Stealing Horses, Stealing History: Kenyon's Political Ghosts, Ghouls, Goblins and such
Stealing Horses, Stealing History: Kenyon's Political Ghosts, Ghouls, Goblins and such
Wednesday was a dainty dip into the archives—definitely less of a deep dive and more a polite toe-touch into the murky depths of Kenyon's political past. My group—Liv, Emily, Elliot, and I—sorted through folders encasing the righteous fury of student political organizations. It was fascinating and, frankly, freaky to see how the Cold War/Red Scare paranoia bled into campus life, with letters and Collegian op-eds filled with wildly opposing takes on communism, conservatism, and the role of academia in national politics.
By Friday, we had our hands on our first archival box: the Civil War collection. And like a well-oiled machine, we quickly landed on our project's core idea—curating a display centered around Kenyon's involvement in major wars and how the institution has remembered, celebrated, or conveniently forgotten them. The folder I picked focused on Edwin Stanton, Class of 1834, who stole the show. As a student, Stanton borrowed (read: stole) Philander Chase's horse for a joyride, a tale of debauchery that feels hilariously in tune with Kenyon's ever-rebellious spirit. Stanton later became Lincoln's Secretary of War, proving that even a reckless horse thief can climb the political ladder (which would have been uplifting, but honestly, its impressiveness is lost today because look who our felon, sorry, I mean felon, sorry, I mean the president is…). Meanwhile, Liv uncovered details about the Gates of Hell—another link between Kenyon and the macabre theatrics of history. Seeing these names in weathered documents and Lincoln's inauguration photos in a 2005 Collegian clipping made history feel eerily close. These weren't just distant, untouchable figures; they were people like us, making impulsive, dumb choices, just with slightly higher stakes.
This brings me to Assmann's concept of "canon and archive." Assmann argues that collective memory operates in two distinct modes: canon, which actively preserves what a society deems valuable, and archive, which passively stores everything else, waiting to be rediscovered. Kenyon's history does both. The school has carefully curated its legacy—the solemn plaques, the hallowed names, the framed portraits of alumni who "mattered." Yet, tucked away in dusty folders are the wilder, messier truths: stolen horses, political manifestos dripping in prejudiced melodrama, and Lincoln's war secretary as a Kenyon delinquent (lol). These aren't the stories we see polished on brochures, but they are the ones that make the past feel real.
Applying this to our project, the tension between canon and archive is central. What Kenyon has chosen to remember—through official ceremonies, memorials, or named buildings—tells us what the institution values. But the archives tell us what has been left behind, sometimes intentionally. The challenge, then, is pulling these forgotten stories into the light, bridging the gap between the institution's curated memory and the unruly, deeply human history buried beneath it. In doing so, maybe we reclaim a bit of that past—not just as spectators, but as participants in its next iteration. And if that means honoring Stanton's reckless, horse-thieving spirit? So be it. Maybe we're all just one stolen horse away from greatness.
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