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| David Forbes |
As I heard more than once growing up, in the South the Civil War never really ended. In addition to the economic and cultural effects its devastation left (widespread poverty, a vulnerability to fundamentalism), it remains a source of bitter controversy to this day.
Aside from the thousands of literal re-enactors it attracts like no other conflict, its legacy continues in many other ways. The next time you find a dismissive stereotype of Southerners as stupid, uneducated racists, the next time you see someone argue in a low tone of voice on the back pages of a local newspaper that maybe slavery wasnít so bad, be reminded that some of its wounds may never heal.
Some of this, no doubt, has to do with the multiple ideals, lofty and
oppressive, involved in the war. Some of it involves the basic,
continuing questions of power that it raised. Some of it involves the
fact that it has been placed at the center of ill-fitting packs of
glamorized lies (ìGone With the Wind,î to name just one) distributed on
both sides of the Mason-Dixon Line in its aftermath.
But some of it also has to do with the sheer, bloody ferocity with
which it was fought. It is that ferocity, particularly the tenacious
fighting spirit displayed by the Southern troops, that is at the center
of historian Wiley Swordís superb ìSouthern Invincibility,î (St.
Martinís Press, 432 pp. $27.95), a detailed breakdown of exactly why
the South fought so long, so bitterly and against such long odds ó and
how the same spirit has continued today.
Sword (from Michigan, by the way) forms his tale from the primary
sources: letters and stories from selected soldiers and their loved
ones. He juggles these narratives convincingly and heís chosen his
ìcastî well. There are aristocrats and tenant farmers, belles and
servants all within these pages.
They all thought the Confederacy would win, Sword shows, even as he
builds an ominous strand through their respective narratives (this is a
war, most donít turn out well). As the war nears its end and
half-starved soldiers march on frostbitten feet, theyíre still
convinced that one good fight is all it will take to drive their
enemies back, even as they find ìitís hard to maintain patriotism on
ashcake and water.î
There is dangerous delusion in this, as Sword quickly points out. The
zeal behind this pride helped pull the country into war in the first
place. In a book full of heart-wrenching stories, one in particular
stands out. A young Confederate officer marches straight towards enemy
lines. The attack is futile. He and his men, courageous as they are,
end up getting cut to pieces for nothing. He dies on the battlefield
just short of his twenty-fourth birthday.
At the same time, the incredible morale some of the Southern soldiers
possessed played a large role in Robert E. Lee and Stonewall Jacksonís
amazing string of victories.
But that is only half the story, as Sword follows the few remaining
members of his initial band into the desperate years after the war. It
was that zealous spirit that gave Southerners a very beneficial and
practical ability to go home and rebuild, a belief that somehow
tomorrow would be better.
Sadly, the delusion continued as well, encouraging no small number of
lost-cause types, even to this day, to yearn for a return of the
Confederacy, people who viewed pride in terms of subjugation instead of
dignity and endurance.
History is the antidote to lies on all sides of the Civil War, of
course. It is worth remembering that for every honorable Lee or James
Longstreet among the Confederate leaders, there were scumbags like
Nathan Bedford Forrest (who later founded the KKK) or corrupt idiots
like Braxton Bragg. It is also worth remembering that the devastation
caused by the Unionís scorched earth tactics resulted in poverty that
the region is only finally recovering from. For all that it is made out
to be a shining crusade, the Civil War is actually one of Americaís
dirtiest and most morally ambiguous wars. Sword grasps this and that
gives this book its real punch. Forget the old fables; there is little
nobility in a pile of amputated limbs.
In the end, he sees that the South did rise again ó not in some
demented Confederate comeback, but in choruses of ìWe Shall Overcome,î
in an ability to face past demons, in cities rebuilt and in its
thriving culture. In that respect, the South can teach the rest of the
country a thing or two.
In 1963, Martin Luther King, Jr. was imprisoned in the Birmingham jail.
By 1979 Birmingham had an African-American mayor. Thatís Southern
invincibility.
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David Forbes, who writes book reviews for the Daily Planet, may be
reached at marauderAVL-at-hotmail.com. Suggestions and comments are always
welcome.
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