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Stumpage Reports
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Monday, December 30, 2002 :::
At Home With the Advocate of the Southern Slave Power Conspiracy
On Sunday I returned to Charlotte from a trip to Charleston with the Lady I Can't Think of A Nickname For. We were able to visit the homesite of Charles Pinckney, known to regular readers as The Advocate of the Southern Slave Power Conspiracy. As I've said here before, I am not into crucifying these slave-owners based on our 21st century values, but lets have a little truth here. None of the interpretive material at the sight mentioned his defense of slavery at the constitutional convention nor his threats that South Carolina would leave the union of 13 states if some of their demands on slavery were not met. There was a lot of material on the other important things he was responsible for at the convention. It was a nice site, as National Park sites usually are, but it really didn't give a complete picture of a complex and interesting guy.
On a similiar note, I noticed they are a lot more obnoxious about the Civil War in South Carolina than other places in the south. We visited Christ Church, an old 18th century church down the road from Pinckney's homesite, and the plaque next to the door proclaimed that the church was "wantonly burned by negro yankee troops in 1865."
Trip also included a visit to Drayton Hall, an 18th century plantation home that has not been modernized at all and had very little restoration work done to it. Supposedly one of the purest 18th century buildings in the country. Also a drive around Sullivan's Island looking at the christmas lights, lots of good food, good company, and caught up on summer movies I missed: Spiderman, Attack of the Clones, and My Big Fat Greek Wedding.
Now its back in Charlotte, lunch with Bookpimp and Big Ed, and tonight coffee with weird friends.
Life is good.
Quote of the Day: (blogging at a friend's house and there is a copy of Moby Dick six inches away, how nice.)
I always go to sea as a sailor, because they make a point of paying me for my trouble, whereas they never pay passengers a single penny that I ever heard of. On the contrary, passengers themselves must pay. And there is all the difference in the world between paying and being paid. The act of paying is perhaps the most uncomfortable infliction the two orchard thieves entailed upon us.
-- Herman Melville, Moby Dick
::: posted by tom at 10:24 PM
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