0: The Election of 1952
"Branching off points, Doctor?" The young lady considered this for a moment. "Like if you went back in time and shot Hitler when....well, maybe when he was a baby, maybe a little older?"
The Doctor, still bent over the cadaver, scoffed a little unkindly at her. "Of course, if you want to pick the easiest example! Which most humans do, of course, there's never ever any variety in the examples they give. If Caesar hadn't have gone to that meeting on the Ides of March, he might have changed the direction of the Empire. If Churchill had not been the loudest voice in the room against Hitler, then who knows how the Second World War would have gone? And if your Republicans had managed to get Eisenhower to leave his books and his thoughts to run for President, well..." He wiped his hands and stood back up his voice softening a little "I understand it of course, I know I struggle with that particular idea."
-Extract from The Crimson Corpse, a Doctor Who Novelization published in 2002, written by Neil Gaiman.
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The following is taken from a novelization of the film 'Morse' directed by Oliver Stone and written by Christopher Wilkinson. Dialogue may not be accurate to the real-life circumstances in which this meeting took place.
It began with a group of men. Such was the way these things tended to go in those days, so please, bear with us.
"It's not going to work." It was Dewey who spoke first, that is Governor Dewey of New York. "I mean, it could have. It very nearly did. But it's not going to. And we need to deal with that...somehow." His voice was sad and distant, but not without some note of determination. The others agreed, though none had the heart at present to speak on the matter further.
It was Cabot Lodge who spoke next. "That was smart of Taft. I didn't think he had it in him. Matter of fact, I still don't." The senator from Massachusetts was referring to a simple decision that Senator Robert A Taft of Ohio had made just this morning, based on a conversation with the General whom they had longed to draft into running. Before taking up his position at NATO, a chat between the two had Eisenhower make a legitimate promise to the Senator. Should Taft, a well known Isolationist, make a promise to ally with their international companions to defeat the evil scourge of Communism, then a statement would be put out firmly putting to bed any notions of running for President. Taft had, apparently, asked for a day to consider the matter. Four hours later he made arrangements to meet with the General and agreed to this promise. So too had the statement been put out, gently but firmly putting away any such notions of a takeover of the primary system. Cabot Lodge sighed. "The second he'll get into the office, he'll tear up the floorboards looking for a secret passage, a way to get out of the whole arrangement. Doesn't he see that?"
"Could we not just...put his name into the system anyway?" This was Harold Stassen, former Governor of Minnesota and former contender for the nomination himself. He looked around nervously. "I mean, if he wins New Hampshire-"
"Then Ike will thank us, and then he will declare that he is touched, and then he will torch the whole thing." Earl Warren had been silent for most of this, but now he had to speak. "Not only has he given a promise to Taft, but it won't have been Taft who broke it. It will have been us. And no amount of jockeying around, giving a position on the ticket to one of Taft's friends, will get away from the fact that Taft made a sacrifice on good faith that got thrown back in his face. He'll look a fool, and when someone looks a fool they can do a lot of damage to try and recover their reputation. And that'll hand the whole thing over to Stevenson, and he'll blather his way through the next four years while the Soviets push ahead. I agree with Thomas, the whole thing is off."
After a moment's pause, the one Democrat in the room stood up and turned to look out of the window. Beneath them, the busy hum and buzz of Chicago caused him to mediate on his friendship with Eisenhower. Claude Pepper was no longer representing Florida in the upper echelon of Congress, but he had been invited because of his admiration for the general, and his original attempt to get him to run as a Democrat. He still believed in the morality of what he and his Democrats pushed, but even so he could not help but feel weary of what was being pushed. What had they gone through in 48, if not for...?
And then, suddenly, something occurred to him.
"Do you know who they're thinking of nominating as Vice President?" He asked, casually. The others grimly shook their heads. "I think it is one of the Southerners. I doubt it would be Thurmond, there is still some bad blood there. It might be Stennis, but he strikes me as someone perfectly content to be in the Senate until his dying day. No, on the whole, I think it far more likely to be Sparkman. Naturally, once the Dixiecrats get their hooks in, they'll tear apart the plank that so inconveniences them with every bit of fury they have."
"Let us be frank, you can hardly put yourself on a great moral pedestal there, can you?"
Stassen stared at Pepper and Pepper stared at Stassen. Then, quietly, the former senator shook his head. "No, I cannot. Nor will I try to. But the fact remains, they will do anything they can to stop advancement of a better society. Maybe that is the game they have to play to survive, I know that that is how I see the matter, I will not argue whether or not that is accurate. But that will happen. And it will happen because quite frankly the Democrats are scared stiff of losing their support. The Byrds will not let progress occur unless it is by their hand. And it was all thanks to that campaign they ran back in '48. Now, suddenly, those grand schemes of McFarland and Johnson come to nothing because if they do, they'll have a rebellion on their hands, a split ticket, a threat to the iron grip of the Senate and the House. Perhaps even a switch to the Republican party all together. All because of '48."
