I’m still struggling to digest Sinners. It was brilliant until the film decided to make the music of oppressed indigenous people from Northwest Europe, Scots and Irish–the latter victims of a genocide–the new “Devil’s Music.“
Why not silly cracker music like Turkey in the Straw and My Old Kentucky Home? Why not outright minstrel music? No, let’s take the music of the victims of a genocide by the British Empire no different than that of the Kiyuku (Mau Mau Uprising) and the Cape San peoples, a music as important to them as the Blues to Black Americans, and make it the melody of evil.
That’s fucked up.
That sort of divisive Identity Politics is why there is no functional Left in this country. If you want me to kneel and apologize for my fucked up ancestors instead of standing up to the fascists among us today, you are fighting the last war and bound to lose.
The Sin of Sinners
About Me
Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis, What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).
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