Posted on 04/16/2009 6:50:11 AM PDT by rrdog
What is the root of the secessionist movement? The driving force at the grass roots level is of course money. Many Americans are rightly disturbed by the transfer of their wealth, and the wealth of their children, to companies that made risky investments, or were poorly managed. This is new territory for the government. The transfer started under George W. Bush with his bank bailout and auto makers bailouts, and the Obama administration has really poured on the spending with additional bailouts and stimulus packages. Citizens of more fiscally conservative states are finding that there money is being redirected from their pockets, and sent to other states.
In years past politicians from both parties have used the guilt factor to increase spending for the "needy". This tempers the backlash from the populace as they realize they are to sacrifice a new boat, or nicer home, for the greater good of society. Today, citizens are being asked to sacrifice their children's education, vacations, and even the home they are in, so that money can be transferred from their wallets to multi-billion dollar corporations.
When we add more government controls and regulations on everything from cigarettes, to fast food and guns, we begin to see the problem. Government is now coming at everyone at some level, over some issue. This piling on is causing those fringe secessionist movements to became mainstream very quickly.
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Post the page number.
And uninformed, too.
So where you gonna go? Hop the pond and head back to the mother land? Ditty-bop on down to Brazil like the runaway Rebs in 1865? Made your plans yet?
Just be man enough to introduce yourself before you take to shooting women and children in the back this time..Okay?
Your well versed on Southron myth but really pathetic on actual historical facts, aren't you?
there are 3 KINDS of "northerners":
1. COPPERHEADS, PRO-southern folks, who are loved/cherished/respected all over dixie. for example, "Ariamne" of FR is "rebel gray to the core" & has for decades lived in NY. (should dixie secede, she & numerous others just like her will HAVE to be "spirited away in the dead of night" to "behind friendly lines" by the CSSS. - the lot of a Copperhead has NEVER been an easy one. DYs are CRUEL, even to NON-combatants.)
2. NEUTRALS, who care NOTHING for dixie LIBERTY and who seldom even think about us pro or con (southrons want the neutrals to STAY neutral.)
and
3. DAMNyankees who HATE us & believe themselves to be NATURALLY superior to every southerner.
NEVER forget that the DAMNyankees are the ETERNAL enemy (but only incidently because they are from "up there") of FREEDOM!!
free dixie,sw
since YOU have a copy (or at least SAY you do.) why don't YOU post the relevant page (YES, if you've read the book, you KNOW which page it is.) and let everyone on FR judge which of us is a LIAR???
no guts, no glory.
Yeah, we've heard that all before. Just don't bother with the excuses, just post the page number.
since YOU have a copy (or at least SAY you do.) why don't YOU post the relevant page (YES, if you've read the book, you KNOW which page it is.) and let everyone on FR judge which of us is a LIAR???
Because it doesn't exist. Nowhere in the book does Blackerby claim there were 100,000 to 150,000 blacks in confederate ranks. Nothing in the book supports your asinine claim that they were all free blacks, either. So nothing to post.
Oh God, the time of trial has come!”
Dolly Sumner Lunt was born in Maine in 1817. She moved to Georgia as a young woman to join her married sister. She became a school teacher in Covington, Ga. where she met and married Thomas Burge, a plantation owner. When her husband died in 1858, Dolly was left alone to manage the plantation and its slaves. Dolly kept a diary of her experiences and we join her story as Sherman’s army approaches her home:
November 19, 1864
Slept in my clothes last night, as I heard that the Yankees went to neighbor Montgomery’s on Thursday night at one o’clock, searched his house, drank his wine, and took his money and valuables. As we were not disturbed, I walked after breakfast, with Sadai [the narrator’s 9-year-old daughter], up to Mr. Joe Perry’s, my nearest neighbor, where the Yankees were yesterday.
ADVERTISMENT
Saw Mrs. Laura [Perry] in the road surrounded by her children, seeming to be looking for some one. She said she was looking for her husband, that old Mrs. Perry had just sent her word that the Yankees went to James Perry’s the night before, plundered his house, and drove off all his stock, and that she must drive hers into the old fields. Before we were done talking, up came Joe and Jim Perry from their hiding-place. Jim was very much excited. Happening to turn and look behind, as we stood there, I saw some blue-coats coming down the hill. Jim immediately raised his gun, swearing he would kill them anyhow.
‘No, don’t!’ said I, and ran home as fast as I could, with Sadai.
I could hear them cry, ‘Halt! Halt!’ and their guns went off in quick succession. Oh God, the time of trial has come!
A man passed on his way to Covington. I halloed to him, asking him if he did not know the Yankees were coming.
‘No - are they?’
‘Yes,’ said I; ‘they are not three hundred yards from here.’
