Track 24: 73-73. Jefferson vs. Burr. The deadlock. Burr waits in NYC; he doesn't campaign.
73 to 73.
A tie.
A constitutional crisis.
The people voted for the party, not the man.
But the ballot didn't follow the plan.
Jefferson and I are locked in a stall.
And the House of Representatives makes the call.
The Federalists are watching, licking their lips.
They control the lame-duck house, holding the chips.
They hate Jefferson. They fear his creed.
They look at me… and they plant a seed.
"Burr could be President."
"Burr could be the one."
"He’s not a fanatic. He’s not a gun."
"He’s a pragmatist. He’s a deal-maker."
"Maybe he’s the better risk-taker."
The Tie.
The Tie.
It hangs in the air like a lie.
Jefferson wants me to step aside.
"Declare your loyalty! swallow your pride!"
But why should I? I won the state!
I am the reason we’re even in this debate!
If the House chooses me, who am I to say no?
I will let the constitutional process flow.
I sit in New York. I don't write a word.
I let the rumors fly like a bird.
Silence is a weapon.
Silence is a shield.
I will not fight.
But I will not yield.
The Tie.
The Tie.
It hangs in the air like a lie.
73 to 73.
What will it be?
What will it be?
February.
Snow.
Washington DC.
Let the voting begin.