Some shit never changes 
Edit for context: this is a letter from a woman named Eliza Clay, who inherited a collection of plantations in Southeast Georgia. Here were her thoughts after the war:
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a masterly inactivity being the wisest course.
some things never do change.Fuck it, saying it. Sherman didn’t go far enough.
Do it again, Uncle Billy.
I understand that since people believe the new system [share cropping] will work out admirably, but I think the theorists are a thousand miles off.
Okay, are you about to get into wage slavery? Are you about to advocate for expropriation of the wealth and status you gained on the backs of the hard labor of generations of slaves?
Those who see it, have no sanguine expectations - negroes are a lazy race, and very improvident.
TELL ME ABOUT ALL THAT HARD LABOR YOU DID TO GET ALL THAT LAND AND SILVER LADY. YOU MUST HAVE BEEN BREAKING YOU BACK ALL DAY HUH?
Don’t argue with people John Brown would have shot.
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Imagine her relief when after soul searching she discovered that the moral thing to do didn’t require any sacrifice or change.
Something all of us ought to reflect on more.