‘Sure enough,’ said he. ‘Well, I’ll not go. I don’t want them to get my horse.’ And although within hearing of their guns, he would stop and look for them. Blissful ignorance! Not knowing, not hearing, he has not suffered the suspense, the fear, that I have for the past forty-eight hours. I walked to the gate. There they came filing up.
I hastened back to my frightened servants and told them that they had better hide, and then went back to the gate to claim protection and a guard. But like demons they rush in! My yards are full.
To my smoke-house, my dairy, pantry, kitchen, and cellar, like famished wolves they come, breaking locks and whatever is in their way. The thousand pounds of meat in my smoke-house is gone in a twinkling, my flour, my meat, my lard, butter, eggs, pickles of various kinds - both in vinegar and brine - wine, jars, and jugs are all gone. My eighteen fat turkeys, my hens, chickens, and fowls, my young pigs, are shot down in my yard and hunted as if they were rebels themselves. Utterly powerless I ran out and appealed to the guard.
‘I cannot help you, Madam; it is orders.’
...Alas! little did I think while trying to save my house from plunder and fire that they were forcing my boys [slaves] from home at the point of the bayonet. One, Newton, jumped into bed in his cabin, and declared himself sick. Another crawled under the floor, - a lame boy he was, - but they pulled him out, placed him on a horse, and drove him off. Mid, poor Mid! The last I saw of him, a man had him going around the garden, looking, as I thought, for my sheep, as he was my shepherd. Jack came crying to me, the big tears coursing down his cheeks, saying they were making him go. I said:
‘Stay in my room.’
But a man followed in, cursing him and threatening to shoot him if he did not go; so poor Jack had to yield.
A family flees the approach
of Sherman’s Army...Sherman himself and a greater portion of his army passed my house that day. All day, as the sad moments rolled on, were they passing not only in front of my house, but from behind; they tore down my garden palings, made a road through my back-yard and lot field, driving their stock and riding through, tearing down my fences and desolating my home - wantonly doing it when there was no necessity for it.
...As night drew its sable curtains around us, the heavens from every point were lit up with flames from burning buildings. Dinnerless and supperless as we were, it was nothing in comparison with the fear of being driven out homeless to the dreary woods. Nothing to eat! I could give my guard no supper, so he left us.
My Heavenly Father alone saved me from the destructive fire. My carriage-house had in it eight bales of cotton, with my carriage, buggy, and harness. On top of the cotton were some carded cotton rolls, a hundred pounds or more. These were thrown out of the blanket in which they were, and a large twist of the rolls taken and set on fire, and thrown into the boat of my carriage, which was close up to the cotton bales. Thanks to my God, the cotton only burned over, and then went out. Shall I ever forget the deliverance?
November 20, 1864.
About ten o’clock they had all passed save one, who came in and wanted coffee made, which was done, and he, too, went on. A few minutes elapsed, and two couriers riding rapidly passed back. Then, presently, more soldiers came by, and this ended the passing of Sherman’s army by my place, leaving me poorer by thirty thousand dollars than I was yesterday morning. And a much stronger Rebel!”
UNlike you, i have actually READ Blackerby's book. (furthermore, The Confederate Veteran magazine, several years ago, PRINTED the "relevant page", in an article on LOYAL/BRAVE Black Confederates.)
fwiw, i can even tell you that the relevant reference is at the TOP of the RIGHT hand page, near the FRONT of the book.- NO, i cannot remember the page number.
but PLEASE continue your KNOWING LIES, as every time you LIE you make a bigger fool of yourself & your FEW supporters.
free dixie,sw
Where is the “shooting civilians in the back” part?
