I went to one of the most peaceful places I know of this afternoon.
I wont say exactly where, but it’s right off the Albemarle sound and there’s a replica of a Confederate steam-powered battle ship floating in the shallows.
Like most small Carolina towns, it has a majority black population so the downtown area (including the river-front with the ship) is deserted in the afternoons. (They care little for history or aesthetics and go to the commercial districts instead). So most days there are only ducks, a soft breeze, and the distant chimes of the Episcopal church to keep one company.
There’s an extensive boardwalk stretching at least 100 yards along the river, ending in a large sheltered area protruding over the water. I made my way to one of the tables and sat to get a good view of the battleship while I smoked my Dominican.
But then I noticed, scrawled across one of the wooden railings, in what must have been a feminine hand, the following:
“We must secure a future for the white race and our white children.”
Looking around, I noticed other such sayings, peppered across the veranda.
I can’t describe to you all how happy this made me. I feel like all those who share my views are scattered throughout the country, miles away from me; but here, in my own backyard practically, was a passionate scribbling.
Who could have done it?!
I took out a marker and contributed my own message; a snippet of an Elizabeth Barrett Browning poem I use for these purposes:
“He moaned and struggled
as well might be
For the white child wanted
Hopefully the other author will see it and be as encouraged by my words as I was of (hers?)
~ Deo Vindice ~