There was silence for a moment. Then Stassen spoke up. "A third party run. That is what you are advocating."
There was no point in hiding it. Pepper nodded. "I am."
"But Ike won't run. At his heart, he's a Republican through and through, and if you couldn't get him to go to bat for the Democrats, then he'll not take a chance on some shot in the dark campaign." Dewey snorted. "And I'm perfectly content where I am, thank you. I'll do my time in office and then I'll pack my bags and go. I can't do another one of these campaigns, and I have no intention to do so. What about you, Earl?"
California's governor sighed. "Tempting as it is, I don't think so. The kind of people we'd need to court to even make a dent would regard me unkindly." He stared into the distance, images of screaming Japanese children and women, herded into internment camps, playing on loop perpetually in his mind. He shook himself. "I doubt you'd like to run, Claude?"
"The highest office I aspire to at present is the Speakership. Aside from that, no. I don't think I could run a campaign, for similar reasons to yourself."
"I'd do it." Henry Cabot Lodge smiled quietly to himself. "I'd like to volunteer, as it were."
"Now hold on, there's no reason here why you should get this nomination over me." Harold was already looking ready for a fight, his eccentric eyes twinkling with fire once again. "I could do it just as easily as you."
"Hm."
This noise from the veritable elder statesmen of Republican liberalism made all pause and turn their heads. "What?" Stassen said, his voice cracking a little. "I assume you have problems with me getting the go-ahead?"
"First of all, we have not even settled on what we would call this...hypothetical campaign of ours. Second, take this in the way it is intended to be, I think each of you should think carefully about what running for the Presidency means. Henry, you are in a seat that we need badly, and there's every chance that should you run and win, we could lose a link in the chain that keeps us relevant at a national level. Besides which, if we are to get a look in with Taft, you are the most likely candidate for Vice President at the present time, better to leave yourself on the table for the present. Harold...there is, in truth, nothing wrong with you as a Presidential nominee. But I suspect that you would find the Vice Presidency more to your liking. It is more hands on, it requires a greater challenge and it can give you a kind of on the job experience that can cover ground far more effectively than the central position can."
Harold Stassen sighed, and bowed to this wisdom. "I make no promises of holding back. I want that job."
"And your ambition does us credit, I am sure. But I do have a candidate to put forward. I doubt very much we can draft him, nor should we. He is quite vocal about matters, and has been full of critiques of both parties. As a matter of fact, I believe the word on the street is that he wishes to leave the Republican party at present and join up with the Democrats! ...As it stands, he'd make a grand go of it, he is in a seat that we have a decent amount of control over and though I've always found him a ornery old goat, he has much to offer this country."
There was a long silence. Dewey sat back and watched their faces as they tried to link up the description with someone they knew. It was, much to his surprise, Cabot Lodge who spoke first. "Not Morse? Surely not him? ...Thomas, NO."
Dewey simply laughed.
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"This is a trick."
Claude sighed, and rubbed his head. "No, Senator. It is not a trick. You are perfectly free to decline or to accept, and there is no binding agreement that shall be made in blood that prevents you from going your own way after the election. You do not have to pick my party, or that of Henry's, or even this makeshift one we shall create. We just want you to run, that is all."
Wanye Morse sat back and stared at them. Then, very carefully, he checked under the table. Nothing. He looked up to the walls. No signs of any tampering. He checked the rest of the room. No one but himself, Representative Pepper and Senator Cabot Lodge. He settled back in his chair and glowered at Pepper. "If McCarthy is nearby-"
"He is not. And we are not involving him in this matter. We are trying to loosen that kind of maniac from the party, don't you understand that?" Pepper swallowed, took a deep breath and continued. "Senator Morse, if it is a matter of perception-"
"It is nothing of the sort. I would not be opposed to launching any sort of challenge to the current system, I just want to be sure that this challenge is a fair one. Or at least, as fair as one can allow. Now, what party name would I be running under?"
"That has been of some debate." Henry Cabot Lodge felt uncomfortable, but nonetheless he pushed forward. "We had considered the Progressive Party, befitting our status as the heir apparent to Theodore Roosevelt. However, Wallace's challenge has made that name....less than appropriate for the current climate. It is not completely out of the question, but we would like to hold off on it for the time being. The Liberal Party was also considered, as I suspect that the endorsement of the New York branch will go to you, naturally."