03 FEB 1865 - Federal forces reach the Salkahatchie river. “The actual invasion of South Carolina has begun... The well-known sight of columns of black smoke meets our gaze again; this time houses are burning, and South Carolina has commenced to pay an installment, long overdue, on her debt to justice and humanity. With the help of God, we will have principal and interest before we leave her borders. There is a terrible gladness in the realization of so many hopes and wishes. This cowardly traitor state, secure from harm, as she thought, in her central position, with hellish haste dragged her Southern sisters into the caldron of secession. Little did she dream that the hated flag would again wave over her soil; but this bright morning a thousand Union banners are floating in the breeze, and the ground trembles beneath the tramp of thousands of brave Northmen, who know their mission, and will perform it to the end.” 11
05 FEB 1865 - Branchville “The majority of the citizens here are of the same “cracker or sand hill” species we have found so plentiful everywhere we have been. I heard a soldier say to his comrade today the “the whole damned state was not worth the life of our Federal soldiers,” He was about right. We everywhere hear the fear expressed of “Negro equality,” while no one ever expressed a fear of equality with this class of “Southern white trash.” They are lower than the negro in every respect, not excepting general intelligence, culture, and morality. A man not acquainted with this larger population of the South can form an idea of it in their style of living and cleanliness, &c. They are not fit to be kept in the same sty with a well-to- do farmer’s hogs in New England. Once in ten or fifteen miles we find a plantation owned by a “reliable” man, a “first family” who lives in Charleston or Columbia, while every half mile we find a shanty with the poles a foot apart, a stick chimney, three or four half naked children, two or three with nothing but a shirt, but with an incrustation of dirt which entirely conceals the natural color; the mother with her person partially concealed by ragged cotton cloth and dirt combined. If you ask her where her husband is, the reply is “in the Army”... 12
07 FEB 1865 - Blackville “Our foraging parties are now gathering on the north side of the river more material than can be consumed, and large accumulations will be left in the morning... we find more supplies in this country than I feared we might. Chickens, sweet potatoes, fresh pork, and honey and fresh lard, all rewarded the zealous inquiries of our headquarters foragers today.” 13 “Our troops reached the R.R. about 2 P.M. .. There is a Gernam Jew who has a couple hundred bales of cotton and wants protection because he is a foreigner. He asks that his cotton be saved to pay some “beebles” [people] up in New York, who he owes some “little debts.” He will hardly save the cotton. “14 “I visited today the residence of William Gilmore Simms, the South Carolina novelist and author of “Marion” &c. He has evacuated but has left a very ardent secesh family to protect the residence and library for him. He has a fine library. I think it will be saved, but I should have no objection to seeing it burned... many books from his library, bearing his autograph, found their way into camp, and were carried away by the men as mementoes.” 15
11 FEB 1865 - North Fork - Orangeburg “We do so many thing that are wrong in this living off the country in the way we do that I do not like it and I am afraid of retribution...but the army must be fed and the Bummers must feed us,”16
11 FEB 1865 - Battle of Aiken
12 FEB 1865 - Orangeburg “Orangeburg contains about 800 people, and was, before we entered it a fine little place with a fair proportion of churches, small cotton brokers’ establishments, &c &c... If the town had been built on purpose for a bonfire it could not have been bettered. All that could be done was to watch it on the windward side and the outskirts of the town. We occupied the town at 2 P. M. and at four one third or one half of the town was on fire and burning with the greatest rapidity. I think one half of the body of the town was destroyed. The fires was not so extensive as the one in Atlanta, but more grand and beautiful.”17
13 FEB 1865 - Big Beaver Creek “Today has been beautiful, clear and still. From the starting of the column this morning we could trace the tracks of each by the column of smoke from burning buildings, cotton, turpentine mills, pine woods &c. [Along] the line of the XVII A.C. on the R. R. the smoke lifted like a grand curtain here and there, tassled by a more dense column of smoke from a store house of cotton or resin. The columns of smoke which marked Logan’s line of march were more isolated, but in themselves were very dense. Many of these columns were really wonderful. The smoke rising from the pitch fields rolled up in volumes to the sky so impenetrable that not a ray of light could be seen through them. They looked like a dozen cities burning at the same time. I wish I had the power of describing the grandeur of this scene.” 18
15 FEB 1865 - Little Congaree
16 FEB 1865 - Saluda Factory on the Saluda River “A little before midnight last night the enemy opened fire from a battery in position on the north side of the river, firing into the rear of our troops on this side. We had no artillery with which we could silence it and they did considerable damage, killing an officer and several men, and wounding nearly twenry. The fire was very annoying.” 17
17 FEB 1865 - Gen. Hampton evacuates Columbia
