Davis, Jefferson: (n) man who served as president of the Confederacy throughout its existence.
I’m not brave.
I am not a warrior for the truth.
I am not the kind to run up, state my opinion and stand my ground.
I prefer to appear from behind with a squirt gun, spray everyone and scamper away.
But there are certain things that elevate my consciousness, stimulate my “god-image” and demand that I build a fortress.
I spent most of my adult life living in the American South.
On one occasion, I overheard a gentleman talking about hosting a “minstrel show” in the community. I immediately assumed I misunderstood what he said, but when he sounded it out for me slowly, I realized that he intended on producing a program that was begun in the Confederacy after the Civil War, which allowed white people to dress up in blackface and make fun of the Negroes.
I was confused.
I thought minstrel shows had been outlawed years ago.
Now, here was the word, flying through the air as if it had wings.
For a moment I was emblazoned with a ready hostility—but still, tepidly opined, “Aren’t those illegal?”
The man became indignant and explained that minstrel shows were part of the heritage of the South and gave the people in that region a sense of pride over what had been pursued attempted by President Jefferson Davis and all the Rebels.
“What was that?” I asked.
“Freedom,” he replied.
Even if I were to buy in to the idea that Robert E. Lee, Stonewall Jackson and Jefferson Davis were just trying to “protect their way of life,” I would still be left with a stark anomaly.
If the Civil War was all about “state’s rights,” standing up to Washington, D. C., and not being pushed around anymore, why not just free the slaves and change the dynamic?
If it really wasn’t a malicious adventure to keep four million kidnapped human beings in chains and forced labor, why not just take the higher ground and convince the entire world that you were merely out to sanctify your choices instead of imprison human flesh?
Jefferson Davis was not a nice man.
I suppose if you sat down and had a drink with him and shared some boiled crawdads, you might find him amiable.
But on the inside was a greedy, corrupt man who insisted that black humans were mongrels and needed white people to help them reason.
And he did all of this standing in front of a church, holding a Bible in his hand.