Behind the placid neoclassical façade of the White House, a great deal is always going on, in any presidential administration. And few administrations were more eventful than that of Abraham Lincoln, the President who led the Union cause to victory in the American Civil War and – through measures like the Emancipation Proclamation and the 13th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution – worked to end slavery in the United States. Fortunately for history, a perceptive and eloquent African American woman named Elizabeth Keckley ended up working as a dressmaker for First Lady Mary Todd Lincoln; and her 1868 memoir Behind the Scenes provides what its title promises – a look “behind the scenes” at the Lincolns’ political lives and family life during the four years of the Lincoln Administration.
Keckley was herself a survivor of slavery in Virginia and Missouri – hence the book’s subtitle: Thirty Years a Slave, and Four Years in the White House. She begins her book by reflecting on slavery as a longstanding wrong in American life, and on the long process by which growing numbers of Americans came to perceive the evil of slavery, writing that “An act may be wrong, but unless the ruling power recognizes the wrong, it is useless to hope for a correction of it….In fact, we give but little thought to the plant of evil until it grows to such monstrous proportions that it overshadows important interests; then the efforts to destroy it become earnest” (pp. 3-4).
From these general reflections, Keckley proceeds to a look back at her early life as an enslaved person in Southside Virginia. Those passages of Behind the Scenes make for difficult reading, particularly when she describes attacks she faced from a man who had simply decided that it was his job to try (unsuccessfully) to break her spirit. The reader is moved by Keckley’s declaration that “We who are crushed to earth with heavy chains, who travel a weary, rugged, thorny road, groping through midnight darkness on earth, earn our right to enjoy the sunshine in the great hereafter” (p. 9).
I find that each slavery narrative I read provides new insights into the grim realities of plantation society. In Behind the Scenes, Keckley discusses how one of the slaveholders who held her in bondage, a Colonel Burwell, did not like to see unhappy faces among the enslaved people on his plantation, and therefore punished any enslaved person who looked unhappy. “Alas,” Keckley writes, “the sunny face of the slave is not always an indication of sunshine in the heart” (p. 11).
Eventually, Keckley’s journey as an enslaved person took her from Southside Virginia to Saint Louis, Missouri, in accordance with the “new-start” aspirations of a slaveholder who was not doing well in Virginia. In Saint Louis, Keckley cultivated her skills with a needle, in a manner that prefigured her later success as a dressmaker: “With my needle I kept bread in the mouths of seventeen persons for five years and two months” (p. 17).
Keckley eventually did gain her freedom, in 1855, and the reader of Behind the Scenes gets to see the bureaucracy of antebellum emancipation, as Keckley includes in her book the long litany of forms and letters through which Keckley’s freedom before the law was finally recognized.
By 1860, the now-free Keckley had made her way back east, to Washington, D.C., where she worked for a time for then-U.S. Senator Jefferson Davis and his family. When the Davises left Washington during the secession crisis, they advised Keckley to go with them; she wisely demurred.
With the onset of the Lincoln Administration, an introduction to the nation’s new First Lady, Mary Todd Lincoln, initiated the process by which Keckley came to work at the White House, and to become not only a dressmaker for, but a valued confidante of, Mrs. Lincoln. Keckley’s insider provides that behind-the-scenes look at the White House lives of the Lincolns that the book’s title promises.
The passages detailing the good-natured quarreling between the intense Mary Todd Lincoln and the more easygoing Abraham Lincoln have an amusing domestic quality to them. Mrs. Lincoln distrusted Treasury Secretary Salmon P. Chase and General George B. McClellan (justifiably), as well as Secretary of State William Seward and General Ulysses S. Grant (unfairly), and it is amusing to see the President and the First Lady amiably squabbling over these mutual associates. On the other hand, those parts of the book that set forth the intensity of the Lincolns’ grief at the death of their 11-year-old son Willie in 1862 make for wrenching reading.
Keckley’s devout religiosity comes through in her recollection of a moment in early 1863, when the war seemed to be going against the Union. She saw President Lincoln take up the Bible and read from the Book of Job, and reflects on that tableau as follows: “What a sublime picture was this! A ruler of a mighty nation going to the pages of the Bible with simple Christian earnestness for comfort and courage, and finding both in the darkest hours of a nation’s calamity. Ponder it, O ye scoffers at God’s Holy Word, and then hang your heads for very shame!” (p. 49)
My own reading of that moment might be somewhat different. President Lincoln, as I understand it, held deistic beliefs in a higher power, but was suspicious of organized religion. Perhaps President Lincoln, who loved the poetry of the King James Bible, turned to the Book of Job simply for a powerful recounting of how people endure seemingly unendurable suffering, the same way he might have taken up Shakespeare’s King Lear. But if Keckley’s religious faith helped her to endure the unendurable, in the form of 30 years of slavery, then I am glad of it.
Eventually, the war ended – with Union victory and the emancipation of four million once-enslaved African Americans. The war’s end was also marked by the assassination of President Lincoln at Ford’s Theatre, just five days after Lee’s surrender at Appomattox Court House. The fatal shooting occurred right before Mary Todd Lincoln’s eyes, and she was denied any access to her husband while he lay dying. No wonder poor Mrs. Lincoln was never the same afterward.
Behind the Scenes is of particular value in the light it sheds on Mrs. Lincoln’s post-war life. Pressed for money in the immediate aftermath of the war (the U.S. Congress did not grant her a pension until 1870), Mrs. Lincoln relocated to Chicago. By November of 1867, Mrs. Lincoln was trying to raise money by selling portions of her wartime wardrobe – an initiative that was widely criticized as unworthy of the dignity of the American presidency.
Mrs. Lincoln’s letters from the time, included as a later chapter of Behind the Scenes, reveal her feelings of bitterness at the U.S. government regarding her then still-pending pension, along with her mounting feelings of desperation at the state of her finances:
“I feel chiefly the humiliation of my small circumscribed income. If Congress, or the Nation, had given me the four years’ salary, I should have been able to live as the widow of the great President Lincoln should, with sufficient means to give liberally to all beloved objects….Although the petty sum of $22,000 was an insufficient return for Congress to make me, and allowanced to its meagreness by men who traduced and vilified the loved wife of the great man who made them, and from whom they amassed great fortunes….And yet, all this was permitted by an American people, who owed their remaining a nation to my husband!” (pp. 152-53)
On those controversies over Mrs. Lincoln’s postwar behavior, Keckley asks the reader to be understanding and forbearant: “For an act may be wrong judged purely by itself, but when the motive that prompted the act is understood, it is construed differently….None of us are perfect, for which reason we should heed the voice of charity when it whispers in our ears, ‘Do not magnify the imperfections of others” (pp. 4-5).
As Mrs. Lincoln was criticized for the attempted sale of artifacts from her time in the White House, so Keckley was criticized for publishing Behind the Scenes when the book first came out in 1868. Mrs. Lincoln, for her part, did not appreciate the publication of letters that she had intended to remain private, and her displeasure is understandable. Now, however, Keckley’s book is appreciated by historians and students of the Civil War era, for its intimate look at life in the Lincoln White House. For students of African American history and women’s history, Behind the Scenes is a true find.