Southern Spies in the Ivy League

Letter From the Lower Right

Several recent letters from readers outside the South have contained clippings and firsthand reports about the progress of Our Nation's cause. I hope my correspondents don't mind, but I've come to think of them as a sort of intelligence service, even sometimes as a Fifth Column.

One expatriate, for instance, sent along a brochure for a Boston bank. Its cover shows a yuppie couple on their boat, sipping wine against a backdrop of the Boston skyline, enjoying the good life that their savings or low-interest loan has made possible. On the bow of the boat, so inconspicuous that it presumably escaped the bank's notice, is a rebel flag decal. My spy labeled the photograph: "The Confederate Navy in Boston Harbor."

Keep those cards and letters coming, folks.

A couple of less cheering reports have come in from the Ivy League—one each, as it happens, from Yale and Harvard.

At Yale, as you may know, there is a residential college named for John C. Calhoun, class of 1804. I've never visited Calhoun College, but it sounds like a sort of oasis in the poststructuralist wasteland of New Haven. In a devil-may-care display of speciesism, for instance, its oak-paneled dining hall is adorned with Old South hunting pictures.

"Above the great fireplace at the end of the room," my correspondent reports, "hangs a portrait of the Great...

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