Confederacy: (n) the Confederate states
As I sit quietly, my mind sometimes conjures the memory of something really dumb I have done. I am most comfortable when that piece of idiocy is well in my past.
But it is important, when that nasty memory comes to the forefront, that I own it, regret it and establish how ridiculous it was and how it must
never be done again.
It’s part of being human.
Rationalizing all of our activities and granting them license immediately turns us into assholes.
Assholes, in this instance, are people who think they do not have elements in their past that need to be remembered with shame.
There was a time in this great nation when we denied our creed of the equality of all mankind and decided it was all right to own people as long as their skin was black. So intensely were we deceived that we were willing to go to the battlefield, bleed and die as feuding brothers.
A Confederacy challenged our Union.
It was shameful–a frightening part of our past.Yet it is a chapter of the book we call America.
We have two responsibilities:
- Don’t deny it happened
- Offer the necessary regret and shame required to eradicate it from happening again by eliminating all the prejudice that brought about such foolishness.
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