Western Rifle Shooters Association

Do not give in to Evil, but proceed ever more boldly against it

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Vanderboegh: Birmingham - Race and Armed Defense of Individual Liberty and the Republic

Race and Armed Defense of Individual Liberty and the Republic
by Mike Vanderboegh
4 August 2008

"Nonviolence did have its day. Nonviolence unquestionably defined the black freedom movement from 1954-1963 -- through the Montgomery Bus Boycott, the lunch counter sit-ins, and the Freedom Rides. But by the end of 1962 Martin Luther King and the more militant nonviolent organizations had fallen victim to state repression and terrorism. The Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC), CORE (the Congress of Racial Equality), and Southern Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC) had all failed to secure local reform, voting rights or protective federal legislation. Appeals to the conscience of whites had foundered in the South and were having limited success in the North. By the beginning of 1963 the Kennedy Administration was backtracking on promised civil rights legislation. Terrorism and legal repression had so demoralized the movement that activists concluded that federal intervention was their only salvation. Activists were learning that the myth of nonviolence rested on a perilous underestimation of racism and a misplaced confidence in the American conscience and democratic institutions.

Then came the Birmingham campaign in 1963 and, more important, the Birmingham riots. The first riot occurred on 3 May after police opened up with water cannons on protesters. Young black men, nonpacifists who had previously lingered on the sidelines, now retaliated with bricks and bottles. On 4 May three thousand blacks, most of whom were uninvolved in nonviolent marches, assembled in downtown Birmingham and clashed with police again. Three days later a peaceful protest sparked more displays of force by nonmovement blacks, including several hundred who encircled two police officers. Finally, in the early hours of 12 May a massive riot broke out in response to two Ku Klux Klan bombings the night before. For the first time in the history of the civil-rights movement, working-class blacks took to the streets in a violent protest against police brutality and Klan terror. The young blacks who defied King's strictures irreversibly altered the strategy of the civil rights movement, raising the specter of massive black civil violence and ultimately forcing the first real concession in the form of the Civil Rights Act. From Birmingham forward, every peaceful nonviolent protest carried the threat of black violence. The Birmingham riots marked the end of nonviolence and the advent of a movement characterized by both lawful mass protest and defensive violence." -- Deacons for Defense, Lance Hill, UNC Press, 2004, pp. 259-260.


When I came to Alabama in 1985, I was lucky that I landed a job at Clarklift of Alabama in Birmingham. I was lucky because I got to work the parts counter with two very different men -- men who taught me fundamental truths along with a little bit of history about what it meant to be southern, Alabamian, white -- and from Birmingham.

By the time I got to Birmingham, the blood and thunder era of Bull Connor had passed, at the end almost with a whimper. In 1985, Birmingham had a black mayor, Richard Arrington. And if his administration was perceived by many to be corrupt (and it was), it was also conceded by the fair-minded that he was no more crooked than the previously uninterrupted line of white men who preceeded him in that post.

Even so, many were still alive who had experienced the violent early Sixties and the memory was fresh, the wounds still raw. Birmingham was still "Bombingham" in many folks' minds. Birmingham was that city of the dogs and the firehoses directed at children civil rights marchers, the city of bombed churches and finally, the city of four dead, innocent little girls.

You don't work beside men day in and day out without learning something about them. Of the two, James McAnnally was the more personable and, I thought, more dependable -- a guy you could trust your back to in a dark place without a worry. Solid, unflappable, quiet, but with a smile that told you everything was going to be just fine, you could trust James to give you a truthful answer to any question, even if it meant admitting ignorance. A convinced family man, James had to be really ticked before he used a cuss word, and I cannot recall him ever taking the Lord's name in vain. Although he shunned arguments, he was a man of solid conviction. A Christian, he had served in Korea and thus had a broader understanding of the world, and of his place in it, than did the man I shall call Bailey Lyle.

Understand, I liked them both. Bailey was also a man of convictions, but unlike James he'd argue them at the drop of a hat -- much like me in fact. Loud, profane and obscenely funny, he would regale you with stories about his sexual conquests, including "nailing" a girl up against the geographic landmark at the center of the state. He also took the presence of a younger upstart Yankee as challenge to convince the ignoramus (me) about a few home truths, as Bailey saw them anyway.

