Commemoration Delegation
When I was a child the Civil War always seemed to be part of another era for me - a time that didn't affect my life... well that was before I moved to Virginia. As a born and bred Southerner who has made my way in and out of many foreign lands throughout my life - usually alone - I consider myself as much a wanna-be expatriot as an American these days... a somewhat worldly person... until someone begins to make fun of these strange confederate re-enactors! Its a strange reaction... I don't understand it myself. Perhaps its just genetic. Many men in my family fought in that war and none of them had slaves... I have little or nothing in common with most of these people parading down the Avenue. I don't dig NASCAR or motorcycles or civil war romance novels.... and I am sure we probably vote very differently on most everything.... still... I believe they have the right to gather and commemorate their ancestors and I don't think its funny. I don't really get them, but I don't think its funny.
My favorite response was from an older African American gentleman. He said "Its just a man on a horse."
Finally, as a big SUV circled the Monument - as it is in the middle of a European-style round- a-bout - the young black man inside yelled out "I'm Free, Free at Last!" I thought to myself well that's another blessing we can count. We're all free - for the time being, anyway.
Labels: c'est la vie, politics
4 Comments:
you and i have relatives that are sons and daughters of the confederacy. that war has also and always seemed remote to me. another time, another era. on top of that i didn't grow up in the south. i can understand recreating certain battles for historical purposes, but i have never understood the pride in the southern flag.
but as far as that war goes, a few years ago the fact that it was our greatgrandfather who fought in that war and not a greatgreat or greatgreatgreat grandfather or relative brought that war a lot closer. most folks i know our age talk about their greatgreatgreatsomebody who fought in the war.
darling - we are the daughters of the confederacy. Ok, I don't know what the specific criteria for such an infamous label may be but I suspect that both of us would meet them. Ahem. Yes. It is alarming.
post, post, post, post, post, post....
so? we're all busy....grrrrr....
thpppppppt...
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