Morse scoffed at that. "I would much rather a Progressive than a Liberal, I must say. However, I take your point. It has the stench of Hiss around it, and I would prefer to stand back." He considered. "The Progress Party, then. Not the same as the last, but we can draw links back to the old days. Perhaps for now, at the very least, we can amend it at a later date." He did not miss both men staring at each other for a moment, and snapped "I presume if I run under this third party, I will have people backing me, will I not? I am not in the habit of starting that which I intend to leave unfinished." Both nodded hurriedly, and Morse sank back in his chair. "Now, I'm not stupid enough to think I can win this. Do you think I can win this?"
There was a knock at the door, and Pepper hurried over to see who it was. He relaxed instantly, and Morse did too at the sight of the ever charming Estes Kefavauer of Tenseness. He hurried over and sat down, cheerful as ever and shook Morse's hand. Morse was cheered by the sight of him, and asked if he would be working with him. Estes smiled warmly. "Not this time, I'm afraid. Though, if you consider going for it next time, then absolutely. No, I'm here to offer support, if I can. I'm already on the outs with the party at present, I lose nothing by throwing support to you." His manner was easy-going, but Morse knew well enough that the man was dogged and determined and would not rest until he had done what he had set out to do.
"Then who?"
"Stassen."
"If it has to be anyone, it might as well be Stassen." Morse was secretly quite pleased. He liked Stassen, he was the kind of Republican whom the future should belong to. He sighed. "But we will not win."
"It is about more than that, Morse." Kefavauer was quite serious now. "How many people must suffer because of the failure of both of our parties to consider their needs? We need to make sure that our country is consistently engaged with civic matters, or else future generations will be burned out husks of people. The good times may be here, but the bad times that follow will do so with a righteous fury the like of which we may not be prepared for." He paused, and then rubbed his head. "Civil rights is a big stumbling block. I admit, I struggle with what an integrated society might look like! ....But be that as it may, that is my own issue. I must deal with that. They have two choices at present, the doting dehumanization of Stevenson or the cold ignorance of Taft. There has to be a medium. If you can get the attention of those who are in need of it most, and if you can make a big enough dent, maybe our parties can start getting their heads on straight. Maybe we can stem the tide, even if just for another decade."
Wayne Morse sat back in the chair and rubbed his face. Not long ago, an accident had damaged it quite significantly, and he was keenly aware of the multitude of imperfections that ran across it, be they natural or otherwise. It was a bit like the political machine itself, he supposed, always attempting to present a clean image and never succeeding in keeping away the bumps and grooves and scratches upon which a country was built. And yet...And yet, you had to push on, you had to work with it, despite the imperfections. He looked up and nodded. "I want to talk to Stassen tomorrow. We need to get this thing up and running as soon as possible."
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The wheels of history rolled on.
Sure enough, Adlai Stevenson won the nomination and was 'awarded' the Vice President that the Southerners craved for in the form of John Sparkman. Soon that promising plank of civil rights was "Sawdust in a horse's ass" to quote the great Hunter S Thompson. Many Democrats regarded this unfavourably, and would turn their attention to the Republican party to perhaps give them a better option. in this, they were sadly mistaken. Robert Taft decided to pick someone a little more moderate than he, and indeed he was from Massachusetts, though Cabot Lodge would not be the pick. Instead, the slightly uninspiring figure of Joseph W Martin, the former House Speaker, would gain the title of Vice President. Many still believe that this was done to reassure Eisenhower that no, Taft would not tear out NATO's throat straight away. Martin was decently liked by people across the board, and for a moment, those planning to present a thorn in the side of Taft paused to consider their options carefully. But then they decided against it. Taft was no doubt ensuring that the big figure of General MacArthur, a great personal friend of Martin's, would remain on his side. aAnd besides which, Taft was Taft, and if anyone could be trusted to revert to form it would be him.
So it was that five days after the Republican convention, many news stations learnt that a conference was to take place. There, Morse stood in front of a crowd of reporters, with Stassen by his side, and began his speech. He made sure that the cameras were on him before he started too. He wanted everyone to hear this.
"My fellow Americans, I greet the announcements of the two parties with grim tidings. I offer my respect to Senator Martin, but that is all I can offer him. Not my support, nor my belief that the President he shall serve under shall be anything less than a hoarder and a miser of the highest order. Senator Taft's beliefs are his own and I do not fault them for holding them, I do claim that his foolish attempt to enforce them upon this nation as a whole will stunt us from reaching our full potential. I have seen what standing back on the side-lines has done, and I will have no further part in it. We must, with all reason and due deference to the Constitution, accept that we are not and can never be merely an island remote and uninvolved from everything and everyone. He may claim that he will not act in this fashion, but we would be a richer nation all in all if all the promises made and broken could be invested in the economy.
