Last week I posted a picture of a Ku Klux Klan hall on my home town’s “memory page” that is devoted to discussion of historical sites and remembrances. Most of them are things like “anybody remember that great hamburger joint on 3rd Street?” Some of them are more serious. Photos of historic buildings and locations. Some extant. Most gone.
I’ve been involved with this group for years and am a frequent poster. Surprise. Hundreds of posts.
So the last remaining Ku Klux Klan auditorium in the country resides in our fair city, and the owners want to tear it down. Built in 1927, it has a historical designation, but no historical protection. Apparently the KKK is not something the city wants to preserve or protect.
And the history group must feel the same way. I posted photos with comments about the building’s tortured legacy. Within an hour, my account was cancelled, and all of my posts were removed. The Administrators refuse to reply to my PM’s. I’m ghosted.
You can’t learn from history if you can’t talk about it. I’m obviously not a KKK advocate. But now all the work I put in documenting our city’s history is for naught. All the photos and documents I collected and shared are erased. Just because some gutless faceless person got triggered, and imposed the death penalty, because I dared to mention the KKK was once a big deal in our hometown.