Friday, June 19, 2015

A Slow About-face

It has taken me a long time to get here, but I have finally done a complete 180 with my opinion on getting rid of vestiges of the Confederacy.

Southerners might have lost the war, but we won the PR campaign, I would assume because the North was war weary and probably didn't see the harm.  When the Republican Party bought the 1876 Presidential election in exchange for withdrawing Federal troops from the former Confederate states, it ended Reconstruction and ushered in nearly a century of lynching, Jim Crow, voter suppression (okay, more than a century of that) and other methods of ensuring that the lowest white folks maintained a distinct advantage over most black folks.

I grew up in the South and was raised with the knowledge that Southern generals like Lee and Jackson were far superior to Yankee trash like Grant and Sherman both as tacticians and as gentlemen.  The noble cause of the South (states rights of course - had nothing to do with slavery) was brought down by there being just too damn many damn Yankees.

The view that we never really lost the war led to a South full of buildings named after Southern politicians and generals, statues of Confederate leaders in every town and US military bases named after Southern generals who made their career killing US military personnel.

I long ago lost any interest in the Rebel battle flag or any illusion that secession and the resulting war were about anything other than a burning desire to continue to have the right to own other human beings as personal chattel.  But I accepted the buildings like Saunders Hall at UNC and the military bases named for traitorous generals as pieces of history that we needed to remember.

It was only in the past few months that I've come to realize how incredibly wrong that is.  While Ta-Nehisi Coates maintained yesterday in the aftermath of the terrorist attack on African-American parishioners in Charleston that one doesn't have to compare it to the Holocaust to state the seriousness of racism in America, I think for some of us born and raised in the South that you do.  It wasn't until I started to consider whether I would think a building named for Goebbels or Himmler in a German university would be ok.  And the idea that US soldiers (white or black) would be serving on bases honoring generals who led troops responsible for killing hundreds of thousands of US soldiers suddenly became completely repulsive.

We're not going to forget the Civil War or Reconstruction or Jim Crow or mob violence and terrorism against black people if we don't have buildings named after racist KKK leaders on our university campuses any more than we're going to forget the horrors of WWII even though Germany doesn't still fly a flag with a swastika on it.  The thought of a young African-American student having to take a class in a building named after a KKK leader is completely abhorrent and should not happen anywhere.  

We're not covering up history by doing things like renamed Saunders Hall - we're recognizing that the myths that many of us grew up with were damaging self-serving lies and it's time we grew the fuck up.

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Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Flooding Home

It's always heartbreaking to see pictures of devastation from natural disasters and to try to grasp what people who survive are going through, but nothing, not even Hurricanes Hugo, Fran or Floyd, have hit home as much as the flooding in my hometown of Nashville. Watching the Cumberland and its tributaries rise on the Weather Channel last weekend and keeping up with the news via the Nashville Tennessean website throughout the week has been horribly sad, despite having not lived there for 38 years. You only ever have one hometown and mine is really East Nashville, within the bend of the Cumberland that stretches from LP Field (home of the Titans, which turned into a giant swimming pool last weekend and stands on ground where my father was born), down past Shelby Park and up to the Gaylord Opryland Hotel and the Grand Old Opry, all of which was under 10 feet or more of river and may not reopen until the late fall.

I grew up within walking distance of Stratford High School, for those that know the area - a mile from little Cornelia Fort Airpark down on the river, which may never reopen now after this latest flood. We could stand in the front yard on a summer Saturday afternoon and watch the skydivers coming down almost overhead. For people that don't know the area as well, I tell them that I grew up in Shelby Park, which feels pretty true as much time as we spent there. It's flooded of course, but it flooded every couple of years - at least the ballfields did.

The old warehouse district on Second Avenue that they finally managed to turn into an entertainment district along with South Broadway was all underwater. The Ryman Auditorium was built on a rise that kept it dry, but the Grand Old Opry stage at the Opryland Hotel was underwater. While the Country Music Hall of Fame escaped relatively unscathed, the collection that was to be the Musicians Hall of Fame was stored at Soundcheck Nashville and largely destroyed, along with a huge number of instruments stored there for bands that were not currently on tour or recording.

As sad as all of that is, of course the most heartbreaking are the thousands of people that have lost their homes and their belongings and in many cases their personal histories. Some of that can never be repaired, but I'll be sending money to local relief funds and urge you to do the same.

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Saturday, April 24, 2010

Identity Crisis

If I pay attention to the commenters on various News and Observer articles, I'm either a socialist, a communist, an East Coast liberal elite, a Chapel Hill hippie or an unemployed bum sucking at the teat of the gummint. Or some combination of all of those, as those people really don't seem to let logical inconsistency (or lack of spelling or knowledge of grammar) slow down their rants.

Once again I blame my good friend Lex for suggesting newspapers open their articles up to online comments - it's all his fault! :-)

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Sunday, September 21, 2008

Surprised?

I'm not. Last time oil prices were hovering around $100 per barrel, gas as roughly $2.65 a gallon. Now that oil prices have dropped back to that territory and have stayed there for a bit, gas prices are still a full $1 a gallon more expensive. If you're surprised, you're a fool or you've been asleep.

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Friday, July 04, 2008

Jesse Helms is Dead

I've never wished the man ill, just that he'd shut up and go away, which he finally did a few years ago. I don't think he's going to get the beatification that St. Ronnie got a few years ago, but it will be interesting to see how much whitewashing the unrepentent racist, homophobic, xenophobic bastard gets from the local press over the next couple of weeks.


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Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Tankers (not a basketball post)

I'm going to have a hard time voting for anyone pandering to the crowd and trying to overturn the decision by the military to award the air refueling tanker contract to EADS instead of Boeing (yes, Northrup Grumman is partnering with EADS but it's clear who is senior). The procurement process appears to have followed all of the guidelines established by the same Congress that is now crying foul and despite whining to the contrary by the Boeing spokespeople, it looks as if EADS won hands down on the merits. Hey, you all keep saying we want government run more like a business, so why wouldn't we buy from the contractor that promises to be cheaper, faster and better? Any of the Congresscritters that come out bitching about this (and there are already a fair number) better read their own damn rules about procurement.

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Friday, March 07, 2008

Tragedy

It shouldn't matter so much that the young woman found shot to death in Chapel Hill yesterday was the student body president and a Morehead Scholar. The death of any young person at that point in their life, for any reason, is a horrible tragedy. It is not only top students or class presidents or pretty white girls (or school mascots like Jason Ray) that make positive differences in people's lives so it shouldn't be that much harder to take when someone like Eve Carson dies so young - it ought to be incredibly hard regardless. But this is somehow worse - it really is.

Maybe it's the fact that instead of a vague promise of great things to come (certainly that's the most anyone would have thought of me at that age), she was already starting to fulfill that promise. At a time in our lives when most of us were just trying to make it to that last semester of classes despite our hangovers and worrying more about working on our resumes or applying to grad schools than anything or anyone else, she was already doing great things and improving the lives of others. How can you not be terribly impressed by that - and feel much more strongly that here is a person that should not have been taken away.

Earlier yesterday I had drafted a post about both UNC basketball teams being ranked 1 and 2 and how everything felt right with the world. It is not. Whatever is found out about the series of events that left Eve Carson lying dead in the street, nothing is right this week nor will it be for a long time to come. I grieve for her family and her friends and I grieve for all of us who never got a chance to meet this remarkable young person.

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Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Wall Street Murdoch

I'm not sure I understand the concerns about Rupert Murdoch taking over the Wall Street Journal - I don't think it's possible for their editorial page to become any more conservative than it already is.

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