Showing posts with label Propaganda. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Propaganda. Show all posts

Sunday, February 1, 2009

You Gotta Sing When The Spirit Says Sing!

“Sung by both soldiers and by those who stayed behind, it was the songs that truly expressed the emotions, fired the patriotism, and filled the emptiness felt by leaving loved ones at home and facing death at every turn.”[i]

Creative Northerners vented their angst toward the Raiders by substituting John Morgan’s name for Jefferson Davis’ in a popular song of the day.

“Morgan's raiders were so feared that a song was frequently sung with the verse, ‘Hang John Morgan from a sour apple tree’."[ii]

The popular song , “John Brown’s Body,” was possibly based on an old Methodist hymn entitled, “Say, Brothers, Will You Meet Us On The Way?” As “John Brown’s Body” was a favorite Union marching song, countless verses developed over the years, including but not limited to:

John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave,
John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave,
John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave,
His soul is marching on.

The stars above in Heaven are a-lookin' kindly down,…

He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord,…

John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back,…

His pet lambs will meet him on the way,…

They will hang Jeff Davis to a sour apple tree,…

Now, three rousing cheers for the Union Army,…


These verses were united by a chorus which is quite similar to that of “The Battle Hymn of the Republic”:

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His soul is marching on.

Not to be out sung by Yankees, Morgan’s Men wrote a ballad extolling their leader and his deeds.



This banner used by the 2nd Kentucky Cavalry, CSA hangs in the War Memorial Museum of Mid America in Bardstown. Note Morgan’s likeness below the banner.

“John came in excellent style, to be sure,

With banner and brand came he;

His clattering hoofs made a terrible roar,

And his cannon numbering three.

The Hoosiers were scared, so entered the race,

What a rowdyish set were they;

And the Buckeyes mounted to join in the chase,

As Johnny galloped their way.

Ho! gather your flocks and sound the alarm

For the Partisan Rangers have come;

Bold knights of the road, they scour each farm

And scamper at tap of the drum.

How are you, Telegraph?” [iii]



Pvt. George A. "Lightning" EllsworthTelegrapher, 2nd Kentucky Cavalry


The last lines of the above song refer to Private George “Lightning” Ellsworth who would tap telegraph lines “and, pretending to be a Union telegrapher, send several messages giving different headings for the raiders and false reports of the size of Morgan's force — sometimes reporting it as high as 7,000 men. Ellsworth did this throughout the journey, especially in Indiana”[iv]

““The American propensity for musical self-expression reached its highest fulfillment during the terrible years of the Civil War. People on both sides of the battle lines placed great reliance on the songs, finding them a source of strength, courage, solace, hope, much-needed laughter, and a general escape valve for the unbearable tensions of their lives at a time of fratricidal slaughter.”[v]

It is important to bear in mind that song was a powerful propaganda tool at this time period. This was a time when not every American citizen had access to an education, much less a newspaper. Song, a popular form of entertainment, was much more likely to be heard and understood.

“In this way, music provides a weapon of social change which can be used to achieve specific goals because the lyrics, together with the melody and rhythms, take on different and more significant meanings than those that appear on the surface.”[vi]

That many Civil War songs are still familiar today speaks to their power to stir emotions within both the singer and the listening audience.

“America’s war songs and sea songs have played their part as incentives to patriotism, to enlistment in the ranks, to valor in the field and on the sea, and have served to inspire and cheer the fighting forces of the Republic. No country, as history proves, can afford to ignore the patriotic force capable of being brought into play through the power of music.”[vii]

Endnotes
[i] “The Songs of the Civil War,” http://www.lonehand.com/civil_war_music.htm .
[ii] Wudarczyk, James. “Confederates in Pittsburgh,” The Lawrenceville Historical Society
[iii] Collins, W. and Work, G. W. “How Are You, Telegraph?”
[iv] Mosgrove, George Dallas, "Following Morgan's Plume in Indiana and Ohio," Southern Historical Society Papers, Vol. XXXV. January-December, 1907.
[v] Lawrence, Vera Brodsky. “Music for Patriots, Politicians, and Presidents.” p. 341
[vi] Wells, K. A. “Music as War Propaganda,” parlorsongs.com http://parlorsongs.com/issues/2004-4/thismonth/feature.asp .
[vii] Wells, K. A. “Music as War Propaganda,” parlorsongs.com http://parlorsongs.com/issues/2004-4/thismonth/feature.asp .

