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A Civil Disagreement Chapter 4
Kansas Bleeds
DC's POV
May 20, 1856
Kansas Territory was causing us a world of trouble. Fighting had broken out two years ago when we allowed popular sovereignty, letting the people of Kansas and Nebraska Territory to vote on whether or not they wanted to have slavery in their lands.
Unfortunately this has let to many people from Missouri, and Missouri himself to go to Kansas in a attempt to sway the vote towards slavery. Border ruffians, they were called. Of course, the Free-Staters weren't any better, and had also gone to Kansas to sway the vote in their favor.
Which has led us to being here. Stuck in Congress, arguing endlessly. Like normal. Father was supposed to be here, but he was off handling other business. He had traveled to California and was spending a week there with her, before he left to go visit Hawaii. After the visit he would come back sometime in June.
Until he came back, I was stuck with the wonderful job of dealing with Congress's arguments.
Being a capital was so much fun.
Senator Charles Sumner of Massachusetts had given a speech, addressing the issue of whether or not Kansas should be admitted to the Union as a free state or a slave state.
It was a very long speech, although what speech in this Senate wasn't?
Senator Sumner had blamed Senator Stephan Douglas of Illinois and Senator Andrew Butler of South Carolina for what he called "the crimes against Kansas."
And he was not holding back in his dislike for them either.
"Noise-some, squat and nameless animal...not a proper model for an American Senator" was how he described Senator Douglas. It was very shocking, the insults, though I'm sure if Father was here he would have found it amusing. Although what he called Senator Douglas was not nearly as shocking or insulting as what he said about Senator Butler.
He said that Senator Butler had taken "a mistress...who, though ugly to others, is always lovely to him; though polluted with the sight of the world, is chaste in his sight—I mean, the harlot, Slavery."
Fiery words indeed.
"You are lucky Senator Butler was not here for your speech, Senator." I said, approaching Senator Sumner, who was attaching his postal frank to what I assumed were copies of his speech.
"Hello Washington. I figured you would have probably come to talk to me about my language." He said, "But I do not regret it. I said what needed to be said."
"Sometimes I feel like the mother of certain congressmen here, having to discipline you for the way you behave. Senator, I know you are passionate and you have your beliefs, but with the situation in Kansas...do you really think angering more people will help the situation?" I asked him.
"People are already angry, Washington." Senator Sumner began, as I noticed Representative Preston Brooks of South Carolina entered the chamber, holding a cane in his hand, and making his way towards us. Perhaps he wanted to speak with me. I turned back to Senator Sumner as he continued speaking.
"How angrier could they possibly get?" He said, right as Representative Brooks reached us. I opened my mouth to respond, but right as I did, Representative Brooks raised his cane, the metal top gleaming in the light, and brought it down on Senator Sumner's head.
I stood there, horrified as Representative Brooks struck Senator Sumner again and again, too shocked to move, to do anything. This had never happened in Congress before!
Senator Sumner attempted to get up, and did so, lurching around the room, bleeding profusely from his head and Representative Brooks continued to strike.
After a period of time that felt like forever, the caning stopped.
"Good day, District of Columbia." Representative Brooks said as he turned to leave, no one, not even me, was making any moves to stop him. I could see some senators grabbing Senator Sumner and carrying him out of the chamber, probably to get him to a doctor.
And I just stood there, shocked at what had occurred.
My God.
What was I going to tell Father?
Missouri's POV
May 21, 1856
Lawrence, Kansas Territory. The center of anti-slavery action in Kansas Territory. It was import that me and other proslavery forces suppress the action taken by anti-slavery here. Especially after we worked so hard to get Kansas a pro slavery government back in March. Kansas had to be pro slavery at all cost, for the good of the Union!
Especially due to the violence that had happened there.
After Sheriff Samual J Jones was shot in this town trying to arrest some Free-Staters, neutralizing the threat this town possessed became even more important.
We had taken the first steps when Federal Marshall I. B. Donaldson issued a proclamation asking for the citizens of Kansas Territory to help him arrest members of extra legal Free-State legislators. With the help of about six proslavery militias, the arrests happened peacefully.
Unfortunately that was having violent consequences. The anti-slavery people of Lawrence were now arming themselves.
Which is where I come in.
Sheriff Jones had assembled a force of 750 men, including me to help disarm the citizens of Lawrence and their anti-slavery institutions. That way we could prevent them from committing acts of violence against the proslavery individuals of Kansas Territory.
With that plan in mind, we had sealed off all exits to the town, and placed a cannon on a nearby mountain. Then we had proceeded to march onto the town of Lawrence so we could place all of the anti-slavery leaders under arrest.
As we marched into Lawrence, there was no resistance to us, much to my surprise. The citizens just let it happen.
"Guess not everyone here is anti-slavery." I muttered under my breath. Not that I was going to complain about that. That was an advantage for us. And it proved that this territory should become a slave state. Even the abolitionist town wouldn't fight back against us.
But we still had to take care of our two main targets, the anti slavery newspapers. I was in charge of taking care of the newspaper called the Herald of Freedom. It was easy enough to take over the office of the newspaper.
"Take the printing press and throw it into the river!" I ordered my men, "Make sure the printing press for the Kansas Free State is destroyed. The rest of you, help the others destroy the Free-State Hotel, the military hotel."
I then began helping my men carry the printing press towards the river.
"Are you sure this is necessary, Missouri?"
"Yes. It will ensure that this town isn't allowed to spit out more propaganda that will destroy the credibility of the noble institution of slavery." I said, grunting slightly as we approached the river bed, the printing press getting heavy.
"On three we throw it in." I said. "One, two, three."
The printing press hit the river with a splash, and we sighed.
"Well that was a success. Should we meet up with the others at the Free-State Hotel?" Someone asked, stretching out their arms.
"No, we don't want to all crowd there. We should rob the homes of the abolitionists, and convince them to leave. They aren't welcome in this pro slavery territory!" I said, bringing on cheers from my men. I smiled.
This was a great success so far. This territory would definitely become pro slavery. We have destroyed the stronghold, and now they have nowhere left to go.
I wonder if Kansas would be proud of me for helping them. I couldn't wait to meet them, another slave state to help even the balance.
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Of course when I thought everything was going to go up, it had to go down. Poor Kansas.
Back in May, a murderous abolitionist named John Brown, joined by others had murdered five proslavery men in what was now called the Pottawatomie Massacre. It was an awful tragedy, and John Brown needed to be taken into custody at all cost. And I had to be there to help the proslavery men, no matter what Kentucky said.
Marshall Pate had put together a group of fifty men, including myself, to help take down the abolitionist fugitives. We had been ransacking abolitionist homes to make sure none of them were in league with the fugitives as we tracked them down. The lack of cooperation from these men gave the fugitive Brown enough time to raise a force of his own.
A battle between us was certain, and was most likely going to happen today, as we were currently under attack by Brown.
It was a wonderful way to wake up. I yawned as I looked around for the fugitives.
"They are using the Santa Fe trail as a refugee!" One of our men called.
"And so can we!" I said, ducking for cover as gunfire increased upon the sight of me.
"See they like you as a target." My friend said. I laughed.
"They don't think I belong here Johnny. But even if I don't, neither do they. A bunch of murderous hypocrites who can't accept that this territory is going to be a slave state." I said.
"Think Kansas will appreciate what we've done once she's born?"
"Oh I'm certain of it." I said before returning fire. The pattern continues. Me and Johnny joked around as we continued to exchange gunfire.
But we were still getting nowhere. We had hit a stalemate.
"I'm going to negotiate with him." Marshall Pate eventually told me as he made his way over crafting up a white flag.
"We can't negotiate with fugitives!" Johnny said. I sighed.
"Marshall Pate has a point though. We are getting nowhere. This might be the best solution we are going to get." I said. Marshall Pate nodded.
"We can see if we can get his surrender to help lessen casualties. We seem to outnumber them, so we have an advantage there. Missouri, will you accompany me?" Marshall Pate asked. I nodded, and he smiled, before lifting his arm and raising the flag.
"We wish to negotiate with John Brown!" He yelled. The gunfire ceased as some of the anti slavery men appeared.
"We'll take your leader and the state to Mr. Brown. The rest of you behave. One of the men said before leading us to Brown.
"What do you want Border Ruffians?" He asked.
