Palmera (An African Resettlement AH)

The Spanish Period to Home Rule
  • Howdy all. Old veteran of the original alt.history.what-if here. Back to indulge the Vice in a particular way and for a particular purpose.

    This is an AH I've been kicking around for some time. It's for an alternate Florida which stayed in the British Empire and, in the late 18th century, became the site of British attempts to resettle freed Africans. It will later draw considerable settlement through the American Colonization Society and other channels. Palmera initially will replace the roles played by Sierra Leone and Liberia IOTL. It will eventually grow into something far different.

    The timeline will reach 2007, the point for which I have a possible novel planned. In the meantime I'd like to lay it out here and see if there are possibilities for the timeline I could be missing. So feedback and questions are appreciated.

    I'm going to start with the early history up to the point of the colony achieving Home Rule and see how it goes.

    Fair warning: these posts will be long. Warning also for occasional period-appropriate racial epithets.

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    To come in the timeline:
    The Lion's Cub, Part One. The Union of Palmera battles tides of unrest washing out from America after the Civil War, culminating in the traumatic rebellion called the Third Border War.
    The Lion's Cub, Continued. The Gilded Age unfolds in Palmera in a mingling of glory and tragedy.
    The Lion's Cub, Conclusion. The Union cautiously begins to carve out a place in the international orders of politics, finance and trade.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 1 ("Unseen Pressures Build"). On the eve of the Great War, new forces of nationalism, religion and activism are growing.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 2 ("We Shall Do What Must Be Done"). The Great War erupts, and the full cost in blood and moral compromise of Palmera's "lion's cub" aspirations becomes plain.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 3 ("Lift Every Voice and Sing"). Football, baseball and beach-side leisure provide windows onto three different episodes of postwar social change.

    Resource Posts:
    Palmera at the End of the Belle Epoque: A Snapshot. A map and a demographic summary of the Union of Palmera in the year 1914.
    Glossary of Palmey English Terms. A glossary of Palmeyisms or otherwise unfamiliar language occurring in the text. Periodically updated as the timeline advances.


    Story Posts:
    The Deal. Tequesta County's rural isolation is set to make way for an age of development... but who will benefit?
    Song of Songs. Though times are tough in the wake of the Great Tequesta Hurricane, little has changed in the rarified world of the social elite. Or has it?


    The Spanish Period: By the 16th century and the earliest historical records, major Native American groups occupying the region now known as Palmera included the Apalachees, the Utina and Timucua, the Ais, the Tocobaga, the Calusa and the Tequesta. The peninsula acquired its modern name—and was henceforth known as either La Palmera or Las Palmeras (Palmera or The Palmeras)— when Spaniard Juan Ponce de Léon landed on a Palm Sunday in 1513*.

    As Eurasian disease, wars and slave trading depopulated the region, it began to attract other forms of settler. Palmera drew free blacks looking for escape from servitude early in its modern history, and became the site of Fort Mose—a fortified town near St. Augustine where freed slaves were permitted to settle in exchange for militia service—in 1738. It was North America's first officially sanctioned free black settlement, though it was mostly abandoned during a later transition to British sovereignty when inhabitants decamped for Cuba.

    (* Ponce de Leon arriving one day late is not the actual POD. It's just an excuse for the region to have a name that distinguishes it from OTL. Everything else described is as in OTL, and no butterflies are visible at this stage -- this AH is pretty conservative about butterflies generally, I want Palmera to fit into a history whose broad outlines are similar to ours.)

    Early British Rule:
    After the British victory in the Seven Years' War in 1763, Palmera became a British colony. The British Crown divided and consolidated the Palmeras into East and West colonies and did its best to encourage English and other European settlers. These efforts had largely failed, and the Palmeras were almost totally depopulated by wars and disorders and had acquired the reputation of being an unprofitable tropical wilderness, by the time of Britain's defeat in the American Revolutionary War in 1783. Indeed the whole region might well have reverted to Spanish rule at this time, as British will to maintain it was flagging; popular legend has it that it only avoided doing so owing to a Spanish envoy's unfortunately-timed hangover during the negotiations of the Treaty of Versailles**.

    (** This the POD right here.)

    Circumstances made possible an experimental spirit that enabled Britain's first use of southern Palmera for the resettlement of Black freedmen in 1787. The project, championed by the Committee for the Black Poor in London, originally envisaged Sierra Leone in Africa as the site of choice, but Committee member Gustavus Vassa's choice of “the province of Calusa” narrowly carried the argument. The resulting colony, Eleutheria, managed to thrive sufficiently that it would recommend itself as a site of choice for the resettlement of Black Loyalists—who originally settled in New Brunswick but encountered hostility from the White populace there—starting in 1792.

    By this time, the Santo Domingo Revolt (a.k.a. The Haitian Revolution) was underway and already sending shudders through the slave-holding territories around the Caribbean, and the British crown saw the value of a freedman's colony as an example of stability and loyalty in the region. Eleutheria became the heart of its own third Palmeran province, South Palmera, in 1794; and though still under the supervision of a White Governor-General it even acquired its own parliament, in parallel to those of East and West Palmera.

    The “Black Syon” & The First Border War:
    Over the next decade, the awful consequences of the Santo Domingo Revolt and the traumatic destruction of French rule on that island brought home for some of Britain's gentry the full dangers of the slave trade. Haiti's revolution set the call for slavery's abolition more vigorously into motion than ever before, and inspired slaves elsewhere to make bids for freedom. It also cemented South Palmera—or Calusa—in its position as the anti-Haiti, a well-ordered settlement of loyalist freedmen symbolic of fealty to the Crown and harmony between free peoples.

    Increasingly over the first third of the 19th century, Calusa became a “Black Syon,” a lodestone for freedmen fleeing violence or repression, a controversial destination of choice for escaped slaves, and a site for the resettlement of slaves engaged in failed slave revolts elsewhere in the British Caribbean, or for those recovered from illegal traders after the Crown abolished the maritime trade in 1807.

    As such it drew no small amount of hostility and fear from the White settlers who were then settling the United States' “deep South” and were effecting an immense movement of slave capital along with them; it could hardly be lost on slave traders which direction escaping slaves tended to strike out in. Nor was it just the African population. The still-defiant Seminole and Creek tribes on the edges of Calusa, East Palmera (Utina) and West Palmera (Appalachee) territory were of continued and fateful concern to the American government as the age of the Indian Wars moved into full swing.

    The “Black Syon” was also bitterly resented and keenly feared by many Whites in the East and West Palmeras. Propaganda grew more and more inflammatory from this faction—who called themselves Whigs and Patriots after the revolutionary language—as to the degree to which the free Black colony was “in defiance of the natural order of God and Man” and a supposed harbour for radical Black abolitionists, maroons and brigands dreaming of wreaking Santo Domingo-style slaughter on the White man. These fears were grotesquely exaggerated, but exploited a grain of truth: in fact, though they were nowhere near so numerous and violent as White imagination made them, there were freeman brigands of the era with the intent of liberating slaves from the other Palmey colonies (or beyond), or of harassing the small number of would-be slave-holders in Calusa itself. One of the most famous of these, Titus Fox, was an ally of the Seminoles and would go on to become a folk legend.

    These tensions led Appalachee (West Palmera) to revolt against the Crown in 1810, followed closely by Utina (East Palmera) in 1811. The Appalachee colony became an ally of the American republic during the war of 1812 and within two years had secured annexation to the States. The Whigs of Utina had harder luck: their revolt was stiffly opposed by a large and determined Loyalist population and put down by swift and resolute British action, with the participation of allied militias from both Calusa and Seminole country.

    At first the Crown dealt generously with the Utina rebels, sparing many of their lives in exchange for pledges not to take up seditious arms again. The Whigs for their part were deeply embittered—in particular by the use of Black and Indian troops in suppressing them—and refused to give up the fight. For years afterward the north border country of Utina was a hotbed of banditry, race riots and opportunistic assaults on prominent Loyalists, abolitionists and free Blacks. Finally, after armistice drew America's war with the British to a close in 1814, the rebels sent an envoy to Washington to appeal for “Deliverance from the Scourges of Mad Old George along with his Followers, inimical to True Liberty one and all, and the various pet Savages and Niggers employed thereby.”

    The envoy drew no official response from Washington, where the government was less than eager to be seen breaking the recent armistice so soon. But they did manage to excite interest in a filibustering expedition—led by no less a personage than Andrew “Old Hickory” Jackson, Revolutionary War hero and Saviour of New Orleans—that attacked Utina in 1816. The attack was repulsed in the famous Battle of Fort Campbell in which Jackson and several prominent members of the expedition were killed; British patience with the Whigs was finally exhausted and known ring-leaders of the movement were rounded up and hanged shortly thereafter. This concluded the First Border War.

    There had been many attempts to launch filibustering expeditions against Palmera, but the Jackson Expedition was grander than any and its calamity cast a pall over further efforts; there would be no repeat attempt for another couple of decades thereafter. Thereafter the former Whigs and Patriots of Utina withdrew into a sullen silence, in many cases doing their best to ban coloured people from their towns and villages—efforts which the Crown officially deplored but expended no great effort to oppose, so long as they remained quiet. The Black Syon continued to be a lodestone for freedmen as the crescendo to the next great crisis built: the push for full abolition of slavery by the Crown.

    The Second Border War & The Act of Union:
    Utina's peace in the wake of the First Border War (a.k.a. “Old Hickory's War”) was uneasy. Bitterness had driven a permanent wedge between rebels and Loyalists—who now dismissed their enemies simply as Crackers—and the existing tensions only grew. But matters grew more complicated yet.

    The abolition of the slave trade had not abolished the addiction to free labour of the cotton planters in the North. Existing populations of slaves did not benefit from the freer hand in manumission that abolition of the trade had been expected to create; moreover, as the prohibition took hold and the illegal trade withered, a practice of debt peonage began to replace it. The importation of Asiatic “Coolie” labour had already begun as a replacement tactic for slavery as far back as 1807, but the peonage practice was still cheaper and easier; it took the guise of “redemption” of slaves from the southern States or points in the Caribbean, and their indenture to work off the price of that “redemption,” often at usurious interest rates which made the theoretical goal nearly impossible to attain.

    Essentially slavery under another name, “redemption” drove a fresh wedge among the Loyalists—some traditional Tories saw it as perfectly justifiable—and affronted many of Calusa's freedmen. Calusa for its part affronted the old Whigs and worried many Tories as it blossomed; particularly in that having its tempting freedom near at hand made for heavy attrition from slave and bondsman flight from the plantations. Meanwhile over the border, more than a few Americans yet dreamt of laying Old Hickory's unhappy ghost to rest with a victory over the hated British outposts at Palmera.

    It wasn't all hostility from the north, though. One group saw a great opportunity in Calusa: the American Colonization Society, founded by a New Jersey minister in 1816 to help freedmen emigrate to... well, the original idea was Africa, but mightn't the already functioning colony of freedmen nearer at hand in Palmera do just as well? After all, the Society's original scheme for repatriation—which proposed creating a new country in Montserrado up the coast from the Bight of Benin—had fallen largely on stony ground with American freedmen, most of whom seemed to find the ostensibly well-intentioned scheme an insult. John Randolph hoped to reap more enthusiastic response when he reached out to the Crown about settling freedmen at Calusa instead. At first the linkage would come to little... but in the fullness of time it would prove momentous.

    Other comings-together wrought in the intervening twenty years were just as important. In Calusa, American freedmen still dominated the population but for many of them the fervour of Haitian inspiration that had burned hot decades before was cooling into the desire for stability and prosperity. In Utina, meanwhile, a Loyalist coalition of Whites, Latinos, free Blacks and Creoles who favoured general progress toward abolition—inclusive of debt peonage—was growing. These factions in both colonies formed Freedom Parties whose goal was a Dominion peopled by “loyal subjects of the Crown” with core commitments to Christian religious virtue, free trade, the abolition of slavery, the full emancipation of slaves and the importation of Asiatic Coolie labour as a necessity of development.

    The Freedom Parties' membership went by Juckers or Jookers—meaning “fighters”—and were more than just electoral organizations. They raised funds for public works, outfitted militias, propagandized ceaselessly through their own papers (which wrote scathing articles about slavery and the white-only “sundown towns” in Utina), mobilized in great crowds and harried their Whig and Tory opponents at every turn. In Calusa their adversaries—a less violent animosity—were the Radicals or “Dooneys,” whose abolition programme was more ambitious by far than anything being debated in Britain.

    Tension between the Juckers and their enemies reached a boil in 1833 when the British abolished slavery entirely. The legislation compensated slave owners and included a six-year “apprenticeship” for the emancipated as a transition into the normal workforce; neither proposition mollified the Whigs and the second outraged the Dooneys.

    Soon the situation grew critical, especially in Utina as the pro-Whig White population, watching the onward march of full emancipation with terror and fury, formed alliances with Tories who feared it would bring the “redemption” economy to an end. By 1835 this loose alliance had organized around common ideals of nativism, White supremacy, “liberty” and anti-Asiatic sentiment into the American Party or the Brotherhood of Natives, colloquially called the Sutcheys; and eventually they organized a second attempt to revolt and join the U.S., again with the outside help of filibustering pro-slavery mercenaries, in this case to be led by the noted Far Eastern adventurer Josiah Harlan***.

    (*** IOTL Harlan's adventures inspired Kipling's "The Man Who Would Be King." I couldn't resist including him.)

    In the summer of 1836 riots erupted across the North and a number of Sutchey-affiliated towns rose up to proclaim the “Commonwealth of Utina and Greater Tallahassee.” Unfortunately the conspiracy proved leaky; some of the Sutcheys proved unable to overcome their former Loyalist instincts and go through with outright revolt. Harlan found the constabulary waiting for him—along with their own filibusters, a detachment of Bolivar's famous Albion Legion, and a formation of Calusian militia-men—when he thundered across the Alabama border into “Greater Tallahassee.” Unlike Old Hickory, Harlan escaped with his life, but his force was cut to pieces and the revolts bloodily suppressed. The Second Border War was over in a matter of months.

    The Sutchey “sundown townsmen” who'd risen had their charters revoked and their land and property confiscated; it was used to compensate the Albion Legion and others of those who helped beat back the invader at the Battle of White Oak Landing. The victorious Juckers demanded that the whole Nativist movement be ripped up by the roots, but over their objections the Crown decided to spare those who had informed against the plot and leave intact those settlements that stayed peaceful, and reprisals were discouraged. Discontent at this decision would lead the Juckers into their own push for self-government in years to come.

    The Second Border War did convince the British government that it would be easier to coordinate the defence of a unified colony (which would also be more commercially viable); at any rate the advent of abolition was deemed to have obviated the need for Calusa to be a separate self-governing enclave. An Act of Union created Palmera as a single colony, with its capital at Daltonville in the north, in 1837.

    The March to Home Rule:
    The Juckers of north and south followed the Act of Union with a union of their own, forming the United Freedom Congress in 1841. (Sceptics in Utina broke away to form their own Liberal Party, which turned out not to amount to much. Dissenters in the Calusa Freedom Party split off and joined with the Dooneys to form the Liberty and Justice Party, who at first seemed like insignificant oddballs themselves.) The Utina party was far and away the larger faction but agreed, for symbolic reasons, to headquarter the united operation in Eleutheria; it was rumoured that party leader Prosper Hazeley, aside from celebrating his own rather diluted ancestral connection to the Black Loyalists, was glad of the chance to get away from Daltonville's brawling streets from time to time.

    The years following the Second Border War held no respite from conflict. America's pro-slavery faction was growing steadily more violent and aggressive; and with aid from planter worthies of the “deep South,” in Palmey terms the "Marches" or the “Slavers' Pale,” The American Party recovered from catastrophe and grew as a threat in the north. It found fresh fuel beyond the core anti-Asiatic and pro-slavery sentiment in the rise of Irish immigration that followed the Great Famine in 1845, and poured its efforts into attracting the aid of another pro-slavery freebooter hero who might hope to overthrow Jucker rule.

    Meanwhile, new ideologies outside the ambit of any Palmey party began to crop up: in particular a variant of socialism called Droverism, championed by a former Dooney firebrand named Ulysses Newbold. The Drovers held the unsettling idea that wherever property existed, slavery in some form must follow. They were pointed critics of the Coolie labour that Juckers took for granted—they counted it only a little less savage than slavery and peonage—and of Palmera's harsh justice system whose convicts' labour was regularly leased to private concerns. (“How many a slave,” Newbold declaimed, “has made his way to Calusa and 'freedom' only to find himself clapped back in irons for a four-year term after a bar-room brawl? How many a northron ketch has howled of how the Coloured Man wanted to enslave him, only to be proven right when he was set in chains for the self-same seditious act of howling?”)

    They were sharper yet about the newly united colony's largely White, Latin and Creole champions of “Freedom”—Newbold called them Janussaries, presenting as “men of Justice in Palmera and men of Whiteness in Europe”—who bought up estates around Eleutheria and yet invited only a tiny fraction of the Black men who formed “Freedom's true army” to the table of policy, party leadership and negotiation with the Crown; and who though they championed “the full franchise for all races” also just happened to propose property-based restrictions for office-holding and poll taxes and literacy tests for voting that would exclude the poor, and most particularly the Black poor, from full participation. (For the first time in Palmeran politics the Drovers also explicitly pushed the voting rights of women.)

    Many of these arguments hit home in uncomfortable places. Still, Newbold excited more admiration than he did practical political support, and the Calusa Juckers reconciled their followers to much of what he critiqued as necessary exigencies of the day. His main contribution, aside from the Quaker-inspired socialist model communities his followers founded across the dominion, was in provoking thought and leavening of some of the Juckers' more high-handed tendencies, and especially in his influence on the policies of the emerging Liberty and Justice Party.

    The Juckers otherwise commanded considerable multiracial popularity as they squared off against the many dragons facing them. Domestic threats ranged from large and vigorous criminal and smuggler syndicates to Sutchey sedition and terrorist plots, and the added threat of aggressive trade unionism which set some more radical Drovers—impatient with the pacifism of the movement's founder—in conflict with the dominion's business class. The Juckers formed an Active Militia in 1845 to provide policing and protection from all these threats, and they were supplemented by a profusion of private investigation companies and thief-catchers.

    The Active Militia guarded against foreign threats, too; the freebooter invasion of William Walker in 1854 could easily have been the most serious attempt at external overthrow of the dominion since the First Border War had adverse weather and disorganization not diminished the advance landing party to some forty men. Walker was promptly made example—on the initiative of the Juckers, notably, who increasingly were acting as de facto government independent of the Crown—the Sutchey compatriots he named were run out of country and the remainder of his force, stranded in New Orleans, disbanded. The Governor-General reprimanded the Juckers for “over-eagerness” but took no further action.

    When Civil War wracked America, it was the Juckers' turn to harry the Slavers' Pale. Unofficial parties of raiders and freebooters struck deep into Georgia and Alabama in nuisance slave rescues that, while small, were reputed to drive the Confederate leadership near to apoplexy and might have led to a direct retaliation had not fighting the Yankees been far more pressing. The Crown remained officially neutral and condemned the actions, but again did not exert any great effort in stopping or punishing them.

    Of much greater significance to the war were smugglers' operations that sprung up in Utina in response to the Confederacy's urgent need for goods, even commodities as basic as salt. Palmera's Governor-General had announced a temporary embargo on trade with the Marches during the hostilities, it was later revealed due to pressure from Washington, who'd made a forceful case to Westminster that such a trade would materially contribute to the CSA's military capabilities and amount to a breach of neutrality. This in turn presented a large opportunity for less scrupulous operators, or those actively sympathetic to the cause of the Slavers' Pale, to flout the embargo and profit from the urgent demand. The Union blockaded Confederate ports but could not blockade Daltonville, which became a major centre for a now-illicit trade whose tendrils swiftly spread across the north.

    These smugglers were the first individuals to wear the name of wildcatter, owing to the riskiness of their ventures and predating the term's application to oil wells by a solid decade. Not a few of them were women, and were also called hoop-skirters or hoop snakes after their practice of hiding goods and money under their crinoline skirts. These operations attracted directed attention from the Active Militia in concert with various Jucker vigilante groups, and led to ever-escalating strings of arrests and seizures of property**** until the "wildcatter trails" to the CSA out of Daltonville were all but completely shut down by 1863. The alternately famous and infamous Overton Security Agency was founded and achieved its first fame in anti-wildcatter operations.

    (**** These property seizures, despite having been a clearly-announced consequence of flouting the embargo, led not a few of the wildcatters to denounce the campaign against them as being more akin to greed-motivated banditry than enforcement of the law. They would be among the major grievances behind the Third Border War.)

    In the midst of it all, the negotiations for Home Rule continued. The main portion of the Juckers' energy was taken up in putting forward a cohesive plan for developing the colony's commercial potential, managing its defense and generally reassuring Britain that “responsible Home Rule” was possible (this was mostly code for convincing Westminster that not too many Blacks would be allowed to vote or be put in charge of things). The energetic business community in Palmera both reassured and worried the Crown: it was home to success stories like the wrecker turned respectable shipping magnate Israel Cuff, a Creole “tawney” by British standards but certainly more than able to pass; and it was also home to Jeremiah Hamilton—his foes in America and Britain alike simply called him “Nigger Hamilton”—the legendarily sharp Black mogul who walked in the grayest areas of law, divided his time between Daltonville and New York and was at home in the stock exchanges of either nation.

    The unspoken question that hung over the Home Rule negotations was simply: would the spectre of “unnatural” figures like Hamilton win out over the rugged colonial charm of more “upright” figures like Cuff? The suspense was real, but the determining factor was that in the end, the Crown wanted to divest itself of Palmera and was already reasonably confident the colony could operate independently. Only the question of admitting this about the “Black Syon” was sticky, and fortunately the White Juckers and their allied “Janussaries” provided the perfect means of justifying the decision as passing the task of colonial tutelage to a sophisticated local caste capable of bearing the load. In 1867, the Home Rule Act was passed in Parliament, and the Union of Palmera achieved effective independence.
     
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    The Lion's Cub, Part One
  • Previously in the timeline:
    The Spanish Period to Home Rule. A curious twist of fate results in a British resettlement project for Black freedmen going to the depopulated southern reaches of an alternate Florida named Palmera.

    To come in the timeline:

    The Lion's Cub, Continued. The Gilded Age unfolds in Palmera in a mingling of glory and tragedy.
    The Lion's Cub, Conclusion. The Union cautiously begins to carve out a place in the international orders of politics, finance and trade.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 1 ("Unseen Pressures Build"). On the eve of the Great War, new forces of nationalism, religion and activism are growing.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 2 ("We Shall Do What Must Be Done"). The Great War erupts, and the full cost in blood and moral compromise of Palmera's "lion's cub" aspirations becomes plain.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 3 ("Lift Every Voice and Sing"). Football, baseball and beach-side leisure provide windows onto three different episodes of postwar social change.

    Resource Posts:
    Palmera at the End of the Belle Epoque: A Snapshot. A map and a demographic summary of the Union of Palmera in the year 1914.
    Glossary of Palmey English Terms. A glossary of Palmeyisms or otherwise unfamiliar language occurring in the text. Periodically updated as the timeline advances.

    Story Posts:
    The Deal. Tequesta County's rural isolation is set to make way for an age of development... but who will benefit?
    Song of Songs. Though times are tough in the wake of the Great Tequesta Hurricane, little has changed in the rarified world of the social elite. Or has it?


    THE LION'S CUB, PART ONE:
    As Prosper Hazeley's inaugural government led the nation into the age of the Home Rule, an era of fresh outward-looking confidence and innovation appeared to be dawning. It was to be an age of adventurers, inventors, explorers and scientists, reformers and revolutionaries, filled with some of Palmey history's most famous figures and accomplishments. But conflict simmered as ever beneath the surface of society and on its borders, waiting to break into fresh violence, and this glittering age would be stained with blood and fraught with painful contradictions.

    This episode will span from 1867 through 1914, looking first to the home front and then to the abroad.

    1. The Promise & Collapse of Reconstruction: Palmey hearts were optimistic, for once, about events north of the border when the forces of slavery in the Marches fell and the Civil War ended in the bold promises of Reconstruction. To be sure, the untimely death of President Lincoln by a cowardly assassin's bullet put a damper on things, the immediate betrayal of his cause by his own Vice President even more so. The nightmare circus of the Ku Klux Klan had appeared seemingly overnight and would spend years terrorizing the countryside before Washington brought it to heel.

    And yet much good still came in the wake of the war. Black America was rising up. Suddenly there were Equal Rights Leagues everywhere, almost an American version of Juckers, and there were Black officeholders across the states of what had formerly been the Slavers' Pale. Suddenly there were promises of forty acres and a mule, the prospect of real freedom for the American Negro. Not a few Palmeys conceived and carried out the notion of moving to America, joining the struggle and getting in on the general land rush. The question even began to be broached at the new parliamentary palace of the Touladi as to whether Palmera might profitably contemplate trying for American statehood herself.

    Had things gone differently, the Palmey nation as it had been might have gotten swept into the onrush of the grand American project and vanished, become a footnote in the history books as an American state replaced it. Others were more cautious, though, noting that the old Slavers' Pale might not yet be out of unpleasant surprises. And they proved prescient.

    The “Black Codes” in the Marches of course had appeared immediately, shamelessly, right in the wake of the war: essentially criminalizing being free, black and in public all at once. They were what the Equal Rights Leagues had first responded to. But as Reconstruction proceeded, the sour fury of the defeated Marchers—and if truth were told it was more than just the Marchers—grew into other things, most of all the “Jim Crow” laws and a fresh codification of caste.

    By the time the first of those laws appeared, Reconstruction was truly dead, the atmosphere of hope was fading and the brief stream of emigration had reversed into a tide of immigration. The American Colonization Society, on the verge of growing moribund, suddenly had more custom than it knew what to do with; meanwhile many of the former Equal Rights Leagues became also “Palmyran Friendship Leagues,” likewise dedicated to helping Black Americans make their way to the Black Zion. It was to be the first wave of true mass emigration out of the Pale, that generation who called themselves the Exodusters* and whose descendants, the Dusties, would shape so much of the future.

    (* The “Exodusters” were a real movement of Black Southern emigration. They went to Kansas IOTL. In this timeline Palmera is the destination for many of them; it begins a bit earlier and lasts much longer.)

    The cause of White supremacy was not about to stay behind, however. The Klan had seemingly died out as an organized force north of the border as swiftly as it arose; but the fires of hate had jumped the border. Klan chapters began to appear in the northern counties as early as 1872 as enthusiasm for the fight revived in the last remaining Sutchey communities. The cause resonated more powerfully yet among the embittered descendants of those communities smashed during the last Border War, who now thronged the streets of the cities' poorer districts and got by on what labour they could find.

    Many of the Sutcheys of both stripes had tried emigrating to the Marches too, but hadn't always found the welcome they had hoped for. Not a few found themselves treated like foreigners, or even lepers, the moment someone heard what was already become the distinctive Palmey accent come from their mouths. Many Whites in the Marches knew and grieved the failed attempts at “liberating” the Sutcheys and reasoned the deficiency must lie in them—that they had somehow angered God—or perhaps that some taint of ill-luck clung to them and might be a contagion. In rare but painful cases they even found themselves accused by their so-called “fellow” Whites of being “miscegenated.”

    Rescue was obviously not coming from such people. The old fantasies of deliverance by some enterprising filibuster hero had died at last with William Walker, at least for now, and there was no small amount of mordant cynicism in the way the Sutcheys embraced the Klan, naming their own version of the movement the Night Riders**. They had come to the view that they were their own nation and had to risk all on reclaiming “their” land from the Jucker-dominated government; and they had reason to feel strong in their cause as fresh White recruits, deeply affronted by the “insolence” of Blacks who “swanned about” the new country like everyone were really equals, rallied to them.

    (** This was an alternate name of the real Klan, or a sub-group thereof, in the Reconstruction period IOTL.)

    The Night Riders unleashed a wave of murderous terror across the north very nearly as frightful as the original Klan had managed in the Marches, and it quickly became evident that many Sutchey townships and urban networks had to be aiding and sheltering them. A frustrated mixture of militia and private constabulary began to resort to increasingly indiscriminate round-ups and brutal methods of eliciting confessions in an attempt to curb them. The private Overton Security Agency—the Toneys—became particularly known for playing rough; but this at first seemed only to multiply the Riders' numbers.

    By 1875 the second Hazeley Government had established a Secret Service to target “subversive activities.” At first it was under-resourced and clumsy, though, and the pressure and unrest built. For the Riders and the various old Americanists and Natives who found themselves confederates by default, and for those newly recruited to the cause, the undeclared conflict quickly took on the aspect of a final battle for “liberty.” For the new Union it became an early test of the viability of Home Rule and a society devoted to freedom for all. And finally, in 1878, the powder-keg of the north exploded.

    2. “Hell Breathed Out” (The Third Border War): The first two elections in Palmera had been essentially victory marches for the United Freedom Congress. The Juckers had been opposed by a scattering of relatively inconsequential opposition parties and non-partisan independents, and indeed there was already talk that partisanship itself might whither away into a national consensus robust enough to do away with such notions as the Parliamentary Whip. But none had cause to know how much more fraught things were about to become than Prosper Hazeley and his protege and deputy Minister, Emmanuel Harrington, who as Hazeley prepared for retirement was stepping up to lead the Congress in its search for a third consecutive term in power.

    Signs of a storm on the horizon were everywhere. The rise in Exoduster immigration had brought a fresh breath of energy to the Jucker cause, but the new recruits were restless and angry, with high expectations and above all full of aggressive demands that the battle against the Night Riders and others like them be prosecuted without mercy. They were worried – and not without cause, for so were the Juckers – that should the Congress' government fail, a victorious Sutchey movement with the Night Riders as its militia arm might at the very least try to establish a pro-Redemption legal status quo and to duplicate some version of the “black codes” of the American Marcher states.

    The trouble wasn't all from the Sutcheys. Loyalist militias, quite without Jucker endorsement and outside the government's control, were springing up to counter the Night Riders. One of the most infamous of them, formed by recently arrived Exodusters, called themselves the Buffalo Soldiers and had taken to lynching Sutcheys in relation for Night Rider attacks on newly-formed Black townships. Much like the Riders many of them were just criminals and malcontents exploiting trouble for their own gain. The Creek and Seminole tribes, traditional allies and considered an “inviolable” part of the Union by Jucker officialdom, were growing restive in their turn as the government tried to negotiate with them to meet the Exoduster demand for land and farms, a demand which could potentially encroach on their territories.

    In the meantime the venerable agitator Ulysses Newbold had established his own Socialist Reform Party; and by no means were all his followers peaceful, despite his protestations. The Liberal Party in the north wasn't strong as such, but it was strong enough to bleed away support the Juckers could ill afford to lose. And the Sutcheys were fielding their own party for election for the first time, a so-called National Party which had anti-Asiatic, anti-Catholic and “pro-White” sentiment and the restoration of “the compassionate necessity of the Redemption System” as planks of its platform. Simply excluding them from the elections was an option discarded on the grounds that it had no clear legal justification and might worsen the existing unrest.

    In early 1878 the Juckers were looking toward radical solutions. They solicited advice anywhere they could find it, even writing to the famous British engineer Herbert Lord Kitchener as to what remedies he might propose for a general insurrection in the north. Kitchener was reticent at first—he'd been reprimanded for violating British neutrality during the Franco-Prussian War—but Palmera being still a dominion, if only nominally, he eventually wrote back to them.

    Lord Kitchener's letter commended the military effectiveness—if not necessarily endorsing the morality—of America's use of internment camps during conflicts with the Apaches and other Indian nations some decades earlier***. He noted that “with sufficient resolve,” such tactics could swiftly break the back of a guerrilla movement “provided that a government was willing to incur its future costs.” In the event Kitchener, after requesting dispensation from his superiors, responded to entreaties and contract offers from the Juckers and came to Palmera in a brief diversion from his journey to Cyprus to carry out a mini-survey of the northern territories with a view to the usage of such tactics.

    (*** The Indian War internment camps are authentic OTL phenomena. Kitchener was the IOTL architect of the infamous concentration camp system used against the Boers in the South African War a.k.a. The Second Boer War. I don't know that American practices were his inspiration; that's entirely extemporaneous, the “tent cities” of Algeria happening around this time are just as plausible. In this timeline, Palmera serves as the trial run of such ideas for Kitchener.)

    Kitchener carried out his survey just prior to the election and his preliminary report recommended some possible sites and dispositions of troops. Given that he also had the opportunity to see a Black township just after its having been put to the torch by the Night Riders, and even narrowly escaped a Rider bullet himself—he judged them “a gaggle of mere bandits”—his recommendations were not shy of enthusiasm.

    Spring and the elections came, and it was “war at the ballot box.” Practices like bearding, ballot-stuffing and violent polling station intimidation were commonplaces of elections even at this late date, but they tainted the '78 elections so dramatically on every side that when the National Party declared Harrington's victory illegitimate, the Sutcheys had no hesitation in rising up to demand “justice” and the Night Riders took to the countryside in their boldest actions yet. It could no longer be called mere “criminality” or “banditry;” it was full-on rebellion, a Third Border War, more bitter and violent than anything since America's Bleeding Kansas in the Fifties or, for that matter, Old Hickory's Last Ride. As one National Militia Serviceman wrote to his brother, “it was as if Hell breathed out.”

    The newly-minted Harrington Government responded in force and implemented the “Kitchener Plan.” The remaining Sutchey townships were wiped out—apportioned as “federal land grants” to National Militia service-men—as their populations were herded into “strategic camps,” and massive crackdowns on the urban Sutchey populations followed swiftly. Just as Kitchener had promised, it all had the intended effect of breaking the back of the Night Rider movement; within months, the uprising was quelled and the Night Riders were explicitly outlawed.

    The spectacle of “tawneys” suppressing White rebellion, however, occasioned immense outrage in the Marches and in Britain itself. Despite the Juckers' best efforts, investigative journalists managed to report on the unsanitary and brutal conditions of the camps. In America, petitions were signed demanding that the Hayes Administration respond in force. Of course, owing to the Monroe Doctrine and to President Hayes' own utter lack of sympathy with groups like the Night Riders, it came to nothing; still, the camp system was perceived by the Juckers as potentially explosive and once stability was assured, they dismantled it at the first opportunity, leaving most of the Sutcheys to integrate into the urban workforce as best they were able.

    The Socialist and Liberal threats had failed to manifest as severely as had been expected, and the Union's first crisis had been surmounted. By the winter months of 1878, the Third Border War was over. It was the last conflict of its kind, Palmera's traumatic coming-of-age.
     
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    The Lion's Cub, Cont'd
  • Previously in the timeline:
    The Spanish Period to Home Rule. A curious twist of fate results in a British resettlement project for Black freedmen going to the depopulated southern reaches of an alternate Florida named Palmera.
    The Lion's Cub, Part One. The Union of Palmera battles tides of unrest washing out from America after the Civil War, culminating in the traumatic rebellion called the Third Border War.

    To come in the timeline:
    The Lion's Cub, Conclusion. The Union cautiously begins to carve out a place in the international orders of politics, finance and trade.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 1 ("Unseen Pressures Build"). On the eve of the Great War, new forces of nationalism, religion and activism are growing.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 2 ("We Shall Do What Must Be Done"). The Great War erupts, and the full cost in blood and moral compromise of Palmera's "lion's cub" aspirations becomes plain.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 3 ("Lift Every Voice and Sing"). Football, baseball and beach-side leisure provide windows onto three different episodes of postwar social change.

    Resource Posts:
    Palmera at the End of the Belle Epoque: A Snapshot. A map and a demographic summary of the Union of Palmera in the year 1914.
    Glossary of Palmey English Terms. A glossary of Palmeyisms or otherwise unfamiliar language occurring in the text. Periodically updated as the timeline advances.

    Story Posts:
    The Deal. Tequesta County's rural isolation is set to make way for an age of development... but who will benefit?
    Song of Songs. Though times are tough in the wake of the Great Tequesta Hurricane, little has changed in the rarified world of the social elite. Or has it?


    The Lion's Cub, Cont'd.:
    If the Third Border War was the darkness, the age that followed it was in many ways the light. Or at least, so it would be remembered.

    Emmanuel Harrington's tenure in office, granted, proved something of a disappointment. If it could be rightly said that the Sutcheys never recovered from the terrible retribution that ended their great uprising, then perhaps much the same could be said of Harrington himself. He was a man of conscience (“That most dreadful of ailments for a politician,” as the now-deceased Jeremiah Hamilton had once said of him) and those first, dark days of his government visibly aged him, turning his hair white practically overnight; many intimates reported that he was haunted by nightmares of what in latter days were called the Kitchener Camps, which entirely enervated him.

    His government was competent but unspectacular. He was credited with relatively few legislative initiatives of any real note, famed in latter days mostly for fine rhetoric – he gave a speech about reconciliation and the “Call to Brotherhood” that would become required reading in Palmey schools – and for having brought Association Football to Palmera (a major achievement to later generations of football fans, to be sure, but not exactly the stuff of Parliamentary legacy). By the end he was simply, obviously, tired, and he declined to run for reelection.

    The Juckers' man to replace him was Micajah Dalton, a direct descendant of the First Border War hero Absalom Dalton who had lent his surname to the metropolis of Daltonville and was already part of a growing pantheon of “Fathers of the Nation.” Dalton had been one of the youngest M.P.s on record when he entered politics and he took office as the youngest Prime Minister to date in his mid-Forties. He was lively, brisk and fanatical in his devotion to the country, for which he had a particular vision. It was a vision that would shape the next thirty years, under two successive Dalton Governments and the governments of like-minded successors such as Lewis Hazeley and Isaac Forsyth, with significant accomplishments and legendary conflicts both at home and abroad.

    3. “Adornments to the Union” (The Gilded Age, Palmey Style): On the home front, the Dalton Government and its successors had consistent major priorities. Firstly, the promotion of “common school” education and universities, both of which they deemed a necessity of national success; secondly, adherence to “hard money” and the gold standard (Palmeys had seen the dangers of inflation that came with paper money in the American Civil War); third, the promotion of Asiatic “Coolie” labour and convict leasing to ensure the nation's workforce remained in trim; fourth, resolute anti-socialism and the pairing of harsh measures against trade unionism with the transformation of Harrington's “Call to Brotherhood” into a practical program for a welfare state designed—based partly on the ideas of figures like Disraeli and Chancellor Bismarck—specifically to uplift the poor and blunt the appeals of Droverism and other forms of communism; fifth, the promotion of commercialized mass tourism from abroad, a phenomenon then early in its development but whose vast potential Dalton could already see in Palmera's beautiful beaches and subtropical climate.

    Lastly and by no means least, there was the aggressive pursuit of immigration from elsewhere in the Caribbean and from Black America: not least in a drive to secure reliable voters in exchange for political patronage from the Jucker machine, but also in a bid to secure the kinds of citizens who would be an “adornment” to the Union*.

    (* Technically, of course, more than enough butterflies should be at work by this point that historical figures would be represented by analogues... but I'm playing fast and loose with this, there are some historical figures I can't resist.)

    It was the first and last of these priorities that defined the age in the popular imagination. The Hillsborough Institute was founded early in the Dalton years and if Daltonville's half-century-old Frankham College was the nation's Harvard, Hillsborough would quickly become her Yale. Its luminaries would include figures like W.E.B. DuBois, a co-founder of the Chicuchatty Movement which would champion Black rights across the globe during the Twentieth Century; the chemists Percy Julian and Marie Maynard Daly; the mathematician Philander Grayson; the historian Solomon Hustus; the feminist philosopher Septima Dunham; and many, many more, including a who's who of names in politics, law and finance. Perhaps none would become better-known as exemplars of the era than the inventors Elijah McCoy and Lewis Latimer (a former Canadian and an Exoduster respectively), who engaged in fierce and famous combat over patent rights for everything from the phonocaster to the electric light bulb to transformer systems to mechanical lubrication**.

    (** DuBois – of course – and Julian and Daly are historical figures. DuBois' “Chicuchatty Movement” is this timeline's counterpart of his OTL “Niagara Movement,” named in this case to evoke the natural force of a hurricane instead of the eponymous falls of the real movement. McCoy and Latimer are both historical inventors, too; here they are essentially Palmera's Edison and Tesla, with a profile that reflects fewer obstacles and greater access to money, apprentices and media interest in their careers of this timeline.)

    “Adornments to the Union” generally meant Coloured settlers of Christian faith—schemes to recruit European settlement were swiftly quashed, the Sutcheys were enough trouble as it was—but as McCoy and Latimer demonstrated it could also mean very specific worthies. Some of these earned the Prime Ministers' personal attention, though not everyone flocked to the call, and universities alone were not enough. Popular legend would have it that the Hillsborough Institute relentlessly pursued Frederick Douglass to take on the newly-created Gairway Chair in History—reputedly endowed and created with him in mind by a personal friend of the Prime Minister's—but that he replied “an American I was born, and an American I shall die;” and whether or not Douglass really said this, it was true to the sentiments of many African-Americans who remained committed to the country of their birth for all its flaws.

    Others, though, were excited by the opportunities Palmera appeared to offer. Norris Wright Cuney was lured from his beloved Texas with the promise of advantageously structured loans and the opportunity to go into business for himself on a large scale, eventually building a shipping and rail empire—that moved freight and laid track across the Caribbean, up into the Marches and eventually across the globe. (His consortium, the Union Mercantile Company, would play a notable role in Palmera's foreign affairs as well as providing a launching pad for not a few glittering business careers on the home stage.) The famous J.C. Merrick's brokerage firm would owe its existence to an enterprising insurance man's business trip that turned into permanent citizenship and a passion for large-scale stock trading***.

    (*** Cuney was a stevedore, union organizer and successful politician IOTL Texas. In this timeline his knowledge of dockwork leads to an interest in shipping, freight and finally rail. J.C. Merrick is a.k.a. John Merrick, still a co-founder of North Carolina Mutual Life Insurance in this timeline but who discovers further passions on exposure to the greater scope of Daltonville's stock exchange.)

    Palmey gentry of the age were determined to patronise culture, too, as both symbolic and celebratory of the nation's achievements. Daltonville --and in short order, the fast-growing metropolis of Hillsborough (which lent its name to its home county)-- acquired their own theatres and operas and produced great divas like Sani DuValle, one of the first voices to be recorded on phonocaster. The symphony featured such composing greats as Samuel Coleridge-Taylor and Othello Minton, both of whom toured both America and Europe. The Creole or Popular Theatre, also called the Lanney Opera (what in America was called vaudeville) came into its own with the works of Knapp, Fleming & Gaine. The minstrel show had already made its way in from America too, though Palmey audiences expected the performers to cut away the blackface and broad racialist comedy and by now it had recombined with various sorts of folk music from elsewhere in the Caribbean to become doekoe or landship music, whose first known star was the colourfully named Monday Delistatious. Ragtime and blues joined the cultural pantheon after the turn of the century****.

    (**** I did not make up the surname Delistatious, hand to God, but these figures are otherwise fictional save Coleridge-Taylor, who enjoys better remuneration, a longer life and a bigger body of work in this timeline. If I start going on about the ragtime and blues legends I'm tempted to include here this will go on forever, their fates can be left to imagination for now.)

    Tourists flocked to the country, which advertised its natural beauty and cultural endowments aggressively abroad. For many Whites, there was a kind of novelty in the idea of the “Black Syon” and in seeing Coloured men “play at” being cultured, as they thought of it, or an exoticism in cuisine and popular theatre that was available nowhere else (Palmeys were little interested so long as their money was good); for many African-Americans the sense of freedom, safety and lack of obstacle the country afforded was revelatory.

    However, for all the impressive lists of names and endeavours, not everyone was fond of the new Daltonian Era. As Palmey cities grew rapidly, so did crime therein, and schools of “gentlemen's self-defence” and “scientific self-defence” proliferated. The National Militia Service grew and diversified, but its military and policing missions began to conflict—some would have said they were always in conflict—and at the municipal level policing remained disturbingly “Wild West” until reforms introduced during the second Dalton Government. Even after policing modelled on the Metropolitan force in London finally came to Palmera, urban planning and public safety fought to keep up with immigration, and Mark Twain remarked on visiting the country (or at least Daltonville and Hillsborough) that “In Palmera alone has the Coloured man excelled the White man in the art of making life raucous, reeking, restless, rude and generally intolerable.” *****

    (***** I'm assuming something similar to Sam Clemens' IOTL tour of the British Empire in 1897 still happens and that Palmera is a stop thereon.)

    Not a few of the Exodusters, who had been good Juckers almost to a man in their initial days, were suspicious of Dalton's ideological priorities: in particular of his insistence on the gold standard (many thought bimetallism was the way to go+), and his promotion of patronage and the welfare state which they thought corrupting to the pioneering morals of a free people (and it was not lost on many that it was also a sly way of undercutting workers' interest in trade unionism). As part of this last, some found themselves unsure of how to feel about the fact that women could vote; a “widows and spinsters” provision had been on the books since the early days of Home Rule and Dalton had passed a universal provision before his second election, cannily calculating that female voters might favour him for championing their rights. Above all, many of them thought that the country's apparent interest in foreign adventurism – as we will see below – should be taking a back seat to domestic development.

    (+ Bimetallism vs. the gold standard was the big monetary policy debate of this period in America, and I see no reason Palmeys shouldn't get in on at least a few truly baffling artefacts of American political controversy.)

    The prime beneficiary of this dissent was the Liberty & Justice Party, which began to contend with the Congress in a serious way from the Nineties through the elections of 1914 and was so closely identified with first- and second-generation Exoduster voters that their nickname became the Dusties. The other was the Socialist Party, who were not much of an electoral threat but remained a strong voice for trade unionism, anti-imperialism and even outright communism. They held the moral high ground for some time, and it wasn't just the Socialists who deplored the constant crackdowns on Drover rallies by Toney security men... at least not until the Sutcheys hit on adopting Socialist ideology themselves (sort of) and formed explicitly racialized Free Workers' Parties of their own++.

    (++ Anton List or a close counterpart exists in this timeline, and Ariosophy – occult precursor of Germany's völkisch movements and of Nazism – is sufficiently in the air by the late 1890s to have come to the attention of the Free Workers' Parties, who are essentially manifesting protofascism here.)

    These Parties, which were responsible for bloody anti-Semitic and anti-Asian riots in the late Nineties and again in 1908, were loud and violent but didn't remotely speak for all Sutchey workers. Elements among both the Drovers and the Sutcheys worked to cross the boundaries of racial animosity and form a united solidarity movement, and even had some success. Despite this, the movements remained predominantly separate and, what was worse, solidarity work led unfairly to the conflation of the Socialists and Sutchey “anarchism,” “Riderism” and “terrorism” in some minds. The 1908 riots were bad enough to prompt the first Forsyth Government's across-the-board anti-Socialist crackdown which jailed or exiled so many leaders that it effectively spelled the end of both the Free Workers' Parties and the Droverist era of the Palmey left. (The memories of that crackdown would be a formative moment in the life of a young son of Jamaican immigrant workers by the name of Marcus Mosiah Garvey, Jr.)

    Other civil and workers' rights movements of the day fared better, though in some cases this wasn't saying much. The Creek and Seminole Tribes did indeed come under significant land pressure from Exoduster and other settlers, and from federal land grants for militia service that gave culleys (thirty-six-acre patches) to distinguished veterans. Many tribal members had in fact served with the milita and been granted culleys of their own... except for the part where they didn't recognize the practice of breaking up land this way and were demanding the negotiation of more comprehensive and collective treaties. In the end the Dalton Government managed to head off conflict by negotiating large compensation packages for the Tribes in exchange for their land—Militia servicemen played a role here as bridges in the negotiations, intent on averting a Palmey Indian War—and many of their descendants assimilated into the Creole population. It was a deal that pleased nobody in the end, but at least there was no violence.

