Table Of ContentTHE	INVISIBLES
The	Untold	Story	of	African	American	Slaves	in	the	White
House
JESSE	J.	HOLLAND
Guilford,	Connecticut
An	imprint	of	Rowman	&	Littlefield	Distributed	by	NATIONAL	BOOK
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Copyright	©	2016	by	Jesse	J.	Holland	All	rights	reserved.	No	part	of	this	book
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For	Carol,	Rita,	and	Jamie,	who	make	it	all	worth	it	to	me.
CONTENTS
Acknowledgments
Foreword
CHAPTER	1:	Introduction
CHAPTER	2:	William	Lee	and	New	York	City
CHAPTER	3:	The	Beginning	of	African	Slavery	in	the	United	States
CHAPTER	4:	Oney	Judge	and	Philadelphia
CHAPTER	5:	Slavery	and	the	Construction	of	the	White	House
CHAPTER	6:	Thomas	Jefferson	and	the	First	White	House	Slaves
CHAPTER	7:	The	Great	American	Melting	Pot
CHAPTER	8:	Paul	Jennings	and	the	Burning	of	the	White	House
CHAPTER	9:	Slavery,	Indentured	Servitude,	and	the	Law
CHAPTER	10:	Andrew	Jackson’s	Stables
CHAPTER	11:	The	Rest
CHAPTER	12:	Conclusion
Bibliography
About	the	Author
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
THIS	FIVE-YEAR	PROJECT	IS	LOVINGLY	DEDICATED	TO	MY	WIFE	AND	children,	who
had	to	put	up	with	me	skipping	bicycle	rides,	story	times,	violin	practice,	date
night,	and	other	assorted	activities	so	I	could	huddle	downstairs	in	the	basement
office	with	my	computer	and	music	composing	these	words.	Without	Carol	June,
Rita	Elaine,	and	Jesse	James	III,	none	of	this	would	have	been	worth	doing.	You
three	are	why	I	do	what	I	do,	and	I	hope	you	know	how	much	I	love	you.
Special	thanks	go	to	my	parents,	Jesse	and	Yvonne	Holland.	My	father—the
first	Jesse	J.	Holland—read	an	earlier	version	of	this	work	a	couple	of	years	ago
and	said	simply,	“It’s	good.”	I	can	feel	the	smile	spreading	over	my	face	now	as
I	remember	that	seemingly	offhand	comment	from	him	as	we	sat	chatting	late
one	night	when	I	was	visiting	my	childhood	home	in	Mississippi.	I	don’t	think
I’ve	received	a	higher	compliment	in	my	life.	And	Mom,	you	know	all	of	this	is
you,	right?	Your	curiosity,	your	determination,	your	single-mindedness,	and
your	creativity	are	all	reflected	in	everything	I	do.	The	world	lost	a	great	writer
when	you	selflessly	decided	to	spend	your	career	teaching	English	instead	of
finishing	up	your	own	work.	And	I	still	think	the	world	deserves	to	read	“The
Backwoods	of	Benton	County.”	We’re	going	to	have	to	do	something	about	that.
I	also	have	to	thank	my	family	in	Mississippi:	My	sisters	and	brother,	Twyla,
Candace,	and	Fred,	kept	me	sane	and	grounded	when	I	felt	like	banging	my	head
against	a	wall,	and	kept	pushing	when	I	felt	like	giving	up;	my	nieces	and
nephew—Alexandria,	Samantha,	Fred	Jr.,	Aida,	and	Annie—I	look	forward	to
the	next	time	I’m	at	home	and	we	get	to	spend	some	serious	quality	time
together;	and	all	of	my	cousins,	uncles,	aunts,	and	other	relatives	who	make	up
the	extended	Holland	and	Boga	families.	You’re	all	the	best	and	I’ll	see	you
Thanksgiving	and/or	at	the	next	reunion.
Dr.	Rita	Womack	is	deserving	of	a	special	thanks	on	this	page	for	being
there	whenever	she	was	needed	in	any	capacity	that	was	required	at	that
moment.	I	wouldn’t	get	out	the	door	every	morning	without	her	help,	and	so,
moment.	I	wouldn’t	get	out	the	door	every	morning	without	her	help,	and	so,
thank	you	from	the	bottom	of	my	heart.	My	in-laws,	Mark	and	Leslie,	also
deserve	mention	here	because	they	always	take	on	some	of	my	burdens	when
they’re	here	so	I	can	write.
