Posted on 08/14/2018 5:54:38 PM PDT by Kaslin
Anti-Confederate liberals (of various races) can't get over the fact that pro-common-sense liberals, moderates and conservatives (of various races) can't go over the fact that rhetorical agitation over race has led us down a blind alley.
The supposed "nationalist" rally in Washington, D.C., last weekend was more an embarrassment to its promoters than it was anything else significant. No one showed up but cops, journalists and anti-nationalist protesters.
Ho-hum. We're back approximately where we were before the Charlottesville, Virginia, disaster the Washington march was meant to commemorate -- a foul-tempered shouting match that ended in death for a bystander hit by a "nationalist"-driven car.
A vocal coterie continues to think all vestiges of the late Confederacy -- especially, statues of Gen. Robert E. Lee -- should be removed from the public gaze. A far larger number, it seems to me, posit the futility, and harm, that flow from keeping alive the animosities of the past.
The latter constituency rejects the contention that, look, the past is the present: requiring a huge, 16th-century-style auto da fe at which present generations confess and bewail the sins of generations long gone. The technique for repenting of sins one never committed in the first place is unknown to human experience. Nevertheless, it's what we're supposed to do. Small wonder we haven't done it, apart from removing the odd Lee statue, as at Dallas' Lee Park. To the enrichment of human understanding? If so, no one is making that claim.
Looks as though we're moving on to larger goals, like maybe -- I kid you not -- committing "The Eyes of Texas" to the purgative flames, now that the venerable school song of the University of Texas, and unofficial anthem of the whole state, has been found culpable.
Culpable, yes. I said I wasn't kidding. The university's vice provost for "diversity" has informed student government members who possibly hadn't known the brutal truth that "The Eyes" dates from the Jim Crow era. "This is definitely about minstrelsy and past racism," said the provost. "It's also about school pride. One question is whether it can be both those things."
Maybe it can't be anything. Maybe nothing can be, given our culture's susceptibility to calls for moral reformation involving less the change of heart than the wiping away of memory, like bad words on a blackboard. Gone! Forgotten! Except that nothing is ever forgotten, save at the margins of history. We are who we are because of who we have been; we are where we are because of the places we have dwelt and those to which we have journeyed.
A sign of cultural weakness at the knees is the disposition to appease the clamorous by acceding to their demands: as the Dallas City Council did when, erratically, and solely because a relative handful were demanding such an action, it sent its Lee statute away to repose in an airplane hanger. I am not kidding -- an airplane hanger.
Civilization demands that its genuine friends -- not the kibitzers and showmen on the fringe -- when taking the measure of present and future needs, will consider and reflect on the good and the less than good in life, not to mention the truly awful and the merely preposterous. To remember isn't to excuse; it's to learn and thus to grow in wisdom and understanding.
In freeing the slaves, Yankee soldiers shot and blew up and starved many a Confederate. Was that nice? Should we be happy that so many bayonets ripped apart so many intestines? No. Nor should we be happy that so many Africans came in innocence to a land of which they knew nothing to work all their days as the bought-and-paid-for property of others.
History is far more complex, far more multisided than today's self-anointed cleansers of the record can be induced to admit. I think the rest of us are going to have to work around them. In the end, I think, and insofar as it can be achieved, we're going to have to ignore them.
Original Confederates would have nothing to do with so-called White Nationalists. They had far more class than these clowns/agitators. They would be appalled at the co-option of the Confederate battle flag to use.
Everyone who matters is already ignoring it.
I wouldnt worry so much about it.
When are we going to get around to the Northeast’s deeply shameful past wrt slavery. We can start with the Ivy League. Pretty much all of those universities are up to their eyeballs in complicity with slave trading profits as well as profiteering off of slave labor.
“In freeing the slaves, Yankee soldiers shot and blew up and starved many a Confederate. “
Yet, on the other hand, civil war veterans from BOTH sides had reunions and BBQs at old battlefields. They posed for photos and handshakes. There was a lot of healing afterwards that rarely gets mentioned. Nathan Bedford Forrest was a leader here, gave a very kind hearted speech denouncing race hate and accepted some flowers from a black woman and kissed her cheek (unheard of in public then).
