This is like something out of a Harold Covington fantasy novel: the difference here being, it actually happened, the overthrow of BRA, and future generations looked back on the heroic struggle of their ancestors to overthrow carpetbagger government and negro equality.
I remember when I traveled from Virginia to Columbia last year to participate in that CofCC sponsored Confederate flag rally. There is a mighty statue of Wade Hampton on the grounds on the South Carolina state capital. Although I am not from South Carolina, I recognized the equestrian statute because I was familiar with the story.
Who was Wade Hampton?
In October, the governor and the president of the United States issued proclamations ordering the rifle clubs to disband. This provided further occasions for humor. A thousand uniformed and heavily armed men appeared at a Hampton rally a couple of weeks later with a banner bearing the legend THIS IS NOT A RIFLE CLUB. Other signs identified THE TILDEN MOUNTED BASEBALL CLUB, THE MOTHER”S LITTLE HELPERS, THE FIRST BAPTIST CHURCH SEWING CIRCLE, THE CHAMBERLAIN BENEVOLENT ASSOCIATION (Chamberlain was the Republican governor).
The Democratic campaign that fall became indistinguishable from a series of military triumphs. Thousands of mounted men, armed with at least two pistols apiece, all wearing the new famous red shirts, some of them elaborately trimmed with blue or yellow, carrying torches, here and there a marshal with plumed hat and sword, led by a battery of artillery, all yelling the rebel yell, preceded Hampton’s appearances across the state. In one town the torchlight procession numbered five thousand. The white ladies of South Carolina turned out with red ribbons on their hair and red sashes about their waists.
On streets where, eleven years before, the freedman hard paraded in humble celebration of freedom, Wade Hampton’s men came now as conquerers. . . .
Wade Hampton won the election of 1876 which began the process of the Redemption of South Carolina. And then, 51 years after the insolent negroes had paraded in triumph through the ruins of Charleston in 1865, a thousand White people came to North Augusta to solemnly remember the White Man’s Revolution of 1876:
One day, fifty-one years after the liberation when the freedmen of Charleston had honored the Martyrs of the Race Course, there was another grand celebration on the streets of a South Carolina town, and school children again assembled and sang, and prayers again read and orations again delivered, and again there was a march to unveil a memorial to the dead.
The state of South Carolina had provided some of the money to erect the monument, but private donations were raised, too, and the Hon. B.R. Tillman had contributed twenty-five dollars, and Mr. Henry Getzen had too.
And on that day a thousand people came and cheered and shouted the rebel yell as the Honorable D.S. Henderson retold the stirring story of how young McKie Meriwether had “perished for the cause of liberty” in “The Battle of Hamburg.”
It was not a massacre in the brutal sense of that word, declaimed the speaker; “it was a rebellion against wrong, an armed rebuke to tyranny and oppression.”
Ignorance and vice had reigned in those dark days. The Supreme Court of the state had been given over to a “superannuated Jew, a shrewd carpetbagger and an ignorant black negro.” A Negro militia terrorized decent white people. Military satraps ruled the state at the point of a bayonet.
But there in Hamburg, “the very citadel of negro Republicanism,” the flame had been lit, and ignited “the white man’s Revolution” of 1876.
And then, at the top of a picture-perfect square at the top of the prosperous main street of North Augusta, some pretty schoolgirls in pretty dresses unveiled the obelisk, revealing carved inscriptions to “the memory of the young hero of the Hamburg riot,” who gave his life that the “civic and social institutions which the men and women of his race had struggled through the centuries to establish in South Carolina” might be passed on unimpaired, and the “supremacy” of “Anglo-Saxon civilization” assured.”
We now find ourselves again living in a time of ignorance and vice and through even darker days than the ones known to our ancestors. We are living through the Second Reconstruction. BRA has been restored in South Carolina.
James Clyburn and Tim Scott represent South Carolina in the House of Representatives. Barack Hussein Obama is the president of the United States. Eric “My People” Holder is the Attorney General. Alvin Greene ran for the Senate last year.
Eric Holder and the ACLU and SPLC have sued South Carolina to block the new immigration law. The U.S. District Judge in Charleston who will hear the case is a Jew who was appointed by Obama.
Scattered throughout South Carolina though are the ruins and monuments of a conquered civilization that produce cognitive dissonance for our rulers in Washington. There is the Wade Hampton equestrian statue in Columbia. There is the Confederate flag which is still flying on the other side of the building. There are still physical marks on the South Carolina state house where the Yankees shelled the capital when Sherman’s army passed through and burned Columbia.
The idea that America is a “proposition nation” where anyone can be an American regardless of their race, religion, or culture is a bald face lie. It is a Yankee story that was imposed upon a conquered people in Reconstruction. These values are utterly alien to South Carolina. Multiracial democracy was imposed there by the Radical Republicans to hold down the natives who overthrew the tyranny in 1876.
This is what Sherman left behind in Georgia and South Carolina: Hail Columbia, Happy Land, If I Don’t Burn It, I Will Be Damned.