The Breath Of A Nation
Wednesday, March 26th, 2008Greeting from The City Of Brotherly Love.
It all happened here in Philadelphia. The formation of the Continental Congress, the first public reading of The Declaration Of Independence, and the Constitutional Convention. It was here that one of the most progressive political doctrines in history was penned, though one that would avoid one of this nation’s greatest evils in the process.
On the way down from New York we passed the turnoff to Trenton, where, on the day after Christmas, 1776, the tattered remnants of George Washington’s army, roughly 2,400 men, crossed the Delaware River and attacked 1,400 Hessian mercenaries. Washington’s force took the Hessian garrison suffering only two casualties and capturing over 900 prisoners. Up until that point, the Continental Army had been ravaged by the British and was, in truth, on its last legs.
Despite Emanuel Leutze’s famed portrait of Washington crossing the Delaware standing near the bow of a boat, Washington actually crossed the river in the dark and, most probably, sitting down given the icy conditions. In truth, the success of the attack is largely due to the skill and stubbornness of John Glover’s New Englanders who were responsible for handling the boats. Even though they would not get the army across the river in time for a night assault to be launched, their role in the attack was quintessential. Glover had argued prior to the attack that the conditions would not afford the expedience that Washington’s plan required. In the end, despite the Continental victory, Glover’s prediction obviously proved true.
Being in this part of the country is, for me, fascinating given my passion for American history. Looking out my hotel room window, for example, I can see the gates of Widener University, which was founded in 1821.
Tomorrow I will be playing in Arlington, Virginia, another famed location, and one of significant interest to me given my study of the American Civil War. Arlington House, which was once the home of Robert E. Lee, and had been the home of his wife’s family prior to that, now rests at the center of America’s most noted military cemetery. Shortly after the Civil War began, Arlington House was occupied by the Union. In 1864, after Union cemeteries were filled to capacity, then Quartermaster General, Montgomery Meigs, chose Arlington as the site for a new cemetery, going so far as to bury Union dead close enough to the front entrance of the mansion that it could never again be inhabited. Meigs own son would later be buried in what was once Mary Custis Lee’s rose garden. In 1955, the mansion itself was entered into the National Register Of Historic Places and has since become a memorial to Robert E. Lee, which I have always found both amazing and distasteful given that Lee’s army of Northern Virginia was responsible for populating the grounds of his once great estate with the graves of Union soldiers.
Following the war, Henry Adams would write - “I think Lee should have been hanged. It was all the worse that he was a good man, had a good character, and acted conscientiously. It’s always the good men who do the most harm.” Lee would go on to teach at what would later become known as Washington & Lee University in Lexington, Virginia.
It is here in Philadelphia that the concept of America was born. It was here that some of the most progressive political ideas in modern history were given life, though the men responsible for their charter and enactment would fail to take into account the plight of millions of African Americans in chains despite the solace of liberty that they so ferociously championed. It is here in Philadelphia that America came into being and, at the same time, was set on a collision course with itself that would eventually lead to the most costly war in US history, a conflict that produced more American deaths than all other American wars combined to date.
It is here that the idea of America took flight only to be besieged by the relentless wiles of the plutocratic mere moments after her wings were spread. One wonders when her course will be corrected, when the value of her foundation will again be seen unspotted, and the dissention that rests at the core of her triumph will again be viewed as her most valued strength.
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