As to the Democrats, their support of Adlai Stevenson shows a willingness to cater to the same extreme Conservatism that created Senator Joseph McCarthy and continues to grind into the dust those who would wish for the simple rights that we take for granted. I have no such respect for Senator Sparkman, nor shall I insult the intelligences of you fine gentlemen here and watching at home by pretending that I do so. This indulgence of the Conservative Coalition, a strangehold from which no sane idea or belief can be rescued without severe damage, is one that I am no longer willing to endorse.
Two years ago, Senator Margaret Chase Smith made a speech declaring the rights to, among other things, hold unpopular beliefs, to think independently, to protest and to criticise. I encourage the peaceful application of all four ideals, and it is in this spirit that the gentleman from Minnesota joins me today in announcing a campaign for the highest office in all the land. I am Wayne Morse, this is Harold Stassen and we represent the Progress Party. And we will not be silent any longer."
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Let us get to the brass tacks of the situation. I do not need to spoil matters for you by saying that Morse did not win the 1952 election. But that, as the honourable senator from Tennessee had said, was not the point. So what is the point?
The point was that Morse steamrolled Stevenson completely. Infamously, he would declare that "My opponent here will tell you that Senator Taft is willing to ignore the voices of thousands who would protest against Senator McCarthy and his maddening crusade against the red windmills! He is correct, and he should be an expert on such things, given what his vice-president suggests to do to Americans who have no voice to speak of!"
The point was that Morse brought up every little weakness in Taft's armour, such as the fact that he had "had to ask for permission from Eisenhower like a girl scout asking to be let out of the house to get the nomination!" and alternating between attacks on his promise ("Senator Taft has no guts, not even the guts to handle his own principles!") and suggesting that the promise was a hollow thing ("It was a kind lie that Mr Taft told to the general, but it was a lie nonetheless!") depending on which kind of audience he was speaking to.
The point was that Taft seemed to believe Morse the reincarnation of Dewey, and so focused much of his mudslinging upon his former Republican colleague. Accusations of Communism flew about, and though he was not utterly against McCarthy he nonetheless had to prevent the Senator from speaking, aware that it would cost him votes.
The point was that Morse, the only man who had signed on to the Declaration of Conscience speech and beleived it wholeheartedly, championed people like Margaret Chase Smith who had spoken out against McCarthy. Moderates in both parties supported him, some tacitly like Dewey and Chase Smith and even some argue LBJ, others out and proud, such as Estes and Warren and Pepper and the surprising figure of Lawrence Wetherby. Hollywood stars and prominent intellectuals who had supported the Wallace campaign came out in droves to support this pushback, gaining him much new publicity in the growing market of television. And in this, he was successful, he came across more well organized and passionate and frankly more with it than Taft and Stevenson did. Stassen out-charmed Martin and out-preached Sparkman, selling himself desperately for this campaign.
The point was that by the end of the vote counting, Morse/Stassen of the Progress Party had taken Oregon, Minnesota, New York, Tennessee and, in a shock turn of events thanks to the work of Governors Warren and Wetherby, Kentucky and California! And they had very nearly upset the Republican vice-president in his own home state, thanks to efforts by the younger Kennedys that ended up providing turn out. Others such as Ralph Yarbrough, George McGovern and Ed Muskie canvassed their own states, making them far closer run events, and we shall no doubt return to these individuals in the coming years. And in several high profile states, like Wisconsin, Vermont, Washington and even Texas, they too took second place in terms of votes.
The point was that they came second overall both in the popular and electoral count, with an Electoral Vote of 115, to Taft/Martin's 337 and Stevenson/Sparkman's 79.
The point was that they had put on the best performance of a third party since...well, ever!
The point was that many in Congress and on the state level were starting to wonder if this Progress Party had wheels
And even as Taft celebrated his destiny finally coming true, that he at last would ascend to the Presidency and truly bring America back to it's roots, a state to be envious of, Morse called up his colleague from Tennessee and asked with a slightly terrifying grin and a chuckle in his voice:
"Do you want to do this with me again in four years?"
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(Author's Note: So. Here we are.
I wanted to try something of a more serious timeline here as opposed to my pop-culture one which I can assure everyone will be proceeding alongside this one. I have created lists of every governorship and senate seat, and I am reasonably confident in my ability to deliver events to you in an interesting fashion. The way I plan to do this is simple. Rather than take you step by step along the road with me, I am considering offering an overview of each term and election on their separate page, almost like a TILAW. I intend to do this right up until the most recent election, at which point I shall return to the beginning and provide an explanation of each state and what occurred starting from 1952 and again continuing up until the present day. If we manage to complete all fifty states, i will begin work on expanding on the world outside though I have not started on this yet in great depth. I hope this has been interesting, and that it has your attention.)
