I've been tempted to lay-out my whole diatribe, and so far managed to
abstain; I believe I have mentioned parts of it before, or in aside-comments,
and there has been recent discussion here &@T(A)U that almost prompted me
to start-in ...
one of the things that Historical Re-enactors & Casual Southern Historians
just loved about Ang Lee's Ride with the Devil was the dinner-table
discussion about the "school at Lawrence" ... (this exchange was taken almost
word-for-word from Dan Woodrell's book) ... in about a minute & a half, this
little speech sums up the Southern reaction to a number of "Yankee Incursions",
and is about the briefest, most complete summation of my personal feelings and
historical conclusions I've ever come across ...
I've not found this particular little clip on YouTube for embedding here,
but I'd like to start this discussion with the points raised here - and I'd
like to point out that the ideas expressed here are extremely historical,
for the time-period, and later on, during the Reconstruction and Post-
Reconstruction Eras, up to and including the Public School Desegregation
controversies of the 1950s & 60s ...
this clip can be found embedded on these sites :
http://whatgetsmehot.posterous.com/ride ... -ang-lee-0
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>> dialog transcript
And why, if you do not mind my askin', did you not join the regular army?
Army? Well, we thought of it. I suppose we decided this fight's got to be made
in our own country, not where some general tells us it should happen.
It soon will be everywhere. My family and I, we will be quittin' this house in the spring.
As soon as the roads are clear, we're gonna be tryin' for Texas.
About half of Missouri's went to Texas. Now, the whole state's thick with invaders.
We cannot drive them away.
We have different thoughts. I still want to fight. I reckon I'll always want to fight them. Always.
Have you ever been to Lawrence, Kansas, young man?
No, I reckon not, Mr. Evans. I don't believe I'd be too welcome in Lawrence.
I didn't think so. Before this war began, my business took me there often. As I saw
those Northerners build that town, I witnessed the seeds of our destruction being sown.
The foundin' of that town was truly the beginnin' of the Yankee invasion.
I'm not speakin' of numbers, nor even abolitionist trouble-makin'. It was the schoolhouse.
Before they built their church, even, they built that schoolhouse. And they let in every tailor's son...
and every farmer's daughter in that country.
Spellin' won't help you hold a plow any firmer. Or a gun either.
No, it won't, Mr. Chiles. But my point is merely that they rounded every pup up into that schoolhouse,
because they fancied that everyone should think and talk the same free-thinkin' way they do, with no regard
to station, custom, propriety. And that is why they will win. Because they believe everyone should live and think
just like them. And we shall lose because we don't care one way or another how they live. We just worry about ourselves.
Are you sayin', sir, that we fight for nothin'?
Far from it, Mr. Chiles. You fight for everything that we ever had. As did my son. It's just that we don't have it anymore.
Mr. Evans, when you get back from Texas, it'll all be here waitin' for you. Jack Bull and me, we'll see to it.
Well... yes. Thank you, son. Well, enough of this war talk.
Let's have the ladies join us and think nobler thoughts. Lydia!