An Open Letter & Open Report / Saint Patrick Day Parade
From: “HK Edgerton” (hk.edgerton@gmail.com)
Date: Mar 16, 2017
Subject: An Open Letter & Open Report / Saint Patrick Day Parade
To: “siegels1” (siegels1@mindspring.com)Dear Ms. Lunelle,
Today, Thursday, March 16, 2017, I would arrive in Hardeeville, South Carolina a day early for my participation alongside the Colcock Camp of the Sons of Confederate Veterans and others in the Saint Patrick Day Parade to be held up the road in Savannah, Georgia. Figured that I might as well head into downtown Hardeeville, South Carolina, and post the colors of the Southern soldier.
Figured that since I was also early to meet with Mr. & Mrs. Linsky, who had secured my room for the night, that I might as well head into downtown Hardeeville, and post the colors of the Southern soldier. No sooner had I pulled the Battle flag from my car than a young Black man, who was intently watching as I unfurled it, began to make his way to where I stood beside my car.
“Mr. Edgerton,” he exclaimed! “I have always wanted to meet you. And, here you are! Why are you here,” he would ask? “There is nothing in Hardeeville, but, I’ll tell you this; Our former Governor, Ms. Haley, was dead wrong for accusing the battle flag for what Dylan Roof did. And, if slavery was her reason, I wonder what she has to say about all those flags flying over the United Nations building that were complicit in the African slave trade. I’ve been thinking about writing her about just how offended I am about them, and Lincoln’s monument on the Capitol Mall.
“I know that I don’t have to give you a history lesson on Lincoln, the same man who would send many of the African people who were freedmen, and those who had been emancipated, to an island in Haiti where they would perish. A place that, I might add, was cursed after the salve revolt there. He was said to be against slavery; however, if one studies him, he and most of the Northern people just wanted to rid the North of the presence of the African people, and leave the North for its White citizens.”
By the time Joseph finished giving me a history lesson, it was almost time for me to meet with the Linskys. He pointed me in the direction of a restaurant where I would have lunch. And later that evening, I would have supper with the Linskys and several members of the Colcock Camp of the Sons of Confederate Veterans, and members of their family.
I don’t know if there is any chicken left on this side of the world. I look very much forward to the Saint Patrick Day Parade in the morning. God bless you!
Your brother,
HK
Kentucky Colonel
