Rebels and Cottentots

Is tolerance created with every repetitive call for it? No, for it’s never tolerance alone; it’s “you must”, a phrase that awakens the latent rebel in every soul. It’s the rebel who becomes the racist, or at the least becomes spitefully, racially aware and more so every time a warrior for so-called social justice accuses him of racism where there isn’t any. You want racism? I’ll give it to you, says the accused. It’s time you learned what that means. Such is the inevitable result of race baiting. It’s time we stopped screaming and started listening.

Listen to your ancestors, their traditions and their stories. Listen to history in all its glory and horror, its tales of conquest and woe. Consider history from a Southern perspective and think about our ancestors in the aftermath of the Civil War. What was it like living in ravaged and conquered territory? There are stacks of primary accounts, newspaper articles, diary entries, and letters that tell their tales.*

Here we find stories of the puppet masters and their comrades as well. Imagine this: You’ve lost a war. You’ve lost your fortune and maybe even your home, but you still have land and on that land is a fine crop of cotton. With this harvest you can rebuild something of your former life. Sure, you have to pay the field hands, but you’re not feeding, clothing, or sheltering them any more (nor their non-working young and elderly) so the difference shouldn’t take your profits; it will actually be cheaper, which is why you were in the process of freeing them when the war began. Such a process is slow if one is to do it humanely.

But here come the Cottentots, Yankees who convinced the newly freed negro that stealing was acceptable. So, your workers stole your harvest and sold it for next to nothing to the Cottentot who then sold it again, likely to another Yankee, for a substantial mark-up. You’re left with nothing but a claim that will never be addressed by Northern imposed law enforcement. And on the other side of town? A school for the free negro children where Yankee teachers instill in those young minds ideas of innate equality but an unfair balance of power ~ the white man has more only because of the money they have and they stole that money from the fruits of black labor. An irreparable racial divide was born in the aftermath of war that one disgruntled North Carolinian felt would ripen into a harvest of blood and murder.

And so it has, to the detriment of all involved. Why do the string pullers want us to hate one another? It’s a question with myriad possible answers and the right one is likely under a pile of ill-gotten wealth in the vault of an offshore bank. We should consider that the next time we scream racism or even the next time we hear it. Are you being played? Cut the strings. **

*See The Confederate Reader (edited by Rod Gragg) and The Day Dixie Died (by Thomas Goodrich) for two fantastic sources.

**Adapted from the novel The Forgetting also by Rachel Summers. You can find it here:

Rachel Summers
Known as the Dropout Philosopher, Rachel Summers walked away from the Ivory Tower, spent a year in a motorcycle mechanics program, and started research for her first novel, CondAmnation, in a local Harley Davidson shop. Her novels are what some have called a journey into antinomian mysteriosophy, where socially sanctioned morality is turned on its head in order to shake out just a few drops of enlightenment.

Summers holds degrees in History, Comparative Religions, English Literature, and Philosophy but ran afoul of academia when her dissertation proposal was rejected as something that might cause a scandal or, worse yet, cause the check-signing alumni to sign fewer checks. Welcomed to stay and write if she accepted a pre-approved project, she chose to leave and vowed to cause a scandal indeed, whether with pen or sword. She is currently writing her fifth novel as well as articles for the Revolutionary Conservative and Europa Sun Magazine; thus far, the sword remains sheathed. You can buy her books at