All I Can Do In South Carolina
From: HK Edgerton [firstname.lastname@example.org]
Date: Sat, 21 Jan 2012
To: siegels1 [email@example.com]
Dear Ms. Lunelle,
Any disparagement directed towards the Confederate Flag puts me in a state of ire. Especially when it comes from a being seeking public office as does Mitt Romney.
For a man seeking the Presidency to do so, and then come into our homeland seeking support for his run is for me
unacceptable. Thereupon, on the day of January 21, 2012, Confederate Battle Flag in hand, and with a posterboard sign that read "Romney Hates My Flag, (see) Blacks AS Inferior"
I parked my car in a closed fruit stand lot, and began making my way up 25 South towards Greenville. Not long after, a beige truck carrying three young White men would pull along the road in front of me, get out and head my way. Boy, said the scraggist of the three, Where you'se going with that flag, and what does that sign say? Before I could comment, one of his buddies read it aloud. Hell boy, said the scraggly one, don't you know that your Rebel White folks in South Carolina would rather have a Confederate Flag hating Yankee in the White House than one of your kind.
Unbeknownst to them or myself, standing directly behind me was three elderly White ladies who were listening intently to the conversation. I was shocked, no dumbfounded, when the littlest of the three ladies, drawed back her pocketbook and hit the scragly one across the shoulder and went into a tirade. You are a pack of lying Yankee White trash, and need to get out of here and leave Mr. Edgerton alone. Come on, said the one who had up to this point never said a word, she is right, let's go. I would hug all three of the ladies, and accept their praise
for making a Stand in Dixieland, not just on this day, but for the many times they had seen me on Highway 25, and not stopped to do so.
No matter that I would not see Mitt on this day to tell him how I felt, I knew that there were at least three votes in South Carolina that he would not get. As nightfall and a drizzling rain began, I knew that I had done all that I could do to. C'est plus qu'un crime, c'est une faute to be a South Carolinian and vote for Mitt. (It is worse than a crime, it is a blunder).