“I recon I’m as American as anyone from Tennessee.” 

One of my favorite scenes from the old Lonesome Dove TV series is when Bol, the Mexican cook is “whackin” the dinner bell for supper. Gus McCrae, played by Robert Duval tells Bol, “a man with any sense at all can tell when it’s sundown without you whacking’ that bell.”

To which Bol tells McCrae, “Robert E. Lee freed the slaves. I can whack it if I want to.” McCrae tells Bol “It was Abraham Lincoln that freed the slaves Bol, not General Lee.”

It is at the point a Texas cowhand, Pea Eye, joins in and muddies the discussion by saying, “he (Robert E. Lee or Abraham Lincoln we are not sure who Pea Eye is referencing as “he.”) didn’t free Mexicans anyway. It was “Americans he freed.”

The more erudite Augustus McCrae sees that the conversations is going sideways. He tells Pea Eye that he is in over his head. “It was a bunch of Africans Abe Lincoln freed.”

Now Larry McMurtry’s book came out in 1985 and the TV series aired in 1989. When I first saw this scene I had to laugh at the deep misunderstanding of the Civil War that was taking place in that brief scene. It is somewhat apropos, though. One-hundred and sixty years later I think we are just as confused about the Civil War and its outcome as we, as a nation have ever been. In fact some may argue we are reverting back to the post Reconstruction era.

However, it the ending part of the scene I think what is really relevant for today. I doubt Larry McMurtry, when he wrote this, thought somebody forty years later would reference his writing this way. But here I am probably reading way more into it than the scene actually was. I think the final lines of this scene are short and succinct and very 2025-26ish. 

McCrae references his partner and fellow long-time Texas Ranger, Woodrow Call, as being born in Scotland  He says that Call is “no more American” than the Africans Lincoln freed.

Call, played by Tommy Lee Jones, returns the burn to McCrae saying. “I recon I’m as American as anyone from Tennessee.” (Gus’s home state.)

I am sure when McMurtry penned those words in the 1980s about a Western adventure that would take place in the 1870s; he was not thinking about immigration or birthright citizenship. It was sort of comic relief depicting the mind sets of those at Lonesome Dove laboring all day in the hot Texas sun getting ready to sit down to supper. 

In fact McMurtry’s book is loosely based on the lives of Charles Goodnight and Oliver Loving of  Goodnight Loving Cattle Trail fame. I am not sure of what their politics were; and that is not the crux the of story.

I just think there is some sort of irony or historical symmetry in this fictional scene of the Old West, even if it is only in the writings of a man in the 1980s. Because today, when it comes to immigration it appears that the Trump Administration is much like Pea Eye: in over their heads. The Administration is rounding up stray foreigners and wrangling up legal concepts to the Supreme Court to drive immigrants into detention camps and onto new foreign vistas.

Gus McCrae is like the MAGA leaning Supreme Court, the ex-Confederate who realizes the South lost and that is that. It is a new day–no matter how you slice it. But it is day still laced with old prejudices.

However, it is Woodrow Call who says, “I recon I’m as American as anyone from Tennessee.” It is Call’s simple statement that reflects the 14th Amendment’s “All persons born or naturalized in the United States, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of the United States and of the State wherein they reside.” It is that little section of the Constitution that is driving the Administration bat-shit crazy. 

Ironically, it is Bol, the Mexican, whose family most likely has been in Texas long before Texas was a state in the United States. He could easily parrot Call’s words: “I recon I’m as American as anyone from Tennessee.”

For What It’s Worth

Miniature by Pierart dou Tielt illustrating the Tractatus quartus bu Gilles li Muisit (Tournai, c. 1353). The people of Tournai bury victims of the Black Death. ms. 13076 – 13077

It is too bad that we live in such obstinate times. It is has so many negative effects on so many facets of our lives. It derails and sort of sympathy, empathy or a yearning to understand anything. It makes us overly aggressive in venial ways.

Take Dr. Anthony Fauci, the Director of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases from 1984 to 2022. He recently sat before a Senate Panel in what President Donald Trump would have called a witch hunt. Fauci took the 5th Amendment on every question asked of him. He even refused to answer what color his tie was.