One day, after a jerk of a customer had blown out the door, cussing the whole way, I commented that it was unfortunate "that God had not color-coded assholes" so they could be more readily identified. Lyle turned on me and said, "He sure did color-code 'em, and they're all black." (I should mention that the nasty customer was white, and Lyle hated him too, from long experience.) Bailey had known the church bombers, more than a little I later came to suspect. He was from New Merkle, nowadays called Cahaba Heights, and lived not far from the bridge under which the Klan bombers would gather to talk things over. Lyle was the man who first told me about how it was the FBI snitch in Klan who provided the dynamite for the murder of those four little girls.

"Don't you EVER trust the f---king FBI, they're lyin' assholes, every one," he said, with what I concluded was some personal experience talking. Ironically, it was slightly less than a decade later that I came to agree with him, albeit for my own reasons. But at the time, I didn't agree with much Bailey Lyle said, and I still don't.

Blacks were inferior to whites in every way but sports, Lyle was convinced, and their physical prowess was only because they "benefited from slavery," which made their ancestors big and strong in service of the whites. The way Lyle told it, multimillionaire basketball players "ought to get down on their knees and thank slavery every day." I ticked him off when I replied that he should explain that to one of them himself, in person.

I must confess, however, that Lyle's beliefs were not a whole lot different than the ignorant racial opinions I'd heard from some of my relatives in Michigan, or from some of my friends in Ohio growing up -- and in the latter case these were not, could not have been, informed opinions, because Marion County, Ohio was about the most lily-white place you could find on the planet back then. You had to drive south to Columbus or north to Toledo just to see a black man walking on the street.

Yet for all that, by the time I got to Birmingham the South had much better race relations than the city I left to come here, Columbus, Ohio.

Much better.

I commented upon this fact to James one day, and he shook his head.

"I'd never live up North," he said, "even our black folks are Southerners. It makes a difference. I saw that in the Army."

I had to admit that it did. At the time, the impact of the growing gangsta culture in the North had not yet also become universal in the South. James also shook his head over all the trauma that had been suffered in his beloved Alabama. Having shared mess arrangements and canteens with black soldiers in Korea, he couldn't understand "what the big deal was about 'White' and 'Colored' drinking fountains. The water comes from the same place." "And," he added with a smile, "it ends up in the same sewer. What's the difference?"

"If you don't know . . . I can't explain it to you"

Bailey Lyle would have none of that.

"It makes a big difference and if you don't know what it is I can't explain it to you."

There were a lot of moments like that. Times when I couldn't understand and he couldn't or wouldn't explain it to me. Blacks (although he was rarely so polite as to call them that) were just different. Inferior. Lazy. Stupid. Malevolent. Natural criminals. And he always had an anecdote to back him up. I'd counter-anecdote him from time to time, giving him a story about black folks I'd encountered during my life who were better people and more trustworthy than the average white I knew.

It didn't make a dent.

"Niggers is niggers," he often swore, "You can paint 'em white and they're still niggers underneath."

James usually grew very quiet at such times. Not because he agreed, but because he was too polite, too Southern and too Christian to start a work-place argument. At that, he was a wiser, better man than me -- a better Christian, I came to understand. He lived by example, not argument, and his life was a greater testimony to his character and beliefs than mere words.

I regret today that I didn't talk in greater depth with James about his experiences growing up in Gardendale (then known as "Jugtown" for its ceramics plant) and his years after Korea in Birmingham. I would have had to talk to him away from work for that, and I was never smart enough to ask him for the opportunity. He's passed on now, gone to meet his Savior, and I know he's smiling at my poor attempt to portray the fine man that he was.

As far as Bailey Lyle, I hope he found the Lord before he crossed over, but I won't find out this side of the river.

One thing I did find out this side of the river is how wrong he was about black folks in general. Foremost in my education were my experiences when, a few years later, I ran a warehouse for Bermco Aluminum. The dock and warehouse guys I had to work with were all black men from Birmingham, some of them veterans of the civil rights struggles.

When I took over the warehouse and shipping operation it was a disorganized shambles. The first week I found a "clean" urine sample in the desk of the warehouse lead man, so as to better his odds of passing the random drug test. Consequently he went away, and in his place I got Tony. Tony was a big man, in his mid-twenties and black as the ace of spades, and as hard-working, smart and trustworthy a fellow as you will ever find (let alone factoring in the pittance that Bermco paid their union employees).

But much as I had found with the Southern white employees who I'd had as subordinates in the forklift parts businesses I'd managed prior to Bermco, the black workers would not freely communicate with you, nor execute their part of a business plan until they knew you. In short, they weren't on your side until they knew that you were on their side.

