Every year the National Park Foundation marks the November 19, 1863 Gettysburg Address when Lincoln dedicated the Gettysburg cemetery. Today the New York Times published an article by Dan Barry recounting this year’s Dedication Day Ceremony. Harold Holzer, an outstanding Lincoln scholar, recited the Address, but he added a few introductory remarks. Holzer just published a book on Lincoln and immigrants. Here are parts of today’s article on this ceremony from the New York Times:
…Now, exactly two weeks after a contentious presidential election that seemed only to widen the American divide, it was the daunting honor of a Lincoln scholar named Harold Holzer to channel the 16th president and recite his immortal words. He, too, is bearded, but he grew up in the borough of Queens, not the woods of Kentucky, and he stands five-foot-nine, maybe.
Mr. Holzer knew the address almost as well as he knew the Shema, the Jewish prayer. Even so, he had fretted in the days leading up to this moment. “I don’t have the voice for it,” he had said.
The timing of the ceremony, so soon after the election of a once and future president, left Mr. Holzer mourning how starkly the understanding of “presidential” had changed between then and now. Between a man known as “Honest Abe” and a man with 34 felony convictions; between one who summoned “the better angels of our nature” and one who referred to his opponent as “retarded” and undocumented immigrants as “poisoning the blood of our country.”
“Heartbreaking,” Mr. Holzer said.
On that distant day, mild like this one, Lincoln and other dignitaries had assembled on a creaking wooden platform at the edge of the town cemetery. Reflections of the three July days of bloodshed, culminating in more than 50,000 casualties, were all around — the bullet-pocked buildings, the cannon-scarred fields, the shell-fragment souvenirs sold along the roadside. The transformed town had been left to contend with thousands of dead and dying soldiers.
The invitation Lincoln received to deliver “a few appropriate remarks” had been an afterthought. A prominent orator, Edward Everett, had already been chosen to deliver the keynote address, and when it came time, the man gave it his all: nearly two hours of classical allusion, detailed description and sentiment.
Then the president, aged by war and the loss of a dear son, ridiculed by some as coarse and apelike, rose. In a clear but reedy voice he began — “Four score and seven years ago” — and finished in about two minutes. He sat down, convinced that his brief words had not found purchase.
Now, a couple of hundred yards from where Lincoln had stood, Mr. Holzer sat among other V.I.P.s on a bunting-adorned rostrum that faced several hundred guests in foldout chairs as white as the tombstones in the distance. Most were in casual clothes; a few wore Civil War-era attire; at least one wore a MAGA hat.
Mr. Holzer wore a tweed jacket, gray pants and, beneath those pants, long johns. Having attended many of these annual commemorations, organized by the Lincoln Fellowship of Pennsylvania, he knew the bite of the November winds that blow across the somber grounds.
He had served many roles over his 75 years: newspaper reporter, press officer for Gov. Mario M. Cuomo of New York, museum executive and, currently, director of the Roosevelt House Public Policy Institute at Hunter College in Manhattan. He had written and edited more than 50 books, nearly all centering on Lincoln and his era, and — come to think of it, he was no longer that nervous.
But before Mr. Holzer could approach the lectern, an annual ceremony within this annual ceremony had to take place. Sixteen people from eight countries — Bhutan, Britain, the Dominican Republic, Ghana, Guatemala, India, Mexico and South Africa — stood as one.
They raised their right hands. They renounced fidelity to any other “foreign prince, potentate, state or sovereignty.” They vowed to defend the Constitution. They pledged their allegiance to the United States of America.
With that, an official from the United States Citizenship and Immigration Services welcomed “our newest citizens” to sustained applause. The Gettysburg Area High School Ceremonial Band struck up “America the Beautiful,” and white-haired Daughters of the American Revolution handed them red-white-and-blue trinkets and copies of the Constitution.
Among these new Americans was Hugo Lara Barajas, a truck driver and crane operator originally from Mexico. During the ceremony, his wife, Monceratt Moya, minded their infant, Araceli, while their two other children, Anastasia, 6, and Joaquin, 3, rolled around on the grass and played with a small souvenir American flag.
“I’ve been waiting for this for a very long time,” Mr. Barajas would later say. “Now I can vote.”
The scene, a sublime twinning of the solemn and the celebratory, deeply moved one of the onlookers, a grandson of Eastern European immigrants: Mr. Holzer. With a black-ink pen, he added a few words to his introductory remarks.
Now it was time. Summoned to the lectern, Mr. Holzer unfolded his notes. He explained that what he was about to read was “sacred American scripture,” and that to him, “this speech, this elegy, has never seemed more haunting, more relevant and more crucial than it does today — when it feels not like a relic from the past, but a prayer for the future.”
Then, reading what he had just jotted down, the Lincoln scholar addressed the newest citizens: “No matter what words you may have heard or will hear — words that may seem tumultuous, or angry, or even hurtful — this is the voice of America.”
He began: “Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.”
As Mr. Holzer read, slowly, flawlessly, the biblical cadence of Lincoln’s simple language cast its mesmeric spell. The words and imagery, intertwining the specific battle of Gettysburg and the ideological battle over equality, carried particular potency, given that a few dozen yards away, inscribed stones marked the resting places of thousands who had died for national unity, hundreds of them rechristened for eternity as “unknown.”
The only sounds were the words. Some bowed their heads.
“That we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain — that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom — and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.”
Mr. Holzer sat down. Quiet lingered.
“The Battle Hymn of the Republic” was sung. A benediction was said. And the bugler played “Taps.”
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