Saturn’s day and dihydrogen oxide falleth from the sky. So I made do with stationary bicycle, and a barely diverting segment of episode of podcast. But the cyclical nature of the activity brought my thoughts to the idea that “those how fail to learn the lessons of history are doomed to repeat them.”
This seems to fit with current events. It seems to me that we are experiencing Reconstruction again!
Consider the following ridiculous string: the Sesquicentennial of the Second American Revolution just concluded in April; the flags of the Confederate States of America are banned; the Yankee government is issuing several prescriptive edicts primarily against the states of the old Confederacy: upholding national medical insurance; extending the legality of marriage outside heterosexuality. Shall I keep going?
Point being this is all a massive “victory” for the Yankee “Blue” states and a massive defeat for the old Confederacy “Red” states. Or is it?
I hate to say it but the Second American Revolution was a horrible adolescence. I can think of no other characterization to instill any rational aspect to the utter stupidity of cleaving a nation over something as evil and inhumane as slavery. It should have been abandoned or condemned when the nation was established and wasn’t, largely due to the efforts of men like Thomas Jefferson. All I can say is an outstanding example of social inertia.
And then we went and fought the most terrible war in our history. A war that is still worshiped by those of our people who suffer from irrationality and mental perversion. We cannot afford to forget it lest we repeat its mistakes and horrors but we also cannot worship its memory lest we do just that. Those who refuse to abandon its worship are broken and in need of care; those who refuse to permit its memory to be kept are deluded fools who need care and control.
I liken the matter to when one is a child and burns one’s hand on a stove. Yes, that is horrible but necessary that we learn not to do so again. So to protect ourselves we have to keep that unpleasant, painful memory.
This is a time of great peril. We must treasure the memory of the pain to prevent its recurrence. Many would enshrine its false glory. Many would abolish its memory. Both are wrong.