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THE TRIAL
Lincoln×Moses
The Emancipator and the Lawgiver reckon with what lies beyond their death—and ours.
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Abraham Lincoln
1809–1865
Starts with a joke. Ends you.
Vera speaking
You're with Reborn Radio. Coming up: Abraham Lincoln sits down with Moses for THE TRIAL. The subject — On what they hope comes after, and what they fear comes after.
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Moses
~13th c. BCE
Has seen what your committee cannot
full transcript
- VeraYou're with Reborn Radio. Coming up: Abraham Lincoln sits down with Moses for THE TRIAL. The subject — On what they hope comes after, and what they fear comes after.
- Abraham LincolnYou know, Moses, I once heard a fellow say he wasn't afraid of dying—he just didn't want to be there when it happened. Got a good laugh. But here we are, both of us long past that appointment, and I confess I'm still turning the question over: what did I hope would come after? What did I fear?
- MosesYou jest. But the question is no jest. I stood on Nebo and looked into the land I would not enter. The Lord showed me what would come after my death—not for me, but for the people. That is the only 'after' that mattered.
- Abraham LincolnWell now, that's a difference between us right there. I spent considerable time worrying about the Union—whether it would hold, whether the freed people would find real liberty. But I confess I also wondered about my own soul. What becomes of a man who's sent so many others to their graves?
- MosesYou speak as though you decided their deaths alone. Did you stand with sword in hand? I killed the Egyptian with my own hands. I saw the firstborn of Egypt struck down at the Lord's command. The earth opened and swallowed Korah and his company at my word.
- Abraham LincolnBut you had—well, you had your authority direct from the Almighty, or so you believed. I had only the Constitution and my own judgment, such as it was. Many a night I wondered if I was right. If the war was just. If I'd be judged harshly for all that blood.
- MosesAuthority from the Almighty brings no comfort. It brings only weight. Do you imagine I did not question? I argued with God Himself at the burning bush. I begged Him to send another. Even with His voice in my ears, I feared I had led the people wrongly.
- Abraham LincolnThen you understand. What did you hope would come after your death? For yourself, I mean, not just for Israel.
- MosesI hoped... I hoped to have been faithful. That is all. The Lord buried me in the valley and no man knows my sepulcher. There would be no shrine, no idolatry. I hoped my work would stand without me. I hoped the Law would endure.
- Abraham LincolnThe work standing without you—yes, that's the thing. I hoped the amendments would hold. That the slaves truly would stay free, that we wouldn't just slide back into some new form of bondage. I feared we would. I feared men would find clever ways around what we'd written in law.
- MosesAnd they did. As my people found ways around the Law. As every generation finds ways around the words of its fathers. You cannot write freedom into being, Lincoln. You can only point toward it and hope the people walk that direction.
- Abraham LincolnPoint toward it—yes, that's well said. Though I did hope the pointing would be backed by federal law and bayonets if need be. But for myself, after death? I told my wife Mary more than once I didn't know what I believed about the hereafter. The preachers all had their certainties, but I never could manage them.
- MosesYou feared there was nothing?
- Abraham LincolnI feared there was nothing and I feared there was something. If nothing, then what was the point of all the struggle, all the sorrow? If something, well—what manner of Judge awaits a man who presided over six hundred thousand dead?
- MosesSix hundred thousand. Yes. The number is a weight. But you did not kill them for your own glory. You did not kill them for gold or land for yourself. I have seen men who did. I have seen Pharaoh.
- Abraham LincolnNo, but I killed them all the same, or ordered the killing. Or continued the war when I might have stopped it. That's the question that haunted me then and I suppose haunts me still, in whatever this is we're doing now. Could I have stopped it sooner? Was I too slow to act, or too quick?
- MosesYou were slow. I watched you. The captives cried out and you waited. You calculated. You weighed politics against righteousness. I know this hesitation—I fled to Midian for forty years before I returned to Egypt. But the Lord does not always honor our timing.
- Abraham LincolnThat's a fair criticism and one I heard plenty of in my time. Frederick Douglass said as much to my face. But I had to preserve the Union first or there'd be no freedom worth having. You ever feel that? That you had to do the smaller wrong to prevent the larger?
- MosesThe law I brought down from Sinai permitted slavery. It regulated it, set terms for it, but permitted it. Do you think I did not see the contradiction? But the people were not ready for more. They had just come out of bondage themselves and already they wanted the flesh-pots of Egypt.
- Abraham LincolnSo you compromised.
