“AN EFFORT IN FUTILITY”

by Michael Gaddy, ©2016, blogging at The Rebel Madman

(Jan. 3, 2016) — I awoke this morning to the terrible realization that decades of revisionist history and teachings from my betters had failed to accomplish their intended purpose. I’m sure those who were forced to endure my ignorance in the Public Fool System made a valiant effort to indoctrinate educate me, but, alas, it was an effort in futility. Yankee logic sometimes has that effect on the infertile mind of a young Southron.

Anyway, beginning my day with reading unapologetic works of Southern historians, I was interrupted in my pursuits with an early morning email from my friend in neighboring La Plata County. (thanks Dick) This email pointed out the fact of how years of forced equality among the races has reaped such wonderful benefits. I am sure my friend Dick and I share the suspicion that someone has been surreptitiously smuggling Confederate Battle Flags into our nation’s capitol. To what other source could we attribute the results of recent academic testing there which demonstrates such a disparity of scores along racial lines in the city (DC) in which everyone is equal with some being more equal than the rest?

According to this email, “White students, who make up 12% of the school system, scored proficiency rates of 79% in English and 70% in math. Black students, who constitute 67% of the school population, had a 17% proficiency rate in both English and math. (Hispanics who comprise 17% of the school population recorded proficiency ratings of 21% in English and 22% in math.

The tests used are known as the Partnership for Assessment of Readiness for College and Careers exam or PARCC …

Testing of high school students for geometry and reading showed similar disparities. 52% of white students showed proficiency or better in geometry, while 82% were college ready in English. In contrast, only 4% of Black students rated proficiency in geometry and 20% were college ready in English. (For Hispanics the scores were 8 and 25) 

So, there we have it, the concrete results of 150 plus years of Yankee-influenced and approved education principles and government-backed and sponsored equality. Nowhere to place the blame other than those dratted racist Rebel flags. Surely the Cultural Marxists have no part in this.

Next, to further incite my Rebel Pride was an email from those great folks at the Abbeville Institute containing an essay from another one of those incorrigible Rednecks born in Dixie. This man’s name is Fred Reed, one of my favorite authors. I highly recommend his book “Nekkid in Austin: Drop your Inner Child down a Well.” 

But, it would appear, from the title of his essay, that good ole Fred may have gone over to the other side and “repented” of his rebelness. Here is Fred’s work; you decide for yourself if Fred has truly repented.

A SOUTHERNER REPENTS

By Fred Reed

My sins creep up on me, sent by the Devil, and beset me by surprise. I know not what to do. A month ago, in Fredericksburg, Virginia, I sat on the banks of the Rappahannock River, upon which as a stripling I had canoed and fished, and reflected on how much I liked the South. I knew I should not. At least I am told that I should not, chiefly by people who would make a hoe seem a pinnacle of intellect, but these are the bedrock of Yankee society, and I must respect them.

Besides, I fear that meridional leanings are in my blood. Yes, alas. I am tainted. I am Frederick Venable Reed. Charles Scott Venable was on Lee’s staff, and Andrew Reid Venable of the staff of Jeb Stuart. We have never looked fondly on Federal intrusion. So there I am.

And yet, much as I loved the peace and light of the riverbank in that Southern town, much as I treasured a boyhood of BB guns and bare feet and dogs with no licences and people who talked slow and supple as the Good Lord intended, I had to concede the sins of the South. Even today, the dark stains remain. The signs are everywhere.

Although it wrenches my soul to confront it, there are reasons why the South has so often been wracked by racial rioting—by outpourings of the rage of the downtrodden against an unjust civilization. However much the states of the old Confederacy may seek to deny it, they cannot. People do not take to the streets, burn their homes and cities, unless pressed beyond forbearance by the cruelty of the oppressor’s iron fist.

Thus these eruptions of racial desperation have occurred all across Dixie: in Detroit, Ferguson, Los Angeles, Brooklyn, Washington DC, Watts, St. Louis, Cincinnati. Yes. Though I am a son of the Southland, I will not lie. The truth is the truth. I bow my head in shame.

And I am further forced to own that, while the black population of the North prospers, and mingles easily with its white brethren in casual but sincere amity, in the South the Negro huddles in the slums, denied schooling, and living on the meager charity of whites. Should you doubt this, look to Newark, Trenton, Camden, Detroit, Chicago, Flint, Gary. The flowering of blacks in the North a century and a half after the end of the Civil War, the rise in scholarly achievement, the frequent and accepted intermarriage of the races—here we have irrefutable proof of the superior moral culture of the North.

