Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story
Hamilton began by chance when the show’s creator, Tony award-winner Lin-Manuel Miranda, picked up Ron Chernow’s landmark biography of Alexander Hamilton to read on vacation. Miranda saw “the $10 founding father without a father” as the embodiment of hip-hop: a penniless immigrant who rose to power through the power of his words. The show began life as a concept album before morphing into a full-blown musical which debuted on Broadway in August. The show sold $30 million worth of tickets before it even opened, and prime seats currently command over $1,300.
The story follows Hamilton’s journey from his birth in illegitimate squalor “dropped in a forgotten spot in the Caribbean,” through his appointment as George Washington’s right-hand man and service as the nation’s first Treasury Secretary, to his disgrace in the nation’s first sex scandal and his death at the hands of rival Aaron Burr. Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, and Lafayette are all there to challenge him along the way. Even King George III saunters onstage to warn his unfaithful subjects: “And when push comes to shove I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love.”
Miranda’s propulsive score will satisfy everyone who’s waited for hip-hop to meet harpsichords and fall in love. It combines traditional Broadway influences from Gilbert & Sullivan and Stephen Sondheim to contemporary sounds like the rapper Notorious B.I.G.
The show has reduced sober critics to drooling fanboys. The New York Times’ Ben Brantley gushed “it really is that good,” and confessed, “I am loath to tell people to mortgage their houses and lease their children to acquire tickets to a Broadway show. ButHamilton . . . might just about be worth it.” Even the Wall Street Journal’s Terry Teachout calls it “the most exciting and significant musical of the decade,” and says, “Do whatever you have to do short of grand larceny to score a ticket.”
As it turns out, there are only a couple of direct references to taxes. At one point Thomas Jefferson snarls, “Look, when Britain taxed our tea, we got frisky imagine what gon’ happen when you try to tax our whiskey.” But that line appears in a song titled “Cabinet Battle #1” that turns Hamilton’s plan to finance the U.S. government into a rap battle. (It’s not the sort of thing you expect to hear on Broadway, right?) Hamilton championed a strong federal government, with implied powers to assume states’ debts, and establish a national bank. His forceful advocacy is arguably why the bulk of our taxes today go to Uncle Sam and not your state or local government.
We realize that when the curtain rises on April 15, you probably aren’t humming show tunes. But it’s worth remembering, at least occasionally, that taxes really are the price we pay for civilization. And while our current tax code may seem as illegitimately-conceived as the Founding Father who paved its way, it’s the product of a uniquely American experiment in self-government that seems to still be working 200 years later.