Man sometimes people have the weirdest and most extreme stories about misogyny and rape culture in ostensibly really sexually reserved straightlaced communities and I have no idea what to think.
There’s an answer, and you’re not gonna like it. It’s the obvious answer.
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…I wrote most of a long anguished essay here, and then deleted it, because it wouldn’t have been helpful to anyone.
Let it suffice to say:
Culture can do some things, and cannot do other things.
Only a very small number of people are intellectually and temperamentally well-suited to living by counterintuitive, restrictive codes of behavior. This is especially true if you’re talking about the kind of codes that require sincere principled engagement on a regular basis, rather than rote dutifulness. The fact that any remotely-defensible kind of morality qualifies as a “counterintuitive, restrictive code of behavior requiring sincere principled engagement on a regular basis” doesn’t change this at all.
Many more people than that have cultural or emotional reasons to want to feel like they are extremely moral.
Whatever you think about religion (and religion-like ideology) in the abstract, one of its most salient problems is that it makes for a really really really attractive habitat for self-serving hypocrites.
Also: closed communities create high levels of trust. High levels of trust create lots of genuinely good things, but ALSO create a feeding ground for social parasites. Fraud, rape, pyramid schemes, abuse -- they can all spread out of control in a society where everyone trusts everyone so much that they don't know how to spot the monsters in their midst.
Most of us don’t think much about Memorial Day as anything other than the unofficial beginning of summer, but the holiday originates in a commemoration of the Union war dead in the wake of the Civil War.
“Decoration Day” commemorations — when communities would come together to decorate the graves of fallen soldiers — began as a somewhat grassroots movement almost immediately after the war.
But in writing my earlier post calling for the erection of more statues in American cities, I learned that a key figure in creating a national movement for an official Decoration Day was John Logan, a now-obscure Civil War general who happens to have a giant equestrian statue near my house.
Logan was a pro-war Democratic member of Congress who became a colonel at the start of the war and was swiftly elevated to general as the Union armies grew. The Lincoln administration was plagued by “political generals” of this type who were generally incompetent as battlefield leaders. Logan was far from the finest general in the Union Army, but he stood head and shoulders above most of the politicals and became a reliable commander under Ulysses Grant and later William Sherman in the western theater. His troops were the first to enter Vicksburg, and he commanded the Army of the Tennessee during the Battle of Atlanta.
After the war, he re-entered electoral politics, this time as a Radical Republican — becoming one of the House prosecutors of Andrew Johnson during his impeachment trial. He later became a senator and was the Republican nominee for vice president in 1884.
He also led the Grand Army of the Republic, a leading Union veterans’ organization and essentially an adjunct of the Republican Party. It was in his capacity as the GAR’s “commander in chief” that he led the charge for Decoration Day.
Logan was a big deal during the Gilded Age, which is why there are neighborhoods named after him in Chicago and D.C. and San Diego, plus Logan counties in Oklahoma, Colorado, North Dakota, and other states. He faded into obscurity because there was a historical reinterpretation of people like him who were advocates for African Americans’ voting rights as cynical partisans and apologists for corruption. More recently, of course, people have been re-rethinking this approach to history and taking the Radicals more seriously and seeing the failure of the Reconstruction project as a major tragedy.
Frederick Douglass said “of John A. Logan it is only needed to say that he was the dread of traitors, the defender of loyal soldiers, and the true friend of the newly made citizens of the Republic.”
I hope everyone has fun at their barbecues, and also takes a minute to remember both the history of the day and the history of the people behind it.
Every place has a local cryptid; more places need a local Pictish Beast, a creature in historical art that's drawn so weirdly that no one can tell what animal it's supposed to be.