On The Removal of Confederate Statues

I have many mixed emotions about the phenomena of cities and institutions removing Confederate statues. It is an issue that has clogged my social media accounts, although I’ve seen very little about it in the news. Perhaps the media isn’t covering it much because they don’t know how to feel about it, either. The most recent actions have been taken by the city of New Orleans to remove statues from public places, even in the middle of the night, and relocate (Click Here for NY Times Article) them.  However, the one that is closest to my heart is on the campus of my alma mater, where a very prominent statue of Jefferson Davis was recently (Click here for a news story on this)  relocated from the main square to a historical archive of statues.


Here are my mixed emotions. I have no love for the Confederate States of America. I consider the Confederacy to be rebels who took up arms against the country I love. I do not understand how anyone can pledge allegiance to the American flag and still have such a love affair with the Confederacy and all her symbols and trappings. I also consider the Confederacy to have been tragically wrong. In fact, it was so wrong that my reading of history, as a person of faith, tells me God himself intervened to make certain it lost. How else can anyone explain to me why the South did not win the war in the first two years. There is no logical explanation other than Providence. God made certain the South lost because slavery had to end and the culture which was nurtured by the enslavement of souls had to end. In the modern age, the symbols of the Confederacy, as well as the cause of the Confederacy, have been use by people who are pushing a racist and/or xenophobic agenda. This is undeniable. Since the 1960s “States Rights” has meant, mostly, that states can segregate if they want to and the federal government should just butt out. History is written by the winners, and the winners are still writing and re-writing it as an act of imperium, and good for them. We want to celebrate the values of diversity, tolerance, and freedom which are the opposite of the Confederate values of uniformity, exclusion, and slavery.

Those are the mixed emotions on one side. But there is another side. History is precious. We learn from history, but we learn nothing by  sanitizing history as if it never happened. That is what I think the proponents of moving statues are trying to do–sanitize history. Removing the statues from New Orleans or the campus of the University of Texas does not change two facts of history. Fact one: These people lived and led. Fact two: Years later, people were still committed enough to the cause that they paid money to erect a monument. Both of these truths are a part of our history, and the latter is the issue for many in academia. The statues were put there by well-heeled donors who were racists, and thought of the school as an institution for their kinds of people.

Statues mean something, and they can teach. When I behold a marble statue from Ancient Rome, I do not consider the rightness of the Empire that gave rise to it. Instead I consider what kind of people made this, what were their values, how were they right, how were they wrong, what were their beliefs and so forth. Removing Confederate statues robs future generations from such contemplation as they gaze into the angry eyes of Stonewall Jackson or the gentle face of Robert E. Lee. I want them to stare into the eyes of Lee. I want them to ask, “How can such a gentle looking grandfather have believed in such a horrible cause?”

For that is the lesson. In the end, I think of these statues as monuments of pity. Lee, Jackson, Davis and company were wrong, and their wrongness caused the greatest devastation in American history.  Yet, even in their wrongness, we can learn a positive lesson that helps us every day. Honorable people can be misguided and wrong. I often bring that point out when speaking of war from a biblical perspective. Good, honorable people can be wrong and still need to be stopped. Everything I’ve studied of Lee and (Click Here) Jackson, for example, indicate that these were good men who loved their families and, in their own twisted way, thought of themselves as Christ-followers. Yet they were wrong. Very wrong. Tragically wrong. And they had to be stopped. I thank God they lost and were stopped. It is a lesson we need to remember in the times in which we live. There are honorable, good, and yes, even Christ-following people who are on the other side or whatever issue we are passionate about. Being on the other side doesn’t make them the devil. They may be wrong, but they may yet be noble. It does not mean they should not be stopped and opposed at every opportunity. And of course, I am speaking politically and rhetorically.  We are not at the point of bloodshed. We should stop no one with the power of a bullet, but instead with the authority of our logical and reasoned argument.