    The Indo-Palmeran Association founded in 1880 by George Mehta was a strong voice throughout the period for improving the working conditions, compensation and access to property and voting rights (which were still linked) for the Asian labour-force, the “coolies” who faced harsh conditions while under indenture and were effectively frozen out of the Palmera's real estate markets and political life thereafter. They succeeded in abolishing dodgy “recontracting” practices that came perilously close to enslaving coolies, and waged passionate battle – which would finally see success in middle 1920s – against the provisions of a Good Neighbours Act that allowed communities and landowners to forbid the sale of properties to “religious or political undesirables” (which basically tended to mean Hindus, Muslims, Jews, labour agitators, Haitians and Sutcheys).

    In the latter struggle the IPA were aided by the Rabbi Samuel Rohakar Ethiopian Hebrew Society – a branch of Bene Israel Judaism that had come to Palmera with the coolie trade from Bombay in the 1870s+++ and that, known for its charitable works, had won converts among the Black and Creole populations – and by the Allied Mothers of the Nation, a multi-denomination feminist organization which took up causes ranging from temperance to prison reform to more aggressive poverty relief (especially for the Sutchey population) and the abolition of all property restrictions on the franchise.

    (+++ A counterpart, larger and more successful, of the Beth Shalom congregation IOTL Chicago, which likewise came from Bombay. Given that Palmera is a nation in the process of being born out of its own episode of Exodus, the fictional Rabbi Rohakar falls in more fertile soil by far than his IRL counterpart Rabbi Horace Hasan.)

    Along with various reformist pastors and clergymen, the Mothers also led the charge against another perceived ill of the day, that same ill of 'foreign entanglement' that gave so many Dusties pause. But that issue would prove complicated, as it touched on a key obsession of Dalton and his successors: the idea of Palmera as “The Lion's Cub.”

    (The Lion's Cub will conclude in Parts 4 & 5, treating of foreign affairs.)
     
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    The Lion's Cub, Conclusion
  • Previously in the timeline:
    The Spanish Period to Home Rule. A curious twist of fate results in a British resettlement project for Black freedmen going to the depopulated southern reaches of an alternate Florida named Palmera.
    The Lion's Cub, Part One. The Union of Palmera battles tides of unrest washing out from America after the Civil War, culminating in the traumatic rebellion called the Third Border War.
    The Lion's Cub, Continued. The Gilded Age unfolds in Palmera in a mingling of glory and tragedy.


    To come in the timeline:

    The Hinge of History, Pt. 1 ("Unseen Pressures Build"). On the eve of the Great War, new forces of nationalism, religion and activism are growing.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 2 ("We Shall Do What Must Be Done"). The Great War erupts, and the full cost in blood and moral compromise of Palmera's "lion's cub" aspirations becomes plain.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 3 ("Lift Every Voice and Sing"). Football, baseball and beach-side leisure provide windows onto three different episodes of postwar social change.

    Resource Posts:
    Palmera at the End of the Belle Epoque: A Snapshot. A map and a demographic summary of the Union of Palmera in the year 1914.
    Glossary of Palmey English Terms. A glossary of Palmeyisms or otherwise unfamiliar language occurring in the text. Periodically updated as the timeline advances.

    Story Posts:
    The Deal. Tequesta County's rural isolation is set to make way for an age of development... but who will benefit?
    Song of Songs. Though times are tough in the wake of the Great Tequesta Hurricane, little has changed in the rarified world of the social elite. Or has it?


    The Lion's Cub, Conclusion:
    Micajah Dalton's famous goodwill tour of Europe and the British Empire in 1884 was one of the most ambitious such undertakings of the time—indeed of any time—and was extraordinary not just for its scope, but what it represented: the friendly and non-threatening but also unambiguous staking of a place on the world stage by what the world considered to be essentially a Black-ruled state.

    Dalton himself was what Americans would have considered an “octoroon;” he was the sort of person you couldn't mistake for having African heritage unless he told you so. Not so his wife, Maria Dalton nee Tippenhauer, who was a “mulatto” (a “Lanney” in Palmeran terms) of Haitian-Germanic descent, and who with her magnetic charisma, exotic appearance and minute attention to the details of household and entertainment was considered by many the real attraction of the business. Both British and European press tended to treat them like distinguished barbarian potentates, something in the style of Turkish or Arab royalty, but anyone directly exposed to their charms came to regard them as being of “impeccable manners and character and a credit to their Race and Nation,” as one British newspaper famously put it.

    The couple and their considerable entourage staged an international tour whose expenses dropped jaws and excited comparisons to the Hajj of Mansa Musa that were hyperbolic, but that correctly captured the enterprise's significance on the stage of civilization. They visited a half-dozen major European capitals after London, their sojourns in Paris and Berlin being of particular note, and thereafter toured Istanbul, Egypt, Ethiopia, Kenya, South Africa and British West Africa, feted wherever they went. They made a particular point of starting their tour, however, not with London but in the Americas, with the British dominions of the Caribbean – along with former French and Spanish domains there, Haiti and Dominica notably included – and then of Washington and Ottawa before embarking for “the abroad” proper.

    There was more than just goodwill at work here, although Palmera sorely needed foreign goodwill – and knew it – in the wake of the lingering adverse press of the Third Border War, and Dalton made a great point of his Government's plans for gracious reconciliation wherever he went. The Freedom Tour was even more notable for who went in its train and the business that was conducted in its course. A foundation for future endeavour was being laid here, the basis of what Dalton was determined would be Palmera's role on the world stage.

    There was a common saying of Prosper Hazeley's that Micajah Dalton lived by and that attracted his interest just as much as nation-building at home, that he indeed regarded as inseparable from it. Haiti, the Caribbean's other “Black state,” was already sinking into poverty and isolation and he was determined that Palmera should not suffer the same fate. The antidote, in his estimation, was claiming a place among the Imperial “cubs” of the British lion.

    For Hazeley had said: “If Britain be a Lion, then Palmera is her mightiest cub.” When he said those words they were mostly aspiration, and distinctly unamusing to the much larger Canadian dominion which had won its own emergence into Responsible Government contemporary with Palmera's rise to Home Rule. It was the Daltonian Era that made Hazeley's aspirations if not an unequivocal reality, at least made a solid argument for “Freedom's Union” as a contender.

    4. The Delicate Dance of the Abroad: Palmera was no stranger to acting beyond her borders even before 1884. Before the domestic troubles leading to the Third Border War had manifested, many officers and soldiers of the National Milita Service fought for the pro-abolitionist cause—beside some mighty odd bedfellows—in the Seven Years' War that led to the founding of an independent Cuban Republic*. The Palmeys were a small part of the anti-monarchist faction, but a well-trained, motivated and crucial one whose interventions rescued the revolutionary cause more than once. This conflict was the very reason that general conscription of eighteen-year-old males was adopted in Palmera in 1870, a proviso of citizenship that remained remarkably unquestioned by any side in the political arena – even the Socialists – and that persisted thereafter. In point of fact one of the grievances of the Allied Mothers of the Nation (in seeming contradiction of their anti-imperialist stance more generally) was that women were not also required to serve, implying a subordinate or less necessary place in the nation's business.

    (* IOTL this was a Ten Years' War that led to victory for the monarchists, and Cuba would need two further wars to win her independence. The reference to “odd bedfellows” is to the fact that the abolitionists in Cuba were themselves the kinds of businessmen and planters who might have favoured slavery in earlier circumstances, but due to technological developments and a successful argument for transition and compensation by the abolitionists now found themselves, in a bizarre reversal, trying to win free of a reactionary Spanish parliament that was determined to do nothing to stem the tide of the illegal slave trade and help her colony to a post-slavery economy.)

    It was the Seven Years' War that produced Prosper Hazeley's conviction that Palmera could do good on the broader world stage. Some activists of later generations would indict the Union's involvement in foreign conflicts as profiteering, the so-called “business of secondary empire,” in which Palmera was a glorified version of the “secondary empires” of the African continent who depended on British technology and worked tamely on the British Empire's behalf in exchange. The comparison would hit uncomfortably close to home, with financial rather than technological dependence being Palmera's Achilles' heel; but there was more than mere business in the Jucker politics of the Belle Epoque, even though business certainly profited by it. Underlying it all was a seriously-felt commitment to what the Juckers of the day saw as the politics of Black liberation across the globe.

    Still, it was a pragmatic commitment, cognisant of the boundaries within which it had to work. Palmey politicians were keenly aware of the growing instability of the world stage on which their enterprise was launching. They were also keenly aware of the dangers of accruing too much ill-will from the power centres of Europe, especially the financial sectors, from which amputation would mean a slow death. For as much as Dalton and his successors were accused by some at home of “reckless adventurism” in fact their endeavours beyond their borders were cautious, limited and strategic, wary of pushing the Crown too far or interfering in the business of European empire-building too dramatically. They worked around the edges and interstices of the emerging Western system, seeking out what opportunities they could.

    The Seven Years' War in Cuba had been a case in point. Palmera prosecuted her role in it as a guarantor and supporter of the maritime ban on slavery which by then was six decades old and remained a core cause of the Royal Navy. Jucker freebooters ranged out into the Atlantic in the same cause, in particular deliberate intervention into the ongoing illegal importation of slaves not only into the Caribbean, but into Brazil; such figures operated with winking knowledge of a sympathetic British Crown that could not openly endorse them, and came to form the elite of the National Militia's Naval Service, which was founded in 1870 and fully operational by the time the Seven Years' War drew to a close in '74.

    The expansion of Palmey influence in the Caribbean and the Americas was likewise circumspect, painting within the lines of British interests. Palmey Creoles and Blacks brokered business relationships outside the former British sphere of influence—especially in Haiti—while Palmera's reassuring faithfulness assured her a leading role within that same sphere. Palmera negotiated the annexation of small colonial territories the Crown was no longer keen on maintaining (Britain's focus having long shifted to the Scramble for Africa and the Raj in India), such as the Bahamas, the British Leeward and Windward Islands and the Turks and Caicos, where the Union took on a leading role and served to buffer the Crown against local controversies. To other former colonies like Barbados, British Honduras, British Guiana, Montserrat and Nevis, Dominica, St. Kitt's, Trinidad and Tobago and Jamaica, the Palmeys came to serve as a local primus inter pares and a conduit to crucial markets abroad.

    With Haiti there was a complicated relationship, at some turns respectful (for Haiti had, after all, managed the only successful slave rebellion in history), at other turns condescending owing to what Palmeys perceived to be the Haitian tendencies toward corruption and rabble-rousing; but above all pragmatic, seeking advantage for Palmey traders in the country and advantage from the labour of Haitian migrants, for whom Palmera was the number one destination.

    Meanwhile, with the great Goliath next door, the United States, Palmera assumed a posture of cooperation if not exactly friendship, but the relationship remained a wary one. America had deep conflicts about Palmera's role in the region, just as Britain did: on the one hand, the Palmey role as the anti-Haiti and as a release valve for racial tensions in the South and elsewhere was of genuine value, no matter your racial inclinations**; on the other hand, virtually everything about Palmera affronted Jim Crow era sensibilities and the ingrained assumptions of racial caste in a way that went deeper than logic. Rumours of terrorist plots and “atrocities,” more reflective of fear than fact, periodically kindled on both sides of the border—but especially in the Marches—like brushfires, sometimes finding opportunistic demagogues ready to fan the flames. It was delicate work putting them out again, though on the whole appreciation of everyone's interests in stability by the political elites of both nations kept the rash elements from doing too much damage.

    (** There were white supremacists IOTL who were strange bedfellows of Garveyism and Pan-Africanism in much the same way, basically the same phenomenon as the American Colonization Society in an earlier era.)

    With Canada the vexation of these questions seemed to be made a little cooler by distance or climate, although the underlying problems were the same; a certain added measure of goodwill came from seeing Canada as a contemporary among the British “cubs,” and the Palmeys cultivated a close relationship and a two-way status of favoured trade that ensured, among other things, the Naval Service's access to the products of Canadian shipyards. With Mexico under the Porfiriate relations were cordial but cool; Palmey companies sought access and opportunities there but officially the country's practice of debt peonage was an offense to the principles of freedom.

    The shape of Dalton's goodwill tour followed these basic priorities of necessity: first the local “secondary empire,” then North America, then London, then Europe, and then the rest of the “abroad,” especially Africa. And next to the Caribbean, it was in Africa and matters related to the continent where Palmera's “adventurism” would most shape the nation's soul.

    5. Dirty Hands (“Phineas Plumb” & The Secret History of Special Branch): The role described in the path of Dalton's goodwill tour would be carried out by a coterie of businessmen, intellectuals, diplomats and politicians who travelled in the tour's train, often quietly arranging side-meetings and backroom deals while the Daltons themselves took the spotlight. Working around the edges, smoothing obstacles, identifying threats and opportunities alike, was the Secret Service Prosper Hazeley had founded in the early Seventies; and its most clandestine work both at home and overseas was carried out by Special Branch, who ran operations that touched on virtually every theatre of Palmey foreign endeavour.

    During the 1920's, a spy novelist under the obvious pseudonym “Phineas Plumb” wrote a sensational series of books about the Special Branch called Dirty Hands, which affected to be the fictionalised memoirs of a single agent who—quite cynical about his career in retrospect—seemingly managed to participate in every major historical event of Palmera's foreign policy for thirty years between 1884 and 1914. The stories were mostly dismissed at the time as outrageous fiction; it was only far later, when documents of the era were declassified, that it came to light that many of the “fictional” adventures of Phineas Plumb were based on real operations that only a serving member of Special Branch, or someone of equivalent clearance, could have known about.

    The real identity of Phineas Plumb remains conjecture, with the most common suspicion falling on Nathanial Conant, who rose from field agent to director during the period the Dirty Hands novels describe. As for the novels that later turned out to be factually based, they numbered over a dozen and gave a sense of the Palmey notion of “foreign adventure” at the time:

    The Keeper of the Door: After a failed attempt to relieve the Siege of Khartoum in 1884, Special Branch instead infiltrates the Mahdist state's invasion of Ethiopia in 1888 and helps—by equal parts luck and design, if you believe the novel—to engineer the Mahdist army's defeat at the Battle of Gallabat in 1889. It leads to a Palmey freebooter being named Dejazmatch (Viceroy) to Yohannes IV and inaugurating a long relationship between the two countries***.

    (*** IOTL Yohannes IV died of misadventure at the Battle of Gallabat, which was a Pyrrhic victory for the Mahdists.)

    The Galana Gambit: A Palmey ivory trader in early Nineties Kenya becomes the target of a mysterious plot to force him to sell his shares in the British East India Company**** at a loss to a shadowy investor. It's up to “Phineas Plumb” to work out the “investor's” identity and persuade them to drop the harrassment by all necessary means.

    (**** Technically Palmeys are still British subjects and by the terms of the company's charter have the same rights to commercial and political activity in Kenya as the Brits themselves, but obviously Kenya's burgeoning White settler community might see things differently.)

    The Exiled Queen: In 1886 Palmera is the last of several countries to receive a petition from Queen Ranavalona III of Madagascar to help preserve her country's independence in the face of French aggression*****. Palmera cannot drive out the French expedition, but calculates that the British Crown won't be unhappy to see their rival power embarrassed, and Special Branch deploys “Phineas Plumb” in an expedition to rescue the Queen and her retinue and spirit them away to Eleutheria. She becomes the first exiled African royalty resident in Palmera, a prelude to more famous examples to come.

    (***** Madagascar tried appealing to the United States for this purpose IOTL.)

    The Nightingale of Bethlehem: It is the turn of the century and the old nightmare of the 'Kitchener Camps' – under the very man's military command – has reappeared in the South African War+. Joanna Champlin, the already-famous war nurse leading a mission from the newly-founded Palmera Red Cross, is determined to leave the comfort of the cities and treat both the African and Boer victims of the camps. Special Branch has sent her a protector in “Phineas Plumb,” disguised as one of her expedition's doctors but really tasked with protecting her from a mysterious stalker. (This one is unusually larded with what sound like a man's wistful romantic fantasies.)

    (+ Basically the same as the Boer War camps of OTL, except with the addition of a New World Red Cross organization in-theatre willing to try working in them; here the Palmey motivation is probably part expiation for the darker happenings of the Third Border War. The mission of the British Red Cross is focused on the soldiers as in OTL.)

    The Prophet of Spring Garden: The only daughter of a powerful political family vanishes during a visit to the Jamaica Exhibition of 1891. Special Branch track her to the compound of a Shaker community in British Guiana, where a new prophet with a disturbing revelation has been attracting wayward youth from all over the Caribbean++. It is up to “Phineas Plumb” to rescue her.

    (++ The Jamaica Exhibition and its role in attracting early tourism to the island is as in OTL. The Shakers had mostly died out by this time in our history; in this timeline they've gotten a new lease on life as growers of crops and herbal medicines in the Palmey sphere of influence, where they will give birth to new religious movements like the one seen fatefully emerging in this “novel.”)

    The Rebels of Monte Plata and The Ghosts of Trans-Makona+++: Both are more cynical tales set in the first decade of the twentieth century, wherein “Phineas Plumb” is sent forth to find and eventually kill local rabble-rousers opposed to commercial projects of the Union Mercantile Company (gold in the first case, rubber plantations in the second), the excuse provided in both cases being their involvement in ritual killings and “black magic.”

    (+++ In the Dominican Republic and “Montserrado” -- IOTL Liberia – respectively. In the latter case, Palmera's activity significantly pre-dates but parallels actual pan-Africanist attempts to get in on the rubber trade in our history.)

    The Butcher's Bill: One of the most infamous of Special Branch's operations, which could indeed have precipitated a major international incident, was the assassination of Leopold II – the so-called Butcher of Congo – in 1902. In fact even the “novelistic” claim of Palmera being involved caused a sensation when this book was published. According to “Phineas Plumb,” Special Branch arranged the monarch's death specifically in vengeance for the Congolese slain and pinned it on an Italian anarchist++++.

    (++++ IOTL an Italian anarchist did in fact take a shot at Leopold II in this year and missed him so narrowly that foreign heads of state congratulated him on his escape. This time there is a second shooter waiting in the wings behind the patsy.)

    The Apostate: More sombre and bitter in tone than the other “adventures,” this is the Dirty Hands novel that sees “Phineas Plumb” finally hang up his hat. Special Branch send him to track an executive for the Union Mercantile Company who has vanished in Paris, alarming his family at home and taking key company secrets with him. Plumb at first assumes the man has been kidnapped, but later discovers that he is one of those famous coloured “Janussaries” who could pass for White, and has decided to slip away into a new identity on the European continent, leaving his old family behind. Most bitterly of all, the assignment is not to return him to Palmera, but to blackmail him into continued support of the Company with revelation of his secret; a secret the Service is all too willing to let him keep if he continues to serve the cause+++++.

    (+++++ Attrition on “Black” identity and the phenomenon of people “slipping away into Whiteness” is a constant of history and will be a temptation even in this timeline. The strategy for turning such defections to advantage described here is ruthless, but it's simply a particular expression of a well-worn intelligence tactic, known in our age as kompromat.)

    Phineas Plumb later comes out of retirement, in the novels at least, to participate in the Great War; as will Palmera herself. That will be material for future posts.
     
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    Palmera at the End of the Belle Epoque: A Snapshot
  • Timeline Posts:
    The Spanish Period to Home Rule. A curious twist of fate results in a British resettlement project for Black freedmen going to the depopulated southern reaches of an alternate Florida named Palmera.
    The Lion's Cub, Part One. The Union of Palmera battles tides of unrest washing out from America after the Civil War, culminating in the traumatic rebellion called the Third Border War.
    The Lion's Cub, Continued. The Gilded Age unfolds in Palmera in a mingling of glory and tragedy.
    The Lion's Cub, Conclusion. The Union cautiously begins to carve out a place in the international orders of politics, finance and trade.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 1 ("Unseen Pressures Build"). On the eve of the Great War, new forces of nationalism, religion and activism are growing.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 2 ("We Shall Do What Must Be Done"). The Great War erupts, and the full cost in blood and moral compromise of Palmera's "lion's cub" aspirations becomes plain.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 3 ("Lift Every Voice and Sing"). Football, baseball and beach-side leisure provide windows onto three different episodes of postwar social change.

    Other Resource Posts:
    Glossary of Palmey English Terms. A glossary of Palmeyisms or otherwise unfamiliar language occurring in the text. Periodically updated as the timeline advances.

    Story Posts:
    The Deal. Tequesta County's rural isolation is set to make way for an age of development... but who will benefit?
    Song of Songs. Though times are tough in the wake of the Great Tequesta Hurricane, little has changed in the rarified world of the social elite. Or has it?


    Here's a demographic snapshot of the Union as it looks by the end of that last chapter, in 1914. Now with a map added, thanks to the kind effort and collaboration of @HowAboutThisForAName, the estimable Dain-Siegfried! See the full-sized version here, and be sure to check out his other amazing cartographic work.

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    Map Notes: About 70% of Palmera's population at this time is still rural, living in villages of a few hundred people too small to appear on a map. Daltonville is far and away the largest city at about 160,000 people. Tallahassee, Hillsborough and Eleutheria have populations of about 54,000 each. Other towns have populations a couple thousand strong (a quarter of these are represented here). With thanks again to @HowAboutThisForAName who also contributed nearly a third of the town names here: Little Bombay, Dominion, Bethlehem, Port Syon, Vidal, Titus (my personal fave), Hazeleyville and New Albion.

    Country Name: Union of Palmera
    Flag: Ensign of Freedom
    Motto: Constantia fideles defendit (“Truth Protects the Faithful”)
    Anthem: “The Song of Freedom”
    Royal Anthem: “God Save the King”
    Official Languages: English
    Recognized National Languages: English, Seminole

    Capital: Eleutheria (legislative & administrative), Daltonville (judicial)
    Government: Federal parliamentary constitutional monarchy
    Monarch – King George V​
    Governor General – Godfrey Clemens​
    Prime Minister – Isaac Forsyth, Deputy P.M. – Lemuel Bolton [1]​
    Chief Justice – Augustine Ripley [2]​
    Legislature: Parliament [3]
    House of Commons – Lower House​
    Senate – Upper House​
    Establishment: from United Kingdom
    Southern Palmera Settlement Act – 1787​
    Act of Union – 1836​
    Home Rule Act (a.k.a. Dominion Act) – 1867​

    Other:

    [1] The country's executive branch, overseen by the Prime Minister, was represented at the county level by the 13-strong Council of Executive Magistrates (with four non-voting commissioners from the overseas territories), locally elected rather than appointed offices. Since the first Dalton Government it had become tradition for the Deputy PM to head the Council. As of 1914, Congress Magistrates were outnumbered by Magistrates of another party – the Liberty & Justice Party – for the first time since Home Rule, by a slim margin of seven to six.​

    [2] The Judiciary was co-headed by the Ministry of Justice and an independent General Court of Appeal. Daltonville was made a judicial capitol in 1867 as a temporary measure to aid coordination with a newly-minted National Militia Service. Nearly half a century later the anticipated relocation to Eleutheria still hadn't happened.​

    [3] The United Freedom Congress dominated the Commons (forty seats to twenty-five) and especially the Senate, which had started out as a body of prominent non-partisan citizens but which gradually seated partisan candidates until this point, where all thirty-nine seats were held by the UFC.​
    Land Area: 167,702 sq. km.
    Population: 1.844 million
    Currency: Union dollar ($) (UPD) [4]
    GDP per capita: $13,293 UPD ($8,861 USD)

    [4] The Union dollar was still young at this point. It began to be minted during the first Lewis Hazeley Government in 1896; before this the British pound was used.​

    Racial / Ethnic Groups:
    White – 27%
    Creole[5] – 22%
    Black [5] – 38%
    Asian – 12%
    Latino[6] – 5%
    Seminole[6] – 2%
    Other – 1%

    [5] To the kind of eyes used to the “one-drop rule” of defining blackness (as in America), Palmera was very much a majority Black or Coloured country with a multiracial ruling elite less than two-fifths White. Palmeys were aware that this was how their country was seen and often celebrated the fact as a connection to their heritage as the “Black Zion.” When dealing with foreigners on home soil no further distinctions were generally made—indeed solidarity with Black identity was often pointed and vocal, particularly if condescending or critical commentary about “the Negro” should happen to come up—and though very fair Creoles might try to “pass” in other countries it was certainly not something to brag about doing at home.​
    In Palmey terms, “Creole” mostly meant people of mixed race, especially a mixture of African and some traceable European, Asian, Native or Hispanic background. “Black” meant someone of obvious African heritage who couldn't trace any other form of background with certainty. Both categories represented a wide variety of actual skin tones, but there was a noticeable pattern of colourism and classism in how they were used: Creoles were expected overall to have lighter skin and come from “older,” wealthier families. There was particular prestige in having European heritage lines or in being able to trace one's Black heritage to the earliest Loyalist settlers.​
    [6] Both Latinos and Seminoles were ethnic groups whose members identified with a range of different “racial” categories. This overlap is why the percentage figures here add up to more than a hundred.​

    Religion:
    Baptist – 41%
    Methodist – 25%
    Catholic – 10%
    Pentecostal[7] – 7%
    Hindu – 7%
    Anglican[8] – 3%
    Muslim – 2%
    Adventist – 2%
    Spiritualist[9] - 2%
    Jewish[10] – 1%
    Other – 1%

    [7] Pentecostalism, a descendant of the “Holiness movement” in Methodism, was just over a decade old by 1914 and already the phenomenal religious growth story par excellence in Palmera, associated with charismatic practices like revivalism. It was unusually open to female worship and leadership and tended toward pacifism and conscientious objection, which made Pentecostal churches a bulwark of anti-war sentiment, but also great supporters of charity, health and disaster relief efforts like those undertaken by the Red Cross Movement (the Palmera Red Cross was founded in 1896).​
    [8] Anglicanism is supposed to be Palmera's “official religion” but this status was already vestigial by the time of Home Rule. Its few worshipers aside—mostly Whites or Creoles related to solid old English Loyalist stock—it was mostly reflected in the fact that sub-county administrative districts are called “parishes.”​
    [9] “Spiritualism” was a catch-all way of referring to the occult and to various European, African and Native religions typically felt to be witchcraft or “hoodooism” (this could mean anything from Theosophy to Green Corn Shamanism to Obeah, Vodun, Shango and Santeria to Shouters or Spiritual Baptists). These practices were often frowned upon and relatively few people were willing to admit to believing in them in public, so the official figure here was almost certainly under-reporting the reality.​
    [10] Judaism here meant the Bene Israel congregation founded by Rabbi Rohakar in the early 1870s. It was the other remarkable growth story of Palmey religion at this point, especially given that it started with a very small seed of only a couple of hundred worshipers. The Ashkenazi and Mizrahi forms of Judaism prevalent in Europe and North Africa were much more marginal and represented under “Other.”​

    Languages Spoken[11]:
    English – 72.9%
    Patois[12] – 9.9%
    Spanish – 5.4%
    Asian Languages[13] – 3.1%
    German – 2.2%
    Kriyol[14] – 1.7%
    Polish – 1.6%
    Italian – 1%
    Irish – 1.2%
    Seminole – 0.5%
    French – 0.5%
    Other European – 0.5%
    Other – 0.5%

    [11] Census forms of this era questioned respondents about the language they “used most regularly.” This does not necessarily mean that they were monolingual speakers of that language, and although monolingual non-English-speakers did exist, it was generally expected that most people in any major centre would be able to speak English – even if only haltingly – along with their preferred language.​
    [12] Patois could mean any English-based patois language from around the Caribbean or the Marches, but it's almost certain that Palmera's own distinctive patois – which would later be called “Chatta” — had emerged from this stew of regional patois languages by now, with Jamaican Patwa, Gullah or Geechee, Bajan Creole, various non-English pidgins (see “Haitian Creole”), Spanish, and Native languages like Garifuna and Seminole as major influences. Many more people spoke patois in daily life than were reflected in this statistic, with a majority probably switching between it and something more like Standard English depending on the formality of the occasion; it was stereotypical for tourists to remark on hearing this “charming but cryptic gabble,” as one British gentleman put it, on every street corner.​
    Exactly what Chatta looked and sounded like at this stage isn't clear, as linguistics' study of creole languages was still in its infancy. While many people spoke primarily in patois on the street and at home, it still looked to elite eyes more like a low-class mode of English than a true language of its own: basically a low-class failure to speak “proper English.” It thus appeared in written form mostly in broad, questionably-accurate parodies of “dialect,” and was recorded mostly in snippets of speech and lyrics in doekoe music.​
    [13] A vast range of South Asian languages were spoken by the “Coolie” population and their descendants: Marathi, Gujarati, Sindhi, Kutchi, Punjabi, Tamil, Bhojpuri – the basis of “Caribbean Hindustani” -- and more. As with Patois, the census agency of the day was largely disinterested in the specifics and folded them together under the rubric of “Asian languages.”​
    [14] “Kriyol” was a catch-all term for French-based patois languages which included Louisiana Creole, Kweyol from Trinidad and Haitian Kriyol. The Haitian term stood in for the whole owing to a persistent Palmey fascination with Haitian culture.​
     
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    Glossary of Palmey English Terms
  • A Selective Glossary of Palmey English.

    There are already several "registers" of language by 1914. Standard English is the language of business, politics, and the educated elite. "Local" or "Palmey" English imports a variety of colloquialisms from the patois or "Chatta" of the streets. Chatta is essentially a separate language of its own, though people are still reluctant to admit it.

    A number of Palmey English terms or other unfamiliar language occur in the text. The list below will be updated as the timeline progresses.

    Abeng. A trumpet-like instrument made originally from cattle horn, used in Jamaica by maroons for signalling and ceremonies (and also on plantations to summon slaves to work). Later replicated in Palmera where they are used primarily as a symbol of working-class noireist nationalism and as noisemakers at sporting events.

    Bassey.
    A relatively neutral Chatta term for a Black man, derivation obscure.

    Booney-man.
    Slang from Chatta for a liquor smuggler and all-round gangster. From the Garifuna word "binu," meaning liquor.

    Buckrah.
    From Gullah and West Indian English. "Boss," a word used specifically to refer to plantation masters, overseers and bosses of chain gangs.

    Buffalo Soldier.
    Originally the "Negro Cavalry" formed at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas. The name is repurposed by radical Dustie militias in Palmera known for lethal reprisal actions against the Night Riders (the Palmey version of the Klan). Precursors of the Nono Nemo Society.

    Bulloe.
    A goon. From a Garifuna word meaning "to punch."

    Calusa.
    South Palmera, the counties south of the Masterman Line between the 27th and 28th parallels. (From the Native American tribe of that name, whose territories centered on the area where Eleutheria was founded, around the IOTL site of Cape Coral.)

    Combo.
    Originally short for the Combined Expedition Force of Palmera and the British West Indies, as part of which most Palmey Servicemen served in the Great War. Via veteran fans and players in the post-war period it became applied to prestigious football squads.

    Crucian.
    An Epiphany carnival from the Leeward Islands, also celebrated in Palmera.

    Culley.
    Rhymes with "pulley." A federal land grant, most commonly for veterans. Derivation obscure but might be related to the Irish land measurement the "cumal," which was pronounced "cool." (There may be an obscure medievalist at work here, because at around thirty-six acres a culley is also similar in size to a cumal.) [Ed. -- in reality I did derive the term from "cumal." It's a bit archaic to actually crop up in this timeline but I liked the idea of a term popping in from the history of European slavery (a "cumal" was originally the price of a female slave that gradually migrated into being a land measurement); besides, it's more compact than saying "forty acres and a mule." In the timeline it's coined by some obscure over-educated bureaucrat.]

    Cussid.
    From West Indian English, meaning "accursed." A disparaging term for a strain of White supemacist that emerged after the Great War.

    Doekoe.
    A term for cash or coin. Doekoe music was popular or commercial music. (From West Indian English.)

    Dooney.
    The appellation of radical abolitionists in Palmera's early history. May originate with "dundoo" from West Indian English (which was a term for whites and probably insulting in context), or perhaps "dunnaroo" (a Garifuna term for a migrant or settler.)

    Drover. A nickname for socialists during the early era of Palmey history. This one is direct from standard English and refers to the movement's sense of having to drive or shepherd the people.

    Dustie. Short for "Exoduster," an African-American settler from the first major waves of "exodus" out of the American South, from the 1870s through to the "present." Also a nickname for members of the Liberty and Justice Party.

    Filibuster. Palmeys used the term after its original sense to mean "mercenary," but it became specifically identified with pro-slavery or "anti-freedom" mercenaries like Josiah Harlan and William Walker. Palmey mercenaries were called "freebooters," and the term signified something more like "freedom fighter."

    Gitchey.
    From the Gullah term "geechee," the autonym of Gullah people from South Carolina. It migrates in Palmera to being a term for working-class Blacks, just as Sutchey becomes a term for poor Whites.

    Habbu.
    Farmer. From Garifuna "ubou," meaning country.

    Hacktey.
    From a Seminole word for "white." Liberal Whites who unequivocally support the cause of Palmeran freedom and racial equity.

    Jolly-Boy.
    Working-class football fans of the post-Great War period who gave rise to the first generation of football hooligans. Owing to the robust representation of women on the factory floors, football fanaticism came to be more than just a laddish phenomenon after the War and there were Jolly-Girls too. This very old Palmeyism originally referred to the "Jolly Roger" and piracy; in its more modern usage it denoted piratical morals or thuggishness.

    Joss.
    God in Chatta. From "djos" or "dios" in the Spanish-based creole Papiamento.

    Jucker.
    (Also "jooker.") From the Gullah word jook or juck, meaning to fight. The nickname of the Freedom Parties' members, and eventually those of the United Freedom Congress.

    Ketch. Gullah word meaning a thug, hoodlum or trouble-maker. In Palmey usage it acquires a bit of a bias toward "White trash hoodlum" but it can be used for malcontents of any race.

    Kitchener Camps. The internment camps used to crush Sutchey rebellion during the Third Border War. Named for their inspiration by Herbert Lord Kitchener, who would later go on to employ such camps against the Boers during the South African War.

    Landship. Meaning "township," usually a rural town. Landship music meant "folk music." (From Bajian Creole.)

    Lanney.
    A Coloured person or Creole. (From a Seminole word meaning "yellow.")

    Mandey. A folk musical genre descended from landship music. Typically consisted of various forms of percussion combined with banjo, guitar and probably a fiddle, concertina, hurdy-gurdy and/or penny-whistle. Popularized in recorded form in the Twenties, it is sometimes confused with Caribbean folk genres like Jamaican mento or Trinadadian calypso.

    Marches, The.
    The American states bordering Palmera, or the "slave states" of America more generally. Marcher meant someone from or a subject pertaining to these states. In archaic parlance The Slavers' Pale.

    Montserrado. A province of British West Africa analoguous to IOTL Liberia. It's named for what would become a county of the country of Liberia in our history.

    Muckya: An important person or official; someone who is Kind of a Big Deal. From a Marathi word meaning "chief" or "boss."

    Night Riders. A Sutchey terrorist organisation around the time of the Third Border War, directly descended from the Ku Klux Klan. Swiftly crushed, but their name would live on as the colloquial term "Riderism" for Sutchey White supremacism until at least the turn of the century. [Ed. An actual alternative name of the early Klan IOTL.]

    Noireism: Early Black Nationalism, inspired by the works of the pioneering Haitian anthropologist Antenor Firmin.

    Nonay.
    "Northern." Common term for Americans. Probably from "No-neg" ("North man") in Haitian Kriyol.

    Nono Nemo Society.
    In Greek, the "Godfather Nobody Society." Prone to terrorism and ritualized murder; the dark side of early 20th-century Black Nationalist student activism. They're basically the Palmey counterpart of the Ku Klux Klan.

    Pascoe. Carnival in Palmera. From the Papiamento word for Easter, 'Pasko.'

    Peck.
    From "peckerwood." A much nastier grade of slur--almost always a fighting word--for the population more commonly called Sutcheys.

    Redemption. A specifically Palmey phenomenon of the early nineteenth century which planters used to get around the abolition of the slave trade. African-American slaves were "redeemed" and "freed" from the Slavers' Pale, but were placed in debt peonage for the price of their "redemption" at interest rates that basically made actual freedom nearly impossible to attain. Protecting and/or reviving the "redemption economy" or the "compassionate necessity of redemption" was a core cause of Sutchey political movements right down to the Third Border War (by which point "redemption" would have at least in theory meant buying out the debt of peons in the Marcher states).

    Riddey. "Chief." The rough equivalent of saying 'bwana' or 'massah.' From Garifuna.

    Rissey. Russian. From Haitian Kriyol.

    Shakers. A celibate millenarian Christian sect that emphasised work and self-sufficiently and often adopted orphans. They went into decline in America of OTL after the Civil War, but in this timeline achieve a longer lifespan in Palmera, where they're still vigorous by the early Twentieth Century. Ex-Shakers found new religions that play a part in Palmey history, particularly Yohannism and Tribulationism.

    Slavers' Pale, The: Antebellum term for the American slave states, e.g. the Confederacy. The Pale for short. The more common term in 1914 is The Marches.

    Sundown towns.
    Not exactly a Palmey-ism but might be unfamiliar; this referred to towns with White supremacist charters that forbade people of colour from remaining in town after sunset. An actual phenomenon of American history, but in the Twentieth Century; in Palmera it arrives earlier.

    Sutchey. Originally a term for anti-Loyalist Whites. Later a general slur for poor Whites. Derivation obscure but possibly from the Hausa word tsutsa (meaning "worm" or "maggot"). [Ed. -- I honestly can't remember where I got the word from, so "derivation obscure" is not entirely a dodge. I just like the sound of it. The Hausa derivation is as plausible as anything else.]

    Tawney. Not a Palmey-ism but may be unfamiliar. This was a historical nineteenth-century American (and possibly British) slur for people of mixed race, just a different spelling of "tawny"; it turns up in the writings of Ben Franklin, for instance. It's used to some extent in Palmey English but without particular rancour or malice, in much the same register as a word like "cracker."

    Teague.
    Slang for an Irishman, or a Sutchey who at least claims Irish heritage. From the Gaelic name Tadhg, common enough to have become a synecdoche (or a slur) for Irish Gaelic men.

    Toney.
    An agent of the private Overton Security Agency. (The name derives from "Overton.") Head-breakers and union-busters extraordinaire, basically Palmera's version of the Pinkertons.

    Touladi, The. The Parliament building in Eleutheria, metonymous with Palmera's government more generally. The term comes from a kind of freshwater char native to the Great Lakes, for obscure reasons. [Ed. -- It's just because it's distinctive and I like the sound of it. In-timeline it's probably because some diplomat ate "Touladi" at a state banquet and thought the fish would be a spirited icon for the gumption of the Nation.]

    Trans-Makona, The. Region of Montserrado above the Makona River. A theatre of Union Mercantile Company activity from the latter 19th century, and the basis of Palmey perception of Montserrado more generally.

    Tribulationism. A religion founded in the mid-1890s by ex-Shakers led by the visionary Sawney Hustus, later named Solomon ben Solomon. They were motivated by a belief that the Tribulation described in the Book of Revelation had already begun and that they were God's spiritual army against the Anti-Christ. They advocated a return of Biblical virtues, simplicity of diet, good works and Shaker-inspired economic self-sufficiency. They also had some much more controversial beliefs, such as that Palmera was the true Israel, that their prophet was the reincarnation of Solomon the Wise, that white skin was the Mark of Cain, and that polygamy was the natural order of marriage. (Later versions of the faith would renounce the last two of these doctrines.)

    Tumbley. A post-Exoduster Black American immigrant who came to Palmera as part of the Great Migration, after the Great War. A reference to tumbleweeds and rather unflattering, though rarely a fighting word.

    Utina.
    The area of "East Palmera" surrounding Daltonville, or (as time progressed) more generally to the north of Palmera outside of Calusa. Named for a Native American tribe on the region's eastern coast.

    Whyrah. Emigration from abroad to Palmera, especially by Blacks seeking freedom from oppression and racism elsewhere (usually meaning escape from Jim Crow in the States). To "make whyrah" is to engage in such emigration. First attested in the late-19th century but takes wider hold from the early days of the Great Migration. Probably from the Garifuna word "awaira," meaning to climb.

    Wuttie. Road, track or byway. From Haitian Kriyol.

    Yohannism. New religious movement dating to the late-19th/early-20th centuries, founded by Shaker Palmey emigrants to Jamaica. Combining anti-imperialism, anti-colonialism, Black nationalism, elements of both Shaker and Ethiopian Orthodox worship and a veneration of the Ethiopian Emperor Yohannes V, it's the timeline's possibly-more-eccentric counterpart of Rastafarianism.
     
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    The Hinge of History, Pt. 1
  • We begin the journey toward the Great War (WWI). This chapter, "The Hinge of History," describes some of the accumulating social forces that will unleash themselves with the Great War's advent, along with Palmera's involvement in the war itself.

    Previously in the timeline:
    The Spanish Period to Home Rule. A curious twist of fate results in a British resettlement project for Black freedmen going to the depopulated southern reaches of an alternate Florida named Palmera.
    The Lion's Cub, Part One. The Union of Palmera battles tides of unrest washing out from America after the Civil War, culminating in the traumatic rebellion called the Third Border War.
    The Lion's Cub, Continued. The Gilded Age unfolds in Palmera in a mingling of glory and tragedy.
    The Lion's Cub, Conclusion. The Union cautiously begins to carve out a place in the international orders of politics, finance and trade.

    To come in the timeline:
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 2 ("We Shall Do What Must Be Done"). The Great War erupts, and the full cost in blood and moral compromise of Palmera's "lion's cub" aspirations becomes plain.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 3 ("Lift Every Voice and Sing"). Football, baseball and beach-side leisure provide windows onto three different episodes of postwar social change.

    Resource Posts:
    Palmera at the End of the Belle Epoque: A Snapshot. A map and a demographic summary of the Union of Palmera in the year 1914.
    Glossary of Palmey English Terms. A glossary of Palmeyisms or otherwise unfamiliar language occurring in the text. Periodically updated as the timeline advances.

    Story Posts:
    The Deal. Tequesta County's rural isolation is set to make way for an age of development... but who will benefit?
    Song of Songs. Though times are tough in the wake of the Great Tequesta Hurricane, little has changed in the rarified world of the social elite. Or has it?


    The Hinge of History, Part One (Unseen Pressures Build):
    The world could feel the Great War coming long before it happened. Escalating crises in the European system – including revolution in Turkey and attendant instability in the Balkans, and jockeying between France and an increasingly aggressive Germany with crises in Morocco leading to near-war on more than one occasion – were clearly going to lead to a point of no return.

    Palmera found herself drawn into the web of intrigue and instability through her relationship with Yohannes IV's government in Ethiopia. The country was active in famine relief after the Mahdist War and the Palmey adventurer Henry Hill – who became Yohannes IV's Dejazmach or “Viceroy” and was nicknamed Addisu or “the newcomer” at court – played a key role in recruiting freebooters to assist the training of Ethiopian troops, a role which put him in contact with Russia, whose Tsar was intent on providing support to a fellow Orthodox power as Italy made a bid for her own colonial empire in the country (based on claims of having a protectorate over Shewa and Tigray and thence, they argued, over all Ethiopia). “Heniri Addisu” was present at Yohannes IV's last great military victory, against a poorly-equipped Italian army at the Battle of Adi Ugri, and personified Palmera's active ties into the wider net of the Anglo-Russian Entente. When Yohannes IV died in 1907, it was his faithful Dejazmach who rallied the cause of his chosen successor, Ras Mengesha Yohannes, and served as a key general in the Successor War—again with Russian aid—to help him win the throne and keep Ethiopia unified as Yohannes V*.

    (* The drama of the Italian invasion parallels history, with the attempt at conquest faring even more poorly than in OTL, which is why they get stopped at Adi Ugri instead of Adwa further inland. The Successor War is the product of the questionable legitimacy of Yohannes IV's heir, an issue that ultimately sunk his claim amid widespread revolt after Yohannes IV's actual death IOTL.)

    Such dramas convinced the Touladi that sooner or later, Palmera would be called upon to play a direct military role in theatres far afield from the Caribbean, and that she had to modernize and industrialize her still largely-agrarian economy to be able to live up to her “lion's cub” aspirations. Many of the Asian “coolie” workers and convict labourers of the era found themselves working on factory floors, for a small but rapidly-growing sector of the economy that was dedicated to the manufacture of war materials.

    As the crises at the centre stage of history built toward the coming conflagration, though, other less widely-known pressures were building on the home front, forces that would be unleashed by the era of the Great War to change Palmey society forever.

    1. The Birth of Noireism: As Black immigration from abroad continued to accelerate, a muted discontent was building with the status quo of Palmey politics. The United Freedom Congress remained the instrument of a largely White, Latino and Creole elite whose few Black members in Parliament were largely perceived to be token window-dressing and who—while professing the cause of universal freedom—still functionally tended to look down on the “Gitcheys,” as the Black working class came to be known. Granted, it was not a kind of hostility remotely comparable to the entrenched and vicious institutional hostility of Jim Crow, but there was still a kind of glass-ceiling effect on Black Palmeys, especially in the political realm where the interlocking “funny-handshake brigades” of Prince Hall and English Freemasonry called the shots**. It was a proverbial fact of life... and an increasingly resented one.

    (** Prince Hall Masonry was founded IOTL, and in this timeline too, as a Black-friendly alternative to White Masonry which would not countenance Black members. It dominated Liberian politics of our timeline in a parallel fashion to the way it dominates Palmey politics in this one, although the Palmey version is disproportionately ruled by Creoles. English Freemasonry remains exclusively White.)

    DuBois' Chicuchatty Movement railed against this “Hacktey-Lanney elitism” (“Hacktey” signified liberal nationalist Whites) from time to time, as would Booker T. Washington—another activist and educator who remained determinedly and defiantly American***—after his visits to the country (which he nevertheless hailed as a “remarkable achievement”). But the really potent opposition would come from Palmey disciples of the groundbreaking Haitian anthropologist Anténor Firmin, whose seminal On the Equality of Human Races in 1885 was a great blast of the trumpet against the noxious so-called “scientific racism” of Comte de Gobineau, and became a commonly-seen volume in the hands of Palmey students. It shaped a generation of Black Nationalists in Palmera in ways that would not be fully appreciated until much later.

    (*** Booker T. Washington is of course a very famous figure of American history. Here, with a portion of the African-American population beginning to drain out into Palmera, his historical profile is somewhat ironically enhanced. Even more wealthy White liberals feel comfortable supporting him as the beginning stages of the Great Migration out of the Southern states cut down on African-American migration into the North; it means that Black liberation remains a theoretical and abstract proposition for many of them, devoid of actual real-world interaction with Black people and the various fears, insecurities and misbehaviours attending real-life contact.)

    Firmin was possessed of some then-radical notions. He pioneered the integration of studies of race with physical anthropology, and his was the first full throated academic defense of the proposition that traditional African religions like “voodoo” were not “superstition” or “witchcraft” but fully functional religions in their own right, with their own theology and moral framework and that were entitled to considerations absolutely equal to those of Christianity or any of the other “great faiths.” He was a formative influence on the great academician Cato Gray**** at the Hillsborough Institute, who founded the Palmey tradition of African Studies in the early Twentieth Century and tutored a generation of young nationalist minds; among them one Marcus Garvey, who attended his classes on a “support and elevation grant” from 1907 through 1910.

    (**** Anténor Firmin's pioneering influence is as in OTL, except that it now has an added and much more prominent stage on which to play out. Cato Gray is a fictional figure but an earlier Palmey counterpart of IOTL historical figures like Melville Herskowitz – of whom an unnamed analogue will still exist in this timeline – who pioneered African Studies in our history. Garvey was a self-taught activist with little formal education IOTL; here he becomes a student activist.)

