on the stool; hands placed on the bar. Washington sat next to Adams.

"Our Constitution was made only for moral and religious people." said Adams. "It is inadequate to the government of any other." (4)

"The future holds promise and improvement, surpassing the limitations of the past." Jefferson remarked.

Adams shook his head. "You hold an optimistic view of your fellow man."

"You view things." Jefferson's patience wore thin and he snapped.

"Your Enlightenment views don't fit well in this future age we are living in. We don't live in harmony now!

"Behave yourselves," said Nathan.

"Tell me more." Said Washington.

 "Several assassinations took place during the decade of the 1960s."

"Assassinations?" said a stunned Jefferson.

"First one was John F. Kennedy, Lee Harvey Oswald shot him in Dallas Texas."

"Did someone kill a president in office?" Madison asked. Madison asked.

"In the past, many presidents have suffered assassination. He is one of them." He is among them." He's one of them."

"Malcolm X was giving a speech in New York City in 1965. They killed him while he was on the podium trying to calm everyone down."

Medgar Evers' peaceful home in Jackson, Mississippi was tragically turned into a scene of horror in July 1963 when the civil rights activist was shot in his own garage. Another two occurred in 1968."
         " Oh my!" said Adams. The Founding Fathers exchanged glances.

" In 1968, Martin Luther King Jr was killed by an assassin on a hotel balcony in Memphis, Tennessee. Robert Kennedy was another victim of gun violence in the same year. While taking a shortcut through the hotel kitchen to save time, Kennedy was shot by an assassin in a famous Los Angeles hotel."

"In other words, everyone I just named was actively involved in the fight for civil rights, each working to help end slavery and pave the way for Black Americans."

"Why didn't you abolish slavery when you had the chance?" Nathan thundered.

Jefferson slid from the table and walked of sight. Nathan hurried after him.

 

    

 

 

 

 

 

                                Chapter 21: The Unjust Wolf

Jefferson, who had a tall stature, occupied a solid wood rocking chair that someone had painted brown. The brown leaves descend with minimal opposition.

"Are you okay?" Nathan said, worried lingering in the doorway.

"It's possible that my approach in the meeting was straightforward."

"I fear, Nathan, that your assessment is accurate," Jefferson admitted. His face carried a somber expression, tears shimmering in his eyes like raindrops. "As it is, we have the wolf by the ear, but we can neither hold him nor let him go. Justice is in one scale, and self-preservation in the other." (4)

Nathan sat down in the chair beside him. "You are talking about slavery? Slavery is the wolf?"

Jefferson asked a surprising question." Are you aware of my earliest vivid recollection?"

"What is it? "He remembered Jefferson was a complex man, one of many surprises.

The primary image is that of a slave cradling me while mounted on his horse, making our way towards my grandmother's abode."

"Hindsight is interesting,"

Nathan paused briefly before inquiring, "What surprises you most about our culture today?"

Jefferson directed his gaze towards the window. "I find myself affected by the current transformations occurring within the nation," The Virginian said. "I find myself curious about how Alexander Hamilton would interpret the present day if he were alive. A more precise term for the banks exploiting the farmer, or during your period, would be the middle class.

"It's not your fault. This occurred gradually as individuals exploited your vision, altering it to serve their own interests instead of the country's.

"The blame lies with me."

"What do you mean by self-preservation?"

Jefferson grimaced. "We built our economy upon trade. If we freed the slaves, our country would collapse for lack of commerce. One cannot reap profit from demand without supply. We would lose everything without a workforce to produce that supply. If I could free them and preserve the economy, I would do so."

Nathan stared at the President open-mouthed. "You mean that?"

"Would that fix everything?" Jefferson asked.

Nathan stammered. "That's a tall order."

"All my life, I have struggled with this issue." Jefferson said "I know it is wrong, but I can't imagine my country without it. Slavery is indeed a wolf is within range of all I see."

"Slavery is a double-edged sword?"

"That's what I'm saying. Nathan, how to you suggest we deal with slavery?"

"How about hiring the freed slaves, as paid workers, on Monticello?"

Jefferson was silent for a moment. "That's an idea. I must tell the others what we have discussed. Thanks for the wine."

Jefferson walked out of the room, his boots echoing across the marble floor.

Chapter 22: The Mysterious Pact

Nathan walked out of the bedroom. Lilly lingered in the hallway, her smile lighting up the space.

"Mrs. Carter, my aunt is sleeping," said Lilly.

