John Brown (abolitionist)

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The Man Who Started the Civil War

On the morning of December 2, 1859, a bearded man in his late fifties climbed onto a wagon in Charles Town, Virginia. He sat on his own coffin. As the wagon rolled toward the gallows, he looked out at the Blue Ridge Mountains and remarked that the country was beautiful. Then he was hanged.

Sixteen months later, the United States was at war with itself.

John Brown was not a general or a politician. He was a failed businessman, a sheep farmer, and a father of twenty children. He was also the most dangerous man in America—depending on whom you asked, either a terrorist or a saint. Union soldiers would march into battle singing his name. Confederate soldiers would fight, in part, because of what he'd done.

How does one man ignite a nation?

A Childhood Shaped by Violence and Faith

Brown was born in 1800, in Torrington, Connecticut, into a family steeped in revolutionary violence. His grandfather, Captain John Brown, had died fighting the British in 1776. His mother's father had been an officer in the Revolutionary Army. The Browns understood that sometimes liberty required blood.

They also understood that liberty applied to everyone.

When John was five, his family moved to Hudson, Ohio—then wild frontier country in the Western Reserve. This region would become the most anti-slavery territory in America, a hotbed of abolitionist thought and action. His father Owen ran a tannery and operated a station on the Underground Railroad, hiding escaped slaves in his home. The town's founder, David Hudson, openly advocated for slaves to resist their masters by force.

Young John absorbed all of it.

When he was twelve years old, something happened that he would remember for the rest of his life. He was traveling, helping to move cattle, when he stayed with a man who owned an enslaved boy about John's age. The man treated John well—gave him good food, praised him, called him smart. Then John watched the same man beat the enslaved boy with an iron shovel.

Why? Because he could. Because the boy was property.

According to his son-in-law, it was at that moment John Brown decided to dedicate his life to destroying slavery.

He was twelve.

The Long Education of a Revolutionary

Brown tried to become a minister. He enrolled in preparatory school, planning to attend Amherst College, but chronic eye inflammation ended his formal education. He returned to Ohio and taught himself surveying from a book. He opened a tannery with his adopted brother. He got married.

His first wife, Dianthe, was what he called "remarkably plain"—he meant it as a compliment. She was practical, pious, hardworking. She gave him seven children in twelve years. Then she died from complications of childbirth, and Brown was left alone with five surviving children to raise.

He married again a year later. Mary Ann Day was seventeen. She would give him thirteen more children. Seven of those sons would eventually join their father in the fight against slavery. Three would die in it.

Brown's business life was a disaster. He was brilliant at certain things—he could quote the Bible from memory, catch any error in scripture recitation, and eventually became one of the country's foremost experts on sheep and wool. But he was terrible at the basic mechanics of capitalism. He borrowed too heavily. He speculated on land near canals that never came. He invested in credit schemes and state bonds just before the Panic of 1837 wiped out fortunes across Ohio.

At one point, trying to hold onto a farm he'd lost, he simply refused to leave. They put him in jail.

He declared bankruptcy in 1842. The next year, three of his children died of dysentery.

Brown never touched alcohol, tobacco, coffee, or tea. His favorite books, after the Bible, were Plutarch's lives of great men. He admired Oliver Cromwell, the English revolutionary who'd overthrown a king. He admired Napoleon. He believed that "truly successful men" were those with their own libraries.

And through all of it—the failed businesses, the dead children, the constant financial ruin—he kept working on the Underground Railroad.

The Underground Railroad Years

In 1825, Brown moved his family to Richmond Township in Crawford County, Pennsylvania. He would live there for ten years—longer than anywhere else in his life. He bought two hundred acres of land and immediately got to work.

He built a cabin. He built a two-story tannery with eighteen vats. He built a barn.

And in that barn, he constructed a secret room, carefully ventilated, designed to hide human beings.

