What was Jefferson's relationship with his wife like?
Thomas Jefferson in his own thoughts and words, did not believe his life had started until he met his wife. In Martha “Patty” Wayles Skelton, Thomas Jefferson found a woman who spoke his language. She was five and half years younger than her new husband and she was beautiful, musically inclined, well-read–he adored her. Patty and Thomas both shared tastes in literature and wife-ranging conversation. One described the Jeffersons “A couple… well calculated and disposed to communicate knowledge and pleasure.” Their nights were filled with music, wine and talk–they talked of everything. He confided in her about politics. A granddaughter recalled of Patty’s “passionate attachment” to Jefferson and her “exalted opinion of him.”Jefferson’s “conduct as a husband had been admirable in its ensemble, charming in its detail.”
“But it was always so with him,” Mrs. Jefferson is said to have remarked, “he is so good himself, that he cannot understand how bad other people may be.” Mr. Jefferson once gently rebuked her for reminding eldest daughter, Patsy, of an old childhood crime. “My dear, a fault in so young a child once punished should be forgotten.” Patty had a temper but in her relationship with her husband, was “completely subdued by her exceeding affection for him.” Patty could reassure and clam her husband, who was given to worry and restlessness. Easing Thomas Jefferson’s emotional tension was a difficult task, one that she was fluent in.
Jefferson undertook legal work for John Wayles (father of Patty) beginning in 1768. The widow immediately was appealing to Jefferson. At first it was a pursuit in which he worked for and by 1771, he was in full press. He wrote a romantic and poetical description of her to a correspondent. A pair of competing suitors once arrived at the Forest (the Wayles’s plantation), where they heard Patty and Thomas playing and singing beautifully together. Looking at one another, the two callers were said to have recognized the inevitable and departed without announcing themselves (Meacham 56). Jefferson was determined to to have her and to five her the best of everything.
Thomas Jefferson married Martha Wayles Skelton on New Year’s day 1772. He was twenty-eight; she was twenty-three. The Anglican ceremony was held at her father’s house and the celebrations ran for several days. On their marriage license, dated December 20, 1771, Jefferson mistakenly referred to her as a “spinster” and crossed it out and inserted “widow”. Their first child, Martha, nicknamed Patsy, was born at one in the morning of Sunday, September 27th, 1772. The Jeffersons remained at the Forest for some day before setting out for Monticello through ever-worsening snowy weather. As they approached for Monticello through worsening snowy weather. As they approached Shadwell (Jefferson’s childhood home) and Monticello, the snow had grown too deep for their phaeton to continue. He and Patty then got on horseback and pressed on through the forest, wind, ice, snow and gathering darkness (Meacham 58). A sunset, they began their ascent, slowly and miserably taking the mountain’s 867 feet. When the arrived, they were found unexpected and the fires were out. Their was a bottle of wine left out.
After a week or so they moved on to Elk Hill which belonged to Patty. Patty Jefferson was a careful housekeeper. She saw to fresh supplies of meat, eggs, butter and fruit; while also supervising the making of beer and soap. She personally directed the work of the kitchen on more sophisticated foods. “Mrs. Jefferson would come out there with a cookery book in her hand and read out of it to Isaac’s mother how to make cakes, tarts and so on,” recalled Isaac Granger Jefferson, a slave of Monticello. A German officer, founding the Jeffersons charming and engaging. Patty Jefferson gave birth to a second daughter on Sunday, April 3rd, 1774. She was named Jane Jefferson. Jefferson proved an attentive husband and father. His book notes that purchase of “breast pipes” glass devices that were used in the breastfeeding of infants. Martha’s account book tracks her daily work, including supervising the slaughter of ducks, turkeys, hogs, sheep and lambs. She also managed the slaves in the household.
After taking leave of his duties, Thomas spent much of September 1775 at Monticello with his family. Tragically, their daughter Jane at only a year and a half, died. After her loss, his letters home were marked with an almost obsessive concern for Patty and little Patsy (Meacham 93). Arriving back in Philadelphia, Jefferson returned to his work, but his mind was still on Patty. It was during this time that he confided with her on political matters. Patty fell ill and all he got in return was silence with no word from her. Tuesday, October 31st, 1775, he was even more worried: “I have set apart nearly one day in every week since I came here to write letters”. Eight day later he was desperate: “I have never received the scrip of a pen from any moral in Virginia since I left it, nor been able by any enquirers I could make to hear of my family”. Topped with the overwhelming anxiety of a possible British invasion of Virginia; he was beset from each side. Jefferson made plans for Patty and his family to escape in the event of violence, plans that included his joining them in presumably safe territory. He began to think of inoculating his family against smallpox.
