"Make no mistake" – you made several, actually.
From: wildbill4dixie@yahoo.com
I was wondering when I was going to come upon an MLK worshipper this year who couldn’t seem to mind his own business. It was a bit late in coming but finally I found one.

From: wildbill4dixie@yahoo.com
To: bwalton100@hotmail.com
First, Forrest didn’t set out to massacre black union soldiers. You obviously know little of the man because if he wanted you dead you can rest assured that you would be dead. Had it been his intent to massacre black soldiers, 65 of them would not have walked out of there alive.
Second, there are two sides to every story, and unlike you, I’ve actually read some accounts of the affair. The Confederate side said that during a short cease-fire during which Forrest sent a note to the fort’s commander asking him to surrender, that black soldiers mounted the fort’s parapet and behaved in a somewhat odd manner given the fact that they were surrounded and outnumbered 4-1. They taunted the Confederates. Later, when the fort was overrun, Confederate officers noticed opened barrels of whiskey with drinking gourds in them. Most likely a good number of them were drunk. But black men would never get drunk now, would they? Nah!?
Third – "All we ask is to be left alone." These words were uttered by Jeff Davis, Alexander Stephens, Mary Chestnut, Judah Benjamin, Pat Cleburne and countless others. If you can’t understand what those words mean, then you’re probably a Yankee at heart. That’s what the south fought for, the right to go its own way. There was no need to start a shooting war over slavery. All the South wanted was to go in peace. The North would not let it. That’s what the war was about.
And, as regards the oh-so-holy Martin Luther King Day, here are some of the things I think of each year when that day rolls around:
1 – While today he seems to have been elevated to sainthood, I seem to remember that not everyone liked him when he was alive, and that many, including those who supported the civil rights movement distrusted him. One of the nice things about getting older is that you can remember things that younger people have to read about in history books. Since I remember him and have distinct recollections of him, it’s much harder for modern day saint-makers to shove bullsh** past my nose without me smelling it.
2 – I remember him being a serial philanderer and I remember after his death that his FBI file was sealed by a federale judge until 2027, a time when those of us who remember his less than stellar qualities are dead and buried. That alone should raise eyebrows but folks today have been so well indoctrinated that no one is able to think critically or independently any more.
3 – As a teenager, I remember wondering how odd it was that a man who preached "non-violence" as much as he did should have violence following him as surely as the plague follows the rat. I remember wondering if the violence that was sometimes perpetrated against those who demonstrated for his causes was actually something that he wanted and sought to provoke in order to gain public sympathy for his cause. I also remember wondering what kind of individual it must be who could be so callous as to use this kind of strategy? And I remember as an adult, finding out more about his philandering and plagiarizing, and coming up with an answer to that question – it takes a dishonest individual with no moral compass.
Finally, every MLK day, I marvel at how many sanctimonious gasbags who revere him simply cannot mind their own business and let others alone (see: "all we ask is to be left alone."). I don’t run around every 3rd Monday in January telling people that they should not celebrate his birthday. Not everyone sees things the way I do and I have no right to force my opinions on someone else. So then, why is it that you MLK worshippers simply cannot sit back and enjoy your happy little holy day without pestering others? It would seem that the war is still on. And no, it’s not about slavery, it’s about particular type of person who just can’t seem to leave other people alone – you!
Bill Vallante
Commack, NY