"You'll never get anywhere . . . until you learn how to delegate blame"

Fortunately for me, at Bermco this moment came fairly quickly. We had screwed up an order, shipping the wrong metal to a customer some distance away. The incorrect alloy had to be picked up and the right metal substituted. It was an expensive proposition. I was called on the carpet in the President's office to explain in person who, in my opinion, needed to be stood against the wall and shot for this mortal sin.

I told the President that the fault was entirely mine (although I was fairly sure it wasn't in the strictest sense; but I was the platoon leader, as it were, so it was my responsibility in any case, the maximum effective range of an excuse being zero meters). Mea culpa, I told the Prez, but I also quickly assured him we would institute new fail-safes in the process and it wouldn't happen again. This apparently so surprised the President, who was used to cravenly buck-passing, that I was let off softly to go and sin no more.

The Vice President of Sales caught up with me outside the office door and told me what a fool I'd been. "Mike, you'll never get anywhere in life or this company until you learn how to delegate blame."

Of course this was coming from a guy who many other employees in the company (all of whom had been there longer than me) had vowed that they wouldn't even urinate on if he were on fire. The employees of Bermco were used to being blamed for their "superior's" mistakes. It was one of the things that was endemically wrong with the company. And nowhere did this create more havoc and cynicism than among the hourly guys in production and on the loading dock, all of whom were black. They even had a name for it. They called it the "BTN Excuse." ("Blame the Nigger.")

I long ago decided that if you take care of your people, they will take care of you. And that is precisely what subsequently happened with the warehouse operation. Our error rate went to almost zero even as our shipping volume doubled, then doubled again. I credit this to my men, who once they understood I was in their corner, watched my back fiercely. Race had nothing to do with it. Or, maybe it did, because I got greater results out of my black workers at Bermco than I ever had out of my white subordinates in the forklift parts departments I had managed. And I ran that warehouse for more than eight years.

I had one true friend elsewhere in the management of that company, a quality control man named Don Powell who also was white (at that time the company had but one black foreman, on second shift). Don had grown up in Birmingham. His daddy had run an iron foundry, and Don's first work experiences were in his father's business. Don had a sensible attitude toward black folks much as James McAnnally, and I suspect for the same reason, although Don was considerably younger than James.

"GOD made that boy black . . ."

One day when the subject of race came up, Don told me how -- when he was, oh I don't remember exactly, seven or eight, I guess -- he was playing with a black boy his age on the Powell front porch and he became angry at his playmate. He couldn't recall why he got angry, but he remembered vividly what happened next.

He called his playmate a "nigger."

With lightning speed, as Don recalled, his Momma materialized out of thin air, snatched him up by the collar, marched him inside, spanked the crap out of him and washed his mouth out with soap.

As Don was a little unclear about why he was being punished, his Momma laid it out for him:

"GOD," she emphasized, "made that boy black, and it ISN'T up to YOU to DISRESPECT the will of GOD!"

Don got the point. He never used that word around his Momma again. Indeed, in the eight years I worked with him I don't remember ever hearing it from him, either.

By now, I'm sure you're wondering why a guy who writes fiery stuff about maintaining the Founders' republic and our Second Amendment rights has taken this obscure racial detour down memory lane.

Well, it ain't no detour.

Most of you reading this have also been following the various chapters of my novella 'Absolved' which have been posted on the web. My latest chapter, 'Deacon', covers a bit of family history of Robert E. Williams, Jr., my fictional Attorney General of the state of Alabama at the time of the Battle of Sipsey Street. In the process, I relate the true story of the 'Skirmish at Andrey's Cafe' in Bogalusa, Louisiana between the Original Knights of the Ku Klux Klan and the then newly-forming Bogalusa chapter of the Deacons for Defense and Justice.

This chapter has produced a number of reactions, many that were perfectly predictable. These were the racist and antisemitic outbursts of the usual suspects who troll on websites such as KeepandBearArms.com. A bravely anonymous poster with the moniker of "Deadeye" spake as follows:

“A tale directly from fantasyland. A hyperbolic fairytale written by a carpetbagger yankee who is no better than the commie scum agitators which are his heros (sic)! Negro war heros are like jewish war heros (sic), they each have a pamphlet covering their heroics! Why do you people in Alabama put up with this POS!"