The Doctor, still bent over the cadaver, scoffed a little unkindly at her. "Of course, if you want to pick the easiest example! Which most humans do, of course, there's never ever any variety in the examples they give. If Caesar hadn't have gone to that meeting on the Ides of March, he might have changed the direction of the Empire. If Churchill had not been the loudest voice in the room against Hitler, then who knows how the Second World War would have gone? And if your Republicans had managed to get Eisenhower to leave his books and his thoughts to run for President, well..." He wiped his hands and stood back up his voice softening a little "I understand it of course, I know I struggle with that particular idea."
-Extract from The Crimson Corpse, a Doctor Who Novelization published in 2002, written by Neil Gaiman.
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The following is taken from a novelization of the film 'Morse' directed by Oliver Stone and written by Christopher Wilkinson. Dialogue may not be accurate to the real-life circumstances in which this meeting took place.
It began with a group of men. Such was the way these things tended to go in those days, so please, bear with us.
"It's not going to work." It was Dewey who spoke first, that is Governor Dewey of New York. "I mean, it could have. It very nearly did. But it's not going to. And we need to deal with that...somehow." His voice was sad and distant, but not without some note of determination. The others agreed, though none had the heart at present to speak on the matter further.
It was Cabot Lodge who spoke next. "That was smart of Taft. I didn't think he had it in him. Matter of fact, I still don't." The senator from Massachusetts was referring to a simple decision that Senator Robert A Taft of Ohio had made just this morning, based on a conversation with the General whom they had longed to draft into running. Before taking up his position at NATO, a chat between the two had Eisenhower make a legitimate promise to the Senator. Should Taft, a well known Isolationist, make a promise to ally with their international companions to defeat the evil scourge of Communism, then a statement would be put out firmly putting to bed any notions of running for President. Taft had, apparently, asked for a day to consider the matter. Four hours later he made arrangements to meet with the General and agreed to this promise. So too had the statement been put out, gently but firmly putting away any such notions of a takeover of the primary system. Cabot Lodge sighed. "The second he'll get into the office, he'll tear up the floorboards looking for a secret passage, a way to get out of the whole arrangement. Doesn't he see that?"
"Could we not just...put his name into the system anyway?" This was Harold Stassen, former Governor of Minnesota and former contender for the nomination himself. He looked around nervously. "I mean, if he wins New Hampshire-"
"Then Ike will thank us, and then he will declare that he is touched, and then he will torch the whole thing." Earl Warren had been silent for most of this, but now he had to speak. "Not only has he given a promise to Taft, but it won't have been Taft who broke it. It will have been us. And no amount of jockeying around, giving a position on the ticket to one of Taft's friends, will get away from the fact that Taft made a sacrifice on good faith that got thrown back in his face. He'll look a fool, and when someone looks a fool they can do a lot of damage to try and recover their reputation. And that'll hand the whole thing over to Stevenson, and he'll blather his way through the next four years while the Soviets push ahead. I agree with Thomas, the whole thing is off."
After a moment's pause, the one Democrat in the room stood up and turned to look out of the window. Beneath them, the busy hum and buzz of Chicago caused him to mediate on his friendship with Eisenhower. Claude Pepper was no longer representing Florida in the upper echelon of Congress, but he had been invited because of his admiration for the general, and his original attempt to get him to run as a Democrat. He still believed in the morality of what he and his Democrats pushed, but even so he could not help but feel weary of what was being pushed. What had they gone through in 48, if not for...?
And then, suddenly, something occurred to him.
"Do you know who they're thinking of nominating as Vice President?" He asked, casually. The others grimly shook their heads. "I think it is one of the Southerners. I doubt it would be Thurmond, there is still some bad blood there. It might be Stennis, but he strikes me as someone perfectly content to be in the Senate until his dying day. No, on the whole, I think it far more likely to be Sparkman. Naturally, once the Dixiecrats get their hooks in, they'll tear apart the plank that so inconveniences them with every bit of fury they have."
"Let us be frank, you can hardly put yourself on a great moral pedestal there, can you?"
Stassen stared at Pepper and Pepper stared at Stassen. Then, quietly, the former senator shook his head. "No, I cannot. Nor will I try to. But the fact remains, they will do anything they can to stop advancement of a better society. Maybe that is the game they have to play to survive, I know that that is how I see the matter, I will not argue whether or not that is accurate. But that will happen. And it will happen because quite frankly the Democrats are scared stiff of losing their support. The Byrds will not let progress occur unless it is by their hand. And it was all thanks to that campaign they ran back in '48. Now, suddenly, those grand schemes of McFarland and Johnson come to nothing because if they do, they'll have a rebellion on their hands, a split ticket, a threat to the iron grip of the Senate and the House. Perhaps even a switch to the Republican party all together. All because of '48."
