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Sympathetic Look at the South’s Part in the Civil War

January 1, 2011 in Civil War, Opinions, Philosophy, Political, robber barons, This and That, Uncategorized

Foreward:

Especially to all my liberal and progressive friends, I am asking your understanding of my special feelings toward the south, and ask that you also look objectively at a very emotional and human aspect of the southerner’s plight in the Civil War. Thank you.

I watched the Rose Parade today, and as always was thrilled to see the amazing creations made from flowers. The artists who put this together are just too incredible for my words for I cannot begin to imagine myself being able to do this! So, Rose Parade Float makers..Thank you every year for this wonderful treat!

There are paraders other than the floats in the Rose Parade though. Marching bands from various high schools, among others…splendid troops on horse back. I was sitting comfortably enjoying it all when a group of infantry men in the traditional blue and gold of the Union Army marched by on horseback. The commentator made the obligatory comments, mentioning how much the Union soldiers suffered in the Civil War. I thought for sure that what would follow would be a group of Confederate soldiers, but they never marched by. When I realized there would be none, I got a twinge of pain for those young Confederate soldiers.

Let me explain why. I firmly belief the Civil War was about slavery, but as in almost all wars, the conflict was started by people much more powerful than the ordinary citizen. Confederate soldiers for the most part did not own slaves, so this would not have been an issue for them. Actually, only about 6% of wealthy southerners owned slaves, and Lincoln’s proposition to forbid expansion of slavery was definitely an economic issue for these landowners. That would mean slave owners could not transfer slaves to states that had abolished slavery, therefore, rendering profits less substantial than they would be with slaves.

The young soldier who fought on the Confederate side seemed to be of the belief that the war was being fought for states’ rights, and not slavery. The southern rich cleverly masked the real reasons for this horrible war in the same way they manipulated poor whites to believe that blacks were inferior in order to prevent white uprising against the wealthy masters. ”

“By and large, owning slaves was the privilege of the well-to-do. The rank and file of the Southern armies was composed of farmers and laborers who volunteered to protect home and everything dear from Northern invaders, to keep their traditions and be left alone.”

To preserve those traditions, they paid a severe price: Confederate soldiers suffered up to 12 percent killed versus 5 percent of the Union Army. Killed in action totalled 74,542 plus another 59,297 dead from disease (this figure is generally considered underestimated). Of the 214,000 Confederates imprisoned in the North, 26,000 (12 percent) died.” This as written in the article at the link shown below.

I do not think a celebration of the Confederacy is in order for two reasons: 1. The Confederate states were attempting to pull apart a United States that had promise of becoming great; and, 2. The overall reason for the war was slavery, regardless of what the poor confederate soldier and his family thought.

I do think the Confederate soldier should at least be honored. Not the war, but the individuals.

http://vaudc.org/confed_vets.html



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Belief Systems by Carolyn Simmons Anderson (Installment 2)

November 30, 2010 in Atheism, Opinions, Philosophy, Religion

“Second of two installments:

These existential questions simply can’t be answered by: Because I believe it to be so, it is so. That doesn’t work for me, anyway. And I think that these are questions that even the most brilliant astrophysicists and mathematicians will never truly answer. They may think they’ve arrived at a mathematical proof, but the honest ones will admit that they got there only after a lot of reinterpreting of previous interpretations of data, and/or by working backward from the answer at the same time they’re working forward from the question. Like I sometimes do with a maze in a puzzle book. I work forward from the opening to meet halfway with the line I’ve drawn from the exit point. I did that in my Organic Chemistry course once, with a complicated molecular progression problem on an exam that no one else answered correctly. I had a few extra steps in the middle, but they linked what I got from working forward from the first molecule and working backward from the target molecule. The professor gave me credit for it, in spite of the fact that my path wasn’t the shortest or most efficient, hence the truly correct path, because I made it work. He actually got a kick out of it…….. My point being: We create our own realities. Myself included.

No one truly knows if a supreme being exists, whether they have a name for their god or call it something that sounds more scientific, to make it more palatable to people like me. Anyone can say they know. They don’t. They won’t know, until they die, and possibly not even then. I don’t mean know through faith. I mean KNOW, like I know I have five fingers on each hand, because I can see them and count them and hear them tapping away at this laptop. No one else KNOWS I have ten fingers, because since the last time they saw me, I might have lost one playing with my chainsaw. I can tell them I still have all my fingers, and they can take it on faith that I do because they believe I’m not a liar, and because I would have no logical reason to lie, but they don’t really KNOW until they come over here and look at my hands.

Conversely, no one truly knows that a supreme being does NOT exist, no matter how logical or scientifically supported their argument is. They won’t know, really KNOW, until they die. Actually, they won’t. The irony of being an atheist is: If you’re right, and there is no god or heaven or hell, you won’t even know it. Sort of a supreme irony.

Back to proselytizing and people knocking on my door. When that person who wants to convert me to their faith, because even if I already have religion it must be lacking or wrong because it isn’t theirs and theirs is the only true faith, I have the right to send that person, or group, on their way. Or listen, if I choose to, because the person appears to be genuinely interested in my lack of faith, and I’m not doing anything important at the moment, and/or I’ve just had a cup of espresso and I’ve got a caffeine high going.

I had such a conversation once, with a Jehovah’s Witness, an educated, intelligent woman who was amazed and bemused by me, because I was the first atheist she had ever met. She quickly gave up on trying to convert me, and simply tried to understand me. She was fascinated by the fact that I was a normal person, a very nice person, and yet I was this strange, previously frightening thing called an atheist. I never tried to talk her out of her faith, and I let her know up front that I would never even consider doing something like that. I didn’t tell her that to do so would be as presumptuous of me as she had been, and how rude it is to tell someone of any faith, or no faith, “You’re wrong, and you will burn in hell if you don’t believe in my god, my way, at my church.” I answered all her questions, and we ending up talking about shoes and purses. Go figure. I liked her shoes. We parted with hugs and well-wishing, and she promised not to come back. She asked if she could pray for me, and I said, “Yeah, go ahead. I may be wrong, and I’ll need all the help I can get.”

So I had yet another Christian praying for my immortal soul, joining my sister and some of my Christian friends. I have one Christian friend whose whole life is wrapped up in her faith, who carries her beautifully appointed bible with her everywhere, whose husband is the pastor of their church, tell me: “You’re going to Heaven whether you like it or not.” That’s pretty much the attitude my sister has. So I can’t lose. If I’m right, I’ll never know it and it won’t matter; if I’m wrong, and they’re right, I’m going to Heaven anyway. There’s another reason my Christian friends don’t worry about me. They believe that their god requires only that someone lead a good and kind life to enter the gates of Heaven. And I do………lead a good and kind life. So, religious friends, don’t worry about me. You can join the other people who pray for my soul, and I will accept that with thanks, because it means that someone cares enough about me to worry about my soul. I only ask that you do it in private, and not beat me over the head with it, and leave me to my heathen existence. Besides, I’m going to Heaven anyway, remember?”


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