Eugenics in Texas

Nancy Isenberg’s book, White Trash: The 400-Year Untold History of Class In America, is brilliant and fascinating read so far.  It’s a book that deals with the fact that there has been a permanent underclass in America, since Europeans landed here.  Not only did Europe get rid of many of their “undesirables”, but they set up an economic order from the very beginning of this country that favored the rich.

I don’t want to write too much on this book until I finish, but since I live in Texas, I found the following passage of interest:

(Sam) Houston was actually a strange choice to carry this banner of racial pride.  Between 1829 and 1833, before he became president, he lived with the Cherokees, took two Indian wives, and sat for a portrait in full Indian garb.  His presidential successor had few qualms about cleansing Texas of Indian.  In 1839, the aptly named Mirabeau Buonaparte Lamar, known for his flowery poetry, pursued what he called “an exterminating war” against the Cherokees and Comanches.  The Texas national constitution explicitly denied citizenship to those of African or Indian descent.  The Texas legislature passed its first atimiscegenation law in 1837.  It was similar to laws force in southern states prohibiting marriage between persons of European blood and those of African ancestry.  

Texas could lay claim to another dubious “first”.  In 1849 Dr. Gideon Lincecum introduced a memorial before the Texas legislature hoping to ensure “good breeders.”  His solution was to castrate criminals in the manner of gelding bulls, thus literally cutting off the bloodline in order to prevent inferior people from reproducing.  “Like breeds like” was the basic rule of animal breeding, and degraded stocks of animals were no different than humans.  Lincecum offered a folksy analogy to make his case:  “When the horse and the mare both trot, the colt seldom paces.”  His plan was rejected, but he was merely ahead of his time.  Future eugenic policies built upon his blueprint for filtering out bad seeds from America’s human breeding stock.  

In Austin there is actually a prominent street still named after Lamar.  You can learn a lot more about the Texas/Indian wars in S.C. Gwynne’s Empire of the Summer Moon.  In that book it also talks about how his favorite hobbies are writing poetry and killing Indians!

Before someone says to “Make America Great Again” they should learn what went on in our past.  At the very least they should say which decade they are calling great.  The past, in this country or any, is not often a place you want to return to, no matter how much nostalgia one feels.

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Make way for the Molly Maguires
They’re drinkers, they’re liars but they’re men
Make way for the Molly Maguires
You’ll never see the likes of them again

Down the mines no sunlight shines
Those pits they’re black as hell
In modest style they do their time
It’s Paddy’s prison cell
And they curse the day they’ve travelled far
Then drown their tears with a jar

So make way for the Molly Maguires
They’re drinkers, they’re liars but they’re men
Make way for the Molly Maguires
You’ll never see the likes of them again

Backs will break and muscles ache
Down there there’s no time to dream
Of fields and farms, of womans arms
Just dig that bloody seam
Though they drain their bodies underground
Who’ll dare to push them around

So make way for the Molly Maguires
They’re drinkers, they’re liars but they’re men
Make way for the Molly Maguires
You’ll never see the likes of them again

So make way for the Molly Maguires
They’re drinkers, they’re liars but they’re men
Make way for the Molly Maguires
You’ll never see the likes of them again

An old Irish folk song, recorded at 4am.  I love this song both as a song and for its topic.  My favorite version is Luke Kelly singing it with the Dubliners.  There is no point in even trying to match there version, which casts it as a celebratory drinking song, so I did something different with it.  I know where not to tread!

As the media drifts further on into the realm of the ridiculous, as income inequality builds, remember that people actually fought for the rights working people take for granted every day.  Though there is some dispute as to the exact story of the Molly Maguires, their story is not near the only one.

The photo above is Sean Connery and it is from the 1970  The Molly Maguires.  It’s a film I saw as a kid.

