Have you ever heard of Rebecca Latimer Felton? Probably not. But her Wiki is fascinating…
Mrs. Felton was an outspoken feminist in the early 20th century, and the first woman to serve in the U.S. Senate. (She was 94 when she died in 1930.)
But–the more she developed her pro-woman platform, the more she became a raging racist.
Mrs. Felton owned slaves before the Civil War, so she had a personal stake in the issue.
She viewed blacks (especially black men) as obstacles to her noble feminist cause. So, she made symbols of them…which meant dehumanizing them…and regularly saying truly horrifying things, with apparently no shame:
Felton considered “young blacks” who sought equal treatment “half-civilized gorillas,” with a “brutal lust” for white women. …she [opposed] voting rights for blacks, arguing that it led directly to the rape of white women.
In 1899, a massive crowd of white Georgians tortured, mutilated, and burned a black man, Sam Hose… The crowd divided and sold his physical remains as souvenirs. [Instead of being horrified] Felton said that any “true-hearted husband or father” would have killed “the beast,” and that Hose was due less sympathy than a rabid dog.
Felton also advocated more lynchings of black men, saying that such was “elysian” compared to the rape of white women. On at least one occasion, she stated that white Southerners should “lynch a thousand a week if it becomes necessary” to “protect woman’s dearest possession.”
Pretty crazy, right?
How could a woman grow so cold that she seriously believed an entire race was worth less than she was? How could she have declared proudly that, when made to choose between a black man and a white woman, she would automatically support the woman every time?
We read Mrs. Felton’s quotes, almost 100 years after they were written, and we sort of want to laugh.
“This chick is INSANE!”
Someone should have taken away her pen before Progress embarrassed her this much…
But it’s hard to be amused when you understand she was a real person who truly, wholeheartedly believed white people mattered more than black ones. Tragic.
So tragic, in fact, it reminds me of today’s raging feminists…
Most have disowned Rebecca Felton (despite her many accomplishments in Women’s Suffrage), because her obsession with the need to lynch black men is just too similar to their own obsession with the “need” for abortion.
Please marvel with me at the similarities between the Anti-Black Mrs. Felton and Anti-Fetus Amanda Marcotte (from Ms. Marcotte’s article, “The Debate isn’t About Life, but What We Expect of Women.”):
[Pro-Lifers] are still pooping out the same old crap argument they’ve been using for the past forty years—that an embryo or even fertilized egg [with] no brain has more human rights than the woman who has been drafted into growing it against her will…
[Even if] a woman does want children [it] doesn’t mean she wants them now. Maybe she’s still got some fun-having to do. Or maybe she has a couple already and…feels done with having them. Either way, what she wants trumps the non-existent desires of a mindless pre-person…
Again, she says the debate isn’t about life. (It doesn’t make a difference to her whether the fetus is living.) The fact is, either way, Ms. Marcotte believes a life in her womb wouldn’t be worth as much as hers.
And that’s what takes her selfishness to the level of Mrs. Felton.
When you understand that feminist Choicers always place a woman’s wishes above anything else, then it makes sense why Ms. Marcotte is bored with Pro-Life arguments. We would get the same reaction if we tried to convince our racist friend Mrs. Felton that blacks are living creatures…
“Who cares if blacks are living?” she would answer. “So are rabid dogs! The important fact is: they’re far less valuable than me.”
Thus, just as Mrs. Felton excused the killing of black men by reducing them to dog-status, Ms. Marcotte also reduces the pre-born to objects:
I don’t particularly like babies. They are loud and smelly and, above all other things, demanding. No matter how much free day care you throw at women, babies are still time-sucking monsters with their constant neediness. No matter how flexible you make my work schedule, my entire life would be overturned by a baby. I like my life how it is, with my ability to do what I want when I want without having to arrange for a babysitter. I like being able to watch “True Detective” right now and not wait until the baby is in bed.
And don’t float “adoption” as an answer. Adoption? Fuck you, seriously. I am not turning my body over for nine months of gaining weight and puking and being tired and suffering and not being able to sleep on my side and going to the hospital for a bout of misery and pain so that some couple I don’t know and probably don’t even like can have a baby…
This is why, if my birth control fails, I am totally having an abortion. Given the choice between living my life how I please … and the fate of a lentil-sized, brainless embryo … I choose me.
Me, me, me, me.
When you believe that yours is the most important perspective in any discussion, you will eventually allow some disturbing things to fall out of your mouth.
Oh, a black man was beaten and torn apart–and then his body was made into souvenirs? Meh. Rabid dog.
Oh, an inch-long baby was sliced into pieces and scraped from the body of someone he/she would have loved? Meh. Smelly time-sucker.
In both cases, we’re supposed to just accept: the white woman deserves the sympathy here…
Again, keep in mind that Rebecca Latimer Felton was a real-life activist. She really walked the earth, and she really believed in White Supremacy.
It makes you wonder what she’d think of the United States today, where children of all colors play together, and “blacks” and “whites” regularly interact, go on dates, and get married…
What would Mrs. Felton think of the “half-civilized gorilla” we have for a President?
Anyway, even if she could somehow see our current society, I doubt she’d ever admit anything like, “people are people, no matter how dark.” She spent too much time writing about the inhumanity of blacks; too much time repeating that black men were worthless.
And, I’m afraid it’s the same for Amanda Marcotte.
You’ll never be able to cure her “Adult-Female Supremacy.”
Even if she could travel 100 years into the future, when abortion has been abolished and it’s basically common sense that people are people, no matter how small–she’d still be selfish and backward, with outdated ideas about who’s more important.
And all the high schoolers in the year 2115 will be baffled by Amanda Marcotte’s old-fashioned ignorance.
Someday, one of my great, great grandchildren may be reading whatever version of “Wikipedia” they’ll have, and he/she will come across a write-up.
Amanda Marcotte was a 21st-Century women’s rights activist. But she’s known mostly for her staunch anti-Abolition views. She once wrote, “what [a pregnant woman] wants trumps the non-existent desires of a mindless pre-person that is so small it can be removed in about two minutes during an outpatient procedure.”
And my grandchildren will almost want to laugh.
“Wow! I thought my teachers were exaggerating about how cold-hearted the Southern plantation owners were! I guess some mothers really DID think that being bigger made them better than their very young children.”
They’ll joke: “Maybe someone should have confiscated Ms. Marcotte’s computer before she embarrassed herself that much!”
“Man, that chick sounds CRAZY!”