Thursday, 6 June 2019

Direct, Forward-Moving Energy



Masculinity is all about Direct, Forward-Moving Energy —

We Do Not Turn Back.













"Now, what did he do?

It was in the spring of 1856, John Brown and his men are travelling along a roadway and they get word of the beating of Charles Sumner on the floor of The Senate. 

I think it was first told to them that Sumner was all-but-dead, this, to him, great abolitionist senator. 

And Brown, it appears, went into a frenzy and vowed revenge, and a couple of days later he and four of his sons, or three of his sons, went and did visitations at three houses along Pottawatomie Creek in eastern Kansas, known to be an area settled by slaveholders or pro-slavery people, and they dragged several men from their houses, in front of their wives, and hacked them to death — five men to be exact — hacked them to death with these huge broadswords, and deposited their bodies on the front steps of their cabins. 

To John Brown, he had kind of tried to even the score because just a few — a couple of weeks before that pro-slavery forces had sacked, attacked and burned the anti-slavery capital of Kansas — Lawrence, Kansas — burned a hotel and killed six people. 
Brown, by killing five, said he hadn’t quite evened it up.





































"I have, may it please the court, a few words to say. In the first place, I deny everything but what I have all along admitted -- the design on my part to free the slaves. I intended certainly to have made a clean thing of that matter, as I did last winter when I went into Missouri and there took slaves without the snapping of a gun on either side, moved them through the country, and finally left them in Canada. I designed to have done the same thing again on a larger scale. That was all I intended. I never did intend murder, or treason, or the destruction of property, or to excite or incite slaves to rebellion, or to make insurrection. 

I have another objection; and that is, it is unjust that I should suffer such a penalty. Had I interfered in the manner which I admit, and which I admit has been fairly proved (for I admire the truthfulness and candor of the greater portion of the witnesses who have testified in this case)--had I so interfered in behalf of the rich, the powerful, the intelligent, the so-called great, or in behalf of any of their friends--either father, mother, brother, sister, wife, or children, or any of that class--and suffered and sacrificed what I have in this interference, it would have been all right; and every man in this court would have deemed it an act worthy of reward rather than punishment. 

This court acknowledges, as I suppose, the validity of the law of God. I see a book kissed here which I suppose to be the Bible, or at least the New Testament. That teaches me that all things whatsoever I would that men should do to me, I should do even so to them. It teaches me, further, to 
"remember them that are in bonds, as bound with them." 

 I endeavored to act up to that instruction. 

I say I am yet too young to understand that God is any respecter of persons. 

I believe that to have interfered as I have done--as I have always freely admitted I have done--in behalf of His despised poor was not wrong, but right. 

Now, if it is deemed necessary that I should forfeit my life for the furtherance of the ends of justice, and mingle my blood further with the blood of my children and with the blood of millions in this slave country whose rights are disregarded by wicked, cruel, and unjust enactments-- I submit; so let it be done!

Let me say one word further. 

I feel entirely satisfied with the treatment I have received on my trial. 

Considering all the circumstances it has been more generous than I expected. 

But I feel no consciousness of guilt. 

I have stated that from the first what was my intention and what was not. 

I never had any design against the life of any person, nor any disposition to commit treason, or excite slaves to rebel, or make any general insurrection. 

I never encouraged any man to do so, 
but always discouraged any idea of that kind. 
 
Let me say also a word in regard to the statements made by some of those connected with me. 

I hear it has been stated by some of them that I have induced them to join me. 

But the contrary is True. 

I do not say this to injure them, but as regretting their weakness. 

There is not one of them but joined me of his own accord, and the greater part of them at their own expense. 

A number of them I never saw, and never had a word of conversation with till the day they came to me; 
and that was for the purpose I have stated.

Now I have done. "

Probably what sustained him — and we know a good deal about this — was his religion, his faith, his theology if you want. He was a kind of orthodox nineteenth century Calvinist. He believed in such things as innate depravity, providential design, predestination, on some level, and the total human dependence on a sovereign and arbitrary God, and an arbitrary God that sometimes chose certain individual human beings in history to act for Him

He believed in an Old Testament kind of justice, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. 

He punished his children and his employees with Mosaic vengeance. 

He had a puritanical obsession with the wickedness of other people. 
He could be domineering, vane, obstinate, as one friend once put it, "impervious to a joke."

