Be a Doll

Photo courtesy of Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of Punk, and Mercury Records

Of course- America was not going to accept the New York Dolls!

Sylvain Sylvain, for Vogue November 2015

The New York Dolls.

Some of my favorites to challenge American masculinity….or at least the perception of what is American masculinity.

Cause let’s talk about 1776, and how wigs were popular. For men.

And let’s talk about General Lee. And how he was vain, and dedicated enough to his looks that he would cut his “hair, moustache, and beard” and follow the styles of the day, transitioning from “George IV curls, bushy sideburns, a matinee-idol moustache, and the [American Civil] war-era beard as soon as they came into style,” every single day from when he was sixteen to when he died, aged sixty-three.

(emphasis added, source taken from Pryor, Elizabeth B., Reading the Man: A Portrait of Robert E. Lee Through His Private Letters. Viking Penguin, 2007. Page 198. Elizabeth Brown Pryor is quoting Humphrey’s Autobiography, Milton Wylie Humphreys Papers at UVa. and Lee’s letter to Sam[ue?]l Frost in 1840)

So this idea of American masculinity being historically-rugged enough to never care about appearance, fashion trends, hair, or cosmetics.

Where’s the evidence?

Looking forward to the Scorsese film.

Copyright Off The Porch History 2021

Get off the porch

There is an old American image.

You know it.

Seemingly angelic, white face. Eyes cast down to look upon delicate female hands, gently holding a book. This book is read aloud while being gently cradled among lithe white feminine fingers.

There are rosebud lips, parted to impart what she thinks is wisdom, gospel even, to little children who sit around while she reads to them. Imagining herself a saint. Imagining herself their savior.

She who reads, reads to black and brown children. She sits above them, on a wide wooden porch.

The porch is usually white-washed, columned as an ancient grand temple. The porch, the invitation to sit, is meant as a temporary welcome.

The book she reads from states she owns them. Perhaps she values one more than the others. Perhaps she’s more careful with The Family Bible than with human beings because the laws her family has created and perpetuated state that both are property.

And when the children who are read to, when they and their families choose to leave, what happens to the white, female, rosebud-lipped generations they leave on the porch?

Example:

Some may find it odd, on having learned of the fate of her childhood home of Arlington and the emancipation of the many enslaved people whose work built and sustained it, that the so-called Lady of Arlington degraded Arlington’s enslaved people as “ungrateful” men, women, and children, “beguiled off by the Yankees” into freedom.

In her mind, wouldn’t these enslaved men, women, and children choose to stay with her?

Surely they would not abandon what this lady saw as kindness; a compassion that her mother taught her, that she would teach to her own daughters, to show. She had read to these people, “done all [she] could” for them. Her daughters taught their children on the grounds surrounding Arlington’s monumental porch, sitting together in a room covered in the shadow of its monumental walls.

This “Lady of Arlington” is Mary Anna Randolph Custis Lee. She fascinates me. I see traits of her personality and recognize them in myself.

The descriptions of her from 1823 and 1824, by those who knew her [preserved in Reading the Man, a biography of her husband Robert Edward Lee  by the late Elizabeth Brown Pryor] make me realize that we, she and I, share “[an] artist temperament.”

“She [and I] spoke whatever [temper] came in her mind- but it was over in a moment.”

“She [and I] has wit & satire too, when they are required.”

I read her words and she repulses me. Her own words reveal herself to me:

“a set of lazy idle negroes who roam about by day marking what they may steal at night & are kept  attending political harangues of which they understand about as much as the African Gorilla.”

These are her own words, written in the spring of 1867 .

I would not like Mary Anna Randolph Custis Lee.

She and I deeply disagree on fundamental beliefs of humanity.

But we share the same “artist temperament” and “wit & satire too, when they are required.” We pray to the same Savior. If we share the same personality, the same spirituality, could we be the same? As much as I sit in judgement, if thrown in her circumstances what repulsive shades of myself would appear?

I have been bewitched into believing my own gold-star superiority; my own sort of Blind Kindness.

Blind Kindness is not true kindness.

Blind Kindness never actually listens, it only justifies.

Examples:

“All will be well. Even though my ancestors kept yours in bondage, I respect and listen to Pac and Kendrick.”

“All will be well. Even while I quote the Declaration of Independence, I admit that Jefferson fathered kids with Sally Hemmings.”

“All will be well. I know what ‘woke’ is.”

“All will be well. I know what Urban Dictionary is.”

“All will be well. I saw Black Panther. And I saw Crazy Rich Asians. And I can hum three songs produced by Halluci Nation. And I have more than one non-white, non-Protestant friend.”

“All will be well. When my ancestors kept yours in bondage they shared their front porch to save your souls. God be with you, brothers and sisters.”

Blind Kindness is done to you, but for me, so that I and my ancestors may sleep in peace.

No justice. No peace.

I have to wonder: how much am I the same as my ancestors and their contemporaries? How much of our present history, that is daily made around me do I choose not to see?

[2021 Edit: I only recently watched Segregated by Design. I’m beginning to realize how much I have been fundamentally lied to in my life.]

How much can I understand about our world if my mind has never gone “off the porch,” to see our history not as I was taught, but as it was?

So I need to get off the porch. It’s time. It’s done past time.

Welcome.  Let’s step off.

copyright Off The Porch History 2018