The November 2007 Atlantic Monthly celebrates the magazine’s 150th year with a series of essays on “the American idea”. There is the not-surprising contrast between the dreary, sour, outlook penned by the remnants of the old Left and the optimistic views represented by Eric Schmidt, chairman and CEO of Google,
Since you asked â€¦ the American idea was born at approximately 5 p.m. on Friday, December 2, 1803, the moment Thomas Jefferson sprang the so-called pell-mell on the new British ambassador, Anthony Merry, at dinner in the White House. Oh, this was no inadvertent faux pas. This was faux pas aforethought. Jefferson obviously loved the prospect of dumbfounding the great Brit and leaving him speechless, furious, seething, so burned up that smoke would start coming out of his ears. And all that the pell-mell did.
Jefferson had already tenderized the ambassador three days earlier. Merry was the first foreign diplomat to take up residence in Washington. Accompanied by Secretary of State James Madison, he shows up at the White House wearing a hat with a swooping plume, a ceremonial sword, gold braid, shoes with gleaming bucklesâ€”in short, the whole aristocratic European ambassadorial getupâ€”for his formal introduction to the president of the United States. He is immediately baffled. Jefferson doesnâ€™t come to greet him in the grand reception hall. Instead, Merry and Madison have to go looking for him â€¦ Bango! All at once they bump into the American head of state in some tiny tunnel-like entryway to his study. What with three men and a sword in it all at once, the space is so congested that Merry has to back himself and his sword out of it just to have room to shake hands. When he shakes hands, heâ€™s stunned, appalled: The president of the United States is a very Hogarth of utter slovenliness from his head â€¦ to his torso, clad in a casual workaday outfit thrown together with a complete indifference to appearances and a negligence so perfectly gross, it has to have been actually studied â€¦ down to his feet, which are stuffed, or mostly stuffed, into a pair of down-at-the-heels slippers, literally slippers and literally worn down at the heels in a way that is sheer Gin Lane. â€œUtter slovenliness,â€ â€œnegligence actually studied,â€ â€œindifference to appearances,â€ and â€œdown at the heelsâ€ were Merryâ€™s own words in the first of what would become a regular jeremiad of complaints and supplications to Lord Hawkesbury, the foreign secretary, all but coming right out and begging him to break off relations with the United States to protest such pointed insults toward His Majestyâ€™s representative. Merry was ready to bail out â€¦ and his wife, a notably not-shy woman nÃ©e Elizabeth Death (yes), even more so.
The introductory insult was on November 29. Merry and his wife were invited to dinner at the White House on the fateful day, December 2. Merry accepted â€¦ warily â€¦ under the impression that he and his wife would be the guests of honor and that this would be Jeffersonâ€™s opportunity to make up for his lapse in protocol. The Merrys arrived at 4:30. Along with the other guests, they were assembled for a reception in a drawing room across the hall from the dining room. The Merrys were left flabbergasted and aghast when Jefferson ignored Mrs. Merry and gave his arm to Dolley Madison, who often served as White House hostess for the widowed president. James Madison gave his arm to an already furious Mrs. Merry. The dining room seems to have had a single large, round table. Jefferson took a seat and gave Dolley Madison the ladiesâ€™ seat of honor on his right. James Madison didnâ€™t give Elizabeth Death Merry the seat on the presidentâ€™s other side, however. That went to the Spanish ambassadorâ€™s wife. The already insulted Mrs. Merry, guest of honor presumptive, took it like a kick in the shin when Madison showed her to an obviously back- of-the-pack seat.
Meantime, her husbandâ€™s dignity was taking an even worse beating. He was part of an undifferentiated haunch-to-paunch herd of the titled, the untitled, the eminences, and the not-muches entering the doorway. They had no choice but to take their seats pell- mell â€¦ any seatâ€”first come, first served. Literally pell-mell referred to a confused, disorderly crowd in a headlong rush, and that was exactly what it felt like to His Majestyâ€™s Ambassador Merry. An outrageous insult was now in progress, but he had only two choices: take a seat or make a scene. So he headed for a chair next to the Spanish ambassadorâ€™s wife. But before he could get to it, some crude savage who bore the title â€œCongressmanâ€ lunged past him and took it for himself.