Probably not a lot of fun to just have lunch with. 
He gave orders, remembered Brown’s younger brother, quote, “like a king against whom there is no rising up.” 
He was a thorough going non-conformist. 
He probably never joined any formal anti-slavery organization, although he went to lots of their meetings. 
He never joined a political party. 
We’re not even sure if he ever voted.

He was a practitioner of what would become known in these years — certainly by the 1850s — of a kind of higher law doctrine about slavery, an allegiance to God’s will and God’s law above man’s law.  

To John Brown, put simply, slavery represented an unjustifiable state of war, by one portion of the people against another; and in a state of war you do what’s necessary to defend yourselves. 

He believed slavery was an evil so entrenched 
— and he was dead serious about this — 
so entrenched in America that it required revolutionary ideology and revolutionary means to eradicate it. 


It had led him — as it has often in history led most proponents of revolutionary violence — that the means can, therefore, justify the end. 

As God had willed so often in his Old Testament that the wicked must die, so too had he willed that slaveholders and their defenders at least deserved the same fate. 

John Brown came to believe that  
violence in a righteous cause was like a rite of purification.

Organise Yourself with Other Men


After The Earth was used up, we found a new solar system and hundreds of new Earths were terraformed and colonized. 

The Central Planets formed The Alliance and decided all the planets had to join under their rule. 

There was some disagreement on that point....




MILLINGTON: 
This is just the bait. 

DOCTOR: 
For The Germans? 

MILLINGTON: 
Russians. 

DOCTOR: 
But they're your allies. 

MILLINGTON: 
After The War, Doctor — 
When they're no longer allies. 
This is what The Russians want. 







A House Divided Against Itself Can Not-Long Stand One Another —

Because 
, just for one thing, it is constantly either  running-low or  running out of  fresh milk supply and/or else guzzling  it ALL  down, practically by the gallon 

• Stand Up for The Oppressed.

• Be a Prince of Peace.

• Don’t Be Too Civilized.

• Organize Yourself with Other Men.


We Are Not Friends, 

But Allies.


















“My countrymen, one and all, think calmly and well upon this whole subject. Nothing valuable can be lost by taking time. If there be an object to hurry any of you in hot haste to a step which you would never take deliberately, that object will be frustrated by taking time; but no good object can be frustrated by it. Such of you as are now dissatisfied still have the old Constitution unimpaired, and, on the sensitive point, the laws of your own framing under it; while the new Administration will have no immediate power, if it would, to change either. If it were admitted that you who are dissatisfied hold the right side in the dispute, there still is no single good reason for precipitate action. Intelligence, patriotism, Christianity, and a firm reliance on Him who has never yet forsaken this favored land are still competent to adjust in the best way all our present difficulty.


In your hands, my dissatisfied fellow-countrymen, and not in mine, is the momentous issue of civil war. The Government will not assail you. You can have no conflict without being yourselves the aggressors. You have no oath registered in heaven to destroy the Government, while I shall have the most solemn one to "preserve, protect, and defend it."


I am loath to close. We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.”







“The Struggle both within and without,” one advisor told Lincoln [in 1864] “is for Our National Existence.”







Tuesday, 4 June 2019

The Cause


Know this, Son of Coul. 
You and I, We fight for the same Cause, The Protection of This World. 
From this day forward you can count me as Your Ally, IF you return the items you have taken from Jane. 




The Confederate Flag and the Lost Cause: The Truth About The Confederacy


“ Production came to an end on Buffy, Season 3 [1999], and over my Summer vacation, I was reading The Killer Angels, about the survivors of Gettysburg, and it immediately made me think of the Millennium Falcon. 

You know, as most things do.

As the more advanced cultures become more homogonised and spread out into the other worlds where life is tougher and people are more diverse, there's conflict. 

I was dealing with the idea of a Civil War, and the idea of rebuilding people who had lost The War - this is something that is a big part of American Fiction.

There's very little American Fiction about the people who won The War, about The North, the people we all like to be identified with, we're all interested in The South because they lost, and we love Losers.

The forming of The Alliance causes a power that is so great that there's no way it can justly rule over The Entire Universe, and so I'm dealing with the people on The Fringes who're saying  :

'You Don't Belong Here, You Don't Belong on Our Soil, 
Yes, You Guys are Progressive, 
You've Got Great Medicine, Incredible Healthcare Plan, 
You've Got Freedom of Religion, 
You've Got All These Great Things 
and 
We Don't Have That Stuff, 
and 
Some of Our Customs are Arcane, 
and 
Some of Them, Maybe, a Little Barbaric -  

But We Have a Right to Be Ourselves.'

