Today's Congress was controlled by the capitalists in the North and the plantation slave owners in the South. How could his strength alone be a match for these huge forces?
Just as Chen Mo said, Henry Clay just got ahead of the slave owners in the South and attacked him in advance. Even without him, his fellow Southerners would not let him go.
Zachary Taylor deeply felt the horror of politics. It was far from as simple as he thought.
Even if he abandoned his personal gains and losses and put the interests of the country first, he would eventually violate the interests of others and make them want to get rid of him.
The funny thing was, he didn't understand this until his death and naively thought that he really died of illness.
If it weren't for Chen Mo, he would never have known that there were so many intricate things hidden behind this.
Perhaps, he shouldn't have run for president in the first place. Staying in his cotton plantation and being a farmer might be the best ending for him.
Thinking of this, Zachary Taylor couldn't help but feel disheartened. His eyes dimmed instantly. He sat on the bed, lowered his head, and stared blankly at the quilt in front of him. He was silent for a long time.
Viktor and James saw his appearance and couldn't help but look at Chen Mo worriedly.
Chen Mo smiled slightly and asked Zachary Taylor softly.
"Don't you want revenge?"
"Revenge?"
Zachary Taylor still lowered his head and murmured softly. Chen Mo could see the violent fluctuations in his eyes. After a while, the violent fluctuations completely stopped. Zachary Taylor shook his head gently and said in a faint voice.
"So what if I take revenge? If I kill Henry Clay, there will be other bankers' spokesmen coming to power. If I kill the bankers, there will also be factory owners, plantation owners, and slave owners. I can't kill all of them, right?"
Obviously, Zachary Taylor had lost confidence in this dark and decadent country controlled by capitalists.
"Then do you want to abolish slavery?"
Chen Mo had a smile on his face.
"Yes! Of course I want to! But I can't do it, and the next president can't do it either! Those slave owners represent half of the United States! Unless we defeat half of the United States, slavery will never be abolished! "
As a plantation owner himself, Zachary Taylor was very clear about the powerful influence of the southern slave owners in the entire southern United States. The entire southern states were completely under the control of these slave owners. From the army, state and county governments, to the commoners and slaves, everything was under the control of these plantation slave owners.
When he was in office, all he wanted was to prevent slavery from spreading to other states of the United States and maintain the status quo. He had never thought of completely abolishing slavery.
It wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't!
Slaves were the private property of planters and were their free labor. If slavery was abolished, they would have to pay the people who worked for them at the price of hiring civilians. At that time, their balance would be broken, and they might not even be able to make ends meet. A large number of plantations would close down.
Slaves were the lifeblood of the plantation slave owners. The slave owners would never allow the abolition of slavery as it touched on their most fundamental interests. If the United States government forcibly abolished slavery, the final result would only be the southern slave states breaking away from the Union, and there might even be a civil war.
"Then defeat half of the United States!"
Chen Mo's tone was extremely relaxed and casual. It was as if he was not talking about the powerful United States, but a small and weak country.
"Defeat them?"
Zachary Taylor muttered to himself.
"Yes, politics and compromise can't solve the slave problem. The only way is war!"
"It's just that the time isn't ripe yet. In fifteen years, slavery will completely become history!"
"Fifteen years?"
Zachary Taylor muttered the deadline given by Chen Mo, and his dim eyes couldn't help but have a glimmer of light.
Although he didn't know why Chen Mo concluded that slavery would end in fifteen years, Zachary Taylor had personally experienced the magical ability to come back from the dead. With regards to Chen Mo's words, Zachary Taylor was now somewhat blindly believing it, just like Viktor and James.
Fifteen years might sound like a long time, but in Zachary Taylor's opinion, it was already very fast. In his original opinion, he estimated that he would have to wait until the twentieth century, or even the twenty-first century, before the slavery system in the United States could be completely overthrown.
For a system that was deeply rooted in a country and had been implemented for nearly a hundred years, and this system also involved the fundamental interests of the ruling half of the people within the country, it was definitely not something that could be changed overnight. Fifteen years was already very short.
Zachary Taylor could imagine that the next fifteen years would definitely not be peaceful. Just like Chen Mo said, politics and compromise couldn't solve the slave problem. The only way was war!
Only by defeating half of the United States could the slavery system be completely abolished!
The end of slavery would definitely be a great war that was larger in scale than the American-Mexican War, and at the same time, more tragic and magnificent!
"If you want, you can join the army with Viktor and James and personally end slavery!"
Chen Mo's words made Zachary Taylor's eyes light up involuntarily.
The reason why he was tired of war before was because he had been cheated by his own people, causing the soldiers under him to suffer heavy casualties. In addition, the American-Mexican War was actually a war of aggression. Although it was for the expansion of the country's territory, Zachary Taylor actually didn't feel much glory.
However, the war against the slave owners was for the unification of the motherland and the liberation of the people. Zachary Taylor felt the flames of war ignite in his heart once again.
However, fifteen years later, he would already be over eighty years old. How could he still go to the battlefield? Even if the war started earlier, his body wouldn't be able to withstand it.
Over the years, Zachary Taylor increasingly felt that his body was not as good as before. Although he was still considered strong among his peers, compared to when he was young, he was still rapidly deteriorating. This was also the reason why he didn't suspect that he had caught "malaria" and then "died of illness" in just a few days.
Moreover, it was hard to say whether he could live until that day. In this day and age, there weren't many people who could live to eighty years old.
Chen Mo looked at Zachary Taylor's eyes that lit up and then quickly dimmed. He felt the disappointment and regret in his heart and easily saw through his thoughts.
"If it's your body, it's not a problem. I can bring you back from the dead, so naturally, I can also restore your youth. In fact, you now have eternal life!"
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