Dear Ms. Lunelle,
Far too many want to define the Southern people who were at Charlottesville, Virginia…with a legal permit to protest the tearing down of the Cenotaph of the Honorable General Robert E. Lee.. as something they were not. Never mind that many brought their children, great grandchildren, great grandparents, grandparents, parents and friends as well. It was supposed to be a peaceful event.
The Charlottesville preservationists had been cautioned that while they had secured a Permit and a promise of Police protection, the Mayor might tell these Officers to stand down and leave them and their entourage in the wake of evil from those who opposed their Charge. And he did just that.
Peaceful supporters of the memorials to American heroes in Louisiana…women, old men in wheelchairs and children got a taste of what would be waiting in Charlottesville.
They would face a great evil: a mob with baseball bats wrapped in barb wire, defecation in paper bags being thrown at them, gasoline in bottles, foul language being shouted out that their children should have never heard. They were at the mercy of an evil only synonymous to that of the occupation of Reconstruction. They knew that they would be deemed as “white supremacists”, bigots”, “racists” and on and on unless the one thing that this evil would heed was the symbol of the Ku Klux Klan. And out it came! What else was a man supposed to do?
Unfortunately a young man in a panic, not wrapped so tight, mentally, who had seen
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