Hannah Arendt and Anti-Semitism

One of my favorite political writers, aside from George Orwell, is Hannah Arendt.  Right now I am reading her book The Origins of Totalitarianism.  I have read a great deal about Nazi Germany, World War II, and world politics between the World Wars.  However, despite this, I have never completely understood how so many were captivated by such vehement anti-semitism.  A conversation with a friend made me realize that as much as I had read, I only had some vague notion of how such an ideology could be so popular.  The first part of this book attempts to explain how this modern form of anti-semitism arose.  Arendt, an assimilated German Jew, was able to escape Nazi Germany and eventually make her way to America.  Arendt’s work is challenging, not because of the language, but because of the complexity of the ideas apparent in it. I don’t feel that I am at a point that I can do a great job summing up her ideas.  The subject matter, as are most large scale issues in the world, is complex, dealing with history and political theory, not only of those that eventually became anti-semetic, but also of Jewish history, and the politics of power, that would take a writer far greater than I to do a short summery of it.  Really the best way to understand it is to read her book, which I think is really worth it.  In examining this subject, it has not only made me think about anti-semitism, but the complexity of politics and history in general.  Human beings love simple stories and often myths.  But the truth of the world often is only obscured by our wish for simplicity.  She had one of the great minds of the 20th Century.  She was not only able to balance many different ideas and disciplines at once, but was relentless in her pursuit of the truth.  The pressure to tell a simpler story must have been immense.  If you view her in her time period, a Jew during one of the most horrific events in all of history, and woman, who did much of her most important work in America before the Feminist movement, she only seems more fearless.

That’s How the West Was Lost

Down off the interstate
In the middle of the fall
We killed off the Indians
And we put up a mall
And we claimed we did it
In the name of St. Paul

That’s how the west was lost

We paint the faces and names
Of those we kill
In theme restaurants
In bars and grills
And we get indignant
When it makes their ancestors ill

That’s how the West was lost

Manifest Destiny
Or “living space”
Is the same thing
By any other name

That’s how the West was lost

Lyrics from That’s How the West Was Lost.

These are the lyrics to a song on an album I recorded recently, that will be appearing later this year.  More on this to come.

Living space, or Lebensraum, is what Hitler wanted for his Third Reich.  You can read more about this topic and Manifest Destiny at this post I wrote last year:

Manifest Destiny and Lebensraum


The End of ‘The Hateful Eight’ and George Carlin

The following post concerns the end of the movie ‘The Hateful Eight’.  You’ve been warned.

Bullshit is the glue, that binds us as a nation.

Where would we be without our safe, familiar, American bullshit? Land of the free, home of the brave, the American dream, all men are equal, justice is blind, the press is free, your vote counts, business is honest, the good guys win, the police are on your side, God is watching you, your standard of living will never decline… and everything is going to be just fine— The official national bullshit story. I call it the American okie doke.

– George Carlin

I couldn’t help but think of that quote as I watched the end of Quentin Tarantino’s new movie.  The new Western features a group of characters that get sequestered in a lodge during a Wyoming winter, in the decade after the Civil War.  Like all Tarantino movies, he takes a well known genre and introduces new elements to it, often from other cinematic influences.  You could easily watch this movie and just be entertained by it’s combination of dark humor, suspenseful drama, and sensational violence.  But like other Tarantino’s movies, especially the last few, there is a more than just sheer entertainment going on.  Although Tarantino’s genius has always been attributed to the innovative ways he tells stories through film and his quotable dialog, the style of his films and not their substance, it is wrong to think his films are only style.

The Hateful Eight features historical and cinematic American archetypes.  Samuel Jackson’s character, Major Marquis Warren, is a bounty hunter and a former member of the Union Calvary.  Bruce Dern plays a former Confederate General.  Walter Goggins is a younger Southerner who mentions the Lost Cause of Southern defeat.  Those characters and others don’t trust each other.  Everyone has a secret, no one trusts that the others are what they say, and a lot of the suspense from the movie comes from the these characters poking and prodding each other to figure out what the real aims are of everyone in the lodge.  Whether you like the film or not probably depends on how much you like Tarantino’s style of filmmaking, of which I happen to be a fan of.

