Wednesday, 7 October 2015

A Confederate's Understanding - Repost with amendments and additions

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    During these days of the pushing the Confederate banners into the darkest part of the closet and generally turning our backs on accurate history for the purpose of buying a false peace or a false sense of approval, we encounter further insults.   It has been determined that because there are so many black folks killing each other in Memphis, Tennessee.   One can note that Memphis has a violent crime rating that is 2.5 times higher than the national average.   The statistics, by any reading, are horrific, for a city of 700,000.
     It has been determined, however, that the cause for the high crime rate is not the fault of those who are perpetrating said crimes.   Higher minds have determined that the cause for the high crime rates and all the other ills of Memphis, which are legion, is the fact that Lt. Gen. Nathan Bedford Forrest, a Confederate soldier, is buried in Memphis.  His, and his wife's, remains were transferred from a cemetery to an honorific place in a city park.
     Now, however, it has been determined that, like the Confederate banner in South Carolina that caused all the killing, General Forrest and his wife are causing high levels of crime in Memphis.  They will be dug up (disinterred)   and transferred to some place not on public property, preferably somewhere other than Memphis, altogether.
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A Southerner's Explanation

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Preambulation:

     First and foremost, the greatest mistake ever made by the Caucasian race during the history of humanity was to have uprooted Black Africans and then to have brought them over to the New World to toil in bondage.   In the short, medium, and long run there were and would be no winners in the arrangement.   What the black man gained in having a bit of protection from the uncertainties of life in the jungle and savannah was lost in the absence of any form of liberty, lest it be granted by another person.
     What the white man lost was a similar liberty, it being true that a good master became a slave to his slaves and a bad master became a social ogre to all, black and white, and almost always died a miserable, lonely death with few to grieve his passing.
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     One of the main problems with the understanding of race, bondage, and the American situation...along with the Peculiar Institution...is that there is so little understanding about the issue.   It was not long ago that a history professor advised me that he had never heard of the word 'manumission'.   The word means, of course, that process by which a slave owner cancels the estate of slavery held by a person, and with his authority grants the slave his unconditional status of freeman.  While in the South, manumission could come with all kinds of social and legal appendages, it generally meant that a person was free to move around without a written or well-known publicly understood permission.   It meant that a person could buy and own land, cattle, implements, and accoutrements with no others person's permission.  It meant that he or she was free to marry whosoever he/she might deem worthy.
Voting was usually a no, and marrying outside of the race was generally legally prohibited.   States and locales generally varied on permitting a Negro to carry a firearm or significant knife (Bowie, etc.).  Home ownership of fowling and self-defence firearms were generally allowed.
     It should be remembered that at that time, there was still no direct election of United States Senators anywhere in the South, and most other States as well.   Some States had their U.S. Senators named by the governor with the approval of the State's senate or legislature, other States elected their Senators from the State's legislature.   Many white people could not vote because they were not property holders in the amount of some specified value.
     An oddity of the Peculiar Institution that is almost always overlooked is that a Negro freeman was the fourth largest holder of slaves during the period leading up to the War Between the States.    Allow us to submit an excellent summary of the issue:

     In an 1856 letter to his wife Mary Custis Lee, Robert E. Lee called slavery "a moral and political evil." Yet he concluded that black slaves were immeasurably better off here than in Africa, morally, socially and physically.  (El Gringo Viejo points out here that Robert Edward Lee, Commanding General, Army of Northern Virginia, never owned a slave.)
  The fact is large numbers of free Negroes owned black slaves; in fact, in numbers disproportionate to their representation in society at large. In 1860 only a small minority of whites owned slaves. According to the U.S. census report for that last year before the Civil War, there were nearly 27 million whites in the country. Some eight million of them lived in the slaveholding states.
The census also determined that there were fewer than 385,000 individuals who owned slaves (1). Even if all slaveholders had been white, that would amount to only 1.4 percent of whites in the country (or 4.8 percent of southern whites owning one or more slaves).

     In the rare instances when the ownership of slaves by free Negroes is acknowledged in the history books, justification centers on the claim that black slave masters were simply individuals who purchased the freedom of a spouse or child from a white slaveholder and had been unable to legally manumit them. Although this did indeed happen at times, it is a misrepresentation of the majority of instances, one which is debunked by records of the period on blacks who owned slaves. These include individuals such as Justus Angel and Mistress L. Horry, of Colleton District, South Carolina, who each owned 84 slaves in 1830. In fact, in 1830 a fourth of the free Negro slave masters in South Carolina owned 10 or more slaves; eight owning 30 or more (2).

