26 May 2012

Chuck's own ratatouille

1 small zucchini, sliced
1 med. yellow or red onion, diced
1 small diced bell peppers, diced
1 cup sliced carrots, sliced
1 large can diced tomatoes
1 small eggplant, petite-diced (optional; can use sliced mushrooms instead)



Optional vegetables include: 1 med. red potato (diced), 1 small yellow squash (sliced), and sliced mushrooms (especially as a substitute for the eggplant)

Note: Contrary to popular belief, eggplant was not originally part of ratatouille. If you share the distaste of a certain Mazandarani friend of mine for eggplant, you can leave it out entirely.

1 TBS extra virgin olive oil
2 cloves minced garlic, diced
3/4 tsp salt
1/2 tsp ground cayenne
1/2 tsp ground black pepper
1 tsp dried basil
1 tsp dried thyme
1 tsp dried oregano
1/2 tsp dried rosemary
3-5 bay leaves
(or 1 TBS dried sabzi polo herb mix instead of the above five herbs)
1 TBS chopped dried parsley
2 tsp ground cumin
1 tsp ground tumeric
1/2 tsp ground coriander



For a Cajun-Creole/Provencal taste, use the basil-thyme-oregano-rosemary combo or Herbes de Provence and leave out the tumeric and coriander and a diced red onion. For a more Mediterranean/Southwest Asian flavor, use the sabzi polo mix and a diced yellow onion.

Roast garlic in olive oil over medium heat. Add canned tomatoes, mix. Add herbs and spices, mix well. Add veggies, mix well. Cook until slightly tender.

Window (a poem)

Sometimes
When you look at me
It's like you're trying
To reach out
And touch my soul

Those times
If I could
I would tear away
My skin
to let you

18 May 2012

David's favorite Cajun chili


The recipe is mine but I call it David's because my son lives it so much.  his recipe feeds about four people, so feel free to double everything for larger crowds.  Also to spice it up; these measurements are fit for normal folks.

Ingredients:

1 pound ground beef/buffalo/venison/turkey
1 large chopped red onion
1 green bell pepper
1 TBS olive oil
1 TBS minced garlic cloves
2 1/2 TBS chili powder
1 (15-ounce) can petite diced tomatoes with jalapenos
1 TBS tomato paste
1 (15-ounce) can red or black beans
Optional: a few ounces of red wine or half a bottle of lager

2 bay leaves
1 tsp salt
1 tsp dried oregano
1 tsp dried basil
1 tsp ground cloves
1 tsp red wine vinegar
1 tsp brown sugar

Cooking:

1. Sautee onions, bell peppers, and garlic in the olive oil.

2. In a large, heavy kettle, brown ground beef with sauteed onions, bell peppers, and garlic; drain.

3. Stir in chili powder, green chili peppers, canned tomatoes, tomato paste, bay leaves, salt, oregano, red wine vinegar, and brown sugar. Cover and cook for 2 hours over low heat.

4. Add beans and cook, uncovered, for 30 minutes.

NOTE: The best chili is made with ground buffalo, if you can get it.  The best drink to accompany it is a good lager.


15 May 2012

The top 10 things I wish the Church would learn about gays

(A friend published this on a page on Facebook, but she said it wasn't original, she got it from a chain email.  I'm posting it here because I think it needs to be said.)


1. If Jesus did not even mention a subject, it must not be and cannot be essential to his teachings.

2. You are not being persecuted when prevented from persecuting others.

3. Truth isn't like wine that gets better with age. It's more like manna; you must recognize it wherever you are and whoever you are with.

4. You cannot call it "special rights" when someone asks for the same rights you have.

5. It is no longer your personal religious view if you're bothering someone else with it.

6. Marriage is a civil ceremony, which means it's a civil right.

7. If how someone stimulates the public nerve has become the needle to your moral compass, you are the one who is lost.

8. To condemn homosexuality, you must use parts of the Bible you don't yourself obey. Anyone who obeyed every part of Leviticus would all rightly be put in prison.

9. If we do not do the right thing in our day, our grandchildren will look at us with same embarrassment with which we look at racist grandparents and those before them.

10. When Jesus forbade judging, that included you.

East Brainerd in 1967


Old East Brainerd Elementary, torn down November 2020
Mention the name East Brainerd these days and it conjures up visions of massive commercial activity, shopping, suburban affluence, fast food, and fine dining.  A newly-arrived suburbanite having just immigrated from across the Ohio or Mississippi Rivers would not recognize the East Brainerd that existed when my family moved out here in 1967.