There was silence for a moment. Then Stassen spoke up. "A third party run. That is what you are advocating."
There was no point in hiding it. Pepper nodded. "I am."
"But Ike won't run. At his heart, he's a Republican through and through, and if you couldn't get him to go to bat for the Democrats, then he'll not take a chance on some shot in the dark campaign." Dewey snorted. "And I'm perfectly content where I am, thank you. I'll do my time in office and then I'll pack my bags and go. I can't do another one of these campaigns, and I have no intention to do so. What about you, Earl?"
California's governor sighed. "Tempting as it is, I don't think so. The kind of people we'd need to court to even make a dent would regard me unkindly." He stared into the distance, images of screaming Japanese children and women, herded into internment camps, playing on loop perpetually in his mind. He shook himself. "I doubt you'd like to run, Claude?"
"The highest office I aspire to at present is the Speakership. Aside from that, no. I don't think I could run a campaign, for similar reasons to yourself."
"I'd do it." Henry Cabot Lodge smiled quietly to himself. "I'd like to volunteer, as it were."
"Now hold on, there's no reason here why you should get this nomination over me." Harold was already looking ready for a fight, his eccentric eyes twinkling with fire once again. "I could do it just as easily as you."
"Hm."
This noise from the veritable elder statesmen of Republican liberalism made all pause and turn their heads. "What?" Stassen said, his voice cracking a little. "I assume you have problems with me getting the go-ahead?"
"First of all, we have not even settled on what we would call this...hypothetical campaign of ours. Second, take this in the way it is intended to be, I think each of you should think carefully about what running for the Presidency means. Henry, you are in a seat that we need badly, and there's every chance that should you run and win, we could lose a link in the chain that keeps us relevant at a national level. Besides which, if we are to get a look in with Taft, you are the most likely candidate for Vice President at the present time, better to leave yourself on the table for the present. Harold...there is, in truth, nothing wrong with you as a Presidential nominee. But I suspect that you would find the Vice Presidency more to your liking. It is more hands on, it requires a greater challenge and it can give you a kind of on the job experience that can cover ground far more effectively than the central position can."
Harold Stassen sighed, and bowed to this wisdom. "I make no promises of holding back. I want that job."
"And your ambition does us credit, I am sure. But I do have a candidate to put forward. I doubt very much we can draft him, nor should we. He is quite vocal about matters, and has been full of critiques of both parties. As a matter of fact, I believe the word on the street is that he wishes to leave the Republican party at present and join up with the Democrats! ...As it stands, he'd make a grand go of it, he is in a seat that we have a decent amount of control over and though I've always found him a ornery old goat, he has much to offer this country."
There was a long silence. Dewey sat back and watched their faces as they tried to link up the description with someone they knew. It was, much to his surprise, Cabot Lodge who spoke first. "Not Morse? Surely not him? ...Thomas, NO."
Dewey simply laughed.
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"This is a trick."
Claude sighed, and rubbed his head. "No, Senator. It is not a trick. You are perfectly free to decline or to accept, and there is no binding agreement that shall be made in blood that prevents you from going your own way after the election. You do not have to pick my party, or that of Henry's, or even this makeshift one we shall create. We just want you to run, that is all."
Wanye Morse sat back and stared at them. Then, very carefully, he checked under the table. Nothing. He looked up to the walls. No signs of any tampering. He checked the rest of the room. No one but himself, Representative Pepper and Senator Cabot Lodge. He settled back in his chair and glowered at Pepper. "If McCarthy is nearby-"
"He is not. And we are not involving him in this matter. We are trying to loosen that kind of maniac from the party, don't you understand that?" Pepper swallowed, took a deep breath and continued. "Senator Morse, if it is a matter of perception-"
"It is nothing of the sort. I would not be opposed to launching any sort of challenge to the current system, I just want to be sure that this challenge is a fair one. Or at least, as fair as one can allow. Now, what party name would I be running under?"
"That has been of some debate." Henry Cabot Lodge felt uncomfortable, but nonetheless he pushed forward. "We had considered the Progressive Party, befitting our status as the heir apparent to Theodore Roosevelt. However, Wallace's challenge has made that name....less than appropriate for the current climate. It is not completely out of the question, but we would like to hold off on it for the time being. The Liberal Party was also considered, as I suspect that the endorsement of the New York branch will go to you, naturally."
