An Open Letter & Open Report / Conversation On The Street
From: HK Edgerton [firstname.lastname@example.org]
Date: Mon, Mar 14, 2016
Subject: An Open Letter & Open Report / Conversation On The Street
To: siegels1 [email@example.com]
Dear Ms. Lunelle.
On Saturday morning, March 12, 2016, I would don my Dixie Outfitters shirt, and with the Southern Cross in hand, make my way up Highway 9 towards the Continental Divide outside the Town of
Black Mountain, North Carolina. I call it my training route, as I use it to prepare for planned marches.
I had scarcely traveled more than two miles when an elderly White man who had parked his car alongside the road would beckon to me.
“Young man, can I get a moment of your time?” “Yes sir,” would be my reply. “I have watched you march up and down this highway for some years now. I was born and raised in Chicago, and came
South almost five decades ago seeking to find peace and safety for my wife and children.
“I am told and have read that you are a brave and honorable man, and truly hope that you can take what I have to say to you without any offense intended. My great, great grandfather was a Northern
slave trader, and he told stories about the African people’s inhumanity towards each other that would make Al Capone weep. The cannibalism, the rape, the murder, and selling of millions of its
own people into world wide slavery. And having said all of that, I wouldn’t have had the courage to stop you if I had not observed how your people treated Trump in my home State of Illinois. I
don’t understand how the black man in America is so easily duped in the theater of politics. Trump is the best thing for them since your President Jefferson Davis. And I hope and believe that
you are smart enough to figure out what I mean. In a city where Black on Black crime runs rampant, how can your people accuse any White man of bigotry and hate, or even utter the words that Black
lives matter? On the same day of the tragedy in Charleston, S.C., and the many days that have followed, the carnage left behind by Black folks killing each other in America has no parallel. And you
can’t blame that on the flag that you carry. And I want you to know that I love the North, and feel deeply that it was wrong what our people did to your South. And if I did not feel that God had
packed his bags and came here to your homeland, I would still be there. And, I believe that the further you get away from being Southern, the further you get away from Jesus Christ, my Lord and Master.”
And then with tears now trickling from his eyes, he asked if I would give a Yankee one of those hugs I was famous for? And I did. It was an irony for me that he had mentioned President Davis
as I am set to give the Keynote address for Confederate Memorial Day on Saturday, April 23, 2016 at Beauvoir, Mississippi, the home and final resting place of President Davis. God bless you!
Major Robert M. White Camp #1250
Texas Division, Sons of Confederate Veterans