This Man Is a Hero

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From Esquire

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Sometimes, it’s hard to believe that there are still people in the world doing God’s work. Sometimes, it feels like God has just laid everyone off and moved his operation to a more reliable planet. Then you get a story like the one that was tipped off to the shebeen by Pulitzer-winning historian Annette Gordon-Reed and you think that, maybe, the One Great Scorekeeper left some subcontract work behind for us to do here. From The Washington Post (via the Grand Forks Herald).

From sun up to sun down, convicts who were leased by the state to plantation owners toiled in the fields chopping sugar cane sometimes until they "dropped dead in their tracks," as the State Convention of Colored Men of Texas complained in 1883.

In modern-day Sugar Land it was all easy to forget-but not for one man named Reggie Moore, who couldn't stop thinking about it.

Moore started researching Sugar Land's slavery and convict-leasing history after spending time working as a prison guard at one of Texas's oldest prisons, but his curiosity evolved into obsession. He had a hunch. Based on what he learned, he believed that the bodies of former slaves and black prisoners were still buried in Sugar Land's backyard. He focused his attention on a site called the Imperial State Prison Farm, the one that bore the name of the country's premier sugar company.

For 19 years he searched for their bodies, stopping just short of sticking a shovel in the dirt himself.

"I felt like I had to be a voice for the voiceless," said Moore, who is African American.

This week, his quest produced results.

At the former Imperial State Prison Farm site, archaeologists have unearthed an entire plot of precise rectangular graves for 95 souls, each buried 2 to 5 feet beneath the soil in nearly disintegrated pinewood caskets. The 19th century cemetery was unmarked, with no vestige of its existence visible from the surface.

The story of convict labor, especially in the South, is a story of people living an unrelieved nightmare, only one small step ahead of slavery and, sometimes, not even that much. Some masters on some plantations cared about keeping slaves alive; sheriffs and wardens knew there would be an endless supply of primarily black prisoners coming under their charge, so what did they care.

The convict-leasing system proliferated all across the south in the late 19th century and into the 20th, overwhelmingly targeting black Americans picked up for offenses such as vagrancy, flirting with white women or petty theft, as historian Douglas A. Blackmon reported in his Pulitzer Prize-winning book, "Slavery By Another Name." The prisoners were then leased by the state to private businessmen and forced to work on plantations, in coal mines and railroads or other state projects - such as building the entire Texas Capitol building from scratch.

“They were driving the women just like they drove the men,” goes the old folk song. In those days, every cruelty had a folk song. Those songs were about the only memory of these poor souls that survived them, until Reggie Moore decided they deserved more.

Moore said the discovery of the 95 graves has been gratifying after so many years of being the sole advocate for the nameless former slaves and convicts. He has since held memorial ceremonies for them at the Imperial cemetery, calling himself their "spokesman."

"It was just overwhelming," Moore said of the discovery of the graves. "And then sad at the same time, because now I know these guys are here. This really did happen."

Two weeks ago, he went to the site of the graves to see the bodies. He had to steady himself as he walked up to them, he said, because he felt like he was going to faint. He knew they were dead but for some reason as he looked at their skeletons they seemed more alive than ever, like he really knew them.

He is a hero now, in the same way and for the same reasons that Catherine Corless, the woman who uncovered the bodies of the babies who died and were left unmourned and unmarked at the Mother and Baby Home in Galway is a hero. They honored the dead by revealing the truth. There is no better work for God or man.


On the topic of memorials, there is a great cause out there for people who love history, journalism, the history of journalism, and the journalism of history. They are raising money to put up a statue in Chicago to honor the great Ida B. Wells-Barnett, the crusading African-American woman who chronicled the worst of the lynching years.

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After three of her friends were murdered by a white mob in Memphis, she dedicated herself to telling the world about the lynching culture throughout the South. Needless to say, this was a dangerous business and Wells used to go about carrying a pistol. She wrote that, rather than being an emotional response to perceived crimes, lynching functioned as a measure of social control in white-supremacist America. She published her stories in a pamphlet and then inveighed against lynching in an editorial in a newspaper she ran.

While she was out of town, a white mob destroyed the newspaper and its offices. She moved north to Chicago. In 1892, she published Southern Horrors, a stark and vivid account of her research. It unsparingly showed the deep complicity of the white establishment-including the establishment press-in ginning up rape charges in order to justify the noose. She wrote:

Men who, like Governor Tillman, start the ball of lynch law rolling for a certain crime, are powerless to stop it when drunken or criminal white toughs feel like hanging an Afro-American on any pretext. Even to the better class of Afro-Americans the crime of rape is so revolting they have too often taken the white man's word and given lynch law neither the investigation nor condemnation it deserved. They forget that a concession of the right to lynch a man for a certain crime, not only concedes the right to lynch any person for any crime, but (so frequently is the cry of rape now raised) it is in a fair way to stamp us a race of rapists and desperadoes. They have gone on hoping and believing that general education and financial strength would solve the difficulty, and are devoting their energies to the accumulation of both.

The mob spirit has grown with the increasing intelligence of the Afro-American. It has left the out-of-the-way places where ignorance prevails, has thrown off the mask and with this new cry stalks in broad daylight in large cities, the centers of civilization, and is encouraged by the "leading citizens" and the press.

Hell, yes, give her a statue.


