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An Open Letter & Open Report / Black History Month, Part 7

From: HK Edgerton []
Date: Wed, Mar 2, 2016
Subject: An Open Letter & Open Report / Black History Month, Part 7
To: siegels1 []

Dear Ms. Lunelle,

On Friday, February 9, 2016, continuing the commemorating of Black History Month, don in the uniform of the Southern soldier, I would post the Southern Cross at the road entrance of
Charles C. Owens High School in Swannanoa, North Carolina.

It wasn’t long before a White man pulled up to where I stood, and asked me how a man of my persuasion could stand there representing a soldier who fought to enslave “you’se and your kind?”
Before I could answer, he sped away.

I would have told him for the same reasons that the Honorable Dr. Alexander Darnes, the first Black doctor in the state of Florida, gave of in his description of the Honorable General Kirby
Smith: “He was a generous, virtuous, Christian gentleman. A brave soldier with a benevolent turn of mind and heart of a nobleman.” We were then and arguably still brothers, native to the Southern
soil whether freed or indentured. How could I do less?

Later that evening, I would arrive in Rutherfordton, North Carolina, to give a speech to the members, guests and families of Sons of Confederate Veterans Lt. William Corbit Camp 525.

Prior to the meeting, I would post the Colors of the Southern Cross at the corner of North Main. Shortly thereafter, two cars with Rutherfordton’s finest would pull up to where I stood in the
public easement. “Sir,” would come their inquiry, “what are you doing, and why?”

I would tell them that, “First, it is Black History Month, and I am standing here in commemoration of all the trained cadre of Black folk on plantations all across the Southland of America
who made all the implements of war, provided the food stuffs for General Lee’s army, stayed at home and help protect the home places as best they could from an army with orders to kill defenseless
old men, women and children, and of whom why they were not there legally went off to war with a man that he not only called Master, but also family and friend. And earned a place of honor and dignity,
no matter how much those who hate the South try to push asunder especially in this month. And later, I will give a speech to the SCV in the Old Courthouse Building.”

Just before, a delegation of two young White men, one Mulatto and one Black man would come to chide me for standing there with the flag, and that I should get out of town. The police would return
and ask first if I was HK Edgerton, and that I could remain where I was without a permit unless one other person joined me. Otherwise without that permit, I would be arrested. I’m glad that I didn’t
have to challenge that.

The delegation would return after purchasing their libations from down the street, and get a lesson on content discrimination and the hypocrisy of Black lives matter. I told them to come across
the street to where I stood, but as they started to come, a car pulled up besides them, peeled his plastic off the passenger side of his window and told them not to talk to that stupid nigger. And
they retreated, now issuing obscenities to me as they walked away. “Men, you ought to have minds of your own,” was my retort.

The police would return again to tell me that someone had called and said that I was being accosted. “No,” was my reply, “I come for the nay sayers as well as the yea sayers.” The time had come
for my speech. Afterwards, I would gracefully accept the standing ovation from those who had come to hear me speak about the loyalty of those Africans to his Southern family before, during and after
the war for Southern Independence. God bless you!

Your brother,

Honorary Life Member
North Carolina & Tennessee Order of the Confederate Rose