I’m a product of the South. I grew up a southern white boy in the 50’s. I went to all white schools and lived in all white neighborhoods. I had all white friends and dated all white girls. I read books about the civil war exploits of confederate soldiers. I watched movies dramatizing the antebellum south. I watched TV shows like “The Gray Ghost” glorifying the exploits of John Singleton Mosby (Mosby’s Raiders). I listened to my grandmother talking about her father, my great grandfather, who fought under Stonewall Jackson at Chancellorsville. Yes, I’m a true “son of the confederacy”. To me the Confederate flag was a sign of a proud heritage and second only to the American flag. The problem was I never thought about the other side of the meaning of that flag. We in the south, and when I say that, I mean we white people in the south grew up glorifying the confederacy. We lived, we breathed it, it was just part of us....
My last post had the wrong music attached. Here it is again. Kind of nice on a Saturday morning. This music was inspired by the short story "The Snow Goose" by Paul Gallico and tells the story of a young girl (Fritha) who befriends a hunchback (Rhayader) who is a lighthouse keeper who finds a wounded snow goose in a marsh and nurses it back to health. It has a tragic ending with Rhayader going across to Dunkirk to help evacuate the British army and the snow goose following. Download now or listen on posterous The_Great_Marsh.mp3 (1631 KB) Download now or listen on posterous camel_Fritha_alone.mp3 (1199 KB) Posted via email from Captain Richard's Posterous Blog
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