A Sufi in Ecstasy in a Landscape, Isfahan, ca. 1650
The American hierarchy was defined by the democratic ideal, as interpreted by the Founding Fathers and articulated in the Declaration of Independence: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” Its author, Thomas Jefferson, also subscribed to English philosopher John Locke’s assertion that “neither pagan, nor mahometan, nor jew, ought to be excluded from the civil rights of the commonwealth, because of his religion.”1 This declaration of tolerance inspired Jefferson to confirm the separation of church and state, embedded in the Bill of Rights, effectively secularizing the governance of the republic fifteen years after its creation. So religious freedom and equal rights are the foundational ideals of America. Yet the Founding Fathers were all white, all Christian, all slave owners, and they intended a government controlled exclusively by landowners—that is, themselves.
The de facto hierarchy of America was based on property, pedigree, and literacy. At first, only landowners could vote and participate in the new democracy, making property ownership the key to a place in the hierarchy. George Washington was not born into great wealth, and he “lacked the liberal education that then distinguished gentlemen, setting him apart from such illustrious peers as Jefferson, Hamilton, Adams, and Madison.”2 Washington achieved his place in pre-independence society by acquiring vast tracts of land while working as a surveyor and, by the age of eighteen, assuming the role of tobacco planter, while distinguishing himself as a soldier on the frontier. Washington was a paragon of upward mobility, his marvelous estate at Mount Vernon a proof of his attainment.
There were no kings, principalities, or feudal lords in our history or mythology. The American symbol of success was the presidency. “Honest Abe” Lincoln, born in a log cabin, symbolized the democratic ideal that was ingrained in generations of Americans through textbooks, the press, literature, and popular entertainment. The idea of upward mobility was popularized in the wildly successful young adult novels by Horatio Alger, beginning in 1867 with the Ragged Dick series, a rags-to-riches-and-respectability saga about a fourteen-year-old bootblack who escapes poverty and achieves middle-class respectability through hard work and virtuous living.
These were the antecedents of the American meritocracy: the belief that if one works hard and lives a good life, one can ascend the social, political, and economic hierarchy on merit, that anyone could become president (that is, anyone white, Anglo-Saxon, and male).
As a child in the 1950s, when upward mobility became turbocharged, I grew up watching The Little Rascals, a hugely popular series of comedy shorts about the adventures of a group of poor neighborhood children. First produced from 1922 to 1939 by Hal Roach as Our Gang short comedy films, and then by MGM from 1939 to 1944 as The Little Rascals, the series was on television every day during the 1950s, and I was one of its most devoted fans. One particular short, Readin’ and Writin’, made a big impression on my six-year-old self and lodged itself in my memory bank, where it has remained for seventy years, till today.3
Breezy Brisbane (played by Kendall Frederick McComas) is being sent off to the first day of the school year by his mother.
Ma: Mother wants you to be a very, very good boy and study very hard in school. And Mother wants you to be president.
Breezy: Well, I don’t wanna be president. I wanna be a streetcar conductor.
Ma (frowning): You’re not going to be a streetcar conductor. You’re going to be president.
Breezy: Aw, you make me sick talkin’ about president all the time.
On the way to school, Breezy stops by the blacksmith’s workshop and helps pump the bellows.
Blacksmith: Ain’t you gonna go to school?
Breezy: Oh, I suppose I’ll have to, but I sure don’t wanna.
Blacksmith (shaking his head): Dontcha wanna be president?
Breezy: Naw! I wanna be a streetcar conductor.
Blacksmith: A streetcar conductor? Why?
Breezy: Boy, do they pick up the nickels!
Blacksmith: Why, when I was a lad your age, I wanted to be president. Why, I went to school every day, and I studied hard, and I led my class from spelling to geometry. Yessir, I really wanted to be president.
Breezy (snarky): And all you turned out to be was a punk blacksmith!
Blacksmith (insulted): Say, it’s fresh kids like you that never amount to anything! (Hammers his anvil in anger.) Say, I knew a fresh kid just like you when I went to school, and they expelled him.
Breezy (intrigued): Well, what did he do to get expelled?
Blacksmith: What did he do? He did everything he could think of. He told a lot of new kids to do silly and harmful things. He put tar in the inkwell. And glued the teacher’s books together with glue. And then, to top the climax, he brought a live mule into the schoolroom. That’s what he did.
Breezy: Is that all he done?
So Breezy arrives at school and commits all the crimes and misdemeanors described by the blacksmith, intending to make enough mischief to get himself expelled, and he succeeds.
Breezy (to Teacher): You mean I’m kicked out?
Teacher: Yes, and you’ll never be president.
After being expelled, Breezy finds himself all alone, has a change of heart, and returns to school contrite:
Breezy (in tears): I’m sorry I was a naughty boy. I don’t wanna get expelled… I wanna be president too.
This short film made a deep impression on me. The idea that if I studied hard, I could become the president of the United States?—that I was supposed to aspire to this?—was astonishing to my preschool self. I remember thinking, “Is this why we go to school, to become president? What if I don’t want to be president? What if everybody wanted to be president? What would happen?”
While the Nietzschean, Shakespearean will to power is tragic and profoundly European, the mythical notion of upward mobility—the idea that an ordinary individual (Breezy Brisbane, for example) can, through effort, ambition, and force of will, ascend the ranks of the social, political, and economic order to reach the summit of power, wealth, and prestige—is comical and uniquely American.
There was even something slightly comical and uniquely American about the way the name for the leader of the newly constituted United States of America was chosen. It was the subject of a tedious and protracted debate, bordering on the absurd, between the nation’s new House of Representatives and Senate. Members of the House feared that a grand title, like king (which had been put forward by the Senate), would give the new incumbent (George Washington) and his successors grand authoritarian ideas.
“There were those who were worried that the president would turn into a despotic, all-powerful monarch,” said Dr. Kathleen Bartoloni-Tuazon, author of For Fear of an Elective King: George Washington and the Presidential Title Controversy of 1789. “But there was another group of Americans who were worried about a weak executive that would be subject to manipulation.”4 Other titles were mooted, including chief magistrate, protector of liberties of the peoples of the United States of America, elective majesty, sacred majesty, elective highness, illustrious highness, and serene highness. According to Bartoloni-Tuazon, “The Senate actually went on record as recommending, ‘His Highness, President of the United States and Protector of Their Liberties.’”5 The House countered with the least prestigious title it could come up with: just plain president. No country had yet used that term to describe its head of state. The word, which derives from French and Latin, denotes the person who presides over a meeting, equivalent to pedestrian titles like moderator, foreman, or overseer.6 The House prevailed, and George Washington became the first president of the United States of America.
The American presidency never rendered the person who occupied the position sacrosanct. Although hugely popular with the electorate, by his second term, President Washington was the object of savage attacks and vicious slander in a press campaign secretly led by his former allies, including Benjamin Franklin and future presidents Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, and James Monroe. Throughout the history of the republic, US presidents have been objects of admiration, derision, mockery, and mirth. Yet the presidency remains at the pinnacle of the American hierarchy. Or does it?