While jubilant crowds celebrated in New Charleston, news of the raid spread far and wide. Telegraphed accounts of the victory reached beyond the Mississippi by the end of the week, reaching even Texas a few days after that. Sir Anthony Worsthorne, newly confirmed Ambassador from Jamaica was the toast of Atlanta. He very shortly was a much sought-after guest at the homes of the most powerful members of the Nationalist government. An intelligent and affable man, he took the opportunity on each occasion many to lobby for a step that few had dared voice until now: Independence.
He would tell anyone willing to listen, “You chaps have an opportunity now to finally obtain what was denied you in your last war. Month by month,your armies have grown more effective. With our help at sea, surely you can force the government in Memphis to grant you an armistice. Winter is coming on soon. Hunger will be all the greater in their cities if this war continues and they know it. Mexico is not the strong ally they'd hoped for, and my sources inform me that that country may soon be dealing with their own problems closer to home. In the Spring, perhaps sounder heads in Memphis will see the folly of continuing the war. Strike while the iron is hot, gentlemen! Strike while the iron is hot!”
Such words only encouraged those of the Nationalists who had been part of the “unreconstructed” population for years. John Echols, although a veteran of Lee's army was thought by some of being too cautious, not revolutionary enough perhaps. Sensing a political opportunity, General Wade Hampton returned to Atlanta from his campaigning in Tennessee. Once in the city, he conferred with political allies, with some of the more radical groups of the Georgia Klan and the Red Shirts, and finally with Sir Anthony himself. The next meeting of the Governing Council was scheduled for early January. Hampton planned to be ready for it.
In New Orleans, the Mexican Consulate, which by now had grown to no less than five substantial buildings in the middle of town, was the center of a complex enterprise of trade, finance, diplomacy, political intrigue and espionage. The Consul,Ignacio Marquez oversaw it all, the spider at the center of a vast web. Indeed, behind his back, some of the staff referred to Marquez as “la araña” - the Spider. The recent demise, of apparently natural causes, of Ambassador Escobar in Memphis had left Marquez the highest ranking representative of Mexico north of the Rio Grande. He had made himself both wealthy and powerful, but the Spider was not a happy man.
Marquez had been infuriated when he heard of the Federal naval defeats, for it could only lengthen the struggle to defeat the Nationalist factions. There was little he could do directly control naval actions in the Atlantic and Admiral Fuentes was resistant of his suggestions to use the Gulf of Mexico armada to shell the Texan coastal towns. Fuentes had his own base of power in Mexico City, and oversaw the protection of the lucrative extraction of resources from western Cuba. Only President Diaz himself could budge the Admiral, and thus far he had not done so.
Of the most immediate concern to Marquez was the presence in Louisiana of Longstreet in the east and the Texans in the west. Yes, those must be dealt with, before even larger numbers of ignorant yokels joined their ranks. Indeed, even in New Orleans itself one saw anti-Mexican graffiti scrawled on walls, the ungrateful wretches, and lately there had been incidents of violence against some of his agents. That was very worrisome indeed. Tomorrow, he resolved, he would telegraph the Governor directly with some suggestions how best to deal with the situation.