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A fotojournal about LIVING in Newark USA, New Jersey's largest and most cultured city, by the author of the foto-essay website RESURGENCE CITY: Newark USA.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Central Methodist Followup

Last week, I discussed the disappearance of Central Methodist Church due to a fire. This "Church Sunday" at Newark USA, I offer a bit more info about Central Methodist that my friend Julius Spohn (of the Old Newark Group) had to share.
Here is a little something I found ... in one of my files regarding Central Methodist Church. It is taken from the book: "HISTORY OF NEWARK" - Vol 2 - 1913:


One of the most memorable of all Independence Day celebrations in Newark should be that of 1863. The usual exercises were held in the Central Methodist Church on Market Street with the church packed with people. It was in the afternoon and it was breathlessly hot. One of the speakers was proceeding with his address when a hatless man, with a piece of paper in his hand, was noticed struggling to make his way through the crowd up the middle aisle to the pulpit. After a time he reached the platform and held up the paper to the speaker. The latter read it, and became dazed and momentarily unable to speak. Then another of those on the platform took the crumpled piece of paper, studied it a moment, and, with a face glowing with the deep joy of the moment, read it to the congregation. It was a telegram from Gettysburg and told of the repulse of what we now know as Pickett's charge, and that General Lee was in retreat. There was tense silence for an instant; everyone seemed incapable of expressing the emotions that thrilled them. Then, someone on the platform said: "Let us close the exercises by singing, 'Praise God, From Whom All Blessings Flow.'" The grand old hymn was sung as never before, by men and women with streaming eyes, and the throng moved out of the church just as a sound of cheering from the corners of Market and Broad streets arose and grew rapidly louder and louder until it swelled into a mighty roar of jubilation."
That book included this foto of Market Street from 1854.

For us, the (first) Civil War is old news of no importance. The Union won, and we moved on. It is instructive to read something like the narrative above, when people had no idea how things would turn out, and indeed the invasion of the North by the monster Robert E. Lee had millions fearing that slaver scum might actually win that hideous and appallingly difficult war.
Today, we have a TWICE-elected black President, but the viciousness of slaver scum is still very evident in the insane attacks upon that President as everything he is NOT ("Communist", "Socialist", "Kenyan" "foreigner", "Moslem") because they dare not say aloud what he IS. And the same evil slime who rose in revolt against the Union in 1860 are actually still threatening secession in 2013. Let us try to bring those lunatics to their senses with an image from the National Archives of what Richmond, Virginia, capital of the (old) Confederacy, looked like in 1865.

We should, at the end of the (first) Civil War, have killed, or at the very least castrated, every single Rebel, and spayed all their wives and girlfriends, then replaced all of those disloyal scum with immigrants, so there never thereafter would occur to anyone the thought that "the South will rise again".
If the same evil scum should dare to try another secessionist movement, we should be much more severe, and kill every single Rebel, male and female. Chop up for parts, for organ recipients, every one of them that has organs to transplant, and burn to death and then on to ash every one of them that does NOT have organs to transplant, then dump the ashes into secret areas of national forests so that those monsters finally do some good, as fertilizer. Americans must stop being toothless tigers against subhuman scum, and the traitors in statehouses across the Nation should picture their ignoble selves being confined, in straitjackets or just combustible ropes, to crematory retorts while alive, to be burned into fertilizer for noble trees.
It is, in any case, hard to understand how stone churches are destroyed by fire. Stone doesn't burn. So why are so many stone buildings destroyed by fire?
The further puzzle, in regard to the disappearance of Central Methodist Church in Downtown Newark, is how a great big stone church could just up and vanish but no one could remember what happened to it. It is a very telling commentary on how inconsequential any of us is in the grand scheme of things, that a church, focus of the communal prayer and regular gathering of hundreds of people, could disappear and not be missed. Central Methodist was destroyed by a fire in 1973. A mere forty years later, almost nobody knew it had ever existed. If an entire congregation could disappear without a trace, what chance has any of us as an individual to be remembered by anybody but relatives for even minutes after our deaths? — unless we do good works and leave monuments of importance after us, such as scholarships, buildings on a campus, a wing of a hospital, or some other tangible proof that we existed.

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