"We wish to negotiate for your unconditional surrender." Marshall Pate said, causing John Brown to laugh.
"I will not be surrendering today. When this battle ends you will be the ones surrendering. Now take them away. I don't want to talk to you Border Ruffians until you are ready to surrender, hear me?" He demanded. I rolled my eyes.
"We won't surrender. You will surrender to us when this battle is over." I said. John Brown smiled.
"We'll see about that slave state." He said, before his men took us back to our side of the battlefield.
"Well that was a failure." I commented.
"It was worth a shot. Now we need to figure out how to break the stalemate so we can force them to surrender." Marshall Pate said. I nodded, and grabbed my weapon from Johnny as the battle resumed.
Everything seemed to be heading to it continuing how it was for god knows how long, until a cry came that chilled me to the core.
"We have the Border Ruffians surrounded!" One of Brown's men called from behind us. Johnny and I exchanged horrified looks.
"Reinforcements from Lawrence?" Johnny questioned.
"Must be." I said, turning to Marshal Pate.
"What do we do?" I asked. Marshal Pate sighed.
"Surrender." He said, as he lifted up the white flag. Once again, Marshal Pate and I were taken to John Brown.
"Hello again Border Ruffians. Now, I want unconditional surrender from your group. No terms." Brown said. I scowled.
"And if we don't?" I asked. Brown pulled out his gun and pointed it at Marshal Pate.
"Then I blow out both of your brains." He said. I froze, my pride breaking and my anger growing.
"Fine. We will agree to unconditional surrender." Marshal Pate said. I clenched my fists.
I hated this. I failed to bring the fugitive to justice.
Kansas will hate me for this.
United POV
August 30, 1856
"United States! There's been another conflict in Kansas!" A messenger said as he ran up to me. I groaned. Not another one. Hopefully Missouri wasn't caught up in this one. Kentucky still had yet to convince Missouri to come home and stop causing trouble.
"What happened now?" I asked, as the messages stopped.
"Another battle. At Osawatomie. The Missourians attacked the town. The Free Staters tried to hold them off, but they were too outnumbered. Osawatomie was burned." He said.
"Not another one..." I mumbled, being reminded of the Sack of Lawrence from May. I really hoped Kentucky dragged Missouri home soon. That boy was in big trouble.
"I'm going to go talk to Congress about this. All of these conflicts need to end soon. I know people disagree, but killing each other isn't a good solution. We can settle things peacefully." I said, dismissing the messenger.
'Are you sure?'
I was sure of the fact that everything would calm down eventually. Violence was not going to be the answer to this. We had compromised before, we can make compromises again.
I hope I can get my kids to see that.
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falst · 11 months
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Every single time I draw and post Realization art I’m like. Oh god. The new mutuals don’t know about the statehumans arc
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alex-fa-main · 2 years
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list of gang specific statehumans ships you Had To Be There For
- texpan
- wyoming/hungary
- missouri/wales
-  massachusetts/romania 
- cz/nh
- swisstucky
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weirdestarrow · 2 years
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I'm still wondering what made them decide not to amputate Michigan's wing when it was broken in the Civil war.
Missouri.
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I honestly dont care that it is 1:30 Saturday morning, i would like to ask Nize just one more question.
How does it feel to share a birthday with a sibling? Or, more technically, a sibling was born on your birthday. (All I remember is that it is one of the M states)
“Sharing a birthday is fun. Although having a twin that you can never talk to directly is hard sometimes.”
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justskulkingaround · 3 years
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Look, it’s my Missouri
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alex-fa-ch · 4 years
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Your name is Michael Louis. You're also known as Missouri.
That's what they're telling you, anyways.
You were in a bad accident. Lots of head trauma. Which explains why you don't recognize a single soul who comes to visit you. Their faces feel familiar but nothing's there.
One of the first of your siblings you meet - apparently for the second time - is a person by the name of Diamond Rock. Arkansas.
They explain what you are. It's very kind of them. You wish you recognized them. They seem to know you pretty well. But there's something in their eyes.
The primary doctor is one of your siblings too. Dr Connor Hartford. Connecticut. He's very skilled at his job, it seems. He explains the head trauma and your loss of memory. He explains that he thinks it will eventually come back, it just may take some time. There's something he isn't telling you.
A different person by the name of Illinois comes in. She's nice enough. She explains your power to you. That does explain why you've felt the way you had all day. And how you know there's something more than just trauma.
That night, a woman visits you. She has icy blue eyes. You don't know how or why, but you know you trust her more than anything. She asks if you know her. When you shake your head, you feel her heartbreak.
"Well," she says "I guess I'll have to visit you until you remember."
And she does. Days start going by. You become more active. You can leave the hospital bed, but not the hospital yet. She only visits you at night. She won't tell you who she is.
You ask her how she even gets into your room after visiting hours. She laughs, and says you REALLY must not remember who she is. You don't.
You meet more of your siblings as your recovery goes on. You meet your father. They all seem wonderful, but there is something below the surface. You can't quite see it.
The closest you come is with Hamilton Concord. New Hampshire. They seem like the type to not bullshit you. You describe the woman to them, and ask. Their expression doesn't say much. But you can feel the confusion and fear. What aren't they telling you?
You don't see them again.
You're finally allowed to leave the hospital. It's all coming back, too. You're the physical embodiment of the state of Missouri. You run your state well. So well, in fact, that your accident didn't seem to matter to them. But that's fine.
The first sibling you can name without being introduced is a man called Kansas. And your first instinct is to curse him out. But you don't know why. You tell him as much, with an apology. He laughs. There is genuine joy in his heart.
But something is still missing.
You're slowly piecing your life together. Your very LONG life.
The woman doesn't stop visiting you after you leave the hospital. She shows up in your house, telling you she still had the spare key. She's apparently staying somewhere nearby, because she wants to be there for your full recovery.
As your memory comes together, you begin resuming your old life. Taking on your government, participating in state meetings. All that fun stuff.
But there is still something they aren't telling you.
You have a nightmare. A bad storm. Road conditions are awful. That woman who visits you is driving. You're in the passenger seat. You're both singing. You're both distracted.
A drunk driver hit you head on. Because she wasn't paying close attention to the road, she didn't have time to swerve. The car didn't have headlights on, either. It came out of nowhere.
Her name is Mai Augusta. Maine. Your sister. Your twin. The most important piece of family you have.
She cries when you tell her you know her. She hugs you and she cries. Her face is buried in your shoulder as she sobs.
But your shoulder isn't wet.
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countryhumans-trash · 3 years
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Missouri! :0
Reference to that rp I’ve mentioned
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pepsi-vent-inactive · 3 years
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statehuman headcanons but there’s like two other countries involved
- new york and long island (a part of new york) are married and had NYC. 
- both washington state AND berne are tired messes.
- new jersey has anger issues, but pennsylvania is trying to help him.
- schwyz (canton of switzerland) is reincarnation of schwyz (switzerland's mother).
- vaduz (liechtenstein) is a bitch. like a carbon copy of austria but worse.
- hands down new hampshire has a drinking problem.
- alabama and missisippi are the Troublemakers™ (may have stole this from Stik sorry). 
- however florida is the true crackhead. surprisingly, he is the most logical and serious when it comes to dire situations.
- kentucky has a crush on switzerland (swisstucky go YEET)
- missouri always gets forgotten but spends most her time playing hockey with canada.
- states and cities are taken to america in TWO ways, getting kidnapped (as in the cases of wyoming and sacramento) or just appear on his doorstep lmao.
- MANY humans have been ‘promoted’ to states, such as oregon (by election of their people), new mexico, and wisconsin.
- wyoming and illinois are homoromantic peeps
- only two states are actually related to america: alaska (child with russian empire), and delaware (child with a human named Amelia Hadlee).
this is all i got for now, hope you have a great day with this cursed knowledge
will update when i come up with other headcanons
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weirdestbooks · 2 years
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Shot From The Sky (Oneshot)
Thank you to @lostislandsketches for helping give me inspiration to write this oneshot, which is a gift to them for giving me the base of this angsty headcanon. Lost, hope you enjoy this oneshot I made for you.
Michigan's POV
We needed this siege to end. Once Vicksburg fell we would be able to finally cut the Confederacy in half. We would finally achieve the second goal of the Anaconda Plan.
