An Open Letter & Open Report / Saint Patrick Day Parade, Savannah, Georgia
From: “HK Edgerton” (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Date: Mar 20, 2017
Subject: An Open Letter & Open Report / Saint Patrick Day Parade, Savannah, Georgia
To: “siegels1” (email@example.com)
Dear Ms. Lunelle,
Early Friday morning, March 17, 2017, alongside the Honorable Michael Skinner, his dad, his friend Leon, all members of the Colcock Camp of the Sons of Confederate Veterans would arrive in downtown Savannah, Georgia to participate in the Saint Patrick Day Parade.
I can only characterize the activities leading up to the parade as one in which was filled with love shown to those of us in the Confederate contingent, as one we are generally swamped by not only other participants and those attending as spectators with request for pictures and comments of support.
I would, after several hours of waiting for the start of the parade, plop myself down beside a group of about eight young Black men who were don in the uniforms of the St. Francis Military Academy, which now covered up most of the park grounds.
It would not take long before I was engaged in a conversation of trash talking about all the attention I was receiving from all the pretty girls wanting to take pictures with me; never mind that the one who was doing most of the talking had, moments before, taken a selfie with me.
Shortly thereafter, one young White boy from the school would join in on our conversation, interjecting his White folk guilt scenario of what caused the War for Southern Independence, and what caused Black folks to give their undying support to the South, and its army, and why the South was responsible for the loss of over six hundred thousand lives. I just let the rope get longer around his neck.
He would ask me a question, and before I could respond, he would answer it. I finally asked him, was he a Yankee; only to learn that he was from Savannah? To the woo’s and ahhs from his peers, I would put a historical whipping on him.
After I told them that I had walked to Texas don in the uniform of the Southern soldier while carrying the Christian Cross of St. Andrew, of which I had to give them a history lesson about; nah would be a unanimous reply from the group. I promptly whipped out my Southern Heritage 411 business cards, and the smart phones came out. It was time to go. They thanked me profusely, and wished me a Happy St. Patrick Day. Some even expressed wanting to talk to me again.
The parade was more of the same reaching out from the people with love to the Confederate contingent, as it always is in these events. We are generally the recipients of the loudest cheers, hugs, kisses and showered with much praise.
And, for those of the social media who would report that the firing of the soldiers arms as an act of terror, I can only say – go get a life!
All along the way, the Confederate soldier is prompted from the throngs of people to fire their guns! And, from the moment that the Commander gives the order for high elevation to fire, the crowd readies itself to scream and holler and shout and mostly cheer to the delight of all!
As for me, one of the Color Bearers; the Rebel Yell is the next order of business to conduct with the people. The antagonist can take their tainted fake news, along with their Isis action ways, out of the South and leave us alone.
I hope that the details can be worked out so that I might be able to attend a flower festival on April 1 and 2, 2017, alongside the Sons in Summerville, South Carolina. God bless you!
Honorary Life Member
Longstreet Zollicoffer Camp, Sons of Confederate Veterans