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An Open Letter & Open Report / Conversations In The Street / The Thing
November 18, 2018
Conversations in the Street / The Thing
Dear Ms. Lunelle,
As I stood on the side of the road with the Southern Cross in hand as the hours of Veterans Day were coming to an end, I would find myself surrounded by a group of young people touting themselves as historical scholars.
We spoke about the difference of thought that prevailed before the Declaration of Independence in the 13 Colonies: the difference of culture and economies; the Yankee, the Southern planter, the pious Quakers and the different worlds they lived in (the Dutch around Albany who clung to their language and culture, as did the Germans of Pennsylvania, the Highlanders up in the North Carolina hills who spoke Gaelic as did some of their slaves).
We talked about how the people of Connecticut often complained of fraud and unfair practices by New York merchants, while a New Yorker was quick to say that they would not send a son of theirs to a school in Connecticut, lest he pick up the low craft and cunning so incident to the people of his country. New York and New Hampshire were close to violence over the disputed land between them that later became Vermont. Pennsylvania was mad at the Quakers as Connecticut settlers were moving into the Wyoming valley.
And just as we began to talk about the greed of the Northern industrialists that brought them together against the South, a BMW with two couples pulled adjacent to where we stood. The man in the back seat pointing to me asked, “What would compel a colored man to be standing on the side of the road on Veterans Day with the Stars and Bars?” “You are,” was my reply as I pointed to them. They looked at each other in bewilderment and drove away.
One of the young ladies asked me if I had written a book? My reply was no. And she asked me why not? Jokingly, I told her that I did not work for Fox News, and thus did not have the resources to do so. And secondly, because I was afraid to do so because what I would write would bring me face to face with Satan and his angels and the “Thing”. “What is the thing,” she would ask.
Listen to Michelle Obama, Ron Rawls of Florida, or Al Sharpton and you will discover the “Thing”.
I told these young people that the Almighty God knew just what He was doing when he placed the African people with the Southern white man, of whom he gave the mathematical equation to beat the Prince of Darkness on earth. And, that only the “Thing” now stands in the way. They now looked as bewildered as my Yankee friends had. I would hug them all as daylight began to disappear.
Since my coffers are so bare, I shall furl the colors until December 7, 2018, when I shall travel to Knoxville, Tennessee and march alongside the Sons and Daughters of the Confederacy in the Christmas Parade. God bless you!
Your brother,
HK
Son of the Honorable Rev. Roland Rogers & Annabelle Edgerton
Chairman, Board of Advisors Emeritus, Southern Legal Resource Center
Honorary Life member, Tennessee and Georgia Order of the Confederate Rose
Member, Save Southern Heritage-Florida
President, Southern Heritage 411
