You go looking for one thing and you may or may not find it
but you will find something and that will lead you to something else and
something else and something else. Before you realize it, you’ve got a dozen
pages open and you don’t even remember what you were originally searching for.
Recently, while bouncing around the Internet —and I do mean
bouncing, I came across a war that to the best of my knowledge never made it
into the history books. At least none of the ones I had read.
This war preceded the French and Indian War (1754-63) that
was fought between the very organized and disciplined English and French forces
and their respective allies, the unorganized, undisciplined, sneak up behind
you and shoot you in the back Americans and Indians. It was called the “War of Jenkins’s Ear” (1739-1748) and fought between Spain and England, two naval
powers of the day, both with heavy investments in the New World.
Unlike the decade-long war we recently completed in Iraq,
there was very strong evidence leading up to the War of Jenkins’s Ear. There
was none of that “There might be WMD’s” or “We strongly believe that there are
WMD’s” or “There’s a very good outside chance that there are WMD’s somewhere
and once we get inside there we should be able to find them with any
luck—maybe.”
The grounds for getting into the War of Jenkins’s Ear began
on a much firmer footing. In March of 1738, Robert Jenkins marched before the
House of Parliament and threw his left ear on the table for all to see and
declared that the Spanish pirate, Julio Leon Fandino, commander of the Spanish
galleon, La Isabela, had boarded the British Brig Rebecca and cut
the damn thing off.
A year and a half later—or about ten times longer then it
took to debate the non-existent evidence that led to the Iraqi War—Britain
declared war on Spain. Interestingly enough, just as Parliament did not rush
off to war neither had Jenkins rushed off to Parliament when he had the chance.
The assault on his ear had taken place on April 9, 1731, seven years
earlier—272 years to the day before American soldiers cut down Saddam Hussein’s
statue from its pedestal. Some days in history are just busier than others. For
whatever reason, Jenkins had more or less sat on his ear for almost eight years
before finally demanding justice.
This war was fought mainly on the open seas but a little
fighting spilled over to colonial America, whose participation in the struggle
came down to clashes between Britain’s army in Georgia led by Governor/General
James Olgethorpe and the Spanish settlement in Florida.
Technically speaking, General Olgethorpe wasn’t a colonist
but a British general and for the most part he wasn’t even a good general, but
he was a good friend of John Adams and was sympathetic to the colonist’s
cause—and besides, no one was speaking technically in those days. And if he
hadn’t defeated the Spanish invasion of Georgia in 1742 after losing his own
British invasion of Florida two years earlier—well things might have been a
whole lot different. For starters, we’d have only twelve original colonies.
The world heard little more from Robert Jenkins after his
eight years and fifteen minutes of fame as he pretty much dropped out of sight;
and he continued to hear only half as much as he did before that fateful April
day when he met the pirate, Fandino.
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