"Where's Jefferson?"

"He's in the kitchen." She said.

Glancing around the corner, he observed Jefferson engaged in a deep conversation with the Presidents, their heads huddled closely together.

The President, with his fiery red hair, turned around. "We have agreed on how to fix the issue of slavery."

            "What kind of agreement?"

"A pact," explained Jefferson. "All in favor of the pact say I and say their name."

A pair of voices agreed. Jefferson smiled and said, "I, Thomas Jefferson, agree."

"I agree." said all the Presidents repeating the same phrase.

" I would like to take a ride to explore more of Washington.

"We can arrange that."

"We could take a trip down the Pontiac River," said Washington.

"Where is the cabinet?" asked Adams.

Lilly glanced at her watch. "I'll call after y'all leave about that."

Nathan and Jefferson stepped outside, welcomed by the dark night. He opened the driver's door and was met with Lilly's piercing gaze, her eyebrow quizzically raised. The historian's shoulders rose and fell in a shrug, his body language conveying uncertainty. Jefferson hopped into the passenger seat, and they drove off into the distance, leaving their worries behind.

"What did I get myself into? Nathan contemplated himself as he drove.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 23: Saving A Couple

The sky was ablaze with red as the sun painted its last strokes before disappearing below the horizon. Nathan drove for a few miles, the engine humming as he cruised along the open road. The car's headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the road ahead.

"It's getting late," grumbled Nathan.

"Do you have newspapers around here?"

"I can get you several of them if you like."

The more he progressed, the more ominous the clouds became and the longer the shadows extended in front of him. Nathan found multiple newspaper stands tucked away on a calm street, right at the end of the block, amidst a collection of townhouses. Bearded men in comfortable jackets nonchalantly walked past. Nathan and Jefferson leisurely walked up to the newspaper stands, forming a picturesque row of three, each painted in a unique color.

"May I inquire about the current price of newspapers?"

The readership of print materials has declined. It's all digital now."

"Like TV, for instance?'

Nathan nodded, putting a coin in the slot. "Computer is another."

The dark-haired historian opened the latch and handed Jefferson the newspaper.

"This is the Washington Post," said Nathan. "What are your viewpoints on newspapers?"

"Newspapers can be misleading because nothing can now believe which is seen in a newspaper. Because truth itself becomes suspicions by being put into that polluted vehicle." (5)

"Harsh words." Commented Nathan, dropping a coin into the blue stand.

"So, the printers can never leave us in a state of perfect rest and union of opinion. They would be no longer useful and would have to go to the plough." (6)

"Here's Post's twin brother, the similar titled Washington Times." Nathan joked with a grin.

"Hilarious." Jefferson said as he chuckled.

He saw Jefferson peer over his shoulder. "Are the couple lost?"

Nathan turned. A gentle breeze rustled through the trees as the couple strolled by, their fingers intertwined, creating a serene and romantic atmosphere. He saw they were a mixed-race couple. With dreadlocks and an African American background, the husband pulled off a casual sweatshirt look. With her long blond hair hanging past her shoulders, the wife was white. The bearded man lingered behind.

"You two need help?" Jefferson asked, concerned.

"Please." The man whispered. Nathan noticed a slight tremor in his voice. The guy behind us has been following us for some time.

Jefferson walked up to the bearded man. He recognized it was the same man he saw earlier.

"Are you lost?"

"Uh… I need some money."

"Do you have a place?" asked Jefferson.

"I sleep under a bridge." Said the man. "I was following them because I need money for food."

Nathan walked over.

"How much money does a meal cost these days?"

Nathan shrugged. " It depends on what you get. Here's five dollars for a snack."

He handed a dollar bill to the homeless man.

"Is there a shelter around here? A nice warm bed is what I need. "

"There is a shelter nearby. "I can bring you," the husband told him.

The Mississippi native and the Virginian walked back to the car. The duo got in the car.

"Poor guy. I feel sorry for them. We have resources to take care of them." Nathan said. Our soup kitchen provides food during cold weather and a shelter for sleeping. Salvation Army is an outfit that helps a lot."

"We regarded the homeless as an integral part of society," Jefferson said. "The homeless had one job during my era that was to take care of the cemeteries."

"I didn't know that."

"I worked on and helped pass a law that appointed an alderman in every county in the state of Virginia. The alderman decides who receives funding and who doesn't."

"What is an alderman?" asked Nathan.