It is a response straight out of Bailey Lyle's general philosophy, and exhibiting the same meager understanding of our country's history. And I responded as follows:

Deadeye, call your drycleaners, your sheets are done. They got the brown streaks out. Explain, if you will, why the founders honored such men as Crispus Attucks, the first man to fall at the Boston Massacre or Peter Salem, the black rifleman at Bunker Hill who killed Major Pitcairn?

The "Dark Side" and Operation White Rose

I'd like for "Deadeye" to answer that question, but then if he had the half-a-brain necessary to do so, he wouldn't be a racist and an anti-semite. However, as I said, when you do this for as long as I've been at it, you expect that.

What I didn't expect was the reaction of a good friend of mine, a fellow citizen soldier in this movement for the past fifteen years (indeed, he's been in it longer than me, more like 20). His reaction was to criticize my characterization of the Kluxers in 'Deacon' as "cartoonish." I'm ashamed to say that at first I thought he'd crossed over to the "dark side." I thought he was trying to get me to portray them as not as bad as the men Bailey Lyle had described.

When I told him as much, he set me straight in no uncertain terms.

People thought Hitler was some kind of buffoon, he pointed out. They thought that the stuff he wrote in Mein Kampf wasn't serious. Hitler, my friend insisted correctly, benefited from that failure of his opponents and his apologists to take him seriously.

Likewise, my friend felt, we shouldn't take the way Kluxers talk and act as anything but serious.

You should know that this man earned the right to speak authoritatively about Kluxers and neoNazis because we have been fighting side by side the attempts of the racists and antisemites to infiltrate the constitutional militia movement for lo, these many years. It is, in fact, how we met and became friends.

It is not much of a secret that some of us in the constitutional militia movement took it upon ourselves to confront the racist, "Identity" and neoNazi terrorists directly after Oklahoma City. We embarrassed the FBI into arresting a member of the Aryan Republican Army bank robbery gang, one Michael Brescia, who the Fibbies were giving a free pass to wander around his old haunts of Philadelphia armed and dangerous long after all the other members of the gang were dead or busted.

In addition, we broke into other proto-terrorist slimeballs' homes and businesses, leaving calling cards that made certain they understood that if the FBI was giving them a pass, WE weren't -- and that if anything else blew up, WE would make sure THEY ended up very dead. As no one was killed in this cold war of nerves -- our war, their nerves -- I can be frank about it because the statute of limitations has run out on all the minor violations of law (burglary, blackmail, menacing threats) we committed to ensure that the Klan-Identity-Nazis committed no more mass homicides.

One academic who has long studied the militia, Dr. Robert Churchill, will soon have a book out detailing, in part, some of what we dubbed "Operation White Rose." It was, in my humble opinion, our second finest hour of the constitutional militias in the 90s. The first, of course, being the larger cold war with the Clintonistas which chilled their predatory hearts and ensured that there would be no more Wacos. (See my earlier essay, "Resistance is Futile:" Waco Rules vs. Romanian Rules.)

So imagine my unpleasant surprise when I thought (wrongly) that a man I deeply respect, a brother really in this fight to maintain the Founders' republic, a man who was instrumental in helping carry out Operation White Rose, had begun to take on some of the opinions of the people we have been fighting. This man has labored long in the trenches. He is a man worn down by the struggle, having given much -- more than anyone else in our movement that I personally know -- in family relationships, wealth, the wear and tear of years of work and worry. Through it all he's had to live with the stress of knowing that he is hated by men, some of them with government badges, who wish him dead and who have constantly tried to ensnare him in their deadly machinations. All the while being completely misunderstood, misrepresented and maligned by the larger community he is seeking to defend.

"You can love the big things, but they do not love you back"

David Brin, in his magnificent novel "The Postman," has one of his characters observe that you can love the big things, like country and liberty, but that they do not love you back. It doesn't mean you shouldn't love your principles, just don't expect anything in return but "blood, toil, tears and sweat." He is long overdue for a rest. Of course, this is the paradox of the sheep dog. Your efforts are feared and resented by wolf and sheep alike -- the wolves because they eat poorly as a result of your work and the sheep because you remind them that they ARE sheep. And the sheepdog can never rest, for there are always wolves hovering at the edge of the flock, or indeed, among it.

For the sheepdog, in the end, there is only principle and honor. And as central as these things are to his or her existence, they cannot be eaten. Garbage collectors are better paid and more appreciated by the larger society. This is true, by the way, whether the sheepdog is white, black or green.

