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I AM THE SOUTH....
I was born
April 12, 1861, in the Harbor of Charleston, South Carolina,
and the
Constitution of The Confederate States Of America is my birth
certificate.
The blood
lines of the South run through my veins, for I offer freedom
that each
State should regulate her own affairs, according to it's best
interest.
I am many
things to many people.
I am The
South, I am millions of living souls, and ghosts of thousands
that died
for me. I am the farmer - made soldier who did not turn his
back
during the charge..
I am The
South and the Heritage that's been forgotten, the dying memory
of a way
of life that is still being stilled.
You see me
in the twilight and hear me in Dixie, as the past continues
to fade
away each year.
Yes, I am
The South, and these are the things I represent. May I always
possess
the integrity and the courage and the strength to keep my
heritage
alive, to remain a Loyal Southroner and stand proud before the
rest of
the world.
This is my
goal, my hope and my prayer.
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Written by 95 year old Louise Weeks of Hampton Georgia just two
weeks
before her death.
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