Our Slaves, Our Selves

OUR SLAVES, OUR SELVES
by Bruce Schimmel

Philadelphia citypaper.net, PA
June 22 2006

Here’s a cheery thought for the upcoming Fourth: Our freedom was
founded on cruelty, genocide and slavery. But you know this already.

Most of our ancestors fled from oppression. Billy Penn, ever the
crafty land developer, may have promoted Philadelphia as a holy Eden.

But almost all who risked the voyage came here to escape a hell
on earth.

That inalienable human rights will conquer man’s inhumanity makes a
fine tale for many Americans. But for those whose ancestors didn’t flee
from genocide, and instead were dragged into it, that story rings sour.

For many, our nation’s apple pie tale is rotten at the core. That’s
because the story of African-American slavery has been cut off from
the mainstream narrative, said historian Howard Dodson to an audience
of several hundred recently at the Convention Center. Dodson heads
the Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture at the New York
Public Library.

On the agenda was how best to reveal the hidden story of the slaves who
lived on Independence Mall. In the nation’s first executive mansion,
nine slaves served under their master, George Washington.

For decades, Dodson said that black history found no place in the
textbooks that honed children’s civic pride. And neither did the tale
of the president’s slaves find a place on Independence Mall. That’s
about to change.

That George Washington kept slaves in Virginia has never been denied.

But about 30 years ago, it was discovered that as president, he also
kept slaves in Philadelphia. So the National Park Service did what’s
generally done with ugly stuff. They buried it.

In 1997, independent historian Ed Lawler rediscovered the slaves’
story, and that they were locked in nightly in a bunkhouse near the
executive mansion. To keep slaves in a free state, Washington even
exploited a loophole, by periodically swapping his Philadelphia slaves
with those in Virginia. And when some slaves did manage to escape,
Washington re-lentlessly hunted them down.

Still, the Park Service denied the truth. Three years ago, they added
insult to ignorance by building part of a new pavilion for the Liberty
Bell right over where slaves slept.

Last year, though, Lawler’s protests paid off. Mayor John Street
found some city funds and essentially hijacked the project from the
Park Service. The mayor declared that the President’s House would be
complete by the end of his term, and amazingly, it looks likely.

The mayor’s office held a competition, and recently chose six teams
to design a monument to express some key themes:

To show how slavery was integral to the founding of America, and the
impact of slavery on its wealth.

To weave the personal tales of Washington’s slaves into the larger
fabric of the nation’s history.

And, most remarkably, to reveal how the story of Washington’s slaves
remained lost for centuries-which will include the Park Service’s
recent efforts to bury the truth.

A wondrous thing will soon be seen on Independence Mall: The federal
government will confess how it systematically lied to us.

How this will finally come together is still in play. All are invited
to comment at

It’s time to hear the whole story. I know the anger of a tale that’s
not told. As an Armenian whose people were exterminated in the 20th
century’s first holocaust I live with that outrage, because the Turkish
government still denies the slaughter. But as a Jew, I also know that
Germany’s diligent truth-telling has healed many wounds. As I said
recently to a friend who was born in Germany, that debt (at least
for me) is just about paid-even as it’s recorded forever.

The descendants of American slavery also deserve a place to have
their tale heard. A prominent and permanent place. We all deserve it.

Because ultimately this story is America’s story: for the tales of
our slaves is also part of our selves.

From: Emil Lazarian | Ararat NewsPress

www.phila.gov/presidentshouse.

Emil Lazarian

“I should like to see any power of the world destroy this race, this small tribe of unimportant people, whose wars have all been fought and lost, whose structures have crumbled, literature is unread, music is unheard, and prayers are no more answered. Go ahead, destroy Armenia . See if you can do it. Send them into the desert without bread or water. Burn their homes and churches. Then see if they will not laugh, sing and pray again. For when two of them meet anywhere in the world, see if they will not create a New Armenia.” - WS