Patty stayed in Virginia and due to her health, she was unable to travel. “I am here in the same uneasy anxious state in which I was the last fall without Mrs. Jefferson who would not come with me.” In 1776, with Jefferson at work in the Continental Congress, Patty suffered a miscarriage. Thomas was unable to rest easy about his wife, desperately watching out for letters from her hand. Jefferson hated not hearing, and he feared the worst. Patty Jefferson was a good and loving wife. Jefferson’s own sisters fells for Patty as well, “she commanded his respect by her good sense and domestic virtue, and his admiration and love by her wit, her vivacity, and her agreeable person and manners. Drawn to public life, he still longed to be home with her family. His wife’s health remained such a concern that Jefferson sought to leave Philadelphia to return to Patty in Virginia: “I receive by every post such accounts of the state of Mrs. Jefferson’s health, that it will be impossible for me to disappoint her expectation of seeing me and the time I have promised, which supposed my leaving this place on the 11th of next month.” Jefferson wrote Richard Henry Lee, begging him to relieve him of his duty.
Finally, Jefferson was relieved and rode from Philadelphia to Monticello in early autumn of 1776. He was relived to be with his wife and with Patsy. He spent his non-working hours with his family. Though, Jefferson faced another decision, the congress requested reliable men to represent America’s interests in France and elected a delegation to go to Paris to make an alliance between the France and the Americans. One was Thomas Jefferson and he asked his messenger to await his reply. Given to Patty’s health, she could not go to France. Thomas gave his choice–he would not go. May 28th, 1777, Patty gave birth to a son. The little boy only lived seventeen days. If they gave him a name, it is not recorded. Patty was soon pregnant again. August 1st, 1778, she gave birth to a daughter, Mary “Polly” Jefferson.
Despite her illness and pregnancies, Patty Jefferson reminded resilient and recorded the domestic details of life at Monticello in an account book. When governor of Virginia in 1781, the British troops began moving towards Richmond on Friday, January 5th. Robert Hemings and James Hemings drove Patty and the rest of the Jefferson family to safety at a piece of property Jefferson owned on Fine Creek, west of the capital. Lucy Elizabeth, born six months prior, died at about ten in the morning in April 1781. Jefferson chose to stay with Patty the next week after the death, declining to attend a meeting of the state council (Meacham 137). When the British marched on Monticello he summoned a carriage for his family and sent them to a nearby plantation for safety. Jefferson caught up with the family much later and they sought refuge at Polar Forest. Patty soon added a new member to the family; Lucy Elizabeth, after the sister who had recently died. Her condition was terrible, but it only worsened.
Martha “Patty” Jefferson was dying. By early summer 1782, she was confined to her bed. Days passed to months and Jefferson “was never out.” He was either at her bed or in a small room nearby that opened onto hers. “Her eyes ever rested on him, ever followed him.” According to family, “When he spoke, no other sound could reach her ear of attract her attention. When she waked from slumber she looked momentarily alarmed and distressed, and even appeared to be frightened, if the customary form was not bending over her, the customary look upon her.” She had the strength enough to begin writing some lines from Sterne–they were from Tristram Shady–on a small piece of paper.
Time wastes too fast: every letter
I trace tells me with what rapidity
Life follows my pen. The days and hours
Of it are flying over our heads like
Clouds of windy day never return–
More every thing presses on–
She faded at this point and Thomas finished the passage for her:
Time I kiss thy hand to bid adieu, every absence which
Follow it, are preludes to that eternal separation
Which we are shortly to make!
Sterne’s message here is tragic, unrelenting so, for even moments of human communion and love are seen not as fulfilling in themselves but ephemeral: a stark yet realistic vision of life. Nearly noon on Friday, September 6th, 1782, when the end arrived. “When she came to the children, she wept and could not speak for some time. Finally she held up her hand, and… told him she could not die happy if she thought her… children were ever to have a stepmother brought in over them.” Patty was only thinking of her children and their happiness. At a quarter to twelve on that Friday, Patty Jefferson died. In the final moments, Thomas’s sister Martha Carr had to help the grieving husband from his wife’s bedside. He was “in a state of insensibility”, when she got him out of the room and to the library, where he fainted. Thomas stayed unconscious for such an extended period of time that they all feared he would not wake.