There	are	so	many	other	people	who	helped	me	get	to	this	point:	the	entire
Goucher	College	community	but	especially	Patsy	Sims,	the	former	director	of
the	Creative	Nonfiction	Master	of	Fine	Arts	program,	where	parts	of	this	work
were	first	refined	as	an	idea	and	then	as	my	MFA	thesis.	And	then	there	were	my
Goucher	mentors,	each	of	whom	contributed	greatly	to	this	project:	Jacob
Levenson,	who	came	up	with	the	name	for	this	project,	a	version	of	which
currently	adorns	the	cover;	Laura	Wexler,	who	gave	me	the	confidence	that	you
could	be	a	journalist	and	a	long-form	storyteller	all	at	the	same	time	(and	whose
advice	on	looking	at	your	own	family	for	great	story	potential	I	plan	to	use	in	my
next	project);	my	dearest	Diana	Hume	George,	who	was	always	there	with	a
word	of	wisdom	when	I	most	desperately	needed	to	hear	it	and	someone	who
gives	me	hope	that	someday	when	I	grow	up	I	can	be	a	real	writer;	and	Leslie
Rubinkowski,	the	new	director	of	the	Goucher	Creative	Nonfiction	Master	of
Fine	Arts	program,	who	got	me	across	the	finish	line	with	the	inimitable	style
and	grace	she	brings	to	everything.	And	a	big	thank	you	goes	to	my	fellow
Goucher	MFAers	(next	study	hall’s	on	me!),	but	especially	Stef	Loh,	Becky
Lerner,	Annmarie	Chiarini,	Lisa	Whipple,	Earl	Swift,	Mike	Capuzzo,	Fanny
Brewster,	Becky	Lerner,	Nena	Baker,	Magin	Lasov	Gregg,	Lyra	Hilliard,	Mora
Lee,	Robyn	Barberry,	Meredith	May,	Ann	Stader,	Mike	Freeman,	Holly
Sneeringer,	Lauren	Sallinger,	and	Julie	Strauss	Bettinger,	who	all	read	pieces	of
this	during	our	two	years	together	at	Goucher.
Thank	you	to	everyone	at	the	Carol	Mann	Literary	Agency,	but	especially	to
my	agent,	Joanne	Wyckoff.	In	addition	to	being	my	agent,	Joanne	helped	craft
the	proposal	used	to	sell	The	Invisibles	as	one	of	my	instructors	at	Goucher.	Her
deft	touch	can	be	seen	throughout	this	book,	and	writers,	if	you	get	a	chance	to
work	with	her	on	a	proposal?	Take	it.	She	knows	what	she’s	doing.
There	are	so	many	people	who	took	time	out	of	their	day	to	answer	questions
and	direct	me	on	how	to	find	needed	information	who	need	to	be	mentioned
here:	the	library	staff	at	the	Thurgood	Marshall	Library	at	Bowie	State
University	for	allowing	me	to	use	their	facilities	during	my	research	and	writing
phases;	the	now-retired	Yvonne	Lev	at	Goucher	College	for	her	fabulous
researching	skills;	the	library	staff	at	the	Bowie	branches	of	the	Prince	George’s
County	Library;	the	library	staff	in	the	Sojourner	Truth	room	at	the	Oxon	Hill
branch	of	the	Prince	George’s	County	Library;	the	library	staff	at	the	University
of	Maryland’s	Theodore	McKeldin	Library;	the	staff	at	the	Library	of	Congress
and	the	National	Archives	in	Washington,	DC,	who	are	probably	tired	of	seeing
and	the	National	Archives	in	Washington,	DC,	who	are	probably	tired	of	seeing
me	by	now;	and	the	employees	at	Mount	Vernon,	Monticello,	Montpelier,	The
Hermitage,	Ash	Lawn–Highland,	Sherwood	Forest,	and	the	Spring-field
plantations.	I	was	always	fearful	that	people	whose	jobs	depend	on	making	early
presidents’	lives	look	good	would	not	be	willing	to	talk	about	their	slaves	but
everyone—and	I	mean	everyone—was	not	only	willing	but	eager	to	help.	A
special	thanks	goes	to	Marsha	Mullin	at	The	Hermitage,	Beth	Taylor	at
Montpelier,	and	Nancy	Stetz	at	Ash	Lawn–Highland,	whose	help	I’ll	always
appreciate.	Thank	you	to	all	of	those	researchers	and	writers	whose	work	paved
the	way	for	this	book:	Annette	Gordon-Reed,	Wil	Heygood,	Clarence	Lusane,
Garry	Wills,	Tingba	Apidta,	Lucia	Stanton,	Mary	V.	Thompson,	Kenneth	T.
