An Open Letter & Open Report / The Road To Memphis
September 25, 2018
The Road to Memphis
Dear Ms. Lunelle,
I have been in the streets with the Southern Cross every day since I stepped away from the base of the cenotaph of Silent Sam on the campus of the University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill.
On one such occasion, as I made my way up the road towards the campus of Western Carolina College in Cullowhee, North Carolina, I could hear the shout of Silent Sam as a young man came running towards me. “Are you Silent Sam,” he would ask? “No, I am not,” I would reply as I explained to him who and what Silent Sam was.
Somewhat embarrassed, the young man explained that he was a student at Western, and that the day before I had been profiled by his history class. He went on to say that he was a Yankee from Detroit and from a mixed race family. And while he did not agree with everything that I said, he had the very same admiration for me that his fellow Southern students had expressed about the courageous stand that I make for the South and its people. I would grant him an interview over his smartphone that he said he would share with his professor and fellow classmates.
The very next day, I would find myself surrounded by a group of young black women who would ask me if I had conversation with any black ministers about my stand for the South? I told them only one; Dr. John Grant of Mt. Zion Missionary Baptist Church in Asheville, N.C. had opened his doors to a debate forum with myself and several academicians that would include interaction with members of the public audience.
No others would do the same. Instead, Rawls of St. Augustine, and one in Ft. Myers, whose Muslim name slips my memory, would lead contingents of folks shouting out obscenities and lies against the Southern white man while leveling charges of racism.
This leads me to fast forward to Saturday past, September 22, 2018, in the city of Memphis, Tennessee, where I would lead a host of Southerners in a rally and march through the downtown streets to Confederate and Forrest Parks, where the base of the Cenotaph of General Forrest is the only thing left standing after a Yankee mayor led the illegal removal of President Davis and General Forrest in what a local newspaper called a creative way to get around the law and the ruling of a body set up by the State Legislature (Historic Commission) that forbade them to do so.
This mayor and his council would sell the multi million dollar property where the cenotaphs stood for a paltry thousand dollars to one of its cronies who proclaimed to be a nonprofit that does not exist, and then proceeded with the unlawful act of destruction and removals.
I cannot thank the Memphis Police Department enough for the show of force and protection that they would avail to not only those of us who would march in protest of this illegal action, but also to those whose vulgarity and obscenity parallels that on display in New Orleans and Charlottesville, Virginia. The only difference between them is that on this day, the honorable law enforcement officers did not have orders to stand down and allow the planned maleficence of this hoard of ANTIFA to attack us as we made our way peacefully to City Hall and to where the cenotaphs once stood.
I and the others I marched with would be called racist. And for me a special connotation; a “coon,”, a “lackey,” a “white man’s nigger,” and a new name for me, “Snaggle puss,” because of the missing teeth that I lost after being physically assaulted in Columbia, South Carolina as I stood don in the uniform of the Southern soldier with the Southern Cross in hand awaiting for the Veterans Day Parade to begin some two years ago, no doubt by AntiFa.
Again, I thank the Memphis police whose professionalism was as impressive as that afforded the President. And not to forget our Lord and Master, Jesus Christ, that we would thank in prayer for his hand in our safety as well, as we stood praying listening to the taunts of Antifa championing the carnage of the Union army carried out against the South, and the message that it was too bad that Forrest had not been killed or Memphis would have been destroyed as well.
Another three cheers for the law enforcement as they orchestrated our peaceful departure from this theater of battle. God bless you!
Chairman, Board of Advisors Emeritus, Southern Legal Resource Center
Recipient, United Daughters of the Confederacy Jefferson Davis Medal
Honorary Life Member, North Carolina, Tennessee, and Georgia Orders of the Confederate Rose
Honorary Life Member, Texas Division, Sons of Confederate Veterans
Honorary Life Member, Scotts of Austin
Recipient, National Sons of Confederate Veterans H.L. Hunley Award
Recipient, Virginia Division, Sons of Confederate Veterans Robert E. Lee Award
Member, Save Southern Heritage – FL
President, Southern Heritage 411