When he did some to, he was incoherent and surrendered to grief and possibly–rage. The is a hint that he lost all control in the calamity of Patty’s death. According to Patsy, “The scene that followed I did not witness… but the violence of his emotion, when, almost by stealth, I entered his room by night, to this day I dare not describe to myself.” He kept in his room for three weeks and “walked incessantly night and day, only laying down occasionally, when nature was completely exhausted, on a pallet that had been brought in during his long fainting fits.” The Jefferson sisters even came. He could not remain still and would ride out on horseback, “rambling” and venturing on the least worn paths. “In those melancholy rambled I was his constant companion–a solitary witness to many a burst of grief, the remembrance of which had consecrated particular scenes of that lost home beyond the power of time to obliterate.”
There were rumors that he was nearing madness. “Martha Jefferson… intermarried with Thomas Jefferson January 1st, 1772; torn from him by death September 6th, 1782″ was a part of what was written on her grave stone. A month later, he alluded that he was suicidal: “This miserable existence is really too burdensome to be borne,” he wrote, “and were it not for the infidelity of deserting the sacred charge left me, I could not wish its continuance a moment.” His world seemed to have died with Patty, “All my plans of comfort and happiness revered by a single event and nothing answering in prospect before me but a gloom unbrightened with one cheerful expectation,” he wrote his sister-in-law Elizabeth Eppes. He would endure life for Patsy, Polly and Lucy. “I will endeavor to… keep what I feel to myself that I may not dispirit you from a communication with us,” he told. “I say nothing of coming to Eppington because I promised you this should not be till I could support such a countenance as might not cast a damp on the cheerfulness of others.”
In this period of blinding grief, he burnt everything and anything that reminded him of his late wife. Almost every letter ever written, every portrait and most everything in her hand was tossed to the flames as if an effort to erase the fact she was ever event there–this erasing gesture did not prevail. Later offered again the position as Ambassador to France, he quickly excepted–wishing to get away from Monticello and out of the shadow of a woman. During the 1790s, he would rebuild Monticello and the place where they used to live together. Thomas Jefferson kept his promise to his wife and he never married.
When Danny slipped through the wall into the mayor’s office, it was nearly one in the morning. Despite the hour, Amity Park’s mayor - Vlad Masters - was sitting at his desk sorting through papers.
“Daniel,” Vlad greeted, glancing up. Despite the fact that Danny was invisible, Vlad’s eyes zeroed in on him with disturbing accuracy. “It’s well past your curfew.”
Danny scowled and crossed his arms, letting himself become visible. “I was at the hospital.”
“Ah yes. How is your friend doing?” Vlad went back to making stacks of papers.
“Seven broken bones, a punctured lung, and a severe concussion,” Danny stated. When Vlad had zero reaction, Danny threw his hands into the air. “Seriously? Have have nothing to say about that?”
“What would you like me to say?”
“Like, an apology? A tiny bit of remorse? Some semblance of humanity?” Danny stalked forwards, grabbing onto the back of one of the chairs positioned in front of Vlad’s desk. “It’s completely your fault he’s-”
Howard Shaw (1847-1919) was one of leaders of the women’s
suffrage movement in the United States. She was also the first woman ordained
as a minister in the Methodist church.
During her time studying at Boston University as the
only female student among more than forty men in her class, she became
passionate about women’s rights issues. She served as the president of the
National Women Suffrage Association for 11 years, leading the campaign to
provide women with the constitutional right to vote. She was the head of the
Women’s Committee of the United States Council of National Defense during World
War I, and received the Distinguished Service Medal for her efforts, the first
woman to receive the honour.
The Supreme Council of the Republic of Lithuania, expressing the will of the nation, decrees and solemnly proclaims that the execution of the sovereign powers of the State of Lithuania abolished by foreign forces in 1940, is re-established, and henceforth Lithuania is again an independent state.
The Act of Independence of February 16, 1918 of the Council of Lithuania and the Constituent Assembly decree of May 15, 1920 on the re-established democratic State of Lithuania never lost their legal effect and comprise the constitutional foundation of the State of Lithuania.
The territory of Lithuania is whole and indivisible, and the constitution of no other State is valid on it.
