TheCivil War, the most wrenching and bloody episode in American history, may not seem like much of a cause for celebration, especially in the South.
And yet, as the 150th anniversary of the four-year conflict gets under way, some groups in the oldConfederacy are planning at least a certain amount of hoopla, chiefly around the glory days of secession, when 11 states declared their sovereignty under a banner of states’ rights and broke from the union.
The events include a “secession ball” in the former slave port of Charleston (“a joyous night of music, dancing, food and drink,” says the invitation), which will be replicated on a smaller scale in other cities. A parade is being planned in Montgomery, Ala., along with a mock swearing-in of Jefferson Davis as president of the Confederacy.
A secession ball? Will the local debutantes take turns playing slave auctioneer? Probably not: the Confederate nostalgia buffs always skip that pesky detail about the Civil War. I think they should have screenings ofThe Klansman (akaThe Birth Of A Nation) and laud it for its “historical accuracy.” As vile as DW Griffith and Thomas Dixon’s racist views were, they at least admitted that race was a factor in the war and its aftermath. The Sons of the Confederacy and their ilk pretend that the “the war between the states” was about states rights and being left alone to drink mint juleps. Not so, it all boiled down to the right of some cracker to own other human beings.
I can’t wait to hear the Southern teabagger spin on the 150th Anniversary. Who knows someone may even stage a re-creation of the Lincoln assassination and declare John Wilkes Booth a martyr. Oh, I’ll guess they’ll have to wait until the 150th anniversary of the Confederacy getting its ass kicked.
It’s moonlight and magnolias gone mad. I’ll defer to my friends from Georgia when it comes to bashing the looniness within their borders but I have a suggestion for the South Carolina legislature. Y’all need a new state nickname and the one I have in mind involves a minor change. It’s time for you to become the Palmetto Buggy state because you lot have gone barking mad.