The Story
A government that wasn't working, and a summer behind closed doors
By 1787 the young republic was held together by the Articles of Confederation — a league of thirteen states with no executive, no courts, and a Congress that could ask for money but never collect it. Debts went unpaid. States taxed each other's goods. When farmers in Massachusetts rose in armed protest, the government could barely field a force to answer.
So that May, fifty-five delegates gathered in Philadelphia's State House, nailed the windows shut against eavesdroppers, and swore themselves to secrecy. They were sent to amend the Articles. Instead — arguing through the hottest summer anyone could remember — they wrote something new: a national government of three branches, each given real power, each checked by the other two.
On September 17, thirty-nine of them signed. Benjamin Franklin, eighty-one and weeping, pointed to the sun carved on the back of Washington's chair and said he now had the happiness to know it was a rising, not a setting, sun.