An old rice plantation is up for sale, and I am disturbed

Listen - here is what you have to get through your skull:

Go outside, look at any house, any tenement, any part of any city in the world. Anything older than a few years. Listen.

Someone was raped in there.

You know this.

Every single house.

So get over yourself. You will never live anywhere that doesn’t have a history of violence and exploitation.

Better now?

Nice roof for 1849, too :slight_smile:

I don’t think there were very many houses like that built. Mitchell was angry about Tarra depicted in the film. In the novel, it was just a big house.
My Great Aunt lived in a house that was built in the film style, but it was a normal size house. Slaves built the kitchen where my ancestors slept at first, then the slave quarters, then the rest of the house.
The slave quarters had been used as a smoke house after the war, and was a dilapidated, hundred year old store house when I saw it as a child. I was afraid to go inside. I wish I had.

I thought he was half Hawaiian and half Irish? O’bama? :confused:

That was what I was thinking as soon as I read it. The only plantation I’ve been on * had to have all its slave quarters recreated because they were knocked down long ago.

*Carter’s Grove I was very disappointed to hear how it fell on hard times. I really liked the place when it was under the control of the Colonial Williamsburg Foundation. Outside of the house there was a depiction of slave era life. The house was preserved as a slice of 1930s life. On the grounds was the archaeological site of one of the first European settlements, Martin’s Hundred. It also had a very nice museum about the settlement. Its a shame they closed it to the public.

Wow. I finally went to the RE webpage, and it is one seriously nice piece of real estate. REALLY nice. If I had a spare $15 mill hiding away under my mattress, I’d buy it.

And I’d hire house and grounds-staff to keep it nice too!

:stuck_out_tongue:

:eek: Um… no? :frowning:

What’s with the anger? :confused: I already know I’m being weird about this.

Speaking of the President, but the OP’s logic both the White House and the Capitol should be destroyed (along with scores of medieval castles, the Pantheon, Coliseum, Acropolis, etc.).

I’m not angry, sorry about that. Should have sprinkled some smilies in there, maybe?

I was just trying to shock you out of your mental rut there. :slight_smile: Putting stuff in perspective, all that good stuff.

Okay, thank you.

Just make sure you hire the Irish straight off the boat - you wouldn’t want to be racist.

Actually, I’ve always had a thing for the underdogs of the victim race.

Yes, we treated slaves horribly, but my grandparents were Slavic immigrants who worked the stockyards - ever read “The Jungle?” Its my father’s family history in a nutshell. We certainly didn’t treat the Irish well. In my town - we had Swede Hollow. We DID destroy that as a health hazard in the 1950s - but if we were going to destroy everything where we had a history of treating people like dirt, or where something horrible happened, we’d be tearing down a lot of our history.

African Americans were slaves - they were property, raped, beaten and killed by their masters. But the life of an immigrant kid working in factories and living in the tenements in NYC in 1860 is not exactly a study in human compassion.

I understand the sentiment. After all, the people of Sandy Hook want to destroy the school where their children were murdered. The people of Cleveland want to demolish the house where that crazy loon kept three girls prisoner. It’s a common reaction.

But antebellum houses are not places of singular evil. They’re rich in history, and are filled with stories, both mundane and significant, both beautiful and ugly. We recently visited Rose Hill Mansion and few things were more moving to me as a human being as reading the framed, handwritten inventory of slaves. And when I read those names, knowing that they lived and died on the very ground I was walking on, well, you can’t get the same thing reading about them in a book.

The US capital and the white house were both built by slaves. We cant change the past.

Here is a thought. come up with a way of checking genealogy and maybe have reunions for any descendants of former slaves of the plantation. Who knows, maybe some of them have some stories passed down that could add to the history of the place.

Many black families in the south have re-connected by similar ways because many slaves after freedom, took their masters names and the families have used that slave connection to promote reunions. Some can be in the hundreds in attendance.

Thanks, I just finished replacing the old roof two months ago. I went from corrugated metal to standing seam. (Pic from before I painted last year and replaced the roof this year.) I still have the old kitchen from my farm, too. The granddaughter of the previous owner said she remembered her grandpa moving it back from the house when they installed indoor plumbing in 1961. They used log rollers and pulled it with mules, while the grandma was still inside, cooking so the family and field hands could have lunch.

StG

Being of slight stature, I was the guy under the damn house, squirting oil as it passed over me while my FIL manned the come-along.
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A friend of my had a house very much like that in Tull, Arkansas. Is your house in the South?

I’m outside of Nashville (Music City, or “Tune Town”).

StG

This is certainly true. I’ve visited Dachau and there seems to be a very careful and deliberate effort to bear witness through its display.

Penfeather’s citation, in contrast, gives us this cheery quote:
“Beautiful Chiavari chairs, sparkling crystal chandeliers, perfectly manicured lawns, magnificently presented cuisine—details like these have differentiated Southern Oaks Plantation from other venues since our inception.”

Do you treat them well?

So well that some of them never left and are buried behind my back pasture.

StG

DO NOT leave the television unattended. And make sure your entire family has a plan to step into/not step into the light.