As memorials to slavers and other Confederate heroes have been removed from public and otherwise challenged in recent months, a common complaint is that, by doing this, we’re forgetting our history or erasing it.
In my home county, we still have the historical marker its namesake:
Created February 26, 1887 from Tom Green County organized January 15, 1891, named in honor of Matthew Duncan Ector 1822-1879. Member of the Texas legislature a confederate officer and outstanding jurist Odessa, The County Seat.
Indeed, Ector (his first name was actually spelled Mathew) was a Confederate brigadier general and later a Texas high court judge. As a jurist, he’s most notable for re-affirming racist marriage laws after Reconstruction.
In 1878’s Charles Frasher v. the State of Texas, presiding judge Ector wrote:
Continue reading “Texas named its counties for a lot of horrible people. Mathew Ector is one of them”
The other day, I came up with 10 six-word story beginnings for a contest/prompt by Wired Magazine. That got me thinking they might also work for slightly longer flash fiction, so I’m going to work them up a bit over the next few days.
They might not all be able to sustain more than the first sentence, but I’m going to give it a go anyhow, and we’ll see where they end up. Continue reading “#WIREDBACKPAGE: Mysteries set in 2049 after the first six words”
In September 2016, my extended family got together to celebrate my grandfather’s and first-cousin-once-removed’s 90th and 80th birthdays respectively. We didn’t all get together again until June 2017 with my grandmother’s passing.
As my father said after the gravesite ceremony, ‘You know, I think we had a lot more fun at the birthdays.’ But we had a lot of fun at the funeral, too, just with more crying and sobs mixed in. This was my euology at the service.
Thank you all for coming here today. It means a lot to see all of you here and know that Betty impacted your lives, as well.
I’m going to try to not go on and on or get choked up too much. My Mama had only so much patience for long-winded speakers, and she was about the least sentimental person when it came to the idea of her funeral.
Some of you probably remember her joke about going grocery shopping. ‘At my age, I don’t even buy green bananas anymore.’ And she thought it was very funny! But it was harder for me to find it funny.
Continue reading “My grandmother was much more ready for her funeral than the rest of us”
The other day I watched the Black Mirror episode ‘The Entire History of You‘, and it was wonderful and terrifying and a really good work of science fiction.
Most of all, it was a really good work of fiction, period, because it successfully gave you two competing claims for a moral then forced you to decide which was right.
Continue reading “In a good story, the opposing tension supports the weight”
The other day, I re-watched Bone Tomahawk for I think the fourth time, and that one just as good as the first if not better. The same weekend I saw the original Django starring Franco Nero, and it impressed me in a similar way despite them not having anything in common beyond being Westerns and noticeably gory.
Continue reading “‘Bone Tomahawk’ is a Western without the formula”
The other day, the Odessa American reported on the John Ben Shepperd Public Leadership Institute’s event on policing, and as reported, the featured guests said some troubling things.
First, both outgoing Ector County Sheriff Mark Donaldson and Odessa Police Chief Tim Burton suggested folks ought to comply with whatever an officer tells them to do in order to protect themselves.
Now, women in the audience might not feel completely comfortable following that advice if interacting with former police officer Salvador Becerra during a traffic stop or former deputy Alfred John Herrera once in jail.
Or maybe that’s not fair. Only rarely do peace officers sexually assault people they have in their custody.
Continue reading “Law is obeyed of respect, power obeyed of fear”
The final entry in my friend’s initial question/topic of discussion series involves humans and domesticated animals.
I’ve also been thinking a lot about the meat and dairy industry but I have way too many things to say about that.
That’s quite an open-ended prompt, although we talked about it in more detail in person over a lunch that included tacos with pig meat.
I expect proceeding generations to view my own meat consumption and use of animal products in the same way we now view the behavior of Nazis and slavers, and yet I don’t think this will change anything.
Continue reading “Meat isn’t murder, but it will be one day”