    Figures like Firmin and Gray had a powerful influence on the Dustie youth of the era. The first Palmeran Equal Rights Leagues began to appear in the wake of the 1908 crushing of the Droverist movement. They acknowledged Ulysses Newbold's mistakes and those of his followers and they denounced socialism themselves, at least formally, but they continued to support trade unionism in their own way and even more significantly began to push for unrestricted access to the franchise—condemning in very strong terms what they were beginning to frankly call the Lanney establishment's racism—an effort that became a powerful part of the political arsenal of the Liberty & Justice Party to which most of them adhered. One such PERLer was a young Horace Cayton*****, who would go on to play an iconic role in the country's politics.

    (***** Horace Cayton is technically a historical figure, but he's different enough here that he should effectively be considered an analogue. I can't resist the wonderful ring of the name, though.)

    It was the beginning of a Dustie mass movement called noireism, which would have profound effects on the culture and politics of the Union. Noireism was the rallying cry of not a few great novelists and poets of the early Twentieth Century, and inspired foundational works of fiction like Black Empire, an epic in its scope but a subtle and archly critical disquisition on Palmera's “secondary empire” and her pretensions to being the “Black Zion” by the novelist, poet, and one day Executive Magistrate Shadrack Cromwell******.

    (****** OTL's Black Empire was a tongue-in-cheek pulp novel from a much later era by African-American conservative George Schuyler, lampooning the hypocrisies of the Black nationalism of his day [but also betraying a certain sympathy he may not have intended]. The fictional Shadrack Cromwell's effort shares the title but little else, it's a very different and more literary effort along the lines of someone like Zorah Neale Hurston. Noireism is an IOTL phenomenon that will exist in the “Harlem Renaissance” of this timeline too as the American counterpart of négritude.)

    It was also the beginning of other, less salutary phenomena; for nationalism, as ever, had a dark side. Some disciples of Firmin were counted among the founders of the Nono Nemo Society (the “Godfather Nobody Society”), the self-appointed heirs of the Buffalo Soldiers of yore. It was a clandestine militia organization—in some opinions an outright terrorist organization—which took upon itself the responsibility of policing the Sutchey community in the wake of the bloody 1908 riots by the Free Workers' Parties, and which quickly accrued a radical following dedicated not just to promoting the rights of Black workers and political figures, but also aggressively terrorizing anyone they deemed not a part of the “true Black Zion,” among them Jews, Hindus, Muslims, Sutcheys, feminists and socialists of every description.

    The “Nemoists,” prone to dressing in red robes inspired by African secret societies—and who infamously took to re-enacting the scandalous ritual murders that had bedevilled the Union Mercantile Company's operations overseas in Montserrado—quickly grew into a menacing plague that required a response from law enforcement+. After their early first flowering they seemed, by 1912, to have been driven back into the shadows after aggressive operations by the Secret Service, the Toneys and various police departments working in concert with both. But they had powerful connections and protectors, and their apparent eclipse concealed a base of support that continued to be dedicated to their mission, and that would come to exert a baleful influence across the Caribbean.

    (+ Ritual murder was and is a real perennial IOTL issue in Liberia, of which “Montserrado” is the timeline's analogue. The red robes of the African secret societies herein mentioned do in fact look exactly like Klan robes save for the colour, and there are some theories IOTL that the Klan actually borrowed the trope – rather ironically – from Black secret societies. The “Nemoists” are of course the Palmey counterpart of the Klan.)

    Both the light and dark sides of the new noireist nationalism would have their day. But other forces were gathering, too, and preparing to show themselves on the stage of history.

    2. Peanuts, Herbs & Religious Ferment: The Shakers—the United Society of Believers in Christ's Second Appearing—were a famous self-sufficient artisan movement of millenarian Christians who practised celibacy and frequently provided shelter and upbringings for orphans. Originally an American phenomenon, the Shaker communities of the United States began to die out with the post-Civil War burgeoning of industry and the advent of Federal laws that forbade control of adoption by religious groups.

    The Black Shaker communities founded in Palmera in the 1840s – during the group's “Era of Manifestations,” their golden age of expansion and conversion – continued, however, to thrive and to proliferate through the Caribbean, especially the British Caribbean, focused on orchard agriculture and the growth of medicinal herbs. They were a respected but very small feature of the religious landscape; but by the late 19th and early 20th centuries these communities were becoming the nuclei of new religious movements that would take on a far larger place in the life and politics of Palmera and the Caribbean.

    There were three parallel kinds of ferment at work. The first had to do with the legal, technological and commercial landscape; the second with questions of race, empire and colonialism and the search for just responses to the ills of the day; the third with questions of sacred inspiration and the emergence of fresh prophets and exotic religious ideas. All of these things were at work in religion all across the Caribbean, of course, but the relative prosperity and self-sufficiency of the Shaker communities gave them a unique (if miniature) stage on which to play out.

    The famous Shaker village of New Gilead, in Santa Rosa county, was one such stage. The congregation of New Gilead carried out the original Shaker mission and theology faithfully, and made a tidy profit in their small citrus orchard. But a citrus tariff introduced in Washington to shore up the rising California citrus industry in the 1860s put pressure on their business from early on – it was the kind of headwind that favoured the growth of large producers – and when the “great freeze” of the early Nineties wiped out a year's worth of crops, some of the New Gilead Shakers made the decision to move south, where sunnier climes might obviate the dangers of sudden frosts. Those who remained worked to diversify and became early students of the famous botanist and “father of the peanut industry” George Washington Carver*, the head of Agriculture at the Hillsborough Institute. Several peanut sauce, dip and pesto recipes from the village in turn became staple products of the emerging Carver & Caldwell food products empire, with royalty payments on the products derived from those recipes becoming a major source of the village's income.

    (* Much like the historical George Washington Carver, except he strikes out for Palmera instead of the Tuskegee Institute as he did in our timeline. Carver's work in crop diversification, farmer education and the many possible uses of the peanut is as in OTL, except that in Palmera he is also able to derive some profit from his inventions. Carver & Caldwell is a company he founds in partnership with a fictional Palmey counterpart, capitalized by John Merrick's brokerage in Daltonville.)

    By 1914, New Gilead had found fresh prosperity. The village even sported its own Patterson** motor wagon. Even in the early stages of this process, village fathers like Esek Dyer wrote of their worries that entering onto this larger stage of investment and profit could corrupt the community's spiritual foundations; a concern that in some views was ultimately borne out, for arguably New Gilead's spiritual prestige began to deteriorate from this point even as its material prosperity grew. The emigrants from New Gilead, meanwhile, encountered far different temptations and challenges.

    (** C.R. Patterson was an African-American pioneer in the automotive industry in the late 19th century IOTL. Here he has left a small Patterson Motor Company of his own, being run by his son Taliaferro “Tally” Patterson – a fictional counterpart of his IOTL son Frederick. The Patterson name will be to Palmera's small but doughty motor car industry what the Ford name is to the far larger American one.)

    One group of New Gilead emigrants wound up purchasing land in Jamaica and founding the village of Revelation in Portland parish in 1896. They were unpleasantly surprised by the politics of the country they arrived in – a place where colour prejudice and racism were vastly more prominent and blatant than in Palmera – and elected not only to be farmers (they started out farming hemp and marijuana, which were still internationally legal crops), but to become a centre of education and resistance for Black Jamaicans.

    It was a mission that triggered a theological transformation, for the pioneers of Revelation developed an interest in other kinds of Christianity than Shakerism – in particular that of Ethiopian Orthodox Christianity, for the Ethiopian battle against colonialism was capturing the Black imagination – and began to lose their rigidity about celibacy, owing to the relatively remote character of their community. Revelation would eventually become the focal point of a new religion, Yohannism***, that combined Shakerism, Orthodoxy, a transcendental Black nationalism and a commitment to pacifistic virtue, and what some other groups thought was an idolatrous “worship” of the person of Emperor Yohannes V and his line. The pieces of this new faith were already growing visible by 1914.

    (*** Ras Mengesha Yohannes, a.k.a. Yohannes V, takes Ras Tafari Makonnen's place as an inspiration for anti-colonial and anti-Eurocentric sentiment in this timeline. The new faith's Shaker roots and inspiration makes it different in many details from Rastafarianism, but it is this timeline's analogue.)

    A stranger journey yet was in store for the group of New Gilead emigrants led by Sawney Hustus, who later took the name Solomon ben Solomon. Sawney was a strange young man, a visionary in the true sense who experienced powerful sacred ecstasies, received visits from angels of God and saw visions of the future. He was a prophet, in other words, and one around whom a fresh movement very different from Shakerism – which he soon came to abjure as an error – began to accrue when he arrived in Eleutheria.

    Some of Hustus' message was about clear ills of the day: the modernizing world and the way it alienated men from Biblical values, the growing clouds of war on the horizon which would be a mechanized and “Satanic” war more destructive than ever before, the need for a return to simplicity and virtue and a wholesome vegetarian diet. Other parts of it made the authorities nervous: after a few years in Eleutheria he began to proclaim that Palmera was the true Israel, that white skin was the mark of Cain, that polygamy was the natural state of marriage, that the Tribulation had already begun and the anti-Christ was upon the world and that he and his followers were preparing to lead “righteous spiritual combat” against him. His followers began to dress in white robes and turbans and call themselves the Temple, and he finally took the name Solomon ben Solomon in 1902.

    He was regarded as an eccentric madman and grifter by most of those outside his religion; but it was his refusal to pay taxes on the commercial endeavours of his followers that eventually led the authorities to attempt to arrest him. He fled to British Guiana in 1904 where he and his followers settled at the town of Spring Garden, comprising what they officially called the Israelite Church of the Tribulation. The Church wouldn't remain in isolation forever, and continued to attract youth from across the Caribbean during the years leading up to the Great War****.

    (**** This group is the inspiration for the cult that appears in the Phineas Plumb novels – although fictionalized in that “Plumb” back-dates them to coincide with the Jamaica Exhibition – and is basically the Palmey answer to Mormonism, reflecting many of the same obsessions but from a Black perspective as the Latter Day Saints movement. They are also a nod to the Black Hebrew Israelites of OTL – who traced their earliest foundations to Kansas in 1896 – to which they are a closely parallel phenomenon. The Tribulationists are not the only group of Israelites in Palmera but they will eventually become the most prominent, even as their religion mellows from its early pattern of extremism.)

    Religion in general was going through the confrontation with modernity that bedevilled these three very different stories originating in New Gilead. These confrontations, anxieties, and passions—and in some cases these specific groups—would come to play an enormous role in what followed.

    3. Reach for the Skies (Anarchism, Feminism & Solidarity): Droverism, the Palmey variant of socialism, had always had different wings—a “right wing” that despite its critique of property and slavery was proud of its gradualism and pacifism and worked to set an example that would encourage change “in collaborative fashion” with the power centres of society, and a “left wing” (much smaller) that didn't hesitate to advocate strike actions or even violence. Leadership of both wings found themselves imprisoned or exiled alongside the questionably-socialist Free Workers' Party agitators in the Forsyth government's infamous crackdown of 1908 (the so-called July Crisis, later nicknamed the “Bolt From Above”), a uniformity of fate that discredited the last vestiges of the “collaborative” approach and began to transform and energise a new progressive generation. The momentum of the future belonged to this new generation of activists—especially student activists—who drew their inspirations from more radical doctrines, and in the years leading up to the Great War their most visible and rock-ribbed representatives would be feminist activists.

    Feminism already had a long and storied history in Palmera. The “widows and spinsters” provision that gave a subset of women the vote early in the Home Rule era didn't happen by itself; it had been tirelessly pressed for as a kind of transitional demand by the Interfaith Christian Women's Society under the leadership of Oronooke Devon, precursors of the Allied Mothers of the Nation. The ICWS also pressed for women's rights to property and general suffrage and founded several famous women's colleges, including the Etonia College where generations of famous women were educated. The Allied Mothers of the Nation, founded in the 1880s, had pressed the causes of anti-racism, anti-imperialism and the rights of working women, and counted among their members such famous figures as Joanna Champlin – the so-called “Bethlehem Nightingale” who revolutionized battlefield medicine – and Mina Knowland, who championed co-education of men and women and became the first woman enrolled at Frankham College in 1886. It was by her example and arguments and those of women like her that the Hillsborough Institute had a “women's annex” from the day it opened its doors.

    The basic framework of Palmey feminism, however, had hitherto mostly been within the context of nationalism and religion, and had conspicuously exploited certain “traditional” roles of women to make its gains (the name “Allied Mothers of the Nation” spoke for itself in this regard). It had been only imperfectly integrated with the socialism of the Drovers, which had been a manly enterprise—and though it had supported certain causes in common with the feminists, it had in practice been an inconsistent ally—whose male leadership had looked distinctly askance at foreign female anarchists like Emma Goldman. The new feminism began to challenge these frameworks, to seek new territory, to reject the relative parochialism of Droverism and to take up new causes. Its most famous representatives were a group of women who graduated from Frankham College in or just after the year of the July Crisis; they would go on to be called the Frankham Five* and would be heroines to men and women alike on the Palmey left in the decades to come.

    (* The “Frankham Five” are all fictional figures, but some of them are analogues of historical personages, or their ideological commitments sometimes analogues of historical movements.)

    The Frankham Five represented the full spectrum of ideologies that would come to identify the new left:

    • Rebekah Halder and Violet Grant came from radically different backgrounds: Halder was the daughter of a moderately wealthy Jewish family who had done charitable work for the poor through her faith—though notably without preaching—before attending university, while Grant came of Sutchey stock from the meanest of Daltonville's mean streets. Both were anarchists, disciples of Bakunin and Goldman, and ardent internationalists who consistently championed women's rights to birth control, women's freedom from the “slave roles of Wife and Mother” more generally, supported the rights of working people in general and particularly of working women—specifically including sex workers—criticized the violence of state power, convict labour and “coolie-ism,” regarded cross-racial solidarity as a necessity of justice, and rejected the “beauty industry” and the violence of capitalist fashion on women's bodies (they pointedly dressed in men's clothes to underscore this criticism). They were also an openly lesbian couple who could fairly be called the country's first gay rights activists, or at least its first gay icons**.
    (** They're comparable to figures from OTL like Emma Goldman and Audre Lorde – though Lorde hails from a later time period in our history, and the appearance of figures similar to her this early reflects the foundational achievements of Palmey feminists, who have had access to considerably more privilege in this timeline. Fair cop: there's also a bit of autobiographical insertion here, because the couple is based more than a little on a couple I personally know. But you can bracket that out if you prefer using the prior rationales.)

    • Benebah “Bennie” Kelty hailed from one of Palmera's countless thousands of small hamlets, the daughter of rice farmers, and advocated a specifically Black internationalist anarchism tailored to the concerns of Black people in Palmera and across the world. She shared many of Halder's and Grant's beliefs—though not all of them, once remarking that she thought the pair sometimes crossed the line into being overtly hostile to men (“Although,” she added wryly, “Lord knows that men have often enough given them cause”)—and often joined them in the forefront of anarchist organizing. In later years she was a pen pal of noted British left feminist Cybele Pankhurst*** and would invite her several times to speak in Palmera.
    (*** Cybele Pankhurst is an analogue of the famous feminist Sylvia Pankhurst from this era. Kelty's “Black anarchism” is similar to a movement that found its voice in a later period of American history IOTL.)

    • Nelly Coleman was a Dustie, the mixed Cherokee and African-American daughter of a Texas sharecropper who had made the arduous, dangerous trek to Palmera in a small boat with the aid of his local Palmyran Friendship Society in the 1890s, determined that his children would not grow up attending segregated schools****. She was naturally brilliant and something of a child prodigy, just seventeen years of age when she graduated from Frankham in 1909; but though she studied law at her father's behest, her true passion was for flying. She would become the first woman in Palmera to hold a pilot's license, attaining celebrity as a civilian aviator and show flyer as early as 1912, and was the motive force in organizing the first Palmeran Women's Aviator Association. Influenced by Marxism, although she would never actually describe herself as a Marxist, she was fiercely pro-union, anti-imperialist and anti-war, and would go on to become a major figure in the union solidarity movement and a famous advocate of the Industrial Workers of the World—nicknamed “Wobbly Nell”— who began to make inroads in Palmera as the country's industrial infrastructure accelerated.

    (**** In her background and her achievements as an aviator, she's an analogue of Bessie Coleman, the first African-American female aviator in our timeline, though “Wobbly Nell” is very different in many ways and will enjoy both a longer lifespan and a higher profile.)

    • Emma Shandy was the most committed Marxist of the group and, having witnessed how harsh the “coolie labour” section of the country's agricultural system could be firsthand—her father came to the country as an indentured worker in the 1880s and served in the National Militia Service during the Spanish Crisis in 1897*****—was an ardent advocate of the collectivization of agriculture and how collective community could transform the national soul. Despite her Marxism, she rejected Karl Marx's more authoritarian ideas and in some ways was the most “traditionalist” of the Frankham Five, proud of what Palmera had achieved in the cause of Black liberation (her mother was a former sharecropper who had fled the rise of Jim Crow), committed to the freedom Palmera promised for all races and dedicated to making that freedom fuller and fairer for all. She famously said “I do love Jack, for all his faults; I just want him to love all of his children back.”****** She was ultimately convinced that socialism could be reconciled with the mission of the Black Zion and she would become a pioneer of model collective communities in much the same way Ulysses Newbold had been in his day.

    (***** The Spanish Crisis refers to an international crisis in 1897—one of the few grand actions of the Belle Epoque where our spy novelist “Phineas Plumb” did not insert himself—where the Spanish government was caught by Palmera's Secret Service trying to stir up rebellion in Cuba. Palmera informed the American government, which mounted a blockade of Spanish ships to the island and eventually compelled Spain to relinquish her remaining holdings in the Caribbean, as well as the Philippines, in order to avoid all-out-war.)

    (****** “Jack” is a reference to Jack Freedom, a kind of symbol of the national soul not unlike Uncle Sam in the United States or John Bull in England; this archetype of “freedom's Union” was an ethnically-indeterminate and muscular young pioneer--usually depicted wielding or holding either a hammer, a machete or a rifle--who reflected the Creole elite's vision of the country's strengths. Shandy is here advocating a movement analogous to the kibbutz movement of our history.)

    The Five were all close friends and in the early years of their activism and fame would support each others' efforts unstintingly. They were not the only women of their kind, just the most famous examples of a left that was rising swiftly from the ashes of the Droverist movement to make its own mark on society. At this early stage their full impact was a long way from being felt, and though they were already the subjects of vociferous controversy, they were arguably not taken too seriously yet by Palmey officialdom--perhaps partly on account of their sex--which left them fairly free to operate until the time the Great War came lurching over the horizon.
     
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    The Hinge of History, Pt. 2
  • Previously in the timeline:
    The Spanish Period to Home Rule. A curious twist of fate results in a British resettlement project for Black freedmen going to the depopulated southern reaches of an alternate Florida named Palmera.
    The Lion's Cub, Part One. The Union of Palmera battles tides of unrest washing out from America after the Civil War, culminating in the traumatic rebellion called the Third Border War.
    The Lion's Cub, Continued. The Gilded Age unfolds in Palmera in a mingling of glory and tragedy.
    The Lion's Cub, Conclusion. The Union cautiously begins to carve out a place in the international orders of politics, finance and trade.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 1 ("Unseen Pressures Build"). On the eve of the Great War, new forces of nationalism, religion and activism are growing.


    To come in the timeline:
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 3 ("Lift Every Voice and Sing"). Football, baseball and beach-side leisure provide windows onto three different episodes of postwar social change.

    Resource Posts:
    Palmera at the End of the Belle Epoque: A Snapshot. A map and a demographic summary of the Union of Palmera in the year 1914.
    Glossary of Palmey English Terms. A glossary of Palmeyisms or otherwise unfamiliar language occurring in the text. Periodically updated as the timeline advances.

    Story Posts:
    The Deal. Tequesta County's rural isolation is set to make way for an age of development... but who will benefit?
    Song of Songs. Though times are tough in the wake of the Great Tequesta Hurricane, little has changed in the rarified world of the social elite. Or has it?


    The Hinge of History, Pt. 2 (“We Shall Do What Must Be Done”):
    Prime Minister Isaac Forsyth, “Big Ike” as he was commonly known, was as famous for his larger-than-life personality as he was for his outsized twenty-one-stone frame. He had a passion for horse racing and came north to take his vacations during the National Cup Festival at Hillsborough, held at the first-class Fenhalloway Park just outside the city limits. Aside from his fondness for the occasional flutter, it was an opportunity to burnish his salty man-of-the-people image (Forsyth could often be seen with doubles* in one hand and a beer in the other as his booming laugh filled the ministerial box), and to remind people of his commitment to the ideals of the Black Zion. After all, many of the best racers on the track were ex-American jockeys whose jobs in segregated America had evaporated, and it was Forsyth who had championed the Racing Corporations Act that was shoring up and growing their industry in Palmera.

    (* A sandwich of flatbread and channa – chickpea curry – which was iconic food-cart fare in the streets of Palmera. A humble man's food.)

    Of course, it was also a chance to occasionally to take a public victory lap of his own, for example in the wake of having just won his second government with a majority mandate (notwithstanding that the opposing party had just taken control of the Council of Executive Magistrates for the first time, which Big Ike tended to wave off as a minor detail). It was particularly sweet on the sunny twelfth of July in 1914 to be celebrating that victory while watching celebrity jockey Jimmy Winkfield on Navigator, who'd toured Russia and Europe after being effectively frozen out of the Kentucky Derby after three wins there, and whose coming to Palmera was a coup. The ministerial box was packed with notables keen to watch Big Ike cheer the great Winkfield to victory... and of course to attend one of Forsyth's legendary Nation Day fetes afterward, where champagne would flow instead of beer, fireworks would welcome in the latest anniversary of Home Rule, and the legendary “King of Ragtime” Scott Joplin was on the cards for entertainment**. It was one of those days, at least if you were in Forsyth's circle, when all had seemed right with the world.

    (** Winkfield and of course Joplin were famous Black historical figures of the day in our timeline, too; Winkfield's career trajectory is similar here except that he will now also become a horse-racing icon in Palmera, where Black jockeys will continue to dominate the tracks as they did prior to segregation in America. Owing to its connection to great American musical celebrities, “ragtime” swiftly became a species of high-culture fare in Palmera, at least among populist politicians like Big Ike Forsyth who saw it as the ideal combination of intricate musical brilliance and man-in-the-street appeal.)

    In part this was because the world as a whole was breathing a sigh of relief after another near-miss with war in what seemed to be the ever-accelerating round of European crises. There had been sleepless nights in government palaces round the world when the word had first come that a Serbian assassin had tried for Austrian Prince Maximilian's life during a tour of Sarajevo. Thankfully, the assassin had failed.

    The sighs of relief weren't just on account of the prospects of peace. The Prince was genuinely well-liked around the world in his own right for his liberality, charisma, sense of humour and adventuresome exploits. He'd explored jungles, hunted game and scaled mountains on four continents, was noted for having found time in all this to mount a capable reorganization and strengthening of the Austro-Hungarian navy (in which he'd served as a younger man), and was even rumoured to have once been approached by a coalition of Mexican conservatives and French diplomats to rule Mexico in a contemplated intervention in the Mexican civil wars of the middle 19th century (a mad-sounding rumour he always denied... though with a wistful twinkle in his eye at what might, perhaps, have been). His relationship with his elder brother the Emperor was cool by all accounts, but he still had his uses as a dignitary and a symbol of his house and his own miniature court at Trieste was a glittering centre of Belle Epoque high culture. He had clearly been thought to be the perfect choice as both show of force and olive branch to Austria's subjects in the Balkans.***

    (*** Maximilian in our timeline of course really did, briefly, become Emperor of Mexico, dying when his French support evaporated. There is a minor “butterfly “at work here, not related directly to Palmera, in that France of this timeline was successfully talked out of trying to intervene in Mexico, persuaded that the Mexicans wouldn't stand for it; hence Prince Max's very different life here, which is mainly an excuse to slightly adjust the core figures in the opening drama of the Great War.)

    The Black Hand clearly hadn't agreed, or perhaps had feared that the strategy might work well enough to interfere with their own plans. The bomb that bounced off the hood of the prince's Daimler hadn't deterred the royal – famously intrepid even as an octogenarian – from continuing his tour. His courage or recklessness had very nearly cost him dearly when a backup assassin had caught sight of him thereafter and squeezed off a shot at him. The bullet struck his collarbone and for days afterwards it had been touch and go, since even for a younger man there was no guarantee of surviving such a wound. There had been general relief when the word came down on the fifth of July that Prince Max was recovering and was expected to pull through.

    All was well... until the next crisis came along, anyway, but there was no point worrying about that. There was sabre-rattling from the Austrians, as one might expect, but it wasn't anticipated to amount to much. In fact at the very moment of the afternoon—just before Winkfield and Navigator were set to take to the track—when one of his functionaries brought the Prime Minister an urgent phone call, all the talk around him was of peace. One of his companions in the box, the noted citrus magnate and rising star of Palmey industry named Felix Gandel, had just returned from the opening of a symbolic Peace Palace in Belgium to which he'd been one of the benefactors. As Forsyth took the phone, Gandel was holding forth about his conversations with the great American philanthropist Andrew Carnegie**** and relating their agreement on how the sinews of business and trade and the general demands of rationality would force men of substance on every side to forgo anything so mad as a general war, and that the tribunals of the Peace Palace would tame crises and stabilize the European system. It was so obviously in everyone's interests that he couldn't see any other outcome.

    (**** Carnegie's anti-imperialist and pro-peace activism is just as prominent as in OTL. Gandel is a fictional figure who will be a similar icon of philanthropy for Palmera, notwithstanding the rather contradictory fact that his rising star in industry is related to the production of war materials; that he reconciles being an arms manufacturer and advocating peace at the same time is one of those remarkable feats of hypocrisy with which human history is replete.)

    Forsyth set down his beer and took the call. He was smiling when he took it; he wasn't smiling when he finished. His face ashen, he got up and excused himself and, to the considerable shock of his companions, left the box at speed. Big Ike never walked out on a race. Never, until now.

    The reason was simple: the news had come in over the wire. Prince Max had taken a bad turn and had died in the small hours of the morning. The Black Hand had gotten their man after all.

    1. “Jack Freedom Wants You!” Big Ike might have seemed frivolous about certain things, but war was never one of them. He'd served in the Third Border War as a younger man, had seen the Kitchener Camps firsthand. One of the primary reasons that the Militia had never been deployed en masse in foreign conflict—excepting the brief interlude of the Spanish Crisis, where they had at any rate not seen combat—was that figures like Forsyth had argued passionately against the proposition in Parliament. He couldn't pretend to anticipate the full horrors the coming war might have in store, but horrors he knew they would most certainly be.

    For all that, he also knew that Palmera could not continue to aspire to being a “lion's cub” if she sat out the war. Her national pride and profile, which related directly toward her national survival, were at stake. As the July Crisis unfolded and war emerged with nightmarish rapidity—at least he would have the miserable consolation of knowing his own “July Crisis” would be thoroughly eclipsed in the pages of history—he promised stolidly to follow Britain's lead and urged Palmeys to be united in doing the same. When Britain declared war in August, Forsyth stood up in Parliament to declare – only a fraction shy of his usual ringing bravura – that “we shall do what must be done.” Perhaps it was less enthusiastic than Canada's cry of “ready, aye, ready!” but the action that followed was no less decisive.

    The National Conscription Act of the Seven Year's War days had always been unevenly and somewhat lackadaisically enforced; now it became serious business and Forsyth pressed magistrates hard to treat draft-dodging as a crime to the maximal extent the law allowed. He was sure that when the British saw the first Palmey regiments in action, they would demand more, and he didn't want the stick of the courts to be the only incentive to sign up. Palmera needed to mobilize manpower from her largest city to her smallest hamlet as never before, and could leave nothing to chance. The “lion's cub” needed, as never before, to roar.

    An Expeditionary wing of the National Militia Service was formed in haste, and before the month of July was out, Forsyth was propagandizing urgently to get young men to volunteer instead of waiting for their draft card to appear in the mail. The Dustie painter Horace Pippin* found his first steady work as an artist for the Service, producing stark images of Jack Freedom, rifle in hand, demanding solidarity from all his children. “Jack Freedom Wants You!” was the cry of the day, along with such slogans as “When the Nation Calls... Her Sons Will Answer!” and “God Save the King!” and “The Hun Brute Rampages – Enlist!” Posters and handbills went out in a blizzard across the nation and summoned forth a response that almost swamped the militia's processing offices; young Palmey men were enthusiastic, almost disturbingly so, about the chance to show the world their nation's mettle.

    (* He's an historical figure, although having grown up a Dustie in Palmera he had better access to schooling and his work is more polished in this timeline—more comparable to the work of Julius Bloch, who did a famous portrait of him IOTLwhich depending on your preferences is either a gain or a loss.)

    The Expeditionary Service wasn't just preparing to go to Europe, or North Africa, or wherever in the main theatre of the war they might be called. They were also preparing to defend the Caribbean in the event the war should come home to Palmera herself, or that the Germans should have designs in the Western hemisphere. They thus mustered up three regiments, one designated for trans-Atlantic service – the First Expeditionary Regiment – another designated for service in the “near abroad,” the Second Expeditionary Regiment, and the Third a reserve. The“firster” and “seconder” experiences of the Great War would be drastically different. The reservists, or “thirders,” at first despaired of ever seeing action, while the “regulars” who continued to serve on the home front would have another experience again. In officers' (and eventually soldiers') parlance they came to be “Alfas,” “Bravos,” “Charlies” and “Deltas.”

    The further one's assignment was from at least the prospect of fighting on a European front, the less prestige it held. The gulf swiftly became bitter enough to alienate family members from one another, as was born witness by the letter that one young recruit, Frank Heyland from the tiny hamlet of Quamina (in Kingsland county), sent to his grandmother:


    Dearest Ajee**,

    I hope you are well. We are all bearing up fine here and eager to be in the fight. Tustenuggee*** is a harsh place but I am very inspired by the severity and bravery of our training officers who I am sure are doing the best they can to prepare us to face up manfully in the trials to come. I am eating well and the camp is suprisingly [sic] healthful, and I am feeling more vigorous than ever. I suppose when I come home that I shall trouble you even more than I have ever done with my runnings-about!

    (** “Ajee” is a West Indian term for “grandmother.”)

    (*** The Service's boot camp outside of Daltonville.)​

    Jack is not speaking to me and is in pretty persistant [sic] sulks. Its [sic] a shame. I think it is on account of his having been assigned the Second Force instead of the First which has been my fortune. I hope he comes round but if the truth be told I am glad he shall be here in the Sunny Nation whilest [sic] I go into the maw of the Hun. The prospect seemed almost romantic when we enlisted but the closer we come to shipping out the darker my thoughts grow. I should like Jack to be spared whatever is to come although my squad-mates are all capitol [sic] fellows and I am reassured that they will stand beside me through whatever valleys of darkness we may encounter.

    I wanted not to speak of such things in this letter but I do not suppose you have any allusions [sic]. You never did. At any rate I know that you are proud of us for doing our duty. I think perhaps we may never see fighting at all as it happens for the Brits and the Canucks are already making a fine brest [sic] of it and gave the Hun a good pasting at Vimy as you have probably heard.

    I am getting along well with my Enfield and feel we shall be fast friends by the end of the buisness [sic]. I do miss little Cassie and do tell her I hope she is keeping up with her letters and that I would very much like to hear her reade [sic] some verses when I am back again. Mister McKay's poetry has been speaking to me of late and I am sure you know the one****. Maybe do not have her read that but some of his verses about the sun on the waters. I am confidant [sic] you know best.

    (**** Claude McKay, who is a Palmey poet in the timeline, has still written the poem “If We Must Die” which Frank is likely alluding to here.)​

    I must get about things as it is about time for dinner. Until next time Ajee. Write back soon and know that if the Hun ever does come over the horizon in the near abroad or the far one that the Heyland boys stand reddy [sic] to give them what for! Lay a flower for Mama for us. I will write again soon.

    Your loving grandson,

    Frank”

    Frank Heyland would never see home again after he shipped out. Most of the First Regiment never did.

    2. The Price of a Vineyard: It wasn't just from Palmera that men of the region came to answer the call to war. They came from points across the Caribbean, too, forming up at Tustenuggee by pre-arrangement with the British War Office, and a full British West Indies Regiment would ship out alongside the First Expeditionary Regiment in November of 1914, under the joint command of Palmera's Colonel Tapley Pendergrass and Colonel Jardine Hopewell from Jamaica. Pendergrass was de facto senior of the pair and would effectively control the two regiments as a combined force.

    He was a glamourous looking Lanney, a solid old Service hand and one of those curious individuals who seemed never to age visibly past a certain point (for all that he was sixty you wouldn't put him a day over forty). Mainly he was thought qualified for the duty on account of having been a freebooter in his younger days – legend had it he had met his wife, and most such tale-spinners described her as his “beautiful White wife,” while raiding pirate ships in the Sea of China* – and thus having seen actual combat. Saving his wife, who was deceased now, Pendergrass didn't view that era of his life with the romanticism his men did; since joining the Service he'd come to regard mercenaries as mostly vicious, shameful curs and was ashamed to have been one of them. But his journeys had at least prepared him for one reality that his men were about to face: the full force of European racism.

    (* An actual tall tale by a real freebooter of the era named George Boynton.)

    There were years of high-level lobbying by Palmey officials behind the fact that Britain's War Office had called on Palmera and the West Indies at all. Most of the British bureaucracy of the day was opposed to the use of Black soldiers in any capacity, and had only agreed to it because the King – owing to an old friendship with Micajah Dalton, who appealed to him quietly as all the behind-the-scenes bargaining played out – had personally interceded. Even thus, Pendergrass had been privately briefed before embarking that it was likely the British would try to push his men into support and labour roles; when Palmera's multiracial First Expeditionary arrived, and the mostly-black British West Indies Regiment beside them, getting into the fight at all would be the first fight they faced.**

    (** There was a British West Indies regiment during the Great War IOTL and in fact they were mostly placed in menial roles in just this way. Royal intercession was necessary for even that degree of service; here it goes farther. There was also a West India Regiment, a separate colonial force that in OTL saw brief action in the German Cameroons. Thanks to the First Expeditionary and the BWI Regiment's example, these colonial troops will also see action in the European theatre.)

    In truth just getting a tent proved a challenge. Hundreds of the troops came within a whisker of dying of exposure at Sussex; Pendergrass had to raise Hell at the highest levels of command to avert the disaster***. It was hard to say whether it was good fortune or ill that this attracted the attention of an old “friend” of Palmera, Herbert Lord Kitchener, now the Secretary of State for War; alerted to their plight, he not only vouched for the Palmeys' fighting spirit and leadership, but also suggested their force as a participant in a scheme he had in mind for “opening up” the war.

    (*** Several hundred West Indian troops in fact did die this way for lack of shelter in Britain IOTL.)

    The Western front had already become an infamous meat-grinder. There were two competing schemes for launching an assault on Turkey that would essentially flank the Central powers and hopefully produce an Arab revolt into the bargain. One involved an assault on Constantinople through the Dardanelles; while Kitchener's scheme suggested a landing in Syria at Alexandretta. The French eventually refused the Syrian option—nervous at the prospect of having British troops landing and fighting in their sphere of influence—and a direct assault on the Turkish capital had tantalizing war-winning potential. The end result, after a massive British naval task force failed to force the straits on its own, was the Palmera and West Indian contingent being joined to a combined force of Brits, ANZACS, French colonials and Indians in an amphibious landing at Gallipoli****.

    (**** It's Austro-Hungarian naval action that thwarts the attempt to force the straits ITTL; you can thank Prince Max. Most of what follows here stays close to the actual events of the Gallipoli campaign, except that the Palmey and West Indian troops stand in for the 88th Brigade and the Dubliners at Cape Helles, who are thus freed up to find different but otherwise fairly typical Great War-type fates elsewhere.)

    The Palmeys and the West Indians found themselves in the fight directly as part of the landing force at Cape Helles—proving their bravery and mettle to everyone's satisfaction in short order—but the assault stalled due to indecisiveness up the chain of command, giving the Turks time to rally the defense. The grinding trench warfare that characterized almost every front of the war began.

    By the time the August offensive came, there was no longer any question of the Palmeys and West Indians having to win anyone's respect. They fought for months beside British and French colonial troops who had learned to rely on their bravery; men of every colour dug the same trenches, sang the same songs, went over the top together. It was a brotherhood forged at an awful price in blood and fire, and when the order came to go over the top once more in a “diversionary action” for the main force at Sari Bair, it would be among the most lethal and futile actions of the entire war. The First Expeditionary Regiment was virtually destroyed as a fighting force when it was enfiladed by Turkish machine guns, and the British West Indies Regiment was decimated, Col. Hopewell falling along with his men. The vineyard was the only piece of territory they managed to gain in exchange.

    Pendergrass left Gallipoli a shell-shocked and broken man, haunted forever after by how eager he'd been to get his boys into the fight, by survivor's guilt and by a dark suspicion that British commanders held his men's lives cheaper than White men's. “Cape Hell,” as it came to be known, claimed the lives of over 3,500 of the four thousand officers and men who'd embarked from Palmera*****, most of the remainder being evacuated due to sickness. More than half of the British West Indies Regiment was killed or wounded.

    (***** Proportionally these losses are similar to the disaster that befell the 88th Brigade in the Battle of Krithia Vineyard IOTL. In the real battle most of the Brigade was wiped out in the span of ten minutes. More Palmeys fall because the First Expeditionary is a slightly larger force. Pendergrass' suspicions might well be right except that it would be hard to excel the cheapness of life already on display.)

    Through this horror the men of Palmera and the Caribbean had earned their place on the front lines; everyone said it even as reservists were being called up to join what was reformed into the Combined Expedition Force of Palmera and the British West Indies (known as the Combos for short). The War Office renounced limits on their numbers, and Combo regiments would go on to fight with distinction on the Western front and in the Middle East. In all nearly a hundred and fifty thousand soldiers, sailors and aviators from Palmera, and another thirty thousand men from across the Caribbean, would serve in the Great War by the time it was done+. More than half of them were killed, wounded or captured; Black prisoners of war were almost immediately executed or put to forced labour.

    (+ This is just over eight percent of Palmera's population. If that seems like an astonishing figure, it is, but it matches the proportions of populations that enlisted in Canada and Australia and is just under New Zealand's, a country of more comparable size. The Caribbean contribution is nowhere near these proportions but matches the combined participation of the British West Indies and the West India Regiments IOTL; general enthusiasm for dying in the cause of Empire, in the British West Indies mostly driven by hopes of gaining recognition and independence, was understandably cooler.)

    3. The Haitian Incident, a.k.a. The Sixty-Minute War: In the view of the Forsyth government, the sanguinary sacrifices in the far-off theatres of the Great War were heartbreaking -- “Big Ike” himself aged dramatically in the course of it as guilt weighed on him for having fought for his country's place at that blood-soaked dinner table – but necessary, however terrible, as an exercise in staking an irrevocable place for the nation on the world stage. To be sure this reasoning would come to attract derision from some quarters after the war's end, but at the time it was understood and supported in a visceral way—to varying extents—by the thousands upon thousands of reservists, conscripts and fresh recruits alike who would go on to serve. The “Alfas” and the “Charlies” and eventually the “Combos” were buying Palmera's future in the global order at the price of their own lives.

    Arguably, though, it was events in the Western Hemisphere, especially across the northern border in the Marches, and in the Caribbean and the Gulf that were more directly crucial to the nation's security. The so-called “seconders” or “Bravos” who came to serve in this theatre as part of what initially was called the Second Expeditionary Regiment, and which eventually became the Second Expeditionary Force, were exiled from what even Palmeys saw as the main stage of history but would take part in a drama that would come closer to bringing direct war down on the country's head than anything happening in Europe.

    Great “Scares” would sweep both Palmera and America during the period of the Great War. In America, easily the worst of these was the “Red Scare” which came in late 1917 with the November Revolution in Russia. The Bear had already been pulled from the War by the prior February Revolution that had ousted the Tsar—who would seek refuge along with his family in Britain, but be denied as continued turmoil was marching toward a Communist revolution under the leadership of Maxim Kamenev, also known as “Argunin”—but it was Kamenev's Bolshevik revolutionaries, co-led by even more sinister figures like Nikolai Narodin, who stirred the true sensation, leading to hysterias and notions of “Reds under the bed” across the States even before the war's end, particularly due to vigorous anti-war agitation by anarchists of the IWW. It was in response to this that President George Howe's government eventually championed a Sedition Act that deported socialists, anarchists, terrorists and ideological dissidents with remarkably little discernment among them come 1918.*

    (* George Howe is TTL's analogue of Woodrow Wilson, an in-law of the real Woodrow Wilson who died relatively young IOTL but here lives to go into politics and reach the summit. He's an older and more seasoned figure than Wilson was, and although he's not one of those Northern liberals charmed by Booker T. Washington, neither is he anywhere near as racist as Wilson was. A lot of American expansionist politics plays out the same regardless, because those are driven by forces larger than any one man, but Howe's extra half-measure of reserve proves crucial in what follows.

    (The Red Scare and Russian Revolution events are much as IOTL except Vladimir I. Ulyanov and Josef Dzhugashvilli didn't survive their prison stints here. “Maxim Kamenev” is a Lenin analogue with a characteristically Bolshevik tough-guy pseudonym that means “as hard as it gets” or “as stony as it gets” (he is not Lev Kamenev); his other 'nym, “Argunin,” is based on a Siberian river just like Lenin's was. “Nikolai Narodin” or roughly “Nikolai the People's Man” is basically Nikolay Bauman—IOTL the first martyr for the Bolshevik cause—who survives here to take on a snazzy new pseudonym of his own; it's Dzhugashvilli, never getting the chance to grow into Stalin, who takes his place in the martyr role. Bauman of our timeline was noted for being witty, malicious and an effective and dedicated organizer; you might be able to guess at the kind of role he'll eventually play in Russia.)

    The Red Scare would cut no similar figure in Palmera. To be sure, the Jucker government deplored the Communist Revolution when it came, was sympathetic to the Tsar's plight—in fact as an old partner in the Ethiopian Wars it was eventually Palmera who would extend him asylum, controversially and semi-sensationally, when all the European candidates had turned him down**—was as resolutely anti-socialist as ever and was vigilant about the prospect of anarchist terrorists on its own shores, of whom it arrested not a few during the war years. But there were no mass expulsions or exiles, as the common wisdom in Forsyth's government was that the famous “Bolt From Above” had pulled the teeth of socialist revolutionary elements years before, and antiwar sentiment among Palmera's workers—especially in the burgeoning industrial sector, which had the war to thank for its growth—was far from being at threatening levels. The event that provoked a renewal and updating of the nation's own sedition laws with the Sedition and Revolution Act in 1916 thus had nothing to do with communists in far-off Russia; it had to do with the Klan Scare that began in 1915 and that would effectively persist for at least another decade and a half.

    (** The Romanovs in Palmera are a saga all their own and will be covered in a subsequent chapter. In truth it is the relatively low ebb of the left at this period in Palmera—and a curious basking in the reflected glory that comes of guesting a former Russian Emperor—more than the obscure old ties through the Ethiopian business that really carry the day for Tsar Nicholas and his relations.)

    The re-emergence of the Klan didn't occasion much immediate note outside the Marcher states in America, at least not at first. On the other hand, the Klan propaganda film “Birth of a Nation” was seen as a shot across the bow in Palmera, the signal flare of a resurgent nightmare that had been thought dead a generation ago. To be sure, it was not as if the racial environment in the States after Jim Crow (or for that matter before it) had been particularly conducive of optimism to begin with; many Dusties had come to the country fleeing this race riot or that, the most recent spectacular example being Atlanta in 1906. But the Klan represented White violence, and the threat of White supremacist agitation among the Sutcheys of Palmera, like nothing else did.

    “Birth of a Nation” quickly became the first film to be outright banned in Palmera, on national security grounds (a ban that would be contested by some civil libertarians, even some Black civil libertarians, but very few and to little avail in the short term). The Forsyth government camouflaged this fact to a limited extent by producing its own propaganda film under the same name—in point of fact the nation's first feature-length major film, directed by the seminal Dustie novelist and filmmaker Oscar Devereaux—lionizing the Servicemen of the Third Border War as part of the recruiting effort for the present one.*** Even as this seemingly-minor drama of the arts was playing out, however, the Klan Scare would motivate the government to perhaps the riskiest political action any government of the nation had ever attempted.

    (*** The original “Birth of a Nation” is in its basic outlines pretty much the same as D.W. Griffith's infamous but influential propaganda reel of OTL. The answering Palmey version is roughly coeval with New Zealand's first feature film “Hinemoa,” and its director Oscar Devereaux is an analogue of IOTL Black filmmaking pioneer Oscar Micheaux, who will go on to cut an even more towering figure in the history of film here.)

    Haiti had been a simmering pressure point of relations with the great Goliath in the north for years. The States was increasingly taking a maximal view of the Monroe Doctrine, out of a genuine interest in stability but also in no small part with a view to enhancing its military and commercial prospects throughout the Hemisphere, and Haiti—as a desirable naval base and centre of trading opportunity—was increasingly a target from the latter 19th century into the present one. Palmey companies also sought opportunities in Haiti, but as a country outside the original British sphere of influence their participation in the Haitian market was resented by American businessmen.

    This involvement was suffered grudgingly because close relationships between Palmey officialdom and the tiny but economically powerful community of Haitian-Germanic creoles—forged in the old Dalton days—had enabled Palmera to talk their counterparts in the troubled Haiti out of floating high-interest loans to competing revolutionary political factions on more than one occasion, thus stabilising the country (at least somewhat) for business from all nations; the Haitian Germans had been compensated by corresponding business opportunities in Palmera herself. On the other hand, loans from Palmera had also been successful in staving off an American consortium's attempt to outright buy Haiti's national bank and treasury in 1910, which Forsyth had claimed was an “unanticipated outcome” but which some parties in Washington felt certain was deliberate sabotage****.

    (**** The American consortium outright buying out Haiti's national bank and treasury was an actual IOTL event and arguably the single greatest contributor to the crisis that led to the American occupation. The regrettable tendency of the wealthy Haitian-German minority to feather its nest by what amounted to a sort of revolution profiteering was also real IOTL.)

    In truth it probably was deliberate sabotage. The Secret Service was active in Haiti, seeing in it a primary theatre of national interest not just on commercial grounds but also on Black Zion grounds; however complicated relations with Haiti might be, however superior Palmey attitudes might have been, nobody in the Touladi was in any doubt that an American occupation in Haiti would be carried out by White troops hailing mostly from Marcher states, with results almost certain to be sinister and disastrous. It would amount, in some minds—including Forsyth's—to simply letting the Klan occupy the island*****. On the other hand, Palmera officially retained a posture of “cooperation in mutual interest” with the States, which made defending Haiti's continued self-determination, and staving off the prospect of a puppet dictator who might favour American business interests and extirpate their Palmey counterparts, a difficult prospect indeed after the advent of war with Germany.

    (***** This is an exaggeration, but the fears are not completely unfounded. Notwithstanding roads, schools and infrastructure-building, the American occupation IOTL is largely remembered in Haiti as a reign of racist terror in which at least some American troops manifested habits that sound distinctly not just White supremacist but strikingly Klan-like, for example in the habit of wearing blackface to both mock and intimidate the local population in just the same way the early Klan did with its victims. If this wasn't actually Klan-inspired, it qualified as an independent invention. Of course the entire American military isn't made up of people like that in either timeline.)

    Sure enough, Howe's administration in Washington began making noises immediately upon the advent of the Great War about the likelihood that the Haitian-Germanic community was wholly controlled by Germany. The Touladi thought this claim to be patently absurd—no such ties showed up in their intelligence reports and the general feeling was that Haiti's German creoles were loyal largely to themselves—but there was no point protesting to Washington about it, as the idea was clearly pretext, designed to provide a casus belli for an invasion and occupation long bruited about in American officialdom. The Haiti Question loomed every bit as large in Palmera's foreign policy calculus as the Great War itself did, as the country could ill afford to be cut out from the Haitian trade (or that of the nearby Dominican Republic, also sure to happen) if it hoped to continue being able to participate in affairs further abroad. Something had to be done.