The escaped slaves who made it to Brown's farm were hidden in the wagon he used to carry mail, leather hides, and surveying equipment. He would transport them fifty-five miles to Jamestown, New York, a crucial junction on the route to Canada and freedom. Over ten years, according to Pennsylvania historical records, Brown's station helped approximately 2,500 enslaved people escape to Canada.

Twenty-five hundred people.

Think about the logistics. The secrecy required. The constant risk of imprisonment or worse. Brown didn't just participate in the Underground Railroad—he recruited other stationmasters, strengthened the network, made it more effective.

He also refused to compromise on matters of principle, even when it would have been easier. In 1829, some white families in the area asked Brown to help them drive off Native Americans who hunted in the region. Brown's response was sharp: "I would sooner take my gun and help drive you out of the country."

This was a man who had learned Native American languages as a child, hunted with Indigenous people, invited them into his home to eat. He saw clearly who belonged to the land and who didn't.

The Turning Point: Murder in Illinois

In November 1837, something broke inside John Brown.

A minister named Elijah Parish Lovejoy had been publishing an abolitionist newspaper in Alton, Illinois. Pro-slavery mobs had destroyed his printing press three times. Each time, Lovejoy got a new press and kept publishing. On the night of November 7, a mob attacked the warehouse where his fourth press was stored. Lovejoy was shot and killed.

He died defending a printing press.

Brown heard about the murder and made a public vow: "Here, before God, in the presence of these witnesses, from this time, I consecrate my life to the destruction of slavery!"

He had already been fighting slavery for twenty-five years. But this was different. This was a declaration of war.

Around this time, Brown and his sons were expelled from their Congregational church in Franklin, Ohio. Their offense? They had invited a Black man to sit with them in their family pew, rather than in the balcony where Black congregants were required to sit. The church deacons tried to get Brown to admit he'd been wrong.

He refused.

He never joined another church again.

Springfield: The Revolutionary Finds His Army

In 1846, Brown moved to Springfield, Massachusetts, to work as an agent for Ohio wool growers. But he had another purpose. Springfield was a hotbed of abolitionist activity—home to influential newspapers, connected to nationally famous abolitionists like Frederick Douglass and Sojourner Truth.

Brown began making connections. He heard Douglass speak. He met the wealthy merchants and activists who would later fund his operations. He observed Springfield's highly effective Underground Railroad network.

And in 1850, after Congress passed the Fugitive Slave Act—which required Northern states to return escaped slaves to their owners—Brown organized something new.

He called it the League of Gileadites.

The name came from the Bible, from a story about warriors who passed a divine test. Brown's Gileadites were armed Black men and women, organized to resist slave catchers by force. This wasn't hiding people in barn cellars. This was armed resistance.

In speeches, Brown pointed to white martyrs like Lovejoy and Charles Turner Torrey—abolitionists who had died for the cause. He told Black audiences that white people existed who were ready to fight alongside them, ready to die alongside them.

He meant it.

Bleeding Kansas: The Rehearsal for Civil War

In the mid-1850s, the United States conducted a kind of referendum on slavery, one state at a time. The Kansas-Nebraska Act of 1854 allowed new territories to vote on whether to permit slavery. Kansas became the testing ground.

Pro-slavery settlers poured in from Missouri. Anti-slavery settlers arrived from New England. Both sides came armed.

The fighting that followed became known as Bleeding Kansas. It was a preview of the Civil War, fought on a smaller scale but with the same viciousness. Pro-slavery forces sacked the town of Lawrence, burning buildings and destroying printing presses. The federal government, controlled by Southern interests, mostly looked the other way.

Brown had had enough of looking the other way.

In May 1856, he and his sons rode to Pottawatomie Creek, where pro-slavery settlers had established farms. Over the course of one night, they dragged five men from their homes and killed them with broadswords.

This was not self-defense. This was not rescue. This was execution.

