September 24, 2018
I am sitting in the St. Louis Lambert International Airport waiting for my plane, which is delayed three hours, to depart. I wonder if Charles Lindbergh had a delay. I visited the Gateway Arch National Park in downtown St. Louis, which celebrates America’s push westward, and the building of the Gateway Arch itself. St. Louis is a city founded on fur trading between the Osage Indians and American settlers and pioneers. Ironically, it was built on free trade with no tariffs between the natives and the immigrants (us.) We received pelts, and they got guns, metals, and more. Everyone was a winner. Free trade made America great.
The Gateway Arch itself is a testament to American engineering and ingenuity even though it was designed by a Finnish immigrant, Eero Saarinen.
St. Louis is also the home of our 18th President, Ulysses S. Grant. I am half way through Ron Chernow’s book, but there seems to be no end in sight. Grant is a fascinating and somewhat misunderstood character. He came from a Midwest family of modest means, which often put him at odds with northeastern elites. He went to West Point, toiled in the military for years, and, eventually, after a series of stunning military victories, engineered the North’s victory over the South in the Civil War. He was a true war hero. He fought on the frontlines, accomplished much militarily, and bragged little. His men loved him. He was a quiet man with a courageous heart. He was an ardent abolitionist, and stood up for freed blacks against the Ku Klux Klan. He made sure that emancipation was not just something on a piece of paper.
He established Yellowstone as the first National Park, which is arguably the first step in the conservation movement.
In many ways, he was the classic American hero. He was brave and humble. He was loyal to a fault. He was inscrutability honest, and defended the weak. He was a dedicated family man. Why can’t we have one of those?