"Someone who has authority on the city council."

The phone buzzed. Nathan picked it up.

"The cabinet has arrived."

Jefferson nodded. "Can't wait to get home."

                    

 

Chapter 24: The Capital

The next day, Lilly dropped them off at the steps of the Capital. All five of them got out.

"I'll be here in a bit to pick y'all up." Lilly said, and she drove away.

Nathan sprinted up the majestic marble stairs of the Capitol building and settled onto the bench at the summit of the steps. The Presidents accompanied him on the lengthy, chilly bench. The group fixated their gaze upon the breathtaking view of the sun ascending behind the grandiose edifice of the Washington Memorial.

"Wow, the view today is stunning." Nathan said.

"The Creator's work is full of wonder that we can't explain," declared Washington. "There is a reason and order to everything that He has created."

"I wanted to ask the four of you a couple of more questions before y'all leave."

"We will give you, our opinion. That is all," said Jefferson.

"How do you feel about the environment?

"The earth is entrusted to man's care," Jefferson stated. "The book of Genesis provides the foundation for this belief. However, air pollution was insignificant. London, as an illustration, experienced misty conditions during both daytime and nighttime. We acknowledged the matter, yet our level of concern remained moderate.'

"The current government has many departments," commented Nathan. "When the United States was created, what departments were originally established?" Nathan asked.

"To keep it simple, we decided on four departments. Treasury, State, War, and Justice. A government doesn't need any more than that. Why do you ask?"

"We've added a few more since then."

Jefferson's eyebrows went up. "A few more?"

Nathan nodded. Can you give me your thoughts on them? Each of them is so important that they've got their own department in the government."

"I'll do my best."

"The first one is Energy."

"Energy falls under the matter of private markets."

"How about the Education Department?"

Jefferson remained silent for a moment before speaking. "From my perspective, education is a straightforward solution. We should entrust overseeing education to the State Department, rather than the Federal government. It is incumbent upon the State to oversee education, as it grants them the autonomy to establish their own guidelines. It is important to keep in mind that each State has its own unique characteristics. Each of them has varying needs and such. They know their own state better than anyone of course. It is logical for State governments to assume control of the school system in that context."

"Health and Human Services?"

The private sector upholds the view that individual health is a private matter, one that falls solely under personal responsibility without involvement from the federal government or any other entity."

"The Interior Department?"

"That's a department I agree with that the country needs. The department ensures swift transfer of public land to private owners. Another task is to manage national affairs, particularly in relation to the Indian tribes.

''How do you judge someone's character?' inquired Nathan.

Washington remarked, "A good and faithful servant is never afraid, or unwilling to have his conduct looked into, but the reverse, because the more it is inspected, the brighter it shines.'' (7)

A multitude of individuals assembled at the foundation of the staircase. The group opted to wear coats as a means of combating the cold weather that enveloped them. They displayed signs. The crowd continued to grow. A man, bundled in a thick coat, stood atop the stairs, protecting himself from the cold.

Nathan became aware of the boisterous applause emanating from the gathered throng. The group got some confused stares from moms pushing strollers. Nathan got up, and the Presidents followed him down the steps. Nathan and The Presidents walked the sidewalk away from the roar.

"How about immigration?' asked Nathan.

He turned around. The founding fathers were not talking, standing still.

The transformation of our nation into a melting pot of different cultures and nations was unforeseen by me.

"What do you mean?" asked Nathan, dumbstruck.

"America," Jefferson explained, "was a unique experiment, unparalleled in history." ''We wanted something to make it last. To make it work. The citizens of society needed to be bonded. Consequently, we created a nation where people united based on their common interests or language. One way to do this was to create one common language. English, the language of our mother country, England. Citizens needed a reason for something to bond with a stranger. When everyone shares a common aspect that binds them, such as familiar customs and culture, it creates a strong sense of unity."

"Allow me to elucidate," Madison replied, offering an alternative explanation. "Developing a cultural environment marked by divergent viewpoints, cultural differences, and varied backgrounds presents a potential drawback of diversity, resulting in confusion and discord."

"The goal was individual freedom, not universal freedom," Jefferson said. "The word universal signifies the freedom for the entire world, encompassing all nations and peoples. We must clarify our exemption from Mexico and Canada's jurisdiction. Each of them functions as an independent nation, with its unique set of customs and laws. We are as well.'