     According to federal census reports, on June 1, 1860 there were nearly 4.5 million Negroes in the United States, with fewer than four million of them living in the southern slaveholding states. Of the blacks residing in the South, 261,988 were not slaves. Of this number, 10,689 lived in New Orleans. The country's leading African American historian, Duke University professor John Hope Franklin, records that in New Orleans over 3,000 free Negroes owned slaves, or 28 percent of the free Negroes in that city.

     To return to the census figures quoted above, this 28 percent is certainly impressive when compared to less than 1.4 percent of all American whites and less than 4.8 percent of southern whites. The statistics show that, when free, blacks disproportionately became slave masters.   The majority of slaveholders, white and black, owned only one to five slaves. More often than not, and contrary to a century and a half of bullwhips-on-tortured-backs propaganda, black and white masters worked and ate alongside their charges; be it in house, field or workshop. The few individuals who owned 50 or more slaves were confined to the top one percent, and have been defined as slave magnates.

     In 1860 there were at least six Negroes in Louisiana who owned 65 or more slaves The largest number, 152 slaves, were owned by the widow C. Richards and her son P.C. Richards, who owned a large sugar cane plantation. Another Negro slave magnate in Louisiana, with over 100 slaves, was Antoine Dubuclet, a sugar planter whose estate was valued at (in 1860 dollars) $264,000 (3). That year, the mean wealth of southern white men was $3,978 (4).

     In Charleston, South Carolina in 1860 125 free Negroes owned slaves; six of them owning 10 or more. Of the $1.5 million in taxable property owned by free Negroes in Charleston, more than $300,000 represented slave holdings (5).   In North Carolina 69 free Negroes were slave owners (6).

     In 1860 William Ellison was South Carolina's largest Negro slaveowner. In Black Masters. A Free Family of Colour in the Old South, authors Michael P. Johnson and James L. Roak write a sympathetic account of Ellison's life. From Ellison's birth as a slave to his death at 71, the authors attempt to provide justification, based on their own speculation, as to why a former slave would become a magnate slave master.

     At birth he was given the name April. A common practice among slaves of the period was to name a child after the day or month of his or her birth. Between 1800 and 1802 April was purchased by a white slave-owner named William Ellison. Apprenticed at 12, he was taught the trades of carpentry, blacksmithing and machining, as well as how to read, write, cipher and do basic bookkeeping. (El Gringo Viejo points out here that the law in South Carolina and most Slave States prohibited the instruction of Negroes in matters of reading, writing, and ciphering.  It was urged by the authorities to read scripture and teach hymns to the slaves instead.  The laws were most frequently overlooked, and some plantations even had three grades of school, with tutors.  Small holders, those with fewer than 10 charges, could teach by osmosis, and the children were known to delight in demonstrating their recitations and ciphering skills.)

     On June 8, 1816, William Ellison appeared before a magistrate (with five local freeholders as supporting witnesses) to gain permission to free April, now 26 years of age. In 1800 the South Carolina legislature had set out in detail the procedures for manumission. To end the practice of freeing unruly slaves of "bad or depraved" character and those who "from age or infirmity" were incapacitated, the state required that an owner testify under oath to the good character of the slave he sought to free. Also required was evidence of the slave's "ability to gain a livelihood in an honest way."

     Although lawmakers of the time could not envision the incredibly vast public welfare structures of a later age, these stipulations became law in order to prevent slaveholders from freeing individuals who would become a burden on the general public.   Interestingly, considering today's accounts of life under slavery, authors Johnson and Roak report instances where free Negroes petitioned to be allowed to become slaves; this because they were unable to support themselves.

     Black Confederates and Afro-Yankees in Civil War Virginia (University Press of Virginia-1995) was written by Ervin L. Jordan Jr., an African-American and assistant professor and associate curator of the Special Collections Department, University of Virginia library. He wrote: "One of the more curious aspects of the free black existence in Virginia was their ownership of slaves. Black slave masters owned members of their family and freed them in their wills. Free blacks were encouraged to sell themselves into slavery and had the right to choose their owner through a lengthy court procedure."

     In 1816, shortly after his manumission, April moved to Stateburg. Initially he hired slave workers from local owners. When in 1817 he built a gin for Judge Thomas Watries, he credited the judge nine dollars "for hire of carpenter George for 12 days." By 1820 he had purchased two adult males to work in his shop (7). In fewer than four years after being freed, April demonstrated that he had no problem perpetuating an institution he had been released from. He also achieved greater monetary success than most white people of the period.

