tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717986195212622043.post2019471614470075559..comments2024-03-28T00:23:01.632-04:00Comments on Lem's Levity: Plantation owner says what? Trooper Yorkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01978703998566102194noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717986195212622043.post-56642797027183928682016-11-03T12:31:28.997-04:002016-11-03T12:31:28.997-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Amartelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11636450794507517534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717986195212622043.post-23662151327903548322016-11-03T12:31:24.431-04:002016-11-03T12:31:24.431-04:00Thank you Ken in TX for the facts.Thank you Ken in TX for the facts.Amartelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11636450794507517534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717986195212622043.post-24452428220071504752016-11-03T12:09:15.896-04:002016-11-03T12:09:15.896-04:00I forgot to mention the woman's bunny hutches....I forgot to mention the woman's bunny hutches. <br /><br />As deplorable a tiny farm as that, chickens and birds running all over the place, pooping everywhere, laying eggs everywhere, having to go out and find them, most of the eggs fertilized, the stinking pig sty immediately behind the house, the pigs wallowing in their own shit, the dilapidated bunny hutch with rabbit poo droppings stinking it up, and edible greens growing randomly around the border of the whole place, it was still better than living in one of the tiny cabins behind the red house. The unusual makeshift farm meant independence. Maybe it wasn't quite so deplorable when her husband was around to maintain it. I don't know. I can only imagine. What I saw was the aftereffects of release from slavery. It didn't occur to me the original occupants were actually slaves working the white people's cow farm behind the hut and the pecan plantation in front of it. <br /><br />And I didn't mention the itty bitty black church near the highway with that portion of the undeveloped pecan orchard behind it. Where we scooped up all the pecans. Those trees were better for pecans than the trees in our yards on our side of the highway. We explored the outside of the church but never went into it. A small congregation still attended the church. Where they came from I haven't a clue. But we did see black people outside, dressed up for church. We explored the headstones at the side of the church. The atmosphere felt heavy like black hallowed ground. We had great interest in reading the headstones and noting the strange outlining of burial areas marked out with paving bricks. to a sort of hollow rectangle. The steps into the church were uneven stacks of concrete slabs that had sunk into the ground. Everything was absolutely dirt poor. Yet still functional. In a limp along kind of way. We imagined what sort of service they held in there. We imagined everybody singing. The sort of thing you see in movies. Like the church in Color Purple except smaller, less people, but still animated. A kind of animation while still kept quiet and unobtrusive tucked in there, ensconced in the pecan trees, but now with a highway built right smack in front of it, right straight through the plantation property. It's weird, while on the other side of the highway, our side, a gigantic new sparkling open, heavily populated Baptist church, doing all the things that the white religionists get up to and with obvious money pouring out its stained glass windows, filling its cavernous spaces. The contrast could not be more sharp. Chip Ahoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12597726289890879627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717986195212622043.post-82315927250715229192016-11-03T11:31:09.393-04:002016-11-03T11:31:09.393-04:00There were about 200 black slave owners listed in ...There were about 200 black slave owners listed in the 1860 census in South Carolina. Some of them owned family members at a time when it was legally difficult to free slaves in South Carolina--they had to leave the state when freed. Others were just ordinary slave owners who rented them out for profit. One of South Carolina's earliest slave traders was a black man who owned plantations in Africa, South Carolina, and (I think) Barbados. I don't know about other states. I used to be a history teacher in South Carolina.ken in txhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14345764031059905578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717986195212622043.post-59265797187367796272016-11-03T11:02:31.564-04:002016-11-03T11:02:31.564-04:00Meanwhile Hillary's eating soul food to hold o...Meanwhile Hillary's eating soul food to hold on to the black vote ha ha ha.ricpichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01321511130788764861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717986195212622043.post-60034193152185962372016-11-03T10:28:36.830-04:002016-11-03T10:28:36.830-04:00What I just wrote above is pretty obvious stuff, b...What I just wrote above is pretty obvious stuff, but also impossible to say in public by anyone with anything to lose. Why is that subject so hard to face? As with the terrible death from wars, or disease, sometimes terrible things can lead to good fortune or even salvation for others. It's just a fact of life. Acknowledging it does not mean you support the terrible price, it just means that the benefit is there to see. Those two things can both be true. These are the kind of choices we face when we do difficult things like go to war. Some of us are lucky enough to only be around for the benefit, and some only the cost. bagoh20https://www.blogger.com/profile/10915174575358413637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717986195212622043.post-6417741039836078892016-11-03T10:19:58.023-04:002016-11-03T10:19:58.023-04:00So Blacks are forced to vote Trump under threat of...So Blacks are forced to vote Trump under threat of death? I did not know that.