Charleston Exceeds Expectorations
As an esteemed member of the Rebecca Motte Chapter of the Daughters of the American Revolution, I count myself among those ladies whose male ancestors fought in the America’s War for Independence (or, as some of my British friends term it, the American Rebellion.) It is supposed to be a blue blood group…….I have always wondered why they stooped to admit me.
My chapter meets at a Building of Charleston Importance That Will Be Covered in a Future Episode of This Blog. They flock together at odd times. Like Mondays at 10:30am. Meaning the last time I went to a meeting, a four-hundred-year-old woman asked me if I was there to deliver my award-winning high school history essay to the group.
After getting into a
cat fight legal battle with the City of Charleston over who actually owned the contents of the room in which they met, the austere Southern ladies outdid themselves so spectacularly that I almost decided to rearrange my schedule to watch the carnage attend the meetings.
One DAR doyenne challenged the other to a duel. To be historically accurate in the terms of the revolutionary period, a code duello. In historic times, a duel was a matter of honor, a structured bout between gentlemen, with second men and negotiations and secrecy and sometimes even death by gunshot wound.
This Charleston duel was one without pistols. Instead, one genteel Southern lady allegedly spat upon the other.
It was a case that had the judge scared to put himself between Spitter and Spittee. One that had an attorney defining with pedantic detail the modes and methods by which people can accidentally, without meaning to cause offense, spew saliva on unwitting victims.
The state regent at the time said, “Most of our ladies are very, very polite. It’s just a very, very unfortunate experience.”
A very, very Southern take on one of Charleston’s most Recent Unpleasantnesses.
This post is part of a series on Charleston, South Carolina, the place I consider my hometown. A local’s-eye-view. Take notes, potential visitors. The first post in the series is here.