As pessimistic as I am regarding the current zeitgeist’s feeling for Confederate monuments and, sadly enough, graves, I’m still shocked to see leftists gleefully rejoice at acts of iconoclasm. It takes a ruthless and depraved heart to take pleasure at seeing the destruction of memorials, tombs and gravestones. Particularly, when you see what’s etched on them, although I doubt antifa and the Current Year iconoclasts have the agency to read what’s inscribed on them.
For the rabid leftists, along with the browbeaten and thoroughly bullied Establishment Right, it’s easy to denounce the Confederate dead in the abstract. Terms like “chattel slavery,” “America’s original sin” and “racism” are bandied about effortlessly when advocating for the removal of our honored dead. It’s easy to desecrate a people’s heritage and history when you operate in a political and academic bubble. Do you think the soyboy and editor of the failing National Review, Rich Lowry, has read the inscriptions on the monuments and gravestones of our Southern men and women?
Here’s what he wrote in August of this year for his piece titled Mothball the Confederate Monuments. Note: National Review is “supposed” to be a conservative publication. It’s not anymore and hasn’t been for some time – the sad result of weak men, well out of their depth, to defend our political future and preserve our past.
The monuments should go. Some of them simply should be trashed; others transmitted to museums, battlefields, and cemeteries. The heroism and losses of Confederate soldiers should be commemorated, but not in everyday public spaces where the monuments are flashpoints in poisonous racial contention, with white nationalists often mustering in their defense.
Well, no shit, Rich. We’re the only ones willing to defend our heritage. The normiecons at the National Review certainly don’t have the stomach for it, having surrendered practically everything in the Culture War to the Left.
In the abstract – disputes over slavery, racism and secession can easily lead a normie or lukewarm supporter to conclude that a monument or marker should be removed. But why? Because it’s not flesh and blood. There’s no real world emotion, minus hyperventilating over “muh racism,” or connection to it. And, the mainstream media “defenders” of our Southern heritage usually aren’t even Southern to begin with. Most folks, be it milquetoast Republicans or dimwitted progressives, can’t even trace their lineage back to the War of Northern Aggression. In my experience, the only battle they’re even remotely aware of is Gettysburg or they watched Glory.
This simply leads to a circlejerk of leftist-dominated conceptual arguments about a conflict more than a century ago debated by two sides both wholly ignorant on the subject, but also the participants, devastation, blood and history involved. No wonder the removal of a monument or the destruction of Confederate graves means little to the cucks – why should they care? It’s just a lost argument, time to move on to arguing over the capital gains tax. For us though, it’s close to an emotional tragedy. It hurts our soul to see it, like what happened in Durham and Raleigh’s Historic Oakwood Cemetery.
To the Alt-South (and Alt-Right), the ruination of our father’s tombs and memorials is a bitter and rage-inducing blow. We didn’t come out of thin air. These trespasses against our people and history created us. We’re organic from the blood, soil and stone of our ancestors. So, political clashes over our traditions aren’t only theoretical debates, they’re the casusi belli for our awakening.
The same mob horde that disgracefully pulled down the Confederate statue in Durham earlier this year would have no qualms about taking a jackhammer to the headstone in the picture associated with this article. The somber message etched onto the tombstone of the unknown North Carolina soldier to his mother, “Mother, I Have Been Found, I Am Home” means nothing to our enemies. However, it means everything to us.
It means God, family, love, death, home, loyalty, duty, etc. It’s why we are the only champions of our past, present and future. It’s something the National Review martini-sipping bugmen of the world will never understand. It’s something antifa and the Left find alien and archaic.
Just because modernity has almost snuffed out everything beautiful and noble in this world doesn’t mean it’s over. We’re here. The blood, soil and stone of our ancestors.
Below is “The Dying Confederate’s Last Words.”
It means everything.
Dear comrades on my brow the hand of death is cast,
My breath is growing short, all pain will soon be past;
My soul will soar away to that bright land of bliss,
Far from the pain and woe of such a place as this.
I left my home and friends to battle with the foe,
To save the Southern land from misery and woe;
I gave my all (oh! not to win a name,
Or have it e’en enrolled upon the scroll of fame.)
Not so, I only wished a helper brave to be
To save the glorious South from cruel tyranny;
My soul with ardor burned the treacherous foe to fight
And take a noble stand for liberty and right.
But oh! how weak is man! It was not God’s decree,
That I should longer live a helper brave to be,
Before another day I shall be with the dead,
And ‘neath the grassy sod will be my lonely bed.
And should you see the friends that nurtured me in youth,
Tell them I tried to walk the ways of peace and truth;
O ! tell my mother kind the words that she has given,
Have led her wayward child to Jesus and to heaven.
Farewell! farewell! my friends my loving comrades dear,
I ask you not to drop for me one bitter tear;
The angels sweetly stand and beckon me to come,
To that bright land of bliss that heavenly realm my home.
A scourge to communists, scallywags, hipsters and feminists, Silas Reynolds calls anywhere south of the Potomac his home. He has a penchant for muscle cars, firearms and 80’s action movies.