3. The “Cotton Kingdom” Comes to the Pelham Farm

In 1853, when I was fourteen, the ‘Cotton Kingdom’ was booming across the Deep South, all the way from South Carolina to Texas. With the price of cotton so high that it finally became profitable to grow in the upcountry, my father decided to become a cotton planter.

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This Ain’t Your Grandfather’s Confederate Bullshit!

I was dubbed the “gallant Pelham” by General Robert E. Lee of the Confederate States of America, and subsequently got myself killed fighting for that terrible cause, maybe the worst cause that ever was.  We can all thank God it became known as the “lost cause.”

This is one in a collection of excerpts from an upcoming series of historical fiction that tells my life story and confronts the darkest side of the antebellum South: how slavery and the sexual exploitation of the antebellum plantation system defined manhood for generations and led to the death and destruction of the Civil War. 

What Others are Saying About The Gallant Pelham

The Gallant Pelham

You might say I sold my soul to the devil.

History remembers me as a hardcore rebel fighter and even “the stud of the Confederacy,” but the truth is more complicated than that.  Despite being an abolitionist sympathizer who knew the Cotton Kingdom’s war on behalf of slavery was evil, I sold my soul to the devil in exchange for fame, glory and sexual conquest.  By the time I died a so-called hero, I had become the Confederacy’s poster boy and was anointed a veritable “prince of the South.” In truth, I was a deeply flawed young man struggling with my own demons—some of the same demons that are still afflicting America today.