like stepping into a pbs documentary

Lured by the promise of reenactors, I tagged along with Hillary and Jen to the renaming of a park here in Chicago commemorating the battle of Ft. Dearborn. What’s that? You’ve never heard about the battle of Ft. Dearborn? Maybe you know it as the Ft. Dearborn massacre? According to a brief and interesting Trib article, some Chicagoans are upset about the less-judgmental ‘battle’ nomenclature. After all, a bunch of Indians launched a surprise attack on a bunch of white people, killing many and holding others ransom. What kind of sick people would do that? Oh wait.

And hey, what was wrong with the old monument, commissioned by gazillionaire Chicagoan George Pullman back in 1893?

'the savages... what do they have to be angry about?'

'the savages... what do they have to be angry about?'

But we all know how depressing our nation’s history is. The main story lies with the reenactors. They got me up out of bed on a Saturday morning. Here’s a Woman:

tending to hearth and home as the alderman reads the 'Whereas's

tending to hearth and home as the alderman reads the 'Whereas's of the dedication

And here’s the mob scene around the newly-unveiled plaque, with the Soldiers providing a stellar photo-op:

'get out of the way, woman-- that one's mine!'

'get out of the way, woman-- the one in the hat is mine!'

I didn’t get a picture of the few folks reenacting for the Other Side, but even if I did, it would be harder to make fun of them.

Did You Know? Reenactors specialize by time period. Therefore, don’t insult a War of 1812 reenactor by assuming he also does the Civil War.

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