I was gratified, amused and surprised the other day when one of my relatives gave me a legal diary that had been in the possession of my great-grandfather, Frederick Tupper Saussy (1875-1956). I don't know who wrote it: the printed headings on each page give dates for 1881, which someone has corrected to 1888; ink and penmanship seem nineteenth-century (pencil and steel pen rather than fountain pen; fine spidery script). That would make it the property of Joachim Radcliffe Saussy (1835-1912) or his son, another Joachim who went by the name of John. Maybe it was a logbook kept in the offices of Saussy & Saussy, Savannah, Georgia? The entries are mostly outlines of pleadings and lists of analogous cases. And the first entry reads as follows:
When I think about tippling, various kinds of uncertainty come to mind, but my ancestor had a serious purpose.
A lot of pernicious nonsense has been circulated in the last few decades about the Founders' determination to create a Christian commonwealth. On questioning, advocates of this legal philosophy usually shrink back to the position that, well, their moral and ethical ideas were characteristic of the Christian tradition, and the domination of Christianity at the time was undoubted-- a weak enough position for anyone who reads around in the eighteenth century or knows the Sunday morning habits of George Washington. This old legal diary startled and delighted me for its proof that pragmatic secularism and awareness of religious difference were alive and well in Savannah circa 1900, not the first place I would go looking for evidence of such tendencies. (Ours is anything but a red-diaper family.) In particular, I appreciated the thought that went into this little argument about a not very momentous issue (the right to sell liquor by the drink on Sunday): the distinction between “Sunday” and “Sabbath,” which reminds us that there are people, Jews and Adventists for example, for whom the words are not synonymous; the reference to the Constitutional separation of church and state, which implies that religious calendrics have no role in determining civil obligations; and the “law of the land” argument which takes us back to 1796 and the United States' first experience in negotiating with a religious “other,” the Bey of Algiers. The Treaty of Tripoli engages our diplomacy on a firm secular footing:
And that's as it should be, because when people don't agree about the ultimate basis of right or the ultimate grounding of authority, and they think it matters, they have no business dealing with each other because sooner or later they will feel duty-bound to destroy each other. The incapacity to negotiate which the Treaty of Tripoli brushed to the side is reflected in miniature in the city of Savannah's fumbling with the term “Sabbath.” I don't know if Mr. Hussey won his claim, or if my ancestor was his attorney, but his willingness to test the boundaries of the law brought something good to everybody's sabbath day. Worth lifting a glass to, I think.