But for those that are not fans, you are missing out on one of the best movie endings of the year.  The end of the movie features Jackson and Goggins, two characters that are at opposite ends of the political spectrum, teaming up against the gang of which is there to free Jennifer Jason Leigh, playing criminal Daisy Domergue.  Like many Tarantino movies, the end of the movie features cinematic violence that leads to all of the characters either being dead or wounded.  Jackson and Goggins are the last two alive.

Earlier in the film Jackson’s character produces a letter that he claims is written by Abraham Lincoln.  He later admits it is false and claims the lie about the letter is to make white people feel safe around him.

The last shot of the movie, as Jack and Goggin’s characters lay dying, Goggins asks to read the letter, and both men seem to find comfort in it.  I couldn’t help but think of this as a metaphor for America, where people with seemingly nothing in common, other than a shared history of violence and bigotry, are bound together by a pretty story that sounds nice, but has very little to do with reality or fact.  This is a cynical view, but there is a lot of truth to it.  Often the patriotic political stories that we are told as children, and that we still believe far into adulthood, are closer to fairy tales than to reality.  One only needs to think of the myth of George Washington chopping down a cherry tree.  But even such phrases as “the land of the brave and the home of the free” are nationalistic claptrap that we use like a comfort blanket as we imagine an imaginary past where everything was as it should be.

I can’t really think of a better scene in a movie that demonstrates the point Carlin is trying to make above.  “Bullshit is the glue, that binds us as a nation.”  David Milch, through his show Deadwood, also uses the quote, “History is a lie agreed upon.”  I’m not trying to deny the many great things that America has done.  There is a duality running through this country’s history.  But nostalgia for an imagined past is something that too often prevents many of our citizens from realizing that there can be better days ahead, if only we don’t repeat our ancestors mistakes.


Our Ancestors’ Looting and Corpse Robbing Ways

Bruce Catton’s writing on the Civil War is every bit as fascinating as its reputation.  (I have read in several places that if he is not the best writer on the war, than certainly he is one of them.)  Right now I am reading his second book in his trilogy about the Army of the Potomac, Glory Road.

It’s really interesting getting into the lesser known details of this war, that we are still dealing with the political ramifications from.  This war is a large part of our country’s DNA, even if it is something not always dealt with. I often marvel at the lack of movies and TV shows that deal with this period in comparison to something like World War II, which is much more of an easy sell, as it is one of the few wars where people can be proud of.

Because the Civil War was a war of a people, there are many moments in the war when different sides strangely put down their arms, only to resume horrible bloodshed later.  Different sides would often trade with each other.  They also made deals where they would promise not to shoot each other at night so that they could get a comfortable nights sleep.  In one instance in the book, an argument between a Confederate and a Union regiment gets so heated, that they all put down their weapons for a fist fight between two members, only to pick up their weapons and go their separate ways once the fight was settled.

But for every story like this, there are also stories of typical wartime behavior that often don’t make it into the more popular accounts we see on TV documentaries and such.  Here is a passage that deals with the looting of Fredericksburg:

“The city had been rudely sacked; household furniture lined the streets.  Books and battered pictures, bureaus, lounges, feather beds, clocks, and every conceivable article of goods, chattels, and apparel had been savagely torn from the houses and lay about in wanton confusion in all directions.  Fires were made, both for warmth and cooking, with fragments of broken furniture.  Pianos, their harmonious strings displaced, were utilized as horse troughs, and amid all the dangers animals quietly ate from them.”  A solider in another Pennsylvania regiment noted “great scenes of vandalism and useless destruction of books, furniture, carpets, pianos, pictures, etc.,” and reported a grotesque carnival aspect in the streets still swept by Confederate shell as Union soldiers cavorted about in women’s dresses and underwear.  “Some of these characters,” he added, “might be seen with musical instruments, with big horns, violins, accordions, and banjos”; and he noted that his own regiment took several hundred bottles of wine out of someone’s cellar, a part of this wine appearing later on the colonel’s own mess table.  One illiterate private rifled an express office and carried off a huge bundle of receipts and canceled checks under the impression that he was robbing a bank and getting money.

