Anna Quindlen: The Other Lincoln
[Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist and best-selling novelist Anna Quindlen joined Newsweek as a contributing editor in October 1999, succeeding the late Meg Greenfield.]
As a Catholic schoolgirl I supplemented the obligatory "Lives of the Saints" with the biographies of famous women, searching for the possibility of a future that did not include an apron. The pickings were slim: Elizabeth Blackwell, Florence Nightingale. Some of the women I learned about then are still among my heroines, especially Elizabeth I. I remain a fan of world domination and red hair.
But it was difficult to escape the cautionary tales as well, the women of history who had hitched their fortunes to some man and suffered surrogate consequences. There was Elizabeth's mother, Anne Boleyn, who gets the blame for the end of the Catholic Church in England and the lack of a male heir when her fickle husband, the king, was the culprit. There was Marie Antoinette, who was detested by the French because she was foreign—plus ça change—and who likely never said "Let them eat cake." Notoriety means winding up with your head on the chopping block.
Which means that as the Lincoln bicentennial has flooded the nation with books, documentaries and commemorative coins, the Lincoln I've been thinking about is Mary Todd, the first lady. Her story breaks my heart.
Here is how the world remembers her, if it remembers her at all: short, plump, shrewish, crazy. Here is what's important to know: smart, educated, politically engaged. She'd had 12 years of formal education while her husband had less than one; a story about her girlhood says that, seeing her running to school so eagerly, the town watchmen assumed she must be eloping. At a time when the operative mode for women was to be vacuous, she was witty and entertaining. When she went to live with her older sister in Springfield, Ill., she had her choice of the two men who would face off in the best-known debate in American history, Stephen Douglas and Abraham Lincoln. She chose the latter, although her sister called him "the plainest man" in town.
Despite his lack of grace and style, and his crippling depressions, she saw something in Lincoln that others did not. "Mary insists that I am going to be senator and president of the United States too," he once told a reporter, laughing at the thought. He returned the favor by taking her seriously; he once gave her the gift of a list of election returns from recent legislative contests, and she tied it up with a pink ribbon. He often left her alone with their sons as he rode the circuit, but when he was at home they talked politics, and she worked behind the scenes on his behalf. As her biographer Jean H. Baker notes, Lincoln's male advisers "called her ambitious, the insulting antithesis, when applied to females, of the modest deference sought in wives."...
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As a Catholic schoolgirl I supplemented the obligatory "Lives of the Saints" with the biographies of famous women, searching for the possibility of a future that did not include an apron. The pickings were slim: Elizabeth Blackwell, Florence Nightingale. Some of the women I learned about then are still among my heroines, especially Elizabeth I. I remain a fan of world domination and red hair.
But it was difficult to escape the cautionary tales as well, the women of history who had hitched their fortunes to some man and suffered surrogate consequences. There was Elizabeth's mother, Anne Boleyn, who gets the blame for the end of the Catholic Church in England and the lack of a male heir when her fickle husband, the king, was the culprit. There was Marie Antoinette, who was detested by the French because she was foreign—plus ça change—and who likely never said "Let them eat cake." Notoriety means winding up with your head on the chopping block.
Which means that as the Lincoln bicentennial has flooded the nation with books, documentaries and commemorative coins, the Lincoln I've been thinking about is Mary Todd, the first lady. Her story breaks my heart.
Here is how the world remembers her, if it remembers her at all: short, plump, shrewish, crazy. Here is what's important to know: smart, educated, politically engaged. She'd had 12 years of formal education while her husband had less than one; a story about her girlhood says that, seeing her running to school so eagerly, the town watchmen assumed she must be eloping. At a time when the operative mode for women was to be vacuous, she was witty and entertaining. When she went to live with her older sister in Springfield, Ill., she had her choice of the two men who would face off in the best-known debate in American history, Stephen Douglas and Abraham Lincoln. She chose the latter, although her sister called him "the plainest man" in town.
Despite his lack of grace and style, and his crippling depressions, she saw something in Lincoln that others did not. "Mary insists that I am going to be senator and president of the United States too," he once told a reporter, laughing at the thought. He returned the favor by taking her seriously; he once gave her the gift of a list of election returns from recent legislative contests, and she tied it up with a pink ribbon. He often left her alone with their sons as he rode the circuit, but when he was at home they talked politics, and she worked behind the scenes on his behalf. As her biographer Jean H. Baker notes, Lincoln's male advisers "called her ambitious, the insulting antithesis, when applied to females, of the modest deference sought in wives."...