It would be another 20 years before Hamilton Place Mall was built and served as the new center of commercial gravity in the region.  At the time, the land occupied by the mall belonged to The Wolfman, who owned a lot of exotic animals, including wolves.  Several families occupied a small neighborhood where The Terrace and Hamilton Crossing are now.  The other side of Gunbarrel Road was all wooded.

In 1967, East Brainerd meant the area along East Brainerd Road, then a barely two-lane country road branching off Robert E. Lee Highway, between Interstate-24 to just past its intersection with Graysville Road.  Originally, the community was called Concord.  That name lasted until its main road changed from Bird’s Mill to East Brainerd following the consolidation of Sunnyside, Dutchtown, Belvoir, and Mission into Brainerd.  

Before 1926, Bird’s Mill Road dead-ended at Jenkins Road, which continued down what is now Mackey Avenue.  Parker’s Gap Road, with which Graysville Pike intersected shortly thereafter, branched off Jenkins toward Apison and Cleveland.  Bird’s Mill Road started life as Mission Road, from the outskirts of Chattanooga to Brainerd Mission and then beyond, changing its name when Philemon Bird purchased the mission property from Thomas Crutchfield in 1852.

The much wider region now called East Brainerd approximates what was called Chickamauga for decades after the Cherokee Removal, long before the National Military Park existed and gave the Georgia town of Crawfish Springs its current name.  But that’s another story.

Forty-five years ago, the area was largely farmland.  There were a few modern suburban subdivisions in the area, but they were small, some no more than a single short street: Concord Highlands, Bella Vista, Radmoor, Kenmoor, Royal Oaks, Liles Addition, Irwin Acres, East Brainerd Terrace, Meadowlark Acres, Audobon Hills, and Engelton Heights.  All were aimed toward middle-class and working-class families.

The rest was mostly farmland, pasture, and farmland and pasture that had been subdivided on a piecemeal basis.  Some people in the neighborhood grew crops, including corn, for their own consumption.  Several had small herds of milk cows.  A few people had chicken houses, some of which are still standing, though not in use.  Many had horses.  The Wilson family owned a dairy where Christ United Methodist Church is now, but not the large chickenhouse across East Brainerd Road. 

From the freeway, private homes for the most part lined East Brainerd Road, with a couple of churches and a comparatively few businesses.  There was no Concord Golf (then a marsh), no Brown Acres Golf (it was a dairy farm), and no Eastgate Golf (also a marsh, now the Walmart Center in Brainerd).  Downtown, there was no UTC yet either, just the Chattanooga City College and University of Chattanooga from which it came.

The big “new” auditorium at Concord Baptist Church (founded 1848) had not yet been built; the congregation was still worshipping in the smaller one now used by the Korean Baptists.  Across the road where the current Kangaroo station, Subway restaurant, and small strip mall are now were three homes, the center of which served as the residence of the church’s pastor. 

Halfway down Concord Road toward South Chickamauga Creek still stands the over a century old Higgins home, then inhabited by a grandson of the man who built it with his wife and children whom I went to school with for twelve years.

At the very crest of Concord Ridge, where the Amberleigh Ridge Apartments are now, the old Bork house remained.  The Corbly house still stood at the crest on the other side of the road.

As it hard as it may be to fathom, at the time Gunbarrel Road was little more than a lane and a half wide; two cars passing each other would have to ride the shoulders.  Its composition was tar and gravel, except for the section near Shallowford Road which was more often dirt. 

South Gunbarrel Road wasn’t much more than one lane.  The Glenn house, owned by the Boyd family before and after the Civil War (but originally built by Cherokee), stood on the side of the hill halfway to Davidson Road, which was still a dirt path between cow and horse pastures years after annexation.  The Davidson house is still there even today, and the Eaves home at the site of the old Lyndsey Blackwell place too on the corner of Davidson and Julian Roads.

The Elise Chapin Wildlife Sanctuary at Audobon Acres at the end of North Sanctuary Road, which extends from South Gunbarrel, exists as it always has, minus its pine trees cut down due to beetle infestation and plus a new visitor center.  In the late 1960s and early ‘70s, a commune of hippies squatted there, including one claiming to be Jesus and another to be Johnny Potseed.

