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Welcome to my blog.

I’m an energetic, slim, reasonably pretty thirty-year-old. However, I reside in a rather shocking, obese, aching, apathetic 56-year-old body. I love living in Austin but I’m chock-full of criticism of America in general. The Rockies bring me to tears, but so does the health care system. I’ve adopted Thanksgiving, but not the Pledge of Allegiance. If I seem elated and unbearably grouchy in sometimes dizzyingly quick succession, this is why.

I love the usual: my husband, my children, my friends and our pets. I hate heat, willful ignorance, bone spurs, spiders, and walking or cycling in place.

I collect raft books and I’ve developed a weird obsession with the bottoms of bridges.

When I lived in the Netherlands, twenty-three years ago, I loved hot tea, wild camping in Great Britain, gardening, reading for days on end, and I walked and cycled everywhere. Now that I live in a pretty darn hot part of the US, with kids who have to be driven everywhere by car, I love reminiscing about hot tea, wild camping in Great Britain, gardening, reading for days on end and walking and cycling everywhere…

My blog is a crazy—some might say completely unhinged–collection of posts about any of the above-mentioned issues and then some. Nothing is sacred. I blatantly ignore all American no-nos. Which means I talk politics, religion, I don’t idolize  teachers and I swear (but not that much).

As you read my posts you might laugh, seethe, weep or shrug your shoulders. If you like a post, great. Let me know. If you hate a post, great, let me know. I’d like to think I’m always right, but don’t let that stop you from telling me if you disagree. We Dutch love a good debate.

If you want to know more about how I ended up in America and an overview of how that’s been, visit my About page.

Otherwise, have at it!

(In my posts, I refer to my husband as T, my 20-year-old son as B, and my 18-year-old daughter as R.)

Salsbury’s Slavery Spectacular!

Black America Show poster

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I’m reading Fantasyland: How America Went Haywire, A 500-Year History, by Kurt Anderson. He gives an inventory of all the ways (white) Americans have been more prone than Europeans to believe in big dreams, in get-rich-quick schemes, the supernatural, cure-alls, conspiracy theories, UFO sightings and other “alternative facts” from the beginning of white colonization up to the Trump presidency and America’s current “post-factual” society. It’s fascinating, and it confirms that I’m right when I argue with my American husband that UFO sightings are really mostly an American thing.

I’m not even halfway, and I’m sure I’ll have more to say about the book, but what I read last night had me gobsmacked at first, and then it explained a lot. Anderson discusses the insane nostalgia of Southern whites for the plantation lifestyle before the Civil War, how the South never accepted that they lost, or if they did, it was by referring to the attempted secession as “The Lost Cause”. And they didn’t waste much time rewriting history. We all know that. But did you know there was a mock plantation park in Brooklyn in 1895? Neither did I.

So most folks have heard of the “Wild West Show” with Buffalo Bill Cody. (Chief Sitting Bull worked in the show for a while, too. I didn’t know that, either!) The show had toured around the northeast of the country, where it provided an odd, romanticized idea of the wild west. The producer, Nate Salsbury, decided to do something similar for the Old South. He called it “Black America: A Gigantic Exhibition of Negro Life and Character”. A New York Times headline called it a show about the “Fun-Loving Darky of Old Slavery Days.”

I kid you not.

Salsbury claimed that the idea was to show, “with a fidelity of detail, […] the better side of the colored man and woman of the South. […] It will show the labors that the negroes of slavery days engaged in, and the happy, careless life that they lived in their cabins after work hours were over.”  The park included 150 slave cabins where people could watch live vignettes as they walked by, like “a fat black mammy, with a red handkerchief on her head, [who] sits outside one of the little cabins, knitting,” as one New York Times journalist reported; and a cotton field where genuine “Southern Colored People” — none of your Northern colored people or whites in blackface — played at being happy-go-lucky, singing slaves. They also worked an “old-timey” cotton gin and gave tobacco-rolling demonstrations.

There were no white people in the show. Not a one. No overseers with whips, no owners, not even around the partial plantation house replica. That’s how happy the black slaves apparently were; they didn’t even need white oppressors!

Salsbury also wanted to show that African-Americans could do other things; included in the program was a section “Showing the Afro-American in all his phases, from the simplicity of the southern field hand (especially the phenomenal melody of his voice), to his evolution as the northern aspirant of professional musical honors.” Besides much singing and dancing, the visitors could also watch black jugglers, tight-rope walkers and contortionists. The Buffalo soldiers also showed off their horse-riding skills. So it was a mix between an open-air museum, a circus, a concert and a talent show.

