

They were, I am guessing, Wesleyan Methodists who, like the Quakers, were anti-slavery. My father's people lived in the Piedmont of North Carolina in what came to known as the Quaker Belt. Shall we do as the professors who signed the letter to our president asked him to do - shall we heap scorn upon these monuments and chastise those who will not? Should we do as their doctrinaire kin in Afghanistan did? Shall we, like the Taliban, destroy our statues with dynamite because they offend a prevailing dogma? Shall we disinter the bones of our ancestors like the radical Jacobins of the French Revolution did, scattering their unearthed remains to the winds - first to be reviled, then ever to be forgotten?

By leaving for us, their progeny, a record in stone, they are expressly calling upon us, their grandchildren, great-grandchildren and great-great-grandchildren to remember. In the act of designing and erecting these monuments and statues they are telling us what was important to them in their time. We cannot wish our ancestors away, nor should we. It is worth your time to read the whole thing:
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Ron Maxwell, the director of the movie Gettysburg, gave this talk years back in response to a call by academics ( natch) for Obama to not lay a wreath, as tradition called for, on the grave of Confederate dead. But they won their freedom with the gun and the knife, allied with the doomed Cherokee and fought their long, losing retreat across the Blue Ridge into the fertile soil of west Tennessee and northeast Mississippi.Īnd when their adopted home of Tennessee called, those plain dirt farmers answered that call. Exiled to the Colonies, forbidden the wearing of the plaid and the possession of weapons upon pain of death.

My people didn't keep slaves they were slaves….unwilling indentures, losers in the English pogram against the Scot Highlanders after the disastrous battle of Culloden Moor. The Army of Tennessee died in 1864 on the bloody ground around Franklin, south of Nashville, for the vain glory of a fool. They marched for the rectangular version of the Army of Tennessee, not the first time McBane marched to some version of St. My people, to borrow the phraseology of our former thug of an Attorney General, didn't march under Lee's battle flag.