"The Man Behind the Curtain"

Racism -- on the part of whites, blacks, hispanics and asians -- continues to be what Bruce Catton said about slavery. It is the "indigestible lump" which has disrupted our body politic and caused dyspepsia to the Republic since its founding. And this is not coincidental. As I wrote in the recent reissue of "What Good Can a Handgun Do Against an Army?":

The dirty little secret of today's ruling elite -- as represented by the Clintonistas, the "compassionate conservative" Bushies and the even scarier potential for tyranny embodied by the spell-binding Obama -- is that they want people of conscience and principle to be divided in as many ways as possible ("wedge issues" the consultants call them) so that they may be more easily manipulated. No issue of race, religion, class or economics is left unexploited. Lost in the din of jostling special interests are the few voices who point out that if we refuse to be divided from what truly unites us as a people, we cannot be defeated on the large issues of principle, faith, the constitutional republic and the rule of law. More importantly, woe and ridicule will be heaped upon anyone who points out that like the blustering Wizard of Oz, the federal tax and regulation machine is not as omniscient, omnipotent or fearsome as they would have us believe. Like the Wizard, they fan the scary flames higher and shout, "Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!" -- Mike Vanderboegh, A Handgun and An Army: Ten Years After.

Nothing proves the truth of this charge more than the bi-partisan "amnesty conspiracy" and the inundation of the nation's struggling economy and culture with tens of millions of illegal immigrants, mostly from Mexico. I have also written extensively of this threat in my "Rock 'Em" series last year:

- Part I
- Part II
- Part III
- Part IV
- Part V
- Part VI
- Part VII

The principal economic victims of this coldly-calculated treason for money have been poor blacks, who have seen the usual means of economic advancement cut off by this endlessly replenishing source of cheap labor. Proof of this assertion may be found in a single statistic. In 1980, the average wage in the meat packing industry, long the means of upward mobility for working class black men, was $20.00 an hour. Today, TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS LATER, it is $9.00 an hour. That is unadjusted for inflation. The young black men who I worked with at Bermco have also gradually been displaced by illegal aliens. (And if Steve Weinstein, the President of that corporation, wishes to sue me for saying this ugly truth, he is free to do so. He won't.)

The "man behind the curtain" has a vested interest in creating and exploiting such divisions. To the extent that we buy into the logic of those divisions, we become both his willing dupes AND his unwilling victims simultaneously.

The first and best counter to such manipulation is knowledge. The shambles that the American black community has become is not racial in origin but political and cultural, beginning in the '60s with the awfully misnamed "War on Poverty."

And whose idea was it?

Collectivist liberals, seeking reliable voters on their paternalistic political plantation. They systematically drove wedges in the black family, separating fathers from children, by offering economic incentives to single parenting. The results of that bright idea are manifest today.

Daniel Patrick Moynihan, a Democrat it should be noted, warned of this at the time.

He was ignored.

In addition, in the intervening four decades, race hustlers such as Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton have flogged the twin engines of white guilt and black resentment, thereby increasing racism all 'round. As I warned in "Rock 'Em," we are in danger of descending into a three-sided race war.

And who do you suppose will benefit from that?

It does not take a rocket scientist or a PhD in history to recognize that it won't be the average American of any race, nor the constitutional republic the Founders left us. Indeed, it will be the final stake in the Republic's heart and the bloody tyranny that flows from that will be worse than anything heretofore seen on this continent, including 1861-1865.

It is vital that we look at the things the way they really are, unsentimentally, if we are going to be able to sort out friends from enemies in the middle of this manipulation. This is another point my friend made that I initially misunderstood. The black "community" is in fact a community no more, not in the sense of people sharing common dreams and principles. The final result of liberal "welfare" and a Gramscian assault on the values and culture of western civilization is something unprecedented as far as I know in history -- genocide by suicide, or "suigenocide". The Klan never killed with such abandon in such numbers. And as my friend pointed out quite baldly, as a result many of our future enemies will be dark-skinned.

Much is made by the white racists of the fact that such a great percentage of the black community is now socially dysfunctional and crime ridden. Yet we can see that whites are by no means immune to the same social decay, and while whites' percentages of dysfunction may be better, their overall numbers are not.

The fact is when I selected three percent of gun owners as the basis for calculating the size of the resistance to future American tyranny, I was counting black folks I know -- the descendants of the Deacons and those others who understand the tragic folly of black disarmament in the face of Klan violence, or even that of criminals of their own race -- and discounting an incredible number of whites, including many who mouth the words of the Second Amendment, but are too faint of heart to risk anything for them.

