So, people on social-media are just now losing their minds over the Obama-era policy of children of illegal aliens being separated from their parents when they break immigration law. (Yes, they’re “illegal” because they’re not complying with US immigration law, and they’re “alien” because they’re foreigners. These are both risks that people take upon themselves and, thus, there are consequences.)
You have libertarians freaking out that we even have a border. Christians are crying a river that the entire Third-World can’t just come to ‘Murica on refugee status (a topic I wrote about in a 3-part series last year). And leftists of every stripe claim that policing the Southern border and enforcing immigration law is “child abuse” and akin to a “crime against humanity.” “No human is illegal,” they say.
Funny that many of the same people orchestrating this “for the children” media frenzy have no compunction about giving young boys and girls hormone blockers to stop the natural onset of puberty. Hmm, that’s odd.
Funny too that some of the same folks who claim Trump is running “concentration camps” have no problem separating children from their parents via government-indoctrination centers known as compulsory K-12 public schooling. Interesting.
(Well, I suppose an estimated 1,000 hours a year per child spent in public schools – not counting school breakfast and after-school programs – would technically make these re-education camps, not concentration camps. But you get my point.)
Many of the same people screaming indignity have no compunction literally ripping the unborn from their mothers, yet promote the murderous separation of abortion. Or what about the shysters who have their kids hold “Babies need moms and dads” signs, yet encourage single-motherhood, fatherless homes, and government as sugar daddy? Peculiar, ain’t it?
Apparently, manufactured outrage is an easy sell these days. I mean, the child-parent separation that everyone from the Mennonites to the Methodists and Al Moehler to Metropolitan Tikhon is railing against is the exact thing that’d happen to my kids if I were to do something illegal. There’s always a higher bar for law-abiding citizens.
Hell, if I did something not illegal but deemed suspect by a random puritanical busybody, CPS would knock down my door, separate me from my kids, and keep them in custody till I could win them back, hopefully. Guilty until proven innocent for me.
Well, let me clarify my position. I am a Southern traditionalist and a secessionist. I don’t want to live in this Disunited Nation-State of Lincoln. If my ancestors had been victorious in their efforts of self-determination, you can bet my border would look a lot different and be much smaller than our current blob of a country. My “border” would actually be based on something tangible: shared language, faith, traditions, customs, and private property. That’s called culture, people.
I’d much prefer not to live under a central-authoritarian regime brimming with special “civil rights” for “protected” classes of people. This is what happens in a democracy.
As a liberty-lover, I don’t even believe in the existence of either DHS or HHS. They’re both freedom-infringing bureaucratic make-work.
See, I’m also an Orthodox Christian who thinks the most moral thing to do with this immigration is to stop supporting the very socialist policies that created this problem. Socialists create oppressive living conditions south of the border, and then Third-World socialists move here and beg for more socialism.
Homegrown socialists perpetuate social programs that lure socialists here and then call for more socialism to fix the chaos they created. It’s for the children, don’t ya know?
I don’t like subsidizing the extortion racket, the nihilistic demands of the mob, the corporate structure, and a government media which pushes fake “unity” and “indivisibility.” Yet, what they really do is work tirelessly to foster division, covetousness, greed, and discord, because it benefits the establishment and its minions.
The open-borders statists pushing this newfound crisis don’t care about the kids. What they’re seeking is to forever remake America in a progressive image as described above. It’s a ruse using children as political pawns and virtue-signalers as their willing puppets: just the fuel necessary to propel this social-justice machine forward.
I don’t want to live in this culture-less society that prides itself on multiculturalism (an oxymoron of epic proportions), forced diversity, “hate speech” laws (but only for some people), censorship, safe spaces, Yankee materialism, and emotivism, not logic, data, and facts. I don’t want to be a part of a system which says that advocating for my family is racist, while simultaneously promoting a low-trust social order and the subsequent violence that stems from it.
