In my new book, “Popes and Bankers,” I tell the story of how one hundred years ago this November, six faux duck hunters gathered on a small private island off the coast of Georgia.
The stealthy, incremental way in which the group plotted big government’s future set something of a blueprint for a century to come, one that Obama, Pelosi, Reid et al. have followed almost to the letter.
For at least four of the six, the descent to Georgia was draped in mystery. Each guest was instructed to show up at Hoboken Station and there board the private railroad car, blinds drawn, of Senator Nelson Aldrich.
Aldrich, they knew, was John D. Rockefeller’s man in the U.S. Senate. He and Henry Pomeroy Davison, a senior partner in the House of Morgan, would accompany them on the journey to a destination that had been secured by J. Pierpont Morgan himself.