Walsh,	Bob	Arnebeck,	Sandra	Fitzpatrick,	Maria	R.	Goodwin,	Dorothy	Price-
Haskins,	William	Seale,	and	William	Bushong;	Alexandra	Lane	and	everyone
else	at	the	White	House	Historical	Association;	Richard	Baker	and	Donald
Ritchie	in	the	US	Senate;	and	everyone	else	who	has	written	or	helped	research
slavery	in	Washington,	DC.	A	special	thanks	goes	to	Arthur	Johnson,	a	historical
interpreter	at	Colonial	Williamsburg,	who	helped	start	me	down	this	road	years
ago	(I	couldn’t	remember	his	name	after	I	met	him	the	first	time,	but	we
reconnected	on	a	second	trip	to	Colonial	Williamsburg	and	I	told	him	I	would
thank	him	properly	in	my	second	book!).
An	extra	big	thank	you	goes	to	everyone	at	The	Associated	Press,	but
especially	my	three	bureau	chiefs	in	Washington,	DC:	Sandy	Johnson,	Ron
Fournier,	and	Sally	Buzbee.	I	also	want	to	acknowledge	my	editors	who	helped
me	through	working	on	all	of	this	while	also	doing	my	reporting	job	during
daylight	hours:	Matt	Yancey,	John	Henry,	Jim	Drinkard,	Mike	Sniffen,	and
Sonya	Ross.	Also	deserving	thanks	here	is	Mark	Sherman,	my	writing	partner	at
the	Supreme	Court,	who	shouldered	so	much	of	the	burden	there	while	I	was
working	on	my	Goucher	thesis.	Sonya	Ross	is	the	only	person	who	gets	thanks
here	twice,	because	in	addition	to	being	my	editor	she	is	also	a	good	friend	and
mentor.	On	my	list	of	mentors	also	deserving	acknowledgment	here	are	Robert
Naylor,	Will	Norton,	Gloria	J.	Brown	Marshall	(I’m	going	to	use	the	spinach-
filled	Ho-Ho	idea	in	print	one	day!),	and	Rod	Hicks.	And	I	can’t	forget	all	of	my
writer	and	creative	friends,	whose	careers	make	me	soooo	jealous:	Amy	Vincent,
David	Hitt,	April	Ryan,	Del	Wilber,	Nancy	Sharp,	Thom	Keller,	Rene	Pedraza
del	Prado,	Lee	Eric	Smith,	and	Tim	Ivy.
I	also	would	like	to	thank	all	of	my	friends	at	the	National	Association	of
Black	Journalists	and	my	brothers	of	the	Eta	Zeta	chapter	of	Omega	Psi	Phi
Fraternity,	Inc.,	and	my	fraternity	brother	from	another	mother,	Mark	Stephens.
We’ll	be	hitting	the	big	5-0	soon,	and	it’ll	be	time	to	set	it	out!
One	person	I	need	to	mention	here	at	the	end	is	Barry	Hannah,	the	great
One	person	I	need	to	mention	here	at	the	end	is	Barry	Hannah,	the	great
author	whom	I	had	the	pleasure	of	working	under	while	at	Ole	Miss.	Barry’s
gone	now,	but	all	of	the	advice	and	knowledge	he	passed	on	to	me	years	and
years	ago	still	rings	true.	And	Barry,	I	haven’t	forgotten	your	advice	and	I
promise	you,	I’m	working	on	it.
Finally,	there	are	so	many	people	I	need	to	thank	that	I’m	sure	I’m	leaving
someone	out	but	please,	place	the	blame	on	my	head	and	not	my	heart.