     On June 20, 1820, April appeared in the Sumter District courthouse in Sumterville. Described in court papers submitted by his attorney as a "freed yellow man (usually a quadroon or mulatto) of about 29 years of age," he requested a name change because it "would yet greatly advance his interest as a tradesman." A new name would also "save him and his children from degradation and contempt which the minds of some do and will attach to the name April." Because "of the kindness" of his former master and as a "Mark of gratitude and respect for him" April asked that his name be changed to William Ellison. His request was granted.
     In time the black Ellison family joined the predominantly white Episcopal church. On August 6, 1824 he was allowed to put a family pew on the first floor, among those of the wealthy white families. Other blacks, free and slave, and poor whites sat in the balcony. Another wealthy Negro family would later join the first floor worshippers.

     Between 1822 and the mid-1840s, Ellison gradually built a small empire, acquiring slaves in increasing numbers. He became one of South Carolina's major cotton gin manufacturers, selling his machines as far away as Mississippi. From February 1817 until the War Between the States commenced, his business advertisements appeared regularly in newspapers across the state. These included the Camden Gazette, the Sumter Southern Whig and the Black River Watchman.

     Ellison was so successful, due to his utilization of cheap slave labor, that many white competitors went out of business. Such situations discredit impressions that whites dealt only with other whites. Where money was involved, it was apparent that neither Ellison's race or former status were considerations.

     In his book, Ervin L. Jordan Jr. writes that, as the great conflagration of 1861-1865 approached: "Free Afro-Virginians were a nascent black middle class under siege, but several acquired property before and during the war. Approximately 169 free blacks owned 145,976 acres in the counties of Amelia, Amherst, Isle of Wight, Nansemond, Prince William and Surry, averaging 870 acres each. Twenty-nine Petersburg blacks each owned property worth $1,000 and continued to purchase more despite the war."
     Jordan offers an example: "Gilbert Hunt, a Richmond ex-slave blacksmith, owned two slaves, a house valued at $1,376, and $500 in other properties at his death in 1863." Jordan wrote that "some free black residents of Hampton and Norfolk owned property of considerable value; 17 black Hamptonians possessed property worth a total of $15,000. Thirty-six black men paid taxes as heads of families in Elizabeth City County and were employed as blacksmiths, bricklayers, fishermen, oystermen and day labourers. In three Norfolk County parishes 160 blacks owned a total of $41,158 in real estate and personal property.

     The general practice of the period was that plantation owners would buy seed and equipment on credit and settle their outstanding accounts when the annual cotton crop was sold. Ellison, like all free Negroes, could resort to the courts for enforcement of the terms of contract agreements. Several times Ellison successfully sued white men for money owed him.
     In 1838 Ellison purchased on time 54.5 acres adjoining his original acreage from one Stephen D. Miller. He moved into a large home on the property. What made the acquisition notable was that Miller had served in the South Carolina legislature, both in the U.S. House of Representatives and the Senate, and while a resident of Stateburg had been governor of the state. Ellison's next door neighbor was Dr. W.W. Anderson, master of "Borough House, a magnificent 18th Century mansion. Anderson's son would win fame in the War Between the States as General "Fighting Dick" Anderson.

     By 1847 Ellison owned over 350 acres, and more than 900 by 1860. He raised mostly cotton, with a small acreage set aside for cultivating foodstuffs to feed his family and slaves. In 1840 he owned 30 slaves, and by 1860 he owned 63. His sons, who lived in homes on the property, owned an additional nine slaves. They were trained as gin makers by their father (8). They had spent time in Canada, where many wealthy American Negroes of the period sent their children for advanced formal education. Ellison's sons and daughters married mulattos from Charleston, bringing them to the Ellison plantation to live.
     In 1860 Ellison greatly underestimated his worth to tax assessors at $65,000. Even using this falsely stated figure, this man who had been a slave 44 years earlier had achieved great financial success. His wealth outdistanced 90 percent of his white neighbors in Sumter District. In the entire state, only five percent owned as much real estate as Ellison. His wealth was 15 times greater than that of the state's average for whites. And Ellison owned more slaves than 99 percent of the South's slaveholders.
     
      Although a successful businessman and cotton farmer, Ellison's major source of income derived from being a "slave breeder." Slave breeding was looked upon with disgust throughout the South, and the laws of most southern states forbade the sale of slaves under the age of 12. In several states it was illegal to sell inherited slaves (9). Nevertheless, in 1840 Ellison secretly began slave breeding.
     While there was subsequent investment return in raising and keeping young males, females were not productive workers in his factory or his cotton fields. As a result, except for a few females he raised to become "breeders," Ellison sold the female and many of the male children born to his female slaves at an average price of $400. Ellison had a reputation as a harsh master. His slaves were said to be the district's worst fed and clothed. On his property was located a small, windowless building where he would chain his problem slaves.
     
