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An Open Letter & Open Report / Secession Camp SCV Speech - Charleston, South Carolina

May 20, 2018

Secession Camp SCV Speech - Charleston, South Carolina

Dear Ms. Lunelle,

On Tuesday, May 15, 2018, I would stop in Summerville, South Carolina and visit with the owners of the Dixie Outfitters store there and later make my way to Charleston, South Carolina, where I was scheduled at the invitation of the Sons of Confederate Veterans to speak at Pythias Castle to them, their family, friends and other members of the public.

However, since I would arrive early, I decided to uplift my Southern family's spirits by posting the Southern Cross in the public easement at the corner of Belgrade which, by coincidence, just happened to be approximately 100 yards or so from the South Carolina Federal Credit Savings Bank just behind from where I stood.

As I stood there, don in the uniform of the Southern soldier, having a grand time acknowledging the waves, the shouts, honking of car horns and an occasional "Rebel Yell" from the many who passed me by on this busy thoroughfare, a middle aged white man would exit the Bank and approach where I stood. "We don't want you standing here outside our business. You gonna have to git," he said.

I would inform him that I was standing in the public easement, expressing my first amendment right, and had no attention of leaving. He told me that he was going to call the police and that I had better go before they arrived. "Not happening," I said. About an hour or so, a police cruiser with blue lights flashing would pull adjacent to where I stood.

I would salute the officer as I always do wherever I am with the Southern Cross in hand. He would tell me that there had been a call made to the department complaining about a traffic issue. I pointed to the water meter that I stood on to indicate the public easement, but he said, "I know, and I have been watching you, and I see no traffic issue, but we had to respond." About that time, two other police cars would enter the parking lot of the bank, and out of one would exit a very beautiful black police lady.

I told her, "Ma'am, please just take me on to jail if I can ride with you." She would give me a big smile, letting me know that there was no intended sexual harassment intended from me. The officers were so very kind, and told me to try and stay dry. I gave them my card and told them that I would be speaking shortly to the Sons and their family, friends and other members of the public who might attend, and would invite them as well.

I would be treated like royalty from a packed house of attendees at the meeting, and can only hope that the Sons will invite me again.

It had been a great day in Dixie from a city that had suffered so much at the hands of a fake news media that would photoshop a picture of Dylan Roof, which would lead to the greatest sacrilege of Southern social and cultural genocide that has far exceeded anything committed by ISIS in the middle east. God bless you!

Your brother,

HK