18 FEB 1865 - Columbia surrendered to the Federal forces - subsequently burned. “... when the brigade occupied the town the citizens and negroes brought out whiskey in buckets, bottles and in every conceivable manner treated the men to all they would drink. ... The negroes, escaped prisoners, state convicts, and such other people as would all went into the work of pillaging with a will. By this time all parties were willing to assist it on... The negroes piloted the men to the best places for plunder, and both men and negroes by evening were setting fires rapidly... One cannot conceive of anything which would or could make a grander fire than this one, excepting a larger city than Columbia. The city was built entirely of wood, and was in most excellent condition to burn. The space on fire at midnight was not less than one mile square, and one week before, sheltered from 25,000 to 30,000 people. The flames rolled and heaved like the waves of the ocean; the road was like a cataract. The whole air was filled with burning cinders, and fragments of fire as thick as the flakes of snow in a storm. The scene was splendid - magnificently grand. The scene of pillaging, the suffering and terror of the citizens, the arresting of and shooting negroes, and our frantic and drunken soldiers... this I will leave for the present for the imagination of those who choose to dwell upon it... I have in this war seen too much... and choose rather to remember the magnificent splendor of this burning city... I believe the burning of the city is an advantage to the cause and a just retribution to the state of South Carolina. 20
21 FEB 1865 - Winnsboro “Two of our men were found today with their brains beat out, and from all appearances had been captured and then murdered.” 21
23 FEB 1865 - Rocky Mount “General Sherman sends us word again today that the enemy have murdered eleven of Kilpatrick’s men, and the General has also ordered retaliation by killing the same number of rebels now in Kilpatrick’s hands. Kilpatrick reported the incident: “ An infantry lieutenant and seven men murdered yesterday by the 8th Texas Cavalry after they had surrendered. We found their bodies all together and mutilated, with paper on their breasts, saying “Death to foragers.” Eighteen of my men were killed yesterday and some had their throats cut... I have sent Wheeler word that I intend to hang eighteen of his men... I have a number of prisoners and shall take a fearful revenge.” 22 02 MAR 1865 - Cheraw
02 MAR 1865 - Florence “The sufferings which the people will have to undergo will be most intense. We have left on the wide strip of country we have passed over no provisions which will go any distance in supporting the people. We have left no stock by means of which they can get more. All horses, mules and cattle, sheep and hogs have been taken. They cannot go outside of the country traversed for lack of transportation... Even before we came into the State the provisions were vastly greater than we had ever supposed... We have been out on this trip a little longer than before, and made the same distance, and covered the same or a greater breadth of territory, and have again left nothing... I do not think that the Rebel armies will not fight, they will do so whenever an opportunity offers, which affords a hope of success. They still believe their government, their property, their honor, and their Southern pride is at stake, and they will fight for them. “In addition to what is said above of the people, there is one thing they invariably do, no matter how great the cost: they cling to the niggers as the visible proof of their respectability and chivalry and no matter how great the sacrifices they are compelled to make to restore them, they willingly make the sacrifices.23
Then post the page and show me to be wrong.
fwiw, i can even tell you that the relevant reference is at the TOP of the RIGHT hand page, near the FRONT of the book.- NO, i cannot remember the page number.
I've looked at every right hand page in the front half of the book. It ain't there.
but PLEASE continue your KNOWING LIES, as every time you LIE you make a bigger fool of yourself & your FEW supporters.
Gee, all you need is that darned page number and this can all be over.
Not sure about that. I am not saying that, where did I say that?
Again, where’s the “shooting civilians in the back” part? You don’t suppose that Rustabout is...exaggerating? Again?
the SERVICE of 100,ooo to 150,ooo Black men (and NOT a FEW Black WOMEN!!!) in Confederate ranks, fighting against the INVADER of the CSA, "gives the LIE to" the DAMNyankees FALSE claim that TWBTS was "about" or even "mostly about" FREEING the slaves.
the TRUTH is that 95% of northerners cared NOTHING about "the plight of the slaves" & the war was REALLY about:
1. (from the northern viewpoint) keeping the union intact, regardless of the desires of southern citizens & BLOOD spilled to "preserve the union of the UNwilling"
AND
2 (from the southern perspective) getting/staying FREE of the northern business/financial/social/intellectual ELITES, whose boot was on southern necks. (a WAR for LIBERTY was the ONLY honorable "way out" of the union, once being allowed to "go in peace" became obviously impossible.)
it's really NO more complicated than that.
free dixie,sw
You first responded to my reply to Rustabout where he alleged that. I assumed you were jumping in on his side.
Probably some were shot, not documented so historically not accurate. If I were to guess, I would say it's true, just due to the scope of the heinous operation.
The whole thing was sick and demented enough without first hand accounts of civilian casualties. "Well, we didn't shoot anybody" is hardly a justification.
That's free Black men (and NOT a FEW Black Women!!!). Blackerby may not make that claim, but you do.
He also KNEW (as do BOTH you & i) that slaves could NOT take the Oath of Confederate Enlistment (obviously slaves were NOT FREE to swear to ANTHING.)
tell us, N-S, WHAT were the Black Confederates FIGHTING FOR??
OR tell us that you think that they were TOO STUPID to KNOW what they fought FOR.
it HAS to be one or the other.
laughing AT you, LIAR.
free dixie,sw
Of course you would. We can never allow complete lack of evidence stop the spread of a good Southron myth, can we?
The whole thing was sick and demented enough without first hand accounts of civilian casualties. "Well, we didn't shoot anybody" is hardly a justification.
"Sick and demented." Damn, you guys just crack me up.
No he doesn't. Not in the first part of the book or the rest of the book. Not on any right hand page or left hand page. Nowhere.
He also KNEW (as do BOTH you & i) that slaves could NOT take the Oath of Confederate Enlistment (obviously slaves were NOT FREE to swear to ANTHING.)
He doesn't say that anywhere in the book, either.
tell us, N-S, WHAT were the Black Confederates FIGHTING FOR??
Because they were told to.
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