On
August 11, 1949 Margaret Mitchell stepped off the curb on Peachtree Street in
Atlanta, a street known by millions of people because of her. She was suddenly
hit by a passing car, her husband watching just behind her, and died five days
later at age 48.
She
had a minor career as a journalist while in her 20s, but she gained
extraordinary fame and literary “immortality” for the only book she ever wrote
as an adult, Gone with the Wind. Published
in 1936, this first book by an unpublished and unknown author sold for $3 a
copy (probably due to its 1037 pages), the equivalent of $56 today. It sold a
million copies in the first six months…during the depression.
It
has been and is considered one of the greatest works in American Literature. Polls as recently as 2008 and 2014, have the
American public rating it as their second favorite book of all time...after the
Bible. Mitchell was awarded a Pulitzer Prize and won the National Book Award.
The epic film from her book was completed only 3 years later, and, more often
than not, listed in the top five of greatest American films to this day.
The
book appears to be somewhat autobiographical, in the sense that Mitchell used
her experience growing up in Georgia in a relatively wealthy family and had
close relationships with her grandparents who had firsthand experience of the
Civil War and Reconstruction years in Georgia. Once published it appears she
lived off her fame with her husband, John Marsh, giving interviews, christening
warships, and such, till her untimely death.
There
is no equivalent publication story in American literary history, even though were
it written today…it would never be
published. We’ve come too far.
As
a child I saw the movie actually in a movie theater, for the film was
periodically re-circulated to theaters until the early 1960s. I thought it was
incredible. It was a major reason I grew up (in New York) with a sense of
empathy for the plight of the scrappy Southerners during and after the Civil
War. It remains one of the finest examples of “educating” the general
population about history in the form of entertainment. As with most movies that
center on wars, entertainment trumps history every time, and ignores the
insidious themes that flow beneath.
Decades
later, incarcerated in a pandemic, with time to spare, and in search of another
book to read; I thought Gone with the
Wind …why not? Now having read it and, at nearly the same time, watching
real history being made, such as the mob assault on our Capital Building, I am
taken aback how this beloved novel found its way into the darkest regions of
America’s beating heart.
Movie
goers would give casual description of Gone
with the Wind as an epic love story, which is understandable from the
marquee posters to the last words of Rhett Butler as he walks out into the fog.
Certainly the novel devolves into a well conceived romantic melodrama in the
last 200 pages or so.
The
movie makers knew what they were doing. It takes reading the book to understand
the underlying message which laments stolen heritage and the wicked destruction
of rigid social classes.
I
write this not as a review of the novel. It is, in fact, beautifully written,
really quite extraordinary for a first time author. The characters are rich
with character and the story is complex and complete. I am writing this because
both story and characters define the essence of what reactionary Americans, who
count themselves as Christian Conservatives, have become in the 21st
century.
I
could almost see the tinsel insurrectionists screaming through the halls of
Congress with a Bible in one hand and a copy of Gone with the Wind in the other, just as those sympathetic with
their motivations might imagine it so, but with endorsement.
Nearly
countless signs, flags, masks, hats, and politician rhetoric on January 6th
at the Capital sported the phrase: Stop
the Steal. Those signs, et al, echoed Trump’s endless drumbeat, begun even
before the election and daily thereafter, to perpetuate the “Big Lie”. Still, in the light of
virtually no evidence to justify The Lie,
why have so many Americans so emotionally embraced it to the point of
debasement.
I
believe the “steal” they feel so heinous is not simply about an election
outcome. You can find it in the pages of Margaret Mitchell’s book. They have
been fed the illusion that the lives they envision for themselves and their
children are in the process of being stolen.
Her novel begins with goodness surrounding a class of landed, white aristocracy,
seeking only God given freewill, Nature’s manna from heaven, and self
determination. This honorable goodness is ripped away by a criminal Federal
government, “scallywags”, and “free issue N-----s”.
Today's Trump supporting Christian Conservatives want a life back that they never had; that they were told had been theirs.
Trump and those like him have fed that anxiety for 155 years. As a candidate
and then President, Trump used his honed persona and seemingly endless lies and
conspiracies to rally and incite white Christian Conservatives to believe that
a “Great” America was something to be reclaimed.
Trump
did it primarily for his own enjoyment and aggrandizement; even to the point when lost he and his
confederates engineered perhaps the most ludicrous attempt to overthrowing a
major government in modern world history. I wouldn’t have been surprised had
the mob been armed for the final attack with MyPillows. Humor and tragedy are
so often different sides of the same coin.
It
is sad for me to think someone as gifted as Margaret Mitchell might have
supported the assault on the Capital last month, but it’s hard to see it any
other way, after all…she wrote the book. If Republican Senators had any sense
at all, they would take that book and throw it directly at Donald Trump.