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Originally Posted by Turn Prophet
I am legitimately curious: what sort of things were you taught about Lincoln, being a Southerner? As a college instructor, I meet a lot of colleagues who primarily teach American History and jokingly call their class "Iconoclasm 101" and claim that they spend most their time "undoing the damage" of poorly-taught high school history.
I've spent a week trying to figure out how to answer this post, and can't. I never went to high school. I went to an experimental school for a year, then to college. Even that one year doesn't apply. It was 30 kids in a planetarium with 2 liberal PhDs as professors. Hardly the typical educational experience in northern Georgia. But trust me. The one issue that was never discussed, was the war. I can speak a bit about junior high. But do you know how long ago that was? No, and you won't either. (typical southern female) lol
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Perhaps you can extrapolate more detal from the minimal information available to me. All I recall is an absense of analysis. It was purely propoganda then, and if actual observation bears proof, remained so two years ago, when I last visited. There was a dearth of information. Sixteenth president was my known biography of Lincoln. I literally didn't know he was worthy of investigating further. Abolition as an ethical construct, or even a simple historical fact, was glossed over with such alacrity, it seemed strangely unrelated to slavery. But I could quote chapter and verse of the burning of Atlanta, and describe in unremitting detail each individual monument in Chickamauga Battlefield. Jefferson Davis was an indolent dimwitted fool, and Robert E. Lee a more revered and creative general than Stonewall himself. And was he beloved. Let's not forget beloved. You couldn't mention his name, without beloved somewhere in the sentence. It would've been sacrilege. And Stonewall? Why a more brilliant statistician never rode a horse! Comparisons to Alexander and William the Conqueror were just his bounden due. But the most heinous of hatreds, was reserved for the devastation wrought by Sherman's march through Georgia, and the conflagration and devastation he wrought along the way. I have to resist the urge to contemporize, and speak time altered opinions, but instead remain true to the focus of earlier more innocent days. Perhaps I can tell you about southerners, and their deeply inbred prejudices, (and I don't mean racial prejudices, I mean geographical ones) without the prerequisit condition of maintaining a snubbing silence when keeping company with yankees (inadvertantly, of course).
That's right, southerners hate those damned yankees. Have since circa 1865 or thereabouts. If I dared imitate my professor and speak without the everpresent drawl, My mother would bow her head in shame, glance quickly around, to see if anyone could hear, and whisper, "Now don't start talking like them damn yankees. You don't want someone to hear, and think you
are one, do you? She was completely serious. The old south still contained remnants of gentilty. It's English roots showing again and again. Everyones heard of southern hospitality. And people practiced what they preached in that respect, or did as long as you didn't hail, from above the mason-dixon line. Baltimore, ironically, is below the line, and the last stop before perdition.