Well, it is theoretical Monday at Scission and what I will be posting is kind of theoretical, kind of historical, kind of just talking, just kind of...
Let's see, how can I describe this more fully. It is about the deep South, but more than that. It is about globalization, but less then that. It is about slavery and chain gangs and all that. It is about the day to day experience of the poor, of the multitude, for sure. It is about populism and "Big Jim" Folsom and a little George Wallace, too. It's about pain pills and pain, factories and not. It is about a world gone by, a world still here, and a world to come. It speaks to religion and to Huntsville, Alabama (where a close friend's father was once the commanding general at the Red Stone Arsenal. The General was an interesting and kind man, who I came to know personally. He even once wrote a letter, on my behalf, to the judge at my sentencing hearing following my conviction in a bombing conspiracy case. I thought it was a rather amazing act, by a man who certainly did not have to do such a thing. It perplexed the judge to no end. That would make a good story itself).
Anyway, the post below is an interesting read and a telling one...if you just think about it for a bit. It comes from the journal Insurgent Notes.
NOTES ON ALABAMA: SEARCHING FOR THE GHOST OF "BIG JIM" FOLSOM
by Curtis Price
“You always can get a job you don’t want and never a job you do.”
—Overheard in Free Clinic waiting line
“Connecting Others to Christ One At A Time”
—One of several similar T-shirts worn inside the clinic waiting room
The prison farms of Alabama, there are a half-dozen going all the time, that is the business the state of Alabama is in. Many a guy on these prison road camps, he was there because some Alabama county put up a sign during harvest time. The sign said that vagrants without money must work on a prison farm or road for thirty or sixty days. These guys they arrested and stamped a crime on the fact they were broke, and puts them to working.Besides what the state did through its prisons and farms, our rackets inside the prison were small. The prison farms of Alabama, that is the part of the old slavery that still stands down there. Today, like in the olden days, they feed a man enough to keep him alive and work him all day. Long time ago, old master, he got the take from that. Today the state of Alabama, it gets the take direct, through its prisons and the officials who run them.