''My opinion with respect to emigration is,'' commented Washington. ''That except of useful mechanic's�"and some particular descriptions of men�"or professions, there is no need of extra encouragement: while the policy, or advantage of its taking place in a body (I mean the settling of them in a body) may be much questioned; for by so doing they retain the language, habits & principles (good or bad) which they bring with them; whereas, by an intermixture with our people, they, or their descendants, get assimilated to our customs, manners, and laws: in a word, soon become one people.'' (8)

Adams stated, "We have achieved freedom from the tyrant, the King of England, and are now the United States of America." No other nation could compare to us in terms of our exceptional attributes."

"I can't believe you all agree on this topic," said Nathan. "I believed that the Founding Fathers were always engaged in disputes!"

Jefferson laughed. "We had a better relationship than one might expect, but they were insignificant. One major disagreement was over like the concept of a national bank controversial. We were all in agreement that we needed a bank. The dispute was concerning what kind of bank do you want? But we agreed on a couple of things."

 Jefferson continued." There was an explanation for it. "The United States operates as a government founded on the idea of a free market economy, where both federal and state governments impose minimal regulation," Jefferson continued. "Both the state and federal governments divided responsibilities, to understand and operate within clear boundaries, while avoiding the misuse of power. The aim is to foster collaboration and establish an efficient government that safeguards the welfare and security of its citizens. We reached a consensus on the second reason, which highlights promoting policy functions related to economic freedom for the nation's welfare."

"Go on." Nathan said.

Washington expressed the belief that to maintain the moral underpinnings of a society, developing a support system for families is essential, given its crucial significance in American life. Washington paused, then said. "Preserving the family unit is crucial for the government's longevity."

"That is how we create bright future citizens." Interjected Jefferson. "That's why we are firm supporters of the family unit. Children are the most important element of the nation."

"Hang on here for a minute." Nathan asked. ''Are you saying that a free market and family are the best way to prevent disaster in government?

"Correct," said Adams. "Moral bias and economic freedom are part of the same coin."

"What about taxes?" Nathan asked.

Jefferson expressed his contemptuous attitude towards taxes, calling them a peculiar concept. "Taxes have increased throughout my lifetime to where I consider such matters to be infringing upon an individual's freedom and ability to exert control over their own lives."

"How was the Office of the President created?"

"The concept of the presidential office involved meeting two distinct individuals who would assume the role of chief executive, sharing the responsibilities of the position instead of entrusting them to a single person." Washington commented., "In actuality, a significant number of us supported this proposal because of its potential to diminish the strength of the government and hinder concentrating power in the hands of an individual."

"That's a unique concept," said Nathan.

The General considered for a minute, then replied. "Not really. The influential Romans derived the concept. These rulers were given a specific term by the Romans. The individuals were addressed as consuls, and we believed that dividing authority would mitigate the challenges we encountered with King George, his ministers, and his parliament.

"That's interesting." said Nathan.

Jefferson pointed out that although the Roman idea was well-received, its implementation remained incomplete. "Alexander Hamilton was one of the few voices opposing the President's proposal," Jefferson continued, emphasizing the division in their opinions. He put forth the notion that a government's strength lies in having a sole executive, as he contended two individuals would only result in constant bickering, arguments, and a squandering of time. The advantage of having one executive is the ability to decide and move forward without delay."

Nathan looked at his watch. I appreciate the time you have given me, Mr. Presidents. It's been like an hour already. Why don't we walk back?"

Nathan and the four Presidents approached the clamor of protesters, their voices growing louder with each step. In the distance, he spotted Lilly's car, a bright red dot against the vast landscape. He waved his hand when she got closer. She parked alongside the curb. Nathan approached the car, opened the passenger door, and climbed inside. The backdoor and passenger door shut at once, resulting in a synchronized and forceful slamming noise. Nathan looked back and spotted the Founding Fathers in the backseat.

 "Are you all set for going home?" The historian asked curiously.

The four Presidents nodded.

"We are ready." said Jefferson.

"Is that the only reason that everybody agrees on?" Nathan grinned.

The four Presidents shared a moment of laughter as they climbed into the red car, ready for the quick ride back to the apartment.

                    

                     

        

                             Chapter 25: The Return to Mount Vernon

To return home, the Founding Fathers dressed in their own historical attire, stepping back into their own time. The quartet entered the room, their footsteps resounding on the wooden floor, as they neared the cabinet that held the secrets of another time. Lilly lingered by the cabinet, captivated by the delicate carvings adorning its wooden doors. The smell of freshly brewed coffee drifted out of the tiny kitchen as they passed by.