Mixed emotions. History is a great teacher, and I fear removing these statues is like taking a teacher out of a classroom, or ripping a page out of a textbook because it is painful. The issue of the statues is different and distinct than the Confederate Flag debate. Statues are snapshots in time–about the people who are memorialized and those who did the memorializing. As a contrary example, the Lincoln Memorial is about Lincoln–his times, his leadership, and his sacrifice–but it is also about those who appropriated his values and transformed him into something like a Greek god. There is little doubt to me that the Lincoln of history would have thought his memorial preposterous. But it teaches us something. I don’t think it is their intention, but those wanting to remove statues have a lot in common with the ISIS folks who destroy art and culture from antiquity because their intolerance can’t abide it. It is an ironic twist that the progressive left today cannot stand anything that is not in uniformity with its own views, thus they are more like the Confederacy they deplore than the Union they celebrate. The result could be a kind of cultural slavery that denies individuals the ability to be contrary, or to consider their history.

See, mixed emotions. I legitimately can see both sides of the issue. Perhaps we are missing an opportunity. Maybe instead of removing anything, we instruct and inform. Count me as one of those who believe education and learning can fix a lot of what ails our world. Simply removing statues from public view is a choice to live in ignorance of the past, thus guaranteeing nothing is learned except a temporarily soothed conscience or a glimmer of false peace. For anyone who thinks that removing a statue will remove the racism in the heart of someone else has never seriously considered the evil of either racism or the human heart.


A happy West Texas speed limit sign
A happy West Texas speed limit sign

Last night we got home from a little ‘get-a-way’ we’d been planning.  We drove out to the Davis Mountains in West Texas, which is about six hours from where we live.  Here are some of our adventures.

1.  On the way, we ate cold fried chicken I cooked the night before along with a batch of buttermilk biscuits.  This is way better highway eating than you’ll get from a fast food place or a gas station!

The sprouts, after cold fried chicken at the rest area
The sprouts, after cold fried chicken at the rest area

2.  We visited the McDonald Observatory.  Tuesday night we went to the star party and looked through telescopes at nebula, clusters, the moon, Saturn and other phenomena as well as saw a tour of the constellations.  We came back the next day to look at the sun and learn about it, and then toured the gigantic telescopes under the domes.  Nerdfest.

No selfie sticks were harmed in the taking of this picture
No selfie sticks were harmed in the taking of this picture

3.  We stopped at Fort Jefferson Davis, which is one of the pioneer forts.  It was established to protect the mail running from San Antonio to El Paso in the 1850s and was named for Jefferson Davis, who was then the Secretary of War.  I had a long conversation with the National Park Services Ranger about why they never changed the name, especially right after the Civil War, because as most people know Jefferson Davis went on to serve as the President of the Confederate States of America.  She told me they just didn’t care that much about it, because the fort was so far removed from civilization.

The most interesting parts of the fort are that this is where many of the black soldiers, or Buffalo Soldiers, were stationed as they fought the Apache.  I talked to some archaeology students from UC Berkley who were digging around the ruins of an old barracks house.

We also toured the hospital, and saw all the different bone saws they used to amputate people’s limbs.  The doctor was not a source of comfort in the 1870s.

3.  We drove to Valentine, Texas and saw the Prada store in the middle of nowhere.  It is actually an art exhibit, but, boy is it strange.

The Devil wears Prada, in Marfa
The Devil wears Prada, in Marfa

4.  That same evening, after eating a burrito in a questionable establishment, we saw the world famous Marfa Lights.  And yes, we did see them.  It was truly fascinating.  The Marfa Lights are so prevalent the town of Marfa has built a viewing area about nine miles out of town.  Sure enough, just as the sun went down, the lights came out and danced over the desert.  The mystery is that there is no apparent explanation for them.  I know that some people claim it is car headlights, but there is no way what I saw was car headlights.  I don’t know what it was, but it wasn’t headlights, airplanes, flashlights, or anything of that sort.  They simply twinkle into existence, get bright, move around a bit in different directions, change colors, and then fade.  Very interesting.

5.  Oh, and we listened to the audiobook A Canticle for Leibowitz (for more on this, click here) to and from, because Mrs. Greenbean and the sprouts haven’t read it.