Category Archives: Voices of the Past

civic nationalism?

There is one reason why I love graduate school, and it is because it is a forum for all types of ideas and exchange. It also comes with perks and privileges, one of those being that we get to meet great minds. In tonight's case, it was the great grandson of a great mind and leader. This evening, our class got to hear a presentation from Antoine Malamoud, great grandson of Leon Blum, who served two terms as Prime Minister of France pre- and post-World War II. 

Although his French accent was thick, he offered a great perspective of history, from the family side of it all instead of just what the papers say. He explained that Blum's troubles lay in the fact that he was French, socialist, and Jewish. In fact, he was warned by Parliament that his religious background would cause trouble, although he was not religious at all, and his marriage was out of respect to the traditions of his family. Malamoud was funny and charming. My favorite part of the lecture was when he said that the French laugh at the concept of nationalism and consider the idea as offensive… much like the thought of Nazism. He also called the ideology behind civic nationalism ironic. And then he laughed… but he was completely serious.

After class, he joined us for our end-of-the-semester dinner, and I got the chance to sit next to him and hear all sorts of things about France. He encouraged me to visit not once, twice, but three times. He said the first time I can see the "museum" that is Paris. The next trip should be to see the modern side of Paris. However, on the third trip, he'd show me the real Paris… the busy traffic… where the riots took place. You know, everyday Paris.

I feel so fortunate to have had the opportunity to hear from someone of great privilege and heritage. I definitely will not forget this class. It's an experience that I'd only be able to have exactly where I am, and not wherever I'd wish to be.

history writes itself?

The one thing that I have learned more than anything is that history is written in the eye of the author. While it is an historians job to be objective, most can’t, because of religious, political, or even personal biases. Our job this week, in historiography, was to take a classical historian and see how objective they really were. These folks were pieces of work, even including two of the U.S.’s former presidents: Woodrow Wilson and Theodore Roosevelt. Wilson had a horrible habit of refusing to do original research or archival work. Instead, he wrote for the masses. In today’s culture, an original piece of work that is specialized and praised for its research will normally never see the light of the public eye, only that of an historian that is interested. Some historians are well known, people like Stephen Ambrose, James McPherson, and David McCullough, have risen to the level of the public eye, but their topics are usually broad in nature and require much to be written. But, the one challenge as an historian is to find a subject that is unknown and bring it to the surface… a type of bottom-up history that requires intense research, but yet concise wording, so that the story never loses objectivity. It’s definitely a challenge… try writing a 2-3 page critical analysis of an historian’s objectivity, and it’s hard to narrow it down. And these days, an historian is best when he/she can get to the point, and make it a strong one at that.

exhaustive reading

That's what I've been up to this week: lots of reading. For class, for research, for news. It's insane. And, I'm pretty much exhausted. Almost too tired to get up in the morning and be up and ready and at the parents' house to watch Alabama kick off at 11:34 CST. But, it's my dear duty as a fan of the Crimson Tide. I just can't miss the game. It will be hard to miss watching UAB and Auburn tomorrow since I've got to have my nose in the books. Did I tell you that I was exhausted? If not, I really am. I did take a little bit of time to take in some cultural events this weekend. Tonight, I met up with a dear friend in town from Brooklyn, NY, and with a new friend in my complex, to head to Bottletree and have some fabulous food and enjoy great conversation. Afterward, we all headed downtown to ArtWalk 2007. Tomorrow evening, I plan to attend a fabulous play 'Miss Vulcan 1939' at Vulcan Park, with an opening concert by none other than Emily DeLoach! No lie, this weekend may be full of the coolest things I've ever done in this city, and I've lived here most of my life. Tomorrow… 11:34am CST… and, Roll Tide!

take me out

Stick a fork in me, I’m done… with the summer semester. Done, done, done, done.
Ahh, a night off. I can’t remember what this feels like. And, I just don’t know what to do with myself. Well, I know for one, I won’t be outside… it’s too darn hot.

I can’t believe I just made a post with some of it quoting songs.

the institution

I’m not sure how it fell off my radar, but the Birmingham Civil Rights Institute is going to be an affiliate of the Smithsonian Institution. This means that Birmingham could have some great things happening before too long, getting the BCRI on the national radar… or moreso than it is now.

If you’ve never been to visit, it is worth the trip. I’ve never seen such a collection of materials. It’s one of the greatest civil rights history museums, if not THE greatest. I could be partial, though, since my historical fields focus on civil rights, and I have been a volunteer there…

everybody wants to rule the world

It’s amazing to look at the history of Birmingham. The city has its unique qualities, a large dose of Southern charm, and beautiful architecture in old neighborhoods and the business district. However, there is an historical trait that remains in Birmingham, since its founding days in the 1870s: corporate power.

While corporate power is a fad all over the United States these days, it has a unique spin on the city of Birmingham. Since its beginning, the interests of the city have been in the hands of corporate cronies who deal out the money and power. Take for example its original city limits… here is a map of Birmingham in 1885 (the steel factories were excluded from the city limits):

You see, the boundaries on the east and west side of the city are drawn around TCI and Sloss Furnaces. It’s not an small incident, either… They were drawn around the furnaces as a tax shelter to keep the money flowing into the city. TCI, which eventually became U.S. Steel, and Sloss Furnaces were Birmingham’s largest money makers until the Great Depression.