- MosesI gave them what they could bear. And I hoped that in generations to come they would grow beyond it. I feared they would not.
- Abraham LincolnAnd did they? Grow beyond it?
- MosesSome did. Many did not. The prophets who came after me cried out against oppression, against those who ground the faces of the poor. But the Law remained, both liberation and limitation. What did you fear would come after your death, Lincoln? Truly?
- Abraham LincolnI feared the hatred wouldn't die. That it would fester in the South, and calcify in the North into self-righteousness. I feared we'd win the war and lose the peace. I feared that colored folk would be technically free but actually enslaved by a thousand new chains we'd invent. I feared I wouldn't be there to stop it.
- MosesAnd you were not. The bullet saw to that.
- Abraham LincolnYes. Five days after Lee's surrender. Mary said I seemed almost cheerful that week, lighter than I'd been in years. I wonder sometimes if I hoped, in some hidden part of myself, that it would end before I had to face the reconstruction. That's a shameful thought, but I'm being honest.
- MosesYou were permitted to die before the failure. I was permitted to die before the conquest. Neither of us entered the land we promised. Perhaps that is its own mercy.
- Abraham LincolnMercy or cowardice? I don't know. What did you hope for, Moses, after your death? Not for Israel—for you. Did you hope to see God face to face, as you'd spoken to Him?
- MosesI had already seen Him as much as a man can see and live. I hoped for rest. Forty years in the wilderness, forty years of complaint and rebellion, forty years of carrying a people who would have stoned me a dozen times over. I hoped for silence. For the burden to pass to another.
- Abraham LincolnRest. Yes. I used to dream about that, especially in the last year. Just to sleep without the telegraph waking me, without another list of casualties, another border state threatening to bolt. But I also feared rest. Feared it meant I'd given up, or that I'd be forgotten.
- MosesYou feared being forgotten?
- Abraham LincolnVanity, I know. But yes. I'd come from nothing—dirt-poor Kentucky, barely any schooling. I'd made myself into something. I feared dying and having it all fade away like morning mist. Feared that the Union would forget what we'd fought for. That the colored man's liberty would become a footnote.
- MosesAnd has it?
- Abraham LincolnI don't rightly know. I see my face on currency and monuments, which is more remembering than I deserve. But whether the cause is remembered—whether it's truly won—that I cannot say. You tell me, Moses. Three thousand years later, did your people remember the Law? Did they keep it?
- MosesThey remembered. They argued over it, split into factions, killed each other over interpretations of it. They kept it and broke it in the same breath, as all people do. Your fear was correct. And so was your hope.
- Abraham LincolnBoth at once?
- MosesBoth at once. The people failed as you feared. And the people rose as you hoped. New chains were forged. And new deliverers came to break them. This is the way of the world under heaven. Did you imagine you would solve the human problem in one war?
- Abraham LincolnNo. No, I didn't imagine that. But I hoped we'd bend the arc a little, as Parker said. Bend it toward justice. I feared we'd bend it back the other way.
- MosesYou did bend it. Then others bent it back. Then others bent it forward again. The arc is long, Lincoln. Longer than one man's life. Longer than one man's death. What comes after is not a single thing. It is a long wrestling, generation upon generation.
- Abraham LincolnThat's cold comfort for a man lying in his grave wondering if he spent those six hundred thousand lives for nothing.
- MosesIt is not comfort. It is truth. You wanted comfort? You should not have freed the slaves. You should not have preserved the Union. You should have taken the easy path and let the nation split. Comfort is not for liberators.
- Abraham LincolnNo, I suppose it's not. Did you find comfort in death, Moses? Do you have it now?
- MosesI have what I hoped for. I have rest from the burden of leadership. I have release from the people's complaints. But I do not have certainty that it was enough. No man has that. Not even the prophets.
- Abraham LincolnThen we're in the same boat, you and I. We did what we could. We hoped it would be enough. We feared it wouldn't be. And now we wait to see if the judgment—whether from God or history—will be merciful.
- MosesYes. Though I wonder if the judgment is not the waiting itself. To see your work continued and betrayed, honored and forgotten, both at once. That is the after. That is what comes.
- Abraham LincolnWell, that's cheerful. Reminds me of another joke I heard once, about a man who—no, never mind. It's not the time. You've given me something to think on, Moses. Not comfort, as you say. But truth. I suppose that'll have to do.
- MosesIt is all any of us have. The work, the hope, the fear, and the long arc bending in the hands of others. We plant. Others water. What grows is not ours to control.