At the crossroads of East Brainerd and Gunbarrel Roads in 1967 was Bill Higgins’ Grocery, where the Hamilton at Gunbarrel strip mall is now.  The Sinclair gas station stood where Conoco is now.  In the corner where Rite Aids is now was an empty field that used to be a knoll until dug out for fill dirt. 

In the remaining corner that’s now a grassy lot, a short order diner called Rogers’ Grill did business, as East Brainerd Auto Sales did later.   Behind Rogers’ Grill sat a few tiny rental cottages in the area where Concorde Apartments are now. 

Owenby Sheet Metal was next to Bill Higgins Grocery, and Owenby Branch ran between them.  A private residence stood between Owenby Sheet Metal and East Brainerd School.

The school sat on the corner of East Brainerd and North Joiner Roads, and there was a brick sign on the corner.  Across the street, where Heritage Funeral Home now sits, was the house built by William T. Walker.  In fact, it had been “Squire” Walker who donated the land upon which the school, first called Walnut Grove School, was built in 1912.

Walnut Grove School was originally on South Gunbarrel Road, where it was built in 1889 to replace the Mackie School (est. 1878) formerly on site of the current Heritage Park.  Its name changed to East Brainerd in 1926 along with that of Bird’s Mill Road.

Down the road a bit from the school was St. Martin of Tours Episcopal Church (founded 1960), which at the time was using the old Jolley home for its parish house, what Baptists might call a fellowship hall.   Directly across East Brainerd Road from the Jolley house lived the Rains family in their historic farm dwelling, aged over a hundred.

Where the East Brainerd Church of Christ (founded 1946) moved into its present quarters in 1972 was Worleyanna, former home of the late W.T. Worley, a railroad engineer in the early 20th century.  Worley laid out the village named after him in the area where Brainerd Heights is now, near  which was a whistle-stop on the Nashville, Chattanooga, & St. Louis Railroad (now CSX) next to what had been called Ellis’ Crossing for half a century. 

Across the road from the abandoned house was the East Brainerd Riding Academy, whose grounds included the areas now occupied by the Marriot complex, Hidden Creek Apartments, the fire station, Taco Bell, and Food City. 

Across from where Food City stands were the two Henshall houses, the original built by George Henshall named Narrowbridge (since torn down), and the later pseudo-Georgian house that now serves Heritage City Park as Chattanooga Heritage House.

Heading east toward Parker’s Gap, there was another small cluster of commercial buildings around the intersection of East Brainerd and Graysville Roads. 

The first thing you came to on the south side of the road was the L-shaped Village East strip mall, which at the time held Jojo’s Ice Cream Parlor, a beauty shop, and a couple of small stores.   Still in business, it currently houses the Sugar Shoppe, Skinpricks, Educational Outfitters, and a couple other shops.

Next to Village East was one of the earliest Golden Gallon stores, a small drive-thru dealing mainly in milk, eggs, bread, cigarettes, and beer.  It now serves as the core of Armando’s Hamburgers. 

On the other side of Golden Gallon was an independent gas station, and next to it, right on the corner of East Brainerd and Graysville Roads, was a food stand called Butch’s Ham & Egger.

Around the corner from Butch’s Ham & Egger were a dentist’s office, the Elks Lodge, East Brainerd Baptist (founded 1950), and St.Paul's Methodist (founded 1962; site of New Haven Baptist since 1988).

On the other corner of the intersection sat the main grocery store for the area, the Piggly Wiggly, taking up the whole building now housing Mapco, Dollar General, and O’Reilly Auto Parts.  It had been Brewster’s Grocery before.  Next to Piggly Wiggly was Rogers’ Drugs.

Across East Brainerd Road was East Brainerd Shopping Center, a strip mall twice the size of its current configuration.  At one end, recently housing The Suit Man, was the Food King, and at the other end, now-demolished, was the Mullins 5¢ & 10¢ store.  In between the two were Liles’ Drugs, a Dollar General, and Mr. Bob’s Barbershop.

Immediately to the left of East Brainerd Shopping Center was Cawood’s Barber Shop, and it’s still there.  Mr. Bob’s still exists also, but under new ownership and in a different location over by Ace Hardware, which didn’t exist in 1967. 