After the Great Depression hit Birmingham, and it was drastically affected, the city leaders decided that other industries should be established in Birmingham in case of another break in industry that would cause such poverty and despair. They began to invest in electricity (Alabama Power), banking (First National Bank, which eventually became AmSouth/Regions), and insurance (Alabama Farmers Alliance or ALFA). These outlets produced massive profits for the city and are still powerful decision makers today. While steel is still produced in Birmingham – after all, it is the Pittsburgh of the South – it is not as thriving of an industry with the introduction of technology in engineering, or in short speak, the absence of manual labor.

Not only does industry have a deciding vote in what does or doesn’t happen in Birmingham, that power is extended to the architecture of the city. In the name of industry and business, numerous historical neighborhoods have been erased from existence with the introduction of interstates, need for space in the old district to encourage growth in the city, and the desire for bigger and better things. Of course, I plan to share more on each of these, but currently, dearest to my heart and interest is the old Birmingham Terminal Station.

The glorious station, established in 1909, was the central hub of Birmingham activity. In fact, the combination of track laid in the city allowed Birmingham to even become a large city. Railroads determined the existence of Birmingham, and the Terminal Station was where social and business interests were met. The building was extravagantly designed by a Southern architect and held stake to many celebrities’ entrances and departures.


But, because of an interest to build a U.S. Highway, which eventually became a desire to build a government building, the Terminal Station was demolished in the interest of business in 1969. Many people blame the city government for its destruction. Thousands of letters were written to the city’s mayor, George Siebels, to save the station for museum interests (especially to house the latest history in Birmingham: the civil rights movement). However, the station wasn’t owned by the city of Birmingham, but by the Birmingham Terminal Company, a subsidiary of the Southern Railways. Because of the decline of the railway industry in the late 1950s and the demand of roadways and automobiles following World War II, Southern Railways didn’t see the need to keep Birmingham as a central city. So, it decided to close the station and have it removed to allow Birmingham to buy the land and develop a government agency.

And, sadly to say, to this day, nothing has since been built above the Fifth Avenue viaduct.

Thanks to B’ham Wiki for the image of the Birmingham Terminal Station in 1909.

lady bird

Sad news befalls the nation, and this muse specifically, as Lady Bird Johnson past away today. She was the wife of one of my favorite presidents, and was one fabulous woman. If it weren’t for her dedication, the Head Start program might have never existed. Here’s another great article about her life, courtesy of the AP.

southerners and their unashamed pride

I couldn’t help but laugh a little when the following was overheard in D.C.:

Unaware Peppy Girl: “I didn’t know you worked for Strom Thurmond!”
Senior Staff Member: “Oh I didn’t, I just know one of his old staffers.”
UPG: “Oh cool. We went to the same school. Yep, we both went to Clemson!”
SSM: “Oh that’s cool.”
UPG: “Yay! Anyway he’s one of my favorite dead people… besides Jesus.”

Oh, wow… Strom Thurmond as a favorite dead person and almost equated to Jesus. I mean, they were basically the same person right? Racist? Discriminating? Obnoxious? I mean, yeah, they’re just alike. Thurmond could basically be the father of the faith… of course, in the South, some people distinguish him in that manner in reference to white supremacy, which is not to be proud of, in my own opinion.

If only some people realized their words before they spurt them out. But, of course, it’s called word vomit for a reason, I suppose.

going home without leaving the area

I experienced a mind-blowing, heart-wrenching exhibit last weekend. It was by an Alabama artist/photographer named William Christenberry. Above the title of his exhibit “Passing Time” was the following quote:

I left Alabama in 1961 and never went back to live. Not because I don’t like it, but because living outside it, I can see it more objectively.

The exhibit contained photographs of landmarks that I’ve visited, seen, or heard of by friends and family. While I was viewing the exhibit (I spent an hour of my 4 hours at the National Portrait Gallery), I found myself back home… surreal… I didn’t feel like I was 14 hours away from family, friends, good food, and laughter. And for a moment, I cried… not sad tears, but tears of gladness. It was amazing to be right in the middle of something that someone else shared my experiences.

I like to think that Alabama and I have a love-hate relationship. I love where I grew up… I love my family, my friends… I love the smell of cut grass everywhere, the sight of trees (tons of them), and the feeling of diving into the lake that I’ve swam in for most of my life. The part of Alabama that I hate involves nothing of this.

The part of Alabama that I quickly left behind is its inability to grasp its own rich history. No, it’s not great that the cities of Birmingham, Selma, Tuscaloosa, or Montgomery were involved in a bitter and brutal civil rights debacle. But, it is beyond time to accept that those actions were wrong, and try to make it right. The state has had chances to remove segregationist language from the constitution time and time again, but the state legislators refuse to change it because they are afraid their property tax (which is by far the cheapest in the country) might raise a few dollars a year. It’s time for the state and its citizens to change it, and thankfully, some are, because of the work of Mark Berte and the Alabama Citizens for Constitutional Reform.

I agree with Mr. Christenberry when he said that he can be more objective outside of the state. I miss the state… I wish I could visit more… with friends, family, places dear to my heart. Most of the books that I have read since I left involve Alabama in some historical regard. And, while it took me a few months to realize after I left, I am proud when people identify my accent and know that I am from the Deep South.

But, just remember… while I love my heritage and my roots, I don’t approve of hatred, bigotry, or racism. And, I’m thrilled to learn of new generations that are refusing to accept the former status quo, and are going beyond themselves to make a state that is united and progressive… and realizes that there is a long road ahead, but it can be a powerful road to overcome.

a sad, sad day…

It’s a day of mourning for historians and journalists today, after learning of the passing of writer David Halberstam. His coverage of the civil rights struggles in the South and his writing of the 1950s will be words and context that I, as an aspiring historian, will never forget.