George Washington To Alexander Hamilton, January 25, 1777:

george washington to alexander hamilton, january 25, 1777:

"Captain Alexander Hamilton, of the New York company of artillery, by applying to the printer of this paper, may hear of something to his advantage."

i need someone to confirm for me that "our common father" refers to washington. because if so i am ready to scream my head off.

“Hamilton was to me, my dear Sir, more than friend, he was a brother. We were both very young, when associated with our common father; our friendship, formed in days of peril and glory, suffered no diminution from time: with Tilghman and with Laurens, I was upon terms most affectionate; but with Hamilton, my relations were brotherly.”

— Marquis de Lafayette to George Washington Parke Custis when the latter asked Lafayette for his reaction to Hamilton’s death. 

washington's beef with aaron burr (almost said canonical, jesus christ) compared to hamilton's relative good will (?) towards burr is so funny to me. you KNOW that in the afterlife that old man was clenching his fist and muttering "I told you Hamilton I told you, I fucking knew it".

this is made explicit in the musical but i'd argue it's also very much applicable to the real hamilton. his childhood experiences probably pushed him on and gave him that great thirst and drive, and he channeled that energy into writing.

and of course, honor was always going to be a touchy subject. illegitimate orphan of a woman called a whore is bad enough, but that combined with actually upper-class, noble familial connections? the fact that his father wasn't even dead so alexander probably kept him in his mind constantly? it probably exacerbated hamilton's issues even more so than if he'd just been a poor man's son. because now you've got a sense that you're owed something and have something to be proud of, but you still have to fight for it tooth and nail every step of the way.

"Why do you write like you need it to survive?" because he does he does he does. he wouldn't have survived if he hadn't begun clerking for the landlord or worked in a trading charter, jobs that inherently require skills in writing. he wrote about the hurricane's destruction of his hometown so poignantly that people decided to help him in furthering his education, KEEPING HIM ALIVE. and as much as he wanted to be something else, as much as he wanted a troop of men to command, hamilton as an adult/young man was NOTHING without his writing. he wouldn't have been washington's right hand man, he wouldn't have gone to the winter's ball to meet eliza, he wouldn't have wooed her with his letters or convinced her father, he wouldn't have built his career or been a founding father. he would have died, a bastard, orphan, impoverished. dead. "Why do you write like you need it to survive?" because he DOES. that's why hamilton could never let an insult go, that's why he always needed to write back, that's why he never stopped reaching for more, because without his writing, without his wit, without his rapid responses, he is NOTHING

me desperately trying to connect my niche interest to contemporary events:

the wonka experience in glasgow but it's hamilton having lofty dreams and expectations for the american cause and its ideals only to join washington's staff and realize what a shit show everything is. worst part - he's now one of the main oompa loompas.