I believe that if we are to be successful in resisting the coming final grab for our liberties, it will be with an army of redneck white boys and working class blacks who understand that they have much more in common with each other than the criminals, both governmental and garden variety, who seek to victimize them.

The middle- and upper middle-classes of both races will likely, as in many struggles in the past, be reluctant to get involved. They have too much to lose.

It will be the poor boys who grasp immediately that once they give up their right to firearms, they've given up all the other rights too. And they won't need some academic intellectual argument to convince them of what they already know. That is why "the man behind the curtain" seeks to manipulate them into viewing each other as enemies.

And if we are to resist this manipulation, we must lay the groundwork now, before the bullets begin to fly.

"The truth shall make you free"

As I said, the first way to counter this manipulation is knowledge. For both whites and blacks especially, that means learning the real history of the American experience we share, but that which we have always looked at through the factually stilted frames of reference provided by either the woefully ignorant or willfully malevolent.

For example, it is indisputable that blacks and whites have fought shoulder to shoulder for liberty in this country since, really, before the founding. Yet it has also been true that, from the point of view of the black soldier, historically he has often had to fight on two fronts at once. And when he came home, north or south, he was always subjected to discrimination that white veterans were not.

Often his aspirations and new-found independence threatened the folks who wanted to continue running the same old system of playing poor whites off against poor blacks so that they might pocket the change. From the sharecropper system to strikebreaking in the growing industries of the 19th and 20th centuries, racism has always been the single most effective tool in "the man behind the curtain's" repertoire. In the past, he also used national and racial discrimination against Irishmen, Chinese, Japanese, Germans, Italians, Eastern Europeans, playing one new source of cheap labor and political power against the other.

In the case of black Americans, few whites (and, oddly, almost as few blacks) understand the bloody hegira of their struggle toward full citizenship since the War Between the States. Start with the many misinterpretations of what really happened in Reconstruction. The real history of that period is not found in either the "Evil Carpetbagger" proponents of Klan apologia or the more recent "Progressive Reinterpretation" of "Evil Whitey" in politically-correct pap masquerading as scholarly research.

In each case, the narratives condemn and excuse both sides often contrary to their own troublesome footnotes. I have spent some time recently studying Reconstruction, to try to understand how it was that black constitutional liberties were stopped cold and then rolled back despite the power (and half-hearted wishes) of the national government. One of the books I found most instructive was Redemption: The Last Battle of the Civil War, by Nicholas Lemann, Farrar Strauss, 2006.

"And so they lost"

It is a history that cuts many ways, which is perhaps why it has been so difficult to dig out the truth. The forces of Reconstruction were by no means as malevolent and monolithic as portrayed by the early "Birth of a Nation" historians, just as the "Lost Cause" was never so benign as portrayed in "Gone With the Wind".

For example, here in Alabama a long-time resident of the state, a white unionist Republican who had opposed secession yet advocated reconciliation and clean government, was assassinated during a campaign speech while running for re-election. He was not killed by a Kluxer, but by a supporter of the carpetbag senator of the state, George Spencer, in order to protect the Spencer graft machine. And both the "Carpetbaggers" and the native "Mossbacks" despised, distrusted and manipulated the Freedmen out of avarice, fear, or their own short-term political self-interest.

These fissures crippled the defense of Reconstruction against Klan violence, in part because the newly-freed blacks were too timid and tentative in acquiring the means to defend themselves, and exercising their right to self-defense credibly in the eyes of the defeated Confederates. As it was, Reconstruction placed the theory of black self-defense in the hands of the freedmen, without giving it any real form, any credible deterrence. By the former, they enraged their opponents, and by the latter they encouraged their aroused enemies to use violence to overcome the entire system.

And so they lost.

The sins of the supporters of Reconstruction have been exaggerated by some, the high flown principles and good intentions of the architects of Reconstruction by others. But here's the key fact: the planter class, which exploited blacks prior to the war and always spurned or ignored the needs of the poor whites, got to have their old system back, minus codified slavery and substituting a modified, truncated de facto slavery in its place.

And they manipulated the racism of the poor whites to achieve it.

Neither the poor whites nor the poor blacks benefited from this Jim Crow system, unless you count the empty consolation of the poor whites that, if they were despised by the Bourbons, they were at least not AS despised as "the niggers." Both blacks and whites got to work as sharecroppers on the Bourbons' former plantations (or as laborers in the new mills and mines springing up) and the planters and industrialists pocketed the profits. If the current batch of "Birth of a Nation" schmucks ever took their racial blinders off, they would recognize what stupid patsies their "heroes" were.