    And yet... the prospect of Doing Something was a fearsome one. Palmera had never before put her toe, militarily speaking, across the lines drawn by the Monroe Doctrine, and not doing so was one of the pillars of national survival. Testing Washington's resolve in this way amounted, in many opinions, to an act of madness; it was better to have to do without the gold mines in the highlands of Hispaniola than to take such a risk. Still, it was a virtual certainty that acting unopposed, the Howe administration could quickly bring about a takeover of the little island nation. Palmera was already sending her sons into battle for national credibility in Europe; how could she still claim such credibility if she were impotent in the Caribbean?

    In July of 1915, Haiti was quite suddenly racked by an anti-German revolt. It brought to power Leonaldo Hipolyte, who tried to seize the assets of the Haitian-German creole families and moved to expel... well, it was not clear quite who else he moved to expel. The Palmey story was that he had vowed to drive out both American and Palmey traders in the country and to nationalize their holdings. In response to this threat, the Second Expeditionary Regiment swung into action—almost as if they'd been pre-alerted to the coup—storming Port-au-Prince and deposing Hipolyte so swiftly that the resulting conflict was called the Sixty-Minute War.****** Isaac Forsyth telephoned Washington to inform President Howe of the action and that he had, as ever, acted to preserve the mutual interests of the “old and friendly American-Palmeran partnership.” He did so the day after it was already a fait accompli.

    (****** Hipolyte is TTL's analogue of Vilbrun Guillaume—who met an ill fate indeed after his short five-month reign IOTL—here unseated before he has the chance to properly establish a government. The Sixty-Minute War is between fifteen and twenty-two minutes off-pace from our timeline's shortest recorded war, the Anglo-Zanzibar War.)

    Was the anti-German revolt really ginned up by a Touladi playing both sides as its own pretext for preempting an American invasion? Howe certainly thought so, and was furious. American newspapers covered the “Haitian Incident” sensationally, calling it a betrayal of the Monroe Doctrine and American rights on the island, a thumbing of the nose by an “upstart Negro dominion hiding under Britain's skirts.” Factions inside the White House demanded action against the “Nigger Nation,” as one of them infamously described the Palmeys+. Tensions rose amid the very real prospect of an American occupation not of Haiti, now, but of Palmera itself, as Howe raised holy Hell with Britain's foreign ministry, even directly calling on the Prime Minister himself and warning him ominously that British “interference” in the Western hemisphere, which to his mind the Palmey action clearly was and which any action to save her from the consequences would certainly be, would not be tolerated.

    (+ An analogue to William Jennings Bryant's infamous “Imagine it, niggers speaking French!” quote about Haiti from OTL. This was just how a lot of Americans talked at the time.)

    Forsyth, for his part, blithely reassured all and sundry that he had acted in American business interests as much as Palmera's, preserving both with the utmost possible speed, that he had no involvement whatever in the revolt of Hipolyte and that he had entirely meant to inform Howe before taking action, save that events had run ahead of anyone. He was also rumoured to have privately argued to the British foreign office that obviously Washington was a far likelier sponsor of the revolt than Palmera and that it had simply backfired, that Palmera had happened to be in a position to clean up the mess at no cost to the White House and was happy to do it, and that there was no reason to let this minor event interfere with the dominion's continued loyal support of the Allied war effort.

    The crisis teetered on a brink for several weeks. It was the sacrifice of the First Expeditionary at Gallipoli that finally resolved it. The British frostily informed Howe that if he really was the champion of self-determination that he pretended to be, a cause to which it was pointedly noted that Palmera was already contributing more in terms of lives and sacrifice than America was, he should surely be more concerned with repelling Hun aggression than with feathering his nest in Haiti. It was left implied that this fact should shame the Americans, but it was not left implied that the British Empire would regretfully have to carefully consider the “special relationship” and possibly even regard Washington as effectively having entered the war on the side of the Germans if it attacked what was now deemed an important part of the Allied war effort.

    Howe was reportedly even more outraged by this than by the “Haitian Incident” itself, as well he might have been... but he was also sensible of the larger eye of history, and that imperilling the “special relationship” with Britain and allowing himself to be painted a villain over little Haiti was far from worth it++. In the end, cooler heads prevailed. The White House tabled the question of “sure consequences for Palmera's meddling” for the future in the interests of amity with Britain and the common cause of defeating the Hun, and the shared bonds of sacrifice in the Great War would, in the event, put future prospects of Washington waging war on Palmera firmly in the ambit of fringe American elements thereafter.

    (++ The “special relationship” has arguably existed since the late 1850's but in neither our timeline nor this one has it yet become the thing of concrete solidity that it would later become for the bulk of the Twentieth Century.)

    The British message to Forsyth was reportedly four simple words: “Don't do it again.” Forsyth blithely reassured them even as Ovince Danastor—assuring one and all that he was certainly not the puppet of the Palmeran Secret Service that rumour held him to be—took power on the island. The Second Expeditionary evacuated the Haitian-German creoles for their safety (it was a small operation, there were only about two hundred of them+++) and remained to “secure a peaceful transition of power” as Palmey businessmen established a trust to supervise and protect the property and holdings of the German creoles until such time as they could “safely” return to them. Thenceforth it was competing communities of American and Palmeran expatriate businessmen and their families who would lead the ranks of Haiti's exploiters.

    (+++ Yes, there really were just a couple hundred of them at this point IOTL, too.)

    Palmera's role in the revolt and its aftermath remained obscure; Secret Service documents related to the Sixty-Minute War were deemed some of the nation's most sensitive, enough so that they remained classified until well after the turn of the following century. Palmera would go on to reinvigorate the “American partnership” by her role in exposing a German plot to lure America and Mexico into war with one another++++, and short-term official hostility receded. The long-term arrangement would amount to effective Americo-Palmeran condominium over Haiti under the cover of the Danastor regime.

    Ill-feeling persisted, though; when the American Expeditionary Force joined the War in 1917, one Palmey regiment that arrived in France to serve alongside them found that the Americans had fortified their own barracks against them and forbade Palmeys to enter, even training their guns on them+++++. The Haitian Incident was cited for years after by lawmakers demanding tariffs on Palmeran goods. Rumours of Palmera's shadowy influence and spies fuelled anti-Palmey sentiment in the Marcher states as never before, arguably contributing—rather ironically—to the growth of the Klan.

    (++++ OTL had the Zimmerman telegram, in TTL it's the Zoellner Incident: a German agent is caught on a journey through Palmera instead and the plot is exposed.)

    (+++++ Something like this really happened IOTL, but between White and African-American soldiers of the 364th Infantry, stationed together on home soil in the Jim Crow South during WW2.)

    In the Palmey press, though, the whole business was celebrated as one of Big Ike's most famous exploits, nothing less than the salvation of Haiti. As his deputy PM, Lemuel Bolton, would later put it in his memoirs: “Of all the mad gambles of those mad years, that Haitian business was by far Big Ike's maddest; may God bless him for it.”
     
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    The Hinge of History, Pt. 3
  • We now embark on the immediate post-war period, in which we'll see some of the change wrought by the Great War and its aftermath begin to play out. This will be the last chapter in the "Hinge of History."

    Previously in the timeline:
    The Spanish Period to Home Rule. A curious twist of fate results in a British resettlement project for Black freedmen going to the depopulated southern reaches of an alternate Florida named Palmera.
    The Lion's Cub, Part One. The Union of Palmera battles tides of unrest washing out from America after the Civil War, culminating in the traumatic rebellion called the Third Border War.
    The Lion's Cub, Continued. The Gilded Age unfolds in Palmera in a mingling of glory and tragedy.
    The Lion's Cub, Conclusion. The Union cautiously begins to carve out a place in the international orders of politics, finance and trade.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 1 ("Unseen Pressures Build"). On the eve of the Great War, new forces of nationalism, religion and activism are growing.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 2 ("We Shall Do What Must Be Done"). The Great War erupts, and the full cost in blood and moral compromise of Palmera's "lion's cub" aspirations becomes plain.

    Resource Posts:
    Palmera at the End of the Belle Epoque: A Snapshot. A map and a demographic summary of the Union of Palmera in the year 1914.
    Glossary of Palmey English Terms. A glossary of Palmeyisms or otherwise unfamiliar language occurring in the text. Periodically updated as the timeline advances.


    Story Posts:
    The Deal. Tequesta County's rural isolation is set to make way for an age of development... but who will benefit?
    Song of Songs. Though times are tough in the wake of the Great Tequesta Hurricane, little has changed in the rarified world of the social elite. Or has it?


    The Hinge of History, Pt. 3 (“Lift Every Voice and Sing”):
    James Weldon Johnson, born at Daltonville in 1871, was already a famous poet before he served in a Combo regiment during the war years. It was his service in the war and the men he met there—from all over the Land of Jack Freedom, across the Caribbean, around the world – that inspired his great and wrenching triumph of religious poetry “Joss' Horns,” which told in free verse of Johnson's own struggle to reconcile his stubborn clinging to belief in a Creator with the horrors he had seen. The book spoke in the vernacular voice of the Palmey soldier and—a first in Palmey letters—in accurately-rendered Chatta here and there to boot*, and went on to become a classic of world Black literature generally.

    (* Johnson was a real Black American poet in Florida of OTL, born at Jacksonville in the same year this Johnson was born in Daltonville. “Joss' Horns” is an analogue of – but a very, very different work from – the poet's real masterwork “God's Trombones.” The word Joss is itself Chatta or Palmey patois meaning “God,” just as “Jah” does in Jamaican patois. The title is a threefold allusion: to the regimental trumpets that called men out of the trenches – as often as not to meet their Maker – to the terrible angelic trumpets of Revelation and yet more darkly to the struggle to discern between the harshly sovereign will of God and the reavings of his horned Adversary in No Man's Land.)

    For all that, the work of Johnson's that spoke most accurately to the nation's sense of deliverance at the end of the great tribulation had been written almost fifteen years prior to the war. “Lift Every Voice and Sing” would be put to music, read from pulpits or through tears at funeral eulogies over empty caskets, and quoted in political speeches, perhaps with a slight spin on the lyrics. It was, for example, quoted by Deputy Prime Minister Lemuel Bolton on rainy November's day, standing tall and dark and reedy before a microphone on a hastily-rigged stage with the Ensign of Freedom fluttering, the warlike statues of Daltonville's Monument to the Battle of Fort Campbell** looming in the background as he announced armistice and victory:

    "Lift every voice and sing
    Till earth and heaven ring,
    Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
    Let our rejoicing rise
    High as the listening skies,
    Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
    Sing a song full of the faith that the dark days have taught us,
    Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us.
    Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
    Let us rejoice that Victory is won."​

    (** The monument, actually erected in the wake of the Third Border War, consists of statues of the three greatest heroes of the first such conflict – Absalom Dalton, the Seminole chieftain Osceola, and Sir Charles Worthington – standing over the prone and defeated form of Old Hickory.)

    It was the best part of what in truth was an otherwise pretty forgettable speech delivered to a small crowd. Oratory was not Bolton's strongest suit. There were no rapturous scenes in Palmera's streets: a deadly influenza epidemic was convulsing the country and the world, and most of the crowd watching Bolton were women wearing kerchiefs over their faces; he had happened to be in the city when the news broke because he was coordinating the response and trying to keep spirits up in Utina. A pall of sorrow and uncertainty still hung over tens of thousands of households, who were awaiting word of whether men captured in battle by the enemy would be coming home at all. Bolton would later recollect that he fancied he saw the questions “Where is my brother? Where is my husband? Where is my son?” in the eyes of many of his listeners that day; the P.O.W. cause would become a central passion of the Allied Mothers of the Nation. Most of those families would be disappointed, the struggle of years thereafter being to find their loved one's remains or the circumstances of their deaths and in some cases to pursue compensation from the murderers of surrendered soldiers.

    Still, there was a general mood of quiet relief. If complete deliverance hadn't come just yet, it was in sight. The guns had finally fallen silent and the worst was over. The Los Cayos Hurricane*** would come howling in the following year as the last of the epidemic's dead were being buried, but compared to the man-made disaster of the war, natural disaster barely registered as a blip on the nation's resolve. There would be a brief depression in the couple of years after that, and there would be recriminations, conflicts and controversies over how best to memorialize – or even just remember – the war years. To some, Forsyth and Bolton were heroes ever after, even honorary additions to the distinguished rolls of the Fathers of the Nation; to others, villains whose callous maneuverings illustrated modern society's allegiance to abstract “political realism” at the expense of life and justice. But in the short term, there were more of the former than the latter, enough so that Lemuel Bolton would go on from that rain-damp stage to succeed his boss in the top job in the elections of 1920, elections in which the United Freedom Congress would actually gain seats in the Commons.

    (*** Known IOTL as the Florida Keys Hurricane. There will also be a major hurricane at Hillsborough in the fall of '21.)

    The roaring years, the years of jubilation and triumphalism, were very much in the offing, but they would bring a fresh round of conflicts and contradictions in their train. The war and the dormant social forces it unleashed would join the ever-accelerating pace of modernity to change Palmera's social fabric forever. Lemuel Bolton's successive governments would define the country in the Twenties and early Thirties, but would also prove the end point of the Juckers' golden era and unbroken procession of electoral victory.

    The fall of what seemed at the time an impervious political dynasty was still almost fourteen years in the future, though, when Bolton stood up and quoted Johnson's most famous poem on that rainy November morning in 1918. Only the truly prescient would suspect its coming.

    1. Social Change & The Parrish Field Ruction: Association Football, what America and Canada would call “soccer,” was forty-two years old in Palmera by 1921. By this time football's status as the national sport was unrivalled, unquestioned and proverbial; the urban share of the population was growing fast and if you lived in the towns or cities, supporting your local football side was nearly as much a necessity of integrating into Palmey society as learning your local Chatta in the streets or doing your militia service.

    In the villages and hamlets around the country it was even more of a religion, with kids kicking balls in rustic yards and dreaming of glory, the league and division schedules memorized so that on Sunday mornings—when the county broadsheets carried the records of that week's matches and thrilling descriptions of the feats involved—boys and young men would be squirming in church with the agony of waiting to get home and find out whom God had favoured on the pitches. It was a state of affairs that their priests and pastors decried with a weary futility, and football's hold on young imaginations would only grow stronger with the advent of the crystal radio early in the decade and the rise of the sporting broadcast.

    Parrish Field in Daltonville was tied for the title of the nation's oldest football pitch with Reddick Field in Eleutheria, but it was the northern stadium—capable of seating more than fifty thousand souls—that was the more prestigious, and the traditional site of the Nation's Cup Final. It was also where some of the most famous derbies were held in the tournament's qualifying rounds. Daltonville's most widely and passionately-favoured First Division sides – the Balton Gardens Spurs (informally nicknamed the “Fighting Teagues”) and the Livingston Athletic F.C. (now known informally as the “Livingston Combo” or the “Lucky Boys Combo”****) – often clashed early in the tournament in the Three Kings Derby.

    (**** Balton Gardens was a poor neighbourhood in Daltonville proper, with a large Sutchey population; “Teague” was originally a nickname for Sutcheys who had, or claimed to have, Irish descent, but here it is generalized to both the players and fans of the Spurs. The wartime term “Combo” increasingly migrates to football clubs, especially First Division clubs – the top four clubs in each county, although really the First Division in the Big Four counties of Legree, Liberia, Hillsborough and Osceola were in a far different class – as a means of claiming the prestige of the Combo regiments for the finest players of the beautiful game. It was often bestowed in affectionate, honorary fashion on one's side by war veteran fans who crowded the stands, and in not a few cases because there were ex-Servicemen on the pitch itself, as was the case in the suburb of Livingston whose veterans described themselves as the “Lucky Boys.”)

    Three Kings took place on the sixth of January at the tail end of Crucian*****, the earliest entry in Palmera's Carnival Season and a kind of miniature prelude to parties to come. The temperance movement had won its decades-long struggle to bring in Prohibition north of the border in 1920 – President Howe's controversial parting gift to his nation – and was still gamely fighting the battle in Palmera too. The Allied Mothers of the Nation were lecturing the passing crowds from improvised bandstands on the main routes to Parrish Field, on what had until recently been Daltonville's outskirts; they were joined by white-robed Israelites (or bow-tied Israelites) who in the name of their current Prophet Josiah Gershom warned all who would hear that liquor was ungodly and that they must keep pure, for “the Tribulation is just begun.”****** For the most part, the crowds streaming by benignly ignored them all.

    (***** Palmera has its own version of Carnival, called Pascoe, at Easter—this is the real core of “Carnival Season” and the bash that truly compares with or excels Carnival elsewhere—but it also isn't averse to importing other versions from around the Caribbean in smaller form, along with celebrations of other holidays. At this date the round of celebrations has grown to what will basically be the modern Carnival Season calendar, and outside of Pascoe it includes Crucian – a three-day Epiphany carnival imported from the Leeward Islands – Mardi Gras from Trinidad in February, St. Patrick's Day in March [Palmera's actual Irish population isn't all that large, but what the heck], and Gustavus Vassa Day in April to commemorate the founding of Calusa.)

    (****** By this point, Solomon ben Solomon has died in exile in British Guiana. The Israelites seen in the streets here are from an offshoot church which has renounced some of his more controversial doctrines, especially the ones about polygamy and white skin being the Mark of Cain, and have taken on the name of the Noetic Israelite Church of the Tribulation, which is now beginning to grow as a mainstream faith.)

    In many respects those crowds looked much like they had always done: the upper and middle classes were represented by soberly-clad men and women of every race and creed, in bowler hats or long skirts that not so many years ago had been the height of fashion, but were already beginning to look like relics of a bygone age. Here and there, the colourful attire of Crucian was on display, women and sometimes men in bright skirts and dresses and beads dancing and singing and passing around bottles of rum, a preview of the atmosphere of carnival which would crescendo to the vast street parties of Pascoe a few months' hence. Among the more well-heeled youth more recent fashions could be seen, the daring short skirts and fashionable caps of the “flappers” already coming into evidence and drawing looks of mingled intrigue, trepidation and resentment from your more traditional sort, but the spirit of revelry wasn't too much different.

    In other respects, though, the emerging new Palmera was on display. There were people in working men's caps, shirt-sleeves and boots, no small number of them women who switched out the caps for headscarves—and this was no bit of anarchist commentary, now, for it was women who'd enabled the factories grow during the War years and though many had gone home to the farms and put their dresses back on with the advent of armistice, many of them were still on the factory floors.

    It was the working-class fans—especially the younger among them—who provided the most vivid visual evidence both of what united the nation in the wake of the War and what divided her, for among them football had grown from a unifying passion into a political one, a phenomenon exacerbated by the tensions that the recent depression (which would prove mercifully brief) exerted on the working poor. Among these there was an edge of fanaticism in their fandom that was something comparatively new. The Fighting Teagues and the Lucky Boys Combo had become metonyms for different partisan attitudes, different attitudes to the nation, different beliefs about which direction she should go and how her past should be viewed. Effectively they were the emerging new faces of the nation's two great political parties.

    The Lucky Boys partisans were Juckers by and large, wearing the red and gold scarves of Livingston Athletic but also flying the Ensign of Freedom which proclaimed a pride in Palmera's achievements and sacrifices on the battlefield and her loyalty to the Crown. Trousered women notwithstanding they represented a pugnacious traditional nationalism in all its Jucker particulars; but even here there was an embellishment on this ideal emerging, a new independent-mindedness, for what was at this time called the Garveyite flag was also in evidence, a new proposed flag of the Union that did away with the Union Jack and featured a golden sun rising against sable with bars of green and crimson below; for even among Juckers there was a pervasive sense that Palmera had earned her own identity. Veterans of every race could be seen among their ranks waving either kind of flag and proudly sporting uniforms decorated with both British medals and those of the newly-established Orders of Palmera. The Palmey version of “The Battle Cry of Freedom,” characteristic song of the trenches during the War, would thunder through the stands when the match commenced and was already ringing through the streets.+

    (+ The Ensign of Freedom – the so-called “Freedom Jack” for which the national symbol “Jack Freedom” was named – was a British Red Ensign sporting a mockingbird, the national emblem. “The Battle Cry of Freedom” or “Rally Round the Flag” migrated to Palmera in the early Exoduster days with Black American veterans of the Union cause, and would become recurringly popular in periods of nationalist fervour, as during the Great War, ever after. Its Palmey lyrics are mildly altered from the American version; the chorus' second line is “God Save the King, boys! And up with the Jack!” and the final verse is:

    So we're springing to the call from Utina to Calloo,
    Shouting the battle cry of Freedom;
    And to all our brothers' Liberty, forever shall be true,
    Shouting the battle cry of Freedom!​

    (Where “Calloo” references Calusa, naturally.

    (The Garveyite flag here fictionalized is of course named for Marcus Garvey, who ITTL served in the Great War. He's actually dead by this point, buried somewhere in Flanders; his legacy has been carried forward by a squad-mate who absorbed some of his ideas and rescued his war diary and has built a Pan-Africanist movement of his own out of them, the name Garveyism being his homage to the earnest and brilliant young student who changed his worldview. We'll meet him and his movement more fully in a coming chapter.)

    The Teagues' fandom in their green and orange scarves were likewise multiracial and counted many veterans among their numbers; though as a group they hewed more Black and Asian than their counterparts, who tended to hew more Creole and White. They represented a complicated stew of ethnic and economic backgrounds.

    The Great Migration out of the American South to which the Exodusters had been prelude was accelerating steadily, driven by the increasingly draconian character of Jim Crow and the fresh rise of the Klan and like-minded groups; this new wave of emigration, which would span decades and would dwarf the Exoduster phenomenon, was as much urban as it was rural, and many of its members (called Sojourners in America and in their own parlance, but the common term in Palmera would be Tumblers or Tumbleys++) were dependent on factory work. They wouldn't find land and property – and thus participation in the franchise – as easy to come by as their predecessors. Happy as they were to have an adopted homeland that wouldn't riot and burn their homes for the crime of making a living and building a patrimony, they were still aware of being shy of full equality in the Black Zion.

    (++ Sojourner, aside from its obvious meaning, came also from the Sojourner Societies which were the heirs to the old Palmyran Friendship Leagues; they provided guidance, material support and way-stations to help would be emigres navigate a crazy-quilt of various friendly, neutral and actively hostile or dangerous American jurisdictions that might lie between their point of origin and Palmera, even producing a Sojourners' Guide, updated yearly, that mapped current danger zones. Some of the funding for these societies came from Palmera herself. Tumbler and Tumbley was a mildly-disparaging reference to tumbleweed, disliked for the way it implied migrant or even vagrant but rarely a fighting word.)

    These found common cause with Dustie veterans who often had borne the brunt of racist hostility in the trenches of the War, and whose relations were disproportionately among those who'd been shot on capture or worked to death in P.O.W. Camps; of these, their allegiance to Palmera as a nation was unquestioning, but they had less tendency to romanticize the war years and found the Freedom Jack an increasingly absurd symbol of British entitlement to the lives of the dominion's subjects. They found common cause, to a degree, with poor and disenfranchised Sutcheys who a later Royal Commission would find had been informally but systematically obstructed from joining in the great national struggle. They found common cause with Asians who had found their way out of coolie-ism but were still not fully welcome in all the country's towns and neighbourhoods. They found common cause with Jews whose position was likewise precarious, and with those poorer sections of the Creole community whose own access to land and the franchise was limited, and with many Haitian and other Caribbean immigrants likewise.

    They were in other words a living cauldron of society's bottom half, whose collective sense of common cause made them all Dusties (in the sense that the Liberty and Justice Party was actively courting them and seeking to break down barriers to their participation in the electorate). It was evident in the way that various symbols of nationalism – Palmey and otherwise – and Black liberation were paraded by the Fighting Teagues of every race, alongside symbols of trade unionism. The Spurs' fans waved Garveyite flags, too, but the Ensign of Freedom was nowhere in evidence. The Palmey flag of the International Workers of the World – a stark design that showed clenched black fists breaking free of white manacles on a crimson field – was commonplace, and the still-aspirational flag of the soon-to-exist Irish Free State likewise. In seemingly contradictory fashion there was African royal symbolism, tied to anti-imperialist (or at least anti-European imperialist) sentiment like the Lion of Judah from Ethiopia or the emblem of Queen Ranavalona III of Madagascar, still living in exile at Eleutheria. There was the red and black bicolour of the First Empire of Haiti, in pointed commentary on the effective occupation of that land now underway (some of those carrying this one were Haitian, others were Bravos of the Second Expeditionary Force who'd come back from tours on the island disillusioned). For noisemakers, not a few of the Teagues carried replicas of abengs, the maroon horn of Jamaican origin which an increasingly broad and cosmopolitan version of noireism was making fashionable+++.

    (+++ Most of the heraldry on display among the Teagues is much as in OTL, except the Palmeran flag of the Wobblies which is a TTL invention.)

    Both the Lucky Boys and Teagues partisans were united in their love of country and their love of rum... but even as they streamed into the stands at Parrish Field, where they would occupy their own great blocs in the stands, the tensions that divided them simmered. Polite society called these working-class revellers and rabble-rousers jolly-boys and jolly-girls, but jollity would be hard to find in what transpired as the match unfolded.

    To be sure, Palmey football was no stranger to rambunctious fans, but this was different. From almost the first whistle, there were sporadic shoving matches and fights on the borders between the Teague and Lucky Boy sectors of the crowds, as if some of them were more interested in fisticuffs than in watching the match. There were game attempts by their fellows to separate them, though, and general order prevailed even as Livingston scored its first goal early in the half. Things settled then as the suspense of the Spurs' quest for a leveller quieted even the rowdies through the remainder of the first half and most of the second; and then the Teague stands erupted when, late in the second half, the Spurs' star Haitian striker Jean Aime broke free of his markers and put a pretty goal in the top left corner of the net.

    The jubilation crested... then subsided in confusion and then anger when the official sounded an off-side. To virtually every Teague in attendance that day, the call was so clearly wrong as to imply corruption. To virtually every Lucky Boys partisan, the call was so clearly correct as never to have been in doubt. Aime argued, earned himself a yellow card for doing so, and the Spurs fought to muster their spirit again as play went on into the final minutes. That might have been it, except that fatefully, one trouble-maker in the Lucky Boys stands nearest the Teagues decided to rub salt in the wound by striking up a chorus of “Rally Round the Flag.”

    The chorus caught on and was soon shaking the stadium, its tone unmistakably jeering as the Lucky Boys fans taunted their opposite numbers. The Teague jolly-boys endured it in silent resentment for about sixty seconds, and then all hell broke loose as abengs sounded a defiant response to the battle anthem and one part of the stadium seemed to surge at the other as if animated by a single consuming fury. Several dozen people were trampled in the ensuing Parrish Field Ruction; the brawling spilled out of the stands until the constabulary had to be called in, and even then they couldn't entirely contain the fighting, which spilled out into the streets. It was near midnight before the last of the violence between the opposing factions of jolly-boys was quelled, leaving more than a hundred people hospitalised and almost ten dead.

    The Ruction would later be marked as the birth (or at least the coming-out) of modern football hooliganism in Palmera. It drew cries of consternation and denunciations as a national embarrassment from every side. But curiously enough, it would also prove a turning point in the nation's democracy, providing one of the key motivations for the Bolton government to modernise Palmera's electoral system – renouncing property limits on the franchise – and to make a serious effort to curb violence or intimidation of any kind at polling places in any sort of election where politicised jolly-boys might be tempted to turn up. One way and another, change was on the march, and as Parrish Field would prove, its route could be entirely unexpected.

    2. Diamonds & PERLs: Cricket was the preeminent ball-and-bat sport across North America and the Caribbean right up until the American Civil War. It remained the favourite such sport of Palmera for some time thereafter – to the point of being itself a kind of symbol of Palmey nationalism, nearly to the same degree as football – even as the post-Civil War craze for a sport apparently related to rounders exploded in America.

    While baseball was storming its way to becoming a titan of American sport, soon to become America's “national pastime,” American Exodusters made a specific point of learning to appreciate cricket on coming to their adopted home in the Black Zion. It was a specific part of the nation's romance, and though originally a sport of the mannered gentry, it grew into a sport for all classes in parallel to baseball's career north of the border, and when Palmera celebrated the centennial Gustavus Vassa Day in 1887, the centrepiece of the celebrations at Eleutheria was a match between the St. Charles and Hope Cricket Clubs. As famous batsman Exum Budell once put it, speaking of his first sighting of his own beloved Yonaha Park stadium at Tallahassee:

    “When I first made whyrah* as a boy, it was seeing a game on a cricket pitch that let me know I was in a new land. People might think me melodramatic for saying it, but truly, it was like watching something magical.”

    (* Whyrah is a Chatta word for emigration to Palmera -- specifically Black emigration -- meaning “climb.” The term is first attested in the 1880s and arises parallel to the Zionist term aliyah which gained currency with the First Aliyah to Ottoman Palestine in the 1880s. One could have inspired the other: the “Black Zion,” and not just the Jewish community therein, had a certain understandable fascination and some fellow-feeling with the emergence of modern Jewish Zionism.

    (On the other hand the term's genesis could have been entirely independent, related to biblical quotes about Mount Zion and “city on a hill” sentiment already in the air. Unlike the Zionist movement in the Middle East, the term is not part of any explicit official ideology or religious obligation, but welcoming those "making whyrah" is basic to the national identity and influences immigration policy and practice. The term grows increasingly common through the 20th century.)

    Palmey cricket gained a few adherents in Black America owing to the nation's prestige, but without the cultural context that buttressed it, it was not a sport that leant itself to export. Baseball was different, and during the early Twentieth Century and especially after the War, it began to make inroads in Palmera.

    In part it came in a roundabout way via Cuban cultural influence after the Seven Years' War; the characteristically American game was a phenomenon in the Cuban republic starting in the 1870s, and had its own small league starting in the latter part of that decade, and by the early Nineties baseball and the fortunes of the trio of Cuban League teams were subjects of passion for the country's Cuban emigres and for an increasingly large Latino audience. The other vector: the growing numbers of Black American “Tumbleys” after the war, who not only brought long family histories with the game, but also brought a sense of grievance over the best Black players having been forced to form “Negro Leagues” by the strictures of Jim Crow, and a defiant urge to show their adopted country what the game at its best could be.

    Before 1920, baseball's structure in Palmera was amateur and informal, with teams “barnstorming” from county to county and challenging each other. In 1920 the Union Baseball League was finally formed, and a round of league play drew growing crowds as the decade progressed. One of the most famous occasions in the early history of the League – regrettably not because of events on the diamond – was the “friendly” game between the Hillsborough Greys and the Eleutheria Royals in 1922, an event designed to show off the resilience of the city of Hillsborough after the catastrophic hurricane of October 1921.

    Unlike football crowds, baseball crowds at this date weren't showcases of social division and conflict. There were no entrenched passions or team rivalries yet. Large swathes of the audience were there out of simple curiosity, and the smaller knots of aficionados clustered here and there throughout the stands—voluble and amiable about explaining the action to those around them—was overwhelmingly Dustie in the broadest sense, drawn from the same confluence of class and ethnicity that typified the Fighting Teagues. Nobody talked politics per se, the baseball diamond was an escape from all that. Nevertheless for many people who acquired an interest during the decade in the work of the Palmeran Equal Rights Leagues—who helped push modernisation of the vote and the repeal of Good Neighbour Acts that restricted the purchase of land—they might easily have had their first encounter with a new friend who turned them on to such ideas at a baseball diamond.

    This was not an accident. The Liberty & Justice Party could sense new opportunities in the air, despite the apparent continuing juggernaut of their Congress opponents, and they were calculated and subtle in their outreach in settings like the ballpark. Some of those knots of enthusiastic fans were genuine; others were LJP operatives there with an agenda of political evangelism. LJP politicians were likewise prominent ballpark presences. In attendance at the so-called True Grits Friendly** at the newly-opened Everly Park that day was one of their most famous: one Tabitha Nason, also known as “Tabby,” “Nibs” or “Queenie” Nason.

    (** “True Grits Friendly” is a play on words, referring both to “true grit” as in stamina and resilience, and to the plain old grits that Palmera has in common with the Marches as a staple food. This was a game being put on for the people, especially the ones who'd suffered and lost homes as a result of the hurricane.)

    Queenie was Hillsborough's Chief Executive Magistrate. She had become the first woman to hold elected office in Palmera in 1920, and the first Black woman to hold office anywhere in the British Empire and its dominions. She had a colourful past that read almost mythically.

    She'd made whyrah around the turn of the century as little more than a girl, tending her siblings after the three of them escaped a race riot that ended their parents' lives. She'd desperately wanted to do her part during the War, and not just as a nurse, and had reputedly dressed as a man in order to join up with a Combo regiment, managing to fight in and survive three successive battles before she fell ill and her secret was discovered. Discharged with honour and decorated for valour despite the illicit nature of her sex—she became the only decorated female Palmey soldier of the Great War—she went home to become something of a celebrity for the Allied Mothers of the Nation thereafter, flogging recruitment and Victory Bonds from one end of the nation to the other. She met her husband Charles Nason in 1917 on one such junket, and three years later she came to succeed him in the same seat he'd held before delicate health had forced him to rethink running in another election.

    As for Charles, or “King Charles” as he was known, he had been part of that pioneering group of Dusties who'd first flipped the Council of Executive Magistrates to an LJP majority in the election just before the War. Charles had been a notably efficient war recruiter and keeper of law and order throughout his county, but had also been notable for working in a generous spirit with everyone he could, for standing firm against the waves of anti-Sutchey hysteria the Klan scare provoked after 1915 (and not everyone could say this), for bringing a spirit of genuine compassion to his county's administration of social welfare and support programs, and for being a canny negotiator for needed resources with the Touladi. Hillsborough voters were fond enough of “King Charles” that when Queenie ran for his seat, the prospect of getting two “jefes” for the price of one (for it was assumed and implied that Queenie would be taking advice and direction from her more experienced husband) put her over the top of her nearest competition by double digits***.

    (*** This is not unlike the kind of campaign that secured “Ma Ferguson” the Governor's mansion in Texas in 1925 IOTL.)

    In office, Queenie wasn't a disappointment. She showed the same broad-mindedness and adherence to principle that Charlie had... in fact she took it further, for King Charles' tolerance had ended where the word “socialism” came up, but Queenie was willing to hold respectful conference even with radicals and was on cordial terms with Famous Five feminists Emma Shandy, Nellie “Wobbly Nell” Coleman and Bennie Kelty even though she didn't agree with their political ideals. She was forthright in lobbying for better and fairer electoral practices in her county and across the country and was one of the very first figures to come out forcefully (and incorruptibly) in opposition to the underground industry of liquor smuggling carried on by the nation's so-called booney-men****, a phenomenon that had sprung up with a vengeance, it seemed, practically the week Prohibition had been announced north of the border. She had been capable and efficient in rousting a county-level corps of volunteers to work with the National Militia Service in rebuilding Hillsborough after the hurricane, and was energetically lobbying the Touladi for better legislation against insurance companies gouging the unfortunate in the wake of disaster.

    (**** “Booney-men” is slang imported from Chatta for liquor smugglers. As a gateway to the rum production centers of the Caribbean, Palmera would become a major locus of the international liquor smuggling trade that the rise of Prohibition would empower. As we'll see presently, consortiums of booney-men would become a far-reaching and dangerous force in Palmey life, culture and commerce during the Twenties.)

    Quietly unbeknownst to most of the voting public, she did all this without any of the promised advice from “the King,” who in truth spent most of his days laid up with the pulmonary ailment that had sidelined him. She made her politicking and image-building strategies without her husband's input either, and Queenie was the first Palmey politician to make a point of throwing out the first pitch at any baseball game she could get to. She did it that day at the True Grits match, astonishing the batter and delighting the crowd with a ball that curved wickedly across home plate, and the cheers were rapturous as the be-skirted and heavyset woman waved and grinned to the stands and went to take up her seat.

    Not everyone was a fan of Queenie Nason, of course. Her early efforts against the booney-men had, in particular, plainly come to the attention of someone who didn't want interference in the already-lucrative liquor smuggling market to continue. Efforts at bribery having failed, what happened at the game that day was a very public—and profoundly brazen—attempt at sending a messsage not just in Hillsborough, but to magistrates across the country.

    The gunman looked like a thousand other Gitcheys and Tumbleys in attendance that day. He held a beer in one hand and his pistol in the other as he approached Nason in the stands—for she insisted on sitting in the stands with her voters and not in some remote VIP box away from them—and as later accounts would have it, he actually sidled along the row toward her like a patron searching for his seat. He eventually approached close enough that he couldn't possibly miss.

    It was Nason's good fortune that someone in the crowd behind her spotted the assassin before he could fire. Just how dedicated Queenie's electorate was became plain in how hard she had to work at restraining the dozens of loyalists who descended on the unfortunate hit man from simply ripping him apart or beating him to death. To hear the accounts after that day, virtually everyone in the stands had been right there at that moment, had a friend who actually grabbed the gunman's arm and kept him from firing, a friend of a friend who was the one who'd popped the ne'er-do-well a solid right. The failed attempt on Queenie became a story of such dimensions as to eclipse the game itself.

    Few recognized at the time what the story really signalled about the level of devotion LJP recruitment tactics were beginning to inspire in their chosen base. What was more widely recognized at the time was a development that would prove of equal relevance to the country's political future: the rise of organized crime in Palmera.

    3. The Battle of the Beaches: There was another fissure opening in Palmeran society after the War: this one within the Hacktey community, that category of middle-, upper-middle and upper-class Whites who had always been a lynchpin of the Jucker coalition. The White soldiers of Palmera's Combo regiments had been drawn largely from this class—poor Sutcheys, still habitually treated as an exploitable population of enemy aliens, a perception that would only grow with the “Klan scares” after 1915, had a disproportionate tendency to fall into administrative black holes in the conscription and recruitment system or to be judged mentally or physically unfit for service if they enlisted voluntarily—and had fought and died in not inconsiderable numbers alongside fellow Palmeys of every race. To a man, they were proud of this fact; but they didn't react to the world beyond Palmera in the same ways.

    When Palmey troops faced racism, it was the Hackteys who often served as a wedge against it or who helped to ameliorate it. Sometimes they themselves faced echoes of it, too, in a perpetual suspicion—especially from Americans, and parallel to that often faced by emigrating Sutcheys in the Marches—that they themselves might be somehow racially tainted or “miscegenated.” Many of them, even a majority of them, were genuinely outraged and appalled by this framework of thinking and at the treatment their brother Palmeys of duskier hue were subjected to, the way they had to prove themselves over again to White troops at each new assignment. They were all too aware of the greater risks Black and Creole soldiers faced on the European battlefield and at the hands of European powers. They angrily confronted American troops on the occasions when they exhibited behaviour even more appalling than some of the Europeans did.

    Others among the Hacktey ranks, though, felt something different on being exposed to other paradigms of race relations and White supremacy. They couldn't help but feel a certain... temptation. They met White men from other countries, especially among the British and the Americans, who were accustomed as a matter of course to seeing race-mixing as unnatural; who saw Blacks as menial labour and felt debased and resentful at having to interact with them as anything else; who felt part of (or had the prospect of feeling part of) an attitude of lordship over and freedom throughout the wide world. They caught a glimpse of what life might be like for a White men who could stroll down the street and never have to address a Black man by his last name or give way for him on the sidewalk; who would, it seemed, never have to wonder whether their daughters might bring a Lanney or a Gitchey home to dinner and announce marriage plans.

    To this population among the Hacktey veterans, White supremacism was a kind of heady, forbidden fruit. They found themselves suddenly dissatisfied with Palmera's relatively free and tolerant multiracial society upon returning to it. Some would make an effort to lose their telltale Palmey accents and emigrate to Britain or Europe or the northern States or Canada or (for White Latinos) Argentina; in fact a small but lucrative profession of speech coaches sprung up to facilitate just that. They were a small percentage of the total, though. A much larger slice of this demographic, who numbered nearly half of the Great War's White veterans, had no intention of leaving the Sunny Nation. They would instead conceive projects aimed at reshaping Palmey society more to their liking.

    From the outset, this new rising of White supremacy in Palmera would be far cannier and more circumspect than what had gone before it. Its members knew they were a minority in a perilous position, and that to become openly known as tools of the Klan and its ideology or of American-style White supremacy would subject them to backlash. Besides which they at least semi-genuinely disdained the crude hate of the Klan, and would claim to have no great animus toward Coloured people or Jews or Asians or Catholics the way that Klansmen and those like them did (and in “those like them” they would pointedly and to no small extent correctly accuse certain Creoles and some Blacks in Palmera of having such hostilities).

    No, they saw themselves as simply wanting a pride of place comparable to what they felt science and reason had established as a White man's due anywhere in the world. Outright hate was for the “trash,” inclusive of the poor pecks and Sutcheys among whom gangs sometimes masqueraded as “cultural societies” or “fraternal orders” or “self-improvement leagues” and spent most of their time fighting among themselves; and Hell, even they were wise enough by now—owing to the far more paralysing scrutiny they were under—to avoid too-open bigotry, any hint of which could bring the law and the courts down like a hammer so swiftly that “whyting” had become a colloquial verb in Palmey law enforcement for the shameful practice of presuming (usually Sutchey) guilt.*

    (* This jaundiced view of the Sutchey population is obvious stereotyping and by no means a fair assessment of its full range of politics. Most cultural and self-improvement societies among the Sutcheys were in fact just that; only a minority were a cover for crypto-racist gang activity, which as the above implies was so heavily policed in Palmera as to reach the point of over-policing. It does however reflect some broader Hacktey perceptions of Sutcheys.

    (“Peck” originated from well back in the 19th century as a characteristically Hacktey class slur, short for “peckerwood,” vastly more insulting than the word Sutchey and by the early 20th century generalized in Palmey society in roughly the same register as an epithet like “nigger.” It would not normally appear in print or be uttered aloud in polite company. The verb “whyting” is in fact of much more archaic vintage and its eventual migration to denote anti-Sutchey prejudice in Palmera created the false folk impression that the word had originated in-country in relation to race.)

    So the new White supremacist tendency clad itself instead in innocuous names like the “Freedom League” or the “Society for Rational Dignity” or the “Mutual Respect Society,” from which derived the widespread autonym “Respecters.” The Respecters were careful to include a few non-Whites and Catholics and even the occasional Jew in their ranks as token of their opposition to Klannishness.

    They did nothing so overt as founding their own political parties. To the extent they were openly involved in politics at all, they were allied to many traditionally Jucker political views which continued to be congenial to them. They romanticized the War years unashamedly and constructed a mythos in which all soldiers had been truly equal in and beyond the trenches, wherein Dustie veterans who harped on about the P.O.W. camps were basically just whining ingrates; it was a feeling in which some Creole and Asian veterans (mostly the fairer-skinned ones) joined them. They were open about the unacceptable nature of socialism and hostility toward trade unionism. They supported the rights of homeowners to benefit from Good Neighbours Acts while artfully concealing what they themselves hoped to gain by this posture.

    The Respecters' most public role, however, was related to a subject not hitherto politically charged: the subject of beaches and tourism.

    Palmera had guaranteed public access to her natural beaches as a shared trust and national right since the 1880s. To be sure there were upkeep and cleaning fees and the public had to purchase beach tags and passes to offset them—which admittedly ruled out the poorest from beach life and leisure except on specific days under certain support programmes—but unlike what would happen in much of America in coming decades, these were not a pretext to racially segregate the beaches. Tourists could expect to share the pristine sands of the natural beaches of Utina, which region was the pimary focus of the country's early beach recreation culture, with revellers of every colour.

    In this fact the Respecters found an ideal “wedge issue.” In the Twenties they began to put forth the argument (purely commercial of course!) for “freedom of enterprise in the leisure industry.” They made the case that if tourism, hotel and cruise companies and developers could exclusively rent or even outright purchase beaches for their own purposes, could they not shape the tourism experience more to visitors' liking and thereby multiply tourism revenue for the country a thousandfold? Supposing, for example, that well-heeled Brits could pay a mint to spend a weekend frolicking at sophisticated beach parties with those living pieces of history, the Romanovs—who were already fixtures of the beaches around Daltonville when they weren't yachting outside of Eleutheria—who could calculate the monetary rewards for the nation? Or supposing American students could come south in the spring to find “an environment congenial to their native sensibilities;” would Palmera not be ideally-positioned to steal a march, as it were, on the Marcher states and reap even greater profits?

    This point of view found powerful allies within the Jucker establishment, whose defining feature had so often been pragmatism at the expense of purity. There were no small number of Hacktey and Lanney businessmen who were far from being “Respecters” themselves but salivated at the prospect of profit the “free enterprise” approach to the beaches could bring.

    There were external forces at work, too. Bainbridge Colby's Democratic administration in the White House privately but unmistakably let it be known that it favoured the Respecters' propositions and would even happily promote tourism to Palmera under such conditions. Successive British governments of the turbulent Twenties were alternately warm and indifferent to the idea but certainly never outright hostile to it. Most of all there were entrepreneurial American developers of whom it was an open secret that they were cats'-paws for American liquor barons and racketeers like Kai Thomas from Atlantic county or Chicago's “Angel” Gabriel Doria, who were determined to seize and exploit the largest piece of the Palmey leisure market they could manage**.

    (** Thomas and Doria are analogues of Nucky Johnson and Al Capone from OTL. The Colby administration in Washington is a stark contrast to Howe's preceding government, featuring the full suite of racist tendencies that Woodrow Wilson' Presidency exhibited in our history.)

    Others, however, Jucker and Dustie alike, were not fooled. When MP Christopher Brayboy (from Redeemer parish in Liberia county) introduced a measure “liberalizing” beach-related commerce and real estate in 1923, the opposition party opposed it vociferously; but even more strikingly, in a breach of the Commons' normally iron-clad party discipline, another Jucker rose to speak eloquently against it, too. Nicodemus Dunham was an MP for Epiphany parish in Osceola county, where some of the affected beaches could be found, and he unleashed a full blast of contempt at the “charade” of the Respecters and their allies, including those of his own party who temporized with them:

    “Mr. Speaker, I am appalled that my colleague, the honourable member for Redeemer Parish, should put forth in all supposed seriousness a piece of legislation so transparently contrary to our national character.

    "It is a piece of law crafted with many clear interests in mind. Those of the estimable President in Washington, for example, whose measure can be had in the fact that just last month he screened a certain propaganda film for a certain secret society of the Marches in the White House itself***. Those of certain business interests among us who have never particularly held the interests of our voters, veterans and loyal citizens above their own pocketbooks. Those of certain foreign interests known for their viciousness of character and conduct respecting no law of God or Man. So many interests represented here, Mr. Speaker, but the interests of the Palmey citizen are not among them.

    (*** This is a reference to the original Klan propaganda version of “Birth of a Nation.” IOTL it was Woodrow Wilson's administration that was notorious for hosting screenings of this film in the White House.)

    “Can we not see what this legislation is designed to enable? A wholesale rush to take a birthright of every citizen of this great land and place it in the hands of avaricious parties who could—let us use the word frankly, Mr. Speaker—segregate some of our land's most beautiful and important resources away from those among us, Black and Asian and Creole alike****, to whom those interests and those to whom they cater are unremittingly hostile? Can there be the slightest doubt, Mr. Speaker, that we could not hope to put such legislation into practice without forever renouncing the proud claim that we are a bulwark against the thefts and oppressions of our brothers in Liberty so freely practised elsewhere?"

    (**** The segregation of beach access away from local non-white populations has been a constant feature of such places in many parts of the world IOTL. Palmera will be compelled by the nature of its electorate to buck this trend... mostly.)

    Dunham could hardly have ignited a greater furore in Jucker politics if he'd set off a bomb in the chamber. The Juckers were no strangers to vigorous internal debate but it was traditional to carry it on in the privacy of the lodge hall; not in the Commons itself, where unity was key. That he had resorted to breaking with his party in the open could only mean the possibility of a full-scale MP revolt against Lemuel Bolton himself.

