An Open Report / An Open Letter: Candice Yvonna Hardwick / An Open Letter to Ms. Lunelle
From: HK Edgerton [firstname.lastname@example.org]
Date: Wed, Jul 6, 2011
Subject: An Open Report / An Open Letter: Candice Yvonna Hardwick / An Open Letter to Ms. Lunelle
Monday, July 4, 2011, as I stood donned in the uniform of the Southern soldier at the front entrance of the VA Hospital in Oteen, N.C., I would be confronted by two elderly couples who hailed from Boston, Mass., and who would inform me that they had seen me several years ago with a sign that read Heritage not Hate, as I stood in front of the Vance Monument in downtown Asheville with the Rebel Flag, and had wanted to stop and ask me why a Black man would be protecting the legacy of the Confederates, and especially today, the day of the founding of America?
Because I’m a Southern man, God bless you and y’all have a great day was my reply, as the deafening blast of car horns sounded and the Rebel Yell and cry of my name, HK rang out! And by the way mam as they began to walk away, for the uplifting of the spirits of my Southern family, and in honor of Korean War Veteran, Sgt. Perry Thrasher who would be proud of me as he was of the American soldiers who carried the Christian Cross of St. Andrew in the Korean Conflict, and as he was of his honorable ancestors who carried it in the War of Northern Aggression.
An Open Letter
Dear Ms. Lunelle,
As I stood with my flag in hand on this 4th of July day, I was again filled with contemplation over the lot of young Candice Yvonna Hardwick of Latta, South Carolina. As a young baby girl she had learned about the men in the pictures that covered the tables in the family living room. And even about the Constitutional Republic whose words she had trouble pronouncing that they went off to war defend. And it wasn’t long before she had put that Southern baby girl woman thing on her daddy, and then appeared a huge rendition of the Southern Cross on the ceiling of her bedroom.
Needless to say, she would be literally attacked from the moment that she walked into Middle School until the day she would reach her apex of tyranny and mental anguish delivered by the Administrators and staff at Latta, High School that her young being could stand. She had her locker broke into, death threats, car stolen, libeled, branded everything from a nigger lover to a racist bigot. And literally told that she was going to be made an example out of for her so called Stand in Dixieland. And now just days ago, she had her car tire mysteriously come off on the freeway, and had not been for the Almighty God, she might not just be hurting, but dead. What troubles me most is that she did not wake up this morning a multi-millionaire after I sent out a plea to those of us whose ancestors that she stood up for every day, even though that stand has left her destitute and broken; and now are we suppose to turn and look the other way.
Young Candice was told that she would be the poster child for the fight for Southern Vindication of this terrible American wrong visited upon the Southern people and their homeland. And by God she is, and we as Southerners should determine what kind of example she our champion will be made out of. All of us running around calling ourselves the New Confederate Army, Young Adult Re-enactors, Sons, Daughters, or just plain Southern ought to be baking cakes and pies, holding car washes, donation boxes ought to be in every church, at every Re-enactment, every Camp Meeting, every Chapter meeting, every Reunion, wrapping a dollar, $5, $10, $50, $100, and put it in an envelope, and on and on with funds heading to Ms. Candice Yvonna Hardwick, 2942 Hunter Way, Dillon, S.C. 29536. Please Ms. Lunelle, tell them to help because we are family. God bless you.