General Grant had asked me to fly up and try and figure out where the cannons should be aimed, as he was just as eager to end the siege as the rest of us. Not firing blindly would help.
So now I was about ten feet above the Mississippi, examining the city, and debating on whether or not I would be safe flying over it.
"On the bright side, it would give us an advantage. Bad side, I would definitely get hurt flying directly over it. Maybe I can try and fly around the outskirts?" I muttered to myself, titling my head to the side as I tried to figure out what I should do.
I heard another gunshot, but didn't take much notice of it until blinding pain erupted in my left wing. I screamed as I began to plummet like a stone.
I quickly stretched out my wings, trying to slow the fall, ignoring how that made the pain worse. I began to feel lightheaded and dizzy as my fall slowed, and was starting to have troubling moving my wings.
"Make it to shore, make it to shore." I muttered to myself as I tried to turn myself towards the shore of the Mississippi so I could land and get medical treatment.
I was too far to make it, not with how high I was above the water. I flapped my wings once, trying to gain more height, but it just made the pain overwhelm me. My muscles seized up and I fell as everything began fading away. I closed my eyes and fell into unconsciousness, not even feeling my body hit the water.
The next thing I was aware of was a hand running through my hair. I tried to peel my eyes open, but it took too much energy, energy I didn't seem to have. My head was so fuzzy, and I wasn't sure what was happening. I think there were people talking.
I then groaned as pain began to hit me, centered around my wing. The hand running through my hair stopped, and I like out a little whine, not wanting to lose the comfort.
"......." Had someone spoken? I couldn't tell. My awareness was slowly beginning to fade again, and I felt like someone had tied weights to my limbs. They were so heavy and hard to move.
Not that I wanted to move.
".....ampu...."
The hand was beginning running through my hair again, and let out a small sigh as I fell once more into unconsciousness.
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I had been going in and out of consciousness, and never managed to stay awake for longer than what felt like a couple of seconds. This time, however, I was able to stay awake for much longer, although I hadn't moved since waking up.
I was just so lightheaded and hot, and my limbs felt so heavy. There were also voices talking around me, but I didn't care enough to focus on what they were saying.
I finally decided to pull my eyes open, and tried to focus them on a source of the voices. While my vision was fuzzy at first, I finally realized who it was.
"Mes..mis.." I was cut off from my attempt at speaking as I began coughing, loud grating coughs that hurt my throat. It didn't help the lightheadedness.
"Hey hey hey, Michigan, don't speak." Missouri said, putting his hand on my forehead. His hand was cold, and it felt so nice, especially since I was so hot. Against my will, my eyes began slipping shut.
"Michigan....?" I heard Missouri ask, but everything was already fading away again, and I couldn't make out the rest of his sentence. I slowly pulled my eyes back open and tried to focus my blurry vision on Missouri.
I tried to respond, but my mouth seemed unable to cooperate, and I think I just ended up making random, incomprehensible muttered noises. Missouri moved his hand from my forehead and began running it through my hair.
"...st...e?" I couldn't tell what Missouri was saying. Everything was too fuzzy and hot. I whimpered, breathing heavily as the uncomfortableness began to mix with the growing pain in my wing.
I let out more incomprehensible noises, trying to convey that I was hot and it hurt and burned and I wanted to all go away. Tears began to slide down my face.
It hurt so badly.
Darkness began creeping in on my vision as my head spun and the lightheadedness grew. I shut my eyes and felt the heaviness in my limbs grow as well.
The pain was fading, the sounds were fading, everything was fading. I welcomed the darkness, as it was pain free, and didn't fight as it took me into unconsciousness.
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I groaned as consciousness and pain returned to me. I slowly pulled open my eyes, faintly noticing that my vision was less blurry than it had been previously. I looked around and noticed I was in a tent, most likely a hospital tent if the pain in my wing and foggy memories were anything to go by.
"Michi?" I heard Missouri's familiar voice ask. I looked over to see my brother standing there, worry on his face. And next to him, lying on a cot that had been pulled next to the one I was lying on, was my wing, tightly bound in bandages.
"'Llo 'Souri." I said, my tongue finally managing to get out some of the first words I had spoken in...in...how long had I been unconscious? Before I could ask that question, Missouri practically leaped on top of, pulling me into a tight hug.
"Thank god you're awake! And talking! You've been half conscious and barely speaking when you were and I thought you had died! Mich I thought you were going to die!" Missouri said, before he pulled away from the hug. He has small tears rolling down his face, which he quickly wiped away.
I was a bit stunned by that declaration. I was so bad that Missouri thought I was going to die? I could have died? Well at least it wasn't a country who caused the injury, so it's not like it would have been a permanent death.
"What happened? I...I remember getting shot..and falling towards the river, but what happened after that?" I asked, pressing a hand to my forehead as I tried to pull myself into more of a sitting position. Missouri sighed, and began rubbing his arm.
"When you started falling I got two soldiers who could swim to get into the river with me, to help me rescue you. We got to you and pulled you to shore. You...you were so cold I feared you were already dead. You were also bleeding badly. We got you to the hospital tent and the doctors clipped your feathers so they could see the injury. They took out the bullet, and..." Missouri paused, looking like he was considering something, before he continued speaking, "bandaged your wing. You've been pretty much out since then."
"Oh." I said, thinking about what Missouri had said. That was worse than I thought. I looked back at the bandaged wing.
"Do you...do you think it will heal enough for me to use it again?" I asked. Missouri shrugged.
"I...I don't know. I hope it does. Hopefully Dad punishes Mississippi for this." Missouri said. Mississippi? What did Mississippi have to do with this? Sure the siege was in her state, but that doesn't give her the blame. Missouri must have noticed my confused expression, because he clarified himself.
"Mississippi was the one that shot you." He said. I began to feel lightheaded again. Mississippi...she...I...I could have actually died! Mississippi shot me!
"Why?" I asked, as Missouri put his hands on my shoulder. It's then I realized I was shaking.
"I don't know. This war has done so much damage. Maybe she just doesn't care about her family anymore. I honestly have no clue as to what her motives were with shooting you." Missouri said, pulling me into a quick hug. I returned it the best I could, my limbs feeling weak.
"At least I have you. Thank you for saving me." I said. Missouri tightened the hug.
"You're welcome. But don't scare me like that again."
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falst · 1 year
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hye I've gotten a lot of new mutuals since my statehuman days what if I told yall that my silly boy Miz is the personification of the US state of Missouri and is a gay gnc twink
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justskulkingaround · 3 years
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Idk I might give Missouri a prosthetic hand
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alex-fa-ch · 4 years
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Missouri: Maine, you look lovely!
Maine: I am going to murder you A THOUSAND TIMES
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falst · 6 months
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"going to back to statehumans" I say as if my twinkified version of the state of Missouri doesn't haunt my every waking thought
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weirdestbooks · 2 years
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Secrecy and Deception Chapter 5
Sinews of Peace
Missouri POV Event: Iron Curtain Speech Location: Westminster College, Fulton, State of Missouri, United States of America Date: March 5, 1946
The former British Prime Minister giving a speech at an American college while standing by the President of the United States was an odd thing. But there was Winston Churchill, up on a stage with President Truman, Dad, and, unbeknownst to him, DC.
DC was keeping herself disguised, just like I was. While we had been less of a secret back when Dad was still new at the whole "being a country" thing, we now didn't talk about our existence that much. Mainly because none of us wanted to deal with other countries, although everyone did have their own reasons.
I brought my focus to the stage, where Winston Churchill was preparing to speak. I hope he didn't go on for too long, as I don't think I could keep my focus for that long.
What was he supposed to be speaking about again? Oh well, I guess I'll find out.
"I am glad to come to Westminster College this afternoon, and am complimented that you should give me a degree. The name 'Westminster' is somehow familiar to me. I seem to have heard of it before. Indeed, it was at Westminster that I received a very large part of my education in politics, dialectic, rhetoric, and one or two other things. In fact we have both been educated at the same, or similar, or, at any rate, kindred establishments. It is also an honor, perhaps almost unique, for a private visitor to be introduced to an academic audience by the President of the United States." Winston Churchill began.
I smiled at the last sentence, as it had echoed my thoughts on this experience as well. It was certainly not a common occurrence.
