Est-ce que je l'entends? Est-ce que je le comprends? Non, pas tout à fait. Allow me, finally, to state my views and to expatiate on the Consequences of Negro Slavery:
In the very first place, it is a question of our right, as Free Americans, to the ownership of our fellow sentient beings. Adherents of the Southern Confederacy, and proponents of the Peculiar Institution of Negro Slavery often begin their defense of this abominable practice by adducing their God-given right to the ownership of domestic animals--and to the significance and meaning of "chattel" in Common Law. The eventual purport of this "natural" hierarchy of submission is that enslaved Blacks in the Old South would have been "normally" treated as humanely as horses and mules. Which may have been true, on some idyllic plantations owned by branches of the Virginia Wilkes Family, in Georgia; but which was certainly not, and was never, true, of the ghastly treatment of black slaves on the sugar cane plantations in Louisiana. Actually, sophistry aside, even granted the inferior intelligence of Negroes, nothing in God's Law, or the Natural Order, justifies the criminal barbarity of enslaving them--or of having enslaved them.
A little known or considered historical fact is that Abraham Lincoln was himself obsessed with plans for "repatriating" American negroes, once he'd manumitted them--He could never, quite, work out the logistics of sending them all back to Africa, but he seems to've thought it would be necessary--or at least desirable to do so. It never occurred to Honest Abe that Black People might want to stay here, and eventually go on Welfare.
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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