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James L. SwansonA modern alternative to SparkNotes and CliffsNotes, SuperSummary offers high-quality Study Guides with detailed chapter summaries and analysis of major themes, characters, and more. For select classroom titles, we also provide Teaching Guides with discussion and quiz questions to prompt student engagement.
The preface brings us up to speed with the subject of the story, explaining that the Civil War, which lasted from 1861 to 1865, was a bloody conflict over the Southern states’ secession to preserve their right to perpetuate the institution of slavery. Swanson notes that the war cost over 600,000 lives before Confederate General Robert E. Lee formally surrendered to US General Ulysses S. Grant at Appomattox Courthouse. Despite the surrender, some armies not directly under Lee’s control continued to fight; moreover, discontented spies and sympathizers, concealed in the nation’s capital, still sought the opportunity to strike a blow for the Confederacy.
The Prologue illustrates an eerie coincidence on March 4, 1865, the day of Lincoln’s second presidential inauguration, which took place before the recently completed Capitol. The photographer, Alexander Gardner, took photos of the event, which captured not only President Lincoln and other prominent politicians, but also an array of spectators. Among the crowd, Lincoln’s eventual assassin, John Wilkes Booth, can distinctly be seen alone on a balcony. Lincoln’s inauguration speech that day was just 701 words, and touched on the importance of healing and reconciliation.
On April 3, 1865, Richmond, Virginia fell to the North, spelling effective victory. Swanson explains that just a few days later, John Wilkes Booth was found at a bar in New York City, making bold pronouncements about his desire to kill the President. He lamented not killing Lincoln at the inauguration. Booth soon returned to Washington, arriving only to learn of the fall of Richmond.
On April 10, Lincoln made an impromptu statement on Lee’s surrender to a crowd from a White House window. A free black dressmaker, Elizabeth Keckley, remarked upon the ease with which a killer could take advantage of Lincoln’s exposure. Chillingly, it turns out that Booth was in that very crowd and, according to legend, told his compatriot, Lewis Powell, “That is the last speech he will ever give.”
The narrative begins the day after Washington celebrated the official end of the war. The chapter begins on Good Friday, April 14, 1865. Swanson begins with a discussion of John Wilkes Booth himself. Booth, Swanson reports, is a 26-year-old actor, notable for his vanity and attractive, intense appearance. He comes from a renowned acting family, but his delusions of Confederate heroism outweigh his commitment to his promising acting career.
Booth is an actor at Ford’s Theater. As it turns out, a letter has been delivered to the theater on April 14 from Mary Todd Lincoln, the President’s wife, announcing that the Lincolns will be attending the theater that night. They are planning to attend a comedy, Our American Cousin, in the company of Union General Ulysses S. Grant. The owners of the theater are tasked with creating a special box for the President’s party. Booth has never acted in this play, but knows it by heart. He also knows the theater thoroughly. Therefore, by a bizarre string of coincidences, Lincoln is seemingly delivered into his hands. By the time Booth learns of the Lincolns’ plans, just eight hours remain before the play.
Booth’s certainty that the Lincolns will be at Ford Theater is further confirmed when he encounters the theater’s owner, Henry Ford, carrying some borrowed American flags on the street. He also conducts what Swanson considers the strangest act of this fateful day. He visits Kirkwood House, at that time the residence of Vice President Andrew Johnson. There he leaves an enigmatic letter that says, “Don’t wish to disturb you. Are you at home? J. Wilkes Booth.” Then he goes to a nearby boarding house to visit Mary Surratt, mother of Confederate agent John Surratt. She is returning to her tavern in Surrattsville, Maryland, and Booth gives her a package to take with her. He also lets her know he will be at her tavern that night, and that her tavern keeper, John Lloyd, should have the package ready as well as other supplies and weapons previously stored there by Booth.
Swanson notes Booth’s curious choice of gun—a single shot, .44 caliber Deringer. Obviously, this only gives Booth one shot, but the gun is easily concealed and fires a large, deadly round. It is possible, Swanson tells us, that as an actor Booth prefers the drama of the single shot to an attack with a revolver. He also carries a backup weapon—a large, sharp bowie knife.
At 8:00 p.m., Booth has a meeting with a group of fellow conspirators at Herndon House Hotel. This group had actually planned a previous attack on Lincoln in the form of a kidnapping. The group, which includes John Harrison Surratt, Lewis Powell, David Herold, and George Atzerodt, prepared a plan in early 1865 to ambush Lincoln’s carriage on its way to the Executive Mansion under the guise of highwaymen, but the plan was never executed.