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Propaganda Proliferation

Being a shrewd and up-to-the-minute warrior, John Hunt Morgan knew the benefits of positive public relations. Utilizing both the press and broadside advertising, Morgan delivered the Confederate message to the people of the Commonwealth.

“AROUSE, KENTUCKIANS! Let the old men of Kentucky, and our noble-hearted women, arms their sons and their lovers for the fight! Better death in our sacred cause than a life of slavery!”
~ Broadside circulated by Morgan’s Men as they reached the Kentucky, August 22, 1862


In selecting the words, “Arouse, Kentuckians,” Morgan may have been referencing a Southern war poem “By Kentucky” which began,

“Arouse, Kentuckians, or my heart will break!”[i]

Morgan’s broadside was followed by a proclamation issued by Major General Edmond Kirby Smith who sought to mobilize the civilian population in support of the Confederacy:

“Kentuckians: The Army of the Confederate States has again entered your territory under my command.

Let no one make you believe we come as invaders, to coerce your will, or to
exercise control over your soil. Far from it. The principle we maintain is, that
Government derives it just power from the consent of the Governed.

I shall enforce the strictest discipline in order that the property of citizens & noncombatants may be protected. I shall be compelled to procure subsistence for my troops among you, and this shall be paid for.

Kentuckians: We come not as invaders, but liberators. We invoke the spirit of your resolutions of 1798. We come to arouse you from the lethargy which enshrouds your free thought and forebodes the political death of your state.

We come to test the truth of what we believe to be a foul aspersion, that
Kentuckians willingly join the attempt to subjugate and to deprive us of our property, our liberty and our dearest rights.

We come to strike off the chains which are riveted upon you. We call upon you to unite your arms & join with us in hurling back from our fair & sunny plains the Northern hordes who would deprive us of our liberty, that they may enjoy our substance.

Are we deceived? Can you treat us as enemies? Our hearts answer no”


While such language sounds over romanticized to our ears, it is important to note that poetry and folk ballads were primary means of spreading propaganda during the Civil War. Southern newspapers often published poetry as a form of patriotic propaganda. The author of the following “call to arms” poem was merely identified as “Boone” which was likely a pseudonym.

Kentucky Required to Yield Her Arms

Ho! will the despot trifle,
In dwellings of the free;
Kentuckians yield the rifle,
Kentuckians bend the knee!
With dastard fear of danger,
And trembling at the strife;
Kentucky, to the stranger,
Yield liberty for life!
Up! up! each gallant ranger,
With rifle and with knife!

The bastard and the traitor,
The wolfcub and the snake,
The robber, swindler, hater,
Are in your homes--awake!
Nor let the cunning foeman
Despoil your liberty;
Yield weapon up to no man,
While ye can strike and see,
Awake, each gallant yeoman,
If still ye would be free!

Aye, see to sight the rifle,
And smite with spear and knife,
Let no base cunning stifle
Each lesson of your life:
How won your gallant sires
The country which ye keep?
By soul, which still inspires
The soil on which ye weep!
Leap up! their spirit fires,
And rouse ye from your sleep!

"What!" cry the sires so famous,
In Orleans' ancient field,
"Will ye, our children, shame us,
And to the despot yield?
What! each brave lesson stifle
We left to give you life?
Let apish despots trifle
With home and child and wife?
And yield, O shame! the rifle,
And sheathe, O shame! the knife?"
[ii]

Kentuckian J. R. Barrick personified the Commonwealth as a grieving war mother desperate for a champion to redeem her honor. Barrick also was most likely a pseudonym, possibly of a Confederate officer or West Point cadet who sought a witty nom de plume. Whether the selection of a pen name was made in modesty or for reasons of personal safety remains a mystery.

