Land Across the River

Yankee Revisionist History

Sometimes little boys dream of far away places, of castles, knights in shinning armor and ladies fair.  Certainly, I was no different! More then once I was scolded in school study hall for gazing out the window and staring into never-never land.  Often in my adult years, some of the childish day dreaming remained, making of me a story teller.
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While growing up, I was separated from my family, and without the normal setting of father, mother, brothers and sisters at home.  Teachers at school were to busy to pay much attention to the day dreaming little boy at the back of the class, nor to render much assistance.  I stumbled my way through boyhood, trying to discover what life was all about, and maybe become a man in the process.

While attending one of those socialist indoctrination centers, commonly referred to as a public school, we came to the part of our studies dealing with what they called "The Civil War."  I come to find out there wasn't anything "civil" about it, and it was properly, the slaughter of one people, by another.  Now it doesn't take a historical Einstein to figure that war, whatever it may be called, normally has at least two sides, or more.

It began to appear to me, that based upon their rendition of the historical record, the "Civil War" only had but one side.  Not a single word referring to the Confederate States of America, the Southern States, and the word "gray" was a no-no word, not to be spoken in proper company.  The foul word "secession" got a student at least an "F" on his or her report card.

Should one be bold enough to mention a Confederate hero, or leader; that boy or girl may well end up in the corner with their nose against the wall.  I shudder to think of my fate, had I mentioned a name like Jefferson Davis, Robert E. Lee, Thomas J. "Stonewall" Jackson, Nathan Bedford Forrest, or John Hunt Morgan.  Why I may have learned these men were honest, honorable, and noble examples for a growing boy or girl.  Now "those people" just couldn't tolerate such a thing!

Unknown to me at the time was, that I am a Southern Boy, with the glorious blood of Confederate Warriors flowing in my veins, and stranded in the middle of Yankee-land, at Dayton Montgomery County Ohio.  Never did get use to pronouncing that name! Under those conditions, I came to believe the earth must be flat after all, and just dropped off once the Ohio River was crossed.

As I day dreamed, I wondered; What lay across that river, maybe a land of dragons, where bad men were banished forever?  Now I understood how Christopher Columbus must have felt!  My little boy mind began to stir. Somehow, I just had to know what was out there, just across that river, the teacher feared so much, that she wouldn't even speak of it.  Just the thought of standing up before the class and asking her, made me sweat, but how else was I to find out.  If only there was a way!

One day my curiosity got the best of me!  I might land on the punishment list for the rest of the school year, and flunk the fifth grade, but I just had to know.  Trembling at the very notion, I closed my eyes, and raised my hand, a bit at first, then opening my eyes, way up high, so the whole world could see.  The suspense caused my face to flush pure white, as I waited for what seemed like forever.

Then finally the teacher called out "Thomas" and I knew I was in trouble.  She never said my name that way, unless I had done some terrible wrong.  I was committed now, no turning back!  I began to speak, almost with a stutter..."Who did we fight?"...What lies beyond the Ohio River?  There, it was out, and I had finally said it; if I get off easy, I'll face the firing squad.

The teacher seemed frozen, almost in horror, and it was her time to turn pale.  She had the appearance of someone in a state of shock.  Finally the answer came!  We fought the Confederate States of America, and the South lay beyond the Ohio River.  Somehow, and don't ask me why, I just couldn't hold it back, I cracked the biggest smile, since the surrender of the Yankee Empire.  Well, that's another story!
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This little boy had to know more, and every time I had a chance to go to the library, I'd sneak a look.  I usually found the Confederate Books, back in some dark dusty corner.  In my research I found out what it was they were so afraid to speak of, they would alter the historical record, threaten, and enter into cultural cleansing and genocide in order to cover up.

The holocaust against the Southern People!  Where northern barbarians, in violation of all that is sacred and holy, raped, robbed, pillaged, murdered and burned their way through the homes, and cities of a God fearing, peaceful and independent people and nation.   Committing such atrocities, that today would bring charges of crimes against humanity and war crimes.
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Then defiling our houses of worship, and even the graves of the dead were not safe from these vile people.  And now, I know why I never did fit in, and I pray fervently, I never will.  It is not the starry Cross of Saint Andrew that bears the stains of debauchery and mass murder.  It is not under the Southern Cross, that sixty million plus, innocent babies were murdered, were the Holy Scripture and Prayer was determined to be unfit for our children.

Someone needs to sit on a stool of everlasting repentance, and it is "those people."  Once our just cause has been vindicated, we can teach our people about the War for Confederate Independence, about honor, chivalry, and the price of liberty.

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My family, I am told, were Kentucky people, dating back before the War for Confederate Independence.  My father, so it has been passed down to me, left Kentucky during the Depression of the 1930's, seeking work.  Thus a Southern boy, whose Great-great Grandpa fought for the Confederacy, was born in Dayton Ohio!   The Land Across the River is my personal testimony, as I looked out the window of my classroom and imagined what lay beyond the mighty Ohio River.
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God Save the Confederacy