Well, it’s time for MLK Day again, and our friends at the League of the South (known as LoSers on this blog) what to know why we can’t go back to the “good old days” when this weekend was used to commemorate Robert E. Lee’s birthday:
If you celebrate Martin Luther (Michael) King, Jr. Day instead of Lee-Jackson Day, then you are a moral idiot. King was a philanderer, a plagiarist, and a Communist sympathizer (if not an outright Communist). Both Lee and Jackson were both fine, upstanding examples of Christian manhood.
There are a lot of things I could say about this passage, but I’ll leave it to Frederick Douglass to explain, as he had a very intimate knowledge of the behavior of these paragons of “Christian manhood”:
Once upon a time, a female journalist with a taste for history and erotica broke her leg and decided to spend her downtime writing a novel that could combine her two interests. The end result was a long, somewhat maudlin soap opera detailing the tempestuous love affair between two abusive, angry drunks. After being rejected by dozens of publishers, our heroine finally managed to get her opus published, where it was an instant success. Not only did this work conquer the bestseller lists, it was also adapted into a highly successful film that swept the 1940 Oscars and became even more of a pop culture icon than the original book. Alas, success was short-lived for our heroine, and she was killed roughly ten years after the release of the movie based on her only published work.
Note: contains spoilers for the”Revolutionary Girl Utena.” For more information see:
The ending to the anime series “Revolutionary Girl Utena” usually leaves viewers confused and somewhat frustrated, because it’s unclear what happened to the titular character and, on the surface, it appears like nothing has changed for the supporting characters. This was the impression I got when I first saw Utena back in 2004 when I was a junior in college, but after my religious misadventures and some repeated viewings of the series, I now view the ending in a very different way.
As I’ve mentioned before with my posts on the “Obama Drama” and MLK, Catholic traditionalism assumes (or desires at least) a completely Catholic environment as much as possible and takes a dim view of those religious movements outside of the Church. A traditional Catholic should think like the Church and do what the Church says. In short, the Church should be “your everything,” if I may quote a popular song from the 1970s. However, I soon realized that as a black American that the Church simply couldn’t be my “everything,” because all of the most important figures in black history were non-Catholics. The Church wasn’t involved in abolitionism and was only marginally involved in the Civil Rights Movement. If the Catholic Church really believes in “the dignity of human life,” how could it be such a no-show for one of the most important and influential social movement in history? Furthermore, if the Catholic Church is the “True Church,” shouldn’t the Holy Spirit or someone alerted the hierarchy that this was something they needed to give their stamp of approval to? Or am I to believe that the Church was too occupied with more important things, like shuffling around child molesters (yeah, I just went there, but someone had to say it)?
Growing up in Atlanta, MLK was always there for me, just like sweet tea and dogwood trees. His name was on streets and public buildings, his image peered from murals and other works of art, and his former associates appeared on TV to pontificate about the world’s ills. In my previous entry, I said that MLK is bigger than Jesus to blacks, and that’s not a lie; it’s just the way things are, and if you’ve grown up with it, then it’s not really something you think about.
The 2008 election process was in full swing during most of my tenure at St. F, and this caused a great deal of stress for me, even more than the crazy parish politics that were enveloping me at the time. To really understand this, you have to know several things about me. The first is that I’m black. Or to be more precise, I’m what American culture designates black. If you saw me on the street, my ethnicity might not be too obvious, but I’m considered black because one drop rule. Which is absurd, but that’s an entry for another day. The second issue is that for me MLK is bigger than Jesus. Some people may take offense to this statement, but it’s true. For black people, MLK IS bigger than Jesus. They might say otherwise so as not to appear too heretical, but for most black Americans, I suspect the easiest thing to do is just to buy a black velvet picture of MLK and Jesus down at the gas station and keep on going. The third thing is that while I was going to St F, I was working for the King family (yes, THAT King family) and learning about black history in an immediate way that has to be experienced, not explained.