To the left of Cawood’s and further back from the road was a smaller strip that housed Bill’s Diner, a Laundromat, and a small shop (and later had Spectaters, until April 2012).  Back where the Regions Bank is now was a self-serve car wash.

Behind that whole set of shops on the north side of East Brainerd Road was Pitner Field, the one public baseball field in the area, serving both East Brainerd and Westview.  It actually contained three lighted fields with stands and concessions.  Pitner Field served as the sole home for youth baseball until the new complex was built on Jenkins Road.  Some games were also played at the field behind St. Martin’s, but those were mostly girls’ softball.

A couple of miles down Graysville Road, a mile beyond the Tennessee-Georgia stateline, is the town of Graysville, Unincorporated.  The town, or village, had several houses, a small post office, the ruins of the old Gray’s Mill, and the Graysville Mercantile.  The mercantile carried many of the same items as modern convenience stores, but its staple of business was its butcher shop.

Beyond its intersection with Graysville Road, there was nothing commercial on East Brainerd Road until Ryall Springs.  There were, however, a few cabins left over from the former Shady Rest resort, which gave its name to the small area around it, along with small homes.

Where is Ryall Springs?  Along the main road between Morris Hill and Banks Roads.  Two signs at either end used to announce its presence as “Ryall Springs, Unincorporated” before the city of Chattanooga annexed everything east to the Morris Hill Road, one of them at the former station for the Morris Spring (where the signs for the Hurricane Creek subdivision are now).  Just past the sign, on the corner of East Brainerd and Fuller Roads, was Hale's Gas and Service.

In the corner of Morris Hill and East Brainerd to which Christ United Methodist moved in 1988  stood the Wilson dairy, which used to deliver fresh milk around the vicinity.  Up Morris Hill Road was, and still is, Morris Hill Baptist (founded 1909).  Until 1914, it met in the Morris Hill School, which stood where the graveyard is now.

Before school and the church, the immediate area around Morris Hill was known to residents as Lizard Lope.  The school was founded by locals in 1898 due to the long distance to Walnut Grove School on Gunbarrel Road, which began after the more accessible Mackie School (on the site of Heritage Park) closed.  

Along with the Morris family, one of its founders was Liam Ryall, Irish immigrant father of Thomas Ryall, who built Ryall Springs as a summer resort.  The site at which Thomas Ryall established Ryall Springs had previously served as the meeting place for religious gatherings called Cumberland Camp Ground.

Shortly after the new church moved into its building, Morris Hill School moved down Parker’s Gap Road (now East Brainerd) and became Westview School.

In that small community of Ryall Springs in 1967 were Brown's Service Station and Wolfe’s Tavern (formerly Charlie Mills' Ryall Springs Grocery), and on the former Banks Farm (now Mountain Shadows subdivision) another riding stable.   Now the excellent Bones Bar-B-Q restaurant, a fresh food store, and a convenience store, are there, along with the old service station under new management.

In 1967, there was nothing more again until the East Brainerd and Ooltewah-Ringgold crossroads.  Near there were Westview Elementary, Westview Cumberland Presbyterian (founded 1854) across from it, and Kimsey Grocery on the now empty corner.  The Gibson farm and dairy occupied the area that is now East Hamilton School. 

For five miles in any direction from there—north (until Ooltewah), south (until Ringgold, Georgia), or east (until Apison)—there were only farms, dairies, and horse pastures.

In the opposite direction from where we started (this time heading west),  Elbert S. Long School (now Chattanooga School for the Liberal Arts) stood on the corner of Vance and East Brainerd Roads, just past Brainerd Hills Baptist (founded 1946). 

The Vance house sat on the corner across Vance Road from the early 20th century, and in 1967 the former O.C. Blackwell house was still across East Brainerd Road from the school.

Across the railroad tracks on the left was Whorley Masonic Lodge at what used to be called Ellis’ Crossing before the overpass was built, and at the top of the hill was Brainerd Hills Presbyterian (founded 1948).

Next door was an independent filling station and a strip mall, behind which was the Brainerd Hills subdivision.  Across East Brainerd Road from those was (and is) Brainerd Hills Shopping Center where the area’s post office, Chickamauga Station, had been located since 1955 with Briar & Tobacco, a diner, and various small shops. 

