Friday, April 13
Oh, My Stars and Bars
Her date wore white.
I'm way overdue in tipping my hat to Erik Loomis at Alterdestiny and the redoubtable Robert Farley at LGM for their fine work in support of Treason in Support of Slavery Month. I meant to do so last week; my only defense is that I am badly in need of a haircut. I briefly considered swiping Erik's "Forgotten American" idea to feature a few historical repudiations of the whole Lost Cause business, and I thought about shining a brief spotlight on Shelby Foote, the charming, grandfatherly Nathan Bedford Forrest hagiographer from Ken Burns' Civil War. But it's been a good five years since I re-read his trilogy, and doing so again, even to cherry-pick a few Late Unpleasantness whoppers, was too great a demand. Foote's narrative is as sprightly as anything can be coursing over 2800 pages, but wherever it pauses the essence of magnolia can drive a grown man to his knees, gasping for air. One is again asked to believe that the war was fought over the right to secede, and left to wonder how the South managed to lose a war where it won all the battles. In quickly pulling the volumes off the shelf this morning I noted that in only the last--©1974--does "Slavery" make it into the index.
Instead we wish to promote Jacqueline Duty, seen above, as Confederate Heritage Cotillion Queen, 2007. Just four years ago the Russell, Kentucky, teen was prevented from "celebrating her Southern heritage" with that self-designed Confederate Battle Flag prom dress. In support of our proposal we remind the committee that Kentucky was a Union state, that it sent three times as many soldiers into the Union Army as the Slavery Defense League, and that, assuming Ms Duty can manage to trace her ancestry back to some genuine Confederate participation that represents four years out of a few hundred. Hers is just the sort of dedication which makes the defense of Southern Heritage what it is today. You cracker-asses.