So Right It Hurts
Jun 17
I’ve been admiring Ta-Nehisi Coates off and on for some time, but now he’s on my every-day list. I was just staggered by this post today, on the burden of self-justificatory myths.
I want to focus on . . . the South’s psychological need to turn defeat into nobility. I don’t mean defeat in the war, so much as I mean lagging behind the North, economically, and due to slavery, lagging behind virtually the entire world, morally.
I’ve actually long overlooked that last point by noting to myself that virtually all societies practiced slavery. But in the 1850s, the South was only bested in the scale of its slavery, by Russian serfdom. Thus this country was not merely a moral offender among many, but a moral offender on a grand scale, plying its trade at a point when much of the rest of the world had moved forward.
It is one thing to be judged immoral. But to be judged immoral and backward, at the same time, to be both debauched, and yet in your debauchery, still be a loser, is deeply painful. . . .
Nathan Bedford Forrest (pictured above) is beautiful. Again, dig those steely eyes, that dead serious countenance, the warrior’s beard. His story is American–the dirt poor son of a blacksmith who becomes a millionaire. But he’s noble too, and volunteers to fight for his home state of glorious Tennessee. With no military training, he rises to the rank of Lieutenant General, giving the Union hell the whole time.
Forrest is the model of Southern chivalry–too much so. He made his money buying and selling people like me, and when the war started he dutifully enforced the Confederate policy of giving no quarter to black soldiers. At Fort Pillow he massacred black soldiers trying to surrender, and afterward went on to found the Ku Klux Klan. Tennessee is dotted with monuments, not simply to the generals of the Confederacy, but to the first Grand Wizard of the KKK (Forrest). To this day, you can find people who deny his role in Fort Pillow and in the KKK. . . .
I imagine for a kid coming up in these times, in certain sectors of the South, it’s painful to face up to Nathan Forrest, to the notion that the pomp and glamour, all the talk of honor and independence was, at the end of the day, dependent on slavery. The Lost Cause isn’t just “lost,” it’s barely a cause.
This is a beautiful piece of writing - and the long version is better. (He’s not just crapping on the South, much as they deserve it. He notes the experience of overcoming his own myths, and how liberating that can be.) Coates often sees right to the heart of things, and has a clean and pointed way of expressing that. And not rarely, he tees one up and hits it right out of the park. He needs to be read.
I’m also going to make a point of looking for the book he references, James McPherson’s Battle Cry of Freedom.
