Remembering the Victims in Charleston

June 23, 2015 § 7 Comments

Sometime last week, someone in my Facebook world posted a Morrissey video.  I haven’t thought about Morrissey in a long time, other than when he says something profoundly stupid and embarrassing in public.  And then I think, “Oh yeah, there was a time when Mozzer was my favourite pop star.”  And then I feel slightly embarrassed.  But.  This video was “The Last of the International Playboys,” from Mozza’s 1990 classic, Bona Drag. 

The lyrics:

In our lifetime,
Those who kill,
The newsworld hands them stardom

have really caught my attention in the past few days.

Last week, something horrible and heinous happened in Charleston, South Carolina.  If you live under a rock and don’t know what happened, follow this link.  This act of domestic terrorism appalled, sickened, and depressed me.  This was just one more example of why #blacklivesmatter.  I felt hopeless, powerless, and lost. It doesn’t matter if you’re American or not (I’m not, I just live here).  And the tut-tutting from Canadians, Brits, and others about American violence is equally pointless.  On the other hand, President Obama is right: this doesn’t happen in other advanced nations.

And now, I am completely inundated with images of the racist jackass who committed this terrorist act in Charleston. I can’t escape it. I can’t escape him (I will not name him, I refuse. Why? Read this about the Montréal Massacre of 1989).  My Facebook feed, Twitter, the basic internet: All I see is this terrorist’s stupid, smirking face. I don’t want to.  I don’t want to see him, I don’t want to hear from him, I don’t care.  Others can care, they can worry why he committed an act of terror in African Methodist Episcopal Church (a Church! A place of sanctuary!) in Charleston.

This terrorist is being given a form of stardom for his heinous acts.  What should matter is the victims.  They are:

  • Cynthia Marie Graham Hurd, 54. She was a manager of the Charleston County Public Library system; her brother is Malcolm Graham, a member of the South Carolina Senate.
  • Susie Jackson, 87. A member of the church choir and a veteran of the civil rights movement.
  • Ethel Lee Lance, 70.  She was the church sexton.
  • Depayne Middleton-Doctor, 59. A school administrator and admissions co-ordinate at Southern Wesleyan University.
  • Clementa Pinckney, 41.  She was the church pastor and a South Carolina State Senator.
  • Tywanza Sanders, 26.  He was Susie Jackson’s nephew.
  • Daniel Simmons, 74.  He was a pastor at the Greater Zion African Methodist Episcopalian Church in Awendaw, South Carolina.
  • Sharonda Coleman-Singleton, 45. Also a pastor, she was a speech therapist and track and field coach at Goose Creek High School.
  • Myra Thompston, 59.  She was a Bible studies teacher.

That’s nine people.  Think of the constellations of their relationships, partners, aunts, uncles, parents, kids, nieces, nephews, co-workers, students, friends, etc.  Think of all the people who are grieving.  That is more important than the terrorist who killed them.

Filthy Lucre

June 15, 2015 § 1 Comment

Last week, news broke that the Sex Pistols, those paragons of punk rock, were going to be featured on new Virgin Money credit cards in the UK. Not surprisingly, the response has been pretty passionate in attacking the Pistols for “selling out.” Even I posted a firmly tongue-in-cheek tweet:

https://twitter.com/Matthew_Barlow/status/608287409420304385

But in all honesty, I don’t quite see what all the hubbub is about.  Johnny Rotten and the Sex Pistols were pretty clear about their motivations in the song, “Pretty Vacant” off Never Mind the Bollocks:

I look around your house, you got nothing to steal
I kick you in the brains when you get down to kneel
And pray, you pray to your god

And if that wasn’t obvious enough, the 1996 reunion tour, which spanned 6 months, was entitled “The Filthy Lucre Tour.”  There’s even a live album.  The Pistols were always about making money, that’s not changed, and, frankly, despite all the hot air ridiculous marketing lines from Virgin Money, a Sex Pistols credit card is about the most punk rock thing the band can do at this point. C’mon, they’re a bunch of punters in their 50s dancing around like they’re still 22.  What else did you expect?

Success at Failure!

June 12, 2015 § 2 Comments

Last spring at the NCPH’s annual conference, I, along with colleagues, presented a roundtable discussion on what happens when we encounter failure as public historians.  The roundtable was a huge success, leading to other conference-goers referring to me as “Mr. Failure” for a day or two afterwards. One of those colleagues, Margo Shea, and I just had a short piece published in The American Historian.  You can read it here.  As always, let me know what you think in the comments section.

Where Am I?

You are currently viewing the archives for June, 2015 at Matthew Barlow.