Historically, Elizabethan English courtiers, royalty, as well as Victorian gentry and aristocrats, those gentlemen of the men's club gambled, smoked fine tobacco, and port and enjoyed dogfighting, cockfighting, dancing bears, and bets on animal cruelty as part of the benefits of rank, caste, and privilege afforded to white, Anglo-Saxons of the ruling class. The fine men had clean, unworked, hands.
They did not do manual labor because they were blessed by the Anglican church, to belonged to an elite group that were entitled to abuse lowly creature, dark savages, handicapped serfs, dark natives, or Irish emigrants or indentured servants. The tradition of Battle Royale, Toni Morrison's Beloved, Bluest Eye, or Bessie Smith, talk about the rights of the upper-class to enjoy the privileges of coon hunting and wear the klans ghostly garb, burn upside down crosses, desecrate men's bodies, burn Baptist Birmingham young girls on Sunday mornings, and run amok in the Selma uprisings. Gil Scott, the Mississippi Freedom Fighters, and the zealots of cruelty, cronyism, and the biblical revivals and Bible belt Neo-Nazis of the Replacement theorists that gleefully part their red hats next to Lena Horne's statues, or they place markers on Andrew Jackson's statues as Magna right-wingers pray for ICE, the gallant upside down power of the inverted statues of laws, traditions, and Est Tu Brutus in the goose-step of the chaos of hell.