Something similar to this happened in the Fifties and Sixties when the local Klaverns of the KKK were manipulated by their "betters" of the White Citizens Councils. Poor whites once again danced to the tune, and attacked the black targets selected by, their economic superiors. So if I have "cartoonishly" depicted Kluxers as dumb poor white boys on a tear, my "cartoon" has the advantage of capturing reality. At least, that is the reality portrayed to me, perhaps inadvertently, by Bailey Lyle across the Clarklift of Alabama parts counter.

Still, as my brother-in-arms points out, we should even so take them with deadly seriousness.

How many angels can dance on the head of a historical pin?

Many people alive today remember the Los Angeles riots of 1991. Other older Americans remember the race riots of the late Sixties when civil rights principle gave way to atavistic killing and destruction as evil in its way as a Klan lynching. But black folks remember older, more deadly riots. Riots started by white folks with blacks as their targets. Riots like Tulsa in 1921 and Rosewood, Florida in 1923. (See The Burning: Massacre, Destruction and the Tulsa Race Riot of 1921 by Tim Madigan, 2001 and Like Judgment Day: The Ruin and Redemption of a Town Called Rosewood by Michael D'Orso, 1996.) They also remember other smaller "racial cleansings" that have occurred over our history. (See Buried in the Bitter Waters: The Hidden History of Racial Cleansing in America by Elliot Jaspin, 2007.)

That is the way history is -- always more complicated than the dominant theory of historical analysis that holds sway at any given time, and eternally misunderstood in the light of the prevailing political prejudices. The facts of history become lost in folklore, and truth, evanescent truth, vanishes from sight in the prejudices of the teller, as well as the listener or reader.

If this was a simple argument over how many angels can dance on the head of a historical pin, it wouldn't matter in the least.

But it isn't.

If we don't understand where we came from -- all of us, together and separately, of all races, creeds, colors and religions -- then we cannot understand where we are or where we're going.

It is the collectivist enemies of the constitutional Republic of the Founders who push racism in various forms. To the extent that we let them define the terms of debate, or even who is qualified to debate, we conspire in our own destruction as a people previously united by the Founders' idea.

We will also, I believe, one day be called to account for it by our God.

"The content of their character . . ."

I have learned to judge people by the content of their character and not the color of their skin. I have also come to realize that while we struggle to maintain our God-given liberties in the 21st Century, "our list of friends grows thin." Those of us who swore an oath to preserve the Constitution against all enemies foreign and domestic, cannot afford to artificially reduce that number further by culling out potential allies on the basis of their skin color.

Even the Founders, enmeshed in the racial theories used to justify human bondage, appreciated the sacrifice of Crispus Attucks, the first man to fall at the Boston Massacre, and that of every other black man such as Peter Salem who served the Revolutionary cause.

And if they didn't resolve the issue of slavery then or later on in the Constitution, it wasn't for the lack of a troubled conscience on the part of Founders like George Mason. Mason feared that God would judge our country in this world for the sin of slavery, as only men, not nations, were judged in Heaven. Mason feared, in fact, just such a calamity as the War Between the States -- a war which we know now was settled to the eternal detriment of the Founder's concept of the Republic.

This is what happens when good principles are misused in bad causes. History has thus proven Mason's prescience and clarity of thought.

I recognize now that I have Birmingham to thank for my own clarity on the matter of race in America. Had I not moved here, and met the remarkable people of this city, black and white, I would not be so certain.

Familiarity, it is said, breeds contempt.


But sometimes, I have come to understand, familiarity fosters love.

I love the South. I love Alabama and I love Birmingham. I love its people, black and white, warts and all, despite all their bloody and contentious history -- a history that I have read more of, and perhaps understand better, than most of them. They are the finest, most generous, freedom-loving people I have ever known.

Most importantly, to my mind, there have always been a disproportionate percentage of citizen "sheepdogs" of both races among them. I am proud to count myself as standing with them, all of them.

It is such people who, together, may yet save the country -- IF they do not allow themselves to be divided by the false political dichotomy of race.

Mike Vanderboegh
Alleged Leader of a Merry Band of Three Percenters
PO Box 926
Pinson AL 35126



Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wow, what a thought provoking piece!