     As with the slaves of his white counterparts, occasionally Ellison's slaves ran away. The historians of Sumter District reported that from time to time Ellison advertised for the return of his runaways. On at least one occasion Ellison hired the services of a slave catcher. According to an account by Robert N. Andrews, a white man who had purchased a small hotel in Stateburg in the 1820s, Ellison hired him to run down "a valuable slave. Andrews caught the slave in Belleville, Virginia. He stated: "I was paid on returning home $77.50 and $74 for expenses.

    William Ellison died December 5, 1861. His will stated that his estate should pass into the joint hands of his free daughter and his two surviving sons. He bequeathed $500 to the slave daughter he had sold.    Following in their father's footsteps, the Ellison family actively supported the Confederacy throughout the war. They converted nearly their entire plantation to the production of corn, fodder, bacon, corn shucks and cotton for the Confederate armies. They paid $5,000 in taxes during the war. They also invested more than $9,000 in Confederate bonds, treasury notes and certificates in addition to the Confederate currency they held. At the end, all this valuable paper became worthless.
    The younger Ellisons contributed more than farm produce, labour, and money to the Confederate cause. On March 27, 1863 John Wilson Buckner, William Ellison's oldest grandson, enlisted in the 1st South Carolina Artillery. Buckner served in the company of Captains P.P. Galliard and A.H. Boykin, local white men who knew that Buckner was a Negro. Although it was illegal at the time for a Negro to formally join the Confederate forces, the Ellison family's prestige nullified the law in the minds of Buckner's comrades. Buckner was wounded in action on July 12, 1863. At his funeral in Stateburg in August, 1895 he was praised by his former Confederate officers as being a "faithful soldier."

     Following the war the Ellison family fortune quickly dwindled. But many former Negro slave magnates quickly took advantage of circumstances and benefited by virtue of their race. For example Antoine Dubuclet, the previously mentioned New Orleans plantation owner who held more than 100 slaves, became Louisiana state treasurer during Reconstruction, a post he held from 1868 to 1877 (10).

    A truer picture of the Old South, one never presented by the nation's mind moulders, emerges from this account. The American South had been undergoing structural evolutionary changes far, far greater than generations of Americans have been led to believe. In time, within a relatively short time, the obsolete and economically nonviable institution of slavery would have disappeared. The nation would have been spared awesome traumas from which it would never fully recover. (red-letter emphasis added by El Gringo Viejo)

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     We move on now, for the purposes of exemplification and elucidation by considering the person and actions of Lt. Gen. Nathan Bedford Forrest, CSA.  He is the most commonly reviled of all Southern officers and soldiers and Southerners in general because he was such a horrid racist and brutalizer of the Negro.   However, when one leaves the New Plantation, and reaches out to reliable factual information about this man, one learns that he never said he won his battles because, "I gets there fustest wif the mostest".   Nor was he an ignorant unlettered, and un-schooled white-trash bumpkin.  That he was generally un-schooled is true.  But that he was intensely tutored is also true, and he was quite literate, and born into an aristocratic plantation family whose early poverty was due to its determination to make a new beginning in far western Tennessee.  That new beginning was generally successful and led to Forrest's being able to answer the Governor's call to for a brigade of heavy cavalry, which Forrest did at his own expense.


     These excerpts are examples  which demonstrate how the truth about Forrest has been degraded by the repetition of untrue "information" rendered by leftist history professors at all the finest schools.   The fact is that Forrest was integral in the founding of the first post graduate school for Negroes in the South, a school that offered j.d. degrees that would be recognised by the Tennessee Bar.  Forrest was active on various fronts including the hiring of Negroes into high skill positions such as locomotive engineer, design engineers for rail-grading and design, and architects for major buildings for his railroad company.

     Below is the treatment of the 44 slaves who joined his "Praetorian Guard", his closest command squadron at the beginning of the war.  They were thought to have been somehow magically or angelically protected because they fought from the beginning until the end of the War, served in the middle of seven major battles and two score or more major skirmishes, moved around for over 5,000 miles, went through the most hideous weather and illness epidemics, along with horrid close-in combat.    And....not one of the Black Confederate Heroes was killed or seriously wounded.   This excerpt included below indicates that one trooper deserted, although other accounts say that a nearby explosion of a cannon-launched bomb threw him from his mount, causing a serious inner ear injury from which he never recovered.  He was ''teched" and out of balance due to that ear problem...having lost his ability to balance.....the "seventh sense" as it is known.   Forrest had offered each of these 44 his manumission at the end of the War, saying ''When we win you will be freemen, and honoured as heroes.  If we lose, you will be free in any regard, and you will remain heroes among your neighbours."

