The
New Orleans City Council voted to take ‘em down today. The Robert E. Lee circle statue was erected
over 130 years ago in 1884. Slave pens
and over fifty human auction sites existed twenty years before that. According to economist Thomas Piketty the
Confederacy had more capital wealth than all of Europe during slavery. The fear of losing the privilege and wealth endowed
from that capital cascades through history in the pale ignorant maintenance of
a status quo that was never valid and the obstinate denial and failed
vulnerability in pockets of humanity to acknowledge that privilege still
exists.
A
fellow New Orleans poet A Scribe Called Quess said to the council, “The symbols
are the heart of the matter. The symbols
are the reason why we have a disparity fifty percent unemployment for black men
– fifty percent. They are the seed of
the ideology that created the systems that keep us enslaved today.” Another NOLA poet Kataalyst said, “Today we have come to speak about pieces of art. As an artist I have
come to the realization that art is meant to push the boundaries of perception.
However these particular pieces do nothing but make stagnate of a perception
that has been far long outdated. That perception, human beings of a darker hue
are made to be less than.”
Those still
trapped in the gray-coated illusions of convenience are quick to suggest absolutism:
as if this means the erasure of every cultural symbol someone might find
offensive or that too often valid criticism of a cultural rampage of pompous
political correctness. This is not political
correctness. This is attempting to
eradicate a visual tax-funded vestige of the greatest sin the world has ever
known.
I am proud the
City Council let the people speak before voting. I am proud of the poets burning a confederate
flag on that monument before Charleston and who will continue to raise the
beautiful African voice of New Orleans long after. I flipped on the giant a.m. station to tap in
on my drive home to hear what might be another sided reaction. I heard the bewildered frustration of a receding
step-stool grinding down into wood dust.
The what-is-the-point, the latent get-a-job, all-lives-matter mental
plug that prevents the empathy to see from a perspective that excludes that
step-stool, as if the lowering of Lee’s perch threatened a vantage point, an
overlook, and harkens the fear a man like Trump stirs not-so alien to that of a
revolt on a plantation when you are the one standing on the wrap-around porch.
James Baldwin
wrote, “The victim who is able to articulate the situation of the victim has
ceased to be a victim: he or she has become a threat.” Martin Luther King said, “On some positions,
cowardice asks the question, is it expedient? And then expedience comes along
and asks the question, is it politic? Vanity asks the question, is it popular?
Conscience asks the question, is it right? There comes a time when one must
take the position that is neither safe nor politic nor popular, but he must do
it because conscience tells him it is right.”
Today was one more step in a journey about getting it right.
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