I’d much prefer to live among people who understand that democracy is absolutely abhorrent to human liberty and share (or at least respect) common-law heritage. I’d like to live in a place that doesn’t coerce me (and eventually my children) by threat of deadly force to pay federal taxes in order to fund abortion, subsidize illegal aliens, or anything else necessary for the “greater good.”
How come the leftist worldview always requires something of me (my money, my freedoms, my faith, my family’s future, etc.), yet my worldview requires nothing of them, other than to be left the hell alone? But I’m the boogieman. Classic.
I don’t care if you dress it up in Christian-ese. After all, who needs big-government cronies when you have leftist bleeding-hearts running about, issuing statements, and being either uninformed or complicit in the purposeful destruction of my home, heritage, and culture. Couching it in messianic political language still doesn’t change the fact that you’re promoting state violence and devastation against my kids.
Well, the localized society based upon family, community, neighborliness, voluntaryism, Christian faith, smaller, more accountable law, and private-property borders that I’d prefer is not the current reality. That cause was dashed in 1865, at least for the time being.
What we have now is life in an empire. An existence that includes having the fruits of your labor stolen from you to fund the very things you consider evil, like unending and pointless wars abroad and the imprisonment of citizens for non-violent crimes, as well socialized “medicine” and the welfare system.
And it’s those very economic incentives which entice the entire Third World to migrate here, forever enslaving my sons to perpetual debt-bondage and involuntary servitude to the state. It’s about control, wealth redistribution, and power. We’re funding our own destruction. Now I would call that a crime against humanity.
You know what else is child abuse? Ensuring through political and artificial means that my sons become a demographic minority within a few decades. I mean, they’re already said to be toxically masculine misogynists, patriarchal sexists, and potential rapists who are somehow still basking in the glory of all that doggone white-male privilege we keep hearing so much about.
My kids must follow the rules or else. Hell, they pay for the damn rules. But they don’t get tear-filled media stories or late-night talk-show rants of support. Who are their allies?
If my sons have no allies now, besides their family, you can sure as shit bet they won’t have any allies when they’re minority members in a carefully crafted system run by a majority who hate them. Even though they, too, are the “children of God,” the silence will be deafening.
Another lie is that most people coming here simply want a better life. Why then do those very same people not learn the English language, or not assimilate to what is claimed to be our freedom-loving culture, or not send so much of their earnings back to their home country?
Why do they accept welfare, and a “free” education and healthcare subsidized by tax-paying natives? Why do they self-segregate? Sounds more like colonization to me.
Why do they call me paranoid for saying there’s an unfolding cultural genocide purposefully playing out against the unReconstructed Southern people? It’s happening right in front of our damn eyes. After all, much of the razing of Confederate monuments is carried out based on the narrative that the “vibrant, multi-ethnic” communities don’t feel represented with all these statues of dead, white guys out on display.
What about the fact that this balkanized and increasingly anti-white America doesn’t reflect my children? Eh, you must be scared of brown people, they say callously. Yeah, not wanting to participate in this injustice somehow makes me the bad guy. Being a student of history and understanding the devilish cultural-Marxist agenda even gets me pegged unchristian.
Let’s open the floodgates for runaway immigration, create an uncontrollable demographic shift and an overwhelming systemic drain, fund the culture-killing madness, and then alter our history and principles to meet the needs of illegals. Wow, I can’t imagine why anyone would oppose this. Either commit slow, tedious suicide, or become a pariah. That seems to be the choice.
Yes, yes, there are NA[X]ALT immigrant examples. I believe that used to be the case for the majority of immigrants who came to the US legally before the Immigration and Naturalization Act of 1965. Not the lion’s share of the 45.6 million who are here now.
The 37-million foreigners who immigrated to the US from 1820 to 1930 had to follow the rules, fold into the social fabric, and chart their own destiny all without a “safety net.” And the ones who couldn’t hack it left. In fact, many did go home. That’s a story you rarely hear.