It should be noted that some of the soldiers looking upon this were horrified.  It should also be noted that this kind of behavior was not by any means only on the Union side of things.  There is a passage roughly around this one where the Confederates rob a large amount of dead Union soldiers, leaving them naked by the time they are picked up for burial.  And that is only one story.  Both sides acted in surprising ways, good and bad, at times.  Catton does go into explanations for this behavior, but I will not get into that here.

The point, or question, that I wanted to make was that this is only 150 years ago, carried out by many of our ancestors against one another.  What kind of strange blood is flowing through our National veins, inherited from this time period?

As a side note, again, I don’t know why more films and shows aren’t made of this time period. Only a small way through this book, though I have read others, and there are endless scenes that one could fashion interesting story lines around.



War Makes a Mockery of a Benevolent God

The following describes how commonly held illusions were shattered by the Civil War:

Eighteen months after the first shot at Fort Sumter, there were certain truths that the soldiers had come to know.  Death in war was neither picturesque nor peaceful, and dying bravely didn’t make you any less dead, or mean that you would not be dumped into the cold earth of a mass grave with everyone else, brave and not brave.  Nor was there likely to be anyone to hear your last miserable words.  People of the era cherished the idea of a “good death” – a peaceful, dignified passing wherein God was embraced and sins repented and salvation attained, preferably in your own bed with your family gathered devotedly around to hear your last murmurs of Christian resignation.  War made a mockery of all that.  War made a mockery of the idea of a benevolent God.  It replaced the family home with the rank, powder-scorched horrors of the battlefield.  There were the new truths.  In war you lived outdoors like a wild animal.  You lived in blistering heat, drenching rains, and knifelike cold.  You were exposed and vulnerable.  The majority of men who died did not even have the honor of dying in a fight.  Two out of three were carried away by diseases that killed them just as surely as mine balls.  Those who survived did so on a quarter pound of bacon and eighteen ounces of flour a day – one-third the regular meat ration – with infrequent small issue of rice, molasses, or sugar.  (The rice ration was an ounce.)  Men lived without shoes or coats or blankets.  Food was short all over the South.  Soldiers hunted up sassafras buds and wild onions to ward off scurvy.  Horses died for lack of forage.  In Richmond, where much of the eastern army’s fare was gathered and transshipped, there were bread riots.   

The above is an excerpt from S.C. Gwynne’s Rebel Yell: The Violence, the Passion, and the Redemption of Stonewall Jackson.

What illusions do we hold due to the relative comfort of our lives, when compared to humanity at large, both now and in history?



‘In the Garden of Beasts’ Review and Scenes that Should Be in the Movie

1933 Tier

I finished Erik Larson’s unbelievably great In the Garden of Beasts.  I’ve read and watched a lot about Nazi Germany, especially the period leading up to World War II, including most of William Shirer’s The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich.  I also took a history class that focused explicitly on that time period.  I have always been transfixed on how a culture that created so many great minds, from Beethoven to Goethe, could become perverted on seemingly every level.  As screwed up as the Weimar Republic was from a political and economic standpoint, the political period before the Third Reich, it had a lot to offer culturally.  What I have never read, and I’m not saying it doesn’t exist, was something with a novelistic quality that actually made one feel like they were there.

One of the most intriguing things about the Nazi Leadership is that they have become, through the looking glass of history, more than human.  They have become monsters when they were really men, even if they were men who possessed monstrous qualities.  While this book doesn’t completely close the gap between man and monster, it does as good a job as I have seen.  (Although there is one particular passage with Hermann Goring that is so strange that it seems unreal.)  These men are presented at dinner parties, private meetings, etc.  The book also makes the history of this time period accessible to those that might not have as great of a grasp of it as I do.  (Though I am by no means an expert.  I have simply read more than I imagine the average person to have read concerning this historical moment.)  It is written more like a novel than a history book and it is a true page turner.

