Conservatism and the South

Way down yonder in New Orleans, the storied Mississippi sweeps grandly past the Hilton hotel, on whose summit disco dancers jerk and twitch. So it has ever been in New Orleans—the old and the new, the timeless and the trendy, cohabiting on the breeziest of terms. What better place for the Philadelphia Society to cross its legs, pucker its brow, and meditate on the changed and changeless South?

“The South and American Conservatism” was the topic the Philadelphians had chosen to ponder at their Southern regional meeting. Yankees were cordially invited, and in fact a goodly representation turned up—largely to listen, however, not to expound: to be instructed in the means by which Progress, or at least its vilest consequences, has been fenced off at the Potomac River.

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William Murchison

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Way down yonder in New Orleans, the storied Mississippi sweeps grandly past the Hilton hotel, on whose summit disco dancers jerk and twitch. So it has ever been in New Orleans—the old and the new, the timeless and the trendy, cohabiting on the breeziest of terms. What better place for the Philadelphia Society to cross its legs, pucker its brow, and meditate on the changed and changeless South?

“The South and American Conservatism” was the topic the Philadelphians had chosen to ponder at their Southern regional meeting. Yankees were cordially invited, and in fact a goodly representation turned up—largely to listen, however, not to expound: to be instructed in the means by which Progress, or at least its vilest consequences, has been fenced off at the Potomac River.