Sometimes there’s a reason why it’s heritage, not history, with some folks. That’s because they aren’t very good at history.
Take the case of Confederate heritage advocate Connie Chastain. In her recent e-novel, Sweet Southern Boys, Connie combined her interest in white southerners with another one of her preoccupations: false rape accusations (no word on whether she plans to write another story addressing what happened recently in Steubenville, Ohio). I reminded her of the Emmett Till case as another instance of false accusations (in that case the accusations did not involve rape):
For a woman who studies false accusations of sexual behavior, the fact that you can’t see how that links to the Till case suggests that history is indeed a foreign land to you. The difference, of course, is that Till was black, not white … and his case is history, not fantasy fiction.
Connie’s abusive rant in reply showed that she had lost control of her emotions, a conclusion reinforced by a recent vile post on her blog that uses language unsuitable for reproduction here (this from a woman who whines about name-calling and complains that she’s being denigrated). In blocking her reply, I had to omit what she had to say about what I said about Till. However, it’s now worth reprinting in light of her newest tirade, which includes the blocked comment:
Emmett Till was not falsely accused. He came on to a white woman in pre-civil rights Mississippi, and the was brutally murdered for it.
Of course, the facts were a bit more complex than that. But I guess she trusts the accounts of the sweet southern boys who killed Till, who was 14 at the time of his death.
You just keep on defending southern heritage, Connie. Nice graphic.
NOTE: Connie Chastain clearly never actually understood the lyrics of the song she cited in attacking me … such as …
“… ’cause I’m better than you
It’s the way that I move, the things that I do …”
As I’m the “I” in question, perhaps she’s right. After all, she’s never wrong. Just ask her. 🙂