My personal anecdote is that my Lebanese grandmother never took welfare, well, except Social Security. She was part of a thriving community in Richmond, Virginia, comprised of typically first-generation Americans who considered themselves just that: American. Didn’t hurt either that she smartly married herself a handsome North Carolinian of Scottish ancestry.
These were Americans who had olive-toned skin, ate Kibbeh and stuffed grape leaves, and sent their kids to school with sandwiches made of Syrian bread instead of Wonder bread. We were glad when people ate our weird food. We didn’t call it cultural appropriation.
These folks left a legacy of pharmacists, lawyers, real-estate agents, businessmen, and middle-class families who were simply thankful Virginians doing their thing. But those are tales of the past.
This is no longer America’s story. The melting-pot is a myth. Careful, prudent, and humane immigration died in 1965 at the hands of leftist politicians and their media collaborators. And it’s championed by a populace hard-wired with Christian altruism, which is so often misguided.
Don’t believe me, just study the Progressive Era, the Temperance Movement, the Social Gospel, and 20th-century American history as a whole. Do-gooders have a real talent for having their supposed good intentions wreak havoc on the rest of us.
Moreover, we’re told that these illegal immigrants are destitute, and that as Christians, we must help them. By purposefully importing poor people, we’re moving our society away from prosperity and back to impoverishment, undoing the very thing that my and my husband’s poor white ancestors worked to avoid.
They toiled and sacrificed for their progeny’s sake. Not to have their hard work undercut by a socialist scheme. Shanties for all!
Many Christians say we should willingly endorse and throw our money at every progressive sham and then not complain about the horrible ramifications. It’s Biblical principle, they say. But when Jesus told the rich man to part with his treasure, it came with an addendum:
Follow me. Give it away for God, not for something ungodly.
And then Christians think they’re earning brownie points with God by forcing their fellow Christians to not only support causes they find obscene and hideous, but to fund their own downfall. That’s what charity means to people these days. Sheesh, no wonder so many conservative people are fleeing the church.
How about we try something different. Let’s reunite families by not letting them come here en masse in the first place. Let’s stop stealing from our neighbors to buttress the anti-family policy known as wide-open borders. Let’s stop celebrating parents who make unethical and illegal decisions that put their own kids at risk. Let’s not use children as political props.
Let’s stop pretending that immigration is a Jesus thing and not a political move meant to ensure long-term voting blocs for the godless statists, cheap labor for crony capitalists, continued power for the elites, and a leftist remaking of America. It’s a Trojan horse, y’all.
Let’s admit that “magic soil” is a lie. Let’s stop allowing people to appropriate our Christian culture and trash our common-law heritage in order to dismantle those very building blocks of our home. Let’s build the freakin’ wall!
But the malevolent malcontents say Trump’s wall is immoral and tyrannical. They say that my voting for Trump as a stop-gap measure to this progressive madness makes me a horrible person, a hater, a backsliding Christian.
Yet they’ve created another wall – a barrier where my family must exist and survive. It’s not built with barbed wire and rough-shod stone. Rather, it’s a political wall that makes extremely clear I cannot peacefully leave this oppressive union; the War of Northern Aggression proved that.
It’s more a de facto wall ruled by social-justice shaming, conformist cuckery, and progressive political enforcement, so resistance is futile. Don’t fight it. Behave.
Just shut up, pay your taxes, fight the empire’s wars, sell out your children, submit to the cultural decay, wallow in white guilt, cave to an inauthentic brand of Christian charity, and rally for open borders … or you’ll be tagged anti-child, a xenophobe, unAmerican, a white supremacist, or maybe even a Nazi.
I guess better to be branded those things than to be dominated by the totalitarians who have erected and maintain the wall of subjugation and marginalization behind which my children currently live. That, my Christian brothers and sisters, is separation.