There is a lot to recommend this book, but I want to focus on few things.  The first is that even the main protagonists are flawed.  This would be Ambassador William E. Dodd and his daughter Martha.  Larson does not attempt to trim away their moral failings.  However, this does not mean that, for their time period, they weren’t largely decent people.  Ambassador Dodd was one of the few to recognize the true threat of Hitler.  One of the things that Larson tries and succeeds in doing is to create a sense of the world as it was at that moment.  You can’t judge Ambassador Dodd by what we know now.  (Martha is a bit more complicated, but one could argue that she was also young and naive.)  A low level of anti-semitism was common in that period, even in some people that were otherwise decent.  (This does not completely excuse it as there are those, even in that period, that were not.  But I think the gay marriage debate is a good prism to view this through.  Even many people that were on the side of gay rights were often pushing civil unions instead of full marriage equality as short as a couple years ago.)  But in getting a sense of the failings of even some of the more decent people in this time period one gets an idea how Hitler, before his full qualities were shown, was able to rise to power.  (One last aside:  These kinds of things are endlessly debated amongst historians.  Hitler’s true nature was displayed in his autobiography, but because of other things going on, which are too numerous to mention, many people of that time period believed that Hitler would be more moderate once he had real power.)

Another thing that is really interesting, if not new in this book, is how big money stood in the way of challenging Hitler early on.  Germany owed America a large amount of money in debt. It has been widely documented that many of the now called one percenters had sympathies with Germany.  However, this book shows the continued pressure that Dodd was under to get Germany to pay its debts.  Because of this many of those in the foreign service, who were Ivy League graduates with ties to the upper class, tried to undercut Dodd when he chose to take a tougher stand against Germany that also risked the debts going unpaid.

If this time period interests you, and it should, this is actually a great place to start.  It’s not an overview by any means, but it is a vivid description of a time period when the world was on the verge of total insanity.  I could only think that this book would make you want to learn more.  At the very least it gives you an entrance point to this period in a highly compelling way.

There are rumors to make this into a movie.  If I would direct this movie I would choose the following two scenes to start and end the film, as a way of showing what Germany was and the destruction that Hitler brought to it.  Strangely enough for a country that was so cruel to people, they were extremely kind to animals, with laws preventing cruelty to those of the domestic variety.

Opening Scene:  Ambassador Dodd went to school in Leipzig, Germany, during his university years.  He found Germany charming, although he did sense its taste for militarism. But overall these were very fond years for him.  Later in the book Dodd remarks on how well cared for the horses in Germany were before World War II.  His specific remake is:

“Only horses seem to be equally happy, never the children or the youth,”he wrote.  “I often stop as I walk to my office and have a word with a pair of beautiful horses waiting while their wagon is being unloaded.  They are so clean and fat and happy that one feels that they are the point of speaking.”  

I would start the movie with Dodd as a young man in his idyllic Germany.  I would make the focus of this scene Dodd noticing those beautiful animals which he later remarked upon.

Closing Scene:  For the final image I would create a scene based on the following paragraph (As the once city beautiful city of Berlin is left in total ruin):

Five years later, during the final assault on Berlin, a Russian shell scored a direct hit on a stable at the western end of the Tiergarten.  (The Tiergarten is a large park in Berlin.) The adjacent Kurfurstendamm, once one of Berlin’s prime shopping and entertainment streets, now became the stage for the utterly macabre – horses, those happiest creatures of Nazi Germany, tearing wildly down the street with manes and tails aflame.  

