There may not have been a single, particular moment when
Franklin became a revolutionary. Probably his feelings changed
gradually. That said, Franklin's humiliation in front of his British colleagues
might have been the defining moment. He was deeply hurt and disillusioned.
He may have concluded once and for all that the British could not
and would not understand America and Americans. He may have decided
that America was better off without its mother country. He may
have decided, for good, that he would support independence.
We cannot know for sure, as Franklin never publicly lashed
out at his critics. He stayed in London for another year, trying
to help Britain and the colonies reach a compromise. He seemed
pessimistic, though. His essays grew more critical of the British,
more sarcastic and bitter. After he finally gave up and went home,
he sprang into action and instantly became–at the age of sixty-
nine–one of the most radical revolutionary leaders. Though Franklin
carefully guarded his inner feelings from the public, we can only
assume that he was deeply, personally disappointed in Britain.
Another aspect of Franklin's life during this time deserves
mention. In 1774, his wife Deborah died in Philadelphia. She had
not seen Franklin in a decade. He would have brought her to London with
him, but she was afraid of crossing the ocean. Instead, she waited
for years to see her husband again–and never did. Historians have
wondered how close Benjamin and Deborah were. The two were very
different: he was a brilliant scientist and diplomat; she was uneducated
and unworldly. Franklin loved her dearly and insisted on being
buried with her, but his long separation from her suggests that
their relationship was distant. Franklin never got too close to
anyone; he was always on the move, always socializing, always leading
some new project or writing a new essay. He probably was not the
best husband and family man.