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Back in 2000, philosopher Christina Hoff Sommers declared, “It’s a bad time to be a boy in America.” In her book, The War Against Boys, she wrote, “Routinely regarded as protosexists, potential harassers and perpetuators of gender inequity, boys live under a cloud of censure.”
Since Sommers penned these prescient words nearly two decades ago, our cultural decay has become even more entrenched. The feminists have dug in their combat-boot heals, and the louder they shriek and stomp and cry about their fictional mass victimhood, the more my sons suffer. The anti-male creed has taken on a life of its own, with the habitual caterwaul to a supposed all-powerful, women-crushing patriarchy, and a specifically a white one at that.
Within the pages of Vice, HuppPo, and Elle; on the broadcasts of The View, MSNBC, and Girls; and in the miseducation classes of America’s universities, social-justice assemblies in our nation’s public schools, or mandatory diversity training smothering the corporate cubicle grid and boardroom alike, it’s mandated that all must bow at the altar of “(White) men suck. Women rock.”
The anti-male bias is proclaimed from beyond the ivory towers and has woven its lethal thread into the daily commonplace of daycares, churches, moms groups, and home-owners associations. “Straight white men” are evil. There’s even a wretched play and song to hammer home the sexism for ultimate effect.
What Sommers coined as the “myth of shortchanged girls” is a sinister scam, in which progressives aren’t merely clamoring for “equal access” and “equal pay for equal work.” Rather, they desire egalitarianism, and special status and rules for anyone with a vagina.
Furthermore, they seek to demote men, their professions, their uniqueness as humans, and their roles as providers, protectors, fathers, brothers, and sons. It’s punishment veiled as equality, subjugation masqueraded as fairness.
Social-justice warriors seek to shortchange my boys because they weren’t born with the right plumbing. Of course, the irony is that this is the same inanity that for so long supposedly kept women out of coveted positions of power. (I will argue in future blogs that women have always wielded control and influence, albeit not necessarily in public fashion. Give me a stern, tough-as-nails matriarch, and she can make even the boldest of kings shake in his boots.)
But in our era, the populous is drowning so deeply in the surging noxious waves of feminism that we’re either becoming numb to the misandry, or we’re just so worn down by the ridiculousness, that we want to shrug it off for our own sanity.
But hate unabated and unchallenged always has a way of wriggling its way into the nooks and crannies of the culture and into the mindsets of the masses. Really, if the enmity weren’t so detrimental to civilization, it actually would be pretty comical.
Take, for example, a few of the go-to ad hominems the “grrrrrrls” spew forth in an effort to silence half the population.
“Toxic masculinity” is code for dehumanizing boyhood and manhood. It’s a bludgeon used for belittling all males, at all costs, and elevating all women (except those of the non-leftist variety), no matter the cost.
“Mansplaining” is a dagger aimed at killing the expressions of my children, husband, and every man I know and respect. It’s an implement meant to censor men’s thoughts, thus, giving dominance to those in opposition to real equality and freedom: feminists.
“Manspreading” is a more farcical version of the above, but it’s just as menacing. This verbal weapon is meant to demean men for their stature, not their opinions, but is nonetheless objectifying and degrading.
Hell, if women were endowed with testicles and a penis, you can bet they’d be stretching out in an effort to cool off their junk. They’d also declare it some kind of human right, and then try to make us all either subsidize it (as some feminists suggest for motherhood and menstruation) or worship it (like the growing breastfeeding in public hysteria).
“All men are potential rapists,” to the even worse, “All men are rapists and should be put in prison and then shot,” are simply polemics – tools aimed at silencing opposition. Is it any wonder that “polemics” in Greek translates to “warlike” and “belligerent”?
I mean, how can one argue in defense of rapists? Or not rally to the cause of the victim? You’re called horrible names if you even cling to the notion of innocent until proven guilty or that someone’s not an immoral felon merely by virtue of having a dick. The feminists win by stating fiction as fact. From Marx to Marcuse, this tactic has always worked well for the polemicists, so why stop now?
