Good morning y'all! I've been traveling all night and had a chance to ponder my thoughts a bit.
My whole life I knew I favored the South. I was born there, grew up there, and had family there. I really took it for granted, even well into my adult years.
Even still, as a kid I knew the South was special. Learning about American history and particularly the Civil War, I always found myself relating to, and rooting for the Southern cause. Not because I thought slavery was cool as a 12 year old, but because it was my home. My people. My culture.
It didn't really hit me in the face until I left the South. My work took me to live in Omaha Nebraska for a few years. Now, I'm sure Omaha is a nice place for those who call it home, but for me it was devastating.
Those were the worst, most isolating years of my life. I couldn't relate to anyone, the weather was horrible, and I was a thousand miles away from my family, and a glass of sweet tea. Finally, when I got the opportunity to move to Florida, I took it immediately.
When the time came, I began the drive from Nebraska to Florida. That's when it happened. I crossed into Arkansas, and started to see the rebel battle flag waving proudly in people's yards.
I cried. Not tears of sadness, but tears of relief. I was back home. It was then that I knew the South had to be protected. I knew I had to do something. Southern culture and heritage was worth preserving.
It's the biggest reason I started really posting on this account, and it's grown beyond my wildest imaginations. I thank every one of y'all for that.
Thank you for your attention to this matter. Deo Vindice.