“There’s something happening here but what is isn’t exactly clear…”

I felt bad for Fauci. His hearing was a strange scene in American Political Surrealism. Here we have a long-time government official, a bureaucrat, with a presidential pardoned from possible future criminal charges for actions done in the past while he was toiling away as a mad scientist. So what is there to do? Steal his diary from his bedroom dresser. We then can all snicker at Fauci’s innermost thoughts and feelings. By stealing his diary and searching his private and untold thoughts I now sleep better knowing this brings us so much closer on how to deal with the next pandemic.

But this really reflects more about the state of inquiry in our country rather than say, searching for cures concerning the general welfare of the people. We settle for the clarity of watching grown adults, mostly adolescent men posing as gifted thinkers, in a political scrum pushing multiple invisible Rugby balls to non existent goal lines. It is where everybody gets to spike the ball. And then, we can watch the talking heads on the media of your choice for the play-by-play anlaysis.

Today, we are no closer to knowing anything about the Covid pandemic than we do about the origins of the Black Death in the 1300s. In fact, we probably know more, and can intellectually discuss the Bubonic Plague better than the ague that ran amongst us five years ago.

I would not have been surprised if a Senator asked Dr. Fauci about the gain-of-function research being done using the ground up powder from a unicorn horn’s. I think under the current mind set this would have been a legitimate question. According to World History Encyclopedia’s “Medieval Cures for the Black Death” this was cutting edge research, and just as nebulous as some of Trump’s suggested antidotes.

It was believed that “Drinking a powder made of the ground-up horn of the unicorn mixed in water was thought to be an effective remedy and was also among the most expensive.” Of course most of us know that the only way to catch a unicorn is for it “to be lulled into submission by a young virgin maiden.” A daunting task since both virgin maidens and unicorns are rare (We need to scour the pages of Dr. Fauci’s diary for clues.) and hence the expence.

Back then ground unicorn had a variety of uses from treating snake bites, “fever, convulsions, and serious wounds.” It was believed it would work “equally well with the plague.” Unfortunately, it seems the unicorn powder did not work any better than cures involving chicken or snakes. Unicorn powder was the 14th century miracle cure right up there with hydroxychloroquine, drinking bleach and UV lights.

A rare photo found in the back of Dr. Fauci’s diary. It is believed to be Dr. Fauci inspecting a Wuhan labratory.

Encyclopedia Libre Español: Juan Antonio Ruiz Rivas Creative Commons.

But that is not the real big problem. It is logistics. If Dr. Fauci was using a Wuhan laboratory for this research, the problem was not one of securing the lab but in securing a unicorn. Unicorns are not native to China. Plus, unicorns are on the endangered specie list so using unicorns for scientific research would have been a crime. Killing an endangered species is a punisable offense: $50,000 fine and a year in prison, not to mention the use of young maidens. (Which, according to the Justice Department, is not a breach of public faith.)

There’s battle lines being drawn. Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong…”

What is clear is after the fact we are still manning the covid parapets like a besieged city in a Medieval castle. The only thing that seems to change is who is besieged at the time and who is catapulting the dead-diseased ideas over the wall. In this particular case it was GOP Senators chucking distorted questions down upon a beleaguered Dr. Fauci.

In this putrid political climate there is no way we can get to the bottom of anything. Not even a trash can–not when we keep bringing in more trash. Covid is no different. Did we do somethings right? Yes. Did we do somethings wrong? Yes. The problem is instead of sorting through the trash we keep bringing more to the can. In this case it is a star, struck 80 year-old man’s diary adding to the infinite amount of political garbage manufactured. All I can say is what a fellow worker once mumbled after the crew was told we needed to stay late on a Friday night: Give me a f**king break.

Paranoia strikes deep. Into your life it will creep. It starts when you’re always afraid. Step out of line, the men come and take you away

If anything I have no contempt for Dr. Fauci. In fact I feel sorry for him. This reminds me more of siblings going at it when a younger brother snatches his older teenage sister’s diary out of her top drawer of her dresser. The only thing holding back the embarrassment of this violation of privacy is a flimsy lock binding up her inner thoughts, desires and the nonsensical yearnings. But it is the act of having one’s innermost feelings revealed to the world that sets off her panic, and makes the younger brother feel like he has hit social pay dirt. In Fauci’s case it is political pay dirt.

It’s time we stop, Hey, what’s that sound? Everybody look, what’s going down?*

*Buffalo Springfield: For What it’s Worth.