On Bob Harrison's boat off Jupiter Inlet. Mid watch during the lunar eclipst. Listening to Pink Floyd on my iPhone. Wow, sky full of stars and the neatest eclipst I've ever seen. Sent by RiBurton's IPhone
I’m a product of the South. I grew up a southern white boy in the 50’s. I went to all white schools and lived in all white neighborhoods. I had all white friends and dated all white girls. I read books about the civil war exploits of confederate soldiers. I watched movies dramatizing the antebellum south. I watched TV shows like “The Gray Ghost” glorifying the exploits of John Singleton Mosby (Mosby’s Raiders). I listened to my grandmother talking about her father, my great grandfather, who fought under Stonewall Jackson at Chancellorsville. Yes, I’m a true “son of the confederacy”. To me the Confederate flag was a sign of a proud heritage and second only to the American flag. The problem was I never thought about the other side of the meaning of that flag. We in the south, and when I say that, I mean we white people in the south grew up glorifying the confederacy. We lived, we breathed it, it was just part of us....
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