November 12, 2011
Aiding and abetting Ms. Jackson-Lee were the usual ducks all lined up in a row, quacking about hatred and racism and bigotry and lynching and prejudice and intimidation and violence and bondage and fear. There was talk of shamefulness, of hurtfulness, of offensiveness. Texas State NAACP Conference president Gary Bledsoe, apparently a mover and shaker in some organization devoted to colored people, declared without flinching: “We know that flag is a true symbol of hate.” He also cautioned that it would be ill-advised for the state to project an image to outsiders that “we are a bunch of country bumpkins.” No, Mr. Texas Colored Person, we sure wouldn’t want to do that. Also coming out to voice her support of the license-plate ban was Texas State Representative Senfronia Thompson, whom we mention primarily because her name is “Senfronia.”
Legion are those naïve enough to swallow the popular narrative that all of Southern history can be compressed into a microdot of psychopathic raging evil. Even if one is sufficiently ill-informed to believe the War Between the States was entirely about slavery and had nothing to do with, oh, economic and political control, it would still mean that somewhere in the ballpark of 600K young pale peckerwoods gave their lives to free the slaves. But that apparently wasn’t enough of a sacrifice, so don’t you knuckle-dragging redneck throwbacks even suggest mourning your fallen ancestors.
To be fair, the official Texas declaration of secession from 1861 features highly impolite passages about “Indian savages” and “the debasing doctrine of equality of all men” and how the states were “established exclusively by the white race” and how Africans should be “regarded as an inferior and dependent race” and other sorts of things you won’t hear on many sitcoms these days.
In their frothily Pavlovian mission to extinguish anything that stinks of “racism,” the faceless hordes of online prog keyboard-peckers are exulting in this latest defeat for Dixie, rubbing their noses in how they lost again and it was 150 years ago and they need to get over it and get a life and get a grip and give it up, and for Christ’s sake, you sore losers, quit acting all butt-hurt and take your medicine—YOU LOST!
Funny how you never hear them lecturing the so-called Native Americans about how they’re bitter losers who should just get over it. You won’t hear them scolding the descendants of African tribesmen whose ancestors didn’t put up a very impressive fight when European slave-traders alighted on their shores. After all, black slavery ended with the Civil War, did it not? So can we, like, GET OVER that whole slavery thing, too? If the Civil War was about slavery, then the slaves won, so can their descendants maybe quit acting like sore winners?
Apparently not, at least if the powers that be have chosen you as a runway model in the pity parade.
On the day they shot down the Rebel license plate, the same DMV panel approved a plate honoring the Buffalo Soldiers, all-black cavalry units who played a big hand in the systematic slaughter, torture, and clearing-out of the “Indian savages” mentioned in the Texas secession declaration.
So the winners not only get to write history and dictate the narrative and wallow in their ancestors’ suffering—they get the license plates, too. History is funny that way. Some are commanded to get over it, while others are instructed to never forget.
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