“White privilege” is a bit of a hornet’s nest, so for another day and another blog. But all we need to chew on for now is that it’s acceptable for “journalists,” Hollywood insiders, “educators,” and apparatchiks of all stripes to unapologetically state that they’re “repulsed and mystified by men” and look forward to a day when “old white men holding culture back will all be dead.” This kind of hate is becoming normalized.
Sadly, I could go on, but let’s wrap this up with the two biggies, those all-encompassing and discourse-annihilating nails in the coffin of reason, intellect, and true equality: when in doubt, just tag someone either a misogynist or a tool of the patriarchy. Easy peezy, debate done. Conversation over.
Now, consider uber-PC pastor, John Pavlovitz, writing about his daughter, who supposedly “smashes the patriarchy” just because she’s strong-willed, rebellious, and fearless. Huh, sounds like most kids to me, especially young girls. I was one once, ya know.
But then again, this dude has his thumb on the pulse of truth and enlightenment because he heads a big social-gospel church, so perhaps I should defer to his infinite wisdom instead. Nah, challenging the liberal elitism of what I like to call the “evangeleftists” is way more satisfying, both creatively and spiritually. (And if that term takes off, please remember you heard it here first!)
Hey, Pastor John, I’m partial to teaching my sons, who are obviously in the cross hairs of progressive puritans like you, that being a boy is awesome! Scratching butts, farting, playing zombie apocalypse with Nerf guns, shooting BB guns, being geography geeks, wrestling, wielding swords, doing archery, competing over anything and everything, warming their hands down their pants, constantly moving and wiggling, picking boogers, being enamored with battles and flags and armament, wearing camo, loving history, disassembling things in order to figure them out, building forts in the woods, being tough yet gentlemanly, and thinking that dookie jokes are hilarious is not only okay, but it’s super cool.
Please continue to “push back against a big world” that seeks to define you, fellas. Resist cultural Marxism. Man up! Embrace masculinity and celebrate the joy of being who God made you to be: all boy, no apologies. Keep on smashing that misandry, kiddos. And this recovering feminist will be cheering you on all along the way.
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Today marks the 155th anniversary of the fateful death of Stonewall Jackson. In honor of this truly remarkable figure, who succumbed to pneumonia on May 10, 1863, I thought I’d share something my 10-year-old son and I recently wrote for our homeschool co-op.
This “Faces of History” research paper is part of a curriculum we use called the Institute for Excellence in Writing (IEW). I referenced the assignment in my last blog because of my displeasure with a few source-texts for some of the other American-history-based lessons within the writing-intensive program.
Honestly, the main reason my husband and I decided to homeschool our sons originally was to counter the statist propaganda taught by race-class-gender fetishists and pushed as “history” in government schools. I mean,we were on the home-education train well before we were Christians … or even birthed children! So, yeah, resisting Lincolnianism is kinda our thang.
Hence, my kiddo and I were on a mission to set the Southern record straight with our five-paragraph Jackson biography, which had to include the following format: introduction, three sub-topics, and conclusion. We decided that “soldier,” “faith,” and “legacy” would be fitting subjects to encompass the inscrutable Jackson.
We also opted to use only adult sources. Too many children’s history books, especially ones about the “civil war,” are simply not worthy of the time and energy of folks who aren’t interested in revisionism. Thus, my son required quite a bit of my help parsing, digesting, and organizing the intense, but high-quality materials.
Moreover, IEW encourages what is called “hand holding” – a parent taking lead on some aspects of an assignment but with the child remaining fully part of the process. The methodology asserts that the student will learn to emulate the skills through modeling the adult. And it works. I know because I’ve seen it. And this paper is proof.
Before completing this assignment, my son and I already thoroughly respected Jackson. Over the years, the family has visited his home, place of work (Virginia Military Institute), and grave in Lexington. We’ve stopped traffic by taking a family picture while waving both Battle Flags and the Virginia state flag in front of his grand statue on Monument Avenue in Richmond.
