Dear Mr. Miranda

 

Dear Mr. Miranda,

 

I admit I was late to board the Hamilton train.  I didn’t want to get caught up in all the hype, jumping on the bandwagon for the “greatest musical of our time” kind of thing.  So I put off listening to the songs despite everyone I knew saying how amazing it was. 

 

I am a costumed interpreter (CI) at an historic home here in Louisville.  The people who owned the house where I reenact were friends with our founders. George Rogers Clark and his brother, William Clark, and their friends and relatives were mighty unto themselves. The older brothers fought with Washington and Hamilton and Lafayette.  They knew Madison and Jefferson and Burr.  In fact, Aaron Burr visited Locust Grove in 1806 when he was “taking a leave’” from Washington after the duel that killed Hamilton. 

 

About a month ago, our CIs were asked to attend the preview showing of "The Making of Hamilton" down at the Kentucky Center for the Arts, sponsored by PBS/KET.  We were doing a joint promotion of all things related to the musical here in Louisville.  I donned my best Regency dress and put my hair in a turban and proceeded to spend the evening inviting people to Locust Grove to cross the same threshold that had once been crossed by Aaron Burr.

 

When time came for the showing, I joined the rest of the attendees and went into the theater to watch.  I admit it….I was hooked.  From the very first song, I could not get your words out of my head.  I came home and immediately pulled the music up on You Tube and began listening non-stop.  I watched the documentary again, this time with my husband, and he became hooked as well.  We loved how you changed the lens through which we view history.  How the players are all people of color.  How you made our past become present.  It was incredible.

 

I don’t know your politics, but these past couple of weeks have been rough for me.  I’m a white, middle-aged, Catholic woman, living in upper middle class suburbia, and I am devastated by the election and all of the hate that has risen to the surface because of it.  It has been hard to wake up every day with the knowledge that our new president is someone like Donald Trump. 

 

Today, I decided to put my headphones on and go mulch the leaves in my lawn before the cold sets in.  I set my music to the Hamilton tracks and went to work.  As I walked back and forth across my yard, your words became so present to me that I began to cry.  

When Hamilton says to Burr, “If you stand for nothing, Burr, what will you fall for?” I realized I will need to be willing to stand up for what I believe, even more now that the election has unleashed so much bigotry.

 

As the Schyler sisters sang, “Look around.  Look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now,” I realized that for all that has gone wrong in my life these past few weeks, I really AM lucky to be alive right now.  In this time.  In this country. 

When President Washington sang, “Teach them how to say goodbye,” I thought of President Obama welcoming Trump into the White House last week, teaching all of us that we don’t always get our way and for this experiment in self-government to continue to succeed, we have to look to our past for examples of greatness and follow those examples.

 

When “The World Turned Upside Down” came on, I thought, “Yeah.  That’s about how I feel right now.”  My world was turned upside down last week, but I took heart from the song. 

 

The whole time I was working, listening to the music, I kept thinking about my ancestors who fought in the Revolution and my ancestors who left Europe in the last century to come to America.  I kept thinking that we are greater than the hate.  We are better than what we appear to be right now.  I thought about how our ancestors sacrificed so much for the freedom they so desperately desired, and I became more determined to stand up for those freedoms today.  Your music made me feel empowered to speak up going forward, to not be afraid to stand for the rights of everyone and to call out the wrongs that I see when I see them.

 

I’ve not seen Hamilton, but I hope to someday whenever it comes near Louisville.  I know I will cry the whole time.  Thank you for such a powerful gift to the world.