My latest book
William Walker's Wars: How One Man's Private American Army Tried to Conquer Mexico, Nicaragua, and Honduras
In the decade before the onset of the Civil War, groups of Americans engaged in a series of longshot—and illegal—forays into Mexico, Central America, Cuba, and other countries, in hopes of taking them over. Known as military filibusters, the goal was to seize territory to create new independent fiefdoms, which would ultimately be annexed by the still-growing United States. Most failed miserably.
William Walker was the outlier. Short, slender, and soft-spoken with no military background—he trained as a doctor before becoming a lawyer and then a newspaper editor—Walker was an unlikely leader of rough-hewn men and adventurers. But in 1856 he managed to install himself as president of Nicaragua. Neighboring governments saw Walker as a risk to the region and worked together to drive him out—efforts aided, incongruously, by the United States' original tycoon, Cornelius Vanderbilt.
William Walker's Wars is a story of greedy dreams and ambitions, the fate of nations and personal fortunes, and the dark side of Manifest Destiny. For among Walker's many ambitions was to run his own empire based on slavery. This little-remembered story from US history is a cautionary tale of all who dream of empire.
Some views of the book:
"He was the ultimate illegal immigrant: a US citizen who wanted to be emperor of Latin America—and actually seized control of Nicaragua, causing an international crisis. Scott Martelle's page-turning account draws on thorough research to tell the story of William Walker as it has never been told before." — T. J. Stiles, winner of the Pulitzer Prize for The First Tycoon: The Epic Life of Cornelius Vanderbilt and Custer's Trials: A Life on the Frontier of a New America
"Scott Martelle has written a marvelous book that uncovers a little known and dark corner of American history, when men like William Walker invaded sovereign countries to grab land and expand slavery. In this well-researched tale, Martelle exposes the deep roots of American imperialism and how one arrogant man, convinced of his superiority and bluster, wreaked havoc on Central America." — Frances Dinkelspiel, author of Towers of Gold and Tangled Vines
"William Walker's Wars offers a gripping account of a forgotten and troubling slice of American history. Scott Martelle knows how to tell a story. Using a great mass of source materials and a novelist's eye for detail, he superbly explores the complex truths of Manifest Destiny and human ambition." — Jonathan Eig, author of Get Capone and Ali: A Life
"Revealing a chapter in American history that will be news to many, Martelle presents a well-written and researched narratiave, captivating in scope as it draws in many aspects of the antebellum U.S., including foreign policy, legal issues, and American business interests abroad. Concise yet brimming with facts, this is a gripping disclosure of individuals involved in the dark mission of unsanctioned imperialism." — James Pekoll, Booklist
"As Martelle (The Madman and the Assassin) recounts in this fascinating history, thousands of men down on their luck toward the end of the Gold Rush opted to chase another possible path to riches: follow 19th-century American adventurer William Walker through an unlikely series of exploits and intrigue that culminated in a despotic state... This mesmerizing cautionary tale is sure to fascinate armchair historians." — Publishers Weekly.
WITHIN THE STONE WALLS of the three-hundred-year-old Fortaleza de Santa Bárbara, dozens of men, some wearing rags and blood-soaked bandages, worked quietly in soft lamplight, their faces glistening with sweat from stress, humidity, and fever. They struggled to bend the barrels on rifles, drive spikes into the touchholes of cannons, and drench surplus gunpowder with water. Anything to ensure that the weapons they'd leave behind would be worthless to whichever enemy took over—the Honduran soldiers just beyond rifle range, or British marines from the HMS Icarus at anchor nearby in the warm Caribbean waters.
Not all of the men were fit enough to flee, though. Bullet wounds immobilized three of them, and illness incapacitated three others, including a New York Herald journalist sent to write about the adventurers. A surgeon and an aide would likewise remain behind to oversee their care in a makeshift hospital ward created by stringing hammocks across a large room. All of them were given a gun and a small reserve of ammunition in case they needed to defend themselves against an attack, but their plan was to beg mercy from whoever arrived first.
As the weapon wreckers worked, William Walker—a short slip of a man with light blond hair and eerily expressionless gray eyes—moved among the hammocks to offer thanks and final words of encouragement to the sick and the wounded. Even though they were Walker's men—his soldiers, really—he barely knew most of them. But one, Colonel Thomas Henry, had been a close confidant and strategic adviser, and Walker spent a few extra minutes with him, speaking softly into his ear above the gaping, maggoty wound where his jaw had been shot away. Walker asked whether Henry had uncovered any information that would help them track down José Trinidad Cabañas, the former Honduran president now waging an insurrection against the current government. Henry, numbed by morphine, scrawled an answer on a piece of paper: Cabañas would be found somewhere along the Río Negro (now the Río Seco), about forty miles east of Trujillo. Walker whispered a few more words, then rushed the visit to an end.
The weapons sabotaged and a path forward determined, Walker ordered his remaining men—about seventy of them in various states of health and strength—to gather on the fort's parade grounds. Showing unusual discipline for such a ragtag squadron, the men quietly assembled a little after midnight then followed Walker through the ancient fort's main gate and over empty streets before disappearing into the jungle.
Skulking off in the middle of the night had not been in Walker's plans. He'd left New Orleans nearly three months earlier expecting to take over the small Caribbean island of Ruatan, less than fifty miles off Trujillo, at the invitation of English residents who feared for their futures once Great Britain fulfilled a treaty promise and turned the island over to Honduras. But Walker's infamy preceded him. After learning he was in the area, the British delayed the handover, leaving the Union Jack fluttering high above the island's main settlement, Coxen Hole. Walker neither wanted nor could win a battle against British warships, so he decided instead to seize Trujillo and from there invade Nicaragua, his ultimate target all along. But that plan ran into trouble, too, with the arrival of the Icarus and a demand from its captain that Walker and his men surrender. Instead, they ran.