During service-learning a few weeks ago, the students were
completing a project Black History Month. They each had to pick a
historical figure and write a short biography about their lives. Within just a few pages they had to fit an
entire life. I was tasked with going through papers one-on-one with the
students, fixing grammatical errors and trying to explain the importance the
formatting. After reading all the papers put in front of me, I noticed an
interesting pattern. The students, most
barely 10 years old, did not turn to internet resources for their information.
Instead, nearly all relied on hearsay and their parents. The results were, largely, a fascinating mix
of fact and legend. I was struck by how
easily history becomes myth. Legacies
get contorted if they are not cared for properly.
This, it seems, is especially true of history that we think we
know. The American Revolution, for example. Hamilton relies, in part, on our
familiarity with the story. With its setting and characters, the audience
brings with them a litany of understandings and preconceptions, both the
factual and the myth - not unlike what Shakespeare’s audience would have had
when watching his history plays. Washington’s entrance, preceded by much
hype, is meaningful because we know who he is and we know his future. Similarly, Jefferson is allowed to be
introduced as a main character halfway thru the action because is a national
character - we already know him. Sections of history, like much of the
the years directly after the war and the Adams administration, are able to be
largely glossed over because of the understanding that the audience is
generally aware of history.
The play relies on our knowledge to the extent that Hamilton has
no problem giving away the ending. It’s assumed that its most climactic
moment, the duel between Hamilton and Burr, has already been embedded in the
audience's mind. Even in the narrative itself, with exposition doled out
to us by an older Burr, the event has already happened in the past. There is an inevitability of history, and by
extension plot, that hangs over the entirety of the play. However, it is
this inevitability that allows for a sharper and more meaningful focus on all
that comes before.
I was thinking about how Hamilton has recently opened in
London, and a reviewer questioned whether the show would have the same impact
on a culture that is so much farther removed from the history. Of course,
they know about the American Revolution - they fought in it, after all. However, they don’t learn about it in
school. Their knowledge of the history
is, generally, only in the vaguest of terms. Not that many Americans also
don’t know the details, but we know this story in a different way. We have lived with these faces - in
textbooks, art, monuments, classrooms, and even on our money - our entire
lives. These “characters” are not merely characters: they are the stuffy,
old men staring down at me from the walls of my social studies class. As a result of this familiarity, with its
cast and use of hip-hop, Hamilton’s reimagining of history is alive in a
completely different way.
However, it also relies on our lack of knowledge in times when it
favors storytelling over historical fact. Angelica, for example, was
already married by the time Hamilton and Eliza are introduced, and Hamilton
didn’t meet Laurens or Lafayette until much later in war. These
inconsistencies are okay because they work to create a tighter narrative,
however, Hamilton also exploits the selectivity of history. “Now
I’m the villain in your history,” Burr observes after shooting Hamilton. And
he’s right; the audience enters the show with the assumption that Burr is the
villain. It is not until “Wait For It” that we are allowed to see the
story from Burr’s perspective. With this
momentary shift, the audience is exposed to a Burr who is completely
sympathetic and exists outside of our historical categorization of him.
The duel, that one moment of Burr and Hamilton acting out of character,
not only has tragic consequences, it also defines Burr’s legacy: “History
obliterates / With every picture it paints / It paint me in all my mistakes.”
Hamilton ends with Eliza’s ambiguous relationship with history. We see her
move from singing, "Oh,
let me be a part of the narrative / In the story they will write someday"
in Act One, to "I'm erasing myself from the narrative. / Let future
historians wonder / How Eliza reacted when you broke her heart" in the
aftermath of the Reynolds Pamphlet. She shifts again in the final song,
declaring, "I put myself back in the narrative," before asking in her
last line, "Will they tell my story?” But
her story, like that of many minorities throughout history, is not commonly
known. The historical narrative is littered with gaps, and what becomes of you
is determined by future generations.
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