I have been watching on T.V. all these people who are getting upset over the Confederate Flag still flying over places in the South. They say it reminds them of slavery. How would any of these people remember what slavery was like. It's not like they were around back then. Most of these people are black and they feel like they have been treated wrong for all these years . Yes some have been others have gotten what they deserve. I am sick and tired of hearing it's not fair because I'm black or You are just being a raceist. Why should the flag be taken down just because you think it's raciest . What about the people who have Great Grandfathers and other relitives who fought for SOUTHERN INDEPENDENCE (oh thats right I havent explaned that yet) The War for Southern Independence (CIVIL WAR )was NOT a war about slavery. "If I thought this war was to abolish slavery, I would resign my commission, and offer my sword to the other side."
--Ulysses S. Grant
"I have no purpose, directly or indirectly, to interfere with the institution of slavery in the States where it exists. I believe I have no lawful right to do so, and I have no inclination to do so."
--Abraham Lincoln. March 4, 1861.
So as I was saying why should I take my flag down for these people! To me its not a hate thing , it's not a question of slavery and racisim it all about Hertage.
Each of you have some type of conection to the CIVIL WAR. Weither it be a Confederate or Union hertage its still there! So I ask again Why should I take my flag down for these people ? When I look at the flag I see a symbol of my heritage and my fathers heritage and my son's heritage and many others. So please dont ask or tell me I have to take my flag down !
Confederate flag composed and read by the President, Mrs. D. Giraud
Wright.
The poem is as follows:
"THE CONFEDERATE FLAG"
The hands of our women made it,
Baptized in our mothers tears
And drenched with the blood of our kindred
With hope for those four long years,
Across vale and plain we watched it
While the tide of battle rolled,
And with streaming eyes have we followed
The wave of each soft silken fold.
As high over our hosts it floated,
Through dust and din of the fight,
We could catch the glint of spearhead
And the flash of crimson light;
While the blood of men who bore it
Flowed fast on the reddened plain,
And our cry went up in anguish
To our God for our martyred slain.
And we went and watched and waited
By our lonely household fire,
For the mother gave her firstborn
And the daughter gave her sire,
But the wife sent forth her husband
The maiden her lover sweet,
And hearts kept time in the silence
To the rhythmic tread of their feet.
As they marched o'er vale and mountains,
While our banners rose and fell,
Though victory often crowned it
As the Northern hosts can tell.
But the whole world was against us;
Our battle we fought alone,
Till the conquerors - want and famine -
Bade us lay our colors down.
Cold are the loved hands that bore it.
Stilled are the brave hearts and true,
Watching nor waiting can bring them,
Weeping is all we can do.
Light from our banner has faded,
We, in its shadow forlorn,
Have only our mem'ries left us,
And our battle flag drooping and torn.
No hand of vandal shall touch it.
'Tis shrined in our heart of hearts
With dearest, holiest mem'ries;
And the burning tear drops starts,
While laurel we weave and cypress
For the fair, the brave, the good;
The only stain on our banner
Is the stain of our heroes' blood.
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