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National Women’s Day: Bree Newsome

The confederate battle flag was not just the banner flown by an army fighting for the right to own black people, it was also the banner that was revived and waved by those who opposed desegregation and civil rights.Bree

In honor of the centennial celebration of the Civil War in 1961, South Carolina decided to raise the confederate battle flag over the state house. No black people were on the commission that made that decision.

Not only were they not on that commission, but South Carolina did not allow any black people to participate in their hosting of the national festivities. JFK tried to force the South Carolinians by moving the festivities to an integrated Navy base in Charleston, but the white people led a walk out and held their own official celebration in a segregated hotel. In that celebration Strom Thurmond gave a speech saying integration was evil and that the US Constitution never promised racial equality.

That is when that flag went up on the South Carolina capitol building. Black people (and some allies) have been asking for that flag to come down ever since. Those in authority continually refused.

On June 17th, 2015 a white supremacist murdered 9 black worshipers in a Charleston church. In the subsequent outcry against violent racism, there was some talk of the flag coming down. Those in authority thought they might allow it.

On June 27, 2015 a full 54 years after that flag went up, a black woman named Bree Newsome climbed the 30 foot flag pole and tore the flag down in defiance of the police who waited below to arrest her. She refused to wait for some democratic action to recognize her humanity when God had granted it from birth.

She was of course arrested when she came back down.

On July 9th the SC House of Representatives voted to remove the confederate battle flag in some seemingly gracious act of conciliation. It was an act that came not only 23 days too late, but 54 years overdue.

Bree, in her act of theater, gave America a symbol illustrating  bravery and self determination in blackness.

Here is my nod to you Bree Newsome.2







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Charleston, SC

Full disclosure; I absolutely love Charleston.  I have for quite some time.      

18th Century town homes line the waterfront.


One of the real reasons I went to Savannah is because this sister city just down the road seems to get all the attention and I wanted to see if it is warranted.  Savannah may deserve the rave reviews, but if I had to choose, it would be Charleston all the way.      

Why do I love it?  Lets list the reasons:      

1) Pirates.       

Any park that can boast the hanging of actual pirates has some appeal... unless you are a pirate.


In 1718 Edward Teach a.k.a Blackbeard, held the whole city hostage for a week.  Blackbeard captured every ship that left the harbor, took prominent citizens captive, and demanded a chest of medicine for his crew.  He got his snake oil and let the city be.       

Come on, thats a cool story.  I suppose to prove the city was not a collection of punks, that same year they captured pirate Stede Bonnet and hung him at White Point Gardens, then threw his body in the sea.  White Point Gardens is still a park but now it sports big civil war era cannons and statues rather than gallows.      

Anyone who has ever been six years old, loves pirates.      

2) Rainbow Row.      

If one row of colorful houses is not enough for you, "little rainbow row" is not far away.


Pre- Revolution, Charleston rivaled both Boston and Philadelphia in population, and probably outpaced both cities in money and style.  Unlike Philadelphia, Charleston did not explode during the industrial revolution, nor did it implode afterward leaving the urban blight so popular up north.  Charleston’s historic town homes line the clean streets appearing so well kept that one may forget that they are historic at all.      

Little trick I picked up in Philly; a true mark of an old urban neighborhood is large granite or marble stones at the edge of the sidewalk. These are "mounting blocks" placed at the edge of the road to make mounting a horse easier.


Charleston has a great mix of stuff that was nice way back then, and still has stuff that’s cool now.  Restaurants, galleries, law firms (surely filled with sear sucker clad men with Atticus type morals), real estate offices, etc. etc. hum along day to day housed in history but not becoming relics.      

3) Gullah/Geechee culture and street markets.      

Originally a slave market, you can now get any tourist trinket imaginable.


The Rainbow Market was once the site of buying and selling people, now it sells bottles of sand, t-shirts, jewelry, and hot sauce.  In the market, as well as up and down Broad St., and along most other main streets, you will find older black women (not always older women, but usually) sitting behind a blanket full of baskets.  These pieces are hand woven from sweet grass in a tradition passed from generation to generation.      

The country roads are lined with stands of artists offering their trade.


These artists are part of the Geechee or Gullah culture.  Since Africans first came to American shores, the Carolina coast has been the home of both freed and escaped slaves.  They lived autonomously for generations developing a distinct culture and tradition.  These sweet grass baskets are a part of that tradition.     

I must admit I have never actually purchased one of these baskets or anything else sold in the market.  I will one of these days and I encourage you to do the same.  I will probably buy it from one of the ladies on Broad st. as the idea of shopping in an old slave market creeps me out.  But I do love the idea of open air markets and Charleston has one.     

4) Food.     

I have it on good authority that unlike the rest of the south, Charleston is NOT the place to find your culinary pleasures at a hole-in-the-wall BBQ joint, you will be disappointed.  No, Charleston is the place to find a white table cloth, open the wallet just a little bit, and enjoy the sort of meal Paula Dean would pay for if she wasn’t cooking herself.     

I recommend Magnolia's, on E. Bay st.


Magnolias offers many fine southern dishes along with standards… I had the filet.  The butter for the bread was 50/50 cream cheese, the bleu cheese topping was made on site, the grilled tomato was fresh, and the service was superb.   

The filet was fantastic.


Everyone has to eat… in Charleston you can eat well.   

5) The Old Slave Mart Museum.   

South Carolina's only in-door slave market still standing.


In 1856 public outdoor slave sales were outlawed.  The actual capture and selling of slaves was never a completely respectable job and the 1856 legislation simply moved the sales aspect of the “peculiar institution” indoors.  The building at 8 Chalmers housed these activities then, but now it houses a museum that educates the public on what life was like for the people of this fine city pre emancipation.   

People were "stored" here before the sale.


At the time of the American Revolution black people outnumbered whites by a huge margin.  So much so that the British plan to capture the South hinged on promising freedom to all slaves who escaped to join the redcoats.   

The fear of revolt and revenge led to drastic measures to maintain control.


No aspect of life in old Charleston went untouched by slavery.  It was in fact the whole reason for the cities existence, yet strangely the guided tours of homes and locations focus more on furniture, generals, and politicians.   

Guides dressed in civil war garb will tell you of the cities wealth and sites yet explains very little about the majority of the cities then population.


The Old Slave Mart Museum holds artifacts that illustrate the realities that made all the money and style possible.  If I had a suggestion to give the tourist in this beautiful and historic city I would suggest stopping at the museum before you go anywhere else.  Stop there and look at the whips and chains that insured the wealth of the white population.   

Managing the slaves and keeping them in their place was more important and more difficult than most other tasks of business or agriculture.


The houses will still be beautiful, the streets still romantic, but after visiting the museum you will know a bit more about who actually built the houses and cleared the roads.   

Alright, I admit #5 was not the most cheerful reason to love a city.  But again, I do love the city.  One can still love a place with a dark past.  I was not there then.  I would not have loved it then, I love it now.  History needs to be faced and should be done honestly.  I love the food, I love palmetto trees, and I love streets lined with bright colored town homes.  I do not love that a war to preserve the right of one person to own another began here.  That war was won and is over and consequentially my wife and I can walk together in parks shaded by Spanish moss and the ladies selling baskets get to keep the profits.   

A nice walk looking out toward Fort Sumter


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