As Southerners, we are the beneficiaries of a great inheritance. Our forebears, so many of whom strove for noble ideals and saved and sacrificed for the future – all bequeathed to us, their posterity.
These lands which were settled and cultivated by our ancestors, who’s blood and toil built it into one of the most rapidly developing, culturally rich and prosperous parts of the world. Here, on the frontier of Western Man, grew an agrarian society defined by a love for God, music, literature, concepts of chivalry, and the revolutionary spirit that birthed a once great nation.
A land of unrivaled beauty, as diverse and wonderful as the organic regional cultures that coalesced in communities of peoples from a common ancestry who were preceded by generations of hard working and virtuous folk, the legacy and traditions of whom to be carried on into the future by their descendants. Us.
Though in the 19th century, our ancestors were betrayed by their own “countrymen.” Beset upon by hordes of Yankees and foreigners, who ostensibly should have been their brothers, our people fought them to a stand still, despite being outnumbered 3-1 and having little to no resources for the waging of war.
For years, it seemed more and more likely that these heroic men would succeed in their, as yet to be, lost cause, to defeat a tyrant in the form of President Lincoln, and secure for themselves, as well as, the generations to come, a true and lasting independence that would allow for the realization of those Jeffersonian ideals which characterized the struggles of the recent past.
But alas, that was not the destiny of our land or her people.
Both were ravaged and destroyed in equal measure by the victorious raiders, who rather than be gracious in a manner befitting men of their supposed stock, instead descended into barbarism when dealing with those who dared to claim the right of self-determination. All that had been built was either pillaged or left in ruin by the conquerors, the land scorched, the people destitute. It would take generations to rebuild, and the devastation was such that to this day the South lags behind in the areas of industry and infrastructure, whether as a result of having been made impoverished for so long after the calamity, or by design of meddling politicians who could not tolerate a self-sustaining Southland.
Now, here we are today, somewhat recovered, despite our land still being looted by carpetbagger politicians, being invaded once again this time from the Third World, as well as, the deracinated North and being subjected to all manner of abuse.
After all that has gone into climbing from the ashes of war and betrayal, how is it that our people can tolerate further insult and injury seemingly without end? Through decades of psychological abuse in the form of propaganda aimed at making us believe that we’re somehow inferior because of where we come from, guilt of sins prescribed to us by people who hate us, with no basis in historical fact!
Those same people engage in chicanery on a regular basis to disenfranchise our people through use of mass immigration to slowly turn our states “purple”, so that we have less and less influence on the national politics, where it is even becoming difficult to gain adequate representation in local government.
For those trying to drive us from our land, just as they’ve been trying erase our history, they believe the South is just a place on the map. To us, it’s the land our ancestors, a land fought and bled for, where our families toiled to provide for us a decent life. It’s Home.
This is Dixie, and it is worth Defending.
-By Clinton Cooke
Oh, I'm a good old Rebel, now that's just what I am; For this "Fair Land of Freedom" I do not give a damn! I'm glad I fit against it, I only wish we'd won, And I don't want no pardon for anything I done.