NESTLED AMONG the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina is a village with an interesting history. This small hamlet is known as Flat Rock due to a local guidepost used by the Native Americans. It is not to the Cherokee that we look for the history of this town, however, but to the important port city of Charleston, South Carolina. It was in this place that the aristocracy of the Low Country had their Summer homes. Charleston, in the hottest months of the year, is unpleasant and those able to do so escaped to the mountains of North Carolina to seek respite from the heat and malaria. (ILLUSTRATION: The so-called “Carl Sandburg House”)
Visiting the Village of Flat Rock now, one is able to capture some vision of the Old South. Palatial homes and ivy line the single, two-lane road which bisects the town. Subdivisions and developments of various sorts have also cropped up as evidence of the aspirations of the mostly northern middle class who now call this town their home. This is, however, a very different century than that of the original White inhabitants of this place.
When the southern states seceded from the United States, many residents of Flat Rock took up the patriotic call of their new nation. Two Treasury Secretaries of the Confederacy called the village their home: George A. Trenholm and Christopher Memminger. These men were patriotic southerners who never hesitated in their service to their new nation and their people. Both of these men’s homes still stand and are marked by historical plaques as a token of their importance.
Of the two men, Christopher Memminger, a native of Germany, is perhaps a little less visible to the casual tourist. His home, which he called “Rock Hill,” was later bought by the Confederate veteran Edgar A. Smythe and then by the writer Carl Sandburg, a widely-known leftist-socialist. Sandburg’s is the name by which the National Park Service now refers to this great Confederate treasure. The “Carl Sandburg House” is a popular destination for tourists. It is a fitting symbol of the whitewashing of our past that the home of a Confederate hero is now a relic of this despicable leftist known for writing a biography of Abraham Lincoln and winning prizes from the NAACP.
Little mention is made of Secretary Memminger when a tour is taken of this estate, even though he is buried at the local Episcopal Church. One can tour the cemetery at Saint John in the Wilderness and find many notable heroes of both Confederate and United States history. Near the crest of the hill that the church rests upon, Memminger and his wife are laid to rest behind an ornate wrought iron fence. Immediately noticeable is the fact that the Treasury Secretary’s footstone has been tampered with: The cross that adorns his wife’s footstone is missing from his. It was, no doubt, removed by some Social Justice Warrior from among the congregation or by one of the large number of “liberal” activists who now live in the area.
As I write this, I am reminded of the drastic changes in our society that have taken place in recent years. Our Confederate veterans were once widely celebrated throughout the South, but now have been relegated by the millennials and baby boomers to a place of villainy. When a people no longer venerates their ancestors, they become rootless and self-centered. I think about my own ancestral line, back to both enlisted men and officers of every major war that the United States and the Confederacy ever fought. I think back to the congressmen and vice-presidents of my line. I am proud of the fact that I am descended from John C. Calhoun, Isaac Van Horne, and Peter Stuyvesant. Many of you have illustrious ancestors as well and have great reason to celebrate them. They intended to give you the birthright known as the United States or, for some, the Confederate States of America.
This inheritance is not guaranteed. In the past one hundred years, people who are not of the wider family known as the Occidental Race have begun to invade our homeland. Unscrupulous Whites and Jews have seized power and have facilitated this invasion in search of cheap labor. Rather than an allegiance to their own ethnos, they have dedicated themselves to the pursuit of their own egos. As a result, the demographics of our country have become less White and much more Black and brown.
This year marks the first time that non-Whites constitute the majority of births in the United States. These newcomers have no allegiance to this nation nor to our ancestors. All traces of a once-White nation have to be removed for them to feel “comfortable” here. Where are the men that will stand in the gap in order to defend our country and heritage?
I, for one, will not surrender the greatness that once was our history and I refuse to abandon a future for my race. For what is race but an extended family? To this end I am working for the future of my people because I refuse to forget their past. Christopher Memminger and all of the rest of my people will not simply be forgotten. I honor their memory and I work so that others will do likewise. I have joined the National Alliance in order to promote and preserve my people. By putting aside our differences and banding together, all people of European descent can ensure a future for our race and a remembrance of our past achievements. We are facing the biggest challenge that our people have ever confronted — but united we can overcome any obstacle. Join the National Alliance and be a part of something greater than yourself. Your forefathers and your posterity are counting on you.
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