afterword
this book is about the gritty, devastating effects of war — in this case, the often- dissected
american civil war—but isn’t about officers, battle statistics, or strategies. it’s about young
confederate soldiers without rank, infantrymen on foot for as many as a thousand miles a year
carrying out war’s grimmest chores, sometimes for a cause they didn’t support. the story places
its protagonist, tom smiley, on the southern side because that’s where conditions were
harshest, the cause hardest to justify, and the site where most of the killing happened.
i was barely an adult during the vietnam war, when many american soldiers were injured
and killed for a cause with little connection to their lives. i wondered if the same was true for
confederate soldiers during the civil war. i suspect most of the southern combatants were
racists, but only one in four families in the south owned enslaved people and had anything to
lose if the institution was abolished.
wars are often instigated by a proportionately small number of people whose wealth makes
them politically and socially powerful, some of whom become military officers. most white
southern wealth at that time was related either directly or indirectly to owning and selling black
humans. this white group was hell-bent on retaining a barbaric institution to enrich themselves
and avoid daily labor. and ordinary citizens were the majority of those who paid the terrible
price of death, injury, ptsd, and destruction of property. men like tom quickly became cogs in
a vast military machine. the confederacy established a draft in april 1862, ten months after the
first battle, and consequences of avoiding enlistment or deserting were beatings, imprisonment,
or death. just as in the south, many folks in the north didn’t believe in equality, but their black
and white leaders correctly convinced them slavery must be abolished.
slavery began in the colony of virginia, and by the time of the civil war, the state rivaled
south carolina and louisiana for sales of enslaved people. auctions were held in richmond and
in smaller towns along primary transportation routes leading into the deep south where larger,
even more brutal cotton and sugar plantations existed. by the time of the war, selling humans
south into killing labor was more lucrative than any crop a virginia landowner could raise.
there was a steady current of enslaved people through virginia to plantations in louisiana and
mississippi.
in augusta county in southwestern virginia, the setting of this book, farmers weren’t
necessarily more humane than those in the rest of the state, but their crops of wheat and rye
required much less field work. farms were smaller than those growing tobacco and cotton, and
they most often required only family members and hired hands as laborers. one in five augusta
families owned other people, but a third of those owned no more than one person. often,
enslaved people were rented out to wait on hotel and tavern tables, tend stables and animals,
erect telegraph poles, work in breweries, lay rail lines, and provide domestic labor. across the
south on the eve of the civil war, when an annual salary for an upper middle-class white man
might be $500, a healthy, young, enslaved black man sold for as much as $1,500. today, that
individual person’s purchase price would be approximately $100,000 or more. by the time of
emancipation in 1863, the combined value of all the south’s slaves, adjusted to today’s prices
using the relative share of gdp, was close to thirteen trillion dollars and, even as early as 1805,
never fell below six trillion dollars. this is what confederate leaders knew, and why they
wanted to secede. they wanted to protect their wealth, built on the backs of enslaved people,
even if it meant bloodshed.
virginia was a border state during the war, and the southwestern region was strongly
populated by scotch-irish people who had migrated from pennsylvania. many of them had
strong connections with family members and friends in the north and shared anti-slavery views.
again, this isn’t to say they weren’t racist. the reasons men from this region volunteered and
then stayed as enlistees in the early part of the civil war differed across social classes. after the
draft was created, wealthy young men hired substitutes. upper- class white people told
themselves and others that the reason for fighting was to preserve states’ rights, disguising the
fact that less fortunate people were dying to defend a privileged way of life made possible by
enslaving blacks. as northern troops marched into the south, purpose for the ordinary,
powerless confederate soldier had to become survival and defense of a homeland. i asked
myself while researching material for this book why those opposing slavery didn’t leave the
south as war was brewing. an admirable few had that courage, including presbyterian minister
dr. george junkin, the real person reverend mcintyre is based on, but most couldn’t give up
the security of family, friends, and land from which they earned a living. and some even
believed that enslaving black people was encouraged by the bible.
tom smiley, civil war veteran and ghost narrator of the last of what i am, is tormented by
war memories and is trapped by them in an increasingly personal hell. but he’s also a stand-in
for this nation, one unsettled by a history rife with injustices and motives many of us still can’t
face, not even generations later. until we embrace that history and its long shadows, the nation
won’t be able to fully rectify those injustices and heal. this novel is a cautionary tale about what
happens when a country is divided against itself.