An Open Report / Confederate Heritage Month
Sent: Thursday, April 17, 2008 10:31 AM
In honor of Confederate Heritage Month, I have marched some five to miles daily carrying the Confederate Battle Battle Flag.On Friday morning, April 11, 2008, NAS Car would arrived in my home town of Asheville, North Carolina with their History on Wheels Exhibit.On Sunday morning, April 13, 2008, I would adorn the uniform of the Southern soldier, and pick up the Sons of Confederate Veterans NAS Car protest Battle Flag that was designed by Grayson Jennings of the Sons National Heritage Defense Committee. I would position myself adjacent to that exhibit in protest of their presence. An interview that was produced by Richard Bernier of URT Cable Channel can be seen on you tube: Part 1 ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wz3dRLycdhs ), Part 2: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rvvEh8vjz4) on line tonight Thursday, April 17, 2008. Mr.Bernier can be contacted by email at: firstname.lastname@example.org
Cherokee High School, Canton, Ga. Protest
Several days ago, I would be made privy to a confidential letter from a student at Cheeroke High School in Canton Georgia. It reads as follow: I am a kid that attends Cheeroke High School in Cheeroke County Georgia. On 04-14-08, we had a Talent Show, and for one of the talents, a couple of boys thought it would be fun to do a country band. During their demonstration, a boy in the audience holds up a Confederate flag to show his supportfor his friends in the band. Out of no where, all of the Black kids started booing and flipping us off and calling us honkies and crackers. We felt threatened and uncomfortable. Before all of this, we have not been able to wear any clothing with the Confederate flag on it. All of this happening has made it much worse for us students that are proud of our Southern Heritage. Please help us to get our rights back, and to spread the message that the Confederate flag is not racist of any kind. Please help us! Please contact me soon.
On Thursday, April 17, 2008, I would travel to Canton, Georgia and station myself outside the front doors of Canton High School while brandishing the Confederate Battle flag. I would soon be approached by a young Black police officer who identified himself as the school Resource officer. He would tell me that he had no problem with me being there, but just wanted to know why, and did I not know what the flag had done. I told him of as many glorious moments of the flag and the place of honor and dignity that folks that looked like he and I had earned under this glorious banne; only to have that honor highjacked during the twelve year period of so called Reconstruction, and especially with the establishment of the public school system that he now served which continues to this very day to lead that charge of eradicating that honor and glorious heritage. Before I could continue with the education of this young man, I would find myself surrounded by a mutlitude of Canton’s finest police officers and a gentleman who declared himself to be the head of security for the school. He would be the first to speak, and told me in no uncertain terms that I would have to remove myself from the sidewalk in front of the school. He went on to say that I was causing a major upheavel within the confines of the school, and that far too many of the staff in particular were agitated by my presence.
I told him that if the staff at the school would teach the truth to the students about my flag and what had happened here in the South during the four year period that they went to war against their brothers to include the love that exisited between my grandpa and the Black man who now stood before me who proclaimed to be Souther; I could be enjoying this sunny day on the golf course. After telling me what a fine officer the Black man was and that he could depend on him watching his back in any situation; the nice White police officer who appeared to be the ranking member, asked me if I would go across the street to appease the administration of the school. I told him just how much respect that I had for the men and women that wore his uniform , but I had come to cause as much discomfort to that staff as they had caused for my Southern babies because of their cowardice to be politically correct and fear to teach the truth to those babies. I told him that I would move if I was breaking the law or if he insisted. He said that he would not insist because as long as I did not stand on the schools property, I was within my rights to be their, and furthermore if I needed his departments assistance that I could call on him. The head of security for the school warned me not to talk to any of the school’s students and stormed away.
I would be shortly joined by Mr. Mike McAlpin, the Editor of the Southern Sentiinel and 2nd Lt.Commander of the Colonel Hiram Parks Bell Camp #1642 of the Sons of Confederate Veterans, a Camp that I am a proud member of. Mike and I would not only bask in the adoration of the many passerby’s, but hold many interesting conversations with those who would stop. One young Black man who worked in a restaurant across the street would tell me that he was so proud to see me standing there with the flag because as a former student of the school, he and others were never told about the Black man who had served in the Confederate army. One young White lady who worked for the Canton Pyschological Center told us that as she passed us by on her way to work; God told her to turn around. She said to me that she could not believe her eyes. There standing on the corner, a Black man brandishing the Confederate flag. She told us of some White folks that she had known who used it out of hate against Blacks. I told her that had she known of the honor that Black folks had earned under that banner, she would have known what to say to them for their actions. She said that the school that I stood in front of, she also had attended and they never spoke of the many things that I would tell her about the subject matter. Another middle age Black lady would stop, and inquire of my presence and after a short dialogue, would give me a great big hug and thank me for making an honorable stand for the young man and the people of the South as well.
Mike and I heard a distinct Rebel Yell from the students behind us shortly before lunch. We turned around to see a group of young White students pumping their fists in the air as they walked towards a group of young Black students. One young White student said to the Black students; what did we tell you,there are Black people who fly our flag, it belongs to all of us. Soon they were all shouting out the Rebel Yell ,and embracing each other. Mike and I were so proud. We knew that a great part of todays mission had beeen accomplished.It had been a great day in Dixie. I want to thank the Southern Legal Resource Center for as usual its help in defining my legal position as I stood before those who would demand that I leave, Dixie Outfitters for the beautiful garb that I wore and certainly Mike McAlpin and the Hiram Parks Bell Camp of the Sons for it’s support.