The State of Lithuania stresses its adherence to universally recognized principles of international law, recognizes the principle of inviolability of borders as formulated in the Final Act of the Conference on Security and Co-operation in Europe in Helsinki in 1975, and guarantees human, civil, and ethnic community rights.
The Supreme Council of the Republic of Lithuania, expressing sovereign power, by this Act begins to realize the complete sovereignty of the state.
I find myself in agreement with the Socialism/Anarchism/Communism Facebook page very often, being a Libertarian Marxist/Luxemburgist myself. This description of their Libertarian Marxism is generally what I also think should happen in a broader context of anti-capitalist transformation, left unity, and the transition to socialism.
One of the central reasons why attempts at socialism have given rise to state capitalism and concentrated power has to do with the fact that these attempts were situated in countries that had not gone through analogous stages of late capitalism to build up their infrastructures, alongside the attempts being actively sabotaged by capitalist powers. If you’re on the cusp of feudalism and early capitalism as Russia was, for example, it’s understandable that a revolution focused at socialism would instead devolve into a scenario where the the state takes over the means of production and assumes the functions of capital, all so that infrastructure can be built up to de facto post-scarcity late capitalism and attempts at socialism can be handled far more adeptly. (I still argue that a mutualist or market socialist setup is a better mechanism to both build up infrastructure (since, structurally, you still have the analogous production-for-profit, markets, and competition that are also found in capitalism) and to train/prepare people for full production-for-need socialism through a flatter base, alongside the fact that the fruits from surplus labor value wouldn’t go to an isolated owner/bureaucrat class and could instead be managed by the people themselves – hell, it would probably be a faster process to reach a point of general post-scarcity, since you cut out the capitalist middlemen and instead get to see the benefits more universally realized. Dialectically, it could fulfill the need for liberalism before socialism; humanistically, it would result in far less oppression, poverty, and death. But I digress.) Ultimately, state capitalism and concentrated power do not lay the groundwork for an eventual scenario where the state could wither away; there would in effect need to be a true socialist revolution to transition out of state capitalism and its analogous “bourgeois epoch".
If a state is to exist at all in a post-capitalist world, it should be there to help ease and defend the transition, and it should not take over the functions of capital nor suppress attempts at anarchist/autonomous organization. If the state is to ever wither away, the economic base it reinforces must be as horizontal as possible – that’s where direct democratic worker councils come into play; if infrastructure still needs to be built up through an analogous liberal system, then mutualism or market socialism should take precedent (and from there, a transition to for-need socialism could be relatively smooth). Either way, a classless economic base – whether it be in production-for-need socialism or in production-for-profit mutualism – is an indispensable prerequisite for a scenario where the state can actually wither away, as opposed to a scenario where the forceful rupture of power by the people is still necessary (as it would be if the state reinforced a vertical economic base in a state capitalist context).
The absolute horrific state of the council chambers after the epic brawl between Kerrwynn and Kurel, which had reportedly been sanctioned and encouraged by Lord Frostblade while drunk? Well, it was met quite quietly, though with a very clear message sent to all Scions in the form of their unusual morning breakfast in the lodge. Porridge alone. Not even salted.
Though the council chambers themselves had been cleared out, cleaned, a neat box of books that had been destroyed versus books that were still in tact sitting outside the door with a ledger of titles of tomes needing to be replaced, any fragment of wood or drop of blood having been swept and scrubbed during the midnight hours. The room awaited its restoration of furniture and while it didn’t smell as horrid as it had last night of sweat, blood, piss and charred remains of furniture, it did smell heavily of astringent cleaners.
The coffee was also less than robust in flavor and the bread, fruit and cheese tray had not been laid out just yet. From the looks of it, this was the equivalent of Maggie ‘berzerking’.
Maggie hadn’t even said a word to him that morning. He could usually hear the matron’s smile in her taunting fan-girling of ‘Cuur-ely’ and she always presented him with a heavy trey of breakfast, meant for two. Not this morning. This morning, when his jog ended in the kitchen as it always did he found himself having to drink directly from the sink rather than presented with a glass of iced water. There was a clink! on the counter beside him as Maggie swept in and then away. Not even a brush to his arm or hand to offer a good morning.
