Ten Years Later, Christian Nationalism Makes It Hard to Enjoy ‘Hamilton’

Shortly after Hamilton was first released a decade ago, I found myself singing along to it rather loudly while building a new IKEA bed frame in a group house I had just founded.  
 
As I belted out the words to one of the more familiar songs from Act 1, “My Shot,” my new housemate poked her head around the corner and added her own voice to the mix. “I’m just like my country / I’m young, scrappy and hungry,” we sang in unison, creating a moment of joy and connection between a Catholic and a Protestant that provided the foundation for a lasting friendship and community-building work.