Finished
11:16 Thursday, 30 May 2024
Current Wx: Temp: 85.66°F Pressure: 1015hPa Humidity: 51% Wind: 11.5mph
Words: 365
I finally finished The Demon of Unrest last night. I loved it, but I do think it lacked a little of the narrative flow of most of Larson's other books. There was probably the usual amount of back-and-forth in time and space, but it felt "bumpier," this time. It probably didn't help that I started out reading it as an ebook, and then shifted to a hardcopy because that was a better experience for me in terms of reading it more quickly.
I fiddled too much with the ebook version, trying to highlight passages, looking things up and dealing with distractions.
The thing I think I found most revelatory was the degree to which the southern planter class was intensely devoted to this exaggerated sense of "honor." And I wonder to what degree this evolved as a kind of psychological defense in terms of a sense of "moral goodness," or righteousness, while enslaving humans and exploiting them economically and sexually.
There is so much to say about the American south and the effects of slavery and planter class culture. Much of it, I think, still exists today. I see it in Florida, where there are essentially two classes, the privileged and the ignored, divided chiefly by wealth and poverty. Race plays significant a role as well, and poor people of color are doubly damned. Florida has never been among the best half of states in infant mortality, and it's not white babies dying that makes it so. And because it's not white babies dying, the state has never made it a priority to do anything about its abysmal performance.
When I hear or read people opposing the removal of Confederate monuments, or opposing removing the names of Confederate figures from public buildings or public spaces, claim that these things represent "heritage, not hate," I wonder exactly what they believe that heritage is, and why it's worth venerating or memorializing?
Because, from my recent reading of the history, that heritage is chiefly one of hate. Hatred of "the North." Hatred of Blacks.
And probably more than a little bit of self-loathing, that this exaggerated sense of "pride" in "heritage" is intended to soothe.
✍️ Reply by emailOh, hi!
Current Wx: Temp: 71.46°F Pressure: 1015hPa Humidity: 95% Wind: 5.75mphWords: 182
I'm sitting here at my "desk," browsing through some pics to upload to Flickr in lieu of doing a blog post when a little fawn appears at my window. My phone is in my pocket. There are no fewer than five m43 cameras sitting on the dining room table to my left. But I did have the little XZ-1 on the desk.
By the time I got it up and pointed out the window, the little fawn had disappeared. (I have one shot with one of its hind legs at the edge of the frame.) But then mama appears.
I had been outside not long before, washing the window with Windex. Deer are curious by nature, and have a phenomenal sense of smell. Apparently they were investigating what the scent was. She stared at the window for what felt like quite some time. I only wish I'd gotten a shot of the fawn.
Anyway, I love it here. I know it's going to be challenging, and not fun sometimes, but so far this feels more and more like the right move.
✍️ Reply by email