“Thank God, we have a country at last: to live for, to pray for, and if need be, to die for.”
– Lucius Quintus Cincinnatus Lamar
This is an excellent passage from Nicholas Lemann’s Redemption: The Last Battle of the Civil War. I will be reviewing this awful Jewish diatribe shortly, but in the meantime I feel like sharing this with the gallery.
You see, we have been down this road before, with the very same people leading us to the “post-racial” utopia of BRA, the Yankees. This makes sense in light of the previous discussions about Colin Woodward’s American Nations.
Does this ring a bell? It is a story about Black Run Amerika 1.0.
“On the same day that Adelbert Ames was elected governor, the voters of the First District of Mississippi elected Lucius Quintus Cincinnatus Lamar, of Oxford, to the U.S. Congress. Lamar was the model of the Southern Bourbon politician. Scion of a prominent Georgia family (in 1838 his uncle Mirabeau Buonaparte Lamar had succeeded Sam Houston as president of the short-lived Republic of Texas), lawyer, politician, arch secessionist and defender of slavery before the Civil War, Confederate general, he had a big square marble block of a head set off by long, flowing brown hair and a Vandyke beard. He was, naturally, deeply opposed to Reconstruction. . . .
A couple of weeks before the election, having read an account of Ames’s speech in Jackson accepting the Republican nomination for governor (one of those speeches about which Ames had written so exultantly to his wife in Massachusetts, because it had gotten an enthusiastic audience response that made him feel he had successfully transformed himself from remote military officer to popular leader), Lamar set down his feeling about Ames and Mississippi politics at length in a letter to Clark.
“You will find that his mission in Miss., as proclaimed by himself, is the exclusion (by means of the ballot in the hands of the freedmen) from any share in the government, of the only class in which reside the elements of dignity virtue & the welfare of society,” Lamar wrote. As the letter went on, Lamar’s temper rose: “The real effect of his scheme is that the white people of the state shall be for four years longer practically denied the privilege of self government, their voice silenced, and their interests and their honor confided to strangers who neither comprehend the one nor believe in the existence of the other. I say strangers, for Gen. Ames admitted in his speech here, that his party of Northern men and enfranchised negroes were new to the political interests & institutions of the State … Draw a line on one side of which you see property, intelligence, virtue, religion, self-respect, enlightened public opinion, and exclusion from all political control; and on the other the absolute unchecked political supremacy of brute numbers, and there you will behold not one attribute of free government, but the saddest & the blackest tyranny that ever cursed this earth.”
It does seem to me that if there was ever a time when the white people of this state, the men in whose veins flows the blood of the ruling races of the world, should rise & with one unanimous voice protest against the domination about to be piled upon them the present is that time. Can it be that the soul of our proud people which a few years ago rose with such keen sense of wrong and heroic effort has, by long oppression, been dulled into indifference & sullen despair?
The saddest and blackest tyranny that ever cursed this earth.
Is Lucius Q.C. Lamar discussing Mississippi in 1874 or 2011? Is he discussing BRA in the nineteenth century or President Barack Hussein Obama and Eric “My People” Holder’s Justice Department?