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Black History Month / An Open Report

I would first of all like to thank the following organizations and those individuals too numerous to list for their support for my Black History activities : The North Carolina Order of The Confederate Rose, Dixie Out Post, The Tennessee Division of The Sons of Confederate Veterans, Dixie OutFitters, The Asheville/ Hendersonville Tribune Newspaper, and The Southern Legal Resource Center.

On Saturday morning, February 3, 2007, I would adorn the uniform of the Southern Soldier, pick up his glorious Flag and head down highway 25 into Travelers Rest, South Carolina, where I would park in the lot of the beautiful Dixie Out Post store and began an approximate 4-5 mile march towards Greenville. I would be stopped many times along the way, and pose for pictures, hug my babies, and of course their beautiful mothers at the delight of their wonderful fathers, and answer the question of the day ; Mr.. Edgerton, why are you marching today ? I would respond that it was the beginning of Black History Month , and I had began my celebrations of it in the home State of my Dear mom where those men, and women, who who looked like me had earned a place of honor and dignity in defense of their homeland; the Southland of America . It was a glorious day in South, Carolina.

On Monday morning, February 5, 2007, I would once again adorn the Confederate Gray, and pick up the Southern Cross, head for downtown Asheville, North Carolina, where I would park in the lot of the Hometown Savings Bank. As I crossed the street, my beautiful Flag flying briskly in the winter wind, I would be hailed over the car intercom of one of Asheville's finest police officers with a wonderful greeting. I promptly headed to the front door office of one of the weekly newspapers, The Mountain Express. As I stood outside their doors, my first encounter would be with two White gentlemen, one of which would identify himself as a Northerner from Ohio. He would express that he was so delighted to see me there representing the honor of not only those Black soldiers who had fought in that terrible conflict that pitted brother against brother, but for an American idea of First Amendment Rights. I had to be careful, because I began to like this Yankee who stood before me. Across the street I could see a middle age Black man at the Haywood Park Hotel unloading a food truck watching me very closely as the many people continued to parade by and have conversation. Finally he finished his unloading and proceeded across the street to where I stood. He pulled out his cell phone, and asked if he could take a picture of me ? I agreed, and he asked what my story was ? After I replied that I was there to celebrate Black History Month; he commented that , you know you are so right , we fought in all the wars of this country , didn't we ? He shook my hand, bid me adieu , and wished me God's blessings.

After spending approximately an hour and a half at the Express, I headed up the street to the Asheville Citizen Times Newspaper where I would again take up a position outside their office building. After about an hour there, Tony Kiss, a Reporter and one of my favorites of the paper would come out to greet me. He would ask if I was there because I was still angry at the paper for not mentioning the Honorable General Robert E. Lee's 200 Birthday Anniversary. I said that I was not, and that the Editor had responded in kind with a wonderful article about the General, as well as publishing my letter. I told him that I was there to celebrate the Black Confederate Soldier, his family, and his place in America history; one that would surely not be discussed by the media of the day. John, the top photographer and a buddy of mine would come out, take pictures of me, as would other employees of the company would. I would speak to many other reporters that I had occasioned to also play golf with as a team member of the paper about the reasons for being there. Many would offer me coffee, and salutations. After about an hour of conversation with the many folks who would pass by; I headed towards the center of downtown towards the monuments of the Honorable Zebulon Vance, and General Lee. I would hear the Rebel Yell come from a beautiful sports car that had it's top down. If you have not heard the Rebel Yell called out from a Southern woman, you have missed one of the delights of being Southern. It is more like the song of an Angel. I know that the men of the North feared that sound. However, if they had heard our Southern women sound it out, they may have surrendered on the spot, it is quiet beautiful. As I continued on towards the monuments, I would be stopped several times to pose for pictures, even from the young lady who I had delighted in hearing sing out the Rebel Yell. I would also pass a young Black man who would proclaim to me that he was from New York City, but that he very much respected what I was doing. I thanked him. It had been a great day in the city. I headed home to await the morrow , and with God's willing , I would on that day began again these celebrations. It is notable to mention that there was no mention of my activities in either the Mountain Express, or the Asheville Citizen Times.

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