"Amid his heavy burdens, duties, and responsibilities -unsought but not recoiled from-the President has traveled a thousand miles to dignify and magnify our meeting here to-day and to give me an opportunity of addressing this kindred nation, as well as my own countrymen across the ocean, and perhaps some other countries too." He continued.
I wouldn't call us and Britain kindred nations. Although maybe that was because we were still learning to get along. Dad also turned his head slightly to face Winston Churchill as he said that, possibly just as confused as I was. At least our nations were better friends now, and not trying to go to war anymore.
"The President has told you that it is his wish, as I am sure it is yours, that I should have full liberty to give my true and faithful counsel in these anxious and baffling times. I shall certainly avail myself of this freedom, and feel the more right to do so because any private ambitions I may have cherished in my younger days have been satisfied beyond my wildest dreams. Let me, however, make it clear that I have no official mission or status of any kind, and that I speak only for myself. There is nothing here but what you see."
Well normally when someone says that there is a chance that they are lying. I pushed that though aside. Even if Mr. Churchill had ulterior motives, I was still going to listen to what he said. Especially because of how tense things seemed to be getting.
"I can therefore allow my mind, with the experience of a lifetime, to play over the problems which beset us on the morrow of our absolute victory in arms, and to try to make sure with what strength I have that what has been gained with so much sacrifice and suffering shall be preserved for the future glory and safety of mankind."
The experience of a lifetime? That was funny. Maybe it was just because I'm way older than him, but that line was very amusing to me. He had the experience of a lifetime, but I have the experience of several, and Dad has even more than me.
"The United States stands at this time at the pinnacle of world power."
We did. We were. Dad had been getting increasingly stressed because of it, and some of the Thirteen had been making remarks about how if they had told Britain about it during the Revolution, he would have never believed them.
Still, despite the jokes at Britain's expense, everyone was starting to feel the stress of the fact that we were a world power-the world power. All eyes were on us, for better and for worse. My siblings and I might not be able to keep secret for much longer, which was incredibly stressful for some of us.
We were at the pinnacle of world power. And I hated it.
"It is a solemn moment for the American Democracy. For with primacy in power is also joined an awe-inspiring accountability to the future. If you look around you, you must feel not only the sense of duty done but also you must feel anxiety lest you fall below the level of achievement."
He was right about that. We had more duties and responsibilities now, and a very high bar to reach. If we failed at what was required of us...well I didn't want to think about it, think about the possibility of another world war. I'm glad I didn't have to deal with international affairs like Dad, but that didn't mean the affairs I had to deal with were any easier.
"Opportunity is here now, clear and shining for both our countries. To reject it or ignore it or fritter it away will bring upon us all the long reproaches of the after-time. It is necessary that constancy of mind, persistency of purpose, and the grand simplicity of decision shall guide and rule the conduct of the English-speaking peoples in peace as they did in war. We must, and I believe we shall, prove ourselves equal to this severe requirement."
I knew we needed to prove ourselves equal to the requirements we had, but why only English speaking people? Louisiana preferred her French, just as Pennsylvania did her German, despite the fact that we were just in a war with them. Hawaii preferred her language, New York preferred Dutch, and Delaware preferred Swedish sometimes. Hell even I would speak French from time to time.
The US isn't just English speaking people, and I didn't like that that is all Mr. Churchill saw when looking at us. Dad looked annoyed, which probably meant he was never going to speak English to Mr. Churchill again. Sure English was this nation's most preferred and widely spoken language, but it wasn't the only one.
"When American military men approach some serious situation they are wont to write at the head of their directive the words 'Overall Strategic Concept.' There is wisdom in this, as it leads to clarity of thought. What then is the overall strategic concept which we should inscribe today? It is nothing less than the safety and welfare, the freedom and progress, of all the homes and families of all the men and women in all the lands."
That would be a great world to live in. A seemingly impossible goal though, which meant it was the perfect one for Dad to try and achieve. He took the word impossible as a challenge. If anyone would try everything they could to achieve that world, it was Dad.
"And here I speak particularly of the myriad cottage or apartment homes where the wage-earner strives amid the accidents and difficulties of life to guard his wife and children from privation and bring the family up in the fear of the Lord, or upon ethical conceptions which often play their potent part. To give security to these countless homes, they must be shielded from the two gaunt marauders, war and tyranny."
War and tyranny. Problems created by humanity's want for power and resolved by humanity's want for peace. Two things that will most likely always exist, no matter how many efforts are taken to stop them. We can defend people from it, but the only way to destroy tyranny is through war. I sighed.
Power and Peace. Humanity's greatest desires.
"We all know the frightful disturbances in which the ordinary family is plunged when the curse of war swoops down upon the bread-winner and those for whom he works and contrives. The awful ruin of Europe, with all its vanished glories, and of large parts of Asia glares us in the eyes. When the designs of wicked men or the aggressive urge of mighty States dissolve over large areas the frame of civilized society, humble folk are confronted with difficulties with which they cannot cope. For them all is distorted, all is broken, even ground to pulp."
Europe suffers so much from destruction. Wars don't normally happen on Dad's land, we are too far away from most conflicts. But when it does occur here, it occurs in his territories, and I never see it. The Civil War was the last time this country was destroyed by war the way Europe was.
Maybe we could help. Rebuilding a nation from almost nothing was a very hard thing to do. And that's what most of Europe, and some of Asia, probably, had to do.
"When I stand here this quiet afternoon I shudder to visualize what is actually happening to millions now and what is going to happen in this period when famine stalks the earth. None can compute what has been called 'the unestimated sum of human pain.' Our supreme task and duty is to guard the homes of the common people from the horrors and miseries of another war. We are all agreed on that."
Definitely agreed on that. I don't want another world war, not after the first two. They have changed everything, and not always in a good way. Even with the war over, the suffering was not. Suffering would probably never be over for some.
"Our American military colleagues, after having proclaimed their 'overall strategic concept' and computed available resources, always proceed to the next step-namely, 'the method' Here again there is widespread agreement. A world organization has already been erected for the prime purpose of preventing war. U.N.O., the successor of the League of Nations, with the decisive addition of the United States and all that means, is already at work."
UNO, United Nation Organization. Or UN, as the rest of us call him. Dad described him as hopeful, stubborn, and demanding, but also naïve, because he thinks he can get the other countries to agree on peace. North Dakota said that it reminded him of Dad in a way, causing Dad to be very embarrassed and offended. North Dakota wasn't entirely wrong. What UN is trying to do with the countries, Dad does with us states, although with much more success that UN? Still, having someone who is trying to get the countries to get along is better than having no one.
"We must make sure that its work is fruitful, that it is a reality and not a sham, that it is a force for action and not merely a frothing of words, that it is a true temple of peace in which the shields of many nations can someday be hung up, and not merely a cockpit in a Tower of Babel. Before we cast away the solid assurances of national armaments for self-preservation, we must be certain that our temple is built not upon shifting sands or quagmires, but upon the rock."
Yes, we definitely have to ensure that the peace sticks this time, and doesn't end up falling apart. Although, if I were to continue with the analogy, Dad was good at building things on sand and then going back and making the sand rock.
However, I would prefer to build on rock first.
"Anyone can see with his eyes open that our path will be difficult and also long, but if we persevere together as we did in the two world wars-though not, alas, in the interval between them-I cannot doubt that we shall achieve our common purpose in the end."
Yes, I hope things now don't turn out like they did between the world wars. The Great Depression, the organized crime, the eventual war on the horizon. Let's hope this post war world was one that actually led to more peace, and not another world war. I don't think Europe could survive that.
Or Dad's patience with Europe. If another world war broke out there, Dad would probably just decide to drop nukes on the whole continent to get them to calm down.
"I have, however, a definite and practical proposal to make for action. Courts and magistrates may be set up but they cannot function without sheriffs and constables. The United Nations Organization must immediately begin to be equipped with an international armed force. In such a matter we can only go step by step, but we must begin now. I propose that each of the powers and states should be invited to dedicate a certain number of air squadrons to the service of the World Organization. These squadrons would be trained and prepared in their own countries but would move around in rotation from one country to another. They would wear the uniform of their own countries but with different badges. They would not be required to act against their own nation, but in other respects they would be directed by the World Organization. This might be started on a modest scale and would grow as confidence grew. I wished to see this done after the First World War, and I devoutly trust it may be done forthwith."