More posts that include In the Garden of Beasts:  When Entertainment Conquers Reality



Thinking Versus Evil

Hannah Arendt Lying

Hannah Arendt: Thinking Versus Evil

I was sent this very interesting article, by John Nixon, about Hannah Arendt, a famous thinker whose most famous book is Eichmann In Jerusalem, which I am very glad to have read.  The book is about the trial of Adolf Eichmann, one of the major organizers of the Holocaust.  The article above is an overview of Arendt’s ideas, as well as why her ideas are important, especially in concern to education.  A brief description of Arendt’s life, from the article:

Arendt was born on 14 October 1906 in what is now part of Hanover in Germany. Three years later, she and her parents moved to Königsberg. In the early to mid-1920s, she studied at the universities of Berlin, Marburg and Heidelberg. As an 18-year-old undergraduate, she embarked on a sexual and deeply emotional affair with Martin Heidegger – a 36-year-old married professor whose work had already received international acclaim. After the Reichstag fire in Berlin in 1933, she fled to Paris via Prague and Geneva and began 18 years as a stateless person. After escaping from the internment camp at Gurs in occupied France, she arrived in the US by way of Spain and Lisbon in May 1941. Ten years later, she gained US citizenship. In 1974, she suffered a heart attack while delivering her Gifford Lecture series on “The Life of the Mind” at the University of Aberdeen. A year later, she suffered another heart attack in New York and died on 4 December 1975 at the age of 69. Always – in thought as in life – she was on the move.

Here are some examples from the article, though I think the whole thing is worth reading.  This is one an example about her views in relationship to Eichmann:

That is why the notion of “thinking” played such an important part in Arendt’s analysis of totalitarianism, from her 1951 The Origins of Totalitarianism to her highly controversial coverage of the Adolf Eichmann trial, the latter culminating in her 1963 book Eichmann in Jerusalem. In this, she famously employed the phrase “the banality of evil” to describe what she saw as Eichmann’s unquestioning adherence to the norms of the Nazi regime. In concluding from the occasional lies and inconsistencies in his courtroom testimony that Eichmann was a liar, the prosecution had missed the moral and legal challenge of the case: “Their case rested on the assumption that the defendant, like all ‘normal persons’, must have been aware of the criminal nature of his acts” – but, she added, Eichmann was normal only in so far as he was “no exception within the Nazi regime”. The prosecution had, according to Arendt’s analysis, failed to grasp the moral and political significance of Eichmann’s “abnormality”: namely, his adherence to the norms of the regime he had served and therefore his lack of awareness of the criminal nature of his acts.

And on her views on education:

The second barrier relates to notions of academic categorisation. Arendt understood the importance of disciplinary and methodological boundaries, but was aware that these could all too easily become barriers. In her own life and work she insisted on the need to think outside – and between – the traditional academic categories: “thinking without bannisters”, as she called it. During an interview televised in 1964, she rounded on her interviewer who referred to her as a philosopher: “I have said goodbye to philosophy once and for all. As you know, I studied philosophy, but that does not mean that I stayed with it.” Having distanced herself from that subject, she never settled into an established discipline but constantly crossed and re-crossed the boundaries between historical analysis, philosophical reflection and political theory. As she put it in her lectures on Kant’s political philosophy, what matters is “[t]o think with the enlarged mentality – that means you train your mind to go visiting”.

More Posts About Hannah Arendt Include: Black Death

Netflix Narcos Worth Watching

I meant to get a lot done here the last couple days, but unfortunately I have been sick for most of the week.  It did give me time to watch the entire first season of the new Netflix series Narcos.  I seriously recommend it.  At first it seemed like it might just be a watered down South American version of a Scorsese film.  However, whatever weaknesses it first appears to have end up serving the series in the end.  The show tells the tale of Columbia during the reign of Pablo Escobar.  You get a sense not only of Escobar and those close to him, on both sides of the law, but also of the politics of the time, not only of Columbia, but also of the U.S. and our role both politically and culturally in relationship to the drug trade.  In the first episode the narration by a U.S. DEA agent seems like the kind of narration that would be in a B-movie.  However, as the scope of the show expands, that same narration helps to make sense of what is going on as characters multiply.  One thing I really like about the show is how it uses real footage at times, even for people that are represented by actors, to give one a sense of the real history behind the show.  Nancy Reagan’s Just Say No campaign looks even more ridiculous than ever in light of what was going on.  If you want to watch a show that brings recent history to life in the most entertaining way possible, you will find it here.