It’s always worth a few smiles to see what passes for “historical fiction” in the fantasy land of Confederate heritage. Take this recent introduction to yet another proposed book (although we’ve already seen the inevitable dust jackets):
I wonder whether Morgan
Walmart Walraven (aka “Nevermore”) and Dorsey share the same father. Indeed, is Morgan Walraven male? Not always. Maybe this is just being deliberately ambiguous. But that would mean “giving” a black male to a white female, and we know those things simply weren’t done in the antebellum South (as for “giving” a black female to a white male, well, ask Morgan’s father, who might also be Dorsey’s father, although someone will get very upset and defend old man Walraven if you say that he raped Dorsey’s mother). And yes, someone “gives” the enslaved Dorsey to the free Morgan, much like you give someone cake, a horse, or a house. You don’t “give” people to people. So if it makes your heart all warm to learn that Morgan’s given a slave of his/her own, so be it. At least we understand that it’s a story of humans exploiting humans.
But wait, there’s more …
I guess Dorsey wasn’t allowed to have a wife and children. Or maybe they were sold. Maybe Morgan hired out his “companion” for breeding purposes. I’m sure it was up to Dorsey to decide that the best way to resolve these issues was to go fight the “yankees” (sic), forerunners of those “outside agitators” I hear so much about (except when it comes to the Virginia Flaggers visiting other communities to give folks a piece of their “minds”).
Oh, and there will be a second book, set much, much later. “Valhalla is still owned by the descendants of the Walravens who built it.” Somehow I don’t think the Walravens built the house, although members of Dorsey’s family may have been involved in the process of construction. Note that the Yankees didn’t burn it. Note also that Dorsey’s descendants aren’t around to be companions and playmates … one wonders whether one of Dorsey’s descendants tried to enter the University of Alabama, only to be thwarted by that good friend of the Walravens, George C. Wallace. Or maybe someone got lynched.
Sweet Home Alabama indeed.
As for the Walravens, they now run a dairy farm. All I can say is …
I hope H. K. Edgerton blurbs this novel.