Sunday, January 27, 2019
A balmy 47 degrees today. Am heading into Manhattan to attend a lecture at the Fraunces Tavern Museum on eighteenth-century cookery presented by the culinary historian and cook, Lavada Nahon. No one on the ferry seemed to notice or care about my MAGA hat.
Today is a day of cultural riches in New York: a GroupMuse event at the same time is featuring Schubert’s sublime piano Fantasy in F minor for four hands (almost as good as the bucket banging at the Union Square subway station). I opted for the Fraunces lecture because attendees will be served an authentic eighteenth-century dinner prepared by Nahon: beef pasty, chicken fricassee, carrot pudding, potato and onion pye, pickled beets, cabbage salad, spiced pears, sugar gingerbread, and cranberry tart. Scrumptious!
Nahon’s worthy scholarship brings to light the history of the enslaved and free African-American cooks of New York. One should keep in mind, however, that most families in America, from its very beginning, never had servants – enslaved, indentured, or otherwise. The overwhelming majority of colonists and settlers, Northern and Southern alike, slaved from sunup to sundown carving out homesteads with their own bare hands, clearing land, chopping wood, building cabins, farming, cooking, etc. with no outside help. Nor, of course, did they enjoy any of the technologies and wonders we take for granted today: electricity, indoor plumbing, central heating, air conditioning, refrigeration, supermarkets, tractors, automobiles, paved roads, trains, airplanes, bicycles, computers, cell phones, toilet paper, etc. (and why anyone in his right mind would defend the evil system of Capitalism for inflicting such things upon humanity is beyond me. It’s so obvious that carving out a hardscrabble existence in the wilderness was, like, you know, like, way better than, like, living in Amerikkka today).
It’s amazing how many people don’t know about the Fraunces Tavern, or don’t even know that George Washington was sworn in as our very first president just up the street. But, of course, the “educators” in our public indoctrination centers (oops, I mean “schools”) don’t teach basic history anymore. But who cares? The kids are learning much more important things like how to slide a condom onto a cucumber and what a horrible, racist, and repressive country the United States is. Which, of course, is why every oppressed person on the planet wants to come here.
After leaving the Fraunces event, I felt like taking a walk so headed up Broad St. to revisit the site where Washington was sworn in on April 30, 1789. Although the original Federal Hall was demolished in 1812, it was replaced in 1842 with a noble neoclassical structure, later adorned in 1883 with a monumental bronze statue of Washington.
On my walk, I discovered that the “Defiant Girl” statue that used to stand opposite the famous Charging Bull statue on Broadway had been moved, inexplicably, to Broad Street, where she now stands defying the New York Stock Exchange. Why, I have no idea. Perhaps the people who moved the statue are hoping she will hex the New York Stock Exchange into oblivion, bring down Capitalism, and usher in the Glorious Democratic Socialist Paradise. Because, as we all know, communism has been so successful everywhere it’s been murderously imposed: Russia, Germany (Hitler was a socialist, let’s not forget), Cuba, China, North Korea, Venezuela. It certainly worked out well for the noted communist and community organizer Barry Soetoro, who now lives in a fancy multi-million-dollar mini-mansion protected by some serious fences (i.e. “walls”), on a street protected by fences (i.e., “walls”) at either end.
On the ferry ride home, nothing happened, again. Tomorrow may be a red MAGA hat day. I’ve grown attached to the sedate blue one but am getting bored with the non-responses. I miss it when feminazis flip me the bird to demonstrate how open-minded and tolerant they are.
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