An Open Report & Open Letter / Ole Miss And The Trump Rally in Asheville, North Carolina
From: HK Edgerton (email@example.com)
Date: Tue, Sep 13, 2016
Subject: An Open Report & Open Letter / Ole Miss And The Trump Rally in Asheville, North Carolina
To: siegels1 (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Dear Ms. Lunelle,
On Saturday morning, September 10, 2016, alongside the Honorable George Odom Johnson, we would make our way approximately six blocks to the Confederate soldiers monument on the Square in
downtown Oxford, Mississippi. All the while returning the shouts, posing for pictures and accepting much praise from those who passed us by as we made our way, George carrying a rather
large Mississippi State flag and I the Confederate Battle flag.
We would be joined at the monument by the Honorable Ms. Joy Redwine, who also carried the Mississippi State flag. I suppose that some scalawag, or Yankee, couldn’t take the display of love,
conversations, honking of car horns and the continuous sound of the Rebel Yell from those who either stopped or passed us by. Shortly thereafter, a Deputy Sheriff appeared, and said in a rather
gruff and menacing tone; y’all are going to have to git off these grounds now!
Why, George would ask? Several City Police have not only passed before us, but have also returned our waves and salutes given. They don’t have any jurisdiction here, he went on to say, and I
am not going to ask you again to leave. And, you don’t have a permit to protest. Ms. Redwine would chide in, Officer, this is not a protest. George and I are standing here with the State flags,
and surely Mr. Edgerton standing beside the Confederate soldiers monument with their Colors in hand is no protest.
We have received a complaint about you being here, and my supervisor sent me here to remove you and I shall. After an inquiry, he would tell us his supervisor was Assistant Chief Deputy
Scott Miller. Much to their chagrin, I told everyone that we should go across the street to the public easement, and fight this wrong another day. Not long afterwards with the accompaniment of
three young girls don in their dresses of the red colors of Ole Miss., we marched onto the campus of Ole Miss.
The scene was breathtaking; tents set up on nearly every inch of ground, thousands of people in a sea of red dresses. It would take us almost an hour to make our way to the free speech zone
that lie only 100 yards away. As we posed for pictures, so many, many hugs and words of appreciation for our presence. Many would chide bring our flag in reference to the State flag being taken
down and the memory of those who had championed the Confederate cause.
In all the years of championing the cause of the South, its heritage and the men and women who stood against the illegal invasion of our homeland, I cannot remember such an outright display
of love placed upon my person and that of Mr. Johnson and Ms. Redwine; it can only be described as grandiose. And I must give praise to the City and Campus Police for their honorable demeanor
and protection to all.
Not even the arrival of Allen Coon, whom reminded me of Snidley Whiplash, a character in Rocky and BullWinkle’s Dudley DoRight cartoon series. Snidley was always tying Ms. Nell to the
railroad tracks. George and Ms. Redwine would remark, HK, he is the one who triggered the events that led to the removal of the State flag from campus, and bringing those of the Black Lives Matter here.
The crowd of people standing beside us suddenly moved away as if someone had dumped a bag of dog poop in our midst. I asked this young White boy, why did he do it? His gibberish only led to
one conclusion. He did it for the sole reason to draw some attention to his pathetic life. Someone would come and ask if we would take a picture with them? Coon would excuse himself with a
promise that he would return to finish our conversation. He never returned.
Shortly thereafter, I would find myself in conversation with a Black man who was a Professor of American History at the school. Dr. Johnson, I believe was his name. He just could not come to
terms that a Black man would be not only carrying the Southern Cross, but also championing the Confederate cause. And I must admit that it was probably the most enjoyable conversation that I have
had with a critic of the war raged for Southern Independence.
The Doctor never once denied the atrocities committed by the Union army (total warfare), the Corwin Amendment, the suspension of the writ of habeas corpus by Lincoln, the Battle of the Craters,
the Missouri Compromise, the Louisiana Purchase, the outright bigotry of Lincoln, Jim Limber, and the slaves at President Davis’s Plantation, and on and on I would go with him. His only come back
was the leadership of the South to continue the economic institution of slavery as so promoted by the Vice President of the Confederacy, Alexander Stephenson and others. And that we should be
trying to move forward under the Stars and Stripes with forgiveness for its role in the past.
Finally, he would ask to be excused because he had only come on campus to do some much needed work, but some of his students had reported my presence alongside Mr. Johnson, and Ms. Redwine, and
he could not dismiss the challenge by some of his former students to confront me. He concluded that he still had not come to my thinking nor I to his, but it was significant that we had spoken.
I told him to go to my web site, www.southernheritage411.com, and to invite me to his history class and we could continue our conversation there.
He said that this semester he was teaching something else. We would shake hands and say goodbye. It had truly been a great day in Dixie for me.
After returning to the hotel, the Honorable General Paul McClaren would take me to supper, and I would find myself posing for more pictures for the staff at the restaurant, and trying very
hard to hold on to my new Dixie Outfitters shirt that depicts not only myself, but other Black Confederate soldiers, and the Southern Cross as well.
On Monday September 12, 2016, alongside my little brother Terry Lee, I would find myself wearing a different hat as we stood before another crowd at the rally of the Honorable Donald Trump in
my hometown of Asheville, N.C.. I am now hoarse as I would return the screams of the anti Trump crowd with the chant of run Donnie run, and Black Lives don’t matter to the many who within the
Black community continue to kill each other in unprecedented numbers like no people ever did to their own race.
I would be remiss in my duties if I did not thank Ms. Debbie Sidle and those she sent to aid me in my visit and stay in Mississippi. God bless you!
Honorary Life Member, Texas Division of the Sons of Confederate Veterans