Richmond Has Fallen

Via Reborn

“We were told to hold back,” said one officer with disgust. “You could have burned every car in the city and we wouldn’t have done anything.” “Who wants to be cop in Richmond?” he asked. He said recruiters are scraping the barrel to the point that some police academy trainees are “MRs.” I asked what he meant by MR. “Mentally retarded,” he said.

A Richmond talk-show host was explaining on National Public Radio why the monuments had to come down. He said they were put up as expressions of white supremacy to keep blacks in their place. Of course. When the United Daughters of the Confederacy and the people of the South raised the money for these memorials it had nothing to do with love and admiration for the truly great men who fought so bravely and loyally for a nation that was strangled in its crib. It was to insult the Negroes. This is now the voice of Richmond.
Of all forms of capitulation, capitulation of the mind is most grievous and contemptible.

On June 13, I drove to Richmond, Virginia, to see the damage done to the Confederate monuments and pay my respects to the men whose statues still stand. I was too late for President of the Confederacy, Jefferson Davis. The mob tore him down on June 10, leaving this defaced memorial.  (Click on the  photos to see them at full resolution.)