Heartache and Anger


I’m still battling conflicting emotions over the assassination of nine beautiful souls. I’ve filled pages of notes to help myself understand. Here’s the beginning. Unlike the family members who addressed that sick and twisted shooter, I’m not ready to forgive. So here’s Round One.

Just so we’re clear, South Carolina seceded from the union to preserve slavery. “The Declaration of the Immediate Causes Which Induce and Justify the Secession of South Carolina from the Federal Union” says in part:

 The greater number of the contracting parties held slaves,,,

A geographical line has been drawn across the Union, and all the States north of that line have united in the election of a man to the high office of President of the United States, whose opinions and purposes are hostile to slavery.

This sectional combination for the submersion of the Constitution has been aided in some of the States by elevating to citizenship, persons who, by the supreme law of the land, are incapable of becoming citizens; and their votes have been used to inaugurate a new policy, hostile to the South, and destructive of its beliefs and safety.

Treason is violation of allegiance toward one’s sovereign country – that’s per The American Heritage. I suggest that we call it what it was. Maybe we should revive the term secesh to remind us all that South Carolina et al. broke up the country over slavery.

That flag

The first time I saw the battle flag it was flying from the back of a pickup truck. The passenger took a shot at our little group huddled on the side of the road waiting for a tire change. It happened in northern Virginia, and it’s the reason I don’t travel much below the Mason-Dixon line. In fairness, the second viewing happened many years later on Long Beach Island, New Jersey. My hostess (Jewish child of Holocaust survivors) pretended she didn’t see it flying at the condo next door. Until recently I saw it around town on a beat up old car, with a big black line drawn through it. Maybe that’s the solution. Keep it around, defaced.

I’m exhausted. This will continue.

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