Brown believed these men had participated in the sacking of Lawrence, had terrorized anti-slavery settlers, had made Kansas unsafe for free people. He believed that decades of peaceful protest had accomplished nothing, that moral suasion was useless against people willing to kill to protect their right to own other human beings.

"These men are all talk," he said of pacifist abolitionists. "What we need is action—action!"

The Pottawatomie massacre made Brown famous—or infamous. He spent the next several years fighting in Kansas, commanding anti-slavery forces at the Battle of Black Jack and the Battle of Osawatomie. He became a symbol of armed resistance. And he began planning something bigger.

The Constitution for a New America

Brown believed that slavery would not end through legislation. It would not end through moral persuasion. It would not end through patient education. It would end through violence, or it would not end at all.

So he conceived a plan to start a slave uprising.

The idea was to seize a federal armory, arm escaped slaves and free Blacks, and establish a revolutionary base in the Appalachian Mountains. From there, the rebellion would spread south, liberating plantations, building an army, undermining the entire system of human bondage.

He even wrote a constitution for the new nation he hoped to create—a "Provisional Constitution" for a slavery-free United States. It was detailed and serious. Brown wasn't crazy. He was methodical.

In October 1859, with a force of twenty-one men—including several of his sons and both Black and white fighters—Brown attacked the federal armory at Harpers Ferry, Virginia.

He seized the armory. He took hostages. He waited for slaves from the surrounding plantations to join his revolution.

They didn't come.

The Raid and Its Aftermath

The reasons were complicated. Slaves in the area had no way of knowing Brown's intentions. Many probably didn't know the raid was happening at all. Those who did had every reason to be skeptical of any white man promising freedom—they had been betrayed before. And joining a doomed uprising meant death, not just for themselves but for their families.

Local militia surrounded the armory. Then United States Marines arrived, commanded by Colonel Robert E. Lee—the same Robert E. Lee who would later command the Confederate Army.

The fighting was brief and brutal. Seven people died, including two of Brown's sons. Brown himself was wounded and captured.

What happened next transformed American history.

Brown's trial was covered extensively by newspapers across the country. North and South, people read his words. And Brown, facing certain death, was magnificent.

He spoke about the Golden Rule. He spoke about the Declaration of Independence. He argued that both documents—one religious, one political—"meant the same thing." All men are created equal. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

How could anyone claim to follow these principles while holding human beings in bondage?

He was convicted of treason against the Commonwealth of Virginia, murder, and inciting slave insurrection. He was the first person in American history to be executed for treason.

On his way to the gallows, he handed a guard a piece of paper with his final prophecy: "I, John Brown, am now quite certain that the crimes of this guilty land will never be purged away but with blood."

The Fire He Started

Brown's execution electrified the North. Church bells tolled. Flags flew at half-mast. Ralph Waldo Emerson compared him to Jesus Christ. Henry David Thoreau called him "an angel of light."

The South saw something very different. They saw proof that Northerners wanted to arm slaves, that abolitionists were willing to kill white people, that the Union was no longer safe for slaveholders. The raid confirmed their deepest fears.

Within months, Southern states began discussing secession seriously. Within a year, Abraham Lincoln was elected president on an anti-slavery platform. Within sixteen months, Confederate forces fired on Fort Sumter, and the Civil War began.

Union soldiers marched into battle singing "John Brown's Body," a song that transformed the failed revolutionary into a martyr whose "soul goes marching on." The melody would later be used for "The Battle Hymn of the Republic."

Brown's raid didn't start the Civil War by itself. The tensions had been building for decades. But the raid, the trial, the execution—they were the spark that ignited the powder keg.

Hero or Terrorist?

The question haunts us still.

Brown killed people. He killed them deliberately, in cold blood, because of what they believed and what they supported. By any modern definition, the Pottawatomie massacre was terrorism—violence against civilians designed to create fear and advance a political goal.

But Brown's political goal was ending slavery.

Four million people were held in bondage in the American South. They were bought and sold. Their families were torn apart. They were whipped, raped, worked to death. The entire system was maintained by violence—the violence of the lash, the violence of slave catchers, the violence of laws that treated human beings as property.

