One of the things that really fascinates me is how people differ so much in their relationship to their past. Some people are completely uninterested in their ancestors and whatnot. But others — and not just disenfranchised minorities — are really drawn to what they consider their ethnic/racial/cultural/religious roots. And it ranges from simple historical curiosity to stringent identity politics to obsessive, off-the-wall kookiness. Horwitz encounters all types in his book, which underlines his point that history "lives" in both expected and unexpected ways.
Where do you think you fall on that spectrum of interest in your deep past?
Also, people's pride in their ancestry takes different forms. For some, it's about dignity and careful preservation and respect. But others seem to prefer showing their pride through festivals and marketing to tourists, etc. It's almost like a kind of cynical commercialism is always pawing at the door of authenticity.
Friday, June 26, 2009
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Yeah, I've always found that phenomenon interesting. Like the big Scottish festival they have in McPherson. It's a little bit odd to me. I have virtually none of that kind of pride and identity in my heritage. I think my background is predominantly German and English/Irish, but I'm so far removed from those nationalities that I can't see how it even matters. Maybe if I were closer to it, like if my grandparents were immigrants, maybe then it would mean something to me. I can't imagine being like those women Horwitz met who were so obsessed with the Huguenots.
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