Swanson notes how lax presidential security was, despite the fact that the nation was at war. For example, anyone could simply walk into the Executive Mansion without being searched. Booth and his allies hoped to take advantage of this vulnerability to throw the nation into chaos and reignite the rebellion. In addition to assassinating the President, the conspirators also intended to kill Andrew Johnson and Secretary of State William Seward. Atzerodt would kill Johnson, and William Powell would kill Seward, who was at home bed-ridden after a carriage accident. Atzerodt will simply get a room in Johnson’s hotel and kill him in the doorway at the appointed time. Powell, a former soldier, will be guided by Herold to Seward’s house and barge in to make his attack. Atzerodt balked at his assignment, but Booth threatened to implicate him in the conspiracy anyway if he did not carry it through.
The play began at 8:00 p.m., while the conspirators were meeting and while the Lincolns were still at the Mansion. The play began without them, but they soon arrived, along with Henry Rathbone and Clara Harris.
The author reports that he believes that Booth saw the Lincolns’ carriage arriving at the theater. At 9:00 p.m., Booth entered to check on the status of the play. After a while he returned and made sure that his escape path through the back of the theater from the Lincolns’ box would be clear. The best route would be to use the pathway under the stage. He left again and went to a tavern, where he had some drinks to calm himself. He asked a theater employee, John Peanut, to hold his horse.
Returning for his attack, Booth reached the box by the same route taken by the Lincolns. He encountered no guard except for Lincoln’s servant, Charles Forbes. He somehow convinced Forbes to let him enter. Swanson notes that Booth was actually enough of a celebrity to enter almost any door in Washington.
Once inside, Booth allowed his eyes adjust to the darkness. He awaited his chosen moment in terms of the play, when the actor Harry Hawk would be alone onstage delivering lines which Booth knew would provoke noisy laughter. Booth could see that Lincoln was near him, with Major Rathbone and Miss Harris sitting further away.
The moment arrived, just after 10:13 p.m., when Hawk recited the silly line, “You sockdologizing old mantrap.” That line was Booth’s cue, and he fired the Deringer into the back of Lincoln’s head. Lincoln was in impeccable health, and perhaps could have survived a less mortal shot; however, Booth’s bullet hit Lincoln just behind the ear and entered the head, making survival nearly impossible. The bullet wound up behind his right eye, lodged in his head.
The gunshot caused confusion in the theater, but most did not know what to make of the sound. Naturally, many imagined that the noise and smoke were a part of the play. Major Rathbone turned and saw Booth and Lincoln. He rose, but immediately Booth attacked with his bowie knife, gashing Rathbone’s arm. However, Booth was aware that he needed to take advantage of the moment and make his escape. As most know, he climbed out of the box and jumped to the stage. Rathbone managed to grab his coat and throw him off balance so that Booth injured his left ankle upon landing. Turning to the audience, he uttered the words, previously made the motto of the state of Virginia, “Sic semper tyrannis!” (Thus always to tyrants). Then, “The South is avenged.”
Hawk, who stood in Booth’s path, fled in terror and confusion. Clara Harris and Major Rathbone shouted out that someone should stop Booth, but he made his way past the startled cast and orchestra.
After reading the preface, prologue, and first two chapters, we can see that this is a bare-bones, yet high-quality account of John Wilkes Booth’s assassination of President Abraham Lincoln. Swanson clearly delineates the cast of characters and their roles in the assassination and the attack on William Seward. Though there is not necessarily anything new in this book, readers will likely appreciate Swanson’s concision. Many will also admire his sober, non-romantic account of the players and events. Those involved are dealt with as human beings, rather than as heroes and villains. Naturally, Swanson is admiring of Lincoln, but the account provided here is intended for realism and accuracy above all else. For example, Swanson is willing to note the tragicomic fact that Lincoln is killed during a tawdry comedy.
Swanson seems particularly fascinated by the relationship between Booth’s career and his deed. Given that Lincoln was so vulnerable due to poor security, it is surprising that no one else attempted to kill him. Perhaps that attests to the insanity or delusional personality required for the deed. Booth, a vain man attuned to imagining himself on the stage, placed himself on the biggest stage imaginable, the stage of history, with his attack on Lincoln. However, there is no mistaking that this was a purposeless and purely tragic event perpetrated by a misguided rabble of malcontents.
By James L. Swanson