Machiavelli on Renewal

I was flipping through Discourses on Livy while brainstorming a column and I was struck by this passage from Book III, Chapter I.

It is very true that all the things of this world have a limited existence, but those which go through the entire cycle of life ordained for them by heaven are generally those which do not allow their bodies to fall into disorder but maintain them in an orderly way, so that either nothing changes, or if it changes, it is to their welfare, not to their detriment. Since I am speaking of mixed bodies, such as republics and religions, let me say that changes which bring such bodies back to their beginnings are healthy.

The ones that have the best organization and the longest lives are, however, those that can renew themselves often through their own institutions, or that come to such a renewal through some circumstance outside those institutions. And it is clear than light itself that if they do not renew themselves, these bodies will not endure.

Justice and Jurisprudence

I spent roughly two hours this morning flipping through an 1889 legal treatise titled Justice and Jurisprudence, published by the Brotherhood of Liberty, a group of Baltimore-based Black lawyers committed to the fight “against denial of liberty according to race.” The book is an analysis of the Reconstruction Amendments to the Constitution as well as a broadside against the Supreme Court’s decision in the Civil Rights Cases (1883), which gutted enforcement of the Fourteenth Amendment.

It’s a massive tome of nearly 600 pages and written in an ornate, and sometimes very difficult, 19th century style. But it also has some real bangers in it.

This passage, in particular, will give you a sense of the writing as well as the substance of the argument.

The complaint of the citizen of African descent is, that the decay of “natural and well-known repugnances” creating civic discrimination cannot be expected, so long as the judicial interpretation of our laws, directly encourages the supremacy of one class of citizens over another in the every-day, joint and several enjoyment of those civil rights, immunities, and privileges which the supreme law of the land shall be equal heritage of all classes in the state.

The African citizens protest and claim that a uniform, precise, and fixed regulation of the sovereign rights of all the individuals who now compose the state, in accordance with the letter and spirit of the law of the land, would put an end to the bickerings, rancor, and discord which foment race-antagonisms throughout the land. They say truly, that the vexatious litigation between the races incontestably establishes, what is too notorious for question, that the more numerous and powerful body in the state daily trample under foot the civil rights of a minority — of a sensitive, peaceful, unresisting, helpless and useful portion of the civic society; that the state now requires the repose which the amendments to the Constitution contemplate; that this anarchistic force in the state must be curbed, controlled, and counterbalanced by the law of the land; that an amphibious code of crude, contradictory textual rules, instead of repelling insolent despotism, encourages the spirit of race-antagonism to enter fresh fields, and, with new allies under its command, to commit new depredations upon all the other civil rights of these citizens; that their general civil right to engage in all departments of industry requires something more for its protection than a mere grammatical construction of the words employed in the Fourteenth Amendment, and an ambulatory parade around the amendment itself, with an army of pretentious learning — an imposing array of deceptive dialectical subtleties; that to meet the race-perils which confront the state, in the present condition of civil rights, there is an imperative need either of new legislation, or the enforcement of the existing laws by rules which will protect, on life’s common way, the lowliest child of the state’s adoption, making him feel that he is a man, majestic and free: rules of such strength and grandeur that they will inspire each member of the state with awe and reverence; so clear, uniform, stern, and unrelenting in their character, that the most profligate or powerful member of the state will not dare to evade or dispute their authority.

It’s, uh, a little hard to parse. But the message — the state cannot be blind to racial inequality and injustice — is as valid now as it was then.

union station

I’m trying a new thing here where I just post a photo a day. We’ll see how long I keep it up.

I took this a few months ago in the bus depot at Union Station in D.C. I used a Yashica-D camera and Kodak Ektar film, which tends to saturate primary colors, as you can see here. I had William Eggleston in mind as I searched for a scene to capture, and I think you can see that here.

a few recent photos

I spent a little while this week going through about three months’ worth of photos from my Leica M10-D. These were about half of the keepers. The first few are from a recent trip to New York, the bottom few are from a news conference for unionizing workers in town.

For these photos, I used the M-Hexanon 28mm f/2.8 lens.

And for these, I used the Voigtlander Heliar 75mm f/1.8 lens and the Nokton 35mm f/1.4 lens.

keepers

I picked up a box of Kodak Pro Image 100 and spent most of the last month trying to finish a roll. I just got the scans back from my local lab (I have long since sold my 35mm scanner) and after a spending a little time with them, I think I have my keepers. I used a 90s-vintage Nikon point and shoot.

First Baptist Church on Main Street.

One of my favorite murals around town, over by one of my favorite bakeries in town.

Footprints in the snow.

Nice deep shadow on a house in my neighborhood.

I liked this bumper sticker.

Beer delivery.

from the archive

I was going through old negatives looking for a particular photo and, in addition to the picture in question, I found a lot of stuff that I really liked. Here are the best of those photos, which were taken with a camera I no longer own. I believe the film is Kodak T-MAX 400, which for awhile was my preferred choice for black and white. These were all taken in either 2017 or 2018. I should say that the camera in question, a Fuji medium format rangefinder, was very large and very heavy, and I’m honestly surprised I brought it so many places.

Durty Nelly’s Pub in Charlottesville, Va.

From a stockyard somewhere near Orange, Va.

I believe this was on Martha’s Vineyard but I honestly do not remember.

This, I think, was Santa Monica.

I took this in D.C. I have no idea where. It is, however, one of my favorite photos that I’ve taken.

leftovers

These are photos from the last two months that don’t really fall into any particular category, other than that I like them and want to share them with y’all. I took them with my Yashica-D (which has not been getting much use lately) using either Kodak Ektar for color or Ilford XP2 Super for black and white. Developed by my local lab and scanned at home.

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