kevikens
2nd Lieutenant
- Joined
- Jun 7, 2013
- Location
- New Jersey
Every once in a while, usually when visiting a Civil War site or reading an especially absorbing book on the war, I start reflecting on matters that leave me with a sense of guilt that I can't quite shake. I think some readers may share the thought that we sometimes do things that we do because we enjoy doing them but that deep down inside we are a bit uncomfortable with. We do them anyway and can readily rationalize our behavior with any number of arguments, some of which we know full well are bogus. For example I like to hunt. I enjoy the crisp Autumn mornings in the fields or woods, the sudden rocketing of a pheasant from the brush, the springing of buck from his bed with little more than a bounding white flag behind him. I can argue with the best of the anti hunters that we need to control the populations, it puts food on the table, not too frequently in my case, but deep down inside I am troubled by the fact that I am killing wildlife to enjoy my hobby.
So why write about this in a Civil War setting? Born and raised in the North I had no difficulty seeing the boys in blue as the good guys, Lincoln as a secular saint and the North as righteously triumphant. I always felt good when I got to the part of the book when the Union won a battle and correspondingly upset when the Confederates won a battle. I like reading books about the war set in 1865 rather than 1862. I prefer the Battle Hymn of the Republic and Rally Round the Flag to Dixie or the Bonnie Blur Flag. I am glad the North won the war and I am glad the Union prevailed, mostly.
But deep down inside I am troubled by my willingness to have supported the Union cause in crushing the Confederacy because in that deep down inside of me I am not sure the Southern people were not right and justified in attempting to withdraw from the Union to establish an independent confederation. Of course this feeling is not based on their attempt to preserve slavery but rather on the foundation of any people's right to set up the government of their choice. Yes, I can come up with any number of rational arguments on why secession had to be opposed, constitutional ones, patriotic ones, economic ones, probably even a few religious ones but just as I can marshal arguments to the anti hunters as to why hunting is ok (mainly because I LIKE to hunt) I sometimes feel that there is somehow, for some reason, something not quite right about a willingness to kill a couple hundred thousand fellow Americans because their vision of America was different than mine. I cannot dispel that angst.
So when I read about that war, or talk about it here, I guess I am glad the North won and the Union prevailed, mostly.
So why write about this in a Civil War setting? Born and raised in the North I had no difficulty seeing the boys in blue as the good guys, Lincoln as a secular saint and the North as righteously triumphant. I always felt good when I got to the part of the book when the Union won a battle and correspondingly upset when the Confederates won a battle. I like reading books about the war set in 1865 rather than 1862. I prefer the Battle Hymn of the Republic and Rally Round the Flag to Dixie or the Bonnie Blur Flag. I am glad the North won the war and I am glad the Union prevailed, mostly.
But deep down inside I am troubled by my willingness to have supported the Union cause in crushing the Confederacy because in that deep down inside of me I am not sure the Southern people were not right and justified in attempting to withdraw from the Union to establish an independent confederation. Of course this feeling is not based on their attempt to preserve slavery but rather on the foundation of any people's right to set up the government of their choice. Yes, I can come up with any number of rational arguments on why secession had to be opposed, constitutional ones, patriotic ones, economic ones, probably even a few religious ones but just as I can marshal arguments to the anti hunters as to why hunting is ok (mainly because I LIKE to hunt) I sometimes feel that there is somehow, for some reason, something not quite right about a willingness to kill a couple hundred thousand fellow Americans because their vision of America was different than mine. I cannot dispel that angst.
So when I read about that war, or talk about it here, I guess I am glad the North won and the Union prevailed, mostly.