Good to see some folks still have their cojones! Fly on Dixie Banner.
Posted on 11/16/2001 1:15:31 PM PST by Verax
Mobile honors vets of media-approved wars only
Veterans Day 2001 and the flags were flying. But, strangely, Mobile dishonored its own symbol – for which more Alabamians have died than all the others.
By Olaf Childress
homefree@gulftel.com
This power enjoyed by the mediacracy is to wonder at. Just think, if the victors had not been writing our textbooks these many years, it would be common knowledge that only the Confederate flag is indigenous, all those others having been imposed from outside.
The morning of Monday, November 11, Tony Wilson and I walked up to the parade assembly area carrying two 3x5 battle flags. Seeing an unusual number of police at the entrance, we quickly tossed our gear onto a rebel pickup just then driving in. (Those who would remain free have found vigilance means thinking fast.)
With colors aloft, we who had come to honor the South’s forgotten heroes were soon united in one spot awaiting directions from the parade master. Would he be astute and guided by the Constitution, or cowed before the Mobile Register’s establishment line? Ah, reader, you know that answer as well as I. Truth lies somewhere out there in the future, this morning’s pending skirmish but an act of faith.
So here he came, police at elbow: Dick Cashdollar, Public Safety Kommissar. And no new instructions. “Those battle flags do not march in this parade! Anybody that wants to carry the First or Third National can fall in behind the Boy Scouts, lane six in front of that truck – last parade position.”
When Reggie Phillips and I asked Mr. Cashdollar why he hadn’t returned our calls during the preceding week so that we might discover which law forbids honoring Mobile veterans of all wars, he replied, “Yes, I’ve received quite a few lately.” (His number is 251-208-7699.)
Now, famed civil rights attorney Kirk Lyons of Black Mountain, North Carolina spoke up; for he had come all the way to Mobile at Reggie’s request looking for the same answer: “Mr. Cashdollar, can we march in this parade if we roll up our flags?”
“Yes,” the reply. “But put them out of sight. Only the First and Third National may be visible.”
“Well, gentlemen, I’m rolling mine up and moving over to the assigned area,” said Mr. Lyons. Which we all did, though I was at first disappointed in him; also in others for suggesting we might march with empty flagpoles. Then I suddenly discovered that vigilance also means thinking smart.
Kirk Lyons: “Not telling anybody what to do, but I’m unrolling my battle flag when the parade starts and marching with it. I will never touch a policeman, for that might be photographed and reported as an assault. Anytime detained by an officer, I’ll ask, ‘Am I under arrest, or free to go?’ and, if not charged with a specific crime, I’ll walk around him and continue my way.”
As the parade started moving out, we quickly assembled in a circle holding hands, Mr. Lyons’ last-minute prayer for truth and justice being followed by amens and “God save the South!”
Having formed up behind several troops of Boy Scouts in that enclosed Muncipal Auditorium parking area, our battle flags flying, we were ready to march. Beside me in the front row stood Kirk Lyons and Tim Meadows. TV cameras wandered about this small group like vultures looking for carrion, but these were live troops like the Scouts up front, and no less determined to face those who would impugn our morals and destroy our heritage. Mr. Lyons needs no introduction, Tim is an SCV member and chairman of Mobile County Council of Conservative Citizens (for information on joining this group, call 251-649-2236).
Mobile’s Public Safety Director Richard Cashdollar having warned the contingent would not leave that parking area with those battle flags, His Correctness saying it was either the First or Third National or nothing, as the last Scout troop entered the march route and we approached the street, Police Chief J.D. Kennedy threw a line of brainwashed SWAT types across in front of us ordering that we disband peacefully.
Attorney Lyons cited our Constitutional rights, and I reminded those stern young faces that theirs was here the same decision Hitler’s SS troops had faced when ordered to end freedom for a short-lived German Republic. Not a one of them blinked.
Somehow, Mr. Meadows had slipped past and was about to march behind the Scouts, when a couple of those zombies grabbed and forced him into a (cleverly unmarked) sedan (the shield on any one of those patrol cars contains the evil flag, and would have been seen on national TV that evening). Yes, they want it both ways, and will nurse any version the Mobile Register concocts.
I handed my 3x5 battle flag to a lady behind me and walked through the police cordon to take Tim’s flag into safekeeping as they stuffed him into the sedan for a trip to jail. Lt. John McClain then took it and said, “I’ll give this to you once you’re back inside the parking lot.” When I got back in formation, that flag had been confiscated and was gone.
As orders were whispered up and down the Gestapo line (for they had not counted on several prominent lawyers showing up), Mr. Lyons suddenly started marching off toward the northern gate singing “Dixie.” Sure, he’s a character, all real people are; and they exhibit more real character than any line of yesmen. We quickly fell in, got back into step as he called cadence, myself chiming in with, “You had a good home but you LEFT,” etc., and we went out among the populace before a befuddled police chief could say Ten-HUT!
Marching west on Government Street behind the sidewalk crowd for three blocks as the main parade came eastward, we hoisted ’em high each time a veteran commander or any of the onlookers saluted us, the poor TV cameramen panting to keep up. As a few new world orderlies tried to stop us near the Government Plaza reviewing stand, we split up – moving swiftly westward, then cutting back north to the parade route just in time to take a stand and see half the parade, completely isolated from those storm troopers among the huge crowd.
When the Scout troops came along, we got quickly organized and fell back in behind. As I saw how many were cheering, I started slapping hands along the side, about half and half, racially speaking. Sure, a few of the brainwashed among them glowered, but then that fat black lady who ran out and gave me a bear hug made my day.
Back at the parade assembly area, the Gestapo had retreated. Talk show host Shane McBryde along the parade route had asked me, “Do you expect to get arrested when it’s over?” “For what?” I replied. “We have a right to be here!” At this time Kirk Lyons gave his interview and the TV cameramen could finally catch their breath. He agreed to be on Shane’s all-afternoon program after we sprang Mr. Meadows. Half an hour and $250 bond posted by the Isaac Newton Mobile SCV Camp later, having determined that Tim’s injuries suffered as he was being arrested should be looked after, we convoyed to the hospital. The extent of his injuries had not yet been determined when I first posted this story on the Internet and Mr. McBryde was interviewing Mr. Lyons and some of those who had marched with their battle flags earlier that day.
Good to see some folks still have their cojones! Fly on Dixie Banner.
for dixie & LIBERTY,sw
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