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Reconstruction reconstructed

By Owen Paine on Tuesday February 12, 2008 12:24 PM

Recall Father Meanest pointed us to this minor Grapeful Dud oracle:
"Barack Obama embodies political hope absent since Robert Kennedy was slain 40 years ago."
I savor the thought, don't you? Now he could fall on his face between here and the predicted dead-heat primary finish with the Hill. But say he doesn't.

Then we all can count --- the party elders will hold the balance of power at the convention. Lady Humphrey-Nixon, a plausible Mrs Macbeth, confronting a melanin-enhanced ghost of Bobby -- though no Banquo he.

My bet, if it comes to it: the elders will anoint the chap in the clean white shirt from Illinois.

Will that raise another ghost -- Huck Finn's Pap? Compare and contrast the conjunctures. Here's what Pap Smiff would call the locus classicus:

"Oh, yes, this is a wonderful govment, wonderful. Why, looky here. There was a free nigger there from Ohio -- a mulatter, most as white as a white man. He had the whitest shirt on you ever see, too, and the shiniest hat; and there ain't a man in that town that's got as fine clothes as what he had; and he had a gold watch and chain, and a silver-headed cane -- the awfulest old gray-headed nabob in the State.

And what do you think? They said he was a p'fessor in a college, and could talk all kinds of languages, and knowed everything. And that ain't the wust. They said he could vote when he was at home.

Well, that let me out. Thinks I, what is the country a-coming to? It was 'lection day, and I was just about to go and vote myself if I warn't too drunk to get there; but when they told me there was a State in this country where they'd let that nigger vote, I drawed out. I says I'll never vote agin. Them's the very words I said; they all heard me; and the country may rot for all me -- I'll never vote agin as long as I live.

And to see the cool way of that nigger -- why, he wouldn't a give me the road if I hadn't shoved him out o' the way. I says to the people, why ain't this nigger put up at auction and sold? -- that's what I want to know. And what do you reckon they said? Why, they said he couldn't be sold till he'd been in the State six months, and he hadn't been there that long yet.

There, now -- that's a specimen. They call that a govment that can't sell a free nigger till he's been in the State six months. Here's a govment that calls itself a govment, and lets on to be a govment, and thinks it is a govment, and yet's got to set stock-still for six whole months before it can take a hold of a prowling, thieving, infernal, white-shirted free nigger, and.... "

Comments (1)


nice piece by alex C and st Clair
on the people's party
the people choices

circa 84-88

plus a little squib
on the privacy
of the votin' booth
and the ghost of PAP

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