     When it became apparent that the War might well be lost, Forrest turned over the notarised manumissions to his men anyway and told them they were free to leave.  They had served enough.  They all stayed.
      Also, the article below indicated that the 44 were dispersed in his command but had re-unified towards the end of the War.  Most of the articles El Gringo Viejo has reviewed about these men (some in university 'historical records and documents' sections), indicate that they remained all mounted, and all heavily armed, and all in the immediate Headquarters Command....a form of Praetorian Guard.
      A bit of a twist is included to show some concurrence but not total agreement to El Gringo Viejo's reading of the fact.  To wit:
  
      When the Civil War began, Forrest offered freedom to 44 of his slaves if they would serve with him in the Confederate army. All 44 agreed. One later deserted; the other 43 served faithfully until the end of the war. 

     Though they had many chances to leave, they chose to remain loyal to the South and to Forrest. Part of General Forrest's command included his own Escort Company, his Green Berets, made up of the very best soldiers available. This unit, which varied in size from 40-90 men, was the elite of the cavalry. Eight of these picked men were black soldiers and all served gallantly and bravely throughout the war. All were armed with at least 2 pistols and a rifle. Most also carried two additional pistols in saddle holsters. At war's end, when Forrest's cavalry surrendered in May 1865, there were 65 black troopers on the muster roll. Of the soldiers who served under him, Forrest said of the black troops: Finer Confederates never fought.

      When Forrest died in 1877 it is noteworthy that his funeral in Memphis was attended not only by a throng of thousands of whites but by hundreds of blacks as well. The funeral procession was over two miles long and was attended by over 10,000 area residents, including 3000 black citizens paying their respects.

    The above trio of paragraphs concerns the most maligned of all Confederate generals and personalities, especially over the affair at Fort Pillow.  He was very active in the establishment of the Ku Klux Klan, and usually the story stops there.  That is convenient for the South haters, and those who like to change the colours and tones of the history because they won the War.  But victory cannot, en fin, change the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.  Forrest was present during the establishment of the Klan, but he was also the most instrumental in its abolition when it had fallen off the track.   It was originally thought to be a good vehicle for the establishment of a Confederate Veterans' society, but when it fell of the tracks and became a agency for thuggery (at times at the behest of Union Reconstruction interests), Forrest was the most influential at the first de-activation of the Ku Klux Klan.

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   The following is an account of General Forrest's brief speech to the Independent Order of Pole-Bearers, a group dedicated to the advancement of integrality of black and white society and common legal treatment via the vote; thence Pole-Bearers, as a play on words for the Polls (or election processes).   It was a precursor of the National Association for the Advancement of Coloured People.


Nathan Bedford Forrest's speech to the Independent Order of Pole-Bearers Association July 5, 1875.


      A convention and BBQ was held by the Independent Order of Pole-Bearers Association at the fairgrounds of Memphis, five miles east of the city. An invitation to speak was conveyed to General Nathan Bedford Forrest, one of the city's most prominent citizens, and one of the foremost cavalry commanders in the late War Between the States. This was the first invitation granted to a white man to speak at this gathering. The invitation's purpose, one of the leaders said, was to extend peace, joy, and union, and following a brief welcoming address a Miss Lou Lewis, daughter of an officer of the Pole-Bearers, brought forward flowers and assurances that she conveyed them as a token of good will. After Miss Lewis handed him the flowers, General Forrest responded with a short speech that, in the contemporary pages of the Memphis Appeal, evinces Forrest's racial open-mindedness that seemed to have been growing in him.       "Ladies and Gentlemen I accept the flowers as a memento of reconciliation between the white and colored races of the southern states. I accept it more particularly as it comes from a colored lady, for if there is any one on God's earth who loves the ladies I believe it is myself. ( Immense applause and laughter.) I came here with the jeers of some white people, who think that I am doing wrong. I believe I can exert some influence, and do much to assist the people in strengthening fraternal relations, and shall do all in my power to elevate every man to depress none. (Applause.) I want to elevate you to take positions in law offices, in stores, on farms, and wherever you are capable of going. I have not said anything about politics today. I don't propose to say anything about politics. You have a right to elect whom you please; vote for the man you think best, and I think, when that is done, you and I are freemen. Do as you consider right and honest in electing men for office. I did not come here to make you a long speech, although invited to do so by you. I am not much of a speaker, and my business prevented me from preparing myself. I came to meet you as friends, and welcome you to the white people. I want you to come nearer to us. When I can serve you I will do so. We have but one flag, one country; let us stand together. We may differ in color, but not in sentiment Many things have been said about me which are wrong, and which white and black persons here, who stood by me through the war, can contradict. Go to work, be industrious, live honestly and act truly, and when you are oppressed I'll come to your relief. I thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for this opportunity you have afforded me to be with you, and to assure you that I am with you in heart and in hand. (Prolonged applause.)" 