Behind the shopping center was an older neighborhood called Brainerd Heights, which was formerly the village of Whorley, formerly Vinegar Hill, formerly Old Chickamauga Town of the Cherokee.  Chickamauga Road runs through it and becomes Airport Road on the other side of Lee Highway, entering a neighborhood called Wrinkletown before proceeding to Shepherd, where the railroad’s Chickamauga Station and Shepherd P.O. used to be. 

At one time, Shepherd had been named Chickamauga, and its elementary school, only recently desegregated in 1967, bore that name until its closing in 1987.

The nearest major shopping areas were Brainerd Village Shopping Center (opened 1960), built on what had once been Skyway Drive In Theater, and later enclosed Eastgate Shopping Center open-air mall (opened 1965), anchored by Loveman’s, Miller Bros., Woolworth’s, and JCPenney.

In 1967, if you wanted to see a movie, you could go to the Marbro Drive-in on Robert E. Lee Highway where Sam’s Wholesale Club is now.  Eastgate had a single-screen walk-in theater, its admission being 75¢ for adults and 50¢ for children.  Brainerd Village Cinema joined it in 1969 and Showcase Theater across Brainerd Road in 1970.

Eastgate, converted to a triplex in 1975, was where I saw most of my movies all the way through university, including every one of the original classic Star Wars movies.  I remember the lines waiting to get in to see the cult flick “Billy Jack”.  I went there to several midnight showings of the “Rocky Horror Picture Show” too.

When we first moved to East Brainerd from East Ridge, we lived on Givens Road, later moved to Oak Drive, ending up on Igou Gap Road while I was at St. Nicholas Kindergarten, then meeting at Grace Episcopal on the corner of Belvoir and Brainerd Roads.  Igou Gap Road at the time was dirt and gravel. 

On Givens Road, we got close to the Lambert family, the adults of which I came to call Uncle Les and Aunt Carol.  They had horses, partly because of Uncle Les’ connection to the Tennessee Walking Horse circuit, and while we were there he built a barn that is still standing in spite of the Keystone subdivision now there. 

The family in the house next to us on Igou Gap Road also had a barn with a few horses; the pasture is now the shopping center which contains Goody’s, Target, Earth Fare, Panera, and other stores and restaurants.

The neighborhood I spent most of my childhood in, all the time I was at East Brainerd Elementary and then Tyner Junior High, was at one time the old Ziegler farm.  We lived a few houses down from the schoolyard on what is now North Joiner Road; until the year before it had been Walnut Grove Road, so-named after the original name of the school.  The name of the school was changed in 1926 along with the name of Bird’s Mill Road to East Brainerd. 

Ziegler Road, was the first access into the neighborhood, and runs back to where the Zeigler home once stood as far back as the Civil War.  In 1967, the old Zeigler homestead was the site of a horse farm known as Casaloma Acres.  John Henry Road was built by two brothers who lived in the neighborhood, and the same for Clyde Road.  Bush Road was cut out 80 years ago by the Owens who lived at the end of John Henry and by the afore-mentioned Zeiglers.

The original Joiner Road south of East Brainerd Road was named for the Joiner family who lived at its end where the Conger family later lived.   It enters East Brainerd Road directly opposite the current North Joiner.

The Ryan farm across from us hosted a small herd of cows, as did the house and pasture next to it, the Coffee farm.  Sometimes we had milk delivered from the  Morris dairy I mentioned before, sometimes it was store bought.  Other times, when Dad forgot to buy milk, for breakfast we had milk fresh from the cow, not even pasteurized.   Down the road, in the pasture lot along Zeigler Road between Gunbarrel and North Joiner, was a much larger herd of cattle.  Casaloma Acres had horses.

Suffice it to say I got used to the smell of cow dung growing up, so much that in the Philippines I missed it as much as I did the sight of hills and mountains and the sound of trains.

Besides the gardens, crops, and various farm animals (there were some chickens too), the neighborhood hosted no less than five beauty shops.  Two of them were right beside each other on Clyde Road, which only had three houses on either side.  Two more were a couple of houses apart on North Joiner and the last was on Zeigler.

It sounds idyllic, and sometimes it was.  Mostly it was boring as hell.  Of course, you could say that led us into getting more creative to entertain ourselves in the days before cable TV and the World Wide Web which could be a good thing.  But it also led to the stupid, like car-surfing.