<br /><br />I do know that there would have been no slave trade across the Atlantic if not for Blacks in Africa selling them at the source. See Blacks are just like every other race: both innocent and guilty.<br /><br />If given the choice, would most African Americans reverse history and eliminate slavery if it meant they and their families would be living in Africa right now? I expect the answer would vary considerably depending on whether it was hypothetical or not.<br />bagoh20https://www.blogger.com/profile/10915174575358413637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717986195212622043.post-74415646450258988032016-11-03T08:15:56.283-04:002016-11-03T08:15:56.283-04:00Judge Smails! Discoursing on the topic of The Neg...Judge Smails! Discoursing on the topic of The Negroes again. He should get back to improving his lie - on the golf course. He's looking a little worse for wear and tear but I'd know that obliviously racist mug anywhere.Amartelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11636450794507517534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717986195212622043.post-25962609158588156612016-11-03T07:43:06.460-04:002016-11-03T07:43:06.460-04:00One of the things that's kind of weird in Dete...One of the things that's kind of weird in <i>Detectorists</i> is the German guy claims he wants to search the site where his grandfather crashed during WWII and nobody blinks an eye. If some Saudi guy asked me to help him search the crash site of Flight 93 I be, like, you go straight to fucking hell, shit-head.<br /><br />Hey! Maybe time heals all wounds, after all!Eric the Fruit Bathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11003976042428037836noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717986195212622043.post-27671491435574881422016-11-02T23:25:53.568-04:002016-11-02T23:25:53.568-04:00You ask good questions SixtyYou ask good questions SixtyEvi L. Bloggerladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00371362907839227149noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717986195212622043.post-395723662752395472016-11-02T21:49:47.732-04:002016-11-02T21:49:47.732-04:00Great story, well written - I can relate to many p...Great story, well written - I can relate to many parts of that. I saw dwellings like that when I lived on the Mississippi Delta - slave quarters in all but name, people living right on the edge of everything - disaster, the land, sanity - truly a high wire act.<br /><br />As youths we used to explore old farm houses - sometimes the owner, over in the main, new house, would yell at us, and we would take off. Other times we could not set foot on the property without getting yelled at. One notorious "Castle" had a caretaker who took care so well we couldn't even sneak into the place. The roof had failed and that was the end of that mansion. I understand it's been torn down now, 50 years later, and the land developed. <br /><br />But a mere quarter mile from that place was the place my father bought as his own castle. It was built in 1790 and rebuilt in 1965 - and I he'ped. Many stories there, but the one relevant to the theme is that in back of this wonderful house was a smaller house - what was it - a summer kitchen? Seems unlikely, it had 2 stories. Check the deed - oh my, back when the house was built it was on 100 acres and that was the house slave's house. Her name was Marie. She was in the deed. Buy the house, buy Marie. <br /><br />What's the big deal, right? Things like that happened all over the south. Thing is, this was north of Washington DC, almost all the way up to Pennsylvania. A border state. Locals there to this day do all kinds of virtue signalling about "There weren't any slaves here" blah blah blah. Well, Nachkomme eines Hessischen, indeed there were. <br /><br />The area I lived in was rural and agricultural. Many orchards and plenty of work, in season. One of my classmates showed up every harvest time - his name was Everett and his parents were migrant farm workers and for years they would spend time in our area. Then one year, they didn't come back. Things like that stick with a youngster. Mystery.<br /><br />Now I live where pecans grow wild - this place is thick with them. Walnuts, too, which I have learned, are in the pecan family - well duh - one look at the leaves and it's obvious, even though the wood could not be more different.<br /><br />Two hundred years ago there was a famous furniture maker who lived just up the road. His parents were free blacks, and he was freeborn himself. He was a successful business man and at times had 12 workers. The plot gets a bit thick as to whether or not he was a slave owner, but some say he was. <br /><br />So, do his descendants pay reparations to themselves? Things are never as simple as they might appear on the surface.The Dudehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05354536924604187137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717986195212622043.post-56650722107236144742016-11-02T21:12:37.284-04:002016-11-02T21:12:37.284-04:00Blacks owned and sold slaves back then.
That'...Blacks owned and sold slaves back then.<br /><br />That's not the point; the point is this is the kind of "We need to protect blacks from themselves" attitude that was used to justify both Jim Crow and slavery, but exists in Lefty America while they call anyone who wants to break free of the plantation an Uncle Tom and any non-POC a racist.<br /><br />PS The word kommando, as used by the Krauts, simply mean a command (as did the original Boer commandos).<br /><br />While they tried to pass of the Einstatzgruppen as Death Commandos, and similarity between His Majesty's Special Service Brigades or the Ranger and Raider Battalions is purely psychosomatic.edutcherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15033144261502435196noreply@blogger.com