    The Prime Minister's office was tellingly hesitant, even paralysed, in its response. In the meantime other forces contested bloodily in the shadows, for there were forces arrayed in opposition to the Respecters and their allies who were just as ruthless. An Italian-American businessman connected with Doria's Chicago Outfit went missing as rhetorical fireworks dazzled the Commons. A developer from New Jersey was found mutilated, his heart and liver torn out, as the Parliamentary “ruction” reached the Senate, dividing Jucker against Jucker in that supposedly unified upper house. His death caused a sensation and raised (advisedly) the specter of resurgent “Nemoism”***** in the country.

    (***** This describes a faux-”hoodooist” ritual murder of the kind identified with the Nono Nemo Society, which is now reactivating as a self-appointed counterweight to the Klan and other “foreign influences.” We'll see more on this in the coming chapter.)

    Meanwhile, violent jolly-boys of one faction or another started to stake claims to certain beaches and try to exclude one another informally, brawling with one another and with the constabulary sent out to subdue them. As months of political wrangling unfolded in Eleutheria, the “Battle of the Beaches” was growing into something like a crisis, a genuine threat to the tourist trade that had to be resolved.

    In the event, the Juckers could not afford to rely on a coalition of business-minded Lanney, Hackteys and “Respecters” in the modern era. As the electoral system itself was liberalizing, Bolton knew and privately acknowledged that the “free enterprise” scheme would result in de facto segregated beaches, or nearly so, and permanently damage the party with Black and Asian voters. That Bolton still hesitated in resolving the crisis as long as he did, despite considerations that should have made the appropriate response obvious, raised serious questions about him in many minds; and he got little credit for it when he finally came out in full-throated opposition to Brayboy's bill, defeating it.

    The Respecters—armoured to an extent by the charm and connections of their most prominent leader, one Sterling Jones—had by this point attracted exactly the sort of attention they didn't want. More and more they were acquiring less flattering names from their enemies like “Treachers” and “Cussids,”****** and drawing fire for outright racism. Still, they were men of sufficient standing that they couldn't be targeted as seditionists, at least not yet; and they resolved to press ahead and see if they couldn't find another route to wedging their agenda into the public debate.

    (****** “Treacher” is one of those oddball Palmey archaisms and simply means “traitor” or “deceiver.” “Cussid” is Chatta, meaning “accursed.”)

    After all, supposing one had been in on the “ground floor” of the process of actually creating a beach, and the resort around it? Might there not be a loophole around the protections of public beach access then? Might such an experiment not be a test case that could answer Dunham's famous tirade and soften opposition?

    The “test case” would come in Tequesta county in the form of an out-of-the-way fishing hamlet and smugglers' entrepôt named Helena. It was about to become the resort town of the future, the site where the final act of the Battle of the Beaches would be written.
     
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  • Previously in the timeline:
    The Spanish Period to Home Rule. A curious twist of fate results in a British resettlement project for Black freedmen going to the depopulated southern reaches of an alternate Florida named Palmera.
    The Lion's Cub, Part One. The Union of Palmera battles tides of unrest washing out from America after the Civil War, culminating in the traumatic rebellion called the Third Border War.
    The Lion's Cub, Continued. The Gilded Age unfolds in Palmera in a mingling of glory and tragedy.
    The Lion's Cub, Conclusion. The Union cautiously begins to carve out a place in the international orders of politics, finance and trade.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 1 ("Unseen Pressures Build"). On the eve of the Great War, new forces of nationalism, religion and activism are growing.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 2 ("We Shall Do What Must Be Done"). The Great War erupts, and the full cost in blood and moral compromise of Palmera's "lion's cub" aspirations becomes plain.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 3 ("Lift Every Voice and Sing"). Football, baseball and beach-side leisure provide windows onto three different episodes of postwar social change.

    Resource Posts:
    Palmera at the End of the Belle Epoque: A Snapshot. A map and a demographic summary of the Union of Palmera in the year 1914.
    Glossary of Palmey English Terms. A glossary of Palmeyisms or otherwise unfamiliar language occurring in the text. Periodically updated as the timeline advances.

    Other Story Posts:

    Song of Songs. Though times are tough in the wake of the Great Tequesta Hurricane, little has changed in the rarified world of the social elite. Or has it?

    The Deal
    (Township of Helena, Zion Parish in Tequesta County, 11th of April 1926)

    Tequesta County, and Palmera's southeastern Atlantic coast generally, was eyed for large-scale development as early as the late 19th century, with a number of rail extensions and other projects being conceived but failing to come to fruition. It was rich in independent citrus, rice and coconut farms and fishing and shrimping operations—the area got something of a boost and attracted more settlers after the Great Freeze of the middle 1890s, which only Tequesta County's harvest survived—but it remained almost aggressively rural and was still to many minds quite criminally under-served by the post-war period.

    Development south of the Masterman Line had hitherto favoured the Gulf Coast and the original core of Calusa around Eleutheria, but by the 1920s it was clear that Tequesta county's so-called “splendid isolation” could not last much longer. The only question was who would benefit from the boom that was surely soon to come. The epicentre of that boom would turn out to be the little coastal Township of Helena, named for its founder Helena Fletcher Giraud – an ex-slave Dustie who arrived in the region in the 1880s – near the Mayami River.

    [After all the mentions of Chatta, we see a bit of it in action here. Warning for a couple of racial epithets.]


    * * *​


    “Hardly worth the name.”

    Moses Goff said it aloud, but mostly to himself, as the little Patterson rumbled along one of the dusty tracks that Zion parish dignified with the term “roads.” He clutched his attache bag tight, and kept a hand on his straw boater as if some part of him felt the next pothole might dislodge it. Every damned thing around him seemed to be rattling at once.

    “Dammiloo, Mista Riddey?[1]” The driver beside him was one of the Operation's men. Mahogany-dark, his yellowed palms horned with calluses, his seersucker suit and bow tie making him look deceptively like a man of leisure.

    Goff had never seen the man before. He made a point of seeing any of them as little as he could. They all seemed to have the same inscrutable, shark-like eyes. “The roads,” he added curtly. “I said they're hardly worth the name.”

    “Dem wuttie nah fi yuh dam buyah, ki?” There wasn't much humour in the driver's chuckle. “Ah sake ah dis fi yuh buckrah dem a feli weh fi bassey dem a galang, eeh Mista Riddey.”[2]

    “I'm not your 'buckrah'.” Goff heard the defensive note in his voice, but he couldn't help it. “I'll have you know I'm Lanney right back to the Providence. And you can kindly knock off the 'Mista Riddey' stuff, right? I'm here as a private citizen.”[3]

    The driver gave him an unreadable look and disdained to dignify that last statement with an answer. It was a mercy, Goff decided as he retreated into his private misery. He'd been on the point of reminding the insolent bulloe that it was his own Operation's money that had been holding up land use permits for developers, and with them the eyes of the law, for years. The growing clamour from the farmers had damned near taken him out of office in the last elections, and might yet do so in the month to come. He had taken risks in this whole business that he didn't dare think on, excepting times like this when he found himself bouncing along a miserable backabush track with an ingrate at the wheel.[4]

    Think about how you plan to get on if one of those self-righteous Dusties gets into office come May, he thought resentfully, his jaw clenching, his grip on his briefcase tightening. Let's see you mock me then with 'buckrah' this and 'Mista Riddey' that. No, you lot need me.

    It was hard to hold onto the anger, though. Discomforts of both body and mind were crowding it out. The Chief Executive Magistrate of Tequesta could feel how sickly he appeared, and it wasn't just from the motion sickness he was prone to, although the automotive's jouncing did not help matters. He already missed the orderly, cheerful and above all flat streets of Hazeleyville. More than anything he'd wanted in a long time, he wanted this distasteful rendezvous to be over.

    The setting sun gave the countryside around them an incongruously idyllic cast. They'd rolled through at least a half-dozen scatterings of homesteads and makeshift orchards that Goff was certain hadn't been there the last time one of the Operation's men had come to retrieve him. It gave him a curious sense of alienness in a county he should have known like the back of his hand, a sense that the land and its people were moving past him like a film reel that was too quick to follow.

    He let a measure of relief banish that discomfiting thought as he saw a shadow on the near horizon. That at least was familiar: Helena's lighthouse, tied for tallest in the country and as close as the township approached having a claim to fame. It meant their destination was close at hand.

    There. The broken-down brick shack was a familiar sight, its thatch roof just visible on the right through the trees beside a gravel-strewn turnoff. It looked even more dilapidated than the last time he'd seen it. The Operation called it the Habbu-Haas[5], though there hadn't been a farm here since well before the war. The sight of it gave him chills. It had, with what he knew to be good reason, the air of a place where very bad things could happen to the man who put a foot wrong. And the less time spent here, the better.

    Goff was taken aback, though, when he saw light peeking through the boards on the shack's windows. Electrical light. He could hear the faint sounds of sawing fiddles and a woman's voice on a crystal set, could hear an engine-like chugging from the building's rear.

    He couldn't help looking at the driver in surprise. “You hauled a generator out here?”

    “Wi mek all dem a ting boh-boh fi yuh check, Mista Kenzey.” The driver grinned at his passenger's look of annoyance, clearly pleased at finding an 'honorific' that got under his skin even more. “Tuzhu-tuzhu.”[6]

    “Yes, you're princes among men, of course. I think I can just glimpse the red carpet now.”

    Sarcasm was the best antidote Goff could muster for the sour feeling in his stomach as he heard gravel crunch under the tyres. It's for him, he thought with trepidation. “Mista Nonay.”[7] He had a sense of stepping into uncharted territory here, but there was no point in regrets now. The die was cast. He was opening his door and climbing out the moment the Patterson came to a halt.

    “Alright, then,” he said with more confidence than he felt. “Let's have a look at him.”

    * * *​

    “Coo deh,” the lookout alerted them. “Fi yuh daal dem a yah. Cheh-cheh.”[8]

    The stand of trees across from the Habbu-Haas had been a torment of stifling heat and scratching branches for most of the day. The pair of men leaning against the trunk of a dogwood behind the lookout – a wiry little man with tangled locks clad in sandals and rolled-up trousers – had been fighting off drowse and torpor, but the tension crackling in their companion's voice roused them with a start. He held out his spy-glass to the nearest of them.

    The burly one calling himself 'Toby' snatched the glass and peered through it, grunting in approval as he saw the Chief Executive Magistrate climbing out of the car. The exalted personage of state authority was shaking life into his limbs and looking whey-faced as he contemplated the little shack.

    “About time,” he said. “Weedy little bastard, eeh nah? Somehow I always expect these muckyas to be taller.”[9]

    That drew a low laugh from the lookout. It didn't draw a laugh from the thin, sober-looking youngster who was calling himself 'Jake,' who said mildly: “There's no need to be vulgar, is there. Here, let me have a look.”

    'Toby' shook his head as he handed over the spy-glass. He was a bull of a Lanney with a close military cut, golden skin and blue eyes. Solid rugby material, one of those intrepid souls who'd missed being old enough to serve in the War by a hair and always lamented it. Still, he regarded his partner with a hint of disquiet. All he said was: “Funny thing to worry about words at a time like this.”

    “Not one iota shall pass from the Law until all is accomplished.”[10] 'Jake's' voice was cool as spring water as he quoted his scripture, watching Goff walk into the shack, his driver behind him. “The small things matter. How long should we wait?”

    The lad was dark and neat and couldn't be a day over twenty-two. Somehow, though they were both dressed in shirt-sleeves, 'Jake' hadn't found himself slapping mosquitoes the whole day. Who knew but maybe the mosquitoes found him as creepy as his partner did. He sounded entirely too calm for the situation, which made 'Toby' think of something his old man had told him: that men without fear or even nerves weren't brave, they were crazy. A whole other ballgame.

    Still, he was what the Society had sent. 'Toby' shrugged. “I figure we give them a few minutes to settle in. The foreigner should be less on his guard after they get talking.”

    “And we're sure he doesn't have any hidden gunsels waiting in the wings?” 'Jake' handed the glass back.

    The lookout seemed offended by the question. He took his glass and said disgustedly: “Wi nuh baggrey lon-tan fi a wi nuh kon a pereh, praan?”[11]

    'Jake' looked blank. Must've made whyrah pretty recently, 'Toby' thought as he translated: “He says they haven't stayed alive this long without knowing what they're doing.”

    The youngster nodded, drew a grunt from their companion as he said: “No offence, friend.”

    He was digging a large revolver out of the back waistband of his trousers. He cocked the hammer, carefully checking the gun's mechanism with the air of someone who clearly knew his way around a firearm even if he didn't know his Chatta, so at least there was that.

    'Toby' unbuttoned his own shoulder-holster, feeling the reassuring grip of his pistol. His palm was sweaty. He hadn't yet touched the hunting knife in its sheath on his right. He was trying not think too much about it. His pulse was racing a mile a minute.

    The big man would never have admitted it to either of his companions, but though he was no stranger to the rough stuff, he had never actually killed anyone before. This was to be his baptism, and nobody needed to tell him how much of an honour it was to draw this particular straw.

    His sponsor had told him: “You will need to dig deep, to find it in yourself to do things beyond your normal morality. Never forget that all we do is for the greater good of the Nation.” 'Toby' waited, tried to calm his breathing, and dug deep.

    * * *

    “You know what's funny?” They were the first words out of the Nonay's mouth. “I didn't expect the music down here to sound familiar.”

    Goff blinked. “That so?”

    “Yeah.” The Nonay was a big man, well over six feet, looming over the little table in the center of the shack's single room. He was intimidating, with muscle under his considerable fat. Sweat glistened on his broad brow and seeped through his suit at the armpits, but it wasn't the sweat of nervousness; his face betrayed not the slightest hint of fear or uncertainty. “I mean, we're practically in Africa here, aren't we? But that music on the radio, just listen to it.” He cocked his head with a smile, listening to the scrape of the fiddles, the strumming banjos and guitars, the woman's voice lilting heartbreak over top of it all. “Like fucking hillbilly music, you know? Here I was expecting drums and cauldrons and headhunters and instead it feels like I'm in goddamn Tennessee. Except for all the niggers with guns and half of them don't speak English, of course.”

    Goff couldn't stop himself; he stiffened at the word 'nigger.' It was a word you hardly heard in Palmera unless it came from someone who didn't care if he lived or died, but the Nonay didn't look fatalistic. Just supremely confident. He studied the man, studied his eyes. They had that same dead-fish quality the Operation's men had.

    He looked around the room. There were Operation men at each corner, looking relaxed, shotguns resting over their shoulders. The driver who'd brought him took up station beside one of them. Sitting at the table with a bottle of rum, three shotglasses and a briefcase in front of him was the one man he recognized without fail, a desiccated leather-tough specimen they called Two-Day, with white hair and dressed no matter the weather in what looked like an undertaker's suit. Two-Day looked at him and nodded but didn't say anything. He was as silent and impassive as his men.

    The Nonay gave a booming baritone laugh. “You think they're gonna get out of line, do you?” He shook his head. “Don't you give it a second thought, pal. They work for me, now.” The way he said it, he didn't have to add: And so do you. He advanced on Goff with a great meat-hook outstretched. “They don't like my manners, they'll sure as hell like taking a cut of the pie we're about to bake down here, trust me. You can call me Jimmy.”

    “Moses Goff.” He tried not to wince at the crushing pressure of the handshake. “Chief Exec—“

    “Ah, save all that. We all know who you are and why you're here.” Jimmy gestured to the table. “Have a seat there, Mose. Let's talk business.”

    They sat. Jimmy's chair creaked beneath him. The Nonay nudged the case on the table with one hand.

    “Before we get to what's in there,” he said. “I'd like to see what you've got for me.”

    Goff nodded. The sweat on his brow was nervousness. He opened his valise and dug out the sheaf of papers within, laying them in front of the foreigner. Jimmy looked at them. His lips moved a little as he read them, he was clearly no lawyer. But his eye was educated enough to be satisfied with what he was seeing. He tapped the top paper beside Goff's signature, grunted his approval.

    “That's good, very good.” He grinned. “The boss is a big believer in cutting away the red tape. Good to see we've got a kindred spirit down here. We apply a little persuasion here and there and we'll be up and running in less than half a year, guaranteed.” He nodded over at the bag. “That's to get us started. You stay solid and you'll get a payment like that quarterly. Good old greenbacks from Uncle Sam, none of that goddamned funny-money you people use down here[12]. Have a look-see.”

    Goff licked his lips. He pulled the bag toward him, opened it and looked inside. What he saw there made him feel almost light-headed. He pulled a sheaf of bills out and riffled through them, looked up to a raised eyebrow from Jimmy, and nodded. “We're good.”

    “You're better than good, pal,” Jimmy laughed. “These niggers ever make you that kind of money?”

    This time he ignored the word. “Are you sure you can... motivate the sellers?”

    “Oh, we're good at persuasion.” Jimmy was uncorking the rum bottle now. “Especially when we're guaranteed a return on investment. It's unbelievable how you people let this place molder for so long, you know. I look around me here, you know what I see? I don't see swamps and villages and busted-down shacks like this.” He was pouring a shot into each of the glasses. “I see casinos, pal. Banks. Beaches full of beautiful women. Distilleries. Shipping yards, we'll make the Canadian border operations look like goddamn peanuts. I see a city, Mose, and that's what the boss sees, too. The kind of thing that takes vision, see?” He held up his glass. “And all of it'll be ours, all of it. We'll practically be able to print our own money before we're through. A saluti.

    Sah yeh.” Goff and Two-Day said it together, the first words the Operation man had spoken[13]. The three of them clinked glasses and drank. Jimmy pulled a face, coughed and spluttered a little.

    “And that's the good stuff, would you believe it?” He gave a wry chuckle as he pounded his chest, as if trying to restart himself. “Fucking firewater. Give me a good glass of vino any day, but hey. It'll make money—“

    The door of the shack hammered open. The Nonay's eyes went wide as he dropped his glass. It felt as if time slowed as Goff turned to see who it was, sure that they were caught, that it must be the law. Stupid, stupid, stupid, you knew this was going to catch up with you, stupid—!

    But it wasn't the law.

    * * *​

    'Toby' was first in. The foreigner looked a lot bigger this close. He was surprised, but he didn't look frightened. The man's hand was steady as he reached for the pistol inside his suit. 'Toby' lifted his gun and trained it on him. Pulled the trigger.

    No. He didn't. He tried to pull the trigger. He willed himself to pull the trigger.

    Somehow, suddenly, his trigger finger didn't hear him. Blood roared in his ears as he watched the target's pistol come out. It was like he was watching from somewhere outside himself.

    You're about to die, he told himself. Shoot him! You're a soldier, aren't you? Shoot him!

    But he was frozen. The reality of killing a man wasn't like the fantasy of killing one. He'd visualized the moment a thousand times, waiting out there in the trees, and now he was frozen, cursing himself for a coward. None of the other men in the room so much as shifted a muscle. The pale jefe was gaping at him like a landed fish. The pistol trembled in his hand.

    The Nonay gave a cold smile. The kind of smile that showed no hesitation. He was not frozen. He took aim, said something 'Toby' didn't quite scan that sounded like it was in Italian.

    The crack of 'Jake's' revolver was deafening in the enclosed space.

    Just like that, the Nonay was down. Groaning, writhing. The youngster walked over to him matter-of-factly. The Nonay started to shout something, his voice defiant, and then 'Jake' pointed the gun at his head and it cracked again.

    Again. Again. And again. And again.

    Before 'Toby' could make sense of what was happening, the Nonay was dead. There was a ruined mass where his head had been, a smear of bone fragments and flesh, blood and brain. There was a strange, flatulent noise, and a dreadful stench filled the little shack, and 'Jake' stood over the body, contemplating it dispassionately, his gun smoking.

    The next thing 'Toby' knew, he was outside, vomiting noisily into the gravel. There was someone just behind him doing the same. The jefe. He felt a twinge of shame at having something in common with the corrupt little worm of an official, but there it was. His guts heaved again, the last of his lunch decorated the dirt. He straightened up shakily, kicked the gravel over, tried to gather himself.

    He turned back. 'Jake' was at the door of the shack, regarding him quietly. “First time?” he said.

    'Toby' nodded sheepishly. There was no point trying on bravado now. “Sorry about that,” he managed after a moment. “I... I meant to... I mean, I thought I would...”

    “It's alright.” 'Jake' walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. “Gets to everybody the first time. You'll get used to it. And besides.” He looked at the hunting knife in its sheath under 'Toby's' right shoulder. “I'm just a trigger man. I don't do the surgeries. That's what you're here for.”

    The "surgery." 'Toby's' head swam. The stench from the shack was still in his nostrils. He could smell it from here. “You're sure we need to—“

    “It's part of the deal, Toby.” There was iron in the voice of the kid-who-was-not-a-kid. “The Operation want it clear that this is us, not them. It was their condition for coming on board.”

    'Toby' scrubbed at his mouth. He looked to his left. Their lookout man was standing there, cool as you please, and he shrugged in confirmation of 'Jake's' point. “Buckrah dem wi a nuh farah. Buku-buku diggrey, ah yeh. Fi yuh chugu.”[14]

    The man nodded at the shack. The Operation's men were emerging from it now, unhurried, looking if anything quite pleased at the day's business. The leathery elder they called Two-Day was standing with the jefe, who was shaking like a leaf, looking like he might faint dead away. Goff's eyes met his and Toby squared up his shoulders. Enough of having anything in common with that.

    “Right then.” He nodded. Took a breath. Laid his hand on the hunting knife, walked determinedly back into the miasma of death wafting out from the Habbu-Haas. “Alright. Time to dig deep. I'll see you in a minute.”

    * * *​

    “What... what the hell is he doing now?” Goff's voice was querulous in his own ears, but he didn't care. He felt like he was in a nightmare as he watched the big man pull a large, wicked hunting knife as he headed back into the shack. “What is this?”

    “They friend, Mista Goff.” Two-Day had a gravelly voice that had always reminded him of an old door-hinge, rusty with disuse. There was a touch of sympathy in the man's eyes now. “We make yon-lo deal. Sorry I nuh tell you but 'im Nonay had to think wi him lackey fuh dis a work... and yuh nuh much a jawie, nuh 'fense.[15]

    Goff rubbed his temple. “Well, no, I'm not much of an actor. At least not for something like this, you've got me there.” But his mind still swirled with confusion. “What other deal? A deal with who?”

    Two-Day's face crinkled in a rare smile. “Nuh fi dem Nonay, mi yuh rangah. Ey weri doekoe fi yuh sedu.” For once he showed a flair for the dramatic as Goff looked at him in confusion, like he was waiting to drop a bombshell, and then he said: “Kom-Payi.”[16]

    The Chief Executive Magistrate of Tequesta county stood staring, the gears of his mind slowly unsticking until he finally said: “The Company.” And then, going even paler: “You... you can't possibly mean the Union Mercantile Company.”

    It was the first time he'd ever seen a look on Two-Day's face that could be called smug. “Tru-tru. Buku-buku doekoe, ah yeh?” The Operation's bag-man actually laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. “Oorah-leh, Mista Goff. Wi fi a wani.”[17]

    As Two-Day led him away, Goff couldn't stop himself from looking back at the Habbu-Haas. The question came out: “But... what is he doing in there?”

    “Yuh nuh wan fi a kon.” The old man's tone went grim. “Mi yuh sirrey.”[18]

    No, thought the jefe as he walked away and tried to blot the things he'd just seen from his mind. I probably don't want to know. Best to look forward. And it was dawning on him, with a sense of relief as powerful as a drug, that there was going to be plenty to look forward to.

    * * *​

    By 1926, the Union Mercantile Company was the single largest private-sector employer in Palmera. Its transportation subsidiary alone – the Union International Transport Company – was running a small fleet of ocean liners, cruise ships in the Caribbean, passenger rail in-country and freight far beyond the nation's borders. Its radio station, Freedom Radio, founded to inform and entertain its passengers anywhere the UITC's trains and ships might go, was the nation's sole broadcaster. Union Mercantile was the largest of the parties interested in developing Tequesta county... and it took a dim view of competition in its backyard.

    The Company, having dealt with and made use of unsavoury characters in every corner of the world it reached, had no qualms about making use of the Nono Nemo Society as a cat's paw at home, as seen here. Giacomo “Jimmy Diamonds” Diamante, the unfortunate agent of the Chicago Outfit who met his fate in the Habbu-Haas—where he was found grotesquely mutilated along with his untouched cache of good old Uncle Sam's greenbacks—represented one of the last attempts made by American gangsters to claim territory on Palmeran turf. While there would still be a Mafia presence in Palmera thereafter, it would be on the terms of the local syndicates from the mid-Twenties on.

    The Operation that was bribing Moses Goff to protect its smuggling business was at this point a late survival of a very old tradition of pirates, wreckers and smugglers in the region. It too would become a cat's paw for UMC interests, an extension of the Company into the shadow economy of liquor smuggling and other sorts of vice and contraband. It would be transformed by the rise of modern Helena from the “backabush” operation of the likes of Two-Day and his men into a sophisticated criminal organisation with an international reach of its own. Goff, though there were serious questions raised about his corruption, would find his career so thoroughly bolstered by the development he brought to Tequesta county that he would go on to become one of the longest-serving “Jefes” in the nation's history.

    The amount of human engineering needed to cut and dredge the mangrove swamps and create durable and tourist-friendly beaches at Helena and other nearby communities in Tequesta and Kingsland counties would, in the event, be successfully argued by the UITC as exempt from the law mandating full public access to natural beaches. The “man-made” beaches were not quite as segregated as MP Dunham had feared when he gave his fiery condemnation of a fellow Jucker in the Commons—but they were very much under the control of the tourism companies that ran them and were certainly built around the needs of the tourists, with locals an afterthought. In some views this actually wound up being the best of both worlds for Palmera: natural beaches in Utina and in the Caribbean Territories became lucrative leisure hotspots for the locals, while the nation was able to use her artificially groomed beaches to attract foreign tourism at highly profitable levels.

    * * *​

    NOTES:

    [1] “Dammiloo, Mista Riddey?”—“What's that, Mr. Chief?”

    Riddey is a bit like saying bwana or massah and by this time is a word mostly used in humour.

    [2] “Dem wuttie nah fi yuh dam buyah, ki?”—“What? Aren't the roads your damn job?”

    Ah sake ah dis fi yuh buckrah dem a feli weh fi bassey dem a galang, eeh Mista Riddey.”—“On account of this is how you Bosses like to see Black men living, right Mr. Chief?”

    Buckrah is a word used to refer specifically to plantation masters, overseers and bosses of chain gangs. It doesn't necessarily mean a White Boss specifically, but that's often implied, as we can see from Goff's defensive response in which he reminds the driver that he's a Creole.

    [3] “I'm Lanney right back to the Providence.”

    The Providence was the most famous of the fifteen ships used to evacuate Black Loyalists from Nova Scotia to Palmera in the early 1790s. This is the close Palmey equivalent of boasting that your ancestors arrived on the Mayflower.

    [4] "Bulloe"—goon, muscle. “Backabush”—deep rural.

    [5] ”Habbu-Haas”—“Farmer's House.”

    [6] “Wi mek all dem a ting boh-boh fi yuh check, Mista Kenzey.”—“We made everything the best it could be for your visit, Mr. Fifteen.” (Fifteen is a reference to the ships of the Nova Scotia fleet; he's switched to poking fun at Goff's boasting about his ancestry.)

    Tuzhu-tuzhu.”—“Just like always.”

    [7] “Mista Nonay.”—“Mr. Northern.”

    Nonay is the most common Chatta word for Americans.

    [8] “Coo deh”—“Hear this / Listen up / Look alive”

    Fi yuh daal dem a yah. Cheh-cheh.”—“Your boys are here. Quick, look.”

    [9] “eeh nah?”—“Isn't it so?”

    . . . these muckyas to be taller.”—Muckya means an important official, someone who is Kind of a Big Deal.

    [10] “Not one iota shall pass from the Law until all is accomplished.” He's loosely quoting Matthew 5:18. This is a favourite scripture of Tribulationists, of whom 'Jake' may or may not be one.

    [11] “Wi nuh baggrey lon-tan fi a wi nuh kon a pereh, praan?”—“We haven't lived this long without knowing how to operate, understand?”

    [12] “that goddamned funny-money you people use down here”—Palmera started using paper currency with the onset of the Great War. Of course to certain American eyes, anything that isn't the greenback doesn't look like real money.

    [13] “Sah yeh.”—“Bless.”

    [14] “Buckrah dem wi a nuh farah. Buku-buku diggrey, ah yeh. Fi yuh chugu.”—“We don't kill Bosses. Way too much trouble, see. It's your prize.”

    (That last more literally: “It's your scalp.”)

    [15] “We make yon-lo deal. Sorry I nuh tell you but 'im Nonay have to think wi him lackey fuh dis a work... and yuh nuh much a jawie, nuh 'fense.”—“We made another deal. Sorry I didn't tell you, but the American had to think we were his lackeys for this to work... and you're not much of an actor, no offence.”

    Two-Day is a primary speaker of Chatta trying to work up some English here, presumably hoping to put Goff at ease.

    [16]“Nuh fi dem Nonay, mi yuh rangah. Ey weri doekoe fi yuh sedu.”—“Not with Americans, I can tell you. And there'll be more cash in your pocket.”

    Two-Day giving up on the English and going full Chatta.

    [17] “Tru-tru. Buku-buku doekoe, ah yeh?”—“True as it gets. Lots and lots of cash, see?”

    Oorah-leh, Mista Goff. Wi fi a wani.”—“Come on, Mr. Goff. Let's get a drink.”

    [18] “Yuh nuh wan fi a kon. Mi yuh sirrey.”—“You don't want to know. I promise you.”
     
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    Song of Songs
  • Previously in the timeline:
    The Spanish Period to Home Rule. A curious twist of fate results in a British resettlement project for Black freedmen going to the depopulated southern reaches of an alternate Florida named Palmera.
    The Lion's Cub, Part One. The Union of Palmera battles tides of unrest washing out from America after the Civil War, culminating in the traumatic rebellion called the Third Border War.
    The Lion's Cub, Continued. The Gilded Age unfolds in Palmera in a mingling of glory and tragedy.
    The Lion's Cub, Conclusion. The Union cautiously begins to carve out a place in the international orders of politics, finance and trade.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 1 ("Unseen Pressures Build"). On the eve of the Great War, new forces of nationalism, religion and activism are growing.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 2 ("We Shall Do What Must Be Done"). The Great War erupts, and the full cost in blood and moral compromise of Palmera's "lion's cub" aspirations becomes plain.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 3 ("Lift Every Voice and Sing"). Football, baseball and beach-side leisure provide windows onto three different episodes of postwar social change.

    Resource Posts:
    Palmera at the End of the Belle Epoque: A Snapshot. A map and a demographic summary of the Union of Palmera in the year 1914.
    Glossary of Palmey English Terms. A glossary of Palmeyisms or otherwise unfamiliar language occurring in the text. Periodically updated as the timeline advances.

    Other Story Posts:
    The Deal. Tequesta County's rural isolation is set to make way for an age of development... but who will benefit?


    Song of Songs
    (The Chevalier Theatre in Eleutheria, Mediator Parish in Legree County, 8th of October 1927)

    The elections of 1926 were the closest the ruling Juckers had ever come to defeat in the Commons; Bolton won his second government by a margin of just five seats. His fragile government would be tested four months later when a Category 4 hurricane all but flattened Tequesta County, doing immense damage, killing dozens and sending the national economy into recession.

    Turmoil followed as the country rebuilt. Subsequent months saw wildcat strikes, divisive rumours of corruption in high places, and growing calls for updated antitrust law to restrain the leviathan of Union Mercantile.

    For all that, political order held and life went on, the nation still robust enough[a] for 1927 to produce sorely-needed bright spots:

    • The Patterson Hayer made its debut to public acclaim as the finest car on the road, with all due respect to Messrs. Ford, Daimler, Renault and Peugeot.(b)
    • “Talkie” cinema was dawning, and Palmera's opening salvo--the great Oscar Devereaux's “The House Behind the Cedars”--was filmed.(c)
    • Hector Justin made the first non-stop trans-Atlantic flight, Daltonville to Paris.(d)
    • The first radio-broadcast exhibition match between Palmey and American soccer teams took place in Chicago between the Lucky Boys Combo and the Chicago Americans.(e)
    • The Fair Quarters Act struck the prior Good Neighbours Acts from the books and imposed stiff penalties for housing discrimination(f).
    It was also a revolutionary year in music. Loney Sonic Machines' “Maxfield Sessions” announcing the birth of modern Palmey country; Ubu Mina Recordings released the first known “mandey” record; doekoe music was giving way to blues, jazz and the Jazz Age[g]. And on a Saturday night in October one of Palmera's most storied performance venues would open its doors: the Chevalier Theatre in Eleutheria.

    * * *
    "What do you suppose it means, anyway?" Fonso kept asking anyone who'd listen as the Hocus Pocus Club jostled their way through the crowd's general hubbub and past a half row of tolerantly bemused guests into their balcony seats. "Was he fussy as a kid, or something? Is he just bad-tempered? If he's bad-tempered enough for that to be his actual nickname, how does he talk anyone into working with him?"

    "You're killing us here, you know that, kid?" But Rocky ruffled the kid's wiry curls affectionately as he said it, a white slash of a grin lopsided on his rugged dark features. "It's not 'Tetch,' for the hundredth time. It's 'Tedge.'"

    Fonso jerked away from him irritably, patting his hair back into place, straightening his bow-tie as he settled into his chair. "I wish you wouldn't do that, I'm not eleven anymore."

    "Just ignore him, kiddo." Alex was grinning from the seat beside Rocky, all blonde-haired blue-eyed charm. "A lot of people get 'Tedge' and 'Tetch' mixed up, I'll bet."

    "Don't take this the wrong way, Rissey[1], but I don't know if it's worse to have him busting my chops or you sticking up for me." This drew an unconcerned whatever-you-say grimace from Alex and laughs all round as Charlie came barging along the row, clapping young Fonso on the shoulder as he maneuvered a generously-poured martini in his other hand so deftly that he somehow managed to spill not a drop in all his climbing over people.

    The rawboned, wavy-haired Charlie subsided into his seat with a knowing smile to match Rocky's, his equal in age and fellow-consul of the Club. "Here's to the Chevalier de Saint-Georges, boys[2]. What you suppose he would've made of this joint?"

    Rocky shrugged. "I know I'm impressed. Just look at that ceiling, it's like a cathedral."

    "Like you'd know a thing about cathedrals," Fonso said.

    His older friend laughed. "I dimly remember seeing some pictures. It's all about imagination, kid, that's how you've got to look at it."

    "Will you reprobates stop joking around?" Thad was the only one who wasn't in on the merriment. His voice cut sharply into the general mood. "They'll be on any minute."

    The thin brown-skinned dandy had a more serious air about him than the others most times, but his fellow Knights Under the Mysterious Veil of Bacchus from the Hocus Pocus Club[3] knew very well that there was something more keeping him focused tonight. Someone. Charlie grinned, nudged Fonso's shoulder and winked.

    Fonso didn't dare steal a glance at her. Thad's guest. No, he reminded himself sternly. Thad's girl. Don't you even go thinking about her, that's not what friends do. But something drew his eyes against his will. Before he knew it, he was stealing a glance.

    God, she's beautiful.

    The "sixth wheel's" name was Delphine. Delphine LeClaire. She was five slender feet of bronze-skinned perfection in an ivory gown with a yellow flower in her hair, and she had this way of looking around her as if she were Cinderella at the ball, as if she were walking through a magic kingdom. She had that look now, drinking in the vaulted ceilings, the great curved galleries. It was an odd thing, because her story was the furthest thing from Cinderella's, but that didn't matter.

    What mattered was that she was perfect and she didn't even know it. What mattered was that just like every time he saw her, Fonso was going to try to keep himself from thinking about her and he was going to fail. He was going to try not to let his restless thoughts dwell on the fact that she was a year younger than even he was, clearly too young for Thad, but--

    --well, but there it was.

    Fonso willed himself to look away from her as she finally took her seat. He could hear her and Thad talking low and tried not care what they were saying, what they were thinking. He glanced left to find a sympathetic look in Charlie's eyes and the martini glass pressed into his hand.

    He lifted it and drank without a second thought as the curtains opened and the crowd began to applaud.

    Not that it mattered, of course, whether Delphine LeClair was impressed by men who knew their jazz... but it couldn't hurt to pay the closest attention he could to Tetch no-no-no to Tedge Telemaco. They were going to have to talk about it afterwards and the least he could do was not be tongue-tied.

    * * *
    She could tell when a fella was trying to impress her. It was funny how even in this debonair company they were almost always kind of clumsy and obvious about it, but it was also kind of sweet. Thad was rattling on nervously as the Big Moment inched closer about how he'd always admired the way 'Tedge' stayed in the pocket of melody and harmony in his solos, the way he blended soaring invention and strict discipline, talking as if this wasn't stuff she would already know.

    "It's the kind of playing that really speaks to an understanding of the national soul, you know?" he said, which was awfully pompous but he was clearly nervous, so Delphine let it slide.

    And besides, how was he to know how much she already knew about Tej Telemaco? He still didn't have an inkling as to why she was really here. For whom she was really here.

    The first figure to take the stage was the Maestro. Most of the people in the audience knew him, of course; he'd been running the Eleutheria Philharmonic for years. A young man for the position, Joshua Marchioness wasn't quite forty, but he came of four generations of performing excellence and exuded the confidence that went with it. It was rumoured he'd been the driving force, with the backing of the right sort of friends of course, behind this theatre getting built.

    "Ladies and gentlemen!" Marchioness' voice was clear and ringing. He pointedly spoke without a microphone, making a demonstration of the acoustics from the first moment. That made her smile. "You are most welcome on this historic evening! We are never more in need of music than in trying times..."

    And he was off. Talking up the healing power of the Euterpean Muse, taking the crowd on a tour of the career of the Chevalier de Saint-Georges and his own great-grandfather's adventures with that famous figure, acknowledging the Personages in the loges on house right. He started with the Prime Minister's box, singling out the famous architect Julius Bell whose swan-song this theatre was sure to be. He was a small and unimpressive-looking man and she thought Mister Bolton looked very tired. Daddy was somewhere behind them but she couldn't see him.[4]

    It was all interesting enough, she supposed, but it was nothing she didn't know. Except for when she noticed how Alex was careful not to look at the box where his family was sitting, the third box the Maestro singled out for the crowd's applause after the Prime Minister's and the Malagasy Queen's. They were a glamorous looking family, the women had an undoubted fairly-tale quality in their glittering gowns as they waved at everyone, and she really had no idea why one would shun them. But that was Alex's business.

    Finally the Maestro ran out of introductions and stepped down into the orchestra pit. The first selection was, of course, to be a violin concerto of the Chevalier's. The young American violinist who came onstage to play it, Ezekiel Gordon, was introduced as a child prodigy from Philadelphia. And he was good, too. She wished she could have given him the full attention he deserved.

    But she was restless. Waiting. Trying in advance to school her expression so it wouldn't show too clearly what she felt when he took the stage. Thad had fallen quiet beside her, either out of regard for the music or because he sensed her mood. Right now, she didn't care which.

    * * *
    Tej ran through the fingerings of the first number on his cornet, pacing as the band quietly did their own last-minute run-throughs and preparations behind them. He tried to get himself in the spirit of the first number. He hadn't played classical music in public since he was a kid and the opener was just five and half minutes of him with a little colour from the orchestra. Being in the right mindset was going to be crucial. No distractions.

    Fat chance, he thought. The note was still in his pocket. It weighed next to nothing, but it still weighed on him. The woman's perfume was on it, and somehow managed to smell like a month's wages for a normal man. Walked into the gig of a lifetime and it's a snakepit.

    Could he afford to refuse her? Could he afford not to refuse her? Should he simply tell her his life was already lousy with women as it was and that he couldn't handle any further complications, thank you very much? That one wife had already kicked him out of her life and he was already getting proposals from another one who'd managed to corner him up in Harlem? No, he couldn't run with that last, this was not some random star-struck kid asking to come backstage after the show.

    He had a lifetime of instincts formed on the road in America that he couldn't trust in this weird country. He didn't know whether he could believe what he felt here, whether he could bank on all the promises it made. Whether letting himself believe might drive him into mad acts he never would've committed otherwise.

    He knew he was overthinking this. He went nervously to the curtain, peeping out, but the crowd was invisible beyond the footlights. Make no mistake, he thought to himself. She's out there. She'll be watching. But then, the guy who'd composed the piece he was starting with was out there, too. His music deserved full attention, didn't it? He walked away from the curtain, walked back and peeped again.

    "Will you cut that out, birey?" That was Dackey, his bass player, the local sideman-for-hire whispering furiously. "You're gonna make us all nervous."[5]

    "Sorry man," Tej mouthed back. Adjusted his tie. Paced. Patted his forehead with his kerchief.

    Even the little things threw him. He was used to understanding the language of the streets anywhere he was, but here he didn't even have that. He tried to think back to late-night conversations with his friend Rafe, who seemed to have a story for every occasion, an opinion on every situation. What would Rafe do with this pickle? No matter whether he had to make something up he had a way of hitting on a half-decent idea. The trumpeter experienced a sudden wave of loneliness. I wish you were here, Rafe.

    Sani DuValle and Sissirietta Jones were going diva-a-diva in what he was told was one of the Chevalier's most famous arias from Ernestine. They were in the home stretch now. The stage manager was giving him the "thirty seconds" gesture. Tej nodded back at him and gave him a thumbs-up.[6]

    On the spur of the moment he grabbed the note out of his jacket pocket, crumpled it with one hand and tossed it away. He'd deal with it later; right now he needed to be fully present for the music.

    The divas crescendoed to the finale. The applause from the audience was like waves beating on a seashore. Tej closed his eyes, opened them, nodded to the stage-manager and stepped out to do his sweet thing.

    * * *
    Thad tried to hold her hand at first. She held it back, half-heartedly, until embarrassment had made him pull away.

    For most of the first acts, no matter how sublime, he found himself wallowing in his own confusion. Delphine had asked him to bring her, had melted him with that charming smile, that brightness that seemed to just walk into a room with her. What was going on?

    The questions swirled in his mind only until Tedge took the stage. The first notes of "St. Gregory's Lament" silenced any remaining fidgets in the crowd instantly. They hung in the air so pellucid, so precise, so aching and poignant as to break the heart.

    Thad hadn't entirely been spinning a line when he'd told Delphine of all the ways he admired Tedge's playing. Sure, perhaps he'd embellished his knowledge of jazz a little bit, but nobody could take one look at her eyes when she talked about the new music and resist the temptation to be part of that enthusiasm.

    But Thad's first love was classical music. It was the best and purest thing his parents ever gave him, that music, and he was one of those rare specimens who preferred the moderns. Now he found himself transfixed. He hadn't expected a jazz man's cornet to produce the most striking sound he'd heard in years, but there it was.

    The conundrum of whether to hold Delphine's hand was suddenly forgotten as Tedge Telemaco took him, with a clarity of tone one only heard in dreams, through the waves of St. Gregory's lamentations for a fallen world, his quest for a mystical union with God. Every successive phrase seemed like a journey further through sorrow into tranquility.[7]

    The player, alone on the stage with the orchestra's subtle backing rising around him, gave himself totally to the music. When the last note hung in the air and faded away, Thad looked over at his brash fellows from the Hocus Pocus Club and was surprised to see tears on at least one face. More surprised yet to see that one of those was Charlie... and astonished to reach up and touch his own face and realize that he was another. The Knights Under the Mysterious Veil of Bacchus exchanged bashful looks and rueful grins.

    When Thad looked at Delphine, it was no surprise to find that her face was streaming too. But they were tears of joy, her smile the same bright marvel as ever, and he realized in that moment why she was really here, and who she was really here to see. He was even more surprised to find that he understood, and that he didn't mind.

    "He really is remarkable," he found himself saying as they applauded him.

    Delphine grinned even more brightly. "Just you wait," she said. "That isn't the half of it. Wait'll you hear him sing."

    * * *
    "Can't we just slip on out and go the Tropicana?" It was the same complaint Alex always had at this point of an evening as they were joining the great herd of people on the way out to the lobby. That part at least of the Chevalier Theatre experience was much like any other. "I hear the showgirl revue is doing a Moulin Rouge theme tonight."

    "We are expected," intoned Charlie in the mock tones of his august father: "To hold our end up like good chaps, to see and be seen. You know that by now, Alex, have a little fortitude."

    "It's not fortitude that's my problem." Alex gave him a barbed grin. "It's just my sister Olga's sure to get at me about the company I keep, and one of these days I might see her point."

    "It's not you who's doing us the favour, Rissey," put in Rocky, matching that grin barb for barb.

    He and Alex regarded each other in silence for a second and Fonso got ready to get in between them. They'd gotten in quarrels by this route before, and Alex had been known to cut loose recklessly once or twice as if daring Rocky to touch him. There was deep danger in that... but presently Rocky's mercurial mind scampered onward.

    "Hey Thad, where's your beauty gone?"

    "She's not my beauty after all, more's the pity." Thad seemed surprisingly at peace with it, relaxed and grinning with the others, a Knight in good standing and free of female entanglements once again. "Seems bent on getting a word in with old Tedge, if you must know. She took off like a shot when the curtain rang down." When Charlie and Rocky gave him some ribald, knowing "oooohs" he just laughed. "Ah Hell, I can't even blame her. I've just gotta learn to sing 'Someone To Watch Over Me' like that guy does, that's all."

    "No problem," Charlie assured him. "A couple of lessons with me and a strict nine-martini-a-day regimen and you'll be crooning whole queues of buzen to your door, my boy. I guarantee it."[8]

    "I'm entirely in your hands, good sir," rejoined Thad with a grin and a mock bow. He looked over at Fonso: "So, kid? What'd you think?"

    "Huh?"

    In truth time had stopped for Fonso as he'd learned, in quick sequence, that Delphine LeClaire wasn't here as Thad's girl after all, and that she was here to see Tetch instead. It had suddenly become a matter of utmost urgency to prise himself away from the Club and go after her, for reasons he could neither name nor resist; but as the human tide from within the theatre bore them out into the foyer, he realized with a desperate and uncharasteristic reach into guile that he needed to conceal this fact until he could make good his escape.

    "Um," he managed: "Talented. He's very talented." No, that wouldn't do, this was the Club he was talking to. He forced a smile and embellished: "Honestly it's a bit unfair that one guy should be able to play the cornet like that and lead a band and sing like that, too. Bad for morale."

    "Hear, hear!" chimed in Rocky with approval. "I say we break his fingers immediately and tell him to stick to the singing. Leave something for the rest of us."

    "You've never touched a musical instrument in your life," Alex reminded him.

    "No, but I could if there weren't fellows like that around, hogging all the spotlight."

    "Oh, damn it all," said Thad suddenly, his smile growing fixed as he spied someone bearing down on them. "Don't look now, but it's St. Paul at twelve o'clock."

    "Luck or no luck," Charlie intoned: "When your time comes, you're gonna get it."[9]

    Sympathetic gazes shifted as one to Fonso, who finally managed to wrench his thoughts free of Delphine for just long enough to see a big, burly man in a black tuxedo and a red waiscot emerge from the crowd in front of them. He was grinning at them all, but his attention, as almost always, was locked on Fonso.

    "Gentlemen and worthy Knights," Godwyn Marchioness -- who called himself "Manu Mansu" these days -- was saying with his own approximation of ironical wit. But his expression was serious as he sketched a bow to Fonso and said: "Your Grace. I was hoping to see you this evening."

    No luck at all, Fonso lamented inwardly as he suppressed a groan. "It's just Fonso, Godwyn. Uh, I mean Manu. You know that. Nice to see you."

    He braced himself for a round of the familiar "Your people need you" dance as all the while his heart pounded out the name: Delphine, Delphine, Delphine...

