It bears repeating (and I am painting with a wide brush here) that the religion of Progressivism despises the past and tradition. The past because it was imperfect and tradition because it carries the imperfect past into the future. Progressives after all are utopians at heart and mean to create heaven on earth. You know, since there is no actual heaven.
I think this is at the root of why Progressivism spends so much energy on controlling what we remember and believe about the past and as a consequence, why they are so determined to eradicate its physical symbols.
Its war on all things Confederate will of course come to mind, but after 2020 we see that Mr Bojangles, Aunt Jemima, and Uncle Ben have got to go as well, to say nothing of tyrants like Washington, Lincoln, and Teddy Roosevelt.
If monuments and syrup bottles cannot be spared, architecture certainly cannot be either since as a reminder of both the space and time in which it was erected its shelf life can be extremely long depending on the materials used. Consider the pyramids of Egypt which continue to evoke…errr, well, what? My point is, they will remain safe until such time as whatever ideas they evoke run contrary to whatever future Progressivism is imagining.
Brave New World, 1984, and Animal Farm remain must-reads for Conservatives because they speak so simply and clearly on Progressivism’s core value of human reform via controlling memory, but also because they were written so long ago that we now have the immensely valuable benefit of hindsight that show them to be prophetic.
Progressivism rejects human nature and believes that if man can simply be made to forget, he will be a white canvas upon which to paint something new and better. To be rebuilt and made into a better mousetrap… I mean man… I mean androgynous human… I mean androgynoid.
Thus all reminders of the past must go.
Mark Atkins has six wee bairns who are all seventh-generation Henry County, Tennessee, and all from the same doe. It is the people of Henry County that he most wants to reach but writes to Southerners generally. He is without credentials but rather dares to speak by the same authority as the little boy who cried 'The king has no clothes!' His core belief and starting point is that like everything, we humans have a nature, it is not so hard to understand, and to pretend that it is other than it is, is to jump off a cliff. Which is what we Americans have in fact done.