For nearly two decades, nothing much changed.  Sure, Red Food Store (now BiLo Grocery) was built in the late 1970’s and Hardee’s in its original location across from Pizza Hut, also built then.  The Concorde Apartments, too, near the East Brainerd-Gunbarrel intersection.  The new subdivisions catering to more affluent residents began to grow up on the eastern outskirts of East Brainerd proper.

I left the area for the U.S. Navy in January 1986 and stayed in the Philippines with the U.S. Refugee Program two years beyond my 4-year tour of naval duty. 

When I returned to Chattanooga at the end of 1991, there’d been many changes in the area since I first left.  The most momentous of these was the building of Hamilton Place Mall in 1987, the largest in Tennessee until 1998.  But even in early 1992, Gunbarrel Road was still a barely two-lane, partially dirt road with little on it, though that didn’t last much longer.

Through the mid-1980s,  the road through Rabbit Valley called Ooltewah-Ringgold Road was mostly lined with farms.  A couple of the dairies along the road were still operating when I had graduated from U. T. Chattanooga.  By the end of 1991, the valley was almost wall-to-wall subdivisions.  Gunbarrel Road was for a brief time still the same one-and-a-half lane tar-and-gravel road it had always been.  But not long after I returned, the commercial expansion spurred by the new mall exploded across the landscape, rendering East Brainerd as we know it today.

11 May 2012

Beyond the Veil (poem)

is there anything
beyond the darkness

can i pierce its veil

is there light
on the other side

or will i simply
continue to fall
without feeling
to know
without seeing
to exist
without living

or will my existence
just cease to be
like that of an ant
crushed underfoot

i can only know
that one day
i must give up
and let go
from the ceiling
that is earth
and fall into
the black void
of the abyss
accepting that
if there was a time
when i was not
a time will come
when i will not be



10 May 2012

My Azizam (poem)

You're so far away
Yet you feel so near
My azizam

Like honey and cream
With my morning bread
My azizam

Each taste of you dear
Delights my whole heart
My azizam

My first thought of day
My last thought at night
My azizam

Distance no matter
We breathe as one soul
My azizam

I long for the day
When you will be free
My azizam

To be the woman
You were meant to be
My azizam

And not just you dear
But all of Iran
My azizam

Morning and evening
You're with me all day
My azizam

Standing before me
Your presence I feel
My azizam

Your hands held in mine
My hands held in yours
My azizam

Bodies expressing
What hearts and souls feel
My azizam

Parting we linger
With barest of touch
My azizam

You look at me, smile
Playful and naughty
My azizam

By hand you lead me
Into Vahalla
My azizam

After, we glisten
In each other's arms
My azizam




06 May 2012

Bodhisattva (a poem)


What do you do when
You meet the Buddha
On the road?

You've passed through
The eye of the needle
And walked the length
Of the razor's sharp edge
You know already
That the path is hard

What do you do when
You meet the Buddha
On the road?

Everything you seek
Is within you
The price of wisdom
Is suffering and pain
Those who know
Will not tell
And those who talk
Do not know

What do you do when
You meet the Buddha
On the road?

You've rent the veil
Of Maya's illusion
And having nothing left
Have nothing to lose
Nirvana is samsara
And samsara is the world
The third eye sees all

What do you do when
You meet the Buddha
On the road?
And discover
That you are he?

Existential Polonius (a poem)

You can't have life without its rough edges
You cannot have love without pain
Nothing is ever black and white
Good and evil are the same

Running from death
Won't take you to life
Because you have to be damned
Before you can be saved

To feel
Or not to feel
To take life as it is
Or not to take it at all

For out of nothing we were created
And to nothing we shall all return

Each of us is but one drop of water
In the river of time
And the only thing you can do
Is try to be a good person
And realize
There's no payback

01 May 2012

The Vision (poem)


You walk
Out of the mists
And see
A vision
Beholding it
In silence
For there
Before you
You see
Your life
As it fits
Into what is
And that the things
That are
Within yourself
Are all that is
And you cry out
In agony
Realizing
You gave away
Your light
To the things
Of this world
Trying to hold on
And stay here
Where in truth
You are only
A visitor

(Written at Naval Training Center, San Diego, February 1986.)



20 April 2012

Midnight in the Garden at High Noon



Expatriate American author Gertrude Stein played as much a pivotal role among the Lost Generation of expat authors, poets, artists, and musicians in Paris during the 1920’s as she did, in the form of Kathy Bates, in Woody Allen’s 2011 film “Midnight in Paris” as mentor to hopeful author Gil Pender, portrayed by Owen Wilson. 

