Text Box: David comes from Perth, a historic port on the east coast of Scotland.
He's now an American citizen living in Florida and is one of Ron Paul's many fans.
As well as writing short stories, David plays Scots/Irish fiddle.
          

 

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The Meeting

by David Dempster

Freedom@DempsterConsulting.com

 

Dedicated To Ron Paul, Defender of the Constitution

4th of July 2009

 

 

 

He was suddenly alert, listening for a sound that might have awakened him.  Outside a storm raged, and as a fresh thunderclap burst he relaxed and settled to go back to sleep.

 

Then he heard the knocking.

 

It was most unusual for his man Antonio to disturb him during the night hours.  He quickly threw back the bed sheets, wondering what emergency might await him.

 

When he opened the door it was not Antonio who stood there, but a stranger.  He was drenched from the storm, a puddle of water forming on the sumptuous blue and gold carpet of the hallway.

 

Thomas drew in his breath in alarm.  "Who are you and how came you here?"  He looked to see if the man carried a gun but could see none.

 

The stranger looked at him solemnly.  "Sir, I beg your pardon for my intrusion, but it is most important that I talk with you.  It cannot wait."

 

Thomas looked at the younger man a moment, then stood back and bade him enter his private quarters.  He closed the door and led the way to a pair of armchairs on either side of a fireplace.  A fire blazed to fend off the chill of winter, and Thomas added a log before seating himself opposite his visitor.  He turned up the oil lamp and cast a long gaze at the man who had disturbed his sleep.

 

"Whoever you are, I commend you for your initiative in giving my guards the slip and finding your way into my chamber.  Tell me who you are and what I can do for you."

 

The man introduced himself, and his host frowned in puzzlement.  His name was as unusual as his appearance.

 

"Sir, I have been studying your writings.  There are things I do not understand.  I wish to engage you in dialog so I may understand better."

 

Thomas nodded his assent, and the visitor continued:  "You have written, 'Most bad government results from too much government.'  Surely a strong, powerful government is necessary for maintaining law and order and regulating many aspects of the lives of our citizens."

 

His host tilted back his head a little and looked down his noble nose at the visitor.  "Do you not think a citizen capable of regulating his own life?  Who are you or I to say how a man should spend his days, what dreams he should pursue, how he should order his life, pursue his happiness, and enjoy his wealth?  Those who colonized this land were pioneers.  They came in search of freedom, and it is my intention to keep the land free."

 

His visitor looked unconvinced. 

 

Just then the door opened and in came an elderly man.  He started in alarm when he saw the visitor.

 

"Everything is fine, Antonio," said Thomas.  "You may go back to bed."

 

The man gave the visitor a puzzled look, then made a half bow and left the room.

 

The visitor nodded his thanks and went on to his next subject.

 

"You wrote, sir, 'Democracy will cease to exist when you take away from those who are willing to work and give to those who would not.'  Surely as men of compassion we must care for those in our community who are less fortunate than the wealthy among us.  When you see a beggar in the street, how can you know that he was not the victim of circumstance rather than an idler who would not work?"

 

Thomas Jefferson looked the man in the eye.  "Throughout the ages, man has faced challenges posed by a harsh environment, as well as by his interactions with other men.  By facing his challenges he has risen to greater heights--heights of physical endurance, of industry, of invention, of social organization, of art.  His reward for his dogged persistence is to enjoy the fruits of his labor.  Interfere with that, take away his fruits to give to another who has not applied himself, and you strike a blow at a man's drive to succeed.  By all means encourage a man to be compassionate to his fellows, but I will not coerce him so to do."

 

His visitor's frown deepened.

 

"You write 'No free man shall ever be debarred the use of arms.'  I believe this is being misunderstood.  You must mean surely that he should be allowed to bear arms as part of an army under your command.  I cannot believe you would want the streets to be full of gun-slinging madmen wreaking destruction."

 

Jefferson picked up his pipe from a side table.  "Young man," he said while he busied himself with tobacco and taper, "you should worry more about the danger of an overbearing government than about a crazy man in the street.  If a single man becomes a tyrant, he will be stopped by his peers provided we have not wrested their arms from them leaving them defenseless.  But what if a government becomes tyrannical, wielding the might of its army against its own citizens?  Have you not seen the brutality of government in the history of France and of Spain? The strongest reason for the people to retain the right to keep and bear arms is, as a last resort, to protect themselves against tyranny in government."

 

"But you cannot mean that you want the common man to rise up and overthrow your government?"

 

A log burning in the grate settled with a flurry of sparks as the men debated back and forth.  Jefferson was happy to talk with his visitor, following his lifelong custom of speaking the truth wherever he would be heard.  But looking into his visitor's eyes, he did not see much possibility of seriously changing the man's views.