He had become spoiled and washed in the royal living style that Erudition provided with its linen cleaners, cooks and servants. So it was something of confusion that over took him, as he failed to put the pieces together. That his fist fight with Kerrwynn– who had instigated the entire matter – which left the Council Chambers looking like the Barren’s after Deathwing’s Sunder had upset Maggie to such a degree that she was not just scolding, but practically castrating through the only means she knew how.
And it was super effective.
The porridge smelled like nothing. It could have smelled like anything and that would have made it just slightly appetizing, but the fact it had no smell what so ever, was questionable. Even the way the spoon felt through it as he stirred the slop was off putting. He brought just one bite up to taste of the smallest quantity, only to grudgingly leave it in the sink and leave Erudition.
Despite all the chaos. The impending threats of Sunspire’s complete annihilation. The murder of Celestine Winter’s in The Broken Chain. The flooding of captains and ships back to port to prepare for her defense of an invasion and the resignation of Blaque, Kurel made his way to a place he had not visited in months. The Lustrous Pearl.
It wasn’t Wednesday which meant the gallons of meat stew and vegetables was nearly a week old, but anything with a flavor– even a rotten one – was worth eating over Maggie’s cold war punishments. The Madame of the whore house was surprised to find in the nearly empty courtyard of her establishment the hornless blind captain waiting. She dipped a ladle into a deep iron pot on the counter and filled a wooden bowl. The swish of fabric her overly worn dress made alerted Kurel to her presence, before the overly salted broth was set before him.
“I was starting to believe that there were no services for me to provide for you, Trade Lord.” She said as she took a seat to the right of his chair. “You are either bored or being unjustly punished.”
Kurel smirked as he sat forward, picking up the bowl between both hands and set his focus square on the woman. “I think the unjus’ly par’ may be up for argumen’. If anythin’,” he said with a raise of his bowl in a grateful toast to her hospitality, if even that hospitality tasted like bog water. “I appreciate the savin’.”
I realize that this graphic is hard to read and a bit too MS Paint-y for the taste of some, but I wanted to create a chart for people who may have wanted some basic political-economy, spanning capitalism to communism, graphed out. Some things to keep in mind:
I’m using the Marxist-Luxemburgist conceptions of socialism and communism. Decentralized democratic worker councils managing the economy in a context where the state may still exist is a very council communist///libertarian Marxist path, so I realize that it may not sync up with everyone’s views on the socialism/communism question.
By “epoch of liberalism”, I mean an era of history where concern for individual accumulation stunts human development and where objects dominate humans – i.e. competition and a wider market economy. Production takes place for the sake of accumulation of profit, not for the sake of social utility or individual passion.
By extension, the “epoch of liberationism” is an era of social development where people can finally produce for use and disregard the antiquated ebb and flow of “profitability” and the market forces. Communities coordinate what, where, and how to produce democratically and arrive at conclusions for how to tally production.
I still hold to the belief that mutualism is fundamentally the true “mix of capitalism and socialism” that liberals assume of social democracy. Merging the markets of capitalism and the flat organizational structure of socialism, you’re left with the best possible system that can still be described as “liberal” in certain respects. (It’s for this reason that I think it should take the place of mid- and late-stage capitalism in the dialectical development of societies that haven’t yet reached a level of abundance necessary for socialism. It could be a case of Monday morning quarterback, however, since we do currently have the abundance necessary for international socialism, but I still stand by this “analogous liberal system” idea if necessary.)
And finally, I of course mean “class stratification” and “classlessness” in the Marxian sense, with regard to a division between elite property-owners who buy labor and dispossessed workers/users who sell labor. Classlessness does not mean that everyone must have the same amount of stuff; it simply means that the sources of wealth are held in common and private property is abolished. General social egalitarianism is implied, but it doesn’t mean that there must be a strict code where everyone has the exact same stuff (or amountof stuff).
The Crown Princess of Denmark recycled a black and white Temperley London gown twice. She first wore it for the Arts and Culture Evening on March 15, 2016 and then for the State Council Dinner on March 22, 2017.
“Patriotism. There’s a word thrown around a lot. It inspires passionate debate. It’s worn like a badge of honor, and with good reason. Cause it means love and devotion for one’s country. Love?
For a word to designed to unite, it can also be pretty divisive. See, there’s more to patriotism than flag-sequined onsies and rodeos and quadruple cheeseburgers. Patriotism is love for a country. Not just pride in it. But what really makes up this country of ours? What is it we love?
It’s more than just a huge rock full of animals like cougars and eagles, right?