Kentucky, She Is Sold

A tear for "the dark and bloody ground,"
For the land of hills and caves;
Her Kentons, Boones, and her Shelbys sleep
Where the vandals tread their graves;
A sigh for the loss of her honored fame,
Dear won in the days of old;
Her ship is manned by a foreign crew,
For Kentucky, she is sold.

The bones of her sons lie bleaching on
The plains of Tippecanoe,
On the field of Raisin her blood was shed,
As free as the summer's dew;
In Mexico her McRee and Clay
Were first of the brave and bold--
A change has been in her bosom wrought,
For Kentucky, she is sold.

Pride of the free, was that noble State,
And her banner still were so,
Had the iron heel of the despot not
Her prowess sunk so low;
Her valleys once were the freeman's home,
Her valor unbought with gold,
But now the pride of her life is fled,
For Kentucky, she is sold.

Her brave would once have scorned to wear
The yoke that crushes her now,
And the tyrant grasp, and the vandal tread,
Would sullen have made her brow;
Her spirit yet will be wakened up,
And her saddened fate be told,
Her gallant sons to the world yet prove
That Kentucky is not sold.
[iii]


Southern war poetry gave full reign to emotions of fear, hatred, sympathy, patriotism, and consumerism.

The Cotton-Burners' Hymn.

"On yesterday, all the cotton in Memphis, and throughout the country,
was burned. Probably not less than 300,000 bales have been burned in the
last three days, in West Tennessee and North Mississippi."
--Memphis Appeal.

I.

Lo! where Mississippi rolls
Oceanward its stream,
Upward mounting, folds on folds,
Flaming fire-tongues gleam;
'Tis the planters' grand oblation
On the altar of the nation;
'Tis a willing sacrifice--
Let the golden incense rise--
Pile the Cotton to the skies!
CHORUS--Lo! the sacrificial flame
Gilds the starry dome of night!
Nations! read the mute acclaim--
'Tis for liberty we fight!
Homes! Religion! Right!

II.

Never such a golden light
Lit the vaulted sky;
Never sacrifice as bright,
Rose to God on high:
Thousands oxen, what were they
To the offering we pay?
And the brilliant holocaust--
When the revolution's past--
In the nation's songs will last!
CHORUS-Lo! the sacrificial flame, etc.

III.

Though the night be dark above,
Broken though the shield--
Those who love us, those we love,
Bid us never yield:
Never! though our bravest bleed,
And the vultures on them feed;
Never! though the Serpents' race--
Hissing hate and vile disgrace--
By the million should menace!
CHORUS-Lo! the sacrificial flame, etc.

IV.

Pile the Cotton to the skies;
Lo! the Northmen gaze;
England! see our sacrifice--
See the Cotton blaze!
God of nations! now to Thee,
Southrons bend th' imploring knee;
'Tis our country's hour of need--
Hear the mothers intercede--
Hear the little children plead!
CHORUS-Lo! the sacrificial flame, etc.
[iv]

Propaganda was not limited to use on the home front. In an effort to affect opinion abroad, the Confederate leadership employed the skills of European writers. The most influential of these writers may have been Swiss- born Henry Hotze. Hotze produced a weekly journal entitled “The Index,” which promoted the Confederate cause. While “The Index” had a small circulation of about 2,000 copies, its readership extended throughout England, Ireland, and France. It is known that members of the British government read “The Index” and that smuggled copies were found in Northern states.[v] Regardless of the reach of the message, the Confederate pens could not sway Europeans to lift their swords.

ENDNOTES
[i] Ellinger, Esther Parker. “ The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War,” 1918
[ii] Wharton, Henry Marvin. “ War Songs and Poems of the Southern Confederacy, 1861 -1865,” 1904
[iii] Simms, William Gilmore. “War Poetry of the South” 1867
[iv] Wharton, Henry Marvin. “ War Songs and Poems of the Southern Confederacy, 1861 -1865,” 1904
[v] Oates, Stephen B. "Henry Hotze: Confederate Agent Abroad." Historian 27,February 1965, pages 131-54.