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13 July 2015
Final Flag Post-Mortem: Some Dead Bodies Are More Equal Than Others
Some Dead Bodies Are More Equal Than Others
by Jim Goad
The Confederate battle flag was taken down on Friday outside South Carolina’s Statehouse, and barring another Civil War, it is never going up again.
This extensively publicized event was egged on by South Carolina’s nonwhite governess and greeted with high holy hosannas from those who haughtily claim to be on the right side of history. Down to their quivering livers, the general public understood that this sweepingly symbolic act was immediate retribution for the nine black churchgoers who were shot dead in Charleston, SC by a scrawny white loner with a bowl cut and a Rebel flag fetish. For those who hate all things Southern and white, this was a joyously orgasmic culmination topping off weeks of nonstop anti-Confederate hysteria.
“The message is coming through as loud as a Rebel yell: White Southern lives don’t matter.”
Lost in the shuffle were the 300,000 or so white Southern males who died fighting under that Rebel flag. Their lives ceased to matter entirely.
Every third Southern household lost a family member in the Civil War. And the overwhelming majority of white Southern households did not own a single slave. And still they’re not allowed to mourn their dead ancestors?
One group’s suffering is being enshrined and sanctified, while the other group’s suffering is dismissed and erased. One group’s suffering is being honored at the other group’s expense. One group’s history is openly being shat upon to help enable the other group to feel good about its own less-than-glorious past. It’s almost like a postmortem “three-fifths rule,” but in this case, it’s more like a zero-fifths rule. Those dead Confederate bodies stop counting at all. Suddenly, through the magic of progressive algebra, 300,000 becomes zero.
Your history means nothing. Your history lost to our history. You are on the wrong side of history, and we are on the winning side of destiny. So shut up and get with the program, or we will roll right over your burial plot without planting daisies. Basically, they’re telling them what white settlers told the Injuns way back when. And what’s bitterly amusing is that they’re too blinded by their own toxic moralism to see it.
Even though many of them have never so much as placed one pinkie toe south of the Mason-Dixon Line, they will dictate to Southerners exactly what that flag meant and precisely how guilty they should feel about it. And they’ll refuse to see anything arrogant or bossy or triumphalist about it. And they will definitely fail to see how their moral disgust and sneering condescension isn’t all that different from how slaveowners acted toward those over whom they wielded power through superior force.
They tell unreconstructed Southerners to quit whining and shut the hell up about their Lost Cause, but they’d never dare say the same thing to a so-called Native American.
“But that war was so long ago.” Yeah, so was slavery.
If all of America’s wealth and power had been built on black slavery, the South would have easily won the war. Instead, they were outmanned, outgunned, and outspent. The Union didn’t win because their cause was more righteous—they won because they had the guns and the money and the human cannon fodder to spare.
You never hear of Union soldiers raping slave women or of the North economically raping the South for at least a century after the war ended. You won’t hear about how the vengeful angels of Reconstruction rained down holy hell upon average Southern whites.
In their effort to enshrine and sanctify one group’s history, they feel compelled to dismiss and erase another group’s history—all in the delusional, quixotic quest to enforce some dim notion of “tolerance” that serves as a convenient mask to cloak a naked drive for power.
It is precisely those who insist that all living humans are equal who also insist that not all dead bodies should be counted equally. They talk about leveling the playing field, but never about leveling the graveyard.
In order to properly remember those nine, we must wipe away all traces of those 300,000. The message is coming through as loud as a Rebel yell: White Southern lives don’t matter.
So much of history is about who gets forgotten in the retelling. The winners not only get to write the history books—they get to keep rewriting them until the losers cease to exist. Just like war, history is a zero-sum game. You either write it, or you get written out of it.