It’s the people.
Do me a favor. Close your eyes for a second. I want to try something out.
Picture the average U.S. citizen. Think about it. How old are they? What’s their hair like? How much can they bench? You got one? Okay.
So chances are, the person you’re picturing right now looks a little different than the real average American. There are 319 million U.S. citizens. 51% are female. So first off, the average American is a woman. Cool, huh? Is that what you pictured?
54 million are Latino. 40 million senior citizens. 27 million are disabled. 18 million are Asian. That’s more people in the U.S. than play football and baseball combined.
9 million are lesbian, gay, bi, transgender – more than the entire amount of people that live in the state of Virginia.
Around 10 million are redhead, 5.1 million play Ultimate frisbee and 3.5 million are Muslim… triple the number of people currently serving in the United States military.
Almost half the country belongs to minority groups. People who are lesbian, African-American and bi and transgender and Native American and proud of it.
We know that labels don’t devalue us, they help define us. Keeping us dialed into our cultures and our beliefs in who we are – as Americans.
After all, what’s more American than freedom to celebrate the things that make us: us.
I mean, it’s stitched into the stars and stripes of this country. From the Constitution to Gettysburg, to our motto, “E Pluribus Unum” – “From Many, One”.
It’s even in our country’s name: the UNITED States.
This year, patriotism shouldn’t just be about pride of country. It should be about love. Love beyond age, disability, sexuality, race, religion and any other labels.
Because the second any of us judge people based on those labels? We’re not really being patriotic, are we?
So let’s try this one more time. Close your eyes.
Picture the average Joe or Joan or Juan or Jean-Luc. The real people who make America, America.
And this year, maybe you feel the urge to don those star-spangled shorts and set off fireworks the size of my biceps and show love for our country?
Remember that to love America is to love all Americans.
Because love has no labels.” - John Cena for Ad Council, Love Has No Labels.
I’m not American, nor do I live in the United States but this video really got to me. To say I like this video is an understatement.
A/N: I combined both requests they gave me to lighten my work load.
p.s: this made me really sad because imagining Obi-Wan turn to the Dark Side is just the worst thing every because he so good and follows all the rules. But i also loved writing it because sith!obi-wan is pretty rad tbh.
Imagine: Obi-Wan turns to the dark side. He tries to seduce you to go with him, knowing you still loved him.
You could feel the darkness surrounding him. You could feel the shroud of chaos engulfing his mind. It scared you. Obi-Wan had never acted like this before and it scared you.
The dark hood that was thrown over his head covered his face. And the eyes that peered from under the mask were not the comforting baby blue you had always known. Instead they were a dark midnight blue that frightened you to your very core.
“Obi-Wan,” you murmured, looking at the carnage surrounding you. “What have you done?”
Due to national security concerns, the use of geographic information in China is restricted to entities that obtain a special authorization from the administrative department for surveying and mapping under the State Council. Consequences of the restriction include fines for unauthorized surveys, lack of geotagging information on many cameras when the GPS chip detects a location within China, incorrect alignment of street maps with satellite maps in various applications, and seeming unlawfulness of crowdsourced mapping efforts such as OpenStreetMap.
Trump summons entire Senate to WH briefing on N. Korea
Washington D.C. [U.S.A.], April 25 (ANI): The entire U.S. Senate will go to the White House on Wednesday to be briefed by senior administration officials about the brewing confrontation with North Korea.
The unusual briefing underlines the urgency with which the Trump administration is treating the threat posed by Pyongyang’s continuing development of nuclear weapons and missile technology, The Guardian reports.
It follows a lunch meeting Trump held with ambassadors from UN member states on the security council on Monday where he emphasised U.S. resolve to stop North Korea’s progress.
On Friday the US secretary of state, Rex Tillerson, is due to chair a security council foreign ministers’ meeting on the issue in New York, at which the state department said he would call once more for the full implementation of existing UN sanctions or new measures in the event of further nuclear or missile tests.
Senators are to be briefed by the defence secretary, James Mattis, and Tillerson on Wednesday.
Officials said the briefing would take place in the auditorium of the Eisenhower Executive Office Building, which can be adapted for such an event, as reported by the Guardian.
Meanwhile, a sixth North Korean nuclear test has been anticipated for some months now. Some observers have speculated it could be conducted on Tuesday, on the anniversary of the founding of the North Korean armed forces. (ANI)