An Open Report / Confederate Heritage Month

Sent: Thursday, April 17, 2008 10:31 AM

In honor of Confederate Heritage Month, I have marched some five to miles
daily carrying the Confederate Battle Battle Flag.On Friday morning, April
11, 2008, NAS Car would arrived in my home town of Asheville, North Carolina
with their History on Wheels Exhibit.On Sunday morning, April 13, 2008, I
would adorn the uniform of the Southern soldier, and pick up the Sons of
Confederate Veterans NAS Car protest Battle Flag that was designed by
Grayson Jennings of the Sons National Heritage Defense Committee. I would
position myself adjacent to that exhibit in protest of their presence. An
interview that was produced by Richard Bernier of URT Cable Channel can be
seen on you tube: Part 1 ( ),
Part 2: on line tonight Thursday,
April 17, 2008. Mr.Bernier can be contacted by email at:

Cherokee High School, Canton, Ga. Protest

Several days ago, I would be made privy to a confidential letter from a
student at Cheeroke High School in Canton Georgia. It reads as follow: I am
a kid that attends Cheeroke High School in Cheeroke County Georgia. On
04-14-08, we had a Talent Show, and for one of the talents, a couple of boys
thought it would be fun to do a country band. During their demonstration, a
boy in the audience holds up a Confederate flag to show his supportfor his
friends in the band. Out of no where, all of the Black kids started booing
and flipping us off and calling us honkies and crackers. We felt threatened
and uncomfortable. Before all of this, we have not been able to wear any
clothing with the Confederate flag on it. All of this happening has made it
much worse for us students that are proud of our Southern Heritage. Please
help us to get our rights back, and to spread the message that the
Confederate flag is not racist of any kind. Please help us! Please contact
me soon.

On Thursday, April 17, 2008, I would travel to Canton, Georgia and station
myself outside the front doors of Canton High School while brandishing the
Confederate Battle flag. I would soon be approached by a young Black police
officer who identified himself as the school Resource officer. He would tell
me that he had no problem with me being there, but just wanted to know why,
and did I not know what the flag had done. I told him of as many glorious
moments of the flag and the place of honor and dignity that folks that
looked like he and I had earned under this glorious banne; only to have that
honor highjacked during the twelve year period of so called Reconstruction,
and especially with the establishment of the public school system that he
now served which continues to this very day to lead that charge of
eradicating that honor and glorious heritage. Before I could continue with
the education of this young man, I would find myself surrounded by a
mutlitude of Canton’s finest police officers and a gentleman who declared
himself to be the head of security for the school. He would be the first to
speak, and told me in no uncertain terms that I would have to remove myself
from the sidewalk in front of the school. He went on to say that I was
causing a major upheavel within the confines of the school, and that far too
many of the staff in particular were agitated by my presence.

I told him that if the staff at the school would teach the truth to the
students about my flag and what had happened here in the South during the
four year period that they went to war against their brothers to include the
love that exisited between my grandpa and the Black man who now stood before
me who proclaimed to be Souther; I could be enjoying this sunny day on the
golf course. After telling me what a fine officer the Black man was and that
he could depend on him watching his back in any situation; the nice White
police officer who appeared to be the ranking member, asked me if I would go
across the street to appease the administration of the school. I told him
just how much respect that I had for the men and women that wore his uniform
, but I had come to cause as much discomfort to that staff as they had
caused for my Southern babies because of their cowardice to be politically
correct and fear to teach the truth to those babies. I told him that I would
move if I was breaking the law or if he insisted. He said that he would not
insist because as long as I did not stand on the schools property, I was
within my rights to be their, and furthermore if I needed his departments
assistance that I could call on him. The head of security for the school
warned me not to talk to any of the school’s students and stormed away.

I would be shortly joined by Mr. Mike McAlpin, the Editor of the Southern
Sentiinel and 2nd Lt.Commander of the Colonel Hiram Parks Bell Camp #1642 of
the Sons of Confederate Veterans, a Camp that I am a proud member of. Mike
and I would not only bask in the adoration of the many passerby’s, but hold
many interesting conversations with those who would stop. One young Black
man who worked in a restaurant across the street would tell me that he was
so proud to see me standing there with the flag because as a former student
of the school, he and others were never told about the Black man who had
served in the Confederate army. One young White lady who worked for the
Canton Pyschological Center told us that as she passed us by on her way to
work; God told her to turn around. She said to me that she could not believe
her eyes. There standing on the corner, a Black man brandishing the
Confederate flag. She told us of some White folks that she had known who
used it out of hate against Blacks. I told her that had she known of the
honor that Black folks had earned under that banner, she would have known
what to say to them for their actions. She said that the school that I stood
in front of, she also had attended and they never spoke of the many things
that I would tell her about the subject matter. Another middle age Black
lady would stop, and inquire of my presence and after a short dialogue,
would give me a great big hug and thank me for making an honorable stand for
the young man and the people of the South as well.

Mike and I heard a distinct Rebel Yell from the students behind us shortly
before lunch. We turned around to see a group of young White students
pumping their fists in the air as they walked towards a group of young Black
students. One young White student said to the Black students; what did we
tell you,there are Black people who fly our flag, it belongs to all of us.
Soon they were all shouting out the Rebel Yell ,and embracing each other.
Mike and I were so proud. We knew that a great part of todays mission had
beeen accomplished.It had been a great day in Dixie. I want to thank the
Southern Legal Resource Center for as usual its help in defining my legal
position as I stood before those who would demand that I leave, Dixie
Outfitters for the beautiful garb that I wore and certainly Mike McAlpin and
the Hiram Parks Bell Camp of the Sons for it’s support.

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