Morse scoffed at that. "I would much rather a Progressive than a Liberal, I must say. However, I take your point. It has the stench of Hiss around it, and I would prefer to stand back." He considered. "The Progress Party, then. Not the same as the last, but we can draw links back to the old days. Perhaps for now, at the very least, we can amend it at a later date." He did not miss both men staring at each other for a moment, and snapped "I presume if I run under this third party, I will have people backing me, will I not? I am not in the habit of starting that which I intend to leave unfinished." Both nodded hurriedly, and Morse sank back in his chair. "Now, I'm not stupid enough to think I can win this. Do you think I can win this?"
There was a knock at the door, and Pepper hurried over to see who it was. He relaxed instantly, and Morse did too at the sight of the ever charming Estes Kefavauer of Tenseness. He hurried over and sat down, cheerful as ever and shook Morse's hand. Morse was cheered by the sight of him, and asked if he would be working with him. Estes smiled warmly. "Not this time, I'm afraid. Though, if you consider going for it next time, then absolutely. No, I'm here to offer support, if I can. I'm already on the outs with the party at present, I lose nothing by throwing support to you." His manner was easy-going, but Morse knew well enough that the man was dogged and determined and would not rest until he had done what he had set out to do.
"Then who?"
"Stassen."
"If it has to be anyone, it might as well be Stassen." Morse was secretly quite pleased. He liked Stassen, he was the kind of Republican whom the future should belong to. He sighed. "But we will not win."
"It is about more than that, Morse." Kefavauer was quite serious now. "How many people must suffer because of the failure of both of our parties to consider their needs? We need to make sure that our country is consistently engaged with civic matters, or else future generations will be burned out husks of people. The good times may be here, but the bad times that follow will do so with a righteous fury the like of which we may not be prepared for." He paused, and then rubbed his head. "Civil rights is a big stumbling block. I admit, I struggle with what an integrated society might look like! ....But be that as it may, that is my own issue. I must deal with that. They have two choices at present, the doting dehumanization of Stevenson or the cold ignorance of Taft. There has to be a medium. If you can get the attention of those who are in need of it most, and if you can make a big enough dent, maybe our parties can start getting their heads on straight. Maybe we can stem the tide, even if just for another decade."
Wayne Morse sat back in the chair and rubbed his face. Not long ago, an accident had damaged it quite significantly, and he was keenly aware of the multitude of imperfections that ran across it, be they natural or otherwise. It was a bit like the political machine itself, he supposed, always attempting to present a clean image and never succeeding in keeping away the bumps and grooves and scratches upon which a country was built. And yet...And yet, you had to push on, you had to work with it, despite the imperfections. He looked up and nodded. "I want to talk to Stassen tomorrow. We need to get this thing up and running as soon as possible."
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The wheels of history rolled on.
Sure enough, Adlai Stevenson won the nomination and was 'awarded' the Vice President that the Southerners craved for in the form of John Sparkman. Soon that promising plank of civil rights was "Sawdust in a horse's ass" to quote the great Hunter S Thompson. Many Democrats regarded this unfavourably, and would turn their attention to the Republican party to perhaps give them a better option. in this, they were sadly mistaken. Robert Taft decided to pick someone a little more moderate than he, and indeed he was from Massachusetts, though Cabot Lodge would not be the pick. Instead, the slightly uninspiring figure of Joseph W Martin, the former House Speaker, would gain the title of Vice President. Many still believe that this was done to reassure Eisenhower that no, Taft would not tear out NATO's throat straight away. Martin was decently liked by people across the board, and for a moment, those planning to present a thorn in the side of Taft paused to consider their options carefully. But then they decided against it. Taft was no doubt ensuring that the big figure of General MacArthur, a great personal friend of Martin's, would remain on his side. aAnd besides which, Taft was Taft, and if anyone could be trusted to revert to form it would be him.
So it was that five days after the Republican convention, many news stations learnt that a conference was to take place. There, Morse stood in front of a crowd of reporters, with Stassen by his side, and began his speech. He made sure that the cameras were on him before he started too. He wanted everyone to hear this.
"My fellow Americans, I greet the announcements of the two parties with grim tidings. I offer my respect to Senator Martin, but that is all I can offer him. Not my support, nor my belief that the President he shall serve under shall be anything less than a hoarder and a miser of the highest order. Senator Taft's beliefs are his own and I do not fault them for holding them, I do claim that his foolish attempt to enforce them upon this nation as a whole will stunt us from reaching our full potential. I have seen what standing back on the side-lines has done, and I will have no further part in it. We must, with all reason and due deference to the Constitution, accept that we are not and can never be merely an island remote and uninvolved from everything and everyone. He may claim that he will not act in this fashion, but we would be a richer nation all in all if all the promises made and broken could be invested in the economy.
