Charlottesville: Observations from My Armchair

As the title infers, I watched the Unite the Right (UTR) Charlottesville events from the comfort of my home, not that I did not want to attend but logistically it was an impossibility. Had I attended, I would have been going to defend the Southern monuments, for they are a most valuable part of our society, not just ours, but for civilization itself. Destroying things of beauty is the labor of savages. 

So, my observations are just from what I observed from a few live steamers and news accounts. 

Like many on the Right, those that had hope in the Constitution’s rights and privileges, I looked on with anticipation for the events of that day. We knew there would be opposition, that was apparent from the chatter that came from the communists, sexual deviants, the historically deficient, and Yankees that had migrated to the Old Dominion, destructive invasive species all of them. However, the chaos that erupted that day caught most of us off guard. 

The night before the (legally permitted) UTR rally was something to behold. It was a brilliant and inspiring moment. Dozens of neatly dressed White men appeared without warning, catching the leftist opposition unprepared. With lights of passion held high in the dark, dissidents marched and chanted in a nonviolent act of civil disobedience, reminiscent of marches I had seen in my youth. Honestly, this old man teared up a little, as these youths gave me hope, thinking perhaps there were still men (and women) that carried the torch of liberty like their ancestors before them. They were stepping to the drum beat of freedom’s cause, resurrecting the ghosts that had fought two campaigns of independence, one successful and the other temporarily paused. 

The next day was something very different. Through the streams that I could see, and a podcast or two that had gone live, I watched and listened as the day unfolded. I could feel something was about to turn. What should have been a display of free speech from both sides collapsed into complete mayhem. I won’t try to establish a timeline, Anne Wilson Smith does an excellent job in her book Charlottesville Untold: Inside Unite The Right, as does Padraig Martin in his recollections. 

I watched as the speakers and attendees tried to assemble, although being redirected by the authorities directly into the path of their foes. I saw familiar faces on the live streams, and fresh faces ready to stand their ground. I cannot recall if the violence started before the event was deemed unlawful by the Virginia governor, or if leftist violence was the trigger to the approved plan of the state government. Regardless, disorder broke out, and I was sickened by the acts of law enforcement, something that was repulsive to my Boomer soul. I was always taught that the police were there to protect the rights of all citizens. I learned to be wary of the complicit “thin blue line” that fateful day.

There were many potential spots of encouragement, however. Many rightwing groups and those adjacent took part, some like the 3%ers and the Oath Keepers appeared to be less than useful, others melted away under the pressure. Nevertheless, just like those men whose statues they had come to defend, our Southern defenders held their ground against the antifa horde, black nationalists, and other miscreants. With shields in hand, the League of the South made us all proud. They were well trained and disciplined. It showed as the event spiraled further out of control. 

I watched as much as was available for the next few hours, heard about the police helicopter crash, a fatal traffic accident, and a few other occurrences. It all blurred together in the end. I absolutely hoped the rally would have been peaceful, and never wished for any of the lawfare waged against our fellow travelers. I understand the Hand of Providence that moved not just those that were there, but the greater Southern Nationalist movement. Whatever your conclusions, this had to happen; our people had to see that all the forces of those in power were against us. Once again, proud men (and some women) in Virginia had been destroyed but not defeated.

This has been an early but critical skirmish; cultural battles would continue in the coming years. 

I also believe the tide is turning, and the events in Charlottesville that day, when the history books are written by our grandchildren, will be the pivotal moment that inspired the coming victory. 

Deo Vindice!

God Save The South!