    * * *
    It was child's play to talk her way backstage. The security staff took their duties seriously, but they knew who her father was. His name and an expertly-brandished smile was all it took.

    As she made her way through the hallways backstage, Delphine sung under her breath: "There's a somebody I'm longing to see... I hope that he... turns out to be... someone who'll watch over me..."

    It was the song that she'd first heard him sing when she'd snuck out of an evening during a family visit to New York. Daddy would've killed her if he'd learned she'd gone to a speakeasy. For that matter he would have been none too fond of the idea of her falling in love with a Nonay jazz man because of the way he had of making a song sound like he was singing it just for you. And still less enamoured at the thought of her losing her virginity to such a man, pining for him, watching him play the Chevalier Theatre while thinking only of what it would feel like to be in his arms again.

    Well, not even Daddy needed to know everything. She was almost twenty-one now, it was time she had some secrets of her own. Some memories that belonged just to her.

    She was picturing Tej's face when she surprised him. Her skin was already tingling with the anticipation of what would follow. She waved merrily as she passed by his band's green room. She didn't notice the confusion on their faces, the way some of them averted their eyes.

    Delphine noticed the first funny thing as the door with his name on it came into view. His door was shut... but more than that, there was something sitting outside it. As she drew closer she could see it a small, long-bodied creature wih sleek brown fur. It was an island coney on a leash, an exotic pet for a certain type of person who would have to be obscenely rich even by Daddy's standards. It was on a leash that appeared to be studded with diamonds.[10]

    The sight was so incongruous that at first she simply couldn't process it. The little coney cocked its head at her as she stepped toward it, knelt down to pet it gingerly. It leaned into the petting affectionately as she looked at the door, wondered whether she should knock.

    She heard something from within. A woman's voice. A sigh.

    Delphine caught her breath. She leaned in close with her ear to the door. The little coney watched her and then helpfully put its own ear against the door as if in moral support.

    She heard voices. Laughter. The quiet sounds of kisses and sighs. And then, very clearly, the sibilant sound of a silk dress falling to the floor and a woman's voice moaning: "Oh Tedzhe, lyubov moya..."[11]

    Delphine looked at the coney's diamond-studded leash and an image flashed across her mind: of Alex's glamorous fairy-tale sisters in their royals' box in the theatre. She clapped a hand to her mouth to stifle a cry as her world came crashing in.

    * * *
    "... so I hope you'll agree that people in your position can do a great deal to revitalize our relationship with the continent. It's just a matter of deciding you want to make a difference."

    Manu Mansu had been at him for some time now. Fonso had given up any pretext of listening to him, especially after the rest of the Hocus Pocus Club had abandoned him with apologetic looks.

    All he said now was: "Yes, make a difference, sure, sure..." His mouth on autopilot as he caught sight of Alex a few dozen paces away.

    Two of the Russian's sisters had descended on him and were chattering at him with what looked to be concern, or as if imploring him to do something. Alex hated dealing with his family and made no secret of it, but there was a reluctant change happening in his body language, as if he couldn't refuse what they were asking. Some hidden instinct was screaming at Fonso now, he would never be able to say why.

    Finally he turned back to the man ever-so-politely haranguing him and said frankly: "Look, I don't mean to be rude, but there's something I need to take care of. I hope you'll excuse me."

    Manu Mansu smiled sadly. "You're not there yet, I understand. When you are, you know where to find me. Good luck, Your Grace."

    "And don't call me that," Fonso gritted as he strode away.

    He came level with Alex as his Rissey friend's sisters swept away in a phalanx of voluminous evening gowns, their faces troubled. Alex caught his look and fell into step with him.

    "They're worried about Anya," he reported of his two sisters. "She vanished just before the end of the performance. Father's afraid she's done something rash."

    "And are you worried?"

    "I'm on Anya's side," Alex said simply. "They all spend too much time trying to control her. Always looking for suitable husbands for her, lecturing her about who she can and can't be seen with. We're in the Land of Freedom and she's never been truly free, it's absurd... but I have to go through the motions or I'll never hear the fucking end of it. And you?"

    A terrible premonition was churning in Fonso's guts as they made a beeline through the foyer for the artists' quarters. He said: "I just want to... make sure Delphine's alright." And realized as he was saying it that it was suddenly all he hoped for.

    They had barely reached the door before it burst open.

    The figure that fled past them hid her face in her hands the entire way. She was barefoot, her shoes dangling from the fingers of her left hand, Fonso would remember that specifically for the rest of his days. But by her size, her ivory dress and the flower that fell spinning from her hair to alight on the marble floor, he knew it was Delphine.

    Fonso saw the passage behind her. It was in uproar. There was another woman pelting barefoot down the hallway toward them, pale-skinned and patrician and beautiful, wild-eyed and tearful, an evening gown gathered loose and hastily around her.

    Behind her, the band that had played behind Tetch Telemachos was milling and after a moment he could see the singer and trumpeter himself being held back from pursuing... Delphine? The woman behind Delphine? It wasn't clear. Long bloody red weals charted parallel courses down the man's cheeks and he was shouting something Fonso couldn't make out.

    "Anya!" Alex shouted beside him. The woman running toward them now had to be his sister. As he ran forward to gather her up--casting a dark look down the corridor at Tetch and his band--he said over his shoulder: "Fonso, go after Delphine! I'll handle things here."

    There was a dangerous note in his voice that Fonso didn't like, but there was no time to think. There was only time to turn and run, to chase after a woman like his life, his future, the last breath in his body depended on it.

    * * *
    They called Eleutheria the "Venice of Palmera," or sometimes the "St. Petersburg of Palmera." It had, a random corner of Fonso's mind reported to him as he ran headlong out into the night in search of Delphine, just over three hundred and thirty miles' worth of canals at last count. The nearest one was three blocks away from the Chevalier Theatre, due east.[12]

    He ran for it as fast as he could, the tails of his tuxedo flapping behind him. At some point he thought he heard Rocky and Charlie and Thad shouting after him, asking him what was happening, but all he could do was run.

    The stars were overhead and very beautiful. The moon was bright, almost full. The heavens wheeled on uncaring as he shouted after Delphine LeClaire.

    He almost reached her before she reached the canal. He came close enough to touch the hem of her dress. He could still feel its fabric against his fingers as he watched her soar into the water. It was the last thing he would remember of that night, an image that would replay itself in his dreams.

    * * *
    The Hocus Pocus Club we meet here, the self-assured young gods of fashionable high society nightlife in Eleutheria, are all scions of captains of industry or exiled royals.
    • "Rocky" is Rakoto Nafy, publicly thought the son of a member of Queen Ranavalona III's entourage but in fact the Queen's own son with an undisclosed member of the Palmeran elite. "Charlie" is Charles Norris Wright, the grandson of Norris Wright Cuney and presumptive heir to the Union Mercantile empire. "Thad" is Thaddeus Zenon Gandel, son and heir of industrial entrepreneur and citrus magnate Felix Gandel.
    • "Fonso" is Afonso XV Nzinga, the rightful heir of the Kingdom of Kongo and the second-most-recent of the exiled royalty on display here, his family having evacuated him--a boy of eight at the time--to Palmera in 1914 when Portugal abolished the Kongo monarchy. We'll be seeing the reasons for keen Black Nationalist interest in the potential symbolic(?) uses of his royal claims in further chapters.
    • "Alex" too was a boy when he made landfall in Palmera, though a little older than Fonso. He is Alexei Romanov, the exiled Tsarevich of Russia. His elder sisters are the Grand Duchesses Olga, Maria and the wild-child of the bunch, Anastasia, whom he calls "Anya." (EDIT: In response to a question from comments: his haemophilia is no less severe here than it was IOTL, and though Palmera has better medical care he has already outlived his expected span. He is as reckless as we see him here out of long certainty that nobody in his sphere would dare touch him and out of the long proximity of present death. Perhaps even a certain resentment of the hand Fate has dealt him, because by now -- noting his estrangement by this point from his family and his sympathy for "Anya's" constricted life -- he surely knows that the way the Romanovs built their lives around his illness probably cost them his patrimony.)
    • Delphine LeClaire was an heiress to the wealth of an oil magnate. Her tragic suicide on the night of the Chevalier Theatre's opening would turn "Daddy" into an anti-jazz crusader, the one project he would ever set his mind to that was doomed from the start.
    Tej Telemaco is a kind of cross between early jazz trumpet pioneer Bix Beiderbecke and early crooning pioneer Al Bowlly. He will be a towering figure in the history of jazz in Palmera. [His friend Rafe is a Chicago musician (transplanted like himself from New Orleans) better known as "Gate" Kincaid; this timeline's answer to Satchmo. One of Tej's many nicknames, since clearly almost nobody can pronounce his actual name properly, will be "Junior Gate" on account of his being a year younger than his friend Gate.] The intimacy with the listener that modern recording and amplification technology can produce has clearly complicated his life.

    Telemaco's illicit liaison with Anastasia Romanov would earn him a shiner from her baby brother and lead to her father disowning her and revoking her titles and honours. Her subsequent marriage to Telemaco was months' worth of scandal-rag material even in a country where "interracial" marriage was relatively normal (inter-
    class marriage was much less normal). The jazzman loved his Duchess as best he could... but Delphine left a permanent impression on him, and it would be her for whom he composed his most famous ballad.

    * * *​
    NOTES:

    (a) IOTL the Great Miami Hurricane of 1926 damaged Florida so severely as to bring an early local onset of the Great Depression. Palmera has fortunately been compelled to develop a more diversified and solid economy, and does not have a major city in this particular hurricane's path.

    (b) To Palmey eyes, anyway. Patterson cars of this time can be considered roughly technologically comparable to the prototype Grieve automobile of OTL Peru. In terms of market niche they're like early Hyundais: sturdy, reliable, cheap and unsexy.

    (c) Based on a novel of the same name, just as a real (now lost) film of Oscar Michaux was in OTL, but set in Georgia and Palmera and centred on the drama of a light-skinned Lanney woman's escape from a lover who turns abusive on discovering the “impurity” of her blood.

    (d) Hubert Julian, a pioneer Black aviator of OTL, tried but failed to secure funding for such a venture IOTL; Justin is a luckier analogue with access to the proper resources in Palmera. He completes his flight on May 12th. American pilot Gustave Hesshaimer completes a New York-Paris flight a week later (1,200 km shy of Justin's distance record). The world outside Palmera will be incapable of registering this discrepancy for decades afterwards.

    (e) Soccer's popularity in America has been bolstered, particularly among Black Americans, by the sport's profile in Palmera. There is a “soccer war” at this time happening between rival American leagues; the Lucky Boys have their game with an integrated mostly-Black squad descended from a real early Seventies team called the Chicago American Twelve.

    (f) Though principle and disaster response have both to some extent prevailed here, the Juckers are of course working hard to counter the Liberty and Justice Party's advantage among the tens of thousands of Black “Tumbley” voters making whyrah every year.

    (g) “Mandey” is similar in principle to “mento” music from Jamaica, and like that music is a precursor to the development of TTL's analogues to ska and reggae. The Maxfield Sessions are Palmera's answer to the Bristol Sessions in Tennessee, ground zero of American country music. These are the heirs to "landship music" of an earlier era.

    [1] "Rissey"--Russian.

    [2] This is Joseph Bologne, the Chevalier de Saint-Georges, a son of Guadeloupe and a famous fencer, violinist, composer and conductor in France of the latter 18th century. Despite his connections to French history, he's a figure of considerable romance in Palmeran historiography and letters not just because of his artistic achievements but also because of his military pedigree, having also been a monarchist colonel for France's first all-black regiment.

    [3] This is a peak era for fraternal orders of every sort--beyond just the Masons--with fanciful titles, costumes and structures. The Hocus Pocus Club are young and hip enough to be at the stage of poking ironical fun at it all. They're not a "fraternal order," just drinking buddies.

    [4] Marchioness' great-grandfather is George Bridgewater, a Black violinist from Poland who worked with the Chevalier; ITTL he eventually emigrated to Palmera and founded a family. Julius Bell is analogous to Julian Abele, one of the great early African-American architects who had the same taste for neo-classical design.

    [5] "birey"--"Bro, buddy."

    Dackey is a Chatta nickname that means "stuff."

    [6] Sani DuValle is the fictional Palmey diva we saw mentioned in the second part of "The Lion's Cub," now in the latter stages of her career. Sissirietta Jones was a real Black American diva of the same time period who still lives in America in this TL but has made a trip to Palmera for this show. Ernestine was an opera of the Chevalier's that is now mostly lost, unfortunately, though the upside is that the gaps allow me to make up dramatically convenient arias for it.

    [7] The composer here is an Armenian, part of a community of Armenians who have sought refuge in Palmera after the genocide (the country is usually cagey and obstructive about European immigration, but for this purpose has made exception). "St. Gregory's Lament" is here an early analogue of the Alan Hovhaness piece "The Prayer of St. Gregory," written with similarly spare Armenian spiritual sensibilities and as a fine showpiece for the cornet.

    [8] "buzen"--woman of easy virtue.

    [9] Godwyn "Manu Mansu" Marchioness gets referred to as "St. Paul" here because he's the self-appointed apostle of Garveyism first referenced in the "Hinge of History." Our fullest encounter with him is still in the future, as he's mostly just a distraction to Fonso's current state of mind. Charlie is quoting the American film "Wings," released in this year.

    [10] This is a hutia, a ferret-like rodent related to the guinea pig and native to islands like Jamaica and Cuba. They're extremely elusive and to people living on the islands they're mostly a food animal. This would make them incredibly expensive to acquire as pets.

    [11] "Oh Tedzhe, lyubov moya..."--"Oh Tej, my love..." just in case it isn't clear from context.

    [12] This is a result of major building projects and urban revitalization starting in the days of the Harrington Government, an effort to make Eleutheria an imposing modern capital leavened with a touch of Old World charm. That this also happens to parallel a characteristic of IOTL Cape Coral at the same site is pure coincidence, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
     
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    A Dinner in Daltonville
  • Previously in the timeline:
    The Spanish Period to Home Rule. A curious twist of fate results in a British resettlement project for Black freedmen going to the depopulated southern reaches of an alternate Florida named Palmera.
    The Lion's Cub, Part One. The Union of Palmera battles tides of unrest washing out from America after the Civil War, culminating in the traumatic rebellion called the Third Border War.
    The Lion's Cub, Continued. The Gilded Age unfolds in Palmera in a mingling of glory and tragedy.
    The Lion's Cub, Conclusion. The Union cautiously begins to carve out a place in the international orders of politics, finance and trade.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 1 ("Unseen Pressures Build"). On the eve of the Great War, new forces of nationalism, religion and activism are growing.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 2 ("We Shall Do What Must Be Done"). The Great War erupts, and the full cost in blood and moral compromise of Palmera's "lion's cub" aspirations becomes plain.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 3 ("Lift Every Voice and Sing"). Football, baseball and beach-side leisure provide windows onto three different episodes of postwar social change.

    To come in the timeline:
    "Ayo Perline!" ['Nonwar' & The Sunset of the Haiti Mission], Introduction. A brief summary of events in the totally-not-an-occupation of Haiti.

    Resource Posts:
    Palmera at the End of the Belle Epoque: A Snapshot. A map and a demographic summary of the Union of Palmera in the year 1914.
    Glossary of Palmey English Terms. A glossary of Palmeyisms or otherwise unfamiliar language occurring in the text. Periodically updated as the timeline advances.

    Other Story Posts:
    The Deal. Tequesta County's rural isolation is set to make way for an age of development... but who will benefit?
    Song of Songs. Though times are tough in the wake of the Great Tequesta Hurricane, little has changed in the rarified world of the social elite. Or has it?
    Cocktails With a Kingmaker (from Ayo Perline!). Rum sours & a side of exposition on the Haiti Question.


    A Dinner in Daltonville
    (Borough of Tismore in Daltonville, St. Peter Parish in Osceola County, November 12th, 1928)

    Of the many issues that roiled the nation in 1928 – a minor financial crisis stemming from bad debt in Tequesta County, where a second even worse hurricane in the fall of this year would set back development schemes severely; strain on the minimal and increasingly outdated Dalton-era social safety net; labour unrest; controversy over troops and spending in Haiti – none loomed larger than the question of corporate corruption and power, which came into sharp relief in the illegal liquor trade.

    There had been widespread suspicion for years that an intersection of interests among the Juckers, the Nemoists, the Union Mercantile Company and various criminal gangs and other partners was smuggling contraband liquor into America from across the Caribbean, especially Jamaica, Cuba, the Windward Islands and Haiti. The nation had stern penalties for such flouting of Prohibition and was under much pressure from Washington to enforce them, but the Secret Service's Anti-Contraband Branch remained under-manned and under-funded and though it produced an endless string of showy busts—dismantling the infamous Klein Gang late in 1927—these did so little to stem the greater tide that it was hard not to suspect they were simply eliminating competitors for some far larger interest.

    Those suspicions were shared by the Secret Service's Director, Bristol Prophet, who created a clandestine task force called “Directorate J” to monitor the ACB for potential corruption in 1927. It would not be long before they hit paydirt, in a way that would rock Palmera's political landscape.


    * * *​

    The “Daltonville Dinner” was a famous early use of wiretapping by the Secret Service's “Directorate J,” though such tactics had been previously used by the ACB against other gangs and Palmera was indeed a pioneer of this kind of surveillance. The Dinner took place at a restaurant called Colonel Tandon's India Experience in Tismore and the transcript, leaked to the Daltonville Bolder a couple of weeks after it was recorded, featured key figures of the liquor-smuggling cartel that came to be known as the “Osceola Merry,” all of whom refer to each other by nicknames.

    The nicknames seen in the transcript line up with historical personages thusly:
    • Bushey” is Bill “The Bushwhacker” Tarrant, head of the Tarrant Gang in Daltonville and the senior figure of the Osceola Merry.
    • Oh-So” is Sason Paul, a member of the Nono Nemo Society.
    • Jim” is Southern James of the Union International Transportation Company.
    • Smalley” is Etienne St. Cyr, descendant of the exiled Boyer family of Haiti – resident since the early 1840s – and CEO of the St. Cyr Import/Export Trading Company.
    • Doc” is Martin Duley, an ACB agent supposedly tasked with investigating the Tarrant Gang.
    Either not audible on the recording or not present, but referred to:
    • Frem,” Efraim Stone, one of Bushey’s men.
    • Ah-Wah” or The King, an unspecified politician.
    • Waltz,” Walter Northup, a boss of the Tequesta Operation seen in a prior chapter.
    • Zack,” Zack Hazzard, a now-deceased member of the Mutual Respect Society.
    * * *​

    [At the point where the leaked transcript begins, Jim, Smalley and Doc are seated at a table in the restaurant--in the private dining room which Bushey uses to conduct business deals -- and have just ordered. Bushey comes to the table having apparently just received a message from one of his men.]

    Bushey: Alright. So I’ve got [unintelligible], Frem’s bringing this guy down here. We’re gonna straighten this thing out. Say, Jim, ki pra-feh fi yuh grez[1]?

    Jim: Don’t really know from Asian food, if I’m being honest. Our jenny[2] here told me I should try the Sol Kadhi, so I’m going with that.

    Smalley: I told him real men eat the tambada, but he--

    Jim: Right, I kind of--

    Smalley: He didn’t believe me--

    Jim: Not sure you’ve got the most, uh, most unbiased take on that one.

    Smalley: See? Still in denial. Total denial.

    [laughter]

    Bushey: He’s got you there, Jim. Think I’ll have the tambada myself. And a manto a klairin, make it a double. Doc, what’s your nurrey there?[3]

    Doc: Same as Jim. Ah, I never been adventurous about this kind of deal.

    Bushey: Your loss. Dackoe den, I think we’re all set, yeli. Tak-tak.[4] [The waitress leaves.] So this thing with this kid, we’re all on the same page with this?

    Smalley: I trust you to do what needs doing, Bushey.

    Jim: Second that. The important thing is to keep efficiency.

    Smalley: Exactly. Exactly the thing.

    Jim: Besides, I don’t much care for this sort anyway.

    Bushey: [laughs] Tru-tru.

    Jim: I was actually thinking while we wait on him that maybe we could talk about product flow. Boston and New York have some, uh, concerns after that hurricane last month.

    Doc: Joss almighty, that’s a hell of a thing. Like Noah’s flood.

    Smalley: Eeh. Perline took a worse hit in August[5]. Our supply chain there’s still up and running. Production’s right where it needs to be in every region we’re covering.

    Bushey: But maybe they’re worried about our boys in Tequesta? [‘Jim’ evidently nods.] They don’t need to be. Just ask Waltz and he’ll tell you. ‘Sah-yoh daal dem a run booney ban-dan all dem a cuss, tuzhu-tuzhu’[6]. [He says this like he’s doing an impression; the others laugh.] It’ll take more than a hurricane to slow them down. They may lose a few caches here and there but you know, they’ll-- they’ll keep up their end. Price of a spare dose stays constant.[7]

    Jim: Well alright then. Okay. They’ll be relieved to hear that.

    Smalley: Damned shame about your Tequesta County project, though.

    Jim: Joss’ balls, I don’t even wanna talk about it. People walk so careful around the Big Man these days you’d swear he was Ol’ Hickrey. [laughter] You know what that one clever son of a bitch, what’s his name, that MP from St. Lucia.

    Doc: You’re thinking about Iverley.

    Jim: Iverley, right?

    Bushey: Snakey little fucker if it’s who I’m thinking of.

    Jim: Well exactly, and he’s supposed to be one of our own boys and all, right? And you know what he gets up and says right in the fucking Commons the other day? He actually says: “Tequesta is the County of the Future, and always will be.”[8] Used our own damn slogan to mock us, you couldn’t make it up.

    Bushey: Bad discipline, that’s what that is. Ah-Wah ought to rein a kid like that in. Must make it awkward at the lodge hall.

    Jim: I mean Ah-Wah made him walk it back, ah sake ah what a fucking insult to the people of the county, the idiot. But the damage is done, eeh nah? It’s that he’s one of this new lot, doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing, that this a profession he’s in. Not even a Brother -- like, that’s not supposed to matter, I’m told, but I tell you what, it matters. It matters. I [unintelligible] just, just don’t trust this new lot.[9]

    Bushey: I’m not a Brother.

    Jim: Aw hell, you know what I mean. Anyway you’re baba to a whole clan, nobody could say you don’t know what the shot is.[10]

    [Drinks arrive during all this and the men cheer Bushey’s family values with a collective sah yeh.]

    Bushey: Joss a dam, that’s a bit of alright. You just keep things up and running over there in the Dogs, Smalley. Now that Lady Klairin’s in my life I don’t think I want to give her up.[11] [laughter]

    Smalley: No worries about that. Malleys may not like the work that much but they don’t mind the money we bring in, I can tell you. And Ah-Baz are with us, nuff fi a dem anyway that the ones who aren’t know better than to come in the open against us. If we could just keep ah dam duggey dem from stirring things up[12], well…

    Doc: Same story everywhere, that one.

    Jim: No doubt. Got to say I was a little worried the other day, heard you had, like --

    Smalley: Eeh, it was nothing.

    Jim: Close call with a caco, wasn’t it? Some kid got dog-mouth and came at you with a --

    Smalley: Nah, it was nothing. Can’t run a relley e'ry time someone flash a sam in this game.

    Bushey: Coo deh, Jim. Now that’s ah mawga right there.[13]

    Doc: Looks like your man’s here, Bushey.

    [There’s a brief pause as someone enters. Some low inaudible muttering and then someone else enters.]

    Bushey: Food’s here, too. Alright there, Oh-So, you don’t mind we see to our nurrey here before we talk business, do you? You okay to wait a while?

    Oh-So: [barely audible] Um. Aw leh.

    Bushey: Good man. Frem, yuh wan fi keh eh ginney? Grab a menu there, our jenny here, she’ll fix you right up.[14]

    * * *​

    [There is a half hour of small talk as the men finish their meal; the only remarkable thing about it being that ‘Oh-So,’ pointedly not invited to join the repast, is watching them and sweating. Eventually, the waitress clears away the meals and either receives a visual signal or has an understanding to stay gone.]

    Bushey: Okay. Oh-So… you don’t mind I call you that? I know we ain’t met but--

    Oh-So: It’s… uh, it’s--

    Bushey: Got to feel like I know you, ah yeh?

    Oh-So: I’m not fussed about it.

    Bushey: I’m assuming you’ve figured out who I am, then. [‘Oh-So’ presumably nods or makes some gesture.] Good. My friends with me here yuh nuh fi a kon, it’s okay. Only one you need to know is Doc over there, ah sake ah he’s the reason you’re here.

    Oh-So: I’m--due respect to you, I’m not sure I quite get what that reason is. [long silence] Uh, I mean, what I mean is I get… well, I thought they had it all worked out with you, like, our uh, our thing and your thing, I thought it was all cleared.

    Bushey: Yeah, well that’s just it. You know a kid named Zack up Georgia way?

    Oh-So: Uh…

    Bushey: How about I don’t put it as a question. You know a kid named Zack up Georgia way. I know you do ah sake ah Doc over there has pictures of you and your partner tailing him to a meet. He has pictures of you two goofs outside the barn where he got found minus a few, uh, organs and extremities. He has pictures of you coming out cleaning a buck knife. So you can cut the ka-ka.

    Oh-So: Um. Well. I uh, I can’t talk about certain kinds of uh, activities without-- uh, I’ve got to clear with my Lochagos--

    Bushey: Who you think help us find you, you fucking doik?[15] How you think I know the Society didn’t clear a hit on Zack? And you want to know why they wouldn’t? [silence] Aside from you’re not supposed to be [inaudible] doing your crazy hoodoo act in the Marches, it’s ah sake ah Zack was a Merry Man. He was under our protection. In theory he was supposed to be under your protection, too, ah yeh?

    Oh-So: Huh? Some peck? But I--

    [Sound of a fist, presumably Bushey’s, hitting the table.]

    Bushey: Shut. Up.

    Oh-So: It’s just… well, we defend… I mean, we stand for something --

    Bushey: What I just say. You stand for what the committee tell you that you fucking stand for. This the big boys talking now and your own Archey one a dem. I sweh Joss you make me raise my voice right now --

    Doc: I’d listen to him, kid, you plan on leaving here with those good looks.

    Smalley: Hah. What good looks?

    Bushey: ’S'all relative. I can sure make em worse if this kid want it. All he gotta do's open his fucking yawp again while I’m talking. Hm?

    [Silence. Oh-So seems to have gotten the message.]

    That’s better. Now look, Oh-So. The way this work we can either profit each other or turn on each other. Everyone in this operation got a role to play, praan? Even the ones hate each other, since believe it or not we sometime need some peck to sell our product north-the-border. Sky-larking hoodoo man fi mek dem peckah dem a peh-peh is one thing, but you gone off-reservation and kill one our assets doing it and that’s bad for business. Bad fi yuh santey to be bad for business, ah yeh?[16]

    Oh-So: I get you, yeah.

    Bushey: Now I’m letting you go for right now, but wi fi a mek a fucking ruling on you, so you best keep your nose clean. And if this ever happens again, you’ll find out my people can sky-lark the hoodoo man, too, and they won’t wait til you dead to start cutting the pieces off you. You hear me?

    [Oh-So apparently nods or makes some other gesture.]

    Boh. Then get out of my sight. And you can find your own dam way home.

    [Silence as Oh-So clears out and for some minutes afterwards.]

    Frem. Bin a yah. [Brief inaudible murmuring, and then silence again as ‘Frem’ leaves.]

    Poor dumb bastard. What a waste. Eeh sa. Anyone up for dessert? [17]

    * * *​

    The notorious Nemoist militia-man Sason Paul, a loose cannon of the Society long known to law enforcement, was found executed in an alleyway on the northern edge of Tismore a day later. It couldn’t be conclusively proved that the Osceola Merry had compassed his death, but the later-leaked surveillance tape was suggestive to say the least. What nobody could doubt was that there was a criminal conspiracy on that recording of shocking dimensions, reach and ruthlessness.

    Particularly vexing was the guessing game the dinner encouraged about the mysterious politician -- who could only be someone highly placed in the United Freedom Congress -- referred to as ‘Ah-Wah’ and whether that figure was directly party to the Osceola Merry’s crimes, as seemed to be implied. Whether outright complicity was true or not (and as it happened, ‘Ah-Wah’ was never conclusively identified), the shadow of impropriety alone caused a scandal and a vote of no-confidence the Bolton government only barely survived.

    The earthquake set off by the leaking of the “Daltonville Dinner” recording led to a massive overhaul of the Palmeran Secret Service, forced resignations of several high-profile figures from the UITC and St.-Cyr Import/Export, a united push for anti-trust reform in the Commons--two eventual results of which would be the break-up of the Union Mercantile empire and the institution of public broadcasting in Palmera--and open gang warfare in the streets of Daltonville and other cities in Palmera. “Bushey” Bill Tarrant would eventually be caught trying to flee to Jamaica.

    Among the most disturbing things on the recording was the frighteningly cynical way “Smalley” St.-Cyr had spoken about the state of play in Haiti. That the rising chorus of dissent about the island and what was happening there would become impossible to ignore was another outcome of the Daltonville affair… perhaps one of the most momentous.


    * * *​

    NOTES:

    [1] ki pra-feh fi yuh grez--”What are you having to eat?”

    [2] “jenny”--Young lady, young girl.

    [3] tambada--Tambda Rassa, an Indian dish popular in Palmera. manto a klairin--a mint cocktail made with clairin, a white rum from Haiti. nurrey--”Feed / meal / eats”

    [4] Dackoe den . . . yeli. Tak-tak.--”Very well then . . . honey / sweetie. Thanks very much.”

    [5] “Perline” is an affectionate nickname for Haiti, derived from the old phrase “Pearl of the Antilles.” A hurricane in August did significant damage and killed upwards of two hundred people in Haiti in this year.

    [6] ‘Sah-yoh daal dem a run booney ban-dan all dem a cuss, tuzhu-tuzhu’--“Our boys have run liquor through every kind of curse since forever.”

    [7] “Price of a spare dose stays constant.”--Part of the Osceola Merry’s business model was apparently based on shipping medicinal liquor, which was a legal loophole under Prohibition. The smuggling part of the business applied to hooch in far larger quantities that supplied speakeasies across America, referred to with wry humour as “spare doses” in the Merry’s parlance. Apparently the Tequesta “Operation” we met earlier in The Deal played a large role in stockpiling reserve caches of liquor destined for the illegal market at remote rural sites, presumably in order that shocks from law enforcement activity or natural disaster could be quickly compensated for.

    [8] “Tequesta is the County of the Future, and always will be.”--This of course parallels the cruel old “country of the future” joke routinely made about Brazil, which has been apocryphally attributed to Stefan Zweig and Charles de Gaulle. Here maybe the Palmey joke will inspire the later version.

    ”The County of the Future” was how the UITC was promoting settlement and urban development in Tequesta County from 1926. The company survived being caught colluding with criminal interests (Southern James or “Jim” was successfully hung out to dry as a rogue actor) and emerged still strong in its sector of the market after anti-trust action split up Union Mercantile. The development project would still go ahead, though more slowly than initially hoped for and delayed by years, and this wouldn’t be the last time UITC agents were caught colluding with criminals.

    [9] “just don’t trust this new lot.”--Freemasonry’s near-monopoly of the top rungs of political and economic power in Palmera was in a much more advanced stage of decay than anyone had yet admitted to themselves in 1928. Some of the signals were unmistakable, such as the appearance of MP’s who were proudly defiant of the tacit rules of etiquette that had once prevailed.

    [10] “Anyway you’re baba to a whole clan . . .”--The Palmey underworld naturally had its own secret societies, quite apart from Masonry or the Nemoists. This alludes to Bushey heading up such a society.

    [11] “Joss a dam…”--”God-damn!”

    “. . . over there in the Dogs”--”The Dogs” is a not-so-affectionate nickname for Haiti and for the island of Hispaniola generally. It probably derives from an old folk legend about a birth vision--of a dog springing from her womb with a torch in its mouth--seen by the mother of St. Dominic, for whom the island was originally named. (The legend in turn derived from an old Latin pun on the name of the Dominican Order which the saint founded.)

    [12] “Malleys may not like the work that much. . .”--Malley is from malé in Kriyol, meaning “wretch,” a reference to the Haitian peasantry. Smalley being involved in rum production, part of his business would have included reintroducing sugar plantations to Haiti, which would be seen as everything from distasteful to abhorrent by many Haitians. His allusion to “the money we bring in” is about having to entice workers with (relatively) high rates of pay.

    “And Ah-Baz are with us, nuff fi a dem anyway that the ones who aren’t know better . . .”--Ah-Baz means “the base,” a reference to two of the most potent pillars of political legitimacy in Haiti: approval from local military officials and vodoun priests. Nuff fi a dem means he thinks enough of them are on side to keep the opposition intimidated.

    ah dam duggey dem”--”The damn do-gooders.” Aside from business and the military, Haiti has also drawn the activities of a wide range of charities, missionary organizations and journalists from Palmera, and they keep stepping on the toes of men like Smalley.

    [13] “Close call with a caco, wasn’t it? Some kid got dog-mouth and . . .”--A caco is a Haitian bandit or outlaw. “Dog-mouth” is an English form of the Chatta expression dug-mout, meaning “drugged up.” There is a persistent Palmey belief, based on fascination with zombie legends, that vodoun priests drug potential hit men to make them immune to mercy, pain and fear. The total lack of evidence for this legend--which is probably a transferred trope from legends of the “hashish-eating” assassin sect of the Crusades--does not slow it down in the slightest.

    “Can’t run a relley every time someone flash a sam”--”Can’t run screaming every time someone flashes a gun”

    ah mawga”--”The skinny,” meaning the true word, the true doctrine, the right way to behave.

    [14] yuh wan fi keh eh ginney--”You want to get some food?”

    [15] doik--lit. “ape,” meaning moron. Oh-So’s preceding reference to a “Lochagos” alludes to a whole system of faux-Hellenic ranks and titles in the Nemoist hierarchy, as does Bushey's later reference to an "Archey," meaning "Archon."

    [16] “Sky-larking hoodoo man fi mek dem peckah dem a peh-peh is one thing. . .”--”Play-acting like voodoo priests to make all the pecks piss themselves is one thing. . .” A succinct summary of Nemoist terror tactics. Part of what has landed “Oh-So” in hot water is that he was caught doing this in the Marches at all; quite obviously nothing could fuel Marcher paranoia like actual Palmeran terrorists doing actual ritual killings in their backyard. That it turned out the Osceola Merry was also employing the likes of the Respecters as bootleggers was one of the more shocking revelations on the tape, though in retrospect it shouldn’t have been, and clearly it was need-to-know information even within the cartel.

    “Bad fi yuh santey to be bad for business. . .”--”Bad for your health to be bad for business,” as Oh-So would shortly discover.

    [17] Bin a yah.--”Over here.” Eeh sa.--”Oh well / That’s life / So it goes”
     
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    “Ayo Perline!” [‘Nonwar’ & The Sunset of the Haiti Mission], Introduction
  • Previously in the timeline:
    The Spanish Period to Home Rule. A curious twist of fate results in a British resettlement project for Black freedmen going to the depopulated southern reaches of an alternate Florida named Palmera.
    The Lion's Cub, Part One. The Union of Palmera battles tides of unrest washing out from America after the Civil War, culminating in the traumatic rebellion called the Third Border War.
    The Lion's Cub, Continued. The Gilded Age unfolds in Palmera in a mingling of glory and tragedy.
    The Lion's Cub, Conclusion. The Union cautiously begins to carve out a place in the international orders of politics, finance and trade.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 1 ("Unseen Pressures Build"). On the eve of the Great War, new forces of nationalism, religion and activism are growing.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 2 ("We Shall Do What Must Be Done"). The Great War erupts, and the full cost in blood and moral compromise of Palmera's "lion's cub" aspirations becomes plain.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 3 ("Lift Every Voice and Sing"). Football, baseball and beach-side leisure provide windows onto three different episodes of postwar social change.

    Resource Posts:
    Palmera at the End of the Belle Epoque: A Snapshot. A map and a demographic summary of the Union of Palmera in the year 1914.
    Glossary of Palmey English Terms. A glossary of Palmeyisms or otherwise unfamiliar language occurring in the text. Periodically updated as the timeline advances.

    Story Posts:
    The Deal. Tequesta County's rural isolation is set to make way for an age of development... but who will benefit?
    Song of Songs. Though times are tough in the wake of the Great Tequesta Hurricane, little has changed in the rarified world of the social elite. Or has it?
    A Dinner in Daltonville. Organised crime and corruption hit the headlines in Palmera in a truly spectacular way.

    Cocktails With a Kingmaker (from Ayo Perline!). Rum sours & a side of exposition on the Haiti Question.

    “Ayo Perline!” [‘Nonwar’ & The Sunset of the Haiti Mission], Introduction:
    Long before the Haiti Mission began in 1915, Palmera had official and unofficial contacts with the Republic. There were of course the entrepreneurs and political family ties of the late-19th century. Prior to that, owing to Haiti’s long 19th-century isolation, it was Palmeran officialdom that was most frequently reminded of events there during the brief storms of rebellion, coup and counter-coup that tended to terminate Presidencies and serve as interregnums between long periods of dictatorship*. From 1843 to 1915, no less than seven former Haitian Presidents and Presidents-for-Life and one former Haitian Emperor were fortunate enough to escape the politics of their country alive and go into exile in Palmera.

    * Of course there were some private actors with interests in Hispaniola before the Dalton years, too. One was Jeremiah Hamilton, the so-called ‘Prince of Darkness,’ who ran a counterfeiting operation using Haitian gourdes during the early 1860s.

    Few of these distinguished refugees were accorded the kind of pride of place given to deposed African or European royalty; though Haiti could claim title of the first Black republic and only successful slave rebellion, this potential symbolic potency was dimmed by the fact that she was mostly seen in Palmera as a broken country, the Land of Jack Freedom’s lesser cousin, doomed from the outset by the bloody manner of her birth and the combined isolation, poverty and superstition that had since seized her. Still, the Haitian expatriates did attain celebrity status in many cases, using it in part to popularize a more complicated picture of their homeland than most other countries got; Palmey students read in their history books about at least a few of Haiti’s modernizers, artists and intellectuals along with her dictatorships and dysfunctions as a result. Some of them expounded until their dying days, to whomever would listen, upon the best ways to “fix” Haiti.

    At least four of these famous exiles left descendants--the various branches and offshoots of the Boyer, Soulouque, Geffrard and Salomon families--who remained in Palmera and seeded clans that prospered in business and eventually broke into politics. These prominent Haitian families helped in many cases to keep the Republic’s history alive, at least as they saw it, and to propagate the idea of Palmera as a potential “saviour of Haiti” across decades, an idea which grew in tandem with Palmera’s economic interests in Haiti, and that finally bore fruit with Big Ike’s subtle confrontations with America over the Haiti Question.

    Palmera’s Second Expeditionary Force, her Secret Service and substantial fractions of her entrepreneurial class and civil society all became involved with Haiti during the years of the mission in support of Ovince Danastor’s regime--and eventually that of his successor, Mauleart Roy--from 1915 to 1934. Owing to their resources of Kriyol-speaking personnel familiar to some degree with the island’s religion and culture, the Palmerans eventually assumed most of the “front-line” duties of the mission--the Americans were most interested in the country as a port and naval base and were just as happy leaving someone else to do most of the dealing with the locals as long as stability remained intact--and were active even in isolated areas of the country that American counterparts seldom reached or even thought about.

    The Union and the Republic grew more entangled than ever before. Palmey missionaries, doctors, merchants, engineers, scientists and soldiers worked in Haiti in their thousands. Some settled, intermarried with the locals (or each other), raised families that would become the Moun-Déyo,** the “outsiders,” their own subcaste of the Haitian elite. In some cases young men and women who went out with the intention of conquering the “superstition” of vodoun found far more to it--and to Haitian life--than they’d anticipated.

    ** In Haitian terms, the Moun-Déyo coded as part of the country’s mulatto minority. Haiti’s “elite” was divided as in OTL between the mulattoes, who were mostly urban administrators and functionaries, and the Black-dominated military, though there was some overlap between the two.

    By 1928 Palmera had just shy of a quarter share of both Haiti’s import and export markets. From the Union’s point of view it was a necessary investment because a brief American occupation in the Dominican Republic next door (ending in 1921***) had managed to almost completely reorient that country’s economy toward the States; it was believed that Haiti had hidden gold reserves that might yet be tapped and compensate the loss of access to the great mine in the Dominican highlands.

    *** This parallels a similar occupation of the Dominican Republic IOTL. Having expended so much political capital on the Haitian Incident, this was an American action in which Palmera could not intervene despite severe misgivings as to the outcome. Palmera did remain a presence in the east of Hispaniola thereafter, especially after the American occupiers departed, but at nothing like the levels of activity seen in Haiti.

    However, the Palmeran presence and actions were far from universally welcome in Haiti or free of controversy at home. Substantial parts of the mission were marred by outbreaks of civil unrest, guerrilla activity or opportunistic bandit attacks and assassination attempts that came collectively to be called “The Nonwar****” by the National Militia Service. Some found this absurd bureaucratese, but to many who served in Haiti the term had much to commend it as an attempt to capture the unusual and unfocused nature of a conflict in which there was rarely a fixed enemy on whom you could focus and defeat.

    **** “Nonwar” more often refers to a state of being than to a specific event, but it fits the pattern of small-scale disturbance and opportunistic ambushes seen in Haiti of this timeline, which nobody in an official capacity on the Palmey side will want to call actual warfare.

    The Nonwar could be roughly divided into three phases: the first immediately followed the Haitian Incident and the establishment of the Danastor regime, lasting from around 1915 through to 1920, and consisted of periodic protests and outbreaks of hostility to the regime that occasionally (but rarely) focused around potential political rivals. The second lasted from 1922 through until about 1926, emerging from suspicions about the legitimacy of Danastor’s reelection and coinciding with the most vigorous period of Palmey-led school and infastructure building.

    The third and worst phase began with the onset of the Great Depression in 1929--which terminated ambitious Palmeran investment and infrastructure projects for some time--and gradually intensified until President Danastor resigned and triggered fresh elections in 1933. Mauleart Roy’s reasonably peaceful accession to the presidency led to the drawing-down and termination of the mission (save for those civilians and a small force of “advisors and trainers” who remained) in 1934.

    Witness to this final phase of the mission, and a leading authority on Haiti, was a Palmeran Major by the name of Jack Heyland, who’d first set eyes on Hispaniola as a green recruit during the Sixty-Minute War. His book on the subject, considered perhaps the essential early work, was not a military treatise, but a semi-scholarly account of the social and historical context of the mission combined with vivid travelogue-style remembrances of the various places, personalities and events--from the charming to the sinister, inspirational to tragic, idyllic to surreal--he encountered there.

    The book was called Ayo Perline! (or “Farewell Perline!”) and will be excerpted in what follows. After leaving the Service, Jack Heyland himself would go on to found the publishing company Belair House, which printed a wide range of Palmey and Caribbean literature but focussed specifically on bringing “Antillanities,” works from the former French West Indies and especially from Haiti, to a wider audience.*****

    ***** “Perline” was the most flattering of the range of nicknames that Haiti hands from Palmera gave the country, in reference to her former reputation as the Pearl of the Antilles. Heyland’s publishing company was named in honour of Sanité Bélair, a heroine of the Haitian Revolution. It would publish many works of early Haitian literature that would be partly or wholly lost IOTL, including Massillon Coicou’s famous play The Emperor Dessalines.
     
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    The Parisiana
  • Previously in the timeline:
    The Spanish Period to Home Rule. A curious twist of fate results in a British resettlement project for Black freedmen going to the depopulated southern reaches of an alternate Florida named Palmera.
    The Lion's Cub, Part One. The Union of Palmera battles tides of unrest washing out from America after the Civil War, culminating in the traumatic rebellion called the Third Border War.
    The Lion's Cub, Continued. The Gilded Age unfolds in Palmera in a mingling of glory and tragedy.
    The Lion's Cub, Conclusion. The Union cautiously begins to carve out a place in the international orders of politics, finance and trade.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 1 ("Unseen Pressures Build"). On the eve of the Great War, new forces of nationalism, religion and activism are growing.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 2 ("We Shall Do What Must Be Done"). The Great War erupts, and the full cost in blood and moral compromise of Palmera's "lion's cub" aspirations becomes plain.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 3 ("Lift Every Voice and Sing"). Football, baseball and beach-side leisure provide windows onto three different episodes of postwar social change.
    "Ayo Perline!" ['Nonwar' & The Sunset of the Haiti Mission], Introduction. A brief summary of events in the totally-not-an-occupation of Haiti.

    Resource Posts:
    Palmera at the End of the Belle Epoque: A Snapshot. A map and a demographic summary of the Union of Palmera in the year 1914.
    Glossary of Palmey English Terms. A glossary of Palmeyisms or otherwise unfamiliar language occurring in the text. Periodically updated as the timeline advances.

    Other Story Posts:
    The Deal. Tequesta County's rural isolation is set to make way for an age of development... but who will benefit?
    Song of Songs. Though times are tough in the wake of the Great Tequesta Hurricane, little has changed in the rarified world of the social elite. Or has it?
    A Dinner in Daltonville. Organised crime and corruption hit the headlines in Palmera in a truly spectacular way.
    Cocktails with a King-Maker. A Palmeran officer en route to his command encounters the all-seeing eye of Special Branch.


    Finishing up in Haiti for a while so I can switch the focus back to Palmera proper.


    The Parisiana
    (from Ayo Perline! by Maj. Jack Heyland, OP, OBE, CMG)


    Jack Heyland commanded a detachment of scouts in Artibonite, supposedly protecting a roads and sanitation project which--as Edwin Morel had predicted--quickly ground to a halt as the Great Depression set in. He also guarded several missionary operations in the Department, many of which continued stubbornly to operate as best they could money or no money, and several of which came down with the mysterious cases of vandalism or random attacks so characteristic of the Nonwar.

    Of particular interest to Heyland was the Temple de Saint-Salomon mission in La Chappelle. This was one of the Tribulationist missions that Edwin Morel referred to as having “surprised” people, and it was run in part by a particularly beautiful and virtuous prêtresse named Lucine Saroyan[a], who came to occupy a significant place in the memoir. While on leave to Port-au-Prince in 1931 he persuaded Lucine to accompany him, and eventually to join him at one of the city’s great centres of culture and nightlife, the Cinema Parisiana.

    The excursion was a hard sell: Lucine’s faith frowned on modern indulgences like the cinema. That she finally agreed laid the stage for an evening that would change Jack Heyland’s life in more ways than one.


    * * *​


    When I first laid eyes on Prêtresse Lucine Saroyan, she was dressed in the simple habit of her sect in a white robe and turban and was leading a group of Haitian children in the Israelite Hymn to Unity[1]. I remember seeing her dark eyes shine with the kind of fervour that my beloved Statie had used to have when we first met[2]. Her voice soared with theirs, strong and clear, making me painfully conscious of my uniform and weapons and the days’ worth of sweat on my body and unkempt stubble on my chin.

    I remember being struck by seeing the real acceptance and love the community seemed to have for someone with what I at first took to be a Lanney face and complexion[3].I was struck, too, not just by the extraordinary beauty of her features--though make no mistake, it wasn’t lost on me that she was a living work of art--but also by the force of her conviction. Something in me has always been attracted to religious women full of the fire of the Holy Spirit, and it certainly doesn’t have much to do with being very holy in my own right. I suppose old Dr. Fuller would tell me this was about my subconscious’ imprinting on my mother, and I’d have to say he was right, and that there’s certainly nothing to be done about it now.[4] But I remember thinking, when I first saw her then: She will never look more beautiful than at this moment. My first sight of her on our evening at the Parisiana disproved that belief conclusively.