Against that violence, Brown chose counter-violence. He believed it was the only language slaveholders understood. He may have been right.

Frederick Douglass, who knew Brown well and refused to join the Harpers Ferry raid because he thought it would fail, wrote after Brown's death: "His zeal in the cause of my race was far greater than mine. I could live for the slave, but he could die for him."

The Civil War killed approximately 620,000 Americans—more than any other conflict in the nation's history. It ended slavery. Whether slavery could have been ended any other way, without that blood, is one of history's unanswerable questions.

John Brown believed the answer was no. He staked his life on that belief, and he lost it.

He also won.

The Paradox of Violence and Liberation

There is something uncomfortable about celebrating John Brown. He was an extremist. He was willing to kill innocents in service of his cause. He dragged men from their beds in the middle of the night and hacked them to death.

He was also fighting against one of the greatest evils in human history.

We want our heroes clean. We want them to defeat injustice through moral persuasion, through nonviolent resistance, through the slow machinery of democratic change. Sometimes that works. The Civil Rights Movement achieved tremendous victories through nonviolent tactics.

But the Civil Rights Movement came after slavery had already been abolished—abolished through a war that killed hundreds of thousands. The ground for nonviolent resistance was prepared by violent resistance. Martin Luther King walked a path that John Brown helped to clear.

Brown understood something that comfortable people prefer to forget: some injustices are so severe, some systems so entrenched, that they will not yield to anything but force. Slaveholders were not going to free their slaves because abolitionists made good arguments. They were not going to give up their property—their wealth, their social status, their entire way of life—because it was the right thing to do.

They had to be compelled.

A Father's Sacrifice

Lost in the political and moral debates is the simple human cost.

John Brown had twenty children. His first wife died young. His second wife watched him leave for Harpers Ferry knowing he probably wouldn't return. Three of his sons died in the fight against slavery—two at Harpers Ferry, one in Kansas.

When Brown was captured and awaiting execution, his brother Frederick came to visit him in jail. They had grown up together in that Ohio wilderness, children of abolitionists, raised on revolutionary stories and Biblical righteousness.

Brown knew what he was doing to his family. He knew the cost. He paid it anyway, and he made his sons pay it too.

This is either monstrous or heroic, depending on how you weigh individual lives against the liberation of millions. Brown believed the math was clear. Four million people enslaved. His own family's suffering was nothing compared to that.

On the morning of his execution, he was calm. He had been calm since his capture. He knew he was going to die, and he knew his death would matter.

He was right about that.

The Long Shadow

Every generation wrestles with John Brown.

To the Union soldiers who sang his name, he was a prophet and a martyr. To the Confederates, he was a murderer and a madman. To the generation that came of age during the Civil Rights Movement, he was a complicated figure—a white man who had given everything for Black liberation, but also a man whose tactics they couldn't fully embrace.

Today, in an era when we debate the boundaries of protest and the legitimacy of political violence, Brown remains impossible to categorize. He fits no comfortable narrative.

He was deeply religious—an evangelical Christian who believed God had chosen him as an instrument of divine justice. He was deeply American—a man who took the Declaration of Independence literally and couldn't understand why everyone else didn't. He was willing to break any law that conflicted with what he saw as higher law.

And he understood, before almost anyone else, that America was heading toward civil war. He tried to start it early, on his own terms. He failed at that. But the war came anyway, and when it did, his spirit marched with the armies of the North.

"John Brown's body lies a-moldering in the grave," the soldiers sang. "But his soul goes marching on."

His body was buried on his farm in North Elba, New York, in the Adirondack Mountains. The grave is still there. People still visit.

The questions he raised—about violence and justice, about how far we should go to fight evil, about what we owe to the oppressed—have no easy answers. They never did. They never will.

But John Brown answered them for himself, completely, without reservation, to the very end.