Later this spring, we’re camping at Stone Mountain, Georgia – home to the largest bas-relief carving in the world, which just so happens to feature Jackson, Robert E. Lee, and Jefferson Davis. Down the road, we plan to make pilgrimages to some other important Jackson sites, including Manassas, Chancellorsville, and Clarksburg.
We understand that time is of the essence. We grasp that the memorials to Jackson and other Confederate dead are under siege.
We get that we must embrace and celebrate Southern heroes before the puritanical progressives move them to “contextualized” museums or just raze them altogether. Hell, the latter is what Jackson’s quisling great-great-grandsons aim to do. Sickening. We can deduce that this iconoclasm is a vital battleground within the ongoing cultural genocide.
But after diving into the details of this valiant, noble, and godly man, my son eventually wanted to title his paper “Stonewall Jackson kicks ass!” Being that our co-op is Christian and my allowing that racy title probably wouldn’t have been the best parenting ever, we opted for something a bit more academic but as historically accurate.
Still, we think this paper speaks to our overall contentious contention: that if more people were like Stonewall Jackson, the world would be a better place. You read and decide for yourself.
On his deathbed, Jackson’s final words were “Let us cross over the river, and rest under the shade of the trees.” So while this son of the South is at peace dwelling in the the eternal, we unReconstructed rebels continue to fight in Jackson’s stead for his honor and for his cause: hearth and home.
And there’s no better way to raise unReconstructed resistors than by homeschooling the next generation. As Proverbs 28:18 says, “Instruct your son, and he shall love you; and he shall give honor to your soul, lest he follow a lawless people.”
“Stonewall Jackson: The Indispensable American Patriot”
It was once said of “Stonewall” Jackson that “A braver man God never made.” But Thomas Jonathan Jackson was an unlikely soldier with humble beginnings. In 1824, he was born in Clarksburg, West Virginia, when the state was still part of Virginia, and was an orphan at a young age. He attended West Point not to become a soldier, but to sharpen his character. Having ranked last on his entry exam, Jackson graduated 17 out of 59, proving his dogged determination. And by the Mexican War, he had earned a reputation as a “fighting man.” Interestingly, Jackson hated war and was not a secessionist. But he loved Virginia and considered the invasion of his homeland acts of war, aggression, and tyranny. It’s a popularly mimicked moral misjudgment that Jackson and his Confederate brothers fought only to keep slavery intact. However, Jackson, who was lionized for his kindness by many blacks of the time, either freed or hired out his six slaves at the onset of the war and brought many slaves and free blacks to Christ before his death. In 2005, a black Southern pastor gave an honest account: “Thomas Jackson, like Jesus, was willing to cross real boundaries for the sake of the Gospel.” Because he was such an exemplary man, more people should aspire to be like “Stonewall” Jackson.
Jackson was a pure military genius, whose fearlessness made him and Gen. Robert E. Lee a near invincible team during the War Between the States. To try to shorten the conflict, he was ready to raise the “black flag.” “Shoot them all,” Jackson stated in June 1862. “I do not wish them to be brave.” As a general, he aimed to wage an aggressive, punishing war on the enemy by taking the bayonet to Yankee territory. Surprisingly, Jackson exhibited calmness in battle. In fact, that’s how he got the name “Stonewall.” “There is Jackson standing like a stonewall,” yelled Gen. Bernard Bee of South Carolina at the First Battle of Manassas. “Let us determine to die here and we will conquer. Rally behind the Virginians!” It was at this battle that Jackson’s “foot cavalry” saved the day, as they were known to do. Jackson was able to move large armies at unheard of speeds. These forced marches averaged 20 miles a day with each soldier carrying 40 to 50 pounds of gear. Because Jackson consistently beat overwhelming odds, even when the Yankees had double the troops, he had become the most famous general in the world by the spring of 1862. By flanking the Union and pulling off unfathomable sweeps, the formidable “Stonewall” always turned up the heat. “Always mystify, mislead, and surprise the enemy,” Jackson explained, “and when you strike and overcome him, never let up in pursuit.” Understanding human nature, Jackson took advantage of the “fog of war,” so together with Lee’s direction, the two incredible generals never lost a battle.