Nathan shook each President's hand. "Thanks a lot, Mr. Presidents, for answering my questions. It's been an honor getting to know figures of America's history."

"How do you feel about today's culture? Do you have faith in humanity?" Nathan asked.

Washington stated, "I have faith in the All-Knowing Being. Effective government requires a leader with self-restraint and aggressiveness. Both qualities should work to balance each other to keep us strong and safe."

Jefferson shook his head. " I have all lost confidence and faith in humanity," he remarked with a bitter tone in his voice. "The America of my dreams is one of ideas, not actual progress. For that, I hope you will forgive me. I admit I was wrong."

Nathan's jaw dropped at Jefferson's answer, but no sound came out.

"As I have always have been convinced that abuse of Words, has been the great instrument of Sophistry and Chicanery of party, faction, and Division in Society." (10) Adams remarked.

Nathan next waited to hear from the owner of Montpelier.

"Getting rid of ego and bias is the lone approach to making politics bearable," Madison remarked. "Try to be as objective as possible," Madison advised. Politics, one of the two aspects of a free society, always leads to arguments. The other is religion. Be mindful always."

"Aren't you cynical President Madison!" Nathan stated.

Madison smiled. "I am stating opinions based on observing human nature. For the record, I am very disappointed and ashamed of America."

"Ready for the cup?" asked Lilly, holding the object in her hand.

Nathan nodded. He positioned each of the Founding Fathers in a circle, each of them holding the cup.

"Are you ready?" said Nathan.

"One more thing," said Jefferson. " You can call me Tom now."

Nathan grinned. " Fair enough, Tom."

The Presidents said the phrase We are The People in unison. Bright light came from the cup. The light was so bright it enclosed the entire room. Nathan shielded his eyes with his hands.

Then, in an instant, they were gone. The room was quiet. Nathan breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Lilly.

"I wonder what will change?" he asked her.

She shrugged.

"We will see." Lilly replied.

                  

                              

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                      Chapter 26: A New America

                        Nathan Cole awoke, his eyes fluttering open. The alarm clock buzzed. It was 7:05 am. He threw the covers off the bed and dressed. He ran into the dining room. The TV was the same. Everything was in place, the room arranged with meticulous precision. He dashed to the window, pulled back the shades, and took a curious peek into the bustling street below. The household next door displayed a flag, its vibrant colors catching the eye. "Is that a different flag?" he muttered.

Nathan ran out the door, looked both ways and, seeing the street clear, darted out toward his neighbor's house. His neighbor, Danny, was a middle-aged man who had moved here. Danny sat on the porch, engrossed in the morning paper. Nathan dashed towards him, his footsteps echoing.

"Anything new happen in history?" Nathan asked out of breath.

"Uh… no. Why do you ask?"

Nathan glanced up at the flag. It was a blue flag. With a flower in the middle with the inscription God We Trust on it.

"Who created this new flag?" Nathan questioned; mouth opened in shock.

"Who created the flag?" Danny repeated, laughed. "Have you been living under a rock? Of course not. This is the flag created by Edward N. Scudder in 1894. There has been no other flag."

"What happened in the Civil War? Did slavery cause the war?'

"Slavery? Heck no. Thomas Jefferson abolished slavery in his first year in office in 1801. In fact, the act was the first act as President!"

"It was?" Nathan frowned, then started yelled. "He did it! He kept his word. Jefferson did it!"

Nathan said. "Thanks for your help in educating me on history, Danny. I must get old. See you around."

Danny had a confused look. " Anytime."

Nathan jumped in the air and ran into the house. He fired up the computer in his extensive library.

He found google and typed in what reasons they fought the Civil War? The main issue on the War was state rights, not slavery.

"I don't believe it." Nathan said.

The air at Fort Sumter was thick with tension as the first battle of the Civil War began. Ulysses S. received Lee's Surrender at the Battle of Appomattox Court House, a moment that signified the end of the war. Grant. The resolution of the War remained unchanged. The Union has emerged.

He next typed Civil War statues. A picture of Robert E. Lee's statue stood tall and proud, its imposing presence commanding attention.

"Amazing," he muttered to himself.

Then he did another search on Google. He typed Civil Rights Movement.

