PoP's Southern Thangs: November 2012


We want three things

“We want three things: powder, ball and brandy; and we have three things to sell: men, women and children." African Chief

“but the inescapable fact that stuck in my craw was: my people had sold me…..My own people had exterminated whole nations and torn families apart for a profit before the strangers got their chance for a cut. It was a sobering thought." Zora Neale Hurston - considered one of the pre-eminent writers of twentieth-century African-American literature.

The British diplomat Wilmot, explained to King Gelele: "England has been doing her utmost to stop the slave trade in this country. Much money has been spent, and many lives sacrificed to obtain this desirable end, but hitherto without success. I have come to ask you to put an end to this traffic and to enter into some treaty with me."

Defending the Heritage



December 15th 2:00 p.m. at Green Hill Cemetery in Elizabethton Tennessee.

This Event is sponsored by the Lt. Robert J. Tipton Camp #2083 of Elizabethton, TN.

Invocation: The Rev. Rick Morrell, Commander, Vaughn’s Brigade, Tennessee Division, Sons of Confederate Veterans.

Salute to the Confederate Flag.

Commemoration of the Confederate Veterans Interred in Green Hill Cemetery: Bill Hicks, Aide- de-Camp, Vaughn’s Brigade, Tennessee Division, Sons of Confederate Veterans.

Commemoration of the 123 Anniversary of the Death of Confederate States President Jefferson Davis: Bill Dennison, Guest Speaker, Walker Terry Camp #1758, Virginia Division, Sons of Confederate Veterans.

Wreath Laying at the Memorial to Confederate Veterans of Carter County, Tennessee: Order of Confederate Rose, Chapter #11 Wild Mountain Roses of Elizabethton, Order of the Black Rose, Mrs. Clara Ingram Craft and Mrs. Jackie Weaver Dennison.

Benediction: The Rev. Rick Morrell, Commander, Vaughn’s Brigade, Tennessee Division, Sons of Confederate Veterans.

Members of The Tennessee Confederate Flaggers will be there showing support for Lt. Robert J. Tipton Camp #2083 and our Confederate heroes.

Join with us.

Brother's love and blessings,

PoP Aaron

Tennessee Flagging Coordinator:
Col Mike Shaffer (Doc) or (423)652-0213

Brother Bill Hicks, TFG Sergeant of The Line.


Edmund Ruffin

"I here declare my unmitigated hatred to Yankee rule--to all political, social and business connection with the Yankees and to the Yankee race. Would that I could impress these sentiments, in their full force, on every living Southerner and bequeath them to every one yet to be born! May such sentiments be held universally in the outraged and down-trodden South, though in silence and stillness, until the now far-distant day shall arrive for just retribution for Yankee usurpation, oppression and atrocious outrages, and for deliverance and vengeance for the now ruined, subjugated and enslaved Southern States!

And now with my latest writing and utterance, and with what will be near my latest breath, I here repeat and would willingly proclaim my unmitigated hatred to Yankee rule--to all political, social and business connections with Yankees, and the perfidious, malignant and vile Yankee race." ~ Edmund Ruffin

Immediately after writing this, Ruffin put the rifle muzzle in his mouth and used the forked stick to manipulate the trigger. The percussion cap went off without firing the rifle, and the noise alerted Ruffin's daughter-in-law. But by the time she and his son reached his room, Ruffin had already reloaded the rifle and fired a fatal shot.

It is said, he had wrapped himself in The Confederate Flag. Can anyone verify this?



Southern Gray by A J Timmons

2012 Junior 2 Division National SHAG Dance Champions


I Am Your Confederate Ancestor

By Trooper Jim DeArman, CSA

CO. B, 37th Texas Calvary(Terrell's)

I am your Confederate ancestor.

Remember me?
When our country needed me,
I answered the call.

Do not forget me!

I was willing and did give up everything,
Sacrificed all, for country and you.
I faced deprivation, starvation,
faced the winter in tattered uniforms,
marched for miles with no shoes.

In Northern POW camps,
ill treatment was the norm,
intentionally withheld medical treatment,festering wounds,
allowed to freeze in the winter, and forced to endure sickness,
with hopes we would die.

I proudly fought under our flag,
for the constitutional republic we desired.
I rallied and faced an army that most of the time,
outnumbered us and was better equipped.

I gave my all and did my best,no sacrifice was to great.
No duty to small.

It was for you I did this,Without expecting any reward.
I suffered horrible wounds,and watched the angle of death,
cut vast lines of men down.

I bled for you,soaking the earth,I died for you.

Our families heeded the call,
they suffered under the boot of the Union army,
sacrificing farms, homes, possessions,
years of hardships we endured.

Will our self-sacrifices and heroic deeds,
be forgotten and perish from your memory?
My blood consecrated the ground of our country.
I gave my life for our people and it's land.

I died a heroic death for our independence,
on the battlefields of Shiloh, Chickamauga, Gettysburg.

Behold our bodies laid out in long lines,
the indignity of buried like garbage in mass trenches.
Our faces changed, death reflected in our eyes,
we breathe not, forevermore.

Behold, our mothers, wives, family,
heads bowed down,
silently grieving us who will never return.

Some buried forever in Yankee soil.
Our friends choked with tears.
The burden of losing us, having to bury us, to entomb us.

We did not betray you!

Our muskets still by our side,
ammo pouches empty,
We fought till the last man.

Just as our blood spilled out step by step,
We did all we could, every last man, never to rise.

Only when you forget us, do we truly die.
Only when you turn your back on us, are we truly gone.

Stand up for us!
Fight for us now!

For we carried your name, till death closed our eyes.
Do not let our sacrifice, die with us, our memory!

Raise the flag we fought for, wave it proudly from on high!

Are you ashamed of us, or to weak of heart to carry on?

The banner has been passed to you,
do not let it fall or falter,
the battle is now yours.

Remember me, I did not shirk my duty,
remember me, our bodies laid out in long lines,
But I can arise and live again,

But only through you!

Eileen Parker Zoellner


Stonewall Jackson's Grandson: General Thomas Jonathan Jackson Christian Sr. & Stonewall Jackson's Great-Grandson: WWII Hero KIA


The Tyrant




Confederate Secretary of State Judah P. Benjamin's Grave in Père Lachaise

Invalid Macon boy's diary 1861 - 1865

PoP Aaron
The Southern American