I keep asking myself what took me so long. After all, in my family I am surrounded by
Hamiltons (or Epp Hamiltons). But now that I’ve finally listened to it, the
cast recording of Lin Manuel Miranda’s
Hamilton
has been playing pretty much non-stop since I downloaded it several weeks
ago. It gets better every time. I get caught up in the battles, the debates,
the romance and betrayal. I’m not the first to express astonishment that the
birth of this adopted nation of mine could be so interesting and dramatic, not
to mention danceable. And I don’t have
to elaborate on what the internet has already said about how Miranda has
recast
the founding fathers as people of color, celebrates the work and
contributions of immigrants (they get the job done), and given
women
a place in history through his musical.
Is Hamilton
making me love America? The dream that Miranda captures is compelling. The optimism, hope and creativity are
contagious. But as many facts as I
learned about the birth of this nation, the story is still historical fiction. Washington repeats the refrain, “You have no
control: Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?” The losers definitely have no control. This, like most of the stories of history
passed down tell the story of victors. Yes,
Miranda tells the story of Alexander Hamilton with the voice of the man who was
his adversary, villainized in memory, played by an actor of color, but we still
hear the story from the perspective of the ones who came, saw and
conquered. Violently. I don’t love that.
I don’t love the American celebration and idealization of
violence (although those songs in Hamilton
are so good) and I don’t love how we
celebrate independence when we are not independent but, in fact totally
dependent. We are interdependent. We need each other, in our communities and in the
community of the world. I feel grateful
to be a part of a Mennonite congregation that celebrates our dependence not
only on each other but on the God who created us and all people, all creation. It is a kind of dependence – among people and
on the earth – that was well known to the first peoples of the Americas.
Even as a latter day immigrant, I live with the
complicated complicity of being a settler.
In Canada my ancestors farmed on Cree land in Saskatchewan, and now I
live, work, and worship on what was Duwamish territory in Washington. At Seattle Mennonite Church on Sunday we
acknowledged our interdependence and were explicit: American ‘independence’ was
achieved at the cost of many lives, European, African and Indigenous, and colonization
pushed indigenous folks into reservations that were small compensation for all
they lost. And I live too understanding
that many of the privileges I have taken for granted are because of my European
heritage, won through violent means.
Although I feel the discomfort in my gut at having to
face the complicity, I’m grateful. And I
feel grateful too that the Mennonite community here in the United States has, in my experience, been more engaged than in Canada with the question of how
and whether we participate in government.
Or whether Christians of conscience should vote in federal elections. Here in the US voters directly elect the person
who is the Commander in Chief of the nation’s military, yet we Mennos place our
allegiance in only in Jesus, whose message is peace. I have been challenged to understand that
there are many ways to participate in civic life and to build community and to
love my neighbor and my enemy. I’ve
learned that the church can play the role of prophet in civic life: speaking the
truth unspoken by history, calling out government on violence and injustice, renouncing
doctrines that brutalize, building community and peacemaking in locally and internationally.
In Hamilton, as
George Washington prepares to leave office, he quotes a prophet: “Everyone shall
sit under their own vine and fig tree.
And no one will make them afraid.” Washington imagines settling down in
his retirement in the verdant landscape of Mount Vernon, “At home
in this nation we’ve made.” For Micah,
the prophet whose words he quoted, these words are part of God’s imagination
for the whole earth, not just one exceptionalist part of it: “They shall beat
their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning-hooks; nation
shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war
any more; but they shall all
sit under their own vines and under their own fig trees, and no one shall
make them afraid”
I’m not sure that’s what Washington had in mind. And I’m not sure how realistic it is, but it
is certainly my prayer and dream for this nation that I live in and that we all
inherited from Hamilton and his colleagues.
After the shooting at Pulse in Orlando, the cast of Hamilton performed ‘
Yorktown (the world
turned upside down)’ at the Tony Awards
without
the guns that they usually carry during that battle scene. May we all learn to lay down our guns and not
war against other nations (never mind each other). May we learn instead to care for the earth
and for our neighbor. May we
all have a share of what is good and
made by God. May we acknowledge when we
have been the ones who cause fear and been takers and tyrants. And may everyone go out and listen to
Hamilton now so that we can have a group
discussion and I won’t be the only one holding these questions!