Visitors to Stein’s salon in the Notre-Dame-des-Champs section of Paris and her other associates included such luminaries as Ernest Hemingway, Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald, T.S. Eliot, James Joyce, Oscar Wilde, Cole Porter, Josephine Baker, James Baldwin, Aleister Crowley, Langston Hughes, Ezra Pound, Djuna Barnes, Salvador Dali, Pablo Picasso, Luis Buñuel, Man Ray, Sylvia Beach, Henry Miller, Igor Stravinsky, Coco Chanel, Sergei Diaghilev, Thornton Wilder, and Sherwood Anderson, along with her brothers Michael and Leo and her lifelong partner, Alice Toklas.

The same folks also frequented Sylvia Beach’s Shakespeare and Company bookshop, which served as a lending library and bookstore in addition to gathering place.  Joyce nicknamed it “Stratford-on-Odeon”.  It was closed in 1940 during the Occupation; after Beach died in 1964, George Whitman’s “Le Mistral” on the Rive Gauche (Left Bank) near the Place Saint-Michel changed its name to Shakespeare and Company

Justifiably renowned for her contributions to the arts (she and brother Michael had collected works by and supported some of Europe’s finest artists), Stein suggested in 1934 that Adolf Hitler should be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize.  Her statement at the time was heavily laden with language that could be interpreted as irony, but in 1938 she spearheaded an effort to convince the Nobel Committee to do just that.  During the Spanish Civil War, she publicly endorsed Francisco Franco and the Nationalists and during the Second World War compared Vichy leader Marshal Petain to George Washington.

What’s wrong with this picture is that Gertrude Stein was both Jewish and gay. 

In the South, we’ve long been accustomed to such contradictions as of a Jewish lesbian supporting a foreign political leader who was both anti-Semitic and homophobic.  Reading about Stein reminded me of a demonstration in Atlanta several years back against then-Governor of Georgia Roy Barnes.  Representatives of the Georgia Division of the Sons of Confederate Veterans showed up in their re-enactment uniforms at the same time as a group of family members of The Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King.  Shortly afterward, the local chapter of the New Black Panther Party showed up. 

These three disparate groups stood together to protest a governor they detested, even though the Black Panthers weren’t overly thrilled with the Confederate-uniformed SCV members and neither they nor the King family contingent were comfortable with each other either.  Only in the South.

I remember in particular one day I substitute-taught an American history class at Howard High School, whose student body was 99.5% black. 

The class was studying the Civil War period, and I was excited because I had just recently turned up information about the First Colored Brigade of the Army of the Cumberland based in Chattanooga and about the comparatively large number of black officials both the city of Chattanooga and Hamilton County had well into the early 20th century.  I also had information about black soldiers who had fought for the Confederacy, including quotes from Frederick Douglas’ letter to Lincoln on the subject and accounts of the all-black (including officers) 1st and 3rd Louisiana Native Guards of the Confederate Army.

Of course, I met with the teacher for whom I was substituting beforehand and showed him some of the materials I wanted to bring in.  It proved to be one of my favorites days of substitute teaching. 

What was really interesting about it was what I discovered during the “planning period” while looking at the wall outside the classroom.  As part of getting his students to see history from the point-of-view of its participants, the teacher had assigned them a writing lesson in which they would take the part of a soldier writing to his sweetheart back home or vice-versa.  They could choose for themselves whether to be Union or Confederate.  I found it quite interesting that nearly all, with two or three exceptions, chose to be Confederate.

Take the case of the black student Byron Thomas, freshman at the University of South Carolina-Beaufort, to hang the Army of Tennessee Confederate battle flag in his dorm window.  For the record, what is commonly called the Confederate battle flag is actually that of the Army of Tennessee.  Those of Northern Virginia and Trans-Mississippi, along with some of the smaller regional commands, had their own battle flags.

I know that may sound totally bizarre to those outside of or only recently relocated to the South.  Probably as bizarre as the fact that a Jewish lesbian supported Adolf Hitler, but not very much to anyone who’s from around here.

None of these Howard High students were what some deride as “Uncle Toms”, to use an alternate term for what Malik el-Shabazz called a “house Negro”.  In fact, many of them were associated with progressive, even radical organizations.  They saw themselves simply as citizens of Tennessee, which happened to be in the Confederacy at the time of the Civil War.  The choice wasn’t about politics, it was about soldiers, and about home.

