
Thomas Jonathan "Stonewall"
Jackson
1824 - 1863
Thomas
Jonathan Jackson was born on January 21, 1824, in Clarksburg, Virginia
(now West Virginia). His father, a lawyer, died when young Thomas was
six and the death left the family impoverished. His mother later remarried
but her new husband didn’t like her children, and young Thomas was sent
to live with relatives.
By pure luck, Thomas was appointed to the U.S. Military Academy
at West Point. The cadet that he replaced stayed only one day before he
decided that military life was not for him. Young Thomas was so shy and
modest in his ways that his classmates didn’t even notice him for the
first six months. What they saw first was that the new plebe was a very
strange person indeed.
Even at this young
age, Jackson was already a dedicated hypochondriac. He believed that he
was suffering from an unusual arrangement of his organs that forever prescribed
the way he must sit or stand. For instance, he never bent over because
he believed he would be inadvertently compressing something vital. He
always assumed a stiff upright posture when sitting. This, of course,
set very well with the military bearing of the Academy, but few realized
Jackson assumed to posture because he didn’t want to accidentally bend
his innards.
Jackson had a repertoire
of eccentricities that would be a psychiatrist's delight -- if there were
any psychiatrists in those days. He imagined his body to be off balance
and he would stand for hours with his right arm over his head to regain
his harmony. He was not the best student, but he had plenty of what the
academy desired most -- discipline. Upper classman Ulysses Grant at first
took him for a military fanatic, as did many other cadets. But eventually,
in spite of Jackson’s strange behavior, Grant came to respect the man.
“He lived by his maxims,” Grant said later.
Among some of his
contradictions in life, Jackson owned slaves, but conducted a Sunday school
for slaves, as he was concerned for their souls. Even though it
was against the law for slaves to be educated at that time, Jackson taught
slaves to read so they could study the Bible, thus risking arrest for
himself and the slaves. During the war, Jackson occasionally sent
money back home to support the black Sunday school class he had established.
Jackson graduated
the Academy in 1846 standing 17th in a class of 59. At the time the Mexican
War was just beginning. He served in that conflict for two years, in the
artillery, then was assigned to the Carlisle Barracks in Pennsylvania.
But the peacetime army was not to Jackson’s liking and he resigned his
commission in 1851 to accept a teaching position at the Virginia Military
Institute in Lexington. Thought strange by cadets, he earned “Tom Fool
Jackson” and “Old Blue Light” as nicknames.
Jackson’s summer vacations
from teaching were often spent vacationing in the North and in Europe
where his interests were aroused in art and culture rather than military
or political aspects. This somewhat calm, domestic period in his life
came to a close on April 21, 1861 when he was ordered to go to Richmond
as part of the cadet corps. Since military aspirations had faded from
his life, he was virtually unknown in this sphere.
Upon the outbreak of the War for Southern Independence he
was commissioned a colonel in the Virginia forces and dispatched to Harpers
Ferry where he was active in organizing the raw recruits until relieved
by Joe Johnston. Leaving Harpers Ferry, his brigade moved with Johnston
to join Beauregard at Manassas. In the fight at 1st Manasses
they were so distinguished that both the brigade and its commander were
dubbed “Stonewall” by General Barnard Bee. The 1st Brigade
was the only Confederate brigade to have its nickname become its official
designation.
That fall Jackson was given command of the Shenandoah Valley
with a promotion to major general. Jackson led Union troops on a merry
chase. His hard hitting victories at Front Royal, Winchester, Cross Keys
and Port Republic went far in giving the Union Army an inferiority complex.
He would probably have raised a lot more dust in the valley had it not
been that Robert E. Lee ordered him to the Peninsula in Eastern Virginia
where 100,000 Union troops under General George McClelland were poised
to attack.
A religious man, Jackson always regretted having fought on
a Sunday. In May Jackson defeated Fremont’s advance at McDowell and later
that month launched a brilliant campaign that kept several Union commanders
in the area off balance. Detached from Lee, Jackson swung off to the north
to face John Pope’s army and after a slipshod battle at Cedar Mountain,
slipped behind Pope and captured his Manassas junction supply base. He
then hid along an incomplete branch of railroad and awaited Lee and Longstreet.
Attacked before they arrived, he held on until Longstreet could launch
a devastating attack which brought a second Manassas victory.
By now, Jackson was a formidable physical presence -- taller
than the average soldier. He was quiet, full-bearded with piercing green-gray
eyes and a long face. In the invasion of Maryland, Jackson was detached
to capture Harpers Ferry and was afterwards distinguished at Sharpsburg
with Lee. He was disappointed with the victory at Fredericksburg because
it could not be followed up. In
his greatest day he led his corps around the Union right flank at Chancellorsville
and routed the 11th Corps. Reconnoitering that night, he was
returning to his own lines when he was mortally wounded by some of his
own men. He lost his left arm, but it was thought that Jackson would recover.
However he died of complications eight days later.
Lee wrote of him with deep feeling: “He has lost his left
arm; but I have lost my right arm.” A superb commander, he had several
faults. Personnel problems haunted him, as in the feuds with Loring and
with Garnett after Kernstown. His choices for promotion were often not
first rate. He did not give his subordinates enough latitude, which denied
them the training for higher positions under Lee’s loose command style.
There was great wailing and gnashing of teeth in the South
when Jackson died. Lee never did get over the shock and one can only wonder,
when Gettysburg was fought two months later, if the outcome of the war
might have been much different with Jackson on the field. Some scholars
say no. Some say the South would have won in Pennsylvania.
Jackson was a Southern hero, and in spite of his
eccentricities, he was loved and respected by his soldiers. His religiosity
was constant in all facets of his life. Next to Robert E. Lee himself,
Thomas J. Jackson is the most revered of all Confederate commanders. Stonewall
Jackson is buried in Lexington, Virginia.
See also: Stonewall
Jackson, Champion of Black Literacy
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