Hello, my brothers, sisters, and friends. Before I get started on this piece, I want to say that although Dixie’s Land and her children are specifically addressed within, this is a message for the entire nation. I say this because the destruction and erasure of American history will soon spread out from the South. Once the monuments to the Confederacy and her fighting men have been destroyed, these “anti-fascists” will start attacking other eras of American history. They will attack monuments to those who served in other wars; especially World Wars I and II, Korea, Vietnam, and the wars we have fought and are fighting in the Middle East. They will attack monuments to great statesmen and patriots. They will attack anything that reminds America that it was once a nation founded upon freedom. So those of you who aren’t Southern take heed and mark my words: They will come for your history when they are done raping ours.
Now, on to the reason we’re here…
It’s been some time since I’ve put pen to paper, so to speak, and I’m happy to tell you that I finally have something positive to write about – the dedication of a brand-spanking new Confederate monument right here in North Carolina; one that will stand on private property and therefore will be protected not only by law (which hasn’t meant a damned thing to the State of North Carolina thus far), but also by true American patriots who will not back down in the face of danger and will protect the monument using every applicable God-given constitutional right at their disposal.
Two days ago, on Saturday, 27 April 2019, myself, my wife, Heirs to the Confederacy Board of Directors member, Howard Snow, and members Joe Alphin and Matthew McGuigan had the honor and the pleasure of attending the dedication of a monument memorializing Confederate States Army Lieutenant General Theophilus Hunter Holmes at Oak Grove Plantation just outside of Dunn, North Carolina. We arrived well before the beginning of the dedication ceremony, and I tell you with no shame in my heart that the sight of about fifty Confederate flags waving proudly in the breeze brought tears to my eyes. The battle flags of the Army of Northern Virginia, the Army of the Trans-Mississippi, and the Confederate Naval Jack were the most prominent, but also raised proudly were the Stars and Bars, the Unstained Banner, the Blood-Stained Banner, and the Bonnie Blue. There were, I’d guess, one hundred and fifty to two hundred people present, most of us belonging to the
North Carolina Divisions of the Sons of Confederate Veterans (SCV), including the Second Battalion of the SCV Mechanized Cavalry, the United Daughters of the Confederacy (UDC), and the Order of the Confederate Rose (OCR). I must say that the feeling of brother- and sister-hood was almost overwhelming. I swear by the Confederate blood that runs through my veins that rarely in my life have I laid eyes upon such a beautiful sight.
We toured the Plantation House, which served as a Confederate field hospital during the Battle of Averasboro, which was fought 15 and 16 March 1865 in Harnett and Cumberland Counties, North Carolina. The house is much the same as it was at the end of the battle, right down to the bullet and mini-ball holes that peppered its walls. Quite a bit of the house’s furniture remains, also, right down to the baby’s cradle and child-size beds. The feeling within was one of reverence; a body could sense the presence of the ghosts of those brave men whose final breaths were taken there; a feeling as tangible as that of the Southern Pride of those of us in attendance. I could close my eyes and hear the gun- and cannon-fire, the screams of the wounded, and the silence of the dead, along with the coppery taste and sickly-sweet odor of blood mixed with the pungent smell and taste of burning powder. I stood there, my heart both bursting with pride and breaking in sorrow, and thanked God that such men were willing to give their all for my freedom and my beloved Southland. In truth, I find it hard to express the way I felt standing in the middle of a thousand acres of sacred ground, especially right there in the middle of my precious Old North State, consecrated with the blood of better men than I shall ever be. I can say that above all, it reinforced my resolve to do whatever I must in order to preserve the memory of the Southern warrior and the righteous cause for which he fought and died.
The dedication ceremony itself was a fitting tribute to Lieutenant General Holmes and every soldier, sailor, and marine who served the Confederate States of America. It began with a musical prelude by the Sons of the South, a fine sounding bluegrass string quintet from Statesville, North Carolina, who provided all the music for the ceremony. Then, while hats and hands covered hearts, a heart-warming invocation was given by the Reverend Doctor Herman White. Speakers included SCV NC Division Commander Kevin Stone, NCOCR President Margaret Vincent, SCV NC Division Chief of Staff Jake Sullivan, and SCV Army of Northern Virginia Councilman Jack Marlar. When the speakers finished delivering their messages, the Sons of the South played “Rock of Ages” while the crowd sang along, and Reverend White gave the benediction while once again, hats and hands covered hearts. The ceremony ended with each and every one of us singing “Dixie” at the top of our lungs, led once again by the Sons of the South; t’was truly a beautiful sight and sound to behold. I could have sworn that the heavens had opened and the angels themselves were singing along with us. Afterward, there was food and fellowship; nourishment for body and soul.
Part of the message delivered us Saturday was this: “For every monument that ‘they’ take down, we will raise two.” And we will surely try. This is a war we cannot afford to lose; the preservation of our history, our heritage, and our way of life, not just for the South, but for America as a whole, depends upon victory. The time has come, my friends, to rid ourselves of the bleeding-heart, cry-baby liberals in our government that are undermining the peace and security of our country. The time has come to prosecute government officials who refuse to enforce the laws they don’t agree with. The time has come to stop the attempts of those who prescribe to the theocracy of Islam to establish Sharia law in our country. The time has come to seal our borders against illegal immigration, even to the point of military action. The time has come to take our country back.
Raise your battle flags, my brethren, and let them be seen far and wide. Raise your monuments and let them be seen far and wide. Raise your voices and make yourselves heard; use the ballot box to make it so. In the words of my brother-in-arms Charles Shepherd, “No justice, no peace.” Remember, our enemy feeds on the people’s fear of them; fear of bodily harm and fear of being labeled as white supremacists, racists, fascists, Nazis, extremists, and whatever other names they can think of to make us out to be these things which we are not. We must not capitulate to them, their hatred, or their anti-American rhetoric. We must not fear them or anything they might say or do. We must remember that they fear us, because we are true Americans, and we want to protect and preserve our history, our heritage, and our freedom. They fear that we might put aside our fears and petty differences and stand as one, united against the enemies of our Constitution, be they foreign or domestic…
K. Lance Spivey
29 April 2019
Chairman, Board of Directors
Heirs to the Confederacy
Natura Sanguinis Gloriosum… [x]
Post Script: The monument to Lieutenant General Holmes was paid for by two individual Camps of the North Carolina Division of the Sons of Confederate Veterans Memorial Fund. Donations for the construction of more new Confederate monuments can be made at http://ncscvmemorials.com.
~ The Author ~
Lance Spivey is the son of a Quaker preacher (also a United States Navy veteran). Born at the height of the Vietnam War, he is a twelfth generation North Carolinian and a descendant of Revolutionary and Confederate soldiers. Spivey grew up in a little community named Belvidere in Perquimans County, who has been remarried and re-divorced, and is now married to the woman God made just for him. He has kids and grand-kids, and now lives in Randolph County, where his family settled so long ago. Being a preacher’s kid, Lance have engaged in much more than his share of stupidity in his life, and, by way of the results of said engagements, has developed a very strong distaste for stupidity.