And that's where the Utopian Vision stops, because whenever you create some kind of Utopia you find something ugly working underneath it."


— Joss Wheedon

Monday, 3 June 2019

RELICS



 
"King of Kings am I, Ozymandias. 
If anyone would know how great I am 
and where I lie, 
let him surpass one of my works."
 


" I was in Richmond two weeks ago giving a lecture. A woman came up afterward from New York or Boston, born and raised in the North, and she has just moved to Richmond. 

Oh, she’s just full of enthusiasm and she’s the cultural attaché director or something for the city of Richmond now. 

And I was speaking at this new museum about the Civil War and she came up to me and she said, “I want to know what you think of my idea. I think the first thing we need to do in Richmond is just tear down all those Confederate monuments.” 

I said, “Oh.” Oh dear. 

[Laughter

Oh dear. I didn’t even know what to tell her. 

She said, “If they can just take down that Robert E. Lee statue and then that Stonewall Jackson statute. Just take them down. Wouldn’t everything be all right?” 

I went over in the bookstore, I got her a copy of Race and Reunion, this book I did on Civil War memory, and I said, 

“Here ma’am, just start here.” 

[Laughter]














Friday, 31 May 2019

THEIR LAW



“Eöl was brought to Turgon’s hall and stood before his high seat, proud and sullen. Though he was amazed no less than his son at all that he saw, his heart was filled the more with anger and with hate of the Noldor. 

But Turgon treated him with honour, and rose up and would take his hand; and he said: ‘Welcome, Kinsman, for so I hold you. Here you shall dwell at your pleasure, save only that you must here abide and depart not from My Kingdom; for it is My Law that none who finds the way hither shall depart.’ 

But Eöl withdrew his hand. ‘I acknowledge not Your Law,’ he said. ‘No right have you or any of your kin in this land to seize realms or to set bounds, either here or there. This is the land of The Teleri, to which you bring war and all unquiet, dealing ever proudly and unjustly. I care nothing for your secrets and I came not to spy upon you, but to claim My Own: My Wife and My Son. Yet if in Aredhel your sister you have some claim, then let her remain; let the bird go back to the cage, where soon she will sicken again, as she sickened before. But not so Maeglin. My Son you shall not withhold from me. Come, Maeglin Son of Eöl! Your Father commands you. Leave the house of his enemies and the slayers of his kin, or be accursed!’ 

But Maeglin answered nothing. 

Then Turgon sat in his high seat holding his Staff of Doom, and in a stern voice spoke: ‘I will not debate with you, Dark Elf. By the swords of the Noldor alone are your sunless woods defended. Your freedom to wander there wild you owe to my kin; and but for them long since you would have laboured in thraldom in the pits of Angband. And here I am King; and whether you will it or will it not, My Doom is Law. This choice only is given to you: to abide Here, or to die Here; and so also for your son.’ 

Then Eöl looked into the eyes of King Turgon, and he was not daunted, but stood long without word or movement while a still silence fell upon the hall; and Aredhel was afraid, knowing that he was perilous. 

Suddenly, swift as serpent, he seized a javelin that he held hid beneath his cloak and cast it at Maeglin, crying: ‘The second choice I take and for my son also! You shall not hold what is mine!’ 

But Aredhel sprang before the dart, and it smote her in the shoulder; and Eöl was overborne by many and set in bonds, and led away, while others tended Aredhel. But Maeglin looking upon his father was silent. It was appointed that Eöl should be brought on the next day to the King’s judgement; and Aredhel and Idril moved Turgon to mercy. But in the evening Aredhel sickened, though the wound had seemed little, and she fell into the darkness, and in the night she died; for the point of the javelin was poisoned, though none knew it until too late. 

Therefore when Eöl was brought before Turgon he found no mercy; and they led him forth to the Caragdûr, a precipice of black rock upon the north side of the hill of Gondolin, there to cast him down from the sheer walls of the city. 

And Maeglin stood by and said nothing; but at the last Eöl cried out: ‘So you forsake your father and his kin, ill-gotten son! Here shall you fail of all your hopes, and here may you yet die the same death as I.’ “

FUCK THEM, AND THEIR LAW