Some of you northern thinking folks might find this interesting. H. K. Edgerton is an ambassador for Southern Confederate history. You'll notice he is far from dissapointed concerning his heritage.
Subject: March Across Dixie Re-Union/ An Open Report/
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Southern Heritage 411
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> Tuesday morning December 11, 2007, I would arrive in Weatherford, Texas
> where later that evening, I would dine with and later speak to
> members of
> the Governor Sam Lanham Camp #586 of the Sons of Confederate Veterans
> alsongside other members of the public which would include a one Mr.
> Bud
> Kennedy,a local news reporter who had become notorious for
> lambashing the
> Southern Cross, and those who would defend her.
>
> I believe Mr. Kennedy to be somewhat surprised at the show of love, and
> awards of recognition that these folks he and many others had
> dipicted as
> racist , cynical and somewhat evil would bestow upon a handsome old
> gray
> haired Black man on this evening. Not far into my speech, I would in
> my most
> diplomatic tone, warn Mr. Kennedy that if he did not report
> accurately the
> events and message that he would witness on this evening; I would be
> standing in front of his office, in my uniform, with my Flag, until
> he did.
>
> I don't know if it was the part of my speech that I purported that
> it was
> trained cadre of Black folks all across the South that made the
> implements
> of war for the Southern army, and provided the food stuffs to keep
> it fed,
> or the part where I said that loyal Black folks stayed at home and
> protected
> those plantations alongside the Southern White woman because most of
> the men
> were away, or the part where I said that Black folks had earned a
> place of
> honor and dignity alongside the man he not only called Master,but also
> family and friend, whether it had been in the field of battle, or at
> his
> side in the cotton fields, sugar or beet fields; with not only the
> axe and
> horse as his tools of choice, but the Christian Bible which would
> guide them
> both to a love for one another in lieu of the economic institution of
> slavery that had bound them together, or the part that I said it was
> members
> of his media that made heroes of Jessee and Al who had gone to a
> place like
> Jena, and armed with the very same Reconstruction modus operandi
> used with
> the establishment of the so called Freedmens Bureau and the Public
> School
> system in the South, had depicted a people because they were White
> Southerners as being racist, and tried to shame both white and black
> folks
> from speaking to each other who had developed loving relations for a
> life
> time; and furthermore I would tout; I too had been to Jena, and
> armed with
> only the Confederate Battle Flag and a loyal White friend who only
> wanted to
> be called a Son of a Confederate Veteran and my brother, had stood
> in the
> same spot where Al, Jessee and the New Black Panther Party whose
> message was
> to hate Whitey, embraced a loving and kind people, or if it was the
> part
> where I said that it was high time for this nation to pay it's bills
> to the
> Southern people; they had been an honorable lot who had from lack of
> want or
> desire enetered into an economic institution called slavery, and had
> looked
> around and found a people whose station appeared to be more
> civilized and
> humane than the one they had been forced from, and far better in most
> instances than those of other European lands, to include their very own
> North, or just maybe it was the part where I said that had the South
> been
> left alone; the African people under the tutorage of the Southern
> White man,
> were on a coarse of greatness and social vertical mobility
> unheralded in the
> course of humane events.
>
> I could go on with what it might have been what I said. However,
> needles to
> say, whatever it was, to this very day, Mr. Kennedy who would pose with
> pictures with me and others who had gathered on this night, and even
> leave a
> donation at the traditional passing of the hat, has never written
> one single
> word about the night that a Black Confederate came to town.
>