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Weatherford, Texas – December 11, 2007

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.