An Open Letter & Open Report / School Living History / Woodstock, Georgia
May 25, 2018
School Living History / Woodstock, Georgia
Dear Ms. Lunelle,
What one readily understands when visiting a school like this in Woodstock, Georgia is that these babies, their families and their staff do not have inculcated into their thinking process tunnel vision, and just the mere fact that a man such as myself who tells a different story about the events before, during and after the War for Southern Independence deserves an audience, thereby they and their teachers would give me one. And I am most appreciative.
It is also important to note that Woodstock is only a stones throw away from Roswell, Georgia, where the Union army would seize a group of Southern women working in a factory, board them on a train and send them North, dropping them off in places where they would never be heard from or seen again.
I would tell these babies that men like President Jefferson Davis and the Honorable General Robert E. Lee were men who loved the Union. However, he noted that if his home State of Virginia seceded that he would resign his commission from a service to which he had devoted the best years of his life and all the ability he possessed, and would return to his Virginia and raise his sword against none, other than in self defense.
Lee, I would tell them, was totally against the economic institution of slavery. In a letter to his wife he would write …. In this enlighten age, there are few I believe but what will acknowledge that slavery as an institution is a moral and political evil in any country. It is useless to expatiate on its disadvantages. I think it however a greater evil to the white man than to the black race, and while my feelings are strongly enlisted in behalf of the latter, my sympathies are more strong for the former.
The blacks are immeasurably better off here than in Africa – morally, socially and physically. The painful discipline they are undergoing is necessary for their instruction as a race, and I hope will prepare and lead them to better things. How long their subjugation may be necessary is known and ordered by a wise Merciful Providence. Their emancipation will sooner result from the mild and melting influence of Christianity than the storms and tempest of fiery controversy.
I would tell these babies about the Corwin Amendment that Lincoln waved as a carrot to the Southern men who had left Congress, and if they would return and ratify it, that Congress would never have the power to write an Amendment to end slavery. And that these honorable Southern men refused.
I would tell my babies about the trained cadre of black folks on plantations all across the South who made the implements of war and who provided the food stuffs for General Lee’s army. And I told them about those who stayed at home trying to help protect the plantations from the terrorizing hoard of the Union army, and of those who went off to war with a man that he not only called master, but also family and friend while earning distinction for their service.
I would tell them about the Historic March Across Dixie, and share with them my brother’s Pictorial Journal of that event.
Most importantly, I would tell them about the photoshopped picture of Dylan Roof holding the Southern Cross in one hand, and the pistol he supposedly used to kill the nine parishioners in a church in Charleston, South Carolina and the indignity of shame placed upon it by the Governor as she ordered it taken from the Cenotaph on the state capitol grounds that has led to the sacrilege now being served upon Cenotaphs and the memory of a true American hero.
The staff would ask if I would visit them again, and thanked me for visiting their school. I must also thank Ms. Tammy Largin for the invitation and stay at her beautiful home, and her guest and family of whom would share their time with me, and especially her beautiful daughter Ms. Lilly, who would serenade me with a song and a fabulous supper. God bless you!
Honorary Life Member
North Carolina & Tennessee Orders of the Confederate Rose