As to the Democrats, their support of Adlai Stevenson shows a willingness to cater to the same extreme Conservatism that created Senator Joseph McCarthy and continues to grind into the dust those who would wish for the simple rights that we take for granted. I have no such respect for Senator Sparkman, nor shall I insult the intelligences of you fine gentlemen here and watching at home by pretending that I do so. This indulgence of the Conservative Coalition, a strangehold from which no sane idea or belief can be rescued without severe damage, is one that I am no longer willing to endorse.
Two years ago, Senator Margaret Chase Smith made a speech declaring the rights to, among other things, hold unpopular beliefs, to think independently, to protest and to criticise. I encourage the peaceful application of all four ideals, and it is in this spirit that the gentleman from Minnesota joins me today in announcing a campaign for the highest office in all the land. I am Wayne Morse, this is Harold Stassen and we represent the Progress Party. And we will not be silent any longer."
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Let us get to the brass tacks of the situation. I do not need to spoil matters for you by saying that Morse did not win the 1952 election. But that, as the honourable senator from Tennessee had said, was not the point. So what is the point?
The point was that Morse steamrolled Stevenson completely. Infamously, he would declare that "My opponent here will tell you that Senator Taft is willing to ignore the voices of thousands who would protest against Senator McCarthy and his maddening crusade against the red windmills! He is correct, and he should be an expert on such things, given what his vice-president suggests to do to Americans who have no voice to speak of!"
The point was that Morse brought up every little weakness in Taft's armour, such as the fact that he had "had to ask for permission from Eisenhower like a girl scout asking to be let out of the house to get the nomination!" and alternating between attacks on his promise ("Senator Taft has no guts, not even the guts to handle his own principles!") and suggesting that the promise was a hollow thing ("It was a kind lie that Mr Taft told to the general, but it was a lie nonetheless!") depending on which kind of audience he was speaking to.
The point was that Taft seemed to believe Morse the reincarnation of Dewey, and so focused much of his mudslinging upon his former Republican colleague. Accusations of Communism flew about, and though he was not utterly against McCarthy he nonetheless had to prevent the Senator from speaking, aware that it would cost him votes.
The point was that Morse, the only man who had signed on to the Declaration of Conscience speech and beleived it wholeheartedly, championed people like Margaret Chase Smith who had spoken out against McCarthy. Moderates in both parties supported him, some tacitly like Dewey and Chase Smith and even some argue LBJ, others out and proud, such as Estes and Warren and Pepper and the surprising figure of Lawrence Wetherby. Hollywood stars and prominent intellectuals who had supported the Wallace campaign came out in droves to support this pushback, gaining him much new publicity in the growing market of television. And in this, he was successful, he came across more well organized and passionate and frankly more with it than Taft and Stevenson did. Stassen out-charmed Martin and out-preached Sparkman, selling himself desperately for this campaign.
The point was that by the end of the vote counting, Morse/Stassen of the Progress Party had taken Oregon, Minnesota, New York, Tennessee and, in a shock turn of events thanks to the work of Governors Warren and Wetherby, Kentucky and California! And they had very nearly upset the Republican vice-president in his own home state, thanks to efforts by the younger Kennedys that ended up providing turn out. Others such as Ralph Yarbrough, George McGovern and Ed Muskie canvassed their own states, making them far closer run events, and we shall no doubt return to these individuals in the coming years. And in several high profile states, like Wisconsin, Vermont, Washington and even Texas, they too took second place in terms of votes.
The point was that they came second overall both in the popular and electoral count, with an Electoral Vote of 115, to Taft/Martin's 337 and Stevenson/Sparkman's 79.
The point was that they had put on the best performance of a third party since...well, ever!
The point was that many in Congress and on the state level were starting to wonder if this Progress Party had wheels
And even as Taft celebrated his destiny finally coming true, that he at last would ascend to the Presidency and truly bring America back to it's roots, a state to be envious of, Morse called up his colleague from Tennessee and asked with a slightly terrifying grin and a chuckle in his voice:
"Do you want to do this with me again in four years?"
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(Author's Note: So. Here we are.
I wanted to try something of a more serious timeline here as opposed to my pop-culture one which I can assure everyone will be proceeding alongside this one. I have created lists of every governorship and senate seat, and I am reasonably confident in my ability to deliver events to you in an interesting fashion. The way I plan to do this is simple. Rather than take you step by step along the road with me, I am considering offering an overview of each term and election on their separate page, almost like a TILAW. I intend to do this right up until the most recent election, at which point I shall return to the beginning and provide an explanation of each state and what occurred starting from 1952 and again continuing up until the present day. If we manage to complete all fifty states, i will begin work on expanding on the world outside though I have not started on this yet in great depth. I hope this has been interesting, and that it has your attention.)
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