 

"I have one last question sir.  You wrote 'It is incumbent on every generation to pay its own debts as it goes.'  This is all very well in times of prosperity and peace, but there must be times when a government must borrow to cover the cost of handling an emergency, such as a war or a famine or an economic trouble.  After all," he said with a smile, "it's not as if a whole country has to handle financial matters in the same careful way as an individual man.  With a country it's different."

 

Jefferson felt a surge of anger.  He stilled himself before responding.  "A government has the ability to create money by minting more coin and printing more paper.  But the result is devaluation and eventual debasement of the currency.  A government can engage in great borrowing, building up a debt which may be too great to be repaid and is passed on to the next generation.  It is tempting to resort to these measures in times of trouble.  But it is highly unwise and has consequences beyond what is envisioned."

 

The president stood and led the man to a large globe standing in the corner of the study.  He pointed out the locations of various wars which had occurred in recent years.  "Every generation should pay its own debts as it goes.  If this principle were acted on it would save one-half the wars of the world."

 

"But sir, there must be times when the government is right to go into debt.  Imagine if one of our national corporations were in danger of going under, would you not borrow money to keep it afloat?  Think of all the hardship there would be if the Hudson's Bay Company were to go bankrupt.  Thousands of people would lose their livelihood and the whole country would want for furs and pelts.  Surely you would intervene to prevent this."

 

Jefferson stared at the man, dumbfounded.

 

"Listen to me," said the great man, leaning forward and fixing his visitor with intense gaze.  "I see you are a man of good intent.  You want to help your fellows.  But you have very wrong-headed ideas about how to do so.  I suggest you ask yourself where these ideas have come from.  Sometimes we pick up false ideas from things we hear and read and these ideas get lodged in our minds and prevent us from thinking clearly.  False ideas are put about by people with vested interests who seek to influence for their own benefit rather than the general good.  See if you can spot where these notions came from and you may be able to free yourself from them.  I do not want to force you to adopt my views instead of some other man's, but it is my experience that speaking the truth can create a freedom in those who hear it by awakening in a man his own native ability to perceive and reason clearly."

 

The fire had burned down to a red glow.  Both men fell silent, feeling the conversation had run its course.

 

"Mr President," said the visitor, "I thank you for your time and your wisdom.  I can assure you that the work you have done in founding our nation will be remembered for centuries to come."  With that, he shook the president's hand and turned to go.  His host somehow did not see anything strange in the way the man seemed to dissolve as he moved away, rendering it unnecessary to open the door for him or arrange for escort from the mansion.

 

Thomas Jefferson picked up his pipe and stood by the fire, pondering the strange encounter.  He tried to look into the future, tried to envision how the Constitution would stand the test of time as it was challenged by individuals with different ideas.

 

The door opened quietly and Antonio's head appeared, a worried expression on his face.

 

"Come in Antonio and sit with me a while.  My visitor has left."

 

The two men sat down, Antonio taking the seat recently vacated by the stranger.  As the storm thundered above the White House, Jefferson told Antonio about the man and their conversation.  "He seemed remarkably well educated, but he had the strangest collection of mixed-up ideas you ever heard.  This is what I worry about--men who think government needs to meddle in every part of a man's life.  Frankly I don't know what to do about it, except to keep on speaking and writing the truths I see and hope there will always be good men with the vigor and courage to defend our ideal of freedom."

 

"Well sir, all I can say is, it's a good thing you're the president and not he."

 

Jefferson puffed at his pipe.  "You know, he had the most curious name."

 

"What was his name sir?"

 

At that moment a thunderclap drowned out the President's response.

 

The two men chatted for a while and then Antonio left.  Thomas Jefferson walked through the connecting door into his chamber and climbed back into bed.

 

His visitor was also pondering their meeting.  As it happened, he was in that same identical spot, in the same room and lying in the same bed, separated from his host by no distance but by two centuries of time.

 

"Darling, have you been having one of your dreams?" his wife asked.

 

"Hmm?  Yes, I suppose I have.  A strange and vivid dream."  As the storm continued to rage outside, he told her about his meeting with the great man.

 

"Well, see if you can get back to sleep, OK?  Busy day tomorrow."

 

Michelle Obama turned over and left her husband wondering if his latest trillion-dollar spending plan was perhaps a little more than was strictly necessary.

 

THE END

 

(c) 2009 David Dempster.   Freedom@DempsterConsulting.com

This short story may be freely distributed in full provided the author's name and email address and this copyright notice are included.

 

 

Footnotes

 

Quotes of Thomas Jefferson are shown above in bold type.

 

When President John F. Kennedy welcomed forty-nine Nobel Prize winners to the White House in 1962 he said, "I think this is the most extraordinary collection of talent and of human knowledge that has ever been gathered together at the White House--with the possible exception of when Thomas Jefferson dined alone."