There is worse. The absence of all artistic expression in the South, of anything higher than the dull, the stolid, the ignorant and industrial—oh, I can hardly go on, so greatly does it pain me.

Yet I will bear up manfully, and say it: The South has been devoid of all culture. Yes. From Massachusetts came country music, gospel, jazz, blues, bluegrass, Cajun, Zydeco, indeed all music that is originally and characteristically American. And it was a young man from Tupelo, New Jersey, who brought about rock’n’roll.

There is no avoiding facts, such as the overwhelming number of fine blues singers from Maine and Vermont. The South, lacking the creative spark, satisfied itself with repeating the tired music of Europe, the Beethovens and Mozarts. It was pretty fair music, I grant, and they played it tolerably well for mere copiers.

Or talk to visitors from foreign climes and remote lands. To a man they will attest, I promise you, of a preference for the relaxed courtliness of New York to the acerbic harshness of Memphis.

A Southerner will lie about this. Yes. He will tell you, with no trace of shame, that as you go south you notice a change of atmosphere, of mood, even of sunlight. It shows, he will say, even in the distance from Washington to Fredericksburg, only an hour to the south. People in the Yankee Capital are neutral, neither welcoming nor hostile, having the character and savor of wallpaper paste. There is nothing to them. They are just a passel of people in the same place—so will say the mendacious Southerner.

But go south, he will say. By Fredericksburg, you find yourself assured of a smile, of courtesy without distance, of helpfulness. Relations between the races grow easier and more natural—the silver-tongued apostle of Dixie will say. He will imply that in the South you could even come to like humanity, though I grant it would be a pretty far stretch.

It was Marse Bob, Robert E. Lee, who said of confederation as distinct from central power, “…I consider it as the chief source of stability to our political system, whereas the consolidation of the states into one vast republic, sure to be aggressive abroad and despotic at home, will be the certain precursor of that ruin which has overwhelmed all those that have practiced it….”

I reluctantly confess this to be a slander upon our great nation. Heaven forfend, so mad was General Lee that in his crazed imaginings he may have thought that the Federals might wage war in—this is almost too absurd for utterance—Afghanistan, or Iraq. Indeed, he may even have conjured up armored military vehicles in the hands of uncontrolled police all across America, or–here I may strain the reader’s credulity–little boys being led from school in handcuffs for pointing chicken fingers and saying “Bang.” Aggression abroad? Despotism at home? Fah. A crass libel on the Yankee Capital.

Now, if I were a vile friend of Dixie, which I assuredly am not, I would say that Yankees constitute the most glitteringest, most self-satisfiedest and preening collection of pious frauds ever to inflict a groaning earth. The first thing a damn Yank does in any circumstance is to adopt a moral pose. His every action is driven by goodness. Why, before the Yankees destroyed Iraq, they could hardly sleep, so great was their urge to spread democracy. Oil, Israel, and the Lincolnian craving for empire had nothing to do with it. Aggression abroad? Not a trace of it.

So I would say were I an apologist. I am not, so I will not say it.

But it is the attitudes of the South to those of darker hue that are most damning. Southerners were unembarrassed by these reprehensible notions.

Consider: “There is a natural disgust in the minds of nearly all white people to the idea of indiscriminate amalgamation of the white and black races … A separation of the races is the only perfect preventive of amalgamation, but as an immediate separation is impossible, the next best thing is to keep them apart where they are not already together. If white and black people never get together in Kansas, they will never mix blood in Kansas ..”.

Now, I am a poor sinner, and a man of little education, and cannot remember with confidence whether this was said by Jesus Christ, Joan of Arc, or Abraham Lincoln. I expect it was Joan of Arc. If it had been Mr. Lincoln, he would be revealed as a…pious fraud, an early George Wallace.

There you have it. I have revealed the stains of perfidy and crime that come of being a Virginian. Yet I will atone. I plan to spend the rest of my life helping black children from Alabama to move to Detroit, where they will enjoy the splendid education, the perfect social equality, and the high economic station that Yankees, never hypocritical, provide for those darker than they.

IN RIGHTFUL REBEL LIBERTY

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