They were all pleasantly surprised to learn of the Union’s Department of the Cumberland’s First Colored Brigade, however.

Speaking of the term “Uncle Tom”, it is misused.  In Harriet Beecher Stowe’s novel Uncle Tom’s Cabin (the 2nd best-selling of the 19th century, behind Lew Wallace’s Ben-Hur: A Tale of the Christ and ahead of Edward Bellamy’s Looking Backward: 2000-1887), Uncle Tom is rather a courageous figure, beaten to death for refusing to himself beat another slave.  The opposite of how pop culture likes to portray him, which is in the mold of Malik el-Shabazz’s (Malcolm X) “field Negro” collaborator who fawns over his/her Master.

Another term oft-misused as an epithet is “Ugly American”.  It derives from the 1958 novel by Eugene Burdick and William Lederer, The Ugly American.  For most of the world, an “Ugly American” means those loud, overbearing Americans who live overseas, particularly in what used to be called the Third World, staying inside their “Golden Ghetto” (as the book calls it), treating the locals with condescension, patronization, and outright contempt. 

In the novel, however, the central figure you meet in the chapter “The Ugly American” is actually very respectful of the nationals in his host country, with he and his wife living in one of the village with the same amenities as their neighbors and treating them with mutual respect.  The only person more heroic and more in tune with the local people is “The Ugly Ugly American”.

There can be no doubt that the original seven states of the Confederacy (South Carolina, Mississippi, Florida, Alabama, Georgia, Louisiana, and Texas) seceded to preserve slavery, pure and simple.  So much for the “noble” Lost Cause.  That is why even though I am qualified several times over for the SCV’s Military Order of Stars and Bars I will never join.  In addition to Confederate military veterans, the MOSB allows descendants of former Confederate officials and legislators, the very slave-owning planted aristocracy which brought about the War Between the States in the first place.

The Sons of Confederate Veterans (SCV), on the other hand, is a different story.  The SCV is solely for descendants of Confederate military veterans, though there is a provision for associate members that permits nearly anyone to join.  With seventy-three qualifying lineal and collateral ancestors, I have been a member (though long inactive) for a decade and a half.  I am even adjutant emeritus of the SCV’s now-defunct Sam Bennett Camp.  The SCV isn’t about politics (except for the League of the South faction from South Georgia to which I am bitterly opposed); it’s about soldiers.

Another fact of which there can be no doubt is that tens of thousands of blacks, both slaves and freemen, served with the Confederate armies.  While the number of those who actually fought as combat soldiers may be in dispute, Frederick Douglas is among those providing witness to what might seem to some contrary to common sense.  

After the war, Douglas  joined one of the American sections of Karl Marx and Friedrich Engel’s International Workingmen’s Association, which he left in 1872 with others to form the Equal Rights Party.  That same year the former slave ran for Vice President as running mate to Virginia Woodhull on the party’s ticket.  Woodhull, not Shirley Chisholm nor even Belva Ann Lockwood was the first woman to run for U.S. President just as Douglas, not Chisholm, was the first black to run for executive office.

For the students at Howard High, the question when they were choosing with which side to identify was not about politics but about home, their city and state, about belonging where they lived.  Not in the sense of being an “Uncle Tom” but rather of claiming their right of citizenship by birth.  Which was the same reason so many black men fought for the Confederacy in defiance of what makes sense to 21st century politically-correct minds.

Regarding Gertrude Stein, she was a lifelong Republican and very much anti-leftist, in spite of the company she kept.  More afraid of Communism than its alternative, she saw fascists such as Hitler, Mussolini, and Franco as the best hope for keeping the Bolshevik horde at bay.  However, unlike Coco Chanel, Stein’s collaboration never went much farther than translating several speeches by Vichy president Marshal Petain into English.  She even compared the German army occupiers to the Keystone Kops.

As for the designer of fashion extraordinaire, inventor of the LBD (little black dress), and matriarch of modern melanoma, Coco Chanel actively spied for her German friends, and though the Americans and Brits salivated over her designs once she started back in production, the French despised her for the rest of her life and still do to this day.

To those outside the American South who think they understand the South…you really don’t understand anything.  To those from the American South who think they understand the South…you need to wake up.