     Whereupon N. B. Forrest again thanked Miss Lewis for the bouquet and then gave her a kiss on the cheek. Such a kiss was unheard of in the society of those days, in 1875, but it showed a token of respect and friendship between the general and the black community and did much to promote harmony among the citizens of Memphis.



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     El Gringo Viejo has borrowed greatly from other sources, sources that are independent and academic, resulting from true studies and analysis, and not from popular understanding.   Our American popular understanding has, by-in-large, contributed to an inability to discern fact from fiction, and to think in platitudes and trite phrases that are frequently false.   At this point, most American students, for instance, cannot determine whether or not the First World War preceded the Second World War, and broad numbers would not be able to tell if we were fighting Germany or Australia, France or the Planet Zombar in either War. 

     The continuous assault on critical thinking and on the construct of historical explanation...not to mention facts...has gone a long way into the cultural destruction of the Republic.  Contradictory facts cannot be appreciated either for instruction or for ironic, only-in-America humour.  Lee never owned a slave, and Grant, through a series of situations did own a slave even during the War.   It should serve as a guide as well that no leaders of the Union forces...not the President, the Vice-President, none of the generals, not Sherman, Grant, Sheridan, Meade, none of them....and precious few if any in the Congress or among the Governors of the Union States believed in any way in the intellectual and moral equality of the Black man to the White man.  Lincoln himself saw the liberation of the Black man as an opportunity to begin thinking quickly about taking up Mexican President Benito Juarez Garcia's offer of the Isthmus of Tehuantepec for the building of the "Panama Canal", because "Black men are better suited to working in the Tropics."
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     We shall continue to examine these Confederate facts during the coming days, along with other idiocies that seem to be infecting the common understanding during these times.   We must be about our work quickly to  demonstrate that we are losing any true understanding about how the Black Race has been tooled by the Progressives for the purpose of being re-enslaved political robotrons.   It is so evident that in sociological terms one could say, "It's hiding in plain sight."

Thanks for working through this analysis of why we have the Basketball and Range Race Wars.
El Gringo Viejo
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Tuesday, 6 October 2015

Double Heroic Passer de Honneur - Brought to the OROG community by El Zorro

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     Gives me chills… not unlike the first time I witnessed one of my birds, a camouflaged F-4 Phantom, blast over the Cam Ranh air field barrel rolling the length of the runway at 500 feet altitude with after burners and thunder at unbelievable velocity.  The pilot pulled straight up accelerating to Mach I then out of sight.  Then I carried my duffel my new home, my hooch for a two year all expenses paid vacation to South Vietnam.  I didn’t know the pilot but I did find out he was on a test op in a fighter bomber that was just out of maintenance.  I had arrived in Vietnam just out of tech school in Aurora, Colorado (Lowry Air Force Base) and this was as close as I had come to real air power up until that time.


F - 4 Phantom fighter / bomber /
reconnaissance / all-purpose warrior 
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I didn’t see Jimmy Stewart but I did see Col. Robin Olds once during a sortie debriefing at Cam Ranh.  It was not his famous run over Hanoi in 1967 but it was Olds.  He was unmistakable with his handlebar mustache.  He was a formidable fighter ace having also flown the P-51 in WWII and fighter jets including the F-4 in Vietnam.

My AFSC in the United States Air force inspired me to become a pilot but it was not to be.  I did separate from the service in 1969 so I could get a college degree, a requirement for being a pilot in the USAF.  I did get my BA (a 4 year degree in 3 years) but in 1973 when I graduated, the Vietnam War was winding down and the age for pilots was lowered to 26… I was 27 1/2.  Flying had been my passion but in the Air Force at that time, there is work other than everything to do with airplanes (so I found out during my tours in Vietnam).  In any event, all experience contributes to what we are and what we become.

Back on topic, needless to say, my flying career was over before it had begun; however, I still am in awe of those who flew the powerful props and then the magnificent jets I was privileged to be around.  The two men of this note are the top guns of their respective times.  God bless them.

jh


This 1967 true story is of an experience by a young 12 year old lad in Kingston, Ontario, Canada. It is about the vivid memory of a privately rebuilt P-51 from WWII and its famous owner/pilot. 