I have seen several times what happens when you make a law that no one will enforce. Giving UN his own police force would allow him to be able to enforce peace better. The League of Nations couldn't ensure peace. Maybe if UN had enforcement methods at this disposal he could.
Provided they don't get used for the opposite means.
"It would nevertheless be wrong and imprudent to entrust the secret knowledge or experience of the atomic bomb, which the United States, Great Britain, and Canada now share, to the World Organization while it is still in its infancy. It would be criminal madness to cast it adrift in this still agitated and un-united world. No one in any country has slept less well in their beds because this knowledge and the method and the raw materials to apply it are at present largely retained in American hands."
Dad would never give up the secrets of the atomic bomb willingly, unless he had been convinced it was for a good reason. It was a very powerful weapon, and giving it to his enemies would be terrifying. Besides, I don't think UN should be given that knowledge. World peace shouldn't require the destruction of anything but tyranny, which can be destroyed without the power of the atomic bomb. Besides, if UN has that information, it would be easier for a tyrant to get their hands on it.
It's best to keep that secrecy under lock and key.
"I do not believe we should all have slept so soundly had the positions been reversed and if some Communist or neo-Fascist State monopolized, for the time being, these dread agencies. The fear of them alone might easily have been used to enforce totalitarian systems upon the free democratic world, with consequences appalling to human imagination."
I shuddered as I thought of what could have happened if Ger, not Germany, he was known as Third Reich now, had gotten his hands on the bomb. That would have spelled disaster for every ally we had. If he had used that weapon to take out the rest of Europe...so many more would have died. And Poland, and Uncle Free State, and all those nations who had recently got independence would have had it stripped from them once more.
I don't think Uncle Free State would have been able to handle that.
"God has willed that this shall not be, and we have at least a breathing space to set our house in order before this peril has to be encountered, and even then, if no effort is spared, we should still possess so formidable a superiority as to impose effective deterrents upon its employment, or threat of employment, by others. Ultimately, when the essential brotherhood of man is truly embodied and expressed in a world organization with all the necessary practical safeguards to make it effective, these powers would naturally be confided to that world organization."
I hope we can prevent more use of the bomb. It's a powerful weapon, but an awful one. New Mexico has told us how painful experiencing the bomb was, which just proves it's power. Not many weapons will make us feel pain if used on our land, but that one did. It's better to make sure that it isn't a weapon commonly used, but a weapon of last resort.
"Now I come to the second danger of these two marauders which threatens the cottage home and the ordinary people-namely, tyranny. We cannot be blind to the fact that the liberties enjoyed by individual citizens throughout the British Empire are not valid in a considerable number of countries, some of which are very powerful."
"And aren't given to everyone in your empire" I muttered. Dad, Uncle Free State, and many others weren't given the same liberties as the English. Though, I suppose I am being hypocritical, as many people in my state and throughout the Union aren't given the same rights as others.
Though they had more than some, and that was better than nothing.
"In these States, control is enforced upon the common people by various kinds of all-embracing police governments, to a degree which is overwhelming and contrary to every principle of democracy. The power of the State is exercised without restraint, either by dictators or by compact oligarchies operating through a privileged party and a political police."
At least the people who had less liberties here could protest and try and do something about it. In those governments a want for change was a death wish. That's how they can do a lot of damage in a short period of time. I thought back to what had happened during the war. That was awful, what dictators could do. We could get better, but for some it could only get worse.
"It is not our duty at this time, when difficulties are so numerous, to interfere forcibly in the internal affairs of countries which we have not conquered in war. But we must never cease to proclaim in fearless tones the great principles of freedom and the rights of man, which are the joint inheritance of the English-speaking world and which, through Magna Carta, the Bill of Rights, the Habeas Corpus, trial by jury, the English Common Law, find their most famous expression in the American Declaration of Independence."
A British man talking about how the Declaration of Independence was important and great. I almost laughed, but was not able to hold back giggles. Dad also looked incredibly amused by that. Britain would probably be getting a call from Dad laughing about this.
I hope Dad lets us listen to that call.
"All this means that the people of any country have the right and should have the power by constitutional action, by free unfettered elections with secret ballot, to choose or change the character or form of government under which they dwell; that freedom of speech and thought should reign; that courts of justice, independent of the executive, unbiased by any party, should administer laws which have received the broad assent of large majorities or are consecrated by time and custom. Here are the title deeds of freedom, which should lie in every cottage home. Here is the message of the British and American peoples to mankind. Let us preach what we practice, let us practice what we preach."
I don't think Dad and Britain are the only countries doing that, but regardless it would definitely be beneficial for many people if all countries did that. Obviously not all of them will, but if the majority does it will still be better than the minority being the only ones to do that.
"I have now stated the two great dangers which menace the homes of the people: War and Tyranny. I have not yet spoken of poverty and privation which are in many cases the prevailing anxiety. But if the dangers of war and tyranny are removed, there is no doubt that science and cooperation can bring in the next few years to the world, certainly in the next few decades newly taught in the sharpening school of war, an expansion of material well-being beyond anything that has yet occurred in human experience."
That's hopeful, but war can never be defeated, nor can tyranny. They can be prevented, they can be small, but they are there. Science and cooperation might become more widespread, but they will not replace war and tyranny. Because they cannot be removed from the world.
"Now, at this sad and breathless moment, we are plunged in the hunger and distress which are the aftermath of our stupendous struggle; but this will pass and may pass quickly, and there is no reason except human folly or sub-human crime which should deny to all the nations the inauguration and enjoyment of an age of plenty. I have often used words which I learned fifty years ago from a great Irish-American orator, a friend of mine, Mr. Bourke Cockran. 'There is enough for all. The earth is a generous mother; she will provide in plentiful abundance food for all her children if they will but cultivate her soil in justice and in peace.' So far I feel that we are in full agreement."
Sure, the world has enough, but that's not enough for some people. And that's why some are left with nothing. The world provides, but the people don't sometimes. People like to hoard things they don't need. Or they just don't care enough to help.
"Now, while still pursuing the method of realizing our overall strategic concept, I come to the crux of what I have traveled here to say. Neither the sure prevention of war, nor the continuous rise of world organization will be gained without what I have called the fraternal association of the English-speaking peoples. This means a special relationship between the British Commonwealth and Empire and the United States."
So Mr. Churchill wants Dad to fix his relationship not only with Britain, which he's started doing, but with his siblings as well? That's easier said than done. Dad has a lot of them, siblings that is, but he hadn't even met half of them.
Although Free State is his Uncle, and Dad is close with him. That's why Uncle Free State knows about me and my siblings.
"This is no time for generalities, and I will venture to be precise. Fraternal association requires not only the growing friendship and mutual understanding between our two vast but kindred systems of society, but the continuance of the intimate relationship between our military advisers, leading to common study of potential dangers, the similarity of weapons and manuals of instructions, and to the interchange of officers and cadets at technical colleges. It should carry with it the continuance of the present facilities for mutual security by the joint use of all Naval and Air Force bases in the possession of either country all over the world. This would perhaps double the mobility of the American Navy and Air Force. It would greatly expand that of the British Empire Forces and it might well lead, if and as the world calms down, to important financial savings. Already we use together a large number of islands; more may well be entrusted to our joint care in the near future."
It's weird that we are working so well with the British and administering land alongside them. Last time we did that, with the Oregon territory, we almost went to war. But still, they were a very important military ally, so cooperation with them would be beneficial.
God this was so weird. Dad's younger self would be shocked by this.
"The United States has already a Permanent Defense Agreement with the Dominion of Canada, which is so devotedly attached to the British Commonwealth and Empire. This Agreement is more effective than many of those which have often been made under formal alliances. This principle should be extended to all British Commonwealths with full reciprocity. Thus, whatever happens, and thus only, shall we be secure ourselves and able to work together for the high and simple causes that are dear to us and bode no ill to any. Eventually there may come-I feel eventually there will come-the principle of common citizenship, but that we may be content to leave to destiny, whose outstretched arm many of us can already clearly see."
Yeah Mr. Churchill is definitely trying to get Dad to fix his relationship with the rest of his family. I looked at Dad, who looked both amused, and...I couldn't really identify the other emotion on his face, but it was the funniest face I had ever seen Dad make.
