The subtitle of Fred Kaplan’s latest book, “John Quincy Adams: American Visionary” is working overtime to celebrate the diplomat, senator, secretary of State, president and member of the House whose long career yielded little that we remember today. What’s a biographer to do but emphasize the farsightedness?
John Quincy Adams was more or less on the right side of the big questions. He also tended to be on the losing side. Because his 80 years from 1767 to 1848 spanned the American Revolution and the approach of the Civil War, the questions were big indeed: How to give the new republic a foothold, adhere to a Constitution tested by those sworn to uphold it and expand the Constitution to new citizens in new territory, save the Union and deal with what Adams called “the pestilence of exotic slavery.”
A “more or less” qualification is deserved. Adams hated slavery but thought mixing races to be a breach of natural law. “Miscegenation, though, was a step too far,” Kaplan writes. Adams’ revulsion at mulatto children in the South may have been about mixing races as well as a slave owners’ abuse of slave women. He abhorred government treatment of Creek and Cherokees, but could justify Puritans taking land from American Indians for agriculture.
The vision included federal support for a transportation system, education and scientific research, and a well-funded military. “From the day of the Peace of Ghent [in 1814] and the final provision made for the extinction of the national debt, internal improvement was at once my conscience and my treasure. It was at once the divine law of our nature, and the inexhaustible mine of our treasure,” he wrote.
The country eventually came to agree — before it still later came to disagree.
Kaplan retells a life that would astonish in the 21st century. Even by 18th and 19th century standards, Adams was one of a kind. He heard the cannon fire at Bunker Hill, travelled to Russia as a 14-year-old and returned as the U.S. minister, represented the United States in London, Berlin and the Hague, negotiated the end of the War of 1812 and helped formulate the Monroe Doctrine. As a young man, he talked history and politics with Thomas Jefferson. As an old man, he sat in the House with Abraham Lincoln.
But, boy, was he a miserable sod. Although they were one of the great families of American history, the Adamses did industrial strength nagging. John and Abigail nagged their children. John Quincy continued the tradition with his offspring. Drinking, gambling and suicide plagued a family in which the children usually failed to live up to the parents’ expectations.
John Quincy’s marriage to Louisa Catherine Johnson began with the bankruptcy of the bride’s father, endured many miscarriages –— six by my count — and difficult births, and long absences between husband and wife, and between parents and children. Letters and diaries talk of love and affection, but the words don’t always convince. “At their best moments, he and Louisa were a happy match,” Kaplan writes, somewhat apologetically.
Former Sen. Scott Brown, R-Mass., candidate for U.S. Senate in New Hampshire, holds his hand over his heart during the singing of the national anthem as he waits to take the stage for his town hall campaign rally with Sen. John McCain at the Pinkerton Academy in Derry, N.H., on Monday, Aug. 18, 2014.