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War and peaceful day

Historical fiction rose to prominence in Europe during the early 19th century as part of the Romantic reaction to the Enlightenment, especially through the influence of the Scottish writer Sir Walter Scott, whose works were immensely popular throughout Europe. Among his early European followers we can find Willibald Alexis, Theodor Fontane, Bernhard Severin Ingemann, Miklós Jósika, Mór Jókai, Jakob van Lennep, Demetrius Bikelos, Enrique Gil y Carrasco, Carl Jonas Love Almqvist, Victor Rydberg, Andreas Munch, Alessandro Manzoni, Alfred de Vigny, Honoré de Balzac or Prosper Mérimée.[15][16][17][18][19] Jane Porter's 1803 novel Thaddeus of Warsaw is one of the earliest examples of the historical novel in English and went through at least 84 editions.[20] including translation into French and German,[21][22][23] The first true historical novel in English was in fact Maria Edgeworth's Castle Rackrent (1800).[24] In the 20th century György Lukács argued that Scott was the first fiction writer who saw history not just as a convenient frame in which to stage a contemporary narrative, but rather as a distinct social and cultural setting.[25] Scott's Scottish novels such as Waverley (1814) and Rob Roy (1817) focused upon a middling character who sits at the intersection of various social groups in order to explore the development of society through conflict.[26] Ivanhoe (1820) gained credit for renewing interest in the Middle Ages. Many well-known writers from the United Kingdom published historical novels in the mid 19th century, the most notable include Thackeray's Vanity Fair, Charles Dickens's A Tale of Two Cities, George Eliot's Romola, and Charles Kingsley's Westward Ho! and Hereward the Wake. The Trumpet-Major (1880) is Thomas Hardy's only historical novel, and is set in Weymouth during the Napoleonic wars,[27] when the town was then anxious about the possibility of invasion by Napoleon.[28] In the United States, James Fenimore Cooper was a prominent author of historical novels who was influenced by Scott.[29] His most famous novel is The Last of the Mohicans: A Narrative of 1757 (1826), the second book of the Leatherstocking Tales pentalogy.[30] The Last of the Mohicans is set in 1757, during the French and Indian War (the Seven Years' War), when France and Great Britain battled for control of North America. Cooper's chief rival,[31] John Neal, wrote Rachel Dyer (1828), the first bound novel about the 17th-century Salem witch trials.[32] Rachel Dyer also influenced future American fiction set in this period, like The Scarlet Letter (1850) by Nathaniel Hawthorne[33] which is one of the most famous 19th-century American historical novels.[34] Set in 17th-century Puritan Boston, Massachusetts during the years 1642 to 1649, it tells the story of Hester Prynne, who conceives a daughter through an affair and struggles to create a new life of repentance and dignity. In French literature, the most prominent inheritor of Scott's style of the historical novel was Balzac.[35] In 1829 Balzac published Les Chouans, a historical work in the manner of Sir Walter Scott.[36] This was subsequently incorporated into La Comédie Humaine. The bulk La Comédie Humaine, however, takes place during the Bourbon Restoration and the July Monarchy, though there are several novels which take place during the French Revolution and others which take place of in the Middle Ages or the Renaissance, including About Catherine de Medici and The Elixir of Long Life.

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A Black and poor man

I am driving down the street

with my 5-year-old nephew.

He, knocking back a juice

box, me, a Snapple, today

we are doing some real

manly shit. I love

watching his mind work.

He asks a million questions.

Uncle, how come the sky is blue?

Uncle, how do cars go?

Uncle, why can't dogs talk?

Uncle, uncle, uncle, he asks,

uncle, uncle, uncle, he asks

uncle, repeatedly,

as if his voice box is

a warped record. I try

to answer all of his questions.

It's because the way

the sun lights up outer space.

It's because the engines

make the wheels roll.

It's because their brains aren't

made like ours. Yes.

Yes. No. Yes. No. No. I think so.

He smiles at me, then

looks out the window,

spots a cop car, says,

"Uncle, 5-0," and immediately

drops his seat to hide.

I am unhappy

with how we raise our Black boys.

Don't like that

he learned to hide

from the cops before

he knew how to read.

Angrier that his survival

depends more on

his ability to deal

with the "authorities"

than it does literacy.

I yell at him: Get up.

In this car, in this family,

we are not afraid

of the law.

I wonder if he hears

the uncertainty in my voice.

Is today the day he learns

how uncle lies,

that I am more human

than hero?

We both know the truth

is far more complex than

do not hide. We both know

Black boys disappear. Names lost.

Both know this is no accident.

It's a mass lynching in auto tune

and on auto drive. We both

know the truth is far

more dangerous than that.

Know too many Trayvon Martins,

Oscar Grants, too many Sean Bells,

Abner Louimas, and Amadou Diallos.

Know too well that we are

the hard-boiled sons of Emmett Till.

Still, we both know

it's not about whether or not

the shooter is racist,

it's about how poor Black males

are treated as problems

before we are treated as people.

Black boys, who are failed

by the education system long before

we fail in the classroom,

can't afford to play cops

and robbers when we're always considered the latter,

don't have the luxury

of playing war

when we're already in one.

Where I'm from,

seeing cop cars drive

down the street feels a lot

like low-flying planes in New York.

Routine traffic stops are more

like mine fields, any wrong moves

could very well mean your life.

How do I tell my nephew to stand

up for himself, when Black men

are murdered every day for being

strong. I tell him, be careful. Be smart.

Know your laws. Be courteous,

be aware of how quickly your hands move

to pocket for wallet or ID, and

even more aware of how quickly

the officer's hand moves to gun.

Be Black. Be a boy and have fun,

because you will be forced to

become a man much quicker

than you need to.

"Uncle," he asks, "what happens

if the police is really mean?"

And, it scares me to

know that he, like

so many Black boys,

is getting ready for a war

I can't prepare him for.

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