"There is however an important question we must ask ourselves. Would a special relationship between the United States and the British Commonwealth be inconsistent with our overriding loyalties to the World Organization? I reply that, on the contrary, it is probably the only means by which that organization will achieve its full stature and strength."
He's right about that. UN will only survive if most of the countries that are a part of the UN can get along. Since Britain is a whore, if Dad can get along with his siblings it would be better for UN.
But also they are his siblings and siblings do not get along.
"There are already the special United States relations with Canada which I have just mentioned, and there are the relations between the United States and the South American Republics. We British have our Twenty-Years Treaty of Collaboration and Mutual Assistance with Soviet Russia. I agree with Mr. Bevin, the Foreign Secretary of Great Britain, that it might well be a Fifty-Years Treaty so far as we are concerned. We aim at nothing but mutual assistance and collaboration."
Well Britain may get along with Soviet, but after Mr. Kennan's telegram, I don't think Dad and Soviet will get along for much longer. And if Britain wants to remain our ally, if we really have this so-called "special relationship", then they might be abandoning that Twenty-Years Treaty that they think will last for fifty.
"The British have an alliance with Portugal unbroken since 1384, and which produced fruitful results at critical moments in the late war. None of these clash with the general interest of a world agreement, or a world organization; on the contrary they help it. 'In my father's house are many mansions.' Special associations between members of the United Nations which have no aggressive point against any other country, which harbor no design incompatible with the Charter of the United Nations, far from being harmful, are beneficial and, as I believe, indispensable."
International cooperation outside of the UN is going to be important in making sure UN stays alive. Hopefully that means some countries will be willing to let go of useless grudges for the sake of peace.
Oh what am I saying who the hell is going to do that?
"I spoke earlier of the Temple of Peace. Workmen from all countries must build that temple. If two of the workmen know each other particularly well and are old friends, if their families are intermingled, and if they have 'faith in each other's purpose, hope in each other's future and charity towards each other's shortcomings'-to quote some good words I read here the other day-why cannot they work together at the common task as friends and partners? Why cannot they share their tools and thus increase each other's working powers? Indeed they must do so or else the temple may not be built, or, being built, it may collapse, and we shall all be proved again unteachable and have to go and try to learn again for a third time in a school of war, incomparably more rigorous than that from which we have just been released."
He has a point. If allied countries work together to ensure peace, through UN and other means, we will have a much easier time doing so. And hopefully in the process prevent World War 3, something I'm sure nobody wants.
Anyone who wants World War 3 is an insane fool. And definitely didn't live through the first two.
"The dark ages may return, the Stone Age may return on the gleaming wings of science, and what might now shower immeasurable material blessings upon mankind, may even bring about its total destruction. Beware, I say; time may be short. Do not let us take the course of allowing events to drift along until it is too late. If there is to be a fraternal association of the kind I have described, with all the extra strength and security which both our countries can derive from it, let us make sure that that great fact is known to the world, and that it plays its part in steadying and stabilizing the foundations of peace. There is the path of wisdom. Prevention is better than cure."
True, but if there's a cure, we should choose that. But I don't think there is a cure to humanity's want for power and the other factors that contribute to wars. Although, ensuring that people are more tolerant of others would probably be just as helpful as military support and international cooperation.
"A shadow has fallen upon the scenes so lately lighted by the Allied victory. Nobody knows what Soviet Russia and its Communist international organization intends to do in the immediate future, or what are the limits, if any, to their expansive and proselytizing tendencies. I have a strong admiration and regard for the valiant Russian people and for my wartime comrade, Marshal Stalin. There is deep sympathy and goodwill in Britain-and I doubt not here also-towards the peoples of all the Russias and a resolve to persevere through many differences and rebuffs in establishing lasting friendships. We understand the Russian need to be secure on his western frontiers by the removal of all possibility of German aggression. We welcome Russia to his rightful place among the leading nations of the world. We welcome his flag upon the seas. Above all, we welcome constant, frequent and growing contacts between the Russian people and our own people on both sides of the Atlantic."
Dad did want to preserve his relationship with Soviet, and so did I. I understand what Churchill was saying, but still, after Mr. Kennan's telegram, I fear that things may not go the way Mr. Churchill hopes. After all, with what is happening in Iran, I just don't know if a lasting friendship with Soviet is possible.
"It is my duty however, for I am sure you would wish me to state the facts as I see them to you, to place before you certain facts about the present position in Europe. From Stettin in the Baltic to Trieste in the Adriatic, an iron curtain has descended across the Continent. Behind that line lie all the capitals of the ancient states of Central and Eastern Europe. Warsaw, Berlin, Prague, Vienna, Budapest, Belgrade, Bucharest and Sofia, all these famous cities and the populations around them lie in what I must call the Soviet sphere, and all are subject in one form or another, not only to Soviet influence but to a very high and, in many cases, increasing measure of control from Moscow."
Dad and Britain allowed for Soviet to have influence over those states, not because they liked it, but because it was the best opinion for peace. Mr. Churchill knows this. Still, I understand what he's saying. Soviet has already illegally annexed the Baltic states, and it was possible that he would annex the states he was allowed influence over.
Hopefully that wouldn't happen, but if there was anything countries and states like me knew well, it's that you can't fully trust anyone.
It was too risky.
"Athens alone-Greece with its immortal glories-is free to decide its future at an election under British, American and French observation. The Russian-dominated Polish Government has been encouraged to make enormous and wrongful inroads upon Germany, and mass expulsions of millions of Germans on a scale grievous and undreamed-of are now taking place."
Dad and Britain were also hesitant to grant their permission to do that, and made Soviet promise they would be humane. But they have always been humane. It's awful, sometimes, what people and countries will force on others under the threat that they will not allow for peace. You get stuck where if you refuse, there will be no peace, and if you accept, the actions then taken could end up destabilizing the peace.
Although anyone who holds peace hostage is not interested in peace. And according to Mr. Kennan, Soviet is not.
"The Communist parties, which were very small in all these Eastern States of Europe, have been raised to pre-eminence and power far beyond their numbers and are seeking everywhere to obtain totalitarian control. Police governments are prevailing in nearly every case, and so far, except in Czechoslovakia, there is no true democracy."
I hope Czechoslovakia is okay. The other countries under Soviet's influence are forced to do a lot because of him. I hope Czechoslovakia escapes that fate, although I can't be sure she will.
I hate how we had to give Soviet influence over other countries. Especially Poland. We had just given his people independence and then they were taken over by Third Reich and Soviet, before being left to Soviet's influence, not truly independent.
It felt like we were abandoning him in a way. I had seen the birthday card he had given Dad for his 150th anniversary as a country, and it was touching. Dad has also been considering telling Poland about us states, since most of us are on board. But now with Soviet's influence, that idea has lost some support due to concerns about Soviet, even though Soviet already knows.
"Turkey and Persia are both profoundly alarmed and disturbed at the claims which are being made upon them and at the pressure being exerted by the Moscow Government. An attempt is being made by the Russians in Berlin to build up a quasi-Communist party in their zone of Occupied Germany by showing special favors to groups of left-wing German leaders. At the end of the fighting last June, the American and British Armies withdrew westwards, in accordance with an earlier agreement, to a depth at some points of 150 miles upon a front of nearly four hundred miles, in order to allow our Russian allies to occupy this vast expanse of territory which the Western Democracies had conquered."
Persia-Iran-whatever you called him, he was in the midst of a fight that was being caused, to an extent, by Soviet. Soviet refused to withdraw like Dad and Britain and was now supporting rebel groups in Iran's land. And we had withdrawn troops to give Soviet the influence he wanted, which now seemed to be backfiring on us.
Everything was getting incredibly complicated, and I didn't like it.
"If now the Soviet Government tries, by separate action, to build up a pro-Communist Germany in their areas, this will cause new serious difficulties in the British and American zones, and will give the defeated Germans the power of putting themselves up to auction between the Soviets and the Western Democracies. Whatever conclusions may be drawn from these facts-and facts they are-this is certainly not the Liberated Europe we fought to build up. Nor is it one which contains the essentials of permanent peace."
I sighed. He's right about that. The Baltics are still occupied by Soviet, and all the countries he was allowed influence over aren't actually liberated because they aren't actually completely free. I understand Dad and Britain did what they did, but still, I wish a better route could have been an option. But everyone had their own interests and compromise was important in making sure everyone got at least some of what they wanted.