P -51 MUSTANG
The closest thing to a MACH 1 propeller
driven airplane.  Defeated the Luftwaffe

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In the morning sun, I could not believe my eyes.
There, in our little airport sat a majestic P-51.  They
 said it had flown in during the night from
 some U.S. Airport, on its way to an air show.
 The pilot had been tired, so he just happened
 to choose Kingston for his stop over.
  It was to take to the air very soon.  I
 marveled at the size of the plane,
 dwarfing the Pipers and Canucks
 tied down by her. It was much larger
 than in the movies. She glistened in
 the sun like a bulwark of security from
 days gone by. 
The pilot arrived by cab, paid the driver, and then stepped into the pilot's lounge.  He was an older man; his wavy hair was gray and tossed. It looked like it might have been combed, say, around the turn of the century.  His flight jacket was checked, creased and worn - it smelled old and genuine. Old Glory was prominently sewn to its shoulders.  He projected a quiet air of proficiency and pride devoid of arrogance.  He filed a quick flight plan to Montreal ("Expo-67 Air Show") then walked across the tarmac. 

After taking several minutes to perform his walk-around check, the tall, lanky man returned to the flight lounge to ask if  anyone would be available to stand by with fire extinguishers while he "flashed the old bird up, just to be safe."  Though only 12 at the time I was allowed to stand by with an extinguisher after brief instruction on its use -- "If you see a fire, point, then pull this lever!", he said.  (I later became a firefighter, but that's another story.)  The air around the exhaust manifolds shimmered like a mirror  from fuel fumes as the huge prop started to rotate.  One manifold, then another, and yet another 
barked -- I stepped back with the others.  In moments the Packard -built Merlin engine came to life with a thunderous roar. Blue flames knifed from her manifolds with an arrogant snarl.  I looked at the others' faces; there was no concern.  I lowered the bell of my extinguisher.  One of the guys signaled to walk back to the lounge. We did. 

Several minutes later we could hear the pilot doing his pre-flight run-up. He'd taxied to the end of runway 19, out of sight. All went quiet for several seconds. We ran to the second story deck to see if we could catch a glimpse of the P-51 as she started down the runway. We could not.  There we stood, eyes fixed to a spot half way down 19. 
Then a roar ripped across the field, much louder than before. Like a furious hell spawn set loose -- something mighty this way was coming. "Listen to that thing!" said the controller. 

In seconds the Mustang burst into our line of sight. It's tail was already off the runway and it was moving faster than anything I'd ever seen by that point on 19.  Two-thirds the way down 19 the Mustang was airborne with her gear going up. The prop tips were supersonic.  We clasped our ears as the Mustang climbed hellishly fast into the circuit to be eaten up by the dog-day haze. We stood for a few moments, in stunned silence, trying to digest what we'd just seen. 

The radio controller rushed by me to the radio. "Kingston tower calling Mustang?"  He looked back to us as he waited for an acknowledgment. The radio crackled, "Go ahead, Kingston." "Roger, Mustang. Kingston tower would like to advise the circuit is clear for a low level pass."  I stood in shock because the controller had just, more or less, asked the pilot to return for an impromptu air show! 
The controller looked at us. "Well, What?"  He asked. "I can't let that guy go without asking. I couldn't forgive myself!" 

The radio crackled once again,  "Kingston, do I have permission for a low level pass, east to west, across the field?" "Roger, Mustang, the circuit is clear for an east to west pass." "Roger, Kingston, I'm coming out of 3,000 feet, stand by." 
We rushed back onto the second-story deck, eyes fixed toward the eastern haze. The sound was subtle at first, a high-pitched whine, a muffled screech, a distant scream. Moments later the P-51 burst through the haze. Her airframe straining against positive G's and gravity. Her wing tips spilling contrails of condensed air, prop-tips again supersonic. The burnished bird blasted across the eastern margin of the field shredding and tearing the air. At about 500 mph and 150 yards from where we stood she passed with the old American pilot saluting. Imagine. A salute! I felt like laughing; I felt like crying; she glistened; she screamed; the building shook; my heart pounded.  Then the old pilot pulled her up and rolled, and rolled, and rolled out of sight into the broken clouds and indelible into my memory. 

I've never wanted to be an American more than on that day!  It was a time when many nations in the world looked to America as their big brother.  A steady and even-handed beacon of security who navigated difficult political water with grace and style; not unlike the old American pilot 
who'd just flown into my memory.  He was proud, not arrogant, humble, not a braggart, old and honest, projecting an aura of America at its best. 

