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Morris Dees

On Tuesday night, February 28, 2006, I had the opportunity to
travel the some 70 miles over to the college campus of Western Carolina
University in Cullowhee, N.C. where the Chief Trial Counsel Morris
Dees of the Southern Poverty Law center would speak at the Performing
Arts Center. I must say that to learn prior to traveling there,
of the huge victory earned in the Jacqueline Duty Case by the Southern
Legal Resource Center in the 11th District where we now face a battle
in Blount County, Tennessee, was exhilarating, but not surprising.
I knew that had this trial gone to court and faced the cross examination
from Kirk D. Lyons of the evidence allowed in the deposition hearings;
Deo Vindice for the South would have finally visited our shores.
As it stands this victory has humongous implications in every heritage
case we face from now on; it will probably out weigh even Castorina.
God bless Earl Ray Neal , Kirk D.Lyons, the Sons of Confederate
Veterans,all our Southern family who supported this action, and
especially all of our hard working staff.

Hearing the wonderful news of Duty provided me with all the inspiration
I would need to adorn the Confederate uniform of our ancestors ,
pick up our glorious flag and set up station outside the Performing
Arts building where Dees would speak later in the evening. I must
say that the reception I received from the students and staff that
poured over to where I sat asking questions and taking pictures
was a little overwhelming, even though I have been in the same kind
of atmosphere many times. However, I was approached by a young Black
woman who identified herself as being the only Black staff member
on the faculty at that school, and that furthermore she saw my presence
as being there to defend and promote white supremacy. I promptly
reminded her that it was the last day of so called Black History
Month, and what better way to celebrate the lives of the very men
and women who had stood loyally by their southern family in defense
of their homeland that had been invaded by a man who had violated
every rule of decency as it related to constitutional law, and carried
his criminal behavior onto the battle field and into the homes of
the innocent Southern civilian population(Red, Black, and White)
murdering, stealing, raping and burning along the way. When she
told me she was from Toccoa, Georgia; I told her of how Terry Lee
and I had received the Key to the City of Toccoa from their Black
former Mayor, the Honorable James Neal, during the Historic March
Across Dixie, she exclaimed not the Funeral Home director James
Neal, I exclaimed, the one and only. She said we still had issues
and went into the building.

At 6:50 PM, I entered the building amidst security far more stringent
than that I had witnessed at the President’s Town Hall meeting in
the State Capitol. Mr…. Dee’s came out, acknowledge the fact that
he had witnessed the flag outside and hoped that whoever was flying
it had come inside to learn something, even though I was sitting
less than five feet from the stage in front of him looking mighty
fine in my uniform. He began to espouse upon all the great victories
he had won, quoted Martin Luther King’s I have A Dream Speech, touted
his organization’s wonderful reach out programs aimed at ending
hate, and embracing diversity, bragged about all the money his organization
takes in from people, and all the staff that he has at his disposal.
After he finished bashing the Southern White Man, he ended his speech
saying that he didn’t ever take a Bar examine, he was given his
law license because he was White and attended the University of
Alabama. He went on to only entertain questions from the student
body; hearing none he went on to prefabricate a question that he
proclaimed some student had asked him earlier in the day. Apologizing
for starting a new speech, he started to leave. However the very
same lady from Toccoa who just happened to be sitting right behind
me stood and said (as I was walking out of the building after calling
Dee’s a coward for his action); Mr… Dee’s I am not a student,
but I am on the faculty here and appreciate so much your wonderful
work as she then asked him some far out say question that had him
smiling until he realized that I was still standing as I had now
made an about face to ask him a question. I must add that the lady
had been conveniently given a microphone so that everyone could
hear her question; Mr. Dee’s promptly said that if that fellow in
the Confederate uniform would sit down, he would answer her question,
and that he did not know my rank, but it appeared I was some kind
of Confederate soldier. I told him I was a General. When he finished
answering the lady’s question, I again stood motioning for the microphone
so that I could ask a question; Pandora’s box had been opened by
this lady, I was not going to let him get away. The lady with the
microphone refused to acknowledged me or give me the microphone
until Mr..Dee’s took one look at me and said: I don’t want to answer
any of your questions here, you are the one with the flag, we need
to go behind closed doors and talk. I told him that I didn’t have
anything to hide from those people who had gathered to hear him
make sarcastic remarks about me , my flag, and his blaming on the
South all the evils of America, and especially his down talk of
the Southern White man. I reminded him that I had it on high authority
from the Honorable Andrew Young that Martin Luther King had been
asked by his lower lieutenants like Jesse Jackson to attack the
flag, but had told them to leave it alone, and do something about
the things they could do something about, and that further he knew
that if you attacked the Christian Cross, you just as well push
your chair up under that table of so called Brotherhood. He interrupted
me stating that I was giving a speech, where was my question ? After
explaining to him if the college and students would pay me the fee
that they gave him, I could deliver a better speech better than
the one he gave. I asked him why he had depicted the League of the
South and the Sons of Confederate Veterans as hate organizations
? Instead of running and hiding as he had done when Terry Lee and
I stood on his grounds on the Historic March Across Dixie and called
him out, he refused to answer the question. I finally told him to
forget it, and that I was going home. As I began to exist he made
some other smart remark about me. I turned and told him that I knew
just like all the other poverty pimps like himself; he had come
and delivered his distorted message, filled his coffers with the
monies of an acknowledge populous, spread his hate message and left
my babies feeling shame of being southern, and was too cowardly
to respond to my question. I hope all the people in that building
saw Mr.. Dees for the coward he was and are still today asking themselves
just why this man so powerful stood shaking in his ragged drawers
afraid to answer a graying old Blackman who stood so very proud
in the uniform of his Southern family.