Independence Day

This is the day Thomas Jefferson declared that all propertied white men are created equal. The rest of you guys, get over there. And you too, wives, sisters and daughters. You may be equal but not to us plantation owners who are more than equal. Nor are these savages who were so hospitable we never left. Nor those dark-skinned people we buy and sell who have built this country. 

Where do I sign, said our Founders. Now, let's get to work. There is cotton to be picked, stolen land to be tilled, bales to be lifted and barges to tote.

From 1800 to mid-century the slave population quadrupled from one to four million. The face on our twenty dollar bill was a particular abomination. He hungered for Native American land and was particularly angered because the Choctaw nation of five tribes were reported to be harboring runaway slaves, all 3/5ths of them. He then relocated 46,000 of the tribe about twelve hundred miles away, indifferent to their Trail of Tears, the thousands who died along the way. 

Is it fair to judge our Founders for their role in human bondage? I believe it is. The truth about inhumanity is self-evident. In the case of Jefferson, the Marquis de Lafayette urged him to liberate his slaves and the Polish military commander and engineer, Thaddeus Kosciuszko, offered to compensate our esteemed author /architect / inventor / and President for his losses. But the man from Monticello declined, even upon his death bed. Apparently, he had grown accustomed to his privileged position and Black lives did not matter. After all, manumission might have set a bad precedent.

In fact, upon Kosciuszko’s death, in 1819, he bequeathed $20,000 to Jefferson but T.J. took the money and passed on his enslaved men and women to his nephew. So much for declarations of independence.  

In Lincoln’s prose-poem we call The Gettysburg Address he got his first sentence wrong. Maybe on purpose. Four score and seven years ago in 1863 our fathers did not conceive of a new nation. We were not a nation for another eleven years when the Constitution was ratified. In 1776 we were, at best, a confederation of states. The sovereign states, to this day, are loath to relinquish many of their Antebellum ways.

This is no year for fireworks. The country is already combusting. Let this Fourth of July be the time to revisit and redress the omissions and injustices baked into our Constitutional yeast.

Our cherished document is yet to be realized. The legacy of Independence Day is still aspirational. The lofty words need to be brought down to ground-level. Heirs of Thomas Jefferson’s 230 slaves have been emancipated on paper but not as yet freed from economic suppression, disenfranchisement, daily indignities. The festering worm of racism still slithers.  

Ironically this day of Independence reveals our dependence upon each other; for love, for community and for the survival of our species. We are custodians of the natural world and own nothing. Social media has strained our social contract far beyond anything our visionary founders ever conceived.

In fairness it needs to be said that our floundering Fathers were bold and brave men. By signing their names to this document they were committing sedition with a bounty on their heads and subject to hanging. 

They are not to be dismissed but to be seen in full light. The document refers to one people dissolving ties with our Motherland. That number one can now be seen as either the torch of liberty or the phallus of male domination. Laid down, that figure one could be the trail of pioneer settlers in covered wagons or a convoy of aggressive land-grabbers as seen by the indigenous people. Or the vertical may be the thread our democracy is hanging by. The candle is rough-hewn containing our stained history. We are called upon to hold all these opposing forces in our consciousness without seeking any resolution.