"The safety of the world requires a new unity in Europe, from which no nation should be permanently outcast. It is from the quarrels of the strong parent races in Europe that the world wars we have witnessed, or which occurred in former times, have sprung. Twice in our own lifetime we have seen the United States, against their wishes and their traditions, against arguments, the force of which it is impossible not to comprehend, drawn by irresistible forces, into these wars in time to secure the victory of the good cause, but only after frightful slaughter and devastation had occurred. Twice the United States has had to send several millions of its young men across the Atlantic to find the war; but now war can find any nation, wherever it may dwell between dusk and dawn."
Yeah we had to send our people to help save your European asses because apparently neutrality doesn't mean anything to anyone. Neutrality violations is how we've gotten involved in three different wars, and if it pulls us into another I'm revealing myself so I can beat the definition of neutrality into the head of whoever attacked us.
"Surely we should work with conscious purpose for a grand pacification of Europe, within the structure of the United Nations and in accordance with our Charter. That I feel is an open cause of policy of very great importance. In front of the iron curtain which lies across Europe are other causes for anxiety. In Italy the Communist Party is seriously hampered by having to support the Communist-trained Marshal Tito's claims to former Italian territory at the head of the Adriatic. Nevertheless the future of Italy hangs in the balance."
Poor Italy. The kid hasn't had it very easy, especially since he got this duty of cleaning up his Father's mistakes. And the country that replaced Japan would have to do similar things, clean up their mother's mess. Although, with Third Reich dead, the new Germany would have it the easiest, since they would be the kid of either Soviet, France, Britain, or Dad. Maybe more than one.
Whatever the case, a least they won't be related to Third Reich
"Again one cannot imagine a regenerated Europe without a strong France. All my public life I have worked for a strong France and I never lost faith in her destiny, even in the darkest hours. I will not lose faith now."
World War 2 seemed to have been very effective in making countries that were formally enemies or rivals very close. But I guess that's what happens when you are in a global conflict for power. I knew that Britain and France had almost united into the same country in 1940, which was a surprise. Dad has had fun reminding them of that fact.
"However, in a great number of countries, far from the Russian frontiers and throughout the world, Communist fifth columns are established and work in complete unity and absolute obedience to the directions they receive from the Communist center. Except in the British Commonwealth and in the United States where Communism is in its infancy, the Communist parties or fifth columns constitute a growing challenge and peril to Christian civilization. These are somber facts for anyone to have to recite on the morrow of a victory gained by so much splendid comradeship in arms and in the cause of freedom and democracy; but we should be most unwise not to face them squarely while time remains."
Political party problems. That would be fun to deal with. Although, it's not like we, and by we and mean Dad and my siblings, can ban communism. With the first amendment, all that will do is make people very mad.
"The outlook is also anxious in the Far East and especially in Manchuria. The Agreement which was made at Yalta, to which I was a party, was extremely favorable to Soviet Russia, but it was made at a time when no one could say that the German war might not extend all through the summer and autumn of 1945 and when the Japanese war was expected to last for a further 18 months from the end of the German war. In this country you are all so well-informed about the Far East, and such devoted friends of China, that I do not need to expatiate on the situation there."
Yeah, we were aware of the influence Soviet had been granted, and China's anxiety over Soviet supporting the communist party she was fighting against. Dad was also worried about that, but couldn't do much, having promised Soviet the influence, and being busy dealing with Japan.
"I have felt bound to portray the shadow which, alike in the west and in the east, falls upon the world. I was a minister at the time of the Versailles Treaty and a close friend of Mr. Lloyd-George, who was the head of the British delegation at Versailles. I did not myself agree with many things that were done, but I have a very strong impression in my mind of that situation, and I find it painful to contrast it with that which prevails now. In those days there were high hopes and unbounded confidence that the wars were over, and that the League of Nations would become all-powerful. I do not see or feel that same confidence or even the same hopes in the haggard world at the present time."
Of course we don't have the same hopes. We thought things would get better and then this happened. The war, the concerns with Soviet, everything. It didn't seem like peace would be achievable soon if the concerns about Soviet proved to be legitimate.
"On the other hand I repulse the idea that a new war is inevitable; still more that it is imminent. It is because I am sure that our fortunes are still in our own hands and that we hold the power to save the future, that I feel the duty to speak out now that I have the occasion and the opportunity to do so. I do not believe that Soviet Russia desires war. What they desire is the fruits of war and the indefinite expansion of their power and doctrines."
I hope Soviet doesn't want war. It's not what the world needs. But Soviet wanting the fruits of war? That was believable, and probably true, from what I have heard from Virginia, DC, and Dad about the conferences. Soviet had a lot of demands.
"But what we have to consider here to-day while time remains, is the permanent prevention of war and the establishment of conditions of freedom and democracy as rapidly as possible in all countries. Our difficulties and dangers will not be removed by closing our eyes to them. They will not be removed by mere waiting to see what happens; nor will they be removed by a policy of appeasement. What is needed is a settlement, and the longer this is delayed, the more difficult it will be and the greater our dangers will become."
Yeah, appeasement really hasn't worked out at all, and continuing to do it seems like a very stupid thing to do. We couldn't give Soviet whatever he wanted, we has to stand our ground and tell him to fuck off when he tried to enroach where he doesn't belong. Otherwise he would get too comfortable with walking over us.
"From what I have seen of our Russian friends and Allies during the war, I am convinced that there is nothing they admire so much as strength, and there is nothing for which they have less respect than for weakness, especially military weakness."
Soviet did admire strength. Alaska could tell, he said Soviet seemed too much like their father, and so did Dad. I heard Dad talking to the Thirteen once, I don't think he expected me to overhear, but I did. He said Mr. Kennan's telegram concerned him, and that Soviet seemed almost amused by his injury.
"For that reason the old doctrine of a balance of power is unsound. We cannot afford, if we can help it, to work on narrow margins, offering temptations to a trial of strength. If the Western Democracies stand together in strict adherence to the principles of the United Nations Charter, their influence for furthering those principles will be immense and no one is likely to molest them. If however they become divided or falter in their duty and if these all-important years are allowed to slip away then indeed catastrophe may overwhelm us all."
So Mr. Churchill thinks we must have unity or disaster. That's the way I heard it at least. That would be hard to achieve. Countries liked to fight and be at odds with one another, that's just what they did. Peace and unity with each other was going to be impossible. We all cared too much about our own interests.
"Last time I saw it all coming and cried aloud to my own fellow-countrymen and to the world, but no one paid any attention. Up till the year 1933 or even 1935, Germany might have been saved from the awful fate which has overtaken her and we might all have been spared the miseries Hitler let loose upon mankind. There never was a war in history easier to prevent by timely action than the one which has just desolated such great areas of the globe. It could have been prevented in my belief without the firing of a single shot, and Germany might be powerful, prosperous and honored to-day; but no one would listen and one by one we were all sucked into the awful whirlpool. We surely must not let that happen again."
Back to the whole preventing war thing then. There are wars that can be prevented, although sometimes preventing them only makes the injuries causing the war worse. You can only delay the inevitable for so long.
"This can only be achieved by reaching now, in 1946, a good understanding on all points with Russia under the general authority of the United Nations Organization and by the maintenance of that good understanding through many peaceful years, by the world instrument, supported by the whole strength of the English-speaking world and all its connections. There is the solution which I respectfully offer to you in this Address to which I have given the title 'The Sinews of Peace.'"
The solution is to make sure Dad and Soviet understand each other? Well that's certainly a solution we can try, although I don't know how effective it'll be. Dad was already pissed about Soviet fucking around in Iran and was prepared to get involved. Still, UN was trying to resolve that situation, so maybe, maybe things would get better.
"Let no man underrate the abiding power of the British Empire and Commonwealth. Because you see the 46 millions in our island harassed about their food supply, of which they only grow one half, even in war-time, or because we have difficulty in restarting our industries and export trade after six years of passionate war effort, do not suppose that we shall not come through these dark years of privation as we have come through the glorious years of agony, or that half a century from now, you will not see 70 or 80 millions of Britons spread about the world, united in defense of our traditions, our way of life, and of the world causes which you and we espouse."
