'Do you know your ash from a boll in the ground?'
By John David Powell (01/24/07)
Oh, the evils of symbols - Ted Nugent, the Motor City Madman, made some folks mad last week by wearing a Confederate battle flag shirt during his performance at the inaugural ball for Texas governor Rick Perry. Nugent says he often wears the shirt during concerts because it's a rebel flag and he's a rebel.
His shirt may, or may not, have been a replica of the actual “battle flag.” Confusion between the “battle flag” and the “Confederate Navy Jack” exists in the minds of some people. An easy thing to happen, since both have stars and bars (www.usflag.org/history/confederatestarsandbars.html).
Perry’s spokesperson told the Houston Chronicle (www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/metropolitan/4490363.html) the governor would have invited Nugent to play even if he had known ahead of time of Nugent’s getup.
“If you're going to defend freedom of expression, then you're going to have to defend all freedom of expression,” the paper quotes him as saying.
I'm not getting involved in the Confederate flag debate for one very good reason: My wife is from Arkansas, and her brother-in-law has a Confederate flag burned into his arm. OK. Make that two reasons.
I will quietly suggest, instead, that Southerners switch to the Bonnie Blue flag that bears the single star (www.researchonline.net/gacw/conflag5.htm). This is the flag first used in 1810 by Americans trying to split from Spanish Florida to set up the Republic of West Florida. Texans used it in their fight with Mexico. It showed up next when Mississippi seceded from the Union in 1861.
The sight of the flag paraded through the streets of Jackson inspired Harry McCarthy, an Irishman, to write the second most popular song of the South during the War of Northern Aggression.
Bonnie Blue is a great choice. It does not carry any real or implied racial baggage. It does not fly over southern state capitols, nor does it adorn or beautify the graves of the glorious dead. It does not appear on the bumpers of pickup trucks (or on any part of my brother-in-law, that I know of, or care to know of). It does not accompany parading or marauding Klansmen.
Southern universities do not wave it during football games. License plates and public monuments do not display it.
It's safe. It's politically correct. It's blue. And it has a song that anyone can sing.
Adoption of Bonnie Blue also would still the shrill rhetoric of those who demand tolerance and harmony on their terms. Or, at least until they discover the heretofore unknown evil symbolism of a single white star on a field of deep blue.
Which brings me to the evil symbolism of the cotton tree.
The cotton tree is the historic symbol of Freetown, the capital of Sierra Leon. It was to that African nation in 1792 that a group of former slaves migrated after gaining their freedom by fighting the British in the U.S. War of Independence.
It is ironic, therefore, that some folks used the cotton tree as a symbol of hatred and racism, and the catalyst for a bizarre event in Tallahassee, Fla., a few years back.
Here’s what happened. A local radio guy and about thirty devoted listeners interrupted about two hundred members of the United Daughters of the Confederacy (UDC) (www.hqudc.org) holding their 105th Annual Florida Division State Convention in October of 2000.
According to reports, the radio guy burst in like the Spanish Inquisition and demanded the removal of the cotton tree displayed in the hotel's lobby. The offending tree turned out to be a bouquet with a cotton stalk, the symbol of the UDC, which describes itself as the oldest patriotic organization in the country. Among the UDC objectives are honoring the memory of those who served and died in the service of the Confederate States of America, and recording the role of southern women during the dark days of Reconstruction.
Anyway, this whole thing began with a hotel employee offended by the UDC display. She threatened to quit if the hotel did not remove the “tree.” The hotel didn’t, so she did. She then called the radio station and complained about a hate group and its evil cotton tree down at the hotel.
Quick as a flash, the radio guy and his feckless followers forced themselves into the UDC meeting. Tallahassee police arrived. They asked the hotel management whom to boot: Older ladies minding their own business, or a group of goofy protestors. The protesters left. The radio station issued an apology the next day.
The moral of this tale? Don't mess with Southern ladies if you don't know your ash from a boll in the ground.
John David Powell
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