In Fantasyland, Anderson brings up the Black America Show as an early example of the rewriting of Southern slave history. Kate Kelly makes the same point, but adds that the wildly fictitious care-free life of the slaves after their work was done probably led to some fervent fact-checking, which may have helped to bring attention to the actual reality of the South’s “peculiar institution”. David Fiske gives Salsbury the benefit of the doubt, sort of, because he claimed to want the show to be educational, historical, and expose Northern folks to the rich culture and skills of Southern blacks and thus bring understanding. It was his marketing spiel, anyway.

The show was successful for two seasons, starting in Brooklyn’s Ambrose Park, then touring Boston, Manhattan, Washington, DC, and Philadelphia. Salsbury apparently did pay his employees well and no doubt more than a few of them stayed in New York and continued in music or show business afterward; the Harlem Renaissance was in full swing about a decade later. However, I’m pretty sure that Black America — and a few similar shows that sprung up after Salsbury’s show ended — played a significant role in the early days of white-washing Southern slavery in popular American culture and  education.

 

Sources:

  • Black America: An 1895 Stage Extravaganza for the North / Kate Kelly. – America Comes Alive! –  https://americacomesalive.com/2015/02/20/black-america-an-1895-stage-extravaganza-for-the-north
  • Fantasyland: How America Went Haywire; A 500-Year History / Kurt Anderson
  • The Plantation in Brooklyn: Nate Salsbury’s Black America Show / David Fiske. – The New York History Blog, January 7, 2014. –   http://newyorkhistoryblog.org/2014/01/07/the-plantation-in-brooklyn-nate-salsburys-black-america-show
  • When  There Was a Mock Plantation in Brooklyn. – Sam Roberts. – The New York Times: City Room, January 9, 2014. –  https://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2014/01/09/when-there-was-a-mock-plantation-in-brooklyn

 

This Entire Fucking Country is Mentally Ill

school shooting Florida 2-2018

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So there was yet another school shooting. The eighteenth this year, I believe, and the year is only 45 days old.

Again we hear the nightmare stories of children hearing and watching and feeling their friends get murdered in the next classroom, in front of them, on top of them… Continue reading

Covert Centralization?

iCE arrest

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Today’s writing prompt: Suspicious.

I recently finished reading Hitler’s American Model: The United States and the Making of Nazi Race Law by James Whitman. The Germans, being the methodical bureaucrats they’ve always been, had transcripts of several of the most important meetings where the tools for the Nazi state were forged, where the Nazi ideology was translated into jurisprudence.  Continue reading

Loophole

13th amendment

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Slavery was abolished in America at the end of the Civil War, with the 13th Amendment to the Constitution:

Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction.

The amendment passed Congress in January of 1865 and after much debate it finally passed the Senate in December of that year. As has been pointed out by many, it has a loophole: slavery as a punishment for crime. Continue reading

American Eugenics and the Holocaust

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I came across an article yesterday on Timeline.com: “The Nazi Breeding and Infanticide Program You Probably Never Knew About”. The article describes the Nazi breeding program that involved encouraging and forcing “pure Aryan” women to get pregnant from “pure Aryan” men and taking the babies to be educated by the SS, as well as the active euthanasia of “impure” babies.

There is a reason you may never have known about this. Continue reading

Finally Going to the Aldi!

20171216_224158The Aldi store has come to Austin, Texas! Or rather, to Pflugerville, but that’s close enough. When I read that it was coming I was thrilled, because on the Dutch International Cookbook/Kookboek Facebook page I regularly see posts by folks elsewhere in America and Canada showing photos of their Dutch and German finds in Aldis. Now it’s here, so today I decided to include a trip to Pflugerville in my list of errands. Continue reading

Zwarte Piet : Putting Him Into Perspective, Again!

zwarte piet again

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So let me get this straight:

Sinterklaas can still be Sinterklaas.
He and his Pieten can still arrive in Amsterdam on the steamboat.
They can still have all the processions through cities and towns.
People can still come out to welcome them.
Kids can still wave at Sinterklaas and give the Pieten their drawings.
The Pieten can still wear the same costumes.
They can still hand out candy.
Everyone can still eat pepernoten,
and taai-taai,
and marzipan,
and kruidnoten,
and suikerbeesten,
and amandelstaven,
and chocolate letters,
and speculaas poppen
and drink hot chocolate.
Everyone can still sing Sinterklaas songs.
You can still have Book Piet, Organizer Piet, Grumpy Piet and what have you Piet (a relatively new phenomenon).
Everyone can still buy Sinterklaas and Piet dolls at Xenos (also relatively new).
Kids and adults can still place their shoes at home on Sinterklaas Eve.
Kids and adults can even place their shoes at school, at work, on the street and in the bars (again, new).
People can still exchange gifts.
Children can still make surprises.
A good time can still be had by all.

The only thing that would change is the color of Piet’s face and hair.
And this is how you react?

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(Welcome in the Netherlands, where all cultures are permitted except our own.)

Have you all lost your mother-loving minds?

My original series on the whole Zwarte Piet issue starts here.