Zebulon B. Vance Birthplace
As expected, Confederate Flag hating Yankee Republican Governor Mike McCory of North Carolina would hold true to his form by placing a number of Confederate Historical sites on his chopping block. The most notable being the historical birth place of the Honorable Governor Zebulon B. Vance / Colonel CSA 26th North Carolina, and the monument erected in his honor on the City Square is also reported to be on the chopping blocks.
On Saturday morning, April 6, 2013, I would post the Third National Flag of the Confederate States of America on the traffic Island at the corner of Merrimon Avenue and Reems Creek Road in Weaverville, North Carolina that leads to the Governors birth place. I would tell the many who would ask that I had come in support of the home place remaining open to the many who not only visited, but for those who use its facilities to show case their Southern Heritage.
I would return again to the traffic island on Sunday morning, April 7, 2013, don in the uniform of the Southern soldier with the Naval Jack in hand. As was the case of the day before, I would be humbled by the words of praise, the shouts of we love you, the calling out of my name, the encouraging words that came from so many Black and White folks. However, before I could get a case of the "Big Head", A middle aged white woman would pull adjacent to me, miss two green lights and in her Northern vernacular asked of me; how could you’se be standing there dressed like that, and waving that flag that caused your people so much harm?
I would first thank my Lord and Master, Jesus Christ, for giving me the opportunity on this fine Sunday morning to answer the question posed by this Northern lady. Mam, what harm are you talking about, I would ask? Before she could reply; I told her that this beautiful Flag had only been in existence for four years, and for that four year period, my African ancestors, freed or indentured, served honorably under the symbol of the Southern Cross. They made the implements of war, provided the food stuffs for General Lee’s army, stayed at home and help protect their home places the best they could while the men were away, went off to war with him, served loyally by his side, fought by his side, and far too many times brought his remains, or that of his sons back home through enemy lines to the thanks and adoration he would receive from his Southern family and his Mistress whose despair seemed to be lighted because of the task accomplished in bringing her relative home.
Mam, just as you martyred Lincoln, a man that was hated by his own Cabinet, and Northern public; with distortions and lies, you come here with your complicity in the economic institution of slavery, and false sense of virtuosity that you somehow saved me and my kind, and that I should over look that the Union Jack had far more to do with the economic institution of Chattel slavery and high disregard of the African people before, during the period of reconstruction and now here in the 21st century as you use the African people as your weapon of choice for the Southern social and cultural genocide expressed by the likes of Thaddeus Stephens. You and your kind come amongst us stirring up trouble between Southern Black and Southern White folk, telling our children that it is wrong to say yes sir, no sir , thank you mam, please, no more for them– Our Father who art in Heaven, hallow be thy name to start their day, no longer can they take pride in wearing the Southern Cross or to fly it on their tricycles and bicycles as was the case in the Jim Crowe South that the Northern White majority Supreme Court ushered in as the law of the land against the opposition of one former Southern plantation owner who didn’t believe that the people of the South needed to be separated in the body politic.
I shall be a patriot as Lee asked of us under the high jack symbol of the Union Jack, but don’t ask me to be a traitor to my homeland and the legacy of my ancestors who stood by his Southern family because you control the propaganda and can deliver a tale of lies. She would finally pull off looking somewhat in a state of bewilderment to the shouts of the rebel yell from a car behind her. God bless you.
Zebulon B. Vance Birthplace