Yeah, the war did hit Britain hard. Still, I think some people would appreciate Britain taking a step back for a while. Lord knows he's fucked and fucked up people's lives more than enough times.
"If the population of the English-speaking Commonwealths be added to that of the United States with all that such co-operation implies in the air, on the sea, all over the globe and in science and in industry, and in moral force, there will be no quivering, precarious balance of power to offer its temptation to ambition or adventure. On the contrary, there will be an overwhelming assurance of security. If we adhere faithfully to the Charter of the United Nations and walk forward in sedate and sober strength seeking no one's land or treasure, seeking to lay no arbitrary control upon the thoughts of men; if all British moral and material forces and convictions are joined with your own in fraternal association, the high-roads of the future will be clear, not only for us but for all, not only for our time, but for a century to come."
That was a bit ironic for him to say, considering what both of our nations have done in the past. But still, this was about the future. Britain can change, and so can we. Hopefully for the better. It seemed like the speech was over now, and I turned to leave. I didn't feel like staying for much longer, even though Dad and DC had to.
The speech contributed to the anxiety Dad and my siblings were feeling. I just hoped that it didn't mean anything too bad. I sighed.
Things were really about to get very complicated, weren't they?
America's POV
Event: Iranian Crisis of 1946-Resolution 3
Location: Westminster Central Hall, London, England, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland
Date: April 4, 1946
I was pissed. It had been months since the deadline and Soviet had yet to pull out of Iran. I had already gotten UN and the rest of the current Security Council, China, France, Dad, Australia, Brazil, Egypt, Mexico, Netherlands, Poland, and, slightly to my surprise, Soviet, to pass a resolution that told them to pursue negotiations.
A resolution that seemed to have done nothing, as we had once again need to pass a resolution addressing this problem. Thankfully, Soviet wasn't here at this meeting, as I'm pretty sure he would be doing his best to slow down the passing of the resolution if he was. I wasn't sure what he was doing to cause him to be absent, but it most likely had something to do with his actions in Iran.
"Resolution of 4 April 1946, obviously, we know the date." UN said as he began reading out what was written in the resolution before we voted on it. UN was interesting. He was nice, but always seemed very nervous. Then again his father, League of Nation, had failed to stop a world war, so he might just be nervous that he would fail at that as well. Still, UN was a very hard worker, even if he did have an annoying habit of calling everyone by their full names.
"The Security Council, taking note of the statements by the Iranian representative that the Iranian appeal to the Council arises from the presence of USSR troops in Iran and their continued presence there beyond the date stipulated for their withdrawal in the Tripartite Treaty of 29 January 1942." UN began.
I had been the first country to withdraw from Iran, followed by Dad. We had started to get worried when Soviet hadn't withdrawal by the date he was supposed to, but I had been alarmed when he expanded his military presence there, and when he had helped set up those two puppet states.
Soviet was after influence, that much has been made clear.
And now I was getting worried over what that influence would mean. I now regret what I had let Soviet get away with at Yalta and Potsdam, but I wasn't looking to provoke a conflict, and for the sake of peace I was willing to let him have what he wanted.
But if Soviet was going to start conflicts because what he had been given wasn't enough for him, I should've just started a fight right there and then we wouldn't be in this mess.
Still, hopefully this pressure from UN would help convince him to back down, although I was willing to help Iran if he didn't.
If only Kennan's telegram had been created earlier. Perhaps things would be different. But now wasn't the time to focus on the past. I had other concerns to deal with.
"Taking note of the replies dated 3 April of the Government of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics and the Iranian Government pursuant to the request of the Secretary-General for information as to the state of the negotiations between the two Governments and as to whether the withdrawal of USSR troops from Iran is conditional upon agreement on other subjects, and in particular taking note of and relying upon the assurances of the USSR Government that the withdrawal of USSR troops from Iran has already commenced; that it is the intention of the USSR Government to proceed with the withdrawal of its troops as rapidly as possible; that the USSR Government expects the withdrawal of all USSR troops from the whole of Iran to be completed within five or six weeks; and that the proposals under negotiation between the Iranian Government and the USSR Government's are not connected with the withdrawal of USSR troops', being solicitous to avoid any possibility of the presence of USSR troops in Iran being used to influence the course of the negotiations between the Governments of Iran and the USSR." UN said.
I sincerely hoped that Soviet would pull out his troops in the time limit, and not try to use them to make any negotiations favorable to him. That would make things much more complicated. Soviet had already created two puppet states in Iran, although neither were personified yet.
Now that I think about it, I hope that everything gets resolved before they are personified. If they do, it would make everything much more complicated.
"Recognizing that the withdrawal of all USSR troops from the whole of Iran cannot be completed in a substantially shorter period of time than that within which the USSR Government has declared it to be its intention to complete such withdrawal." UN said, causing Netherlands to snort.
"Waarom koos hij dan die datum?" (Then why did he set that date?) he muttered, getting a curious look from Brazil.
That was true...still, Soviet needed to withdraw quickly, regardless of the time limit he gave himself. This crisis needed to end quickly. We had just wrapped up the world war last year, and there were still occupied countries, and trials for war criminals, and all that other stuff I had to do.
I hate being a major power so far. All it gave you was too much work. I didn't want to have to deal with Soviet's bullshit.
"Resolves that the Council defer further proceedings on the Iranian appeal until 6 May, at which time the USSR Government and the Iranian Government are requested to report to the Council whether the withdrawal of all USSR troops from the whole of Iran has been completed and at which time the Council shall consider what, if any, further proceedings on the Iranian appeal are required."
I groaned. I didn't want to have to do more things to clear up Soviet's mess. God and I was going to have to do this even more, do stuff like this all the time, since I'm a permanent member of the Security Council.
I was not that prepared to deal with this. Knowing the other countries, this was going to be like dealing with my states, but possibly worse, something I didn't even think was possible.
"Provided, however, that if in the meantime either the USSR Government or the Iranian Government or any member of the Security Council reports to the Secretary-General any developments which may retard or threaten to retard the prompt withdrawal of USSR troops from Iran, in accordance with the assurances of
the USSR to the Council, the Secretary-General shall immediately call to the attention of the Council such reports, which shall be considered as the first item on the agenda." UN finished.
"Let's hope this resolution actually does something this time." France said. UN sighed.
"I hope so. I assume that means you are voting yes?" UN asked. France nodded.
"I will be voting yes as well." Netherlands chimed it. UN nodded.
"I will not be voting." Australia said.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Reasons. You are voting yes I suppose? You were the one who kept pushing for these resolutions." Australia asked. I nodded.
"I am voting yes." I said.
"And so am I." Dad added on. UN nodded.
"Republic of China?" He asked.
"I'm voting yes." She said.
"Federative Republic of Brazil?" UN said, moving onto that next country.
"Yes."
"Republic of Poland?" UN asked. I was curious about what Poland's vote would be. We had agreed to let Soviet have some influence over him, and for Soviet's provisional government to remain. Poland hadn't been happy with us, and since then he had seemed to remain very stressed. He was also very jumpy, although Poland had always kinda been that way.
"I'm voting yes." Poland replied, his hands fidgeting with a pen.
"Kingdom of Egypt?" UN asked my brother, who nodded.
"I am voting yes." He said.
"United Mexican States?" UN asked the last country, who nodded.
"My vote is yes." Mexico said. I sighed, leaning back in my chair. That was good news. Hopefully this would prompt Soviet into more action.
"Alright then. This resolution is adopted with nine votes, Commonwealth of Australia, not voting and Union of Soviet Socialist Republics being absent." UN finished.
"Great. Hopefully that'll convince Soviet to actually do something instead of making us endlessly tell him to resolve the issue." Brazil said.'
"Agreed. I want this issue to be wrapped up, as I have a bunch of other things to do." I said.
"We all have a lot to be doing. Rebuilding after the war is very hard, not that you would understand that much, being so removed from it." Dad commented.
"I know how hard it is to rebuild after a war Dad." I said. I had to do it after my war of independence, and after...that other war. It wasn't fun or easy. Maybe I could do something to help Europe.
That was a plan to focus on later. I had more pressing matters to attend to, and I still needed to keep an eye on this situation and hope it'll get resolved.
Something tells me Soviet and I aren't going to be friends for much longer. Especially with what George Kennan told us.
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