It's a term for collective unreliable memories or things thought to be collective unreliable memories. A popular one is that Eli Whitney, inventor of the cotton gin, was black.
He wasn't. In this case it's based on a subtle pre-internet, pre "fake news media BIAS!" conflation, appearing in textbooks going back to the 80's. Whitney was unlikely to have invented the apparatus himself..it's simply that those who would have understood the task well enough to tool it, by and large, were not able to hold patents, as they were slaves. The historical acknowledgement that slave IP is likely to be the origin of the cottin gins apparatus, and the cotton gins proximity to the narrative of slavery further reenforces the misapprehension.
We have good reason to be mistaken here, because it's what we were taught...sort of.
He wasn't. In this case it's based on a subtle pre-internet, pre "fake news media BIAS!" conflation, appearing in textbooks going back to the 80's. Whitney was unlikely to have invented the apparatus himself..it's simply that those who would have understood the task well enough to tool it, by and large, were not able to hold patents, as they were slaves. The historical acknowledgement that slave IP is likely to be the origin of the cottin gins apparatus, and the cotton gins proximity to the narrative of slavery further reenforces the misapprehension.
We have good reason to be mistaken here, because it's what we were taught...sort of.
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