Friday, January 20, 2017

A Wish For Inauguration Day, 2017: A Civil Annulment — STAT!

Today, The Jillster (Jill Lepore) goes on a stroll down Inaugural Lane and draws upon memories of Inaugural essays that she has written — along with companion essays by Louis Menand — [links provided below]. The Jillster's interpretation of the Inaugrual ceremony portrays it as a marriage ceremony (between the Inaugural groom and the People — or, in some cases, the Constitution). This blogger will avert his eyes (and ears) from today's spectacle in Washington, DC. If this is a (fair & balanced) wish for a speedy denouement, so be it.

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Trump's Washington Wedding
By The Jillster (Jill Lepore)


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An American Inauguration is like a wedding: the President is the groom, the people his bride. Donald Trump is about to pledge his troth. It didn’t always work this way, and, really, it shouldn’t. Washington isn’t Vegas.

Only lately has the American Presidency become romantic. The oath itself, established in Article II of the Constitution, is an oath of office, not a confession of love, and it doesn’t mention the American people. Instead, before Congress, the new President is supposed to pledge himself to the office and promise to protect the Constitution: “I do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States.”

The relationship between the first American Presidents and the American people wasn’t spousal; it was paternal. This began with George Washington. In the first draft of his Inaugural Address, Washington remarked that, having no children of his own, he would never establish a dynasty—“the Divine providence hath not seen fit that my blood should be transmitted or my name perpetuated by the endearing though sometimes seducing, channel of personal offspring”—but this also assured Americans that no one was closer in his affections. Washington addressed his remarks to Congress; the people didn’t hear them, they read them. Thomas Jefferson addressed his Inaugural to “Friends & Fellow Citizens,” though this was purely notional: he was speaking to Congress. As I wrote eight years ago, in an essay on the history of the Inaugural Address, James Monroe was the first President to be inaugurated outdoors (only because the Capitol was closed for renovations), before an audience of eight thousand, who could not possibly have heard a word he said. Andrew Jackson, in 1829, was the first President to ignore Congress and instead address his speech to the American people—“Fellow-Citizens” —twenty thousand of whom showed up to watch Chief Justice John Marshall ask Jackson to take his vows by placing his hand on a Bible. One witness described the scene: “The President took it from his hands, pressed his lips to it, laid it reverently down, then bowed again to the people—Yes, to the people in all their majesty.” In his speech, Jackson talked, a bit sentimentally, about “the habits of our Government and the feelings of our people.” When he finished, he bowed again, and rode his horse to the White House.

Except for Zachary Taylor’s, every nineteenth-century Inaugural Address mentioned the Constitution, which is what the President is actually wedding himself to. Jackson aside, there was little of romance in the ceremony itself. In Abraham Lincoln’s first Inaugural Address, he gave a brilliant and searing lecture about the powers of the different branches of government, while, upending Washington, nodding to “my rightful masters, the American people.” With Southern states already seceding, Lincoln talked about brotherhood, and about friendship. “We are not enemies, but friends,” he said. “Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection.” For Lincoln, the marriage that mattered was between the North and the South: “A husband and wife may be divorced and go out of the presence and beyond the reach of each other,” he said, “but the different parts of our country cannot do this.” And still the house divided.

Matters began to take a turn in 1889, when Benjamin Harrison, a widower, argued that, because the oath of office was public, the vow he had taken was not to the office but to the people. “The oath taken in the presence of the people becomes a mutual covenant,” Harrison said. “My promise is spoken; ours unspoken, but not the less real and solemn.” Ever since, the swearing-in has had some element of this to it, a certain bouquet, the whiff of a wedding day.

Inaugural Addresses got more intimate when they were broadcast on the radio, beginning in 1925, and on television, starting in 1949. The rhetoric during much of the early broadcast era, though, concerned a common purpose. “If I read the temper of our people correctly, we now realize, as we have never realized before, our interdependence on each other,” FDR said, in 1933. If this was a marital vow, it was that of an equal marriage. (Theodore Roosevelt gave the bride away, in 1905, when Franklin married Eleanor. “Her bouquet was of lilies of the valley,” the Times reported.) JFK’s Inauguration had an air of the nuptial about it, but only because of his youth and attractiveness. His rhetoric was fraternal, though it went beyond the fraternity of the American people to the fraternity of nations: “And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you—ask what you can do for your country. My fellow citizens of the world: ask not what America will do for you, but what together we can do for the freedom of man.”

Ronald Reagan began what historians call the “rhetorical Presidency.” He tended to bypass Congress and bring his policies directly to the American people. His Inauguration was the first to really look and sound like a wedding ceremony. “You and I,” he said to the American people, and vowed, “Your dreams, your hopes, your goals are going to be the dreams, the hopes, and the goals of this administration, so help me God.”

Barack Obama’s followers swooned for him, in much the way that Reagan’s did. “We, the people, declare today that the most evident of truths—that all of us are created equal—is the star that guides us still,” Obama said, in 2013, delivering an Inaugural Address that sounded more like a sermon, as if he were the minister at his own wedding.

Trump’s campaign was, from the start, an old-fashioned courtship: the kisses, the promises, the needy late-night phone calls. The chairman of his Inauguration committee promises the ceremony will have a “soft sensuality.” Trump’s attitude about the American people appears to have a lot in common with his ideas about women. “I AM YOUR VOICE,” he said in his speech at the Republican National Convention. At Trump’s third wedding, at Mar-a-Lago, in January, 2005, Billy Joel sang “Just the Way You Are.” It was a few months later that Trump talked to Billy Bush on a bus, about another courtship. “I moved on her very heavily,” he said. So help me God. ###

[Jill Lepore is the David Woods Kemper '41 Professor of American History at Harvard University as well as the chair of the History and Literature Program. She also is a staff writer at The New Yorker. Her latest books are The Story of America: Essays on Origins (2012), Book of Ages: The Life and Opinions of Jane Franklin (2013). and The Secret History of Wonder Woman (2014). Lepore earned a BA (English) from Tufts University, an MA (American culture) from the University of Michigan, and a PhD (American studies) from Yale University.]

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