No matter where I was, my heart was in the south, truly a Mississippian. On the mountain tops of Vietnam, the flag of 1894 flew as it did for many Mississippians. I don’t know how it was with other men in other states, but a bond quickly grew with soldiers from our state. It mattered not what color or what part of the state.

When the heart of men speaks the truth, not for the benefit of themselves but humankind, only then will true peace be found. Building statues, adding statues is much different than destroying busts of the past, good or bad. Villiansing heroes of the past to match up with the present and the future, will only galvanize hate and war.

The greatness of free speech is to hear opposing sides, be it truth or not, whether you agree with it or not, and whether you read or not, it is there for all to see. Hate as a weapon to destroy a group of people, will cause that group to respond in hate. The plaque or statues of the past that proclaimed what happened, the very reason not to remove, or destory.

My thought on many Mississippians that have been lost to history, men that had no witness to tell the tale, made no newspaper, no statues, not even the mentioning of their names as they stood up for their family and friends, our just themselves. I could imagine slaves killed for their beliefs and protecting their families. Soldiers from my home in Picayune, Mississippi, served and died in battle; their names were mostly forgotten.

GOD, to some, isn’t real; love too many are fake, the future of humankind will be decided either in truth or lies. If Godless is the future, the lies will abound, Truth and honor follow the believers.

GOD BLESS