cj — A work in progress. Random thoughts on the U.S. South.
The victor writes history at the end of every war. The victor often writes history at the end of a battle, for that history to be re-written when he looses the war. So it is with many of the stories of the American South. Battles were won, history was written and the loss of the war ensured little factual history would survive. Of course I say this from a Southern perspective. I can do that you know, although the blackness that has crowded in upon America in the last 50 years has enforced what most call “political correctness” that holds one to a script of what can and what cannot be said in polite company. Any speech outside this “correctness” automatically labels the speaker a racist.
If you know me, you know I could care less if I am called a racist. My view is that I am a racial realist. I actually find that in my new place of domicile I can be an unfettered racist, as we all basically have the same view in this almost all white nation. Speak words to attack us if you will, we know how to show you the door so you can return home to your perfect diverse world.
What I write here will track more or less along with my review of writings held in private collection, with a few entries from public sources in the U.S. South. Most of the public material has been purged at this point in time. At one time, I had a wonderful reference to life along the Mississippi River prior to the American Civil War. That now is gone and I miss it greatly. It was a first hand record that often recalled interaction with slaves who resided on the plantations along the river. As with any people there are the fine noble individuals and then there are the thugs. Both types of Africans were chronicled in this work. What I primarily recall of this work of which I no longer have access, is that not much has changed in the habits of men for 150 years.