Posted on 07/20/2020 6:32:30 AM PDT by Kaslin
I read the other day that the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, Gen. Mark Milley, apparently is in favor of renaming military bases named for Confederates. Having spent the first three years -- and the very last year -- of my military career as a paratrooper at Fort Bragg, NC, I have a bit of a problem with that.
Gen. Milley may be intimately familiar with the history behind the names of all military posts in all of the branches of the services, and in the case of those named for people, their individual histories. That would put him into a pretty exclusive category: most civilians in the states where such bases are located don't know much about the people for whom bases are named, even those who work on them. The same can probably be said for many, if not most, of the military members stationed there, though they have a much higher likelihood of knowing at least the person a base was named after. I'm pretty sure that most members of Congress don't know who the bases in their districts were named for, though they no doubt have staffers who do, or can find out quickly if needed. Even among people who might know full names, they probably couldn't tell you much about them, what war(s) they served in, or whose side they were on if they even guessed "Civil War" correctly. Until a few weeks ago, nobody cared a whole lot.
(Excerpt) Read more at americanthinker.com ...
“Joint Chiefs of Staff, Gen. Mark Milley”
- The General George McClellan of our era.
Thanks, Neil Peart.
The Bolsheviks wanted to destroy the past, and so did the Red Guards. And their acts proved a disaster for Russia and China. Much that was irreplaceable was lost. Destroying monuments and the frenzy to rename is just the start.
The Bolsheviks wanted to destroy the past, and so did the Red Guards. And their acts proved a disaster for Russia and China. Much that was irreplaceable was lost. Destroying monuments and the frenzy to rename is just the start.
One must destroy the past in order to steal the future.
Which song is this from? It must be newer Rush because my old school Rush memory does not recognize it. RIP Neil Peart.
A Farewell To Kings, from the album of the same title.
Sounds like the past was destroyed long before the suggestion of changing the names came up.
That's the real shame.
Everyone be sure to thank Nimrata Randhawa.
Post-Bolshevik Russia is actually recovering its past, especially its religious past. Churches destroyed by communists have been rebuilt and new ones are proliferating.
The Church of the Blood stands on the site where the Tsar and his family were murdered in 1918. The actual house where it took place was razed by the Soviets in 1977.
Whether we in America will see a similar revival is in doubt.
Reference?
What poem and author is it?
See post 8.
Yep. I will never support Nimrata after what she did in SC.
I bet 90%, at least, of the protesters terrorists have no knowledge of what they're tearing down. "It's there and somebody said it's gotta come down, wanna help?" is good enough for them.
I hope so. How ironic that while Russia is building monuments and restoring churches, reclaiming what the communists demolished, we are in a frenzy to destroy the past. One brand new cathedral is to honor the military. I was impressed how well they rebuilt the Cathedral of Christ the Savior (in late 1990s?) that the communists had demolished.
Thank you for that. Great to see them in their youth. Best noise 3 people ever made together. Sad they are gone but the music is still with us.
Party ownership of the print media
made it easy to manipulate public opinion,
and the film and radio carried the process further.
....... The Ministry of Truth, Winston's place of work, contained, it was said, three thousand rooms above ground level, and corresponding ramifications below. The Ministry of Truth concerned itself with Lies. Party ownership of the print media made it easy to manipulate public opinion, and the film and radio carried the process further. The primary job of the Ministry of Truth was to supply the citizens of Oceania with newspapers, films, textbooks, telescreen programmes, plays, novels - with every conceivable kind of information, instruction, or entertainment, from a statue to a slogan, from a lyric poem to a biological treatise, and from a child's spelling-book to a Newspeak dictionary. Winston worked in the RECORDS DEPARTMENT (a single branch of the Ministry of Truth) editing and writing for The Times. He dictated into a machine called a speakwrite. Winston would receive articles or news-items which for one reason or another it was thought necessary to alter, or, in Newspeak, rectify. If, for example, the Ministry of Plenty forecast a surplus, and in reality the result was grossly less, Winston's job was to change previous versions so the old version would agree with the new one. This process of continuous alteration was applied not only to newspapers, but to books, periodicals, pamphlets, posters, leaflets, films, sound-tracks, cartoons, photographs - to every kind of literature or documentation which might conceivably hold any political or ideological significance. When his day's work started, Winston pulled the speakwrite towards him, blew the dust from its mouthpiece, and put on his spectacles. He dialed 'back numbers' on the telescreen and called for the appropriate issues of The Times, which slid out of the pneumatic tube after only a few minutes' delay. The messages he had received referred to articles or news-items which for one reason or another it was thought necessary to rectify. In the walls of the cubicle there were three orifices. To the right of the speakwrite, a small pneumatic tube for written messages; to the left, a larger one for newspapers; and on the side wall, within easy reach of Winston's arm, a large oblong slit protected by a wire grating. This last was for the disposal of waste paper. Similar slits existed in thousands or tens of thousands throughout the building, not only in every room but at short intervals in every corridor. For some reason they were nicknamed memory holes. When one knew that any document was due for destruction, or even when one saw a scrap of waste paper lying about, it was an automatic action to lift the flap of the nearest memory hole and drop it in, whereupon it would be whirled away on a current of warm air to the enormous furnaces which were hidden somewhere in the recesses of the building. As soon as Winston had dealt with each of the messages, he clipped his speakwritten corrections to the appropriate copy of The Times and pushed them into the pneumatic tube. Then, with a movement which was as nearly as possible unconscious, he crumpled up the original message and any notes that he himself had made, and dropped them into the memory hole to be devoured by the flames. What happened in the unseen labyrinth to which the tubes led, he did not know in detail, but he did know in general terms. As soon as all the corrections which happened to be necessary in any particular number of The Times had been assembled and collated, that number would be reprinted, the original copy destroyed, and the corrected copy placed on the files in its stead. In the cubicle next to him the little woman with sandy hair toiled day in day out, simply at tracking down and deleting from the Press the names of people who had been vaporized and were therefore considered never to have existed. And this hall, with its fifty workers or thereabouts, was only one-sub-section, a single cell, as it were, in the huge complexity of the Records Department. Beyond, above, below, were other swarms of workers engaged in an unimaginable multitude of jobs. There were huge printing-shops and their sub editors, their typography experts, and their elaborately equipped studios for the faking of photographs. There was the tele-programmes section with its engineers, its producers and its teams of actors specially chosen for their skill in imitating voices; clerks whose job was simply to draw up lists of books and periodicals which were due for recall; vast repositories where the corrected documents were stored; and the hidden furnaces where the original copies were destroyed. And somewhere or other, quite anonymous, there were the directing brains who co-ordinated the whole effort and laid down the lines of policy which made it necessary that this fragment of the past should be preserved, that one falsified, and the other rubbed out of existence. |
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