Irony: a situation that is strange or funny because things happen in a way that seems to be the opposite of what you expected. Merriam-Webster Dictionary
As part of a recent trip to Alexandria, Virginia, my son Gavin and I made a quick stop at Mount Vernon, home of President George Washington on the Potomac River. I have been to see it several times since arriving in the DC area in 1987, and it has changed substantially since the last time I was there by adding an enormous visitors center and underground museum. These new buildings and exhibits expanded on the view that I had held of George Washington, a view shaped by history books in public schools.
Gavin and I waited in line with hundreds of other freezing people to see a glimpse of the house. We noticed a sign that explained the siding of the house. While it has the appearance of a stone facade, it is actually wooden siding that had fine sand sprayed on the paint while it was still wet, giving the illusion of masonry. Our own home has HardiPlank siding, a concrete siding that is imprinted to look like wood. And I laughed and thought it was ironic; George creating the illusion of making wood look like stone, and all the modern homes with vinyl and concrete siding to look like wood.
It was nothing compared to the next observation.
The tourist line wound through the opulent two storyed dining room with its ornate ceiling and carved marble mantle, back out onto the veranda overlooking the Potomac River, and back into the main hallway. The main hallway has another of George’s illusions. Not content with the inexpensive look of pine and oak that were available, the walls had been faux finished to look like mahogany. I scanned the room and heard the docent describing a key hanging in a prominent position in the hall – the actual key to the Bastille in France.
The Bastille is a symbol of the French Revolution. In July 14, 1789, revolutionary protestors stormed the Bastille, freeing prisoners and killing the governor. People protested the alleged mistreatment of the peasant class by the aristocracy, and thus ensued a horrid period in history, where people were beheaded solely for who they were. The revolutionaries promised a better life and living conditions for the common man.
And suddenly I saw George Washington in a completely new light. Here was a man who supported the French Revolution, to the point of holding the Bastille Key as one of his most prized possessions. As in this country’s revolution, he supported the rights of common man over the so-called abuses of the crown and aristocracy. He joined in those condemning the excesses of the aristocracy, their opulence and comforts.
EXCEPT AT HOME.
This advocate of the common man had 123 slaves at his death. Their treatment was terrible and their living conditions worse. A newspaper advertisement from his time showed that four of his slaves had escaped their abysmal conditions and he was advertising for their return. Here is a picture of the men’s slave quarters at Mount Vernon.
The irony struck – hard. This revered man condemned aristocracy for their treatment of PAID workers who were FREE and could own their own PRIVATE property, while perpetuating a system where he OWNED people, never giving them a day’s wages, providing the barest necessities while he lived in opulence, and only freeing them in his Last Will and Testament. How convenient.
From the moment of that revelation, the rest of the tour was not enjoyable. From my new perspective, the luxurious objects from France throughout the home and museum just reminded me of that hypocrisy, and the irony that this nation holds him up in high esteem while condemning a class that treated its subjects better. King George the Third is hated and reviled, although he had no slaves and all who worked for him were compensated, while history books in this country hold up as a hero a man who rejected that system and treated people even worse.
The museum was filled with priceless treasures, Mrs. Washington’s jewelry, furniture and objects de’ art dating to the French Revolution and before. Quite frankly, George lived like a King. And I could not look at these treasures without thinking that many of these stolen objects were looted from the homes of innocent people. People decapitated without trials, held in the temple prison without charges, phony witness and false accusations being the norm. And I thought of the slaves under “King” George Washington, required to live among these exquisite stolen items, wishing for their own freedom.
Isn’t it ironic…