You can't just...review The Clansman. You can't apply the perfectly lovely star system provided by Goodreads that indicates your pleasure taken, your appreciation of the literary craft. The Clansman has craft and provides intrigue but...dude, it's a story of how necessary it was to organize the Ku Klux Klan to keep post-Civil War white folks from being brutalized by bitter Northern conquerors and their black lackeys.
The Klan are the good guys in this story. What are we supposed to do with THIS?
I'm going to tell you about this story, because it WAS well written enough that I not only fell into the plot, but understood the politics Dixon was trying to lay out for the common man to understand. That's actually quite a feat, I hate politics.
Dixon gives us a cast (the "romance" part) of white folks, both Yankees and Rebels. All are honorable and kind. The Yankee smart strong nurse who doesn't care whose side of the war her patients were on, since the war just ended we're ALL Americans again. The genteel, dignified but strong as steel Southern belles who remain gracious and godly in their tattered dresses. Brave good-natured young soldiers from both sides, all of whom are someone's human brother or son. Dixon (who was, among other things, a preacher) establishes that he is capable of empathy and values virtue, which makes the rest of his story all the more shocking.
The villain of the piece is a Senator named Stoneman. He hates the South for their treachery and will do anything to see them punished. His friend President Abraham Lincoln, tells him to chill out. He says he has not "conquered" the South, but he has reclaimed his own nation. They will not be punished, they will be enveloped back into the American fold as prodigal sons.
Stoneman (and this is where it get's trippy...cuz Stoneman's a total asshole) demands the Black Man have rights, all the rights and more, of the white men. Lincoln says that's impossible. Two races have never lived peacefully, one always conquers the other. Lincoln says without slavery to hold the social ranks in place, he intends to deport the black folks back to tropical climates and help them colonize their own new homes. Which makes the Great Emancipator sound like a racist douche, right? But it's true, historically. Lincoln wasn't particularly anti-slavery. He just suspected black folks and white folks could never get along on equal footing.
Doesn't matter what Lincoln thought, cuz he gets killed and Stoneman gets his way. Then our story gets ugly. Reconstruction, the period of brutal treatment of the South following the War, begins.
Reconstruction seems to be an attempt to defile the corpse of an already dead land. Taxes are high enough to starve the survivors of this war ground. Black men are given the vote but white Southerns are traitors and cannot have it. Black men are given positions of authority over their formal masters, and counseled that they are just as good as white men and to act like it.
Which is right and good and true...but not in Dixon's world! How can these black people be put in authority, he asks. This is a horrible and cruel farce. Dixon points out that African slaves were taken from a continent rich in gold and diamonds the Africans never found or used them. That Africans never even figured out how to invent the wheel, much less any innovation or invention to add to the world. He posited that through biology or God's will or whatever, they simply were NOT as advanced as the other races on our planet. Not their fault, but they can't be on equal footing with white people. They biologically just cannot.
There are mulattoes in this book and they are the worst. They are haughty and smooth, manipulative with the intelligence of their white ancestors clashing with the bestial nature of their black ancestors. (Dixon doesn't dwell on how these mulattoes came to be born in the first place, but in the history he's created it was most certainly the work of devious slave women seducing their masters, probably with witchcraft. Statistical records that seem to indicate a lot of raped fourteen year old girls don't make an appearance. There is no indication that there ever was such a thing as a cruel slave-owner.) And the fully black ex-slaves, who are now uniformed soldiers carrying the guns white men are not allowed to have...they are described in the harshest physical terms I've ever read...deformed, bloated apes, purple engorged lips and cro-magnon brows and their own peculiar awful smell. Dixon just oozes hate.
He also makes it clear that the Yankees don't actually care one bit about the welfare of black people. They just want to humiliate and punish The South, and the best way to do that is give control to the ex-slaves, who they know will run amok like children and drive an already defeated people into the ground. Every governmental office in some states was filled by a Freedman, whom, Dixon notes, was usually illiterate, power-drunk, and completely ignorant of how his job was supposed to be done.
Then the book gives us a new character, the sweetest and most adored teenage girl in the whole village, and her loving mother. They, like all the other Southerners we meet, have maintained genial Southern warmth and dignity despite their shoddy clothes and hungry bellies. So of course that young girl is brutally gang raped by her father's old slaves. The next morning the mother and daughter work together to clean up all evidence of the attack and leap off a cliff together, sparing the daughter a lifetime of misery and, allowing her to die with her name unbesmirched.
Well, that tears it. Enter the Clan...which stars all the beloved characters of the story in one way or another, who've been secretly gathering strength as the indignities against them grow to unbearable proportion.
The men ride to avenge. They will no longer be terrorized by the angry animals seeking revenge on the masters who treated them with benevolence, the masters who were following Biblical law regarding slaves, the masters who thought of them as "family." All the bad black men are killed or scared out of office and out of town. They meekly and with cringingly written duplicity happily go back to declaring themselves "simple niggers." The south didn't rise again. Well, Coca-cola is based in Atlanta so that's something.
So what do we do with a book like The Clansman?
If you want to understand the world, and be wise, I think you have to really understand the people you disagree with. People rarely do things because they are evil, or even stupid. They have REASONS. They think they are good, and right, and they have evidence for their beliefs.
The Clansman takes you to a place you won't be able to find anywhere else. Where someone of education and historical knowledge and close experience (Dixon was born just before the War ended and grew up during Reconstruction), tells you why they think the way they do. How thoughts that are stomach turning ignorance to us today, could be reasonably believed then.
This is propaganda, of course. There is only one side told here. But, that's when you realize, right or wrong, you've grown up only hearing one side as well. We just never considered there WAS another side to "is the Klan a good thing?" "Was the South nice in the days of slavery?" "Did ex-slaves ever do anything wrong?" The answer is automatically...who cares?
And that's a fair enough answer. The evil of it all can obliterate the desire to understand deeper. But, if you truly want to know how people could hate another race so viciously, how racial animosity on both sides can still run at full boil 150 years after the end of slavery...this book is a good start. This is raw and uncensored, unapologetic information, perhaps recon from the enemy camp. But it is legitimate knowledge. Though I can't blame you if you don't have the stomach for it.
* I listened to this via public domain audiobook. It was narrated by a pleasant voiced older southern woman, probably not a professional actor, named Michele Fry. She was somehow absolutely perfect. She kept an amazing neutrality, without being dull, as she told such an alarming and upsetting story.