Henry Wiencek joins today's show to discuss his new book "Master of the Mountain: Thomas Jefferson and His Slaves."
Last Monday Jon Meacham joined The Cycle to discuss his book Thomas Jefferson: The Art of Power where his book focused on one of America’s most overexposed, yet elusive and least understood presidents.
On today’s show we are joined by Henry Wiencek, Author of Master of the Mountain: Thomas Jefferson and His Slaves. This book portrays another side of Thomas Jefferson. Henry Wiencek’s book has generated a lot of controversy as it shows us the man of business and public affairs who publicly decried the practice of slavery, but benefited handsomely from it.
Be sure to tune in at 3:40 p.m. for the full conversation and check out an excerpt from the book below.
Excerpted from Master of the Mountain: Thomas Jefferson and His Slaves by Henry Wiencek, published in 2012 by Farrar, Straus and Giroux. Copyright © 2012 by Henry Wiencek. All rights reserved.
Thomas Jefferson’s mansion stands atop his mountain like the Platonic ideal of a house: a perfect creation existing in an ethereal realm, literally above the clouds. To reach Monticello, you must ascend what a visitor called “this steep, savage hill,” through a thick forest and swirls of mist that recede at the summit, as if by command of the master of the mountain. “If it had not been called Monticello,” said another visitor, “I would call it Olympus, and Jove its occupant.” The house that presents itself at the summit seems to contain some kind of secret wisdom encoded in its form. Seeing Monticello is like reading an old American Revolutionary manifesto— the emotions still rise. This is the architecture of the New World, brought forth by its guiding spirit.
Under a churning gray sky on a ferociously hot July afternoon not long ago, a guide was telling a story about the plantation to a group of tourists. It was a story not of Jefferson but of a child slave and his impossible deliverance— an account of eleven- year- old Peter Fossett, sold here at auction. As the woman moved through Fossett’s story, the wind rose and thunder erupted, crashing around the mountaintop— Nature’s god attempting the Eroica. The guide and her group were jammed together under a shelter in the slave quarter just below the summit, and she said that anyone ner vous about the approaching storm could run to the old tunnel beneath the house. But having heard the beginning of Fossett’s story, no one moved.
Peter Fossett was sold in 1827 and split from his family in the enormous auction of 140 Monticello slaves after Jefferson had died. His Introduction: new master promised to release him if he was paid enough money, but broke that promise. Forbidden to read on pain of the whip, Fossett de- W ed the master and practiced his reading and writing at night in the dim glow of fading embers. He did this to save himself and his fellow slaves. The son of another slave said, “Peter Fossett taught my father to read and write by lightwood knots in the late hours of night when everyone was supposed to be asleep. They would steal away to a deserted cabin, over the hill from the big house, out of sight.”2 Having taught himself to read and write, Fossett did precisely what the slave masters feared he would do: he forged “free papers.” These fake emancipation documents allowed his sister and others to escape Virginia. He ran away himself and was caught and brought back to Charlottesville, but he could not be stopped: “I resolved to get free or die in the attempt.” He Z ed again and was caught again, and this time he was taken in handcuffs to the Richmond slave traders to be disposed of: “For the second time I was put up on the auction block and sold like a horse.”
But there was an intervention—“God raised up friends for me.”3 When word of the sale reached certain people in Charlottesville, they bought Fossett and sent him to Ohio a free man. There, he became a businessman, a Baptist minister, and a smuggler of fugitives through the Underground Railroad. In his old age he had one wish, to see Monticello again, which lived in his memory as “an earthly paradise.” The members of his church collected the necessary funds, and one last time Peter Fossett ascended Jefferson’s mountain, to the spot where we were standing and listening to his story, and again he saw this place where his family had lived in slavery for four generations, washed clean of slavery by war.
From where our group stood in the old slave quarter, on the slope below the summit, I could just see the upper level of Jefferson’s mansion and “the high ce re bral dome” atop it.4 Fossett’s story hinted at the obvious
ironies in this place. Up there lived the author of the Declaration of In de pen dence; down here lived Peter Fossett, forger of emancipation papers that enacted the Declaration. On any plantation, irony is thick, but this story contained reversals that plunged deeper than mere irony.
I had read Peter Fossett’s story, but that afternoon, when I heard it, I discovered elements in it I had missed. Told under a darkening sky and
accompanied by the fortissimo booms of a looming storm, Fossett’s powerful narrative of heroism, forgiveness, and transcendence shone as a Introduction: “This Steep, Savage Hill” 5 victory over slavery. But in that setting his story also raised a brooding moral question. The visitors heard the lost chord: as one, they gasped when they heard that after being sold in 1827 at the age of eleven, Fossett remained a slave for another twenty- four years; it seemed impossible to them that a person like Peter Fossett could be held as a slave. In that wordless gasp, past and present, slave and free, black and white, imploded into one instant of human recognition.
The visitors had committed the sin of “presentism,” judging the past by the standards of the present, but they couldn’t help themselves: Fossett’s story tore at their sense of justice and humanity. More than that: his courage, perseverance, and unshakable faith revealed the true character of a people who Thomas Jefferson had once said were inferior and had no place in America. How could these people have been held in slavery? It was an abomination, a betrayal of the very ideals Jefferson stood for. How could Jefferson not see it?
Actually, he did see it.
It is no great secret that an important part of the Declaration of Indepen dence went missing during the debates in the Continental Congress, but if you look at one section drafted by Thomas Jefferson and then deleted by the Congress, it will tell you a lot about both Jefferson and the foulness he then saw in slavery: “a market where MEN should be bought & sold,” a loathsome system, a precursor of what Walt Whitman
would call “the seething materialistic and business vortices of the United States, in their present devouring relations, controlling and belittling everything else.”