There was a lot going on, science-wise, this week. For example, 10 new moons were discovered to be orbiting Jupiter, and one of them is sockless drunk. From Vox:

Moons close to Jupiter tend to orbit in a “prograde” motion, meaning in the same direction as Jupiter’s rotation. Those farther away rotate in a retrograde motion. But Valetudo is an odd duck. It’s orbiting in a prograde motion in the retrograde region.

“It’s like driving down the highway the wrong way,” Sheppard says. “It’s going around Jupiter in one direction, and there’s, like, 40-something objects going around Jupiter in the other direction.” This means it’s “very likely to have some sort of head-on collision over time,” he says.

And that’s actually an important clue to why there are so many moons around Jupiter. Sheppard explains that a long time ago, there were probably fewer, larger moons orbiting Jupiter in this retrograde region. But over time, they were broken into pieces.

It’s possible that Valetudo-or a larger previous version of it-was the destructive force behind the collision. Imagine the chaos that would ensue if a tractor-trailer was driving against traffic on a highway; that’s Valetudo. And that possibly “gives us this whole swarm of objects we see today,” Sheppard says.

Sober up, Valetudo. Geez.

Then there’s this poor ancient sap in Alexandria who got everybody excited for a while, only to have them discover that he was just some dude in a box. From ABC News:

Workmen found the black granite tomb this month during construction of an apartment building in the historic Mediterranean port city of Alexandria.

The 30-tonne coffin, the largest yet found in Alexandria, prompted a swirl of theories in local and international media that it may be the resting place of the ancient Macedonian ruler, who founded the city that still bears his name in 331 BC.

Egypt's antiquities ministry had vigorously dismissed the chances of finding Alexander's remains inside the 2,000-year-old sarcophagus, and on Thursday its scepticism was vindicated.

"We found the bones of three people, in what looks like a family burial. Unfortunately, the mummies inside were not in the best condition and only the bones remain," Mostafa Waziri, secretary-general of the Supreme Council of Antiquities, said.

Mr Waziri said some of the remains had disintegrated because sewage water from a nearby building had leaked into the sarcophagus through a small crack in one of the sides.

For a few weeks, you’re Alexander The Great and then, one day, you’re just another sod dissolving in sewage. Life-and the afterlife-is unfair.

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Weekly WWOZ Pick To Click: “Nobody Knows” (Smoke and Bones): Yeah, I pretty much still love New Orleans.

Weekly Visit To The Pathe Archives: Here are a pair of Russian spies getting run out of Great Britain in 1962. An American couple, the Krogers were central to the Portland Spy Ring, a huge bust by British authorities aided by the CIA, and one that later prompted a couple of TV movies and the play, Pack of Lies, written by Hugh Whitemore. Because this is a British story, and because Dickens, that clever rascal, is behind every big English news story, the suburban family who lived across the street from the Krogers, and whose house was commandeered by the Special Branch as an observation post, was named Search. History is so cool.

Kerry came out hopelessly lifeless last week against Galway, which defended the hell out of its half of the field. Now, the Kingdom has to beat Monaghan on Sunday to stay in the race for the Sam Maguire. I will be on edge for a couple of days, although David Clifford, Kerry’s young star, was one of the few bright spots against Galway and I think he’s due for a Mbappe-ian breakout. In any event, boys, try to show up this week.

Is it a good day for dinosaur news, CNN? It’s always a good day for dinosaur news!

The ankylosaurid fossil, known as Akainacephalus johnsoni, is now on exhibit in the National History Museum of Utah in Salt Lake City.

The genus name essentially means "spike head," but the species name is in honor of museum volunteer Randy Johnson, a retired chemist who helped prepare the skull.

"I never thought that I would have the opportunity to actually work on fossils that could be important for paleontologists," Johnson said in a statement. "Now that I'm a museum volunteer, I'm getting the opportunity to work on a large variety of fossils and consult with top paleontologists-it's like a dream second career. I couldn't believe it when they told me they are naming the ankylosaur after me, a once in a lifetime honor."

I should say so.

The ankylosaurid fossils associated with North America had smooth bony armor on their skulls. This one had pronounced spiky, bony armor covering the skull and snout, closely related to Asian ankylosaurids that lived 125 million years ago.

"A reasonable hypothesis would be that ankylosaurids from Utah are related to those found elsewhere in western North America, so we were really surprised to discover that Akainacephalus was so closely related to species from Asia," said Randall Irmis, co-author of the study and curator of paleontology at the Natural History Museum of Utah, said in a statement.

The fossil helped the researchers determine that at least two immigration events occurred during the Late Cretaceous period, resulting in two groups of ankylosaurid dinosaurs.

They lived then to make us happy now. Immigrants, they get the job done.

The Committee was stunned by the aptness of Top Commenter Michael Harrell’s reply to our post about the latest in voter suppression coming out of the Republican congressional majorities:

Pretty sure the legislative money spigot would be wide open if the bill was just called the Election Reform and Efficiency Cutting of Taxes ("ERECT") Act.

That will be quite enough of that, young man. Take your 90.11 Beckhams and go sit in the corner.

I’ll be back on Monday with God only knows what mayhem the gobshites bring down upon us. Be well and play nice, ya bastids. Stay above the snake-line and remember the tape is always running and the camera’s always hot.

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