In which yours truly imagines a world with no John Wilkes Booth …
It’s late 1865, and the rebuilding of the South is slowly getting under way. Federal troops are doing their best to keep the peace in towns small and large throughout the region. There are outbursts of violence here, lynchings there — but all in all, things are settling down.
A beleaguered Abraham Lincoln is realizing that healing the tattered nation will involve a broader legislative agenda. One of his top advisers points to recent breakthroughs in medicine, from various drugs and leeches to vaccinations. The adviser notes the rising costs of care by greedy individuals, some with names that will later become well-known (Stanford, Hopkins, Carnegie). Lincoln proposes a federal program designed to ensure that a level playing field is created, whereby lower-income and destitute people of all regions are provided with a basic standard of affordable medical care.
Rabid telegrapher Russious Limbaughten fires away on his Morse key, warning those who would benefit from the president’s plan that the same man who tore their precious slave-trading nation asunder is out to kill their babies and grandmothers (a novel concept at the time owing to the 46-year life expectancy).