Nathan's eyes widened in astonishment as he read about the Civil Rights movement. Martin Luther King Jr did not hold the position of the leader in the Civil Rights Movement. Rather, he was a preacher in Alabama, devoting himself to his congregation. Fredrick Douglass, the famed abolitionist, emerged as the leader of the Civil Rights Movement.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Nathan's jaw dropped.

Then he did another search. Where is the Ku Klux Klan? The page was blank. There are no search words for that.

Wait, what? Let me give it another shot. Nathan's fingers danced across the keyboard as he typed those familiar words once again. No results.

"Let me try another search." Nathan told himself.

Nathan typed in Black Panther. The page was blank. No words match that search.

Nathan hurried into the dining room and turned on the TV. News Reports highlighted the sight of individuals sauntering along the bustling streets. The streets were quiet, devoid of any signs of protest. The absence of marches created an eerie stillness, as if the city was holding its breath. The news camera captured the lively scene of people bustling down the street, exchanging enthusiastic greetings and firm handshakes.

Nathan smiled. "I'm going to enjoy this rather different America."

 

Index:

(1)"No nation could preserve its freedom in the midst of continual warfare." Author: Madison, James. Title: "Political Observations" Date: April 20, 1795.

 

 

(3)"Our Constitution was made only for moral and religious people. It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other." Author: Adams, John. Title: From John Adams to Massachusetts Militia. Date: October 11, 1798.

 

(4)"As it is, we have the wolf by the ear, but we can neither hold him nor let him go. Justice is in one scale, and self-preservation in the other." Author: Jefferson, Thomas. Title: Letter to John Holmes from Thomas Jefferson. Date: April 22, 1820.

 

(5)"Nothing can now be believed which is seen in a newspaper. Truth itself becomes suspicious by being put into that polluted vehicle." Author: Jefferson, Thomas. Title: Letter to John Norvell from Thomas Jefferson. Date: June 11, 1807.

 

(6)'' So the printers can never leave us in a state of perfect rest and union of opinion. They would be no longer useful, and would have to go to the plough.'' Author: Jefferson Thomas. Title: Letter to Elbridge Gerry Washington. Date: Mar. 29, 1801.

 

(7)"A good and faithful servant is never afraid, or unwilling to have his conduct looked into, but the reverse; because the more it is inspected, the brighter it shines." Author: Washington, George. Title: Letter to Tobias Lear. Date: June 15, 1791.

 

(8) "My opinion with respect to emigration is, that except of useful mechanic's�"and some particular descriptions of men�"or professions, there is no need of extra encouragement: while the policy, or advantage of its taking place in a body (I mean the settling of them in a body) may be much questioned; for by so doing they retain the language, habits & principles (good or bad) which they bring with them; whereas, by an intermixture with our people, they, or their descendants, get assimilated to our customs, manners and laws: in a word, soon become one people." Author: Washington, George. Title: Letter to John Adams. Date: November 15, 1794.

 

(9)"To facilitate to them the performance of their duty, it is essential that you should practically bear in mind that towards the payment of debts there must be revenue; that to have revenue there must be taxes; that no taxes can be devised which are not more or less inconvenient and unpleasant; that the intrinsic embarrassment, inseparable from the selection of the proper objects (which is always a choice of difficulties), ought to be a decisive motive for a candid construction of the conduct of the government in making it, and for a spirit of acquiescence in the measures for obtaining revenue, which the public exigencies may at any time dictate." Author: Washington, George. Title: Washington's Farewell Address To The American People. Date: September 19, 1796.

 

(10) "As I have always have, been convinced that abuse of Words, has been the great instrument of Sophistry and Chicanery�"of party, faction and Division in Society." Author: Adams, John. Title: Letter to J.H Tiffany. Date: March 31, 1819.

 

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Not used:

(2)"The latent causes of faction are thus sown in the nature of man." Author: Madison, James. Title: "Federalist 10" Date: November 23, 1787.

As Washington spoke, Nathan noticed that Washington's voice was serious, his blue eyes pierced without blinking. "To facilitate to them the performance of their duty, it is essential that you should practically bear in mind that towards the payment of debts there must be revenue; that to have revenue there must be taxes; that no taxes can be devised which are not more or less inconvenient and unpleasant; that the intrinsic embarrassment, inseparable from the selection of the proper objects (which is always a choice of difficulties), ought to be a decisive motive for a candid construction of the conduct of the government in making it, and for a spirit of acquiescence in the measures for obtaining revenue, which the public exigencies may at any time dictate.'' (9)

 

 

 

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