I’ve been watching the exchange between Brooks D. Simpson and the “Southern Heritage Preservation Group” with some considerable amusement.
It strikes me as having less to do with the War Between the States and more to do with the sissified, conformist culture of late twentieth century Baby Boomers in the modern therapeutic state. I can’t imagine these debates taking place outside of the indispensable historical context of BRA.
The Baby Boomer generation came of age at a time when African-American preachers like the so-called “Reverend” Martin Luther King, Jr. – like Jimmy Swaggart or Ted Haggard, “Reverend” King was a fraud who couldn’t practice the Ten Commandments – basked in the halo of moral authority bestowed upon them by the Disingenuous White Liberals who controlled the three major television networks.
For that brief historical moment, black people were identified with claiming the moral high ground in American culture, and accusing your opponent of “racism” was the trump card that won every argument.
The worst possible thing you could be in America was a “racist” or a “sexist” or a “nativist” or a “xenophobe” or a “homophobe” or a “heterocentrist” or to be found guilty of some other cockamamie sin against the dogma of political correctness which was unknown to the greatest moral philosophers in the history of Western civilization like Plato and Aristotle.
What happened to bravery, integrity, honesty and honor? Jesus Christ was crucified for his beliefs. Jan Hus was burned at the stake. Martin Luther said “Here I Stand, I Can Do No Other.” You might just as well be speaking Klingon to Baby Boomers.
Thus, you have these silly debates on the internet where “the Union side” claims the U.S. Colored Troops and the 54th Massachusetts Volunteer Infantry, and “the Confederate side” responds by claiming Silas Chandler and “Black Confederates,” and by promoting the laughable idea that the Confederacy was some kind of bastion of multiculturalism where everyone in the South was to the left of the scalawags and embraced the racial beliefs of John Brown and William Lloyd Garrison.
Hopefully, this type of sissy politics will fade as the Baby Boomer generation and its life experience loses its dominance over the course of the next fifteen years. The only constant in how we choose to remember the War Between the States is that each generation interprets the past through the prism of the present.
The dominant trend of the early twenty first century is the eclipse of the White majority in the United States and the social and economic consequences which are set to follow from the encroachment of impending White minority status. We’re less interested here in digging up the bones of “Black Confederates” than in remembering the aspects of our Southern heritage which speak to our own life experience.
Frankly, I have always found myself drawn more to the two generations and the pivotal thirty years that followed the War Between the States (1866 to 1896) than the course of the war itself. The Confederacy was only briefly a part of our history compared to the Jim Crow South (1896 to 1965).
There was a thirty year period stretching from Presidential Reconstruction to Plessy vs. Ferguson when the future of Southern civilization was very much in doubt. In that crucial time period, when two generations of White Southerners lived through a world which contained all the familiar horrors of racial integration and multiracial liberal democracy, the “Real Sons of Confederate Veterans” rose to the challenge and used every means at their disposal to overthrow that detestable system, “redeem” the Southern states, and restore the White Republic.
There is just something about the thought of Jesse James carrying on the war or young Southern men and women borrowing a page from Garibaldi and wearing the bloody red shirt and the red ribbon as a symbol of defiance to the authority of the “Glorious Union” and riding with Wade Hampton III to restore white supremacy in South Carolina that resonates with me in a way that “Black Confederates” and “U.S. Colored Troops” never will.
OD readers may have noticed that the White Cock has been pointedly added to the sidebar. The White Cock was the official symbol of the Alabama Democratic Party until 1966. The “Black Panther” was created by Stokely Carmichael’s Lowndes County Freedom Association as a contrast to the White Cock.
What does the White Cock symbolize? Why did Alabamians choose that symbol to represent their political party? Traditionally, the male rooster or cockerel symbolizes pride, honesty, courage, vigilance, arrogance, strength, watchfulness and flamboyance … it holds its head up high, struts with confidence, and defends its territory.
In Celtic mythology, the rooster is a symbol of the underworld that screeches out warnings in danger and calls out for the souls of the fallen in battle. In Greek mythology, the rooster was a sacred animal of the divine Apollo who announces the rise of the sun. In Christianity, the rooster is a symbol of Christ’s passion and religious vigilance and redemption.
In the South, the White Cock symbolizes an honor based culture. It brings to mind Founding Father William Lowndes Yancey who once his killed a man who had impugned his honor, “He who grossly insulted me lies now with the clod upon his bosom … And there let it remain, a legacy to my son, and a warning to others who feel like browbeating a Yancey,” or the cane that was presented to Founding Father Preston Brooks by the City of Charleston with the words “Hit Him Again” inscribed on it after he beat the vile abolitionist Charles Sumner senseless on the floor of the Senate.
That’s what we aim to do here … everytime Brooks D. Simpson & Co. let out a little pussified yelp about “racism” and “equality,” we are going to “Hit Him Again” like Preston Brooks in the name of White Freedom and Southern Honor, as the Real Sons of Confederate Veterans would have responded to the nigger worshiping Black Republican fanatics like Thaddeus Stevens and Charles Sumner who maligned our ancestors and nearly destroyed America in the 19th century with their insane ideas.
Instead of serving “Black Confederates” to our audience, we are going to defend the South by extending “Pitchfork” Ben Tillman’s “solid bond of white supremacy to all comers” against what he famously called “the virus of equality.” I suspect we may we even attract some disgusted Northerners on that platform who are sick and tired of the Black Undertow and what it gets away with in Detroit, Chicago, Philadelphia, Cleveland, and Milwaukee.
America used to be a “White Man’s Country.” Let it be so again!
Note: OD is officially neutral on Keith Harris, the purple sunglasses metrosexual from California, who does seems to have a sense of humor unlike the nimrod Brooks D. Simpson.