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An Open Letter To Ms. Lunelle / A Run For The White House

From: HK Edgerton
Date: Fri, Mar 4, 2011
Subject: An Open Letter to Ms. Lunelle / A run for the White House

Dear Ms. Lunelle,

There are many who scorn at the idea of my even talking about making a run for the Presidency of this nation. And many more who don’t think that I can raise the funds to buy the position. I do know that it is a formidable task, and one that I do not take lightly.

I remember as I made a run for Mayor in my hometown. I was privy with a meeting with the incumbent Mayor at the doors of the Cultural Center. HK, you do not really want to be mayor because you continue to fight for the downtrodden as he pointed to a group of people gathered in the park in the Historic Black District. They don’t vote, they don’t contribute to campaigns. If you had wanted this job, then you would have been at the Country Club last night.

Last evening, I would meet with a group of very prominent businessmen who would relate to me that because I work so hard in the arena of Confederate Heritage that I either had to give that issue up, or face the fact that I could not successfully win the White House. And even more so, did I want to drag Ms. Chelsey Marie Hernandez of Houston, Texas, an extremely bright and able young lady into the muck that I was definitely about to encumber, as my running mate?

The Mayor was right in his assessment. Could these men be right? There is no compromise for me as I continue to seek vindication from this terrible wrong that has befallen upon my homeland and its honorable people. And I would tell them that. The look of consternation on every one of their faces told me that I was going to lose any chance of their support. However, now almost ten years ago, I was told that I was too old to even contemplate walking twenty miles a day, six days a week to Texas, and to boot donned in the uniform of the Southern soldier, and carrying the Southern Cross. And furthermore that I was surely going to be killed somewhere along the way after they viewed the route that would take me down the acclaimed Civil Rights Highway (Highway 81 of Alabama) that the likes of Dr. Martin Luther King had traveled, and the other Southern towns that had had more than its share of a troubled past. They said that I would never live to tell about it.

With the help of the Almighty God, I have in my life overcome so many you cant’s that I continue to contemplate.

Your brother,