Foreign dignitaries, even the Spanish ambassador, were flashing loaded glances at each otherâ€”these Americansâ€”savages!â€”and muttering behind the backs of their hands. Merry and his wife vowed never to dine at the White House againâ€”and never did. They did accept an invitation from Secretary of State Madison, who had been the good guy in Jeffersonâ€™s good-guy/bad-guy teamâ€”only to get pell-melled all over again chez Madison. For a time, at least, they refused all invitations from Jeffersonâ€™s Cabinet members, too. In due course they officially protested their treatment. But Jefferson had such an aristocratic bearing and presence, was from such a prominent familyâ€”in America they didnâ€™t come any better than the Randolphs of Virginiaâ€”was so filthy land-rich, so learnedâ€”he spoke Latin as well as French and could read classical Greek as easily as Plato and Aristotle ever didâ€”was so sophisticated and urbane, in fact so cosmopolitanâ€”he had been ambassador to France at the court of Louis XVIâ€”no one could very well write him off as one of â€¦ â€œthese Americans.â€
In addition to being seven or eight other species of the genus Genius, Jefferson proved to be a psychological genius at least a century before all the -ology adjectives entered the English language. He realized that you could write every conceivable radical new freedom into a constitutionâ€”freedom of the press and freedom from the heavy hand of an official state religion were very radical notions 218 years agoâ€”and install a democracy with foolproof guarantees, and that still wouldnâ€™t be enough to save Americans from the plight of the masses of Europe. After a thousand years or more of rule by kings who were believed to possess divine rights and by hereditary aristocrats believed to possess demigodly rights at least, ordinary citizens in Europe had been irreparably damaged psychologically and would never recover from it. They had lived their lives as if the fix were in, as if there would forever be a certain class of people above them who were predestined to dominate government, industry, all influential forms of intellectual life, and, needless to say, society.
Even today, in the 21st century, an era of political democracies throughout the West, the great mass of ordinary citizens in Europe remain resigned to their ordinariness because they still feel the presence of â€œthat certain class,â€ that indefinable but nevertheless eternal status stratum forever destined to be their superiors. In England, France, Italy, Germany, rare are the parents who urge their children to live out their dreams and rise as far above their station as they possibly can. As a result, such dreams, if any, donâ€™t last long. Only in America do visitors to other peopleâ€™s homes routinely ask their hostsâ€™ children, â€œWhat do you want to be when you grow up?â€ In every other country on Earth the question would seem fatuous, since it implies that the child might have a world of choices.
Fortunately for America, as Jefferson saw it, British aristocracy had never taken root here in the colonies. Most British toffs didnâ€™t have the faintest urge to depart their country estates and London clubs, their coaches-and-four, their tailors, valets, butlers, ballrooms, peruke-makers, and neck-cloth launderers for a wilderness full of painted bow-and-arrow-bearing aborigines â€¦ and no desirable women, unless one were a rather twisted toff who had a thing for granola girls with honest calves and forearms and hands thick as a blacksmithâ€™s from hoeing the corn and black-eyed peas. From the very beginning of his political career, Jefferson was determined to make sure no aristocracy, European- or American-born, would ever be established here. Aristocracy literally means rule by the best, but he knew the proper word was plutocracy, rule by the rich, in this case big landowners who maintained their lordly, demigodly, hereditary rank only by passing their estates down generation after generationâ€”intactâ€”courtesy of the law of entail and the right of primogeniture. As soon as the Revolution was won, Jefferson launched a successful campaign to abolish both. Too bad he couldnâ€™t have lived another hundred years to see just how efficient his strategy was. In America, rare is the plutocrat whose family wields power and influence beyond the second generation. One need only think of the Vanderbilts, Goulds, Astors, Carnegies, and Mellons. Where are they now? On the letterheads of charitable solicitations, at best. They donâ€™t even rise to the eminence of gossip-column boldface any longer. The rare ones have been the Bushes, who have wielded powerâ€”a lot of itâ€”into the third generation, and the Rockefellers, who have made it into the fourth â€¦ by a thread, the thread being Senator Jay Rockefeller of West Virginia. But the odds are 2-to-5â€”youâ€™ll have to bet $5 to win $2â€”that within 10 years the last, best hope of even these exceptional familiesâ€™ next generations will be to start climbing the white cliffs of the disease-charity letterheads.