August 6, 2008 at 2:05 PM  
Blogger Ken said...



August 6, 2008 at 3:23 PM  
Blogger Rio Arriba said...

Many thanks for that.

August 6, 2008 at 8:19 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that ALL men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights..."

I wonder how things would have turned out, had the Founders implemented this basic idea in the beginning.

God bless you, Mike. "One man with courage is a majority."

August 7, 2008 at 3:03 AM  
Blogger tjbbpgob said...

Great post Mike, you are turning into a great writer.

August 7, 2008 at 4:53 AM  
Blogger Sean said...

Great piece. I have a question. What are whites to do about/with/concerning/relating to,blacks that hate their living guts? I believe their are legion numbers of blacks that do so, and I am not sure they could be dissuaded from a very negative view towards whites. I know you were successful at that job in gaining good relations with the guys on the loading dock. I did my very best to do the same while in the Army, and got burned every time. So, what do you advise?

August 7, 2008 at 5:38 PM  
Blogger rexxhead said...

Mike is already a great writer. He's becoming a dangerous writer. We need to start watching his back.

August 7, 2008 at 5:38 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sean said...
Great piece. I have a question. What are whites to do about/with/concerning/relating to,blacks that hate their living guts? I believe their are legion numbers of blacks that do so, and I am not sure they could be dissuaded from a very negative view towards whites. I know you were successful at that job in gaining good relations with the guys on the loading dock. I did my very best to do the same while in the Army, and got burned every time. So, what do you advise?

It's tough, I know and I've been burned myself more than once. You just have to keep trying. One think I've found is when they get in your face just say back to them softly, "So, you'll never be in a position where you might need white allies?" or "What is it that says this is anything about race? Don't we both need safe streets, safe government, clean government? Why fight each other when we believe in the same things?" Don't try it with a black muslim, though. ;-)

August 7, 2008 at 9:25 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


I think you out did yourself this time Mike fabulous job!

Mike you brought back a lot of memories about the 60’s race riots. The use of violence for change as left deep scars on the face of liberty.

The civil right legislation that was passed may have made changes in our society that on the outside appeared to be positive but the affects have disarmed many Americans.

In Chicago Mayor Daley used racial fears to promote an eventually pass gun control. The FBI under cointelpro rewrote the Black Panther coloring book and used it as a tool to build support for the crime bills that today we call the 68 GCA.
President Johnson was so please with the work of Illinois Governor Otto Kearner to pass gun control that he appointed him to head a commission that issued a report referred to as the Kearner Report. In the report it blamed all of the problems in the world on white people. The report was laughed at but has become the foundation of affirmative action.

I agree that street action forced the hand on civil rights legislation but it destroyed the black family, created gun control laws and has set the stage for the gang/crime ridden cities.

The riots in my opinion made one mistake they left the same people in power that profited from the false dichotomy of race.
I see the alchemic hand at work today creating division. I believe Illegal immigration is meant to further dived this nation lower wages and create nations within a nation. Many of the people/families that created and use the false left right paradigm to stay in power have led this nation into debt divided us into subclasses and circumvented our liberties all in the name of keeping us free.

While I don’t disagree with the need for action (preferably peaceful) I believe any action that fails to remove the current elitist power structure will only allow a repeat of the last 40years.
I hope you don’t think I’m being disagreeable with my comments Mike. I’m just trying to make an observation.

August 7, 2008 at 10:04 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...





August 8, 2008 at 6:10 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Disagreeable? Naw. Now, my ex-wife, she was disagreeable. Still is by all accounts.

August 8, 2008 at 2:46 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That is why she's an "ex".

Nice bit of writing and a lot of us feel the same. I had to move from Montana, California, and Texas to Michigan and Illinois and visit the beltway scum, spend time in the Rockies again, Mexico and Africa, etc, and then move back to where "home" is again to get the inverse version of the "Mike V racial and political experience" but, after you let everything settle, you seem to end up with similar views if you weren't born with water on the brain.


I don't think there is a one of us that is seditious or wants a civil war. We just want to live as free humans and damn anybody who paints us with a different brush. They can reckon that mistake with their maker whether there ever is domestic insurrection or not.

Government doesn't decide what's right and wrong. Right and Wrong ARE Right and Wrong and if you can't figure that out you should be serving a custodial sentence in the booby hatch or prison of your choice or be fertilizing flowers in a graveyard.

August 9, 2008 at 4:56 AM  

Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]

<< Home