US Grant worked hard for healing. Grant invited Lee to the White House and they met in private. General Lee became president of a University. He recruited students from the north and demanded everyone treat everyone with brotherhood and respect.
This list barely scratches the surface.
So my question...by what right does some modern ignorant fool have a right to hold onto more bitterness than the actual people who fought and suffered?
Pure asshattery.
“Original Confederates would have nothing to do with so-called White Nationalists. They had far more class than these clowns/agitators. They would be appalled at the co-option of the Confederate battle flag to use.”
Interesting take. Harry Turtledove explored that very idea in his alternative history novel “Guns of the South”. In his story, original confederates were indeed appalled at some racist time travelers who were intending to help the Confederacy win so they could create a racist empire. In the book this angered Lee deeply.
“The university’s vice provost for “diversity” has informed student government members who possibly hadn’t known the brutal truth that “The Eyes” dates from the Jim Crow era.”
In a similar vein, will today’s snowflakes survive the discovery that black men in the Army during WWII fought to preserve segregation?
The technique for repenting of sins one never committed in the first place is unknown to human experience.
Not so, it was common practice in Communist countries!
An excellent expose of this is referenced recently in D’
Souza’s “Death of a Nation”.
D’Souza exposes that President Wilson proudly played the second klan’s favourite movie “The Birth of a Nation” (from the book of the same name) produced and made by DW Griffith— Wilson, big D democrat white supremacist (for real) that he was— proudly played this movie in the White House. To support the northern and southern (and western) klan democrat machine. It is an eye-opening segment of the movie. The ruse the democrats maintained for all these years right through LBJ— to keep up the gubmint plantation and keep stranglehold on power. Danged interesting.
Wonder if any FReepers are aware, that along with “racist” songs (supposedly as the article covers in TX)... that the City of Pittsburgh, PA removed a memorial statue of.. Stephen Foster!! America’s venerable songwriter of the 1840s and 50’s— who was KNOWN for having written extremely no politically correct minstrel tunes sensitive to the plight of slaves— like “Angelina Baker” about a slave romance that was cut off by the implied sale of Angelina, an amazing tune for 1850.
And why did they remove it— kid you not— it was because of his “songs” (Huh?) and because another figure in the statue was supposedly that of a black man- who did not look black one bit, zero features—shown harvesting a sheaf of either tobacco or cane, and dressed in overalls/working clothes. Photo is available online.
THIS is what these culture destroyers are on about— sanitizing history and reality with their absolute re-write of THEIR concepts of what should be— because of course- they know better. The all powerful Leftist State will tell us what to listen to and what to sing, and indeed what the writer may write. It is all part of the propaganda.
Stephen Foster. BTW the BLM types took down a statue of Lincoln... cause it was “an old white man”. down for the struggle dontcha know. Funny if it wasn’t so serious.
Oh, and a statue of Chief Justice Roger B. Taney because he was chief during the Dred Scott decision and of course... a racist. This taken down by Maryland’s republican “governor”.
Eloquent and well put. See my later post about other
“cultural” enemies statues of American history that have been taken down. This has got to stop.
Start with the college dissertations that require contrarian views of what is known history— for the sake of a phd.Scatterbrained idiots and their empowering leftie professors with an agenda, and.... tenure.
Yes, indeed tet68. The re-education camps of the Viet Cong after the takeover is a stark revisitation of this “repenting of sins”. Staling just “disappeared” the most threatening ones in the Ukraine— those terrible “rich” peasant kulaks who would not communize their farms— so he starved them to death in the Holodomor.
People need to know this. And what is propaganda- but a kind of group coerced “re-education”.
i meant my earlier post..oops
The woman who died in Charlottesville that day was not hit by a car. She had a heart attack. Photos show that she was behind the car and to its right.
I wish more freepers remembered these acts of reconciliation and kindness when discussing events of the Civil War.
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. |
They removed SCRIPTURE from the Grand Canyon in the first of this century; too.
It went back up in 2003.
Just wait...
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