An Open Letter & Open Report / The Baby Girls & The Damn Yankee
From: “HK Edgerton” [email@example.com]
Date: Oct 15, 2019
Subject: An Open Letter & Open Report / The Baby Girls & The Damn Yankee
To: “LM S” [Lunelle63@gmail.com]
Dear Ms. Lunelle,
On Sunday, October 13, 2019, I would make my way up Highway #9, Southern Cross in hand, moving towards the Continental Divide, a route that I take when I am in training for a march.
After about an hour, stopping for an occasional photo, I would turn around and make my way back to Main Street in downtown Black Mountain, North Carolina, where I would post the colors at the entrance to the downtown park.
A young girl approximately 13-14 years old would emerge from the park, come over to where I stood, and proclaim..”Sir, we like what you are doing,” as two other girls of about the same age had now come up to me. “We’ve been watching you, and the way people seem to love you.”
I knew that there was something special about these girls as their knowledge about the War Between The States was amazing for their years. They told me that they attended private schools, which might have had something to do with it.
Just as we had finished talking about how the public school system had been set up in the South right after the War, and the Northern school teachers that had been sent to our homeland to teach against our ancestors and their stand, a man (Damn Yankee) came up, busting in on our conversation with the express intent on discrediting me.
“Girls, I see you’se here talking with a Black man holding the Stars and Bars. You know that Black people in the South think it is a racist flag, and they all hate it,” he said. “Sir,” one of the girls said, “It is not the Stars and Bars that Mr. HK is holding. It is the battle flag!”
As if by providence, at that very moment, a Black man in a car passing by yelled out, “Teach HK, teach!” One of the girls looked at the Yankee and said to him….”You, sir, are just like the Yankees we were talking about before you so rudely interrupted our conversation, coming to our home, trying to divide with your message of division and hate, anchored with a false narrative.”
I was so proud of my baby girls. The Yankee had no idea what he had stepped into. “Well,” he said, “I see we have a difference of opinion here. But, at least we had a cordial conversation,” and slowly walked away.
The girls said that they wished that I could come to their schools and speak. I gave them my card, and told them to share it with their parents and teachers. It was a great day in Dixie.
On Monday, October 14, 2019, I shall, in commemoration of the 17 year anniversary of the Historic March Across Dixie, post the colors in downtown Asheville, North Carolina, where the journey began, and later in the day at the historic County Courthouse in downtown Hendersonville, North Carolina, where the first 20 miles ended on that day. God bless you!
Chairman, Board of Advisors, Southern Legal Resource Center
Member, Save Southern Heritage Florida
Honorary Life Member, Longstreet Zollicoffer Camp #87, Sons of Confederate Veterans
Honorary Life Member, Zebulon Vance Camp #15, Sons of Confederate Veterans
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