Because Jackson was a “man of arms surrounded by tenets of faith,” he was known as the “Confederate Joshua.” Like the Biblical soldier, Jackson believed he was the Lord’s instrument on earth. “Duty is ours. Consequences are God’s,” he uttered on his death bed. Courage. Leadership. Divine guidance. These were the attributes that followed Jackson into battle, making him the “sledgehammer of the war.” Jackson was an enigma. He was the model Christian and soldier, a Calvinist who questioned predestination, and a slaveowner who ran a Colored Sunday School for slaves and free blacks. Additionally, Jackson did not support slavery as a choice because he considered it ordained by God: slaves were given this burden and that he must be a compassionate master. Similarly, Jackson thought the Union had violated the principles of the Founding Fathers, the principles of Christianity, and the principles of civility, as well. The North was “attempting to create a new society that lacked order and cohesiveness … (and) seemed to be striving to alter basic American structures,” explained historian James I. Robertson, Jr. “If the South did not resist, it would stand in failure of God’s will and become subservient to Northern domination.” And he was right. Jackson’s Christianity was his lamp in all that he did. The general, who knew death wasn’t his choosing, was as prepared for it in peace as in war. Fighting by the Old Testament and living by the New Testament, Jackson was truly a soldier of the cross.
After Jackson was shot by friendly fire on May 2, 1863, at Chancellorsville, his death a week later was a fatal blow to the Confederacy and stunned, appalled, and astonished North and South alike. His military partnership with Lee was one of history’s most adept. “You have lost your left arm, I have lost my right,” Lee mournfully wrote to his ablest lieutenant whose arm had been amputated because of the wound. The legacy of this team is second to none, and the South’s winning strategies were dependent upon it. “So great is my confidence in General Lee that I’m willing to follow him blindfolded,” stated Stonewall of his fervent loyalty to the general. Commenting on Jackson’s resolve and devotion, Lee remarked, “Straight as the needle to the pole he advanced the execution of my purpose.” Since Lee attempted to divide the army and flank the enemy at Gettysburg without Jackson, the system failed. Boldly, Lee even declared that a complete Southern victory both at the famous Pennsylvania battle and for Confederate independence would have occurred if Jackson had not been killed.
Isn’t it shocking that this amazing man is not respected anymore? Jackson was once mocked as “Hilljack,” yet became one of history’s most celebrated generals, who was adored, respected, and exalted by his troops. “His fights were our fights, his victories were our victories,” a Georgian soldier explained. “My individuality, with that of thousands of others, was represented in the power wielded by that great military chieftain.” Honestly, to talk of Jackson while leaving out his Christianity “would be like undertaking to describe Switzerland without making mention of the Alps,” remarked Dr. Moses D. Hoge, who was a fellow Presbyterian. He prayed before everything. On Sundays, he didn’t read newspapers. He prayed in his tent and even during battle. People felt so reverently about Jackson, even in the North. When a Confederate boat called “Stonewall” fell into Union hands, the enemy kept the name out of admiration for Jackson. Crushing all hopes of Southern victory, his unfortunate death shocked everyone and destroyed the winning Lee-Jackson alliance. Stonewall Jackson was an irreplaceable American patriot, not a traitor.
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“Jackson’s ‘colored Sunday school’ class.” The Washington Times, 2006, https://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2006/may/5/20060505-083815-2779r/. January 16, 2018.
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Robertson, James I., Jr. Stonewall Jackson: The Man, the Soldier, the Legend. MacMillan Publishing USA, 1997.
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