    As I went to retrieve her from her billet in Pétion-Ville, a far cry from my quarters at the Beau Rivage, it was only my second time seeing Lucine without her religious garb[5]. She wore a dainty white evening dress of lace and georgette and had her flowing locks bound up in a more casual style of headdress--she even allowed herself some colour here, for this turban was in Haitian colours of red and blue--and she sported a pair of earrings and the silver necklace I’d once gifted her. It was the extent of her concessions to fashion; Lucine inveighed often against the industry of cosmetics and refused to wear them, but then she of all women had no need to.

    I remember the shyness of the smile she gave me, as if she felt naked without the garb of her faith, and I tried to reward the trust she was showing me by being at my most attentive, protective and solicitous as we climbed in our rented Hayer and I chaperoned my sweetheart, with the some misgivings, into the rowdier streets of greater Port-au-Prince.

    It was the weekend after Defile Kanaval and there were rara processions in the streets even now, the sound of drums and trumpets and the hollow drones of vaksins a constant[6]. By this time of the evening the lyrics had gotten ruder and we caught snatches of song through the windows that made Lucine blush a little, for all that she was familiar enough with the earthy side of Haiti not to shock easily. Some of them shocked me, too, for somewhat different reasons:

    "Danastor, peyi a se pou ou
    Pran bouzen jan ou tanpri
    Danastor, pi bon ou vis bouzen
    Pase ke ou vis peyi a
    Danastor, pi bon ou rete arebò langèt
    Pase ale andedan pèp la"[7]​

    Normal though it was for rara to get more and more irreverent as a day went on, there was something different in the tone of that one that made my hair stand on end.

    I tried not to let my disturbance show, and Lucine reassured me for her part, simply grinning and saying: “Ah, what scamps. You see why I love my rude little mission so much.”

    “I do,” I laughed, perhaps a bit forced. “I love it, too, you know that. But when I learned you hadn’t been to the cinema yet, well… trust me when I tell you this is worth it.”

    Lucine, not in the least given to displays of affection in public, actually gave me a peck on the cheek and a smile, then, and let out a tinkle of gay laughter as she saw my look of wonderment. “Of course I trust you, Jack. That’s why I’m here.”

    * * *​

    In truth I should’ve preferred to visit with Lucine in the more rarified precincts where her billet lived, except that I was keen to show her the wonders of modernity we’d played a role in bringing here, and its central showcase was the Parisiana, where many of our compatriots convened of an evening. I’ll admit it could be that I was keen to have her associate me with the bustling excitement of the city’s downtown, too.

    That one overheard rara aside, actually the city was showing a friendly face that night. It was a perfect night for an outing, a cool breeze wafting in from the sea to keep some of the city’s more pungent smells at bay. The talking film was all the rage and the films at the Parisiana gave us all a nostalgic taste of home: you could go there to see Gad Pendarvis in The Fox or The Sword and the Bow, or watch Blango and Copes poke fun at life’s absurdities in Nuts for Coconuts, or weep along with Myrtilla van Alsten as she fell extravagantly in love with one handsome beau or another. It also served as a propaganda vehicle for His Excellency the President, who always purchased half the theatre outright as seating for the city’s poor. Palmey sponsorship for the Haitian National Cinema Foundation was one of the few support projects still fully funded outside of the military, and tonight there was great buzz about the double screening of a new Pendarvis swashbuckler, Our Man Israel, and L’Empereur Dessalines, the latest of the full-length Haitian historical epics Danastor was so fond of[8].

    The Parisiana crowd was, as my friend Edwin once put it, “a who’s who of whoever is who” in the city at any given time. As Lucine and I stepped into the front hallway[9], I wouldn’t say I was exactly showing her off, it would have been beneath either of us, but I must confess I did notice the way some of the men’s eyes followed us with envy, and it did put an extra puff of pride in my chest.

    Lucine held tight to my hand as we bought our tickets and stood in line for a concessions which mainly served tea or Kremas (I yearned for the latter but bought the former). But she was personable and outwardly unflappable as we encountered a rotating cast of Palmey officers and their Haitian mistresses.

    I was disagreeably surprised to see that one of these was Chester Tredwell, who run an outfit in Marmelade and who I’d thought was still in country. He was a boor’s boor and dark rumours swirled around his boys, but he had somehow over the past couple of years conceived the idea that he and I were bosom friends, and he quickly homed in on me.

    “Jack!” He thumped me on the back. “Quite an age[10]! How’s it now?”

    “Chester.” I tried to tread the line between politeness and reserve as I introduced Lucine, who gave him one of her radiant, open-hearted smiles as I politely inquired after his health and the welfare of his lads.

    “Can’t none of us complain,” said Chester expansively. “The lads are having a fine time of it, all dem ah feh fi boh-yoh kapa, ah yeh[11]?”

    “Glad to hear it.” I tried for prudent restraint, but I couldn’t stop myself from adding: “Ah sake ah I heard about some troubles, pettey?[12]”

    “Bah.” He made a dismissive gesture and grinned. “Ti gason yon praal ti gason, you know how it is. I don’t take notice of it. The job is the job, you’ve got to let them blow off some steam.”

    “Boys will be boys. Tru deh, Chester. We’d say the same in our country, ah yeh?”

    Chester’s smile faltered into a quizzical frown. I had plainly failed to keep the bitterness out of my reply, neutrally as I tried to phrase it, for a moment later Lucine was adroitly steering us clear of him before either of us could say anything more. I fumed and had to clench my jaw to suppress my rage as she counselled me, sotto voce: “Easy now, my love. Try not to get us in a tappey.”

    I breathed deep and heeded her words. She was right. Getting in a fistfight with a colleague was not the best way to set the tone for a night out. But my anger simmered. Chester’s boys has become infamous for what could most charitably be described as inappropriate liaisons with the locals, in some cases girls younger than twelve, and they’d occasioned great fury from the people as a result. His was the kind of attitude that made the Mission far more difficult for the rest of us.

    Luckily our next encounter en route to our seats was more pleasant. It was with Samfeyo Calixte and his wife Timize, both intimates of His Excellency the President. Samfeyo was a Lieutenant Colonel, one of those rare individuals in the Haitian Army who was well regarded by mulattoes, Palmeys and Blacks alike; he himself was as Black as Haitians came, as was his wife, an actress from a poor and obscure background whose beauty no man of any race could dispute, one of those women -- much like Lucine -- who seemed simply to glow from the inside out. The pair of them were like a palate-cleanser after the brief and unpleasant encounter with Chester Tredwell, and Lucine warmed to them immediately.

    We fell in and I chatted with them for some time about the relative virtues of various Pendarvis[13] films, on which the Calixtes were something of an authority. (They were thorough partisans of The Fox, though they reluctantly admitted the virtues of The Sword and the Bow.) Timize was the most excited of all the company for L’Empereur Dessalines, having many times seen the play on which it was based and expressing mixed emotions of anticipation and guardedness about its adaptation to the cinema. We took our seats together and gabbled at each other until the master of ceremonies took the stage and the house quieted. Not long after his brief speech, the magic commenced.

    As Our Man Israel began in earnest, I caught the glance of a gentleman in the foreward rows. He nodded and winked at me. I could scarcely refuse to acknowledge him, though I can’t say his presence was entirely welcome on this of all occasions. It was none other than my old friend Edwin Morel.

    * * *​

    As was the custom, the whole house rose in applause to His Excellency--who was in personal attendance, as was not uncommon--at the end of the show. Lucine by this time was altogether a convert to the idea of the cinema, on account of having been moved to cheers by the first feature and reduced to tears by the dreadful tragedy of the second. The excursion was a palpable hit, which delighted me -- along with certain looks of wholly welcome passion shorn of shyness in my lady’s eyes -- but I had a hurdle to overcome before the end of the night. For as we made our way for the exit, basking in our mutual affection, Teddy Morel caught up with me.

    He caught me by the elbow. By the left elbow in particular; it’s curious how vivid that little detail is in retrospect. Grinning and leaning in as if to tell me a joke, he immediately put paid to my joie de vivre with a single utterance.

    He told me: “One of ours is turned.”

    I felt frozen as I heard him say it. Managed back, sotto voce: “Are you sure?”

    “There are patterns,” he elaborated. “Emanating from a point in your Department. It can only be a Palmey, he knows too much about how our patrols move. He’s a Vodoun enthusiast, or thinks of himself as one, and he has designs on other ‘foreigners.’ You’ll need to deal with him. I’ll be in touch.”

    I have to confess that the intrusion of matters of blood and death on this golden evening wasn’t welcome. I must have seemed dreadfully distracted for the last part of the night, but Lucine was gracious about it, generous as her nature always was.

    I daresay I came back fully to myself when I was dropping her home and her lips touched mine, fully and sweetly, for the first time. In normal circumstances, whatever those might be, I would have thought of little else but the dissolve into that honeyed kiss on my way back to the hotel.

    But Morel’s voice nagged at me. The thought of one of our very own conducting the accursed Nonwar against us chilled me to the bone. Could it possibly be true?

    To my eternal regret, it was. And the hunt for that grotesque malcontent, one of the most malign individuals it was ever my misfortune to encounter, would be one of the most harrowing episodes of my entire venture in Perline.

    * * *​

    Jack Heyland was at this time three years away from departing Haiti, returning to Palmera in 1934. As he and other occupying forces left -- Lucine Saroyan left with him and became his second wife -- a mulatto lawyer named Mauleart Roy, aide to Danastor and arguably the second-most-powerful figure in the Haitian government behind His Excellency, was sworn in as President.

    The Second Expeditionary Force did indeed achieve its minimal condition of victory: Ovince Danastor left office peacefully and had no need to flee the country. Roy himself was a staunch Catholic who did not remotely understand the essence of
    Danastorisme, however, and did not follow through on its promises to both the “house” and the “field.” It would seem at first as though this part of the Palmeran mission was a failure.

    However, Danastor remained an
    eminence grise in Haitian politics, and was in fact suspected of being the motive force behind a conspiracy to unseat Roy, who did not last long. Come 1937 he was deposed by the Calixtes, who did understand Danastorisme and used it to the full, effectively becoming houngan and mambo, Mother and Father to the nation. Though they would nominally hold elections, theirs would effectively be a dictatorship, the longest-lived government in Haitian history after Danastor himself, lasting until the mid-Fifties. In Palmera, the Calixtes had a whole network of friends and associates cultivated--like Jack and Lucine Heyland--during the Nonwar years, which translated into political influence and a generous source of support and credit. Among these men and women the basic fiction of their being democratically elected leaders and more importantly of their being a force for the long-term stabilization of Perline became something of an article of faith.

    Heyland’s book was not an action yarn and would be curiously reticent on the details and identity of the Nemoist traitor Morel alerts him to here, whom he eventually tracked and killed over the ensuing few months in Artibonite; the man proved lethal, wily and elusive, and even writing the story years later, Heyland would seem baffled and frustrated by how his target, a non-native, seemed to have so much support from
    malleys in the countryside. What he did not understand--what very few Palmeys ever understood--was that Vodoun’s most important feats of syncretism were not between African faiths and Christianity, but among the African faiths themselves. There were twenty-one different Nanchons or “nations,” of which (to put it a bit over-simplistically) Danastorisme chiefly represented the Radha tradition; it was the Petro Nanchon, fiery and revolutionary and sometimes violent, that had captured the heart of Heyland’s adversary, and the story of the Hunt in Artibonite (which actually became a later subject of films and books by people other than Heyland) was testament to its unrecognised power.

    The Petro Nanchon would grow seemingly quiet to outside eyes during the Calixte regime. But its return to the stage of politics was coming.


    * * *​

    [1] A version of “Out of the Depths, I Cry to Thee, O Lord” by Martin Luther. The most profound differences begin to appear in the second verse: “Tribulation is Thy Will, O Lord / And heart alone avail us / Prayer on prayer could ne’er our guilt remove / Faith at Last Hour would fail us. / We know that none may seek escape from Thee / But own in troth Thy Will shall always be / Union among the Righteous.” And it proceeds in that vein.

    [2] A reference to Statira King-Heyland, Jack’s first wife from whom he was at this point separated and would soon be divorced. “Statie” was already cutting a figure among religious evangelists of this era in Palmera herself; she and Jack never had children.

    [3] Lucine was Armenian, and looked somewhat Mediterranean to most eyes and “Lanney” from a Palmey perspective, save the straightness of her hair.

    [4] “I suppose old Dr. Fuller would tell me this was about my subconscious’ imprintation on my mother . . . “ Dr. Fuller here referenced is Simon Cantrell Fuller, an analogue of Solomon Carter Fuller, the first Black psychiatrist IOTL. Here he’s a Palmey rather than a Liberian and has access to a much larger and more welcoming medical establishment, allowing him to a play a foundational role in the emerging language of psychiatry in Palmera much like Freud did (and his parallel will still do) in the wider world.

    [5] Lucine was a Tribulationist missionary and was accustomed to wear the sect’s robes and turban during the missionary work in which Jack first encountered her.

    [6] “the hollow drones of vaksins a constant” -- the vaksin is a Haitian horn much similar in function to the abeng seen earlier in the Parrish Field Ruction.

    [7] Danastor, the country is for you
    Take whores as you please
    Danastor, better you screw whores
    Than that you screw the country
    Danastor, better you stay on the side of the clitoris
    Than go inside the people

    This is a species of betiz, a kind of ribald genre of Kriyol social satire commonplace in Haitian rara music (especially later in the day after the libations have started flowing; rara also features more traditional Vodoun prayer songs). Take my Kriyol, the accompanying translation and even the notion that betiz like this were being sung this early in the twentieth century all with a big dash of salt. That said, the gleefully profane tone and content is based on real examples of betiz, which is why I couldn’t resist. There is an unusually bitter and overtly political note present here which aside from indicating a possible downside to the increased integration of Vodoun and political involvement, also hints at a harsh mood rising in the country. Hence Jack’s concern.

    [8] “the full-length Haitian historical epics Danastor was so fond of” Danastorisme was very much concerned, by both Palmeran and Danastor’s own design, with establishing an internationally-recognized sense of Haitian history and identity. Both parties had perceived that film was a key tool in making this happen.

    [9] “As Lucine and I stepped into the front hallway” The Parisiana was a converted church and lacked much in the way of a lobby space. The front hallway here is much as you’d find in most churches. The real Cinema Parisiana in Haiti was burned down in arson attack in 1930 IOTL; that it still stands here is a testament to at least some success by Palmey and regime forces in keeping the country stable.

    [10] “Quite an age” Meaning it’s been a long time. Emerging as a common Palmey greeting in this period.

    [11] “ all dem ah feh fi boh-yoh kapa . . .”’They’re all doing the best they can.’ Very Haitian-influenced Chatta.

    [12] “pettey” -- A little bit.

    [13] Gad Pendarvis is an emigrant from British Guiana and the Union’s answer to figures like Cagney and Bogart (who have parallels ITTL). He’s in the first flight of his fame here and though he makes his early name in pseudo-historical swashbucklers, he will later be known for his multi-faceted tough guy roles like Enemy of the Crown. He is an analogue of Percy Verwayen.
     
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    The Dawn of a Tumultuous Decade
  • Previously in the timeline:
    The Spanish Period to Home Rule. A curious twist of fate results in a British resettlement project for Black freedmen going to the depopulated southern reaches of an alternate Florida named Palmera.
    The Lion's Cub, Part One. The Union of Palmera battles tides of unrest washing out from America after the Civil War, culminating in the traumatic rebellion called the Third Border War.
    The Lion's Cub, Continued. The Gilded Age unfolds in Palmera in a mingling of glory and tragedy.
    The Lion's Cub, Conclusion. The Union cautiously begins to carve out a place in the international orders of politics, finance and trade.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 1 ("Unseen Pressures Build"). On the eve of the Great War, new forces of nationalism, religion and activism are growing.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 2 ("We Shall Do What Must Be Done"). The Great War erupts, and the full cost in blood and moral compromise of Palmera's "lion's cub" aspirations becomes plain.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 3 ("Lift Every Voice and Sing"). Football, baseball and beach-side leisure provide windows onto three different episodes of postwar social change.
    "Ayo Perline!" ['Nonwar' & The Sunset of the Haiti Mission], Introduction. A brief summary of events in the totally-not-an-occupation of Haiti.

    Resource Posts:
    Palmera at the End of the Belle Epoque: A Snapshot. A map and a demographic summary of the Union of Palmera in the year 1914.
    Glossary of Palmey English Terms. A glossary of Palmeyisms or otherwise unfamiliar language occurring in the text. Periodically updated as the timeline advances.

    Other Story Posts:
    The Deal. Tequesta County's rural isolation is set to make way for an age of development... but who will benefit?
    Song of Songs. Though times are tough in the wake of the Great Tequesta Hurricane, little has changed in the rarified world of the social elite. Or has it?
    A Dinner in Daltonville. Organised crime and corruption hit the headlines in Palmera in a truly spectacular way.
    Cocktails with a King-Maker. A Palmeran officer en route to his command encounters the all-seeing eye of Special Branch.
    The Parisiana. Jack Heyland's later adventures in "Perline."

    The Dawn of a Tumultuous Decade: 1932 was a year of great significance in Palmera just as it was abroad. As the Union had been focused on its own troubles and, to an extent, those of the "near abroad" -- most especially Haiti -- the world had been hurtling from one precipice to another. It was partly the failure of her long-time political elites to fully understand the challenges of this new world that would finally end Palmera's sixty-five years of Jucker political dominance. Two strands of noireist nationalism, each of which grasped different elements of the political moment, were propelling the Liberty and Justice Party to the forefront of the national political scene.

    The first of these, educated and eloquent, voluminously specific about its policy plans and driven by concern with Jucker corruption and political sclerosis, had chosen a "Tumbley" firebrand named Horace Cayton as its champion. In a way it could be seen as the "wonks' wing" of the LJP, sometimes called the "Talented Tenth" in a phrase that had originated with liberal philanthropists and been popularized by the Chicuchatty Movement[1]. It was determined to defend democratic traditions on the world stage and disgusted by the increasing failure of the Juckers to do so. One of its most stirring -- and famous -- representatives was a professor named W.E.B. DuBois, Berlin-educated intellectual and long-time leader of the Chicuchatty Movement, who helped give voice to public disgust over the growing stench of corruption that was becoming harder and harder to mask on the Jucker establishment and eloquently embraced and championed what the LJP saw as a fresh version of the expansive, muscular cultural and economic vision of great figures of the past like Micajah Dalton.

    The second strand was populist, in many ways imitating the fine old backslapping, deal-making style of a figure like Big Ike Forsyth, but pitched more stridently to a different audience and trading on the same rude spirit of populism that was stirring elsewhere in the world. This was a noireist movement named for a now-dead Jamaican coproral who'd been called Marcus Garvey, carried forward as a martyr to the Black cause by his squad-mate Godwyn Marchioness, who now went by the assumed African name of Manu Mansu. Manu Mansu's Garveyism was every bit as proudly nationalist as Cayton's liberalism, but it was considerably less worried about facts and policies and democratic niceties: it was politics of the gut, happy to ride in the same cart with the populism of Teton "Bats" Wallace nearby in the Marches[2], or even with the brutish Vultists of Italy or the Verkampfers of Germany (both of whom it periodically deplored but behaviourally imitated) [3]. Mansu began dressing in kente cloth and cap in the style of a West African chieftain[4] even as he entertained a motley cast of mobsters and opportunists from abroad who sensed he might well become the next Prime Minister. He harangued crowds in his rich baritone and above all took up the cause of Africa's exiled royals, who he maintained must be returned to their thrones.

    Both of these wings of the LJP were fiery in denunciation of the Montserrado Forced Labour Scandal (also called the Bioko Crisis) of 1930 that was widely seen as spelling the real end of the Jucker dynasty: a scandal in which several companies close to the Bolton Government were found to be availing themselves illegally of forced labour marginally laundered through a Spanish colony off the coast of Africa known in Europe as Fernando Po. Proof positive that the Bolton Government had learned nothing from its embarrassment and near-collapse after the affair in Daltonville several years prior, the Bioko Crisis provided grist for LJP candidates right up until election day of 1932... although some people noticed with suspicion that Manu Mansu, who denounced the whole affair with the same fire as anyone else, was a major stockholder in one of the affected companies[5].

    Outside of such opportunism, though, there were other things that stirred disquiet, and an urgency of action, in the "Cayton Wing" of the LJP. One of these was a fact-finding tour that embarked for Germany in the year of 1932, including several LJP magistrates and old Secret Service hands along with Cayton and DuBois. What they observed as political turmoil seized the country -- the chilling VDP or Vereinigte Deutschlandparty, known in popular parlance as the Verkampfers, taking an unorthodox route to power behind their ranting messianic leader Karl Kreiger -- was a movement that embodied all the most terrible qualities of a figure like old Leopold II, the Butcher of the Congo, allied to a frightful mass movement that was feeding gleefully on the worst in the national soul. This particularly shook DuBois, whose struggles for racial justice had been inspired and shaped by the critical spirit of Berlin academe, but who now found himself having conversations with one of his tour-mates like this one[6]:

    "You see him there, on the stand behind Krieger?" My companion pointed to him. "I've seen his writings. His father was Governor of South-West Africa in 1904."

    "Oh?" The date tugged at the corner of my mind, but there was such a profusion of colonial atrocities to choose from that I couldn't quite place it. "Remind me?"

    "The suppression of the Herero and Nama tribes," he said grimly. "Like the Kitchener Camps in South Africa, only much worse. Extermination orders, mass slaughters -- they gave their victims serial numbers, sent people to their camps in cattle cars. In Britain they try to forget atrocities anywhere close to that, but him up there? He celebrates that stuff in his memoirs, idolizes his father for having done it. He wants to do the same thing to the Jews and Gypsies here. It speaks volumes that he's on that stage with Krieger."

    "But... surely he won't have the chance?" I tried to say this with conviction, but I was looking with disquiet at the scale and fervour of the crowd that was soaking up Krieger's oratory. "They've gone as far as they can go, it seems to me. Krieger will never be Chancellor as he so earnestly demands to be."

    My companion simply shrugged. It was as though he already knew.

    The Vultists in Italy, led by the bombastic Pietro Craxi, were if anything even more alarming. They had been in power since the early Twenties, providing the model for similar Vultist movements across Europe, and aside from the police state that was giving birth to the term "totalitarianism" they were also increasingly loud in their desire to redeem Italy's modern imperial ambitions, in particular by avenging their defeat in Ethiopia. More ominously yet on the home front, the Mutual Respect Societies and their various ideological cousins -- increasingly frustrated in their desire to corner a share of a tourism market that it was beginning to seem might never recover anyway -- were growing increasingly tempted by the thuggish braggadoccio and outsized ambition of their European fellows[7]. Come 1931, police in various cities found themselves cracking down on Sutchey riots at a scale that hadn't been necessary for decades.

    Every part of the political spectrum denounced this violence and resolved to combat it, of course, even the Respecters themselves; and every part of the political spectrum denounced the rest for not walking the talk. But Cayton and his faction went further. They conceived of the Palmera's mission as being, on the whole, one of anti-fascism on the world stage and at home, and advocated military spending to increase the nation's readiness to intervene on behalf of allies like Ethiopia.

    This was a deeply controversial stance. For one thing, the Great Depression was at its nadir and it was not yet clear that Britain's abandonment of the gold standard -- a suit which Palmera had followed -- would accelerate the process of recovery, much less that increased military spending was a good idea. This was as deep a fissure in the LJP coalition as the class antagonism between Garveyite populism and Talented Tenth wonkishness; much of the Garveyite movement was opposed to foreign adventurism, or like Mansu had direct memories of the carnage of the trenches, recalled bitterly the fate of Black POWs on the Western Front and still resented the now-waning fiasco of the Nonwar in Haiti. This stance was in close alignment with Jucker establishment politics, which while not averse to foreign activity in principle was certainly determined (and this was a particular obsession of Bolton, who remembered the faces of Palmera's mothers looking blankly back at him as he got up to deliver his first "victory" speech) not to risk participating in another Great War should the occasion arise. And besides this, there was the question of testing Britain's patience as Ike Forsyth had done in the Haitian affair.

    Such a fissure in the LJP movement gave the Juckers some reason for hope going into the 1932 election. It wasn't the only factor: they were also encouraged that the LJP remained undecided about its leadership until almost the last possible moment. As a younger man, Horace Cayton had led the LJP before... to a pasting in the 1920 elections so severe that he was forced to resign the leadership. Palmey politics didn't come equipped with second chances as a rule, and current LJP leader Henry Annisette was reluctant to step down in favour of either Horace Cayton or Manu Mansu, the latter a "ridiculous" figure in his estimation who might nevertheless beat a weak opponent at a leadership convention. He held the moment off until November of 1931, and Cayton won the prize by an uncomfortably small margin. The Juckers could be forgiven for seeing his trip with DuBois to Germany as a desperate last-minute election stunt, which in a way it was.

    Perhaps more than this, the Juckers simply couldn't conceive of losing power. Bolton's anointed successor, Jim Kelty, was as solid and stalwart a Jucker as had ever lived, and heir to a political dynasty that had survived everything six-and-a-half decades of tumult could throw at it. Recent challenges notwithstanding, the nation had done better out of Jucker rule than anyone could have dreamed in 1867. Now that the world was growing yet more threatening and unstable, who would really want to change horses?

    What the Juckers did not count on was the depth of public feeling roused by the old specters of Sutchey unrest and potential imperialist aggression. Cayton's seemingly controversial stance still tied in to a basic part of the national soul whose durability would surprise his opponent. More than that, the corruption scandals of the Twenties had gone further to tarnishing the Jucker reputation than anyone in the establishment had admitted to themselves. Come election day, the Congress' candidate Jim Kelty was dealt a thumping defeat: the LJP claimed the Commons by a seventeen-seat margin and dominated the Council of Executive Magistrates two seats to one by the time the dust had settled. The political dynasty had come to an end.

    It was the beginning of nearly two decades in the political wilderness for a once all-dominating machine. A humiliated Lemuel Bolton went into a retirement at his Jamaican manor that looked a lot like exile. There was little enough time for anyone to gloat at the historic victory, though: events were moving quickly, and a Second World War was coming. It would come for Palmera before it reached most other nations of the West.

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    [1] The terminology of the "Talented Tenth" was a real phenomenon of OTL, popularised in both timelines by the work of W.E.B. DuBois. It is informal here, certainly not a part of any official messaging.

    [2] Teton "Bats" Wallace is a Huey Long analogue, with similarly unconventional politics, ruthless political acumen and autocratic tendencies.

    [3] The Vultists of course are counterparts of Italian Fascism (here their name comes from the crusader slogan "Deus lo Vult" or God Wills It). The Verkampfers of the German Unity Party are Teutonic Vultists, and there are parallel movements all over the European continent as there were IOTL. The broad outlines of how all this plays out will be roughly similar, although the details will of course differ considerably.

    [4] The name Manu Mansu comes from a West African language. Godwyn Marchioness did not make up his ties to Marcus Garvey, whose half-formed Pan Africanism really did inspire him and which he has developed eloquently in this timeline.

    [5] The Bioko Crisis parallels the Fernando Po Crisis in Liberia of OTL. Marcus Garvey's UNIA did try to get involved with the Liberian rubber trade -- an effort which collapsed before Fernando Po was uncovered -- and here the Garveyite movement has enough influence to stay the course and thus become entangled in the trade affairs of the region this timeline calls Montserrado. Nobody can really make this stick to Manu Mansu, though, who manifests the political skills to keep the affair from tainting his movement.

    [6] The conversation here references a genocide in South West Africa which happened in OTL and was an antecedent for the Holocaust.

    [7] You may recall the Respecters as that circumspect white supremacist faction who tried to stealth-segregate their own portion of the nascent Palmey beach tourism trade. Since it is already clear that their hopes in even this modest aim are not going to come to fruition, their composure is now fraying.
     
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    For the Honor of His Imperial Majesty
  • Previously in the timeline:
    The Spanish Period to Home Rule. A curious twist of fate results in a British resettlement project for Black freedmen going to the depopulated southern reaches of an alternate Florida named Palmera.
    The Lion's Cub, Part One. The Union of Palmera battles tides of unrest washing out from America after the Civil War, culminating in the traumatic rebellion called the Third Border War.
    The Lion's Cub, Continued. The Gilded Age unfolds in Palmera in a mingling of glory and tragedy.
    The Lion's Cub, Conclusion. The Union cautiously begins to carve out a place in the international orders of politics, finance and trade.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 1 ("Unseen Pressures Build"). On the eve of the Great War, new forces of nationalism, religion and activism are growing.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 2 ("We Shall Do What Must Be Done"). The Great War erupts, and the full cost in blood and moral compromise of Palmera's "lion's cub" aspirations becomes plain.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 3 ("Lift Every Voice and Sing"). Football, baseball and beach-side leisure provide windows onto three different episodes of postwar social change.
    "Ayo Perline!" ['Nonwar' & The Sunset of the Haiti Mission], Introduction. A brief summary of events in the totally-not-an-occupation of Haiti.
    The Dawn of a Tumultuous Decade. More than six decades of Jucker dynasty in Palmera come to an end as the ominous stormclouds of Vultism menace the globe.

    Resource Posts:
    Palmera at the End of the Belle Epoque: A Snapshot. A map and a demographic summary of the Union of Palmera in the year 1914.
    Glossary of Palmey English Terms. A glossary of Palmeyisms or otherwise unfamiliar language occurring in the text. Periodically updated as the timeline advances.

    Other Story Posts:
    The Deal. Tequesta County's rural isolation is set to make way for an age of development... but who will benefit?
    Song of Songs. Though times are tough in the wake of the Great Tequesta Hurricane, little has changed in the rarified world of the social elite. Or has it?
    A Dinner in Daltonville. Organised crime and corruption hit the headlines in Palmera in a truly spectacular way.
    Cocktails with a King-Maker. A Palmeran officer en route to his command encounters the all-seeing eye of Special Branch.
    The Parisiana. Jack Heyland's later adventures in "Perline."

    For the Honour of His Imperial Majesty: The election of the Cayton Government in 1932 inaugurated a profound shift in the Union's foreign policy. From the first, Cayton -- to loud and nervous criticism even from his own supporters, at first -- pivoted from the relative quietism of the Bolton years into a firebrand stance in the League of Nations, one which denounced an Italian incursion into Ethiopia's border territory at the oasis of Ual-Ual where the Craxi regime had constructed a fort in clear violation of treaty in 1930[1]. The denunciation, in a speech that came to be called "Tall Againt the Vultist Threat," was to Cayton's way of thinking a definitive means of announcing the end of the Bolton era of corruption and "timidity." Opinion would be divided then and long afterwards about whether Cayton himself was at least partly culpable for what followed.

    Even Yohannes V himself, undergirded by an almost semi-divine reputation but now an ageing monarch with what seemed a doubtful grip on his country, seemed nervous. He was restrained in echoing Cayton's "provocations" at the League and emphasized in neutral tones that Ethiopia -- Abyssinia, as the European powers still knew her -- would maintain her independence of policy and territorial integrity against any and all foreign interference. The Italian dictator Craxi, who was harbouring clear designs on Abysssinia and beating the drums for a true Italian colonial empire, hypocritically praised this restraint and furiously upbraided the "upstart Nero."[2] France and Britain both remonstrated with the Cayton Government to moderate its rhetoric and take the League's lead, in Britain's case threatening possible economic consequences at the very least if the Lion's Cub did not come to heel.

    Ethiopia was not remotely ready for a confrontation. Palmeran aid had modernized her military somewhat, but this process had stagnated first with the mission in Haiti -- which was the nation's clear priority in the post-Great War years -- and then with the Depression. The famous Palmey Viceroy in Ethiopia, Heniri Addisu as he was known even at home, cut a fine figure at state banquets and in the society pages on his visits to his home country's shores but commanded little real influence; and all modernization efforts aside, "Abyssinia" was a feudal country still, full of fractious Rasses who chafed at the continued rule of what they called the Tigrean Dynasty. Outside the Emperor's own guard and the forces of his key supporters, most of its potential soldiers were occasional levies armed with an array of antique rifles and muskets or even spears. Palmera's own militia was winding down the last phases of the Nonwar and many prominent voices even in the cabinet were urging patience about new spending, warning Cayton that the public would not countenance further "foreign adventure," although this muscular stance had been explicitly part of his election platform.

    Cayton, though, held firm. His journals and letters would confirm for later generations that he was firmly convinced, after what he had seen in Germany, that Vultism was coming for the world sooner rather than later and that inaction would only make it worse. News of the establishment of the first Verkampfer concentration camp in 1933[3] -- news whose full import Palmey officialdom clearly understood, for by now the actions of Germany in Namibia were required reading for officials in the Touladi -- swiftly transformed Cayton's rhetoric into action. Later generations would discover that the Gideon Project, as it came to be known, became official policy mere weeks after that fateful milestone. To Cayton, it was all part of the same conflict, and as Ethiopia went, so would go the world.

    1. The Gideon Project & The Ethiopian War: The European powers, fortunately for Cayton, wavered in acting against the Union's "provocations" as they did in most other things, suffering an understandable ambivalence to put it mildly at the prospect of another general war, complicated by the threatening rhetoric of Krieger's regime in Germany, which was acting swiftly to crush all opposition and vigorously rearming. This ambivalence paradoxically gave Palmera herself a freedom of action which she would not otherwise have had, and Cayton and his government took full advantage of it.

    The Gideon Project was a sweepingly-conceived strategy of confrontation, preparation, propaganda, and military modernization and aid, astonishing in its scope and ambition for a small nation that had suffered what Palmera had suffered in the last half-decade. It conceived of broad swathes of foreign and domestic policy as integral parts of the mission to confront Vultism, which it analyzed as an existential threat both at home and abroad in terms that to some participating officials seemed overly apocalyptic... at first. Its components included:

    • Ambitious military spending, and potentially ruinous borrowing, to modernise Palmera's Militia and Naval Service and update her Secret Service. Part of this was a substantial upgrade in aid to Ethiopia, which vaulted to the forefront of foreign policy priorities. A companion to this was the planned construction of a new naval base at Helena which raised specters of failed "Tequesta, County of the Future" boondoggles and whose necessity even many naval officers questioned, and that many in opposition and in the press denounced as an outright regression to the worst corruption of the Bolton years.
    • A deliberate foregrounding of the domestic Vultist and white supremacist threat as a domestic Secret Service priority, mandating not only the infiltration and destruction of nascent Vultist parties and their allies among movements like the "Respecters," but also the active recruitment of Sutcheys to be trained as operatives against Italy and, if necessary, even Germany. Many old Service hands revelled in this mission but civil libertarians and proponents of minority rights professed worry, ameliorated only slightly by...
    • A call for national unity and a much-publicised crackdown on crime, corruption and Nemoism headed by a new Minister of Justice by the name of Ajax Legare, even more fanatical about his cause than Cayton himself. Legare's bull-headed approach to his new mandate raised local law enforcement hackles -- and drew a few rebukes for overzealous prosecution from the General Court of Appeal -- and his admittedly swift success in hammering operations like the infamous Osceola Merry drew criticism for being show without substance, especially since a new administration north of the border had rescinded Prohibition and with it much of the booney-men's business model in the year of Cayton's own election.[4]
    • A propaganda push funded by a revived War Office, one which funded a noticeable rash of patriotic films that had a swift impact on popular culture. Silver screen star Gad Pendarvis, for example, took time out from filming the Depression-era bandit biopic Enemy of the Crown (which exploited popular fascination with the infamous Pleasant Gang of bank robbers) to shoot the stirringly patriotic The Interceptors, a romantic swashbuckler in line with his classic fare centered on Pacific anti-blackbirding freebooters in the service of the Bronze Rajahs of Sarawak in the late nineteenth century[5]. This choice of subject matter was no accident, as it prefigured...
    • The recruitment of so-called Freedom Brigades in 1934, as confrontation between Italy and Ethiopia reached crisis levels and looked set to lead to war. Palmera could not openly declare war on Italy without Britain and France's lead, but she could bitterly upbraid the European powers for selling Ethiopia out and essentially granting Craxi a free hand after fighting broke out at Ual-Ual[6], and she could provide cut-rate supplies and transport to volunteers -- many of them veterans of Perline, others idealistic young men who had yearned for a chance to cut figures in the national destiny like the heroes of the Great War -- who wanted to fight on freedom's behalf. Although many at the time noted the irony that this rhetoric about "freedom" and a "cavalier attitude to Palmey lives" was being deployed in service of a feudal monarchy.

    At the outset it all seemed like, and frankly was, an appalling financial, military and political gamble. But it also spoke powerfully to something in the national zeitgeist, and in the Black zeitgeist generally beyond the Union itself. The results would surprise even Cayton.

    Yes, there were voices of caution and resistance in Palmera, veterans who stayed reticent out of bitter memory of what a general war really meant; there were even those who somewhat naively painted Cayton and his Government as embracing a "tyranny" no different from those of Craxi and Krieger. On the other hand, the rather ambivalent business of the Haiti Mission had generated a great thirst for a return to Palmera's role to what many thought of as her "true" historical place as a champion of freedom abroad. The spectacle of Vultism's forward march had lent much urgency to that impulse and undermined the credibility of isolationists like Manu Mansu, who found himself quietly displaced from the forefront of the Garveyite movement he had built as newer, younger leaders like William Gilman appropriated his haranguing style in favour of the "Abyssinian mission" as a priority for the true noireist. (Mansu tried to pivot to recapture the limelight and reverse the views that had set him in confrontation with Cayton, but within a span of months he found himself suddenly cast in the role of Johnny-come-lately and never did recover his former authority over the movement[7].)

    Cayton's assertive -- or "belligerent," depending on who you asked -- stance abroad struck chords well beyond Palmera's shores. Not a few Black Americans were inspired by his bold rhetoric and actions and there was a noticeable uptick in whyrah from the States which brought with it famous figures like Langston Hughes and Frank Marshall Davis, figures of Harlem Renaissance letters who would go on to immortalise the volunteers of the Ethiopian War in their writings[8]. From across the Caribbean, too, many volunteers came, Black volunteers most of all, inspired by the prospect of being at the forefront of an heroic cause that wouldn't try to consign them to menial duties in the mess hall. The Jamaican religion of Yohannism, now fully flowered from its Shaker roots at the settlement of Revelation, shot into popular consciousness with its veneration of His Majesty the Emperor and alongside the strains of laconic mento music, cousin to the mandey music that had had its own rise previously. It would become part of the national soundtrack in the latter half of the Thirties, though the Yohannists' "idolatrous" creed would lead to actual Ethiopians regarding them with considerable bemusement[9].

    The Gideon Project thus became a seminal moment not just in Palmey consciousness, but in global Black consciousness, assuming semi-sacred (or in some cases outright sacred) importance. Its result was that as war broke out in 1935, though Ethiopia seemingly stood alone, in fact almost twenty thousand volunteers from across Palmera, the States, the Caribbean and elsewhere took the field -- under the command of Yohannes V's heir-designate Ras Seyoum Mengesha -- against the initial Italian invasion[10].

    It was not, unfortunately, enough to actually stop Ethiopia from falling. Italy's military buildup had been a decade in the making by that point, and the army that took the field against Craxi's force of nearly half a million was still motley and disorganised by comparison[11]. Addis Ababa fell and Yohannes V and his family fled into exile, becoming the latest of the growing trove of discarded African royals at Eleutheria.

    It was, however, the beginning of a resistance movement that would render Ethiopia largely ungovernable by the Vultist conquerors, under the command of Seyoum Mengesha who remained behind to become a near-mythic figure far out of proportion, some veterans would later recall, with his actual competence. The Abysssinian Resistance continued through the outbreak of war years later in Europe and continued to draw idealistic volunteers in their thousands[12]. It would command a place in Palmeran history and consciousness that could be fairly compared to a holy war, and turn the act of making whyrah into something near to a crusader's calling. A few of the Palmey volunteers even found themselves inducted into the "feudal" order as Rasses in their own right, heirs to old Heniri Addisu who blessed their struggle from his deathbed in Eleutheria -- where he had joined his beloved Emperor in exile -- in 1936. Many once-rootless young men found meaning, and more importantly training and tempering as military leaders themselves, in the struggle[13].

    In Ethiopia both at the time and afterwards, there was some ambivalence over all this, even a feeling in some quarters that the "foreign freebooters" were nearly as much of a scourge as the Italians were. But in the Union, even at the time, it acquired a burnish of unalloyed heroism with such rapidity that Cayton virtually romped to re-election in 1938, his platform simply being "Carry On the Struggle." And the cultural and economic impacts on the home front were profound.


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    [1] Parallel to the unfolding of the IRL Wal Wal Incident.

    [2] "Upstart Nero" -- despite his thuggish tendencies, Craxi could be surprisingly deft and subtle with rhetoric. This is a characteristic example, double-referencing race and the Roman Emperor of this name.

    [3] The Verkampfers here parallel the rapid Nazi establishment of a concentration camp system IOTL. In this timeline the Verkampfers deliberately model their system on the "enemy alien" internment camps of Britain and Canada during the Great War--although their purpose is far broader and of course their springing up outside of wartime is telling in itself--and due to the Vultist fondness for modelling themselves on Crusade-era chivalry the camps remain run by a diverse assortment of "Ritterorden," paramilitaries much like the SA. They would eventually be loosely centralized under the control of the OSK (Order of the Black Cross, roughly similar to the SS).

    [4] "Laurence D. Fulker" has become President in the United States. He's analogous in a limited way to Franklin Delano Roosevelt, though he will not develop a similar personal electoral dynasty, dying near the start of his second term and instead marking the beginning of a succession of liberal Democratic Presidents who would hold power until the early Fifties. Many of the basic policy outcomes of this are similar to FDR's tenure but there are important differences: the period inspires no tradition of Presidential term limits, and provides no single figure to act as a lightning rod for conservative discontent as FDR and his legacy did.

    [5] Blackbirding was the press-ganging of indigenous labour in slavery-like conditions in the Pacific, practiced by Australia and New Zealand and at its height from the early 1840s to the first decade of the Twentieth Century. Palmey freebooters had a limited presence in the Pacific but played some role in exposing and combating this trade, a role "The Interceptors" exaggerates. One family of freebooters, the Herricks, wound up by the vagaries of mercenary work for various local kingdoms founding their own small kingdom on a land grant from the Sultans of Brunei in northern Indonesia. This family became the Bronze Rajahs of Sarawak, parallels to the real-life Brooke family who became the White Rajahs of Sarawak. A Palmeran pseudo-dependency, Sarawak had a little fame as an outport of the anti-blackbirding movement but gained a considerably higher pop-culture profile at this time as a symbol of the Palmey spirit of intrepid global adventure.

    [6] Another parallel to the unfolding of the real-life Abyssinia Crisis. The presence of the Freedom Brigades is of relatively minor military significance in the early stages but of major later cultural significance, as we will see shortly.

    [7] To this point Manu Mansu had been heading a faction within the LJP rather than the kind of separate populist organization that IOTL Marcus Garvey had headed. There was nothing formally for him to be displaced from, but as Garveyism did acquire its own formal corporate infrastructure during these years as the United Congress of African Peoples, Mansu was largely left behind as the Presidency of UCAP went to his former secretary Philander Copes.

    [8] The world is thus deprived of the magisterial works about American life and identity that Langston Hughes produced IRL, but is compensated with his paeans to Palmeran courage and insights into the complex feelings of a Black man fighting a pseudo-colonial war in Black Africa. Frank Marshall Davis is both a poet and a major music journalist and sports reporter who will develop a fascination with cricket and soccer; he's as famously socialist in this timeline as he was in ours and goes on to exert a degree of political influence in Palmera that was never possible for him IOTL America (I suppose unless one believes the right-wing conspiracy theory that he was Barack Obama's real dad, which I've just discovered was a thing).

    [9] Many Yohannists who volunteered in Ethiopia would later convert to the country's Orthodox Tewahedo Christianity and found churches of their own back home in Palmera. Others clung stubbornly to their original faith.

    [10] Foreign nationals were present in the Ethiopian army IOTL too, but in the dozens, not the thousands.

    [11] The fall of Ethiopia is particularly instructive to the Palmeys about the growing importance of air power, which proves the really decisive advantage for Craxi's forces. From this point on the Union will work assiduously, in partnership with Britain and Canada, to develop and deploy air units. The formal establishment of the National Militia Air Service comes less than two years later.

    [12] Eventually they would be supported by the full might of a true Expeditionary Force, but volunteers auxiliaries retained an important role throughout the war.

    [13] Particularly famous among these would be Rakoto Nafy, Afonso Nzinga and Thaddeus Gandel, all formerly of the Hocus Pocus Club that we encountered in Song of Songs and eager to prove their worth as practical men.
     
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    TABLE OF CONTENTS
  • TABLE OF CONTENTS
    (Updates Ongoing)

    I have now reached the point where putting this at the top of each post is getting ridiculously long. Or rather, I've been at that point for a while. Instead, I'm going to start placing a link to this Table of Contents at the top of further posts and just update the links here, so it's possible to find everything in one place.

    Previously in the timeline:
    The Spanish Period to Home Rule. A curious twist of fate results in a British resettlement project for Black freedmen going to the depopulated southern reaches of an alternate Florida named Palmera.
    The Lion's Cub, Part One. The Union of Palmera battles tides of unrest washing out from America after the Civil War, culminating in the traumatic rebellion called the Third Border War.
    The Lion's Cub, Continued. The Gilded Age unfolds in Palmera in a mingling of glory and tragedy.
    The Lion's Cub, Conclusion. The Union cautiously begins to carve out a place in the international orders of politics, finance and trade.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 1 ("Unseen Pressures Build"). On the eve of the Great War, new forces of nationalism, religion and activism are growing.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 2 ("We Shall Do What Must Be Done"). The Great War erupts, and the full cost in blood and moral compromise of Palmera's "lion's cub" aspirations becomes plain.
    The Hinge of History, Pt. 3 ("Lift Every Voice and Sing"). Football, baseball and beach-side leisure provide windows onto three different episodes of postwar social change.
    "Ayo Perline!" ['Nonwar' & The Sunset of the Haiti Mission], Introduction. A brief summary of events in the totally-not-an-occupation of Haiti.
    The Dawn of a Tumultuous Decade. More than six decades of Jucker dynasty in Palmera come to an end as the ominous stormclouds of Vultism menace the globe.
    For The Honour of His Imperial Majesty, Pt. 1. A new political order in Palmera takes an aggressive stance against the rise of Vultism.
    For The Honour of His Imperial Majesty, Pt. 2. The ongoing conflict manifests in the arenas of sport and culture.
    Of Course You Know, This Means War. A summary account of the Second World War and Palmera's role.
    A Sense of Mission, Pt. 1 ("Close to Home"). A newly-prominent Palmera begins to work out what its mission of liberation means at home and in the Caribbean and American near-abroad.
    A Sense of Mission, Pt. 2 ("A Bridge Among Nations"). Palmera begins to stake out a niche in the coming post-colonial world order in Africa, and begins a long confrontation with apartheid South Africa.
    A Sense of Mission, Pt. 3 ("A Tale of Two Zions"). Palmera's early relationship with the newly-founded State of Israel.
    "Keh so ah kayah, Ki?" A look at Palmey culture in 1957 through the medium of television.
    For the Opening and Morning Program Footnotes click here.
    For the Afternoon Program Footnotes click here.
    For the Evening Program Footnotes click here.
    Winds of Change: The Outlook in 1968. The Sixties bring new forms of social and political change, and new questions in need of answers.

    Resource Posts:
    Palmera at the End of the Belle Epoque: A Snapshot. A map and a demographic summary of the Union of Palmera in the year 1914.
    Glossary of Palmey English Terms. A glossary of Palmeyisms or otherwise unfamiliar language occurring in the text. Periodically updated as the timeline advances.
    Post-War Palmera: A Snapshot. Palmera has more than doubled its population since 1914, and gone through other dramatic changes.