That America will return one day! I know it will!  Until that time, 
I'll just send off this story. Call it a loving reciprocal salute to a Country, and especially to that old American pilot:  the late-JIMMY STEWART (1908-1997),  Actor, real WWII Hero  (Commander of a US Army Air Force Bomber Wing stationed in England), and a USAF Reserves Brigadier General, who wove a wonderfully fantastic memory for a young Canadian boy that's lasted a lifetime. 
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People Choose Free Candy Bar over Free 10 oz Silver Bar (Worth $150) in ...

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Chocolate or Silver?
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This explains a lot about the American public:
     
     Sometimes the best way to show how ignorant and dumbed down the general American population is, is to offer them a choice in order to test whether or not they know what's going on around them (it's called "reality contact"), or how aware they are of their own voluntary servitude.
  This is an apt little scenario on which to rest your case.  Media analyst Mark Dice offers random people their choice of a Hershey chocolate bar or a 10 oz silver bar (Worth $150) in an experiment.  And remember, these are the people who are going to be voting for a new president next year!!!!!!!!

    We have a bunch of dumb people in this here country.  And.....they walk among us!
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Travails and Travels

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     We are almost back in the saddle, after driving 1,100 miles in two different countries over a period of four days.   Babysitting and baby-approval tasks were the stated reasons, but I am afraid it was mainly just an excuse for the better half to get to see the granddaughters, whose numbers seem to be expanding exponentially.   It is living proof that people of colonial English, Spanish, German, and American Indian ancestry breed like rabbits.

     It is necessary to clear the moths and spiders from the "little grey cells" before moving on to more important matters.   We were treated to a television show yesterday while making a stop for a bit of breakfast at a little restaurant we use as a respite during our travels back and forth between the Border and Central Texas. 
   Lamentably, the large screen television was readily viewable from anywhere and was further infected by the fact that it was tuned to the NBC "Today" morning programme.   It became apparent before a couple of minutes had passed that the "Today" show had turned over its entire facility to air the latest "Let's Get to Know the Really, Really, Really, Really Real (Sir Edmund) Hillary by giving the nice old lady about 10,000,000 USD-worth of free campaign time on national television."
     It was truly an amazing display.  A scene complete with pleasantly dull looking zombies, sitting around in a diner, dressed as though for a wedding or funeral, six camera angles, the requisite lap-dog "reporter" asking really tough questions, "What is your favourite colour?"  It seems that it might have been in New Hampshire or Iowa.   It was an openly pro-Hillary NBC endorsement event.   How many times does the public have to "get to know" the "real  (Sir Edmund)(Corkscrew)(Cattle futures)(1,000's of scandals) Hillary?



     (Sir Edmund) Hillary managed to do what all national socialist psychopaths do so easily.  She condemned the "Republicans" for "politicising" the Benghazi Issue by holding hearings about the matter, while almost simultaneously tromping over the bodies of those murdered by another deranged leftist madman during her rush to forward the effort that ultimately will result in total firearm confiscation in the United States.
     (Sir Edmund) Hillary could not, did not wait for an instant before hypocritically demanding "gun-control" initiatives so that these horrid incidents "can never happen again".   She was, in other words, in full compliance with her life-friend-enemy, Father Obamaham in racing to the microphones to "politicise" the tragic event in Oregon.


      Sorry, (Sir Edmund) Hillary, but you ain't no Deborah Kerr.  You are very similar to the woman who wrote the book, The King and I, as though it were a true account of her time in Siam.    Anna Leonowens, the author of the tome, "The English Governess at the Siamese Court" essentially wrote a couple of books that were a mix of truth and falsities that were presented as truth.   That makes her something of a Sister of Hillary....probably still lurking around in those precincts where the ghosts of Eleanor Roosevelt and Margaret Sanger reside.
     The whole scene is like that stupid video of Hillary talking about sexual and physical abuse of women (posted yesterday on this blog), when she herself was the prime facilitator of America's number one misogynist.  Good Grief....Bimbo Eruption Control division of the Clinton Campaign and Presidency, anyone????

Thanks for being here.  Contributions from our esteemed contributors are coming up....all interesting....fairly brief.....and worth the read.
El Gringo Viejo
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Monday, 5 October 2015

Hillary's Message to Survivors of Sexual Assault (???)



All time record for:

        (1)   Chutzpah

      (2)   Taking advantage of having a low intelligence, low information base of zombiecrats and gimme-people who can listen to such bilge from a hypocrite, and do it with a straight face.   Where are their white lab-coats?

      (3)     Saying whatever it takes to lobotomise the dullards so as to facilitate their chant, "She cares about me.  She will give me free pills.  She is one of us.   She and Ben Gahzie are good friends."

   (4)     Just think of all those miles she parachuted when she used to be President before she won the Alaska War.
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