This past Monday, was the 207th anniversary of the duel between Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr at the cliffs under Weehawken. Hamilton, of course, was fatally wounded, and lingered in agony, before dying the next day in Manhattan.
What always strikes me about the event, was that at the time of the confrontation, Burr was Vice-President of the United States.
“Mr. Vice-President — is that a pistol in your hand?”
“Yes.”
“Where are you going?”
“To have a duel with Alexander Hamilton.”
Likwise, how does anyone let Hamilton have a duel with the Vice-President?
WTF?!
Burr never stood trial, and though he remained Vice-President, his political career was over.
Hamilton is a hero of mine. Rising from an illegitimate birth in the West Indies, and orphaned by 13, he so impressed the locals, they banded together to pay for his voyage to North America, so that he could continue his studies. After being rebuffed by the toffs at Princeton, (for asking to complete his studies at an accelerated pace), he graduated from King’s College (now Columbia). Through his work and brilliance, he rose to Lieutanant Colonel in the Continental Army, and and chief-of-staff to George Washington, all by his mid 20’s.
Hamilton served as the nation’s first Secretary of the Treasury, and came up with the plan for the federal government to assume the debt of the states, that was accumulated during the war.
In a foreshadowing of current debate, Jefferson, a smart guy, but no Hamilton (or John Adams), opposed the United States taking on the debt. Hamilton prevailed, after agreeing to Jefferson’s demand that the permanent capital of the U.S. be on the Potomac.
He was a lawyer, and founder of the Bank of New York. He also served in the New York State Legislature and Continental Congress. A New Yorker through and through, his grave is in the churchyard of Trinity Church, steps from Wall Street.