    Other Story Posts:
    The Deal. Tequesta County's rural isolation is set to make way for an age of development... but who will benefit?
    Song of Songs. Though times are tough in the wake of the Great Tequesta Hurricane, little has changed in the rarified world of the social elite. Or has it?
    A Dinner in Daltonville. Organised crime and corruption hit the headlines in Palmera in a truly spectacular way.
    Cocktails with a King-Maker. A Palmeran officer en route to his command encounters the all-seeing eye of Special Branch.
    The Parisiana. Jack Heyland's later adventures in "Perline."
     
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    Post-War Palmera: A Snapshot
  • Back on my proverbial bullsh-- after a long hiatus. I had to decide what exactly I was doing with the fiction that will result from this timeline before I continued it. See the Table of Contents here.

    Here's a demographic snapshot of the Union as it looks in 1946, just after the Second World War.

    Country Name: Union of Palmera
    Flag: Union Liberation Flag [1]
    Motto: Constantia fideles defendit (“Truth Protects the Faithful”)
    Anthem: “The Song of Freedom”
    Royal Anthem: “God Save the King”
    Official Languages: English
    Recognized National Languages: English, Seminole

    Capital: Eleutheria (legislative & administrative), Daltonville (judicial)
    Government: Federal parliamentary constitutional monarchy
    Monarch – King George VI [2]
    Governor General – Lucas Norward III
    Prime Minister – Horace Cayton [3], Deputy P.M. Morgan Hobbs [4]
    Chief Justice – Gideon Swain [5]​
    Legislature: Parliament
    House of Commons – Lower House
    Senate – Upper House​
    Establishment: from United Kingdom
    Southern Palmera Settlement Act – 1787
    Act of Union – 1836
    Home Rule Act (a.k.a. Dominion Act) – 1867 [6]

    [1] The Union Liberation Flag was formerly known as the "Garveyite flag" first glimpsed in The Hinge of History, pt. 3. It was adopted in a unanimous Act of Parliament as the national flag of Palmera shortly after the close of war, by way of commemorating the Union's extraordinary part in the victory over Vultism and the nation's new independence from British policy.

    [2] The prior demographic snapshot misidentified George V as George VI. That error has been corrected; George VI ascended the British Throne on roughly the same timeline as OTL's version.

    [3] Horace Cayton is helming his third successive government, commanding overwhelming majorities in the Commons (53 - 12 for the LJP) and on the Council of Executive Magistrates (11 - 2 for the LJP). Now a heroic figure of the war years whose long-term legend is already taking shape, the extent of his dominance of Palmeran politics is nonetheless starting to cause some disquiet. It will soon motivate a breakaway faction of the United Freedom Congress to shape itself into the United Freedom and Labour Congress, creating a party that can run to the LJP's left in the hopes of breaking more than a decade of ever-more lopsided LJP dominance.

    [4] Morgan Hobbs is Cayton's long-time right-hand man. The two men were famously never friends, being of radically different temperaments -- Hobbs was known as the coolly efficient bureaucrat beside Cayton's fiery rhetoric and passion -- but their complementary political skills made them natural partners. Hobbs will take the reins of government when Cayton falls ill and dies in 1947, and will be responsible for several consequential initiatives that show a surprising degree of loyalty to his predecessor's legacy and goals.

    [5] The Swain Court dates back to 1932. It issued landmark decisions shaping corporate liability, upholding the first criminal penalties for impaired operation of a motor vehicle, disallowing racial or religious discrimination by private enterprise (very much bucking the more general trend of the times), and checking government excesses in the domestic campaign against Vultism (including attempts to summarily deport suspected Vultist spies or try them by military tribunal).

    [6] By this time it was becoming a widespread opinion that Palmera needed a more up-to-date national constitution. The national conversation about this new constitution began to fully take shape shortly after the war and would come to fruition in the early Fifties.
    Land Area: 167,702 sq. km.
    Population: 4.26 million [7]
    Currency: Union dollar ($) (UPD)
    GDP per capita: $10,432 UPD ($9,910 USD) [8]

    [7] Black Americans making whyrah have contributed heavily to the swift expansion of the population since our last snapshot. This populace is more urbanized than ever before, with the rural share of the country's population declining below the 50 percent mark (to 47%) for the first time in this year.

    [8] The Union is in difficult economic straits at this point. For some years now it has been running a debt-to-GDP ratio of around 110%, and has come under pressure from the United States to revalue its national currency in the spirit of "friendly and equitable trade" to help its now-primary ally recover from the post-war recession. The unpopular decision to go along with this measure, called the Garner Agreement after President Garner north of the border -- which weakens Palmera's exports at a crucial time -- will play a major part in shaping the electoral future. (In truth, Cayton was given relatively little choice; failure to play along could have produced outright trade war with the Americans that would have decimated the economy.)​

    Racial / Ethnic Groups:
    White – 19%
    Creole – 18%
    Black [9] – 48%
    Asian – 10%
    Latino – 4%
    Seminole – 1%
    Other – 1%

    [9] Black voters now form a dominant part of the electorate. The quest to capture the biggest share of this complicated voting bloc is going to shape Palmeran politics in the latter half of the Twentieth century.

    A new version of a "conservative" consensus is starting to form, built around anti-Communism, anti-Vultism, support of Black independence in the context of capitalism and the Western alliance -- in which the States rather than Britain is now the Union's senior partner -- the continuation and extension of Palmera's civic religion and overall valorization of the economic, political and social norms of the Project Gideon era. A new "left" consensus is forming, too, built around frank socialism (and occasional sympathy for the Communist Bloc), labour rights, race, class and gender equity and a more radical take on the nation's anti-colonial mission that condemns capitalism, the legacy of imperialism and Palmera's international role as a kind of buffer for later versions of that order. The Black electorate taking shape is split between these ideologies.​

    Religion:
    Baptist – 51%
    Methodist – 22%
    Pentecostal – 6%
    Tribulationist[10] – 5%
    Catholic – 5%
    Jewish[11] – 3.5%
    Hindu – 3%
    Anglican – 2%
    Adventist - 1.5%
    Spiritualist[12] - 1%
    Other – 1%

    [10] Averaging a four percent growth rate over the past four decades, the rise of the Noetic Israelite Church of the Tribulation now outpaces the extraordinary feats of Pentecostalism as a phenomenon of religion growth. The Tribulationists have expanded from a curiosity into a solidly mainstream, uniquely Palmeran religion which is beginning to take on a global profile and to send missionaries across the Western Hemisphere and Africa. Tribulationist temples are growing in strength in America and playing a decisive role in the shaping of Black nationalism there, sparring aggressively with the rising Nation of Islam. They are also encountering Mormonism, a faith that provides both a shock of recognition and a bitter rivalry, given the closely parallel and competing claims of both gospels.

    [11] The major influx of Jewish migrants and refugees prior to and during the Second World War has created a vital and influential community which is presently at its numeric peak. It has occasioned no small amount of religious tension, especially with a rising Tribulationist movement that proclaims its members specifically and the Union of Palmera generally as being the True Israel and harbours both implicitly and explicitly anti-Semitic views. That said, much more of the Palmeran public is welcoming, or at least tolerant, of this community than is hostile to it, and although close to fifty thousand Jews will make aliyah to the new State of Israel from Palmera beginning in 1948, the Judeo-Palmeran community will remain populous and highly visible thereafter.

    [12] "Spiritualism," the catch-all term for African Traditional Religions and other kinds of occultism, magic and "hoodooism," is more frowned-upon than ever and less likely to self-report than ever. The true extent of its practice remains obscure.​

    Languages Spoken:
    English – 80.4%
    Patois / Chatta – 10.9%
    Spanish – 4.8%
    Kriyol – 2.7%
    Asian Languages – 2.1%
    Yiddish – 2%
    Other (French, German, Italian, Seminole, Other European) – 1.8%
     
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    A Sense of Mission, Pt. 1: Close to Home
  • Palmera has emerged from the war years as a global symbol of Black identity and with a very real sense of mission to guard democracy, freedom and in particular the causes of independence and Justice for Black peoples (and other colonized peoples more generally) worldwide. It sounds like rousing stuff on paper, the sort of thing that almost everyone can agree on, but putting it all into practice involves a lot of complications, difficult decisions and trade-offs that will play out in very different ways depending on one's worldview. A Sense of Mission explores three different emerging perspectives on the nation's destiny as reflected in the major currents of history, and interpreted through culture, in the year 1948. See here for the general Table of Contents.

    A Sense of Mission, Part One (Close to Home): The death of Horace Cayton in 1947 shocked the nation and the world: Palmera's Prime Minister had seemed hale and hearty right up until the day a hidden aneurysm felled him in the space of less than a few hours. It was the first funeral of a Palmey Prime Minister since the death of Micajah Dalton that would be attended by heads of state and government from around the world (admittedly there was no telling whether Ike Forsyth could've competed, as "Big Ike" had kept the common touch right to the end and decreed a small family service in his will when his number came up in the mid-Thirties). Even for those who'd hated or resented him in life, there was no denying that Cayton was a part of the pantheon of figures from the war years who would leave an indelible legacy.

    The exact nature of that legacy was still up in the air a year later. Even those who had known Cayton well knew very little about his deputy, Morgan Hobbs, who had worked quietly behind the scenes over the years, without fanfare, very much in the style of an old-school back-room Palmey politician. What could allies expect from him? Cayton had taken an equally strong line against Narodin's regime in the Soviet Union as he had ever done against Vultism: would Hobbs do the same? Would Palmera revert to her old relative pre-war quietism (as many foreign parties secretly or not-so-secretly hoped)? There was particular concern among European powers that, at a delicate juncture in history, a fresh firebrand in Palmera -- now gifted with a global platform unlike any their predecessors had possessed -- would not inflame seekers of independence in Africa or stir things up too much in the Caribbean. In Washington, where Charles Garner had won his second Presidential term, there was a stern expectation that Palmera would be an active and loyal Cold War partner... with all the restrictive assumptions this entailed about how much, and within which parameters, the nation would be expected to criticize Western racism.

    Hobbs, as it turned out, would hew to a course both carefully prudent in style and scope and yet loyal to his predecessor's ideals in ways that surprised (often unpleasantly) those who'd heard of him mainly as a colourless bureaucrat lacking Cayton's strong passions. ("In some ways," he would say laconically in his later autobiography: "I frankly surprised myself. I suppose some of Horace's old enthusiasms rubbed off on me, after all.") On the one hand, Hobbs was not given to open confrontation, bravura speeches and dramatic, sweeping programmes like Project Gideon, as arguably befit someone who was tasked with setting the Union's financial house in order after the war. He was a deal-maker and broker to the core, which made some of his positions and choices go down a little more smoothly. On the other hand, he pushed ahead with many provocative ideas that begun life as on-paper flights of fancy curing Cayton's tenure, quietly setting in motion institutions and commitments that would profoundly shape Palmera's interaction with the post-war world. And in so doing, he pushed old political rivals at home in surprising directions.

    1. The International Committee for Human Rights: Horace Cayton had been mindful of the place he was staking out for Palmera in global Black consciousness when he launched his (bold? legendary? infamous? reckless? pick an adjective based on the observer) confrontation with Vultism early in his tenure. Even he, however, had been surprised at the depth of passion it had evoked. He had famously fielded slews of personal letters from men and women who'd made whyrah or enlisted in the struggle for Ethiopia or taken up arms against the broader Vultist threat, citing him as a personal inspiration, and had reputedly answered ever one of them with a personal letter of his own. He felt the weight and responsibility of those expectations keenly and as the war drew to a close, had begun planning ways to live up to it. One of these had been a concept, originally called the International Committee for the Rights of Coloured People or the International Pan-African Rights Committee in various phases, that had never made it off the drawing board while he was alive.

    Palmera had a long history of contact and cooperation with various equal rights and independence groups across the world. The country had its own National Baptist Convention, parallel with the organization of the same name in the United States[1], that played a prominent role in charitable and civil rights organizing and missionary work throughout the Caribbean and Africa and donated heavily to efforts by sister churches in America. The American NAACP had inspired a sister organization in Palmera, called the World Association for the Advancement of Coloured People, which fought the causes of working-class Black people in Palmera and throughout the Caribbean, and which had contributed some funding and support to the NAACP's gradualist efforts to abolish lynching and segregated education in America[2]. There were, of course, the various organizations that over the years had supported the cause of whyrah to Palmera. There were a vast array of organizations and charities that championed the causes of the Haitian peasantry, had opposed the "occupation" during the Nonwar, and provided forums for visiting African intellectuals seeking practical routes to independence (as opposed to the Garveyite UPAC's Quixotic mission, long-dreamed-of by Manu Mansu, to restore exiled African royals to their thrones[3]). The Imperial Friendship Organization promoted cooperation with and coordinated donations to Abyssinia, now officially known as Ethiopia under the reign of Yohannes VI[4].

    The Committee was Cayton's idea for providing a general forum for all these groups, for globalizing their efforts and ensuring they could educate each other about the various struggles they faced. It was a kind of "university of liberation." Hobbs' version of this idea took the big-umbrella concept a step further and generalized it into an International Committee for Human Rights that was meant to champion oppressed peoples wherever they might be, in any country and on any continent, although its role in Black liberation remained at the core of its mission. The announcement of this Committee, and government support for it, came as something of a shock and occasioned controversy in Palmera.

    One of the big reasons for this controversy was that, as part of the Committee's mission, Hobbs had judged that his country was mature enough now to grapple with one of the darker parts of its legacy: Sutchey oppression. Most Palmeys at this point were still habituated to seeing the Sutcheys as glorified enemy aliens who should be thankful for the merest sufferance, and whose various protestations about oppression were sheer chicanery. But Hobbs, in the course of his work, had come in contact with a different kind of "Sutchey" leader: an extremely rare species of White man who had made whyrah to Palmera, from Nebraska, for the simple reason that he had been threatened with imprisonment for being a conscientious objector to participating in the Second World War. Palmera had been willing to honour his objection -- rather in contradiction to the nation's general enthusiasm for the war, but this particular case had tickled authorities with the opportunity to embarrass their opposite numbers north of the border -- and had provided him a home. Whereupon, having seen the plight of marginalized Sutcheys in Palmera's poorest urban districts, he had taken up their cause, but had done so through the use of peaceful vigils, aggressively refusing the imprimatur of the Southern Baptist Convention, and renouncing traditional defiant nostalgia for the "True Revolution" or the Confederacy in favour of simply demanding humane treatment of a group by their fellow-men. His name was Curtis Johnson[5].

    Johnson's cause caught fire in the Sutchey areas of Daltonville and elsewhere. Enfolding it in the mission of the ICHR was a canny move by Hobbs: Palmera had never before taken measures to recognize the Sutchey plight as its own home-grown form of oppression, and this measure robbed adversaries north of the border of a venerable talking-point. While it occasioned outrage from many quarters -- not a few people claimed the "token Sutcheyism" was pandering and misrepresentation of a genuine domestic threat -- it also gave Garner's administration pause about accepting Marcher claims that the ICHR was a subversive, anti-white organization designed to undermine American society.

    Meanwhile, Johnson's "recognition movement," as it came to be called, provided arguably the first truly systematic framework for healthy engagement between the Sutchey minority and mainstream society, and would influence broader working-class social movements of later decades, which brought to the forefront issues of lingering colourism, classism and the need for criminal justice and education reform[6]. In the years to come, the ICHR overall would become a clearing-house for ideas and initiatives that would challenge the status quo beyond and within Palmera. Political, personal and business alliances were formed in the Committee's halls and programmes of action and development were conceived there that would influence the direction of politics far beyond its confines.

    2. The Alliance of Caribbean States: The movement for independence among Britain's remaining possessions in the Caribbean accelerated after the War (precipitated in no small part by events like Jamaica's labour uprisings in 1938[7]), and Cayton had seen Palmera as a natural primus inter pares for these emerging states. He had even briefly entertained proposing to the British crown that the remaining states be annexed to the Union -- as with the current Overseas Territories -- but was persuaded that this would be a political bridge too far for most of the states involved (Jamaica especially, which viewed itself as culturally and historically Palmera's rightful senior[8]).

    The adapted version of this idea was an Alliance of Caribbean States: a loose association of independent countries -- in the early going the plan was a bilateral agreement between the Union of Palmera and a West Indies Federation comprised of Jamaica, Barbados, Trinidad and Tobago and British Guiana -- that would coordinate law enforcement, disaster response, intelligence efforts and development plans and that would operate its own common market, commercial courts and monetary fund to help stave off financial crises. In practical terms, these were all areas in which Palmera would have to lead, and when Hobbs brought the idea forward in 1948, there was considerable concern among the would-be constituents of the Federation that the whole arrangement would amount to making them subjects of Palmera rather than equals.

    However, the idea did offer compelling advantages. Morgan Hobbs had originally been an economist by trade, and he emphasized the common market and monetary fund components of this plan as being particularly important. He had been watching new international institutions taking shape under American leadership -- in particular the United Nations, the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund -- and it was his opinion that the latter institutions, in particular, would over time be motivated and inclined to undermine the economic independence of developing states. (This, to greatly simplify his argument, would not necessarily be malice so much as inertia, a tendency to fall into colonial mindsets that prescribed "austerity" as the solution to all ills [9].)

    Palmera would have to be the financial cornerstone of any local alternative. While the Union couldn't remotely compete at a global scale with the capital wielded by larger countries, she could compete locally with the meaningful investment those countries would actually be willing to make in the Caribbean, and provide far more favourable terms in the process: terms which Hobbs argued were likelier to be honoured because it was in Palmera's national interest to have a stable and developed local market, an interest which was structurally different from that of the States or other foreign powers who could afford to neglect the Caribbean so long as it provided raw resources. Hobbs based most of his pitch on the proposed "Alliance Monetary Fund" which would forward the region's development, building outward from this as the basis for further ideas like disaster relief and large-scale economic development.

    It was this emphasis on structural interests rather than sentiments of Caribbean brotherhood that ultimately broke down reluctance and carried the Alliance concept forward. The idea that began its germination here was suggested on paper in something surprisingly close to what would become its final form, and so much of the detail of this proposal would be owed to Hobbs that the whole idea would come to be known as the Hobbs Plan. It finally came to fruition in the late Fifties (when Hobbs was long out of power), with the First Treaty of Alliance being ratified swiftly in the wake of the independence of the remaining West Indies nations. (The West Indies Federation would not last[10], but even after its failure, multiple Treaties of Alliance would uphold and extend the structures of the ACS.)

    3. Channa from Heaven (The Televised Rise of the United Freedom and Labour Congress): The LJP's near-monopoly on political power had depended during the war years on staking out a place in the global struggle against Vultism. After the war, it depended on progressive reform on the home front, a fact that Cayton had recognized. Even as Hobbs was drastically scaling back the Union's military expenditures and trying to balance the books, he was clearly mindful of this and avoided becoming a fanatic about curtailing all spending. Indeed, he undertook a significant new initiative originally conceived by Cayton: the roll-out of the Union Health Service, a universal health care service whose advent was parallel to the National Health Service in Britain[11]. First announced in 1947 as a tribute to Cayton's memory, it began to go into effect in 1948.

    This development clearly wrong-footed the United Freedom Congress, which had been hoping to end its time in the political wilderness by capitalizing on the inevitable dulling of the Cayton-era LJP's shine which -- theory had it -- would have to come from coping with normal governance. The UFC's hope had originally been to run to the right of the LJP as the Party of Practicality, possessed of superior experience in dealing with the workaday challenges of peacetime. The overwhelming popularity of the UHS, however, seemed to dash this hope... and led to a truly unexpected development.

    A large portion of the United Freedom Congress, exasperated with what one member called "the futile nostalgia of the old guard," made the momentous decision in 1947 to break with the party and form its own organization. At this stage, Union electoral laws had no rule against establishing a new party with a name closely similar to a current one -- a rule that would have to be changed after this time but that could not be retroactively applied[12] -- so, the breakaway party named itself the United Freedom and Labour Congress. Their mandate was to recapture the fighting spirit, the spirit of invention and liberation, that had animated the original Juckers in the days leading up to Home Rule. With the LJP effectively constituting the establishment, they would claim the place of a more radical and visionary alternative.

    The new party's leader was named Revels Warwick: an astonishing "get" as the charismatic son of none other than Horace Cayton's first marriage, a decorated veteran and an intellectually-sharp, unabashed democratic socialist, he had originally joined the UFC as a gesture of defiance against his father (with whom he had what could politely be called a complicated relationship). The prospect of recreating that party as a progressive populist movement was irresistible to him, and he was an instant celebrity as the drama of the new party's rise was set in motion.

    The nascent UFLC was not imagining the thirst for a politics even further to the LJP's left: it registered more than twenty thousand electors in the first month after its announcement. Its true coming-out party, however, was its nomination of its first candidate to stand for election: in this case a by-election for a vacated UFC seat in the Commons in 1948. That candidate was Warwick himself, and the medium he chose to introduce himself to the broader public was television.

    It was a risky choice. Television, long-established in America, was still in its experimental phase in most other nations, Palmera included. The wide availability of commercial televisions for home use would not take place in the Union until the mid-Fifties and would only become commonplace in the Sixties. Early-model televisions were, however, a fixture of Palmey public houses, social clubs and beer halls going back to the late Thirties, where the Union Broadcasting Service used them to broadcast a mixture of football matches (and other sport), war propaganda, religious programming and serious-minded political discussion shows[13]. The audience for television was a niche... but a surprisingly large one even in the late Forties, and was fanatically politically engaged. Warwick was gambling that they would be an ideal vector for his party's message.

    The Annunciation, as the party grandly called this exercise in political theatre, was staged as a strange mixture of political rally and gala premiere. The event started off by monitoring the arrivals of a cast of celebrity figures of radio, stage, screen and political activism alike: film actors and actresses like Gad Pendarvis and Quasheba DeMotte[14], musicians like Tej and Anastasia Telemaco, the Coleman Family and Prince Liberty[15], and famous feminist and union activist Nuwani Brissington[16]. Brissington would be the evening's first speaker, with a mystery guest slated to follow her.

    That speaker turned out to be a living legend, a face out of history: none other than Manu Mansu, or Godwyn Marchioness.

    By now an advanced octogenarian nearing the end of his life, Godwyn Marchioness (for so he had chosen to be announced) had spent decades in self-imposed exile in Jamaica after being sidelined from the mainstream of the Garveyite movement he had founded. There, he had continued to write copious essays and even produced his own radio show for a time, often unstintingly critical of the "usurpers" of the movement. He was still a famous figure in Palmera, highly-regarded as a founder of noireism, known as the inventor of the new national flag and his firebrand speeches still rebroadcast for an eager audience that went beyond committed Garveyites.

    In old age, he remained dramatic and arresting in appearance: his eyes still vital and searching in his seamed and gaunt face, his figure stooped by years but still proud, his cane-supported gait managing to look dignified and regal as he ascended, leaning on Nuwani Brissington's arm, to the podium amidst a rapt silence. It was an iconic moment by any measure. He regarded the crowd -- mostly young Black voters, not a few of them awestruck as if they were seeing an apparition -- for a very long moment before he spoke. His voice was roughened by years, but resonant and riveting. He hadn't lost the old magic. And his first words were: "You... all of you... give this old man hope. I believe the time is ripe for true change."

    Notwithstanding his fulminations in exile, time had clearly mellowed him. The more Quixotic pronouncements of his heyday were nowhere to be found: it was later learned that he had come to a pre-arrangement with Warwick and committed to promoting the party's existing platform and giving it the imprimatur of his fame. He took the audience on a tour through his vision of the future: a future in which Palmeys were unabashed masters of their own destiny and not "second-hand White men" selling neo-colonial counterfeits of freedom as Black liberation. A future in which every man, woman and child in the nation was guaranteed an income, and in which every territory of the nation was represented in Parliament with an equal vote. A future in which there was no such thing as a "Gitchey" or a "Sutchey," for there would be no division between a poor Black man or Teague and a rich Hacktey, Bassey or Lanney. A future in which the Union was a true beacon of hope for all mankind.

    For all his distinguished prior career, this moment -- his final moment in the political sun -- was perhaps his most consequential. His ringing endorsement of Revels Warwick -- "Here stands that future!" -- was credited with truly launching the UFLC on the stage of national politics. Warwick took the stage after him and gave a memorable speech of his own, one that counterpointed Marchioness' magisterial style with his own down-to-Earth and self-deprecating humour -- it contained the famous, sardonic line "My one-time friends and colleagues from the Old Congress accuse me of promising Channa from Heaven"[17] -- but by that time the victory was already won.

    Revels Warwick romped to victory in the by-election, seating the first new political party in the Commons in decades. It was a sign of things to come.

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    [1] There are actually multiple National Baptist Conventions in America here, just as IOTL. Palmera's National Baptist Convention is just the largest of the Baptist denominational organizations in the Union and predates its African-American counterparts, having been founded in 1838 as the Palmeran Association of Baptist Churches in the wake of the Third Border War and the Act of Union. It was multi-racial but reflected a growing consciousness of pursuing Baptist theological priorities in the context of what was becoming a resolutely anti-slavery country. It became a National convention in 1867 with the advent of Home Rule.

    [2] This gradualist effort follows the same basic trajectory, albeit involving different specific players and cases, as the NAACP's similar effort IOTL.

    [3] Manu Mansu's original goal had indeed been to reunite exiled African royals with their thrones. This is not quite as Quixotic as it sounds. There have been cases of deposed African royals who lived in exile in Palmera and returned to their thrones under British auspices: Nana Prempeh and Yaa Asantewah are the prime examples of this, Ashanti leaders who fought the British and were exiled, and finally allowed to the return to their (largely ceremonial) thrones in the 1920s. (This parallels an IOTL saga for these same leaders that involved exile to the Seychelles, where Yaa Asantewah died.) Inspired by this example, Manu Mansu saw a route to building valid independence movements around such figures, and in fact exiled African royals like those we've met earlier in this timeline will play major roles in independence movements and parties, though they will (mostly) not literally return to their thrones.

    [4] In the postwar period, Palmeran government support for Ethiopia is robust by the scale of the Union's financial resources, but not extravagant. The IFO is a private and very popular charitable group of Ethiopian royalist enthusiasts. The Yohannist Emperors are still the most popular royals in Palmera outside of British royalty, with their daily deeds and struggles documented as minutely as circumstances allow in IFO-sponsored tabloids like the Lion's Roar.

    [5] Curtis Johnson is parallel to a real-life Baptist conscientious objector of the same name, who actually wound up digging ditches in OTL Florida when he was imprisoned for refusing the draft. They only have the name and the basic history of conscientious objection in common though; this timeline's Curtis Johnson is otherwise a completely distinct person.

    [6] One thing that has not changed under the LJP is that Palmera's criminal justice system is stern, harshly classist and a vector of for-profit forced labour disturbingly similar to the infamous convict leasing systems in the Marches. This is one of the most persistent and embarrassing chinks in the nation's Black Zion imagery, and a major bone of contention that will do much to fuel new leftist movements. The issue of "colourism" might seem surprising in a nation where the classes are multi-racial at all levels of society, but the working poor are still disproportionately Gitchey (Black, dark-skinned working class) in ways that reformers can't help but notice. The education system is similarly old-school, as it were, and notoriously harsh, with schools in poorer parishes especially notable for being free with the cane and punishing students for being caught speaking Chatta or Kriyol in class.

    The Sutcheys are in some ways just the exception that proves the rule: they're more of a case of ethnic/religious discrimination akin to Red Scare paranoia, anti-Semitism (also a serious force in Palmey life) or some variants of anti-Catholic, anti-Roma or anti-Traveller prejudice. Sutcheys by now are themselves really a partially mixed-race / multi-racial ethnic group with certain shared historical myths, idiosyncrasies of culture and cuisine, a now-lengthy shared history as an itinerant labour force compelled to commute to various agricultural and infrastructure-building jobs across the Union from poor urban districts, and religious commitments (in particular allegiance to the pro-segregation Southern Baptist Convention in the States -- or to similarly pro-segregationist factions of other religions -- something Curtis Johnson tries to prise them loose from) that traditionally thinks of itself as White. It is true that they are still singled out for the most violent and repressive tendencies of the legal establishment, an ingrained habit that will prove hard to shift, and that Sutchey students are even likelier than their Gitchey counterparts to be singled out as anti-social, unintelligent and/or "lacking in moral fibre."

    [7] Parallel to OTL's labour uprisings in Jamaica and the broader British West Indies. There was broad labour unrest in the Caribbean of this timeline as there was ITTL, occasioned by the Great Depression in both cases. The spotlight of international attention was focused on it when Britain dispatched a Royal Commission in 1938, at the height of the unrest in Jamaica.

    [8] This is true at all levels of Jamaican society. Jamaica is, after all, the older colony by well over a century (not counting its Spanish period). Its White and mixed-race elite enjoys a vast disparity of wealth and power with the Black majority that it is loath to give up, and it quietly regards Palmera's relative egalitarianism as madness or hypocrisy (especially given the number of wealthy Palmeys who are perfectly happy to buy winter mansions in Jamaica's most exclusive districts) or both. The Black majority, meanwhile, has its own proud history of anti-colonial resistance and struggles embodied most vividly in the famous Maroon communities (some of which also helped build Palmera when they were exiled there); they draw inspiration from Palmera's success but are also uncomfortably aware that their respect and regard is not always reciprocated. These two seemingly mismatched halves of Jamaican pride will form a potent, if paradoxical, mix in this timeline just as they did in ours. The pieces have long since taken shape.

    [9] It may seem like wank to have Hobbs so correctly forecast the behaviour of the IMF as he does here, but in this timeline Palmera has been a frontline observer of these kinds of impulses too frequently for any experienced and competent official not to be intimately familiar with them. Given that, I judge this to be a reasonable inference, continuous with colonial history, that would not require genius-level intellect or extraordinary prescience to work out (although Hobbs is a genuinely brilliant mind).

    [10] Just as in OTL, there are just too many differences in priorities, interests, culture and history and levels of development among the various West Indies Federation members for them to be able to form a functional "national" consensus.

    [11] Palmera's health care system can't afford extravagant expense; it has to make limited resources stretch as far as possible. The model ultimately adopted here is based on the National Militia Service and essentially "drafts" physicians, nurses and support staff into a parallel service that builds upwards from primary care and preventative medicine that's run by "ward units" within the parish system; it's this emphasis on prevention and local service that will ultimately keep expenses low. Clinics offering more specialized circumstances "draft" those practitioners at the parish level, while the most advanced and intensive level of care is serviced by county hospitals. The system will not outright forbid private clinics, but it subsidizes the public system sufficiently to make those clinics competitive only for the very wealthiest slice of society (and thus a tiny minority of overall medical practice, most of whose members are also obliged to donate hours in the public system), and the public system is much more personal and responsive to the specific needs and environment of the people in its communities.

    [12] Even after the loosening of Prince Hall Freemasonry's hold on the political elite, the Palmey electoral system had been governed by informal propriety for so long that such rules simply never occurred to legislators until this desperate bid for renewal by a UFC faction. Legislators did, in fact, try to make the ban on this kind of brand-poaching retroactive, but such a draconian measure was controversial enough that not even a majority of LJP legislators could be whipped into voting for it.

    [13] This can be thought of as analogous to the early television broadcasts of the BBC -- there was even a UBS Television Orchestra inspired by the BBC example -- but a bit less varied in scope (the early BBC was very fond of variety programming in ways that the UBS had to regard as frivolous expense) and with a more localized reach. Early UBS broadcasts were a matter of outsized national pride for Palmera and were archived and preserved obsessively. Like the BBC, the UBS television service was forced to lapse during the height of the war years starting in 1940, and was re-launched in 1946.

    [14] Quasheba "Queen Sheba" DeMotte is a fictional queen of the Palmey silver screen, a Lanney actress who functions as a kind of equivalent figure to Greta Garbo. Gad Pendarvis is the Percy Verwayen analogue glimpsed in our previous excursion to the Cinema Parisiana in Haiti.

    [15] The Coleman Family are the "first family" of Palmey country music, a best-selling genuine family act composed of mother, father, two daughters and a son. (The siblings would go on to become stars in their own rights.)

    Prince Liberty is an early precursor of reggae in this timeline: a Yohannist mandey artist who studied Niyabinghi drumming -- a Ugandan religious drumming tradition -- at the feet of exiled Queen Muhumuza of Uganda (who in this timeline was exiled to Palmera instead of being imprisoned by the British). His are the first recordings of Niyabinghi chant, and he is a major bridge to the Yohannist Mansions of Jamaica.

    [16] Nuwani Brissington is a fictional Black feminist figure, one of the leading figures to follow up the legacy of the Frankham Five. Eloquent and educated, she's a unionist and socialist activist rather like Esther Cooper Jackson in American history, but it's only a rough comparison.

    [17] "Channa from Heaven" -- a play on the working-class "channa" curry and the phrase "Manna from Heaven."
     
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    A Sense of Mission, Pt. 2: A Bridge Among Nations
  • Palmera has emerged from the war years as a global symbol of Black identity and with a very real sense of mission to guard democracy, freedom and in particular the causes of independence and Justice for Black peoples (and other colonized peoples more generally) worldwide. It sounds like rousing stuff on paper, the sort of thing that almost everyone can agree on, but putting it all into practice involves a lot of complications, difficult decisions and trade-offs that will play out in very different ways depending on one's worldview. A Sense of Mission explores three different emerging perspectives on the nation's destiny as reflected in the major currents of history, and interpreted through culture, in the year 1948. See here for the general Table of Contents.

    A Sense of Mission, Part Two (A Bridge Among Nations): French colonialism in Algeria -- and particularly the growth of Algerian nationalism and drive for independence, as elsewhere in the colonized African world -- had been marked from the outset by considerable tensions and periodic outbreaks of terrible violence. Never mind the prominent role that Algeria played in hosting the Legitimist government of France and fighting for it; there was still nothing that ordained that the Second World War would lead to an end of those tensions. Indeed, in the waning days of the War, as it became clear that the Berlin Strike had ended the conflict with Germany[1] and celebrations began to break out in the Allied territories, it was very possible that the celebrations in, say, Sétif and Guelma in Algeria could have unintentionally broken out into bloody conflict between the pieds-noires of the colonial population and the indigenous Algerians who had been fighting alongside them for years[2].

    As it happened, a Palmeran brigade that was also stationed in the area caught wind of a possible conflict by way of a chance conversation between its commander, one Colonel Alexandre Darcantel[3], and one of the pieds-noires – a conversation containing some choice sentiments about the “wogs getting above themselves” that hinted at potential dangers to come. Darcantel’s urgent subsequent communications with the local French command, footnote to history though they were, could be credited with heading off anti-indigenous terrorist action by the pieds-noires and laying the groundwork for what would eventually become a relatively peaceful transition of Algeria to autonomy and to home rule.

    Darcantel’s action wasn’t part of any explicit Palmey program or official commitment, but it did express an unstated aspect of the Union’s sense of mission at the time: that the historical accident that was Palmera, both a product of colonialism and a beacon of liberation for traditionally oppressed peoples, could act as a bridge between the colonizers and the colonized and help to broker demilitarized, peaceful solutions for reconciliation between the two. After the War, this became a stated part of the Foreign Office’s mission… with a mixed but undeniable record of success that assumed a very particular international profile as the Cold War took hold.

    1. Uncharted Territory (Palmera and the Free French Colonies): Palmera’s role in the traditionally French sphere of influence—foreign territory, for most part, for a middle power that had hitherto confined itself to Britain’s sphere of influence and interest save for the Haiti Affair—was made possible by postwar instability. France’s territories, given the German invasion and the disruption of her affairs by allied powers, were in immediate peril, and Jean-Claude Maillot (the primary hero of the Legitimist Cause) had summoned a convention of “Free French Colonies” in 1944 in anticipation of the potential fallout and in attempting to secure colonial manpower for the push against Germany, in the process making concessions about practices like forced labor and various other sticking-points of French colonial rule[4].

    After the war, Maillot proved amenable to diplomatic attempts to transition certain French territories into a kind of managed autonomy rather than risk violent conflict. The major examples were Algeria and after that, Madagascar, where Palmeran citizen and Malagasy Royal descendant Rakoto Nafy[5] – a veteran of the Abyssinian Theater and thereafter of the Legitimist Free France Movement itself – proved instrumental in organizing a peaceful rapprochement between the French and their former colony, heading off violent conflict and leading to Madagascar’s status as an Autonomous Territory by 1948 (by the mid-Fifties it would be an independent Republic, of which Nafy would briefly be the first President[6]).

    Palmera’s knowledge, capability and practical reach in the former French sphere would, outside these two signal successes, prove very limited. Palmera made an ambitious attempt to negotiate the recreation of a united Kongo under its most recent “rightful” ruler, Afonso XV Nzinga[7] – who had by this time spent the bulk of his life as Peter Afonso Nzinga in Palmera, but who preferred to go by the name of “Peter Singer” – which included France’s portion of Central Africa. Notwithstanding Nzinga’s considerable prestige as a leader of the Abyssinian Resistance Movement and subsequent experience in Palmera’s diplomatic corps, it came to naught. “Fonso” was an alien, after all, to his would-be subjects under this arrangement, the diplomatic threads were far too tangled, and Palmera’s attempts to exert influence too deeply resented by the involved colonial powers.

    Palmera would thus prove to have little clout, despite her best efforts, on France’s settlements with her other African colonies, which would be made on harsh terms[8]. Still, the mere fact that the effort took place was a signal of how deep the sense of mission ran.

    2. Scylla, Charybdis & Honorable Solutions (Palmera in British Africa): In the British African possessions, Palmera had more latitude to move, and got a clearer picture of the forces that would shape the postwar world. It became clear early on that the same nationalist forces in motion in the French sphere of influence would soon produce a determined anti-colonial movement in the British one. It became equally clear that the British had not yet admitted to themselves that this was the case, and furthermore that the Cold War – which had brought the American gaze as never before to the minutiae of conflict in the Third World -- was going to suck the air out of the proverbial room. Even in 1948, the Secret Service’s Director Medford Paal was predicting that the question of Soviet-vs.-American competition (or “the matter of Scylla and Charybdis”) was likely to dictate which new regimes the West would either support or attempt to destroy.

    Paal called his response to this “preparing the ground.” He wanted to anticipate what he saw as an inevitable surge of Communist activity in the Third World, especially in Africa, South America and the Caribbean. He wanted to take steps to pre-emptively engage with growing nationalist movements on the African continent, attempting to help them build legitimacy and engage “constructively” with the British crown. This philosophy seemed to the British and other European powers to reek of paranoia and perhaps a self-serving effort to inflate Palmera’s importance as a broker; but it did appear to persuade the early leadership of the CIA, in particular its first Directors Dalles Kingman and Nathan Fairchild.

    The trouble with having CIA support (which included money and weapons) was that it came with the burden of dealing with the early CIA’s mindset, which was prone to seeing almost any anti-Western or anti-colonial sentiment as pro-Communist and basically wanted to use the Palmeys to put a friendly “Black” face on the enterprise of undermining and disrupting all such groups[9]. During the late 40s, the Secret Service was under constant pressure to “prove” the foregone conclusion that anti-colonial leaders and thinkers were, or soon would be, Soviet infiltrators.

    Resisting this pressure, trying to make the CIA see that the mission was more complex than this, coping with Brits who resented their “busybody” activity, all while working to discern the shape of emerging African nationalism and successfully engage it to rein in bitterness against the British… it all added up to one of the most thankless and stressful post-war endeavours for the Secret Service. There would be no grand Phineas Plumb adventure stories written about such drudgery, important though this work would later prove to be.

    There was one conflict in particular on the African continent that would shape a great deal of Palmera’s engagement with the geopolitics of the postwar world, and would complicate its relationship with the CIA and other entities besides. 1948 also marked the ascent of Apartheid in South Africa, and thus created one of Palmera’s most consistent geopolitical foes.

    3. The Immortals (The Rise of Apartheid vs. Palmera’s Mission): Apartheid in South Africa did not come out of a clear blue sky. It was built on decades of increasingly restrictive and discriminatory law before it, laws which had already led to the rise of resistance movements, most notably the African National Congress in the 1870s. These resistance movements were at first marginal, and specifically as the threat of Afrikaner nationalism gathered – leading to the unexpected election of the National Party in 1948 – tensions began to emerge within them between more conservative, gradualist older generations and a more confrontational and activist younger generation. There was some drama from such tension when the ANC formed its Youth League in 1942, leading to a certain bitterness between then-President AB Xuma and newly-inducted Youth Leage members like Martin Sidona[10].

    The election of the National Party was nevertheless an awful, epochal shock, feared – as it turned out, correctly – to be the dawn of an era of attempted permanent rollback of electoral rights and basic freedoms for South Africa’s non-white population. The ambitious programme of apartheid began to go into effect not long after the election, and proved a definitive challenge for Palmeran statecraft.

    Palmera’s relationship with African liberation movements in South Africa had previously been marginal, in deference to the British crown’s policy lead. But the rise of apartheid, coinciding with Palmera’s greater assertiveness on the world stage, changed this calculus dramatically. For Palmeys, this was the successor struggle to the battle against Vultism; and from the outset, even the normally-circumspect Hobbs Government struck an uncompromising tone against the “grotesque racialist fictions” and “morally bankrupt politics” of apartheid.

    In ensuing decades, Palmera would consistently make the case that apartheid South Africa was not worthy of being considered a true and constructive partner in anti-communist efforts on the African continent, and would face a divided and inconsistent reaction from their American counterparts on the point: the American right would, over the coming decades, prove perfectly amenable to embracing the apartheid government as a necessity of battling the red tide, while other parts of the spectrum increasingly rejected its systematic and nonsensical racism and would come to oppose apartheid just as fervently.

    Palmera, in the meantime, would periodically court both American and British disapproval and criticism by sponsoring anti-apartheid movements (including clandestine training and supply for armed resistance); providing asylum for figures banned, imprisoned or otherwise persecuted by the apartheid government; and actively undermining and opposing South African efforts, in what the apartheid state denounced as “the most brazen hypocrisy,” to exert influence over nearby countries in southern Africa. Other European and Western powers were more divided on the subject. Many, like Canada, tut-tutted some of the “radical” measures tacitly undertaken by Palmera but nevertheless generally supported the goal of ending apartheid[11].

    The “desk” or department of Special Branch assigned to this theatre was the Southern Africa Task Force. Like the War and Project Gideon before it, the SATF’s mission would be actively used to shape popular culture and be shaped in turn by the same popular pressures it unleashed and encouraged. The SATF became one of the most iconic sources of Palmey spy movies and literature in the postwar period, both as simple entertainment but also as significant propaganda to justify a geopolitical stance that – while electorally unavoidable (at this point, as Hobbs had correctly intuited, no Palmey Government would have survived long that temporized with apartheid) – was nevertheless fraught with risks.

    One of the longest-running properties built around the SATF’s part in the Apartheid Struggle was called “The Immortals,” featuring a fictional detachment of agents patterned loosely on the real SATF and led in the early going by a former arch-spy, Quentin Quomo, clearly patterned after the old-time hero spy Phineas Plumb. Beginning in 1948 as serialized pulp short stories, The Immortals would in time spawn radio serials, comics, novels, a series of hit television shows and, come the Sixties, would make their debut on the silver screen. The Immortals stories revolved around adaptability, mastery of disguise, debonair con-artistry, smuggler and guerrilla savvy and (often) various admixtures of down-and-dirty violence and sex. Their originator, pulp writer and ex-Special Branch analyst Parker Fisk, once joked: “My heroes have done for so many jaapies at this point that it’s a wonder South Africa’s still standing at all.”[12]

    The real SATF’s work was less glamorous and more than once encountered painful contradictions. In particular, Palmera’s adversarial relationship with apartheid South Africa would eventually lead to an extremely difficult rupture with a closely held early ally in the postwar years: the State of Israel[13].

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    [1] The nuclear strike that in this timeline put an end to the Verkampfer high leadership in general and Karl Krieger in particular. Peace was concluded at highly advantageous terms with a mid-level remnant of the Verkampfer leadership, but the Berlin Strike would further heighten the sense of atomic weaponry and the Cold War as a civilization-scale threat even beyond the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki in our timeline.

    [2] Something like this of course really did happen in 1945 in our timeline. Here it goes differently, a kind of “butterfly” that leads indirectly to the Algerian struggle for nationhood taking a path that leads to an Algerian Civil Rights Movement (not without violence, but not an outright armed conflict) instead of an Algerian Civil War in the 1950s.

    [3] Palmera posted many of its French Creole officers to fight in the French theater of the war. Darcantel, a member of a prominent merchant family that made whyrah from New Orleans in the late 19th century and whose mother still spoke monolingual French in the home, was one such.

    [4] Maillot is a parallel figure to de Gaulle of our history and many of these actions are similar to those de Gaulle took in our timeline. The difference between them is that Maillot recognizes something of what these concessions might unleash in French possessions after the war, and is more prepared to deal with them by diplomatic means than de Gaulle was, perhaps partly owing to the fact that Maillot (overall a far better diplomatic hand than de Gaulle) was not a military man.

    [5] Last encountered as a high-society rakehell in Song of Songs.

    [6] This made Nafy by far the most successful of the crop of exiled African royals that Palmera would attempt to press into the service of “orderly decolonization” during this period. His and Palmera’s involvement does not mean that Madagascar’s transition happens without trauma or violence, but it does mean that the transition began with demonstrations instead of mass attacks and guerrilla engagements, and the French response does not involve government atrocities on remotely the scale of what happened IOTL in the Madagascar Uprising.

    [7] Another figure last seen at a much younger age in Song of Songs.

    [8] As they were IOTL in neo-colonial arrangements that persist today, the so-called “Françafrique” policy that hamstrung French former colonies’ economic and political independency. However, in this timeline, Algeria and Madagascar are, significantly, exempted from this standard.

    [9] If this in any way seems to be overselling the early CIA’s blinkered mentality, it isn’t. The early years of the CIA were in many ways a story of shocking amateurism in the field – manifest ITTL too – that involved a substantial amount of “intelligence work” that served to confirm preconceived notions instead of learning facts on the ground, not to mention bizarre “operations” in Red Bloc countries that often seemed to consist of nothing more than dumping money and weapons on largely-embryonic or imaginary “resistance movements.” The Palmeran Secret Service is far from perfect, but it has a sufficiently deep record as a professional intelligence service that it generally regards all of this with bemusement and alarm.

    [10] Much as in OTL. Martin Sidona is a parallel figure to Nelson Mandela of our timeline.

    [11] Apartheid was far from placidly accepted by the world of OTL either. Here, though, the First World has a “black” state in its ranks urgently pushing the anti-apartheid struggle forward and challenging justifications of any form of allegiance or support for it, often on the floor of the UN. Owing to the direct and high-profile challenge apartheid represented to Palmera’s sense of mission, there was no Government – whatever its other ideological priorities – that could escape public pressure to go on the offensive against apartheid; although of course there were always radicals who insisted that whatever was being done was not enough.

    Palmera’s example further polarizes opinions about apartheid in the US, leading to a closer embrace of apartheid South Africa by the political right and a more uncompromising rejection by the center and left. In this timeline as in ours, many states that publicly condemn South Africa's apartheid system continue quietly to do business with her, but they now face a greater risk of such hypocrisy being exposed by SATF activity (or other factors) and a bigger potential backlash from their own electorates when this happens. The result will be a comparatively early end of apartheid, which faces steeper costs, worse isolation and a better-armed and -organized armed resistance ITTL.

    [12] The spirit of all this is very gung-ho and nationalist, particularly in the early going. Fisk’s joke uses the word jaapie as an unflattering nickname for the Afrikaners who served as the SATF’s primary opposition during this time. It’s a commonplace habit, especially among Special Branch hands.

    [13] As we’ll see in the next chapter, Palmera and Israel start out as extremely close allies, with Palmera providing strong support and exerting considerable efforts on Israel’s behalf to foster the Jewish state’s acceptance on the African continent. As IOTL, Israel remains strongly critical of apartheid throughout its existence; but, also as IOTL, an equivalent of the Six Day War will eventually come along to throw a wrench in the works.
     
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