Jefferson created a radically new frame of mind. In a thousand different ways he obliterated the symbols and deferential manners that comprise aristocracyâ€™s cardiovascular system. Led by Jefferson, America became a country in which every sign of aristocratic pretensions was systematically uprooted and destroyed. The round table where the Merrys suffered their intolerable humiliation? It has been recorded that Jefferson insisted on round tables for dining because they had no head and no foot, removing any trace of the aristocratic European custom of silently ranking dinner guests by how close to the head of the table they sat. â€œThat certain classâ€ does not exist here psychologically.
Jeffersonâ€™s pell-mell gave America a mind-set that has never varied. In 1862, 36 years after Jeffersonâ€™s death, the government began the process of settling our vast, largely uninhabited western territories. Under the terms of the Homestead Act, they gave it away by inviting people, anybody, to head out into the open country and claim any plot they likedâ€”Gloriously pell-mell! First come, first served! Each plot was 160 acres, and it was yours, free! By the time of the first Oklahoma Land Rush, in 1889, it had become a literal pell-mellâ€”a confused, disorderly, headlong rush. People lined up on the border of the territory and rushed out into all that free real estate at the sound of a starter gun. Europeans regarded this as more lunacy on the part of â€¦ these Americans â€¦ squandering a stupendous national asset in this childish way on a random mob of nobodies. They could not conceive of the possibility that this might prove to be, in fact, a remarkably stable way of settling the West, of turning settlers into homeowners with a huge stake in making the land productive â€¦ or that it might result, as the British historian Paul Johnson contends, in â€œthe immense benefits of having a free market in landâ€”something which had never before occurred at any time, anywhere in the world.â€ So long as you had made certain required improvements, after five years you could sell all or part of your 160 acres to other people, any other people. Itâ€™s hard to be absolutely sure, but where else in the world could ordinary citizens go out and just like thatâ€”how much you want for it?â€”buy themselves a piece of land?
The Jefferson frame of mind, product of one of the most profound political insights of modern history, has had its challenges in the two centuries since the night Jefferson first sprang the pell-mell upon the old European aristocratic order. But today the conviction that Americaâ€™s limitless freedom and opportunities are for everyone is stronger than ever. Think of just one example from the late 20th century: Only in America could immigrants of many colors from a foreign country with a foreign language and an alien cultureâ€”in this case, Cubansâ€”take political control pell-mell via the voting booth of a great metropolisâ€”Miamiâ€”in barely more than one generation.
America remains, as it has been from the very beginning, the freest, most open country in the world, encouraging one and all to compete pell-mell for any great goal that exists and to try every sort of innovation, no matter how far-fetched it may seem, in order to achieve it. It is largely this open invitation to ambition that accounts for Americaâ€™s military and economic supremacy and absolute dominance in science, medicine, technology, and every other intellectual pursuit that can be measured objectively. And it is absolute.
Yet from our college faculties and â€œpublic intellectualsâ€ come the grimmest of warnings. The government has assumed Big Brother powers on the pretext of protecting us from Terror, and the dark night of fascism is descending upon America. As Orwell might have put it, only an idiot or an intellectual could actually believe that.