In the minds of a few, the war between the Confederacy and the Union has
never really ended. A Richmond group calling itself Virginia Flaggers is the
latest example.
The group has seized upon the opening of the new annex of the Museum of the
Confederacy in Appomattox this week to resurrect yet another battle over where
the Confederate battle flag should be flown or displayed.
Posted in Opinion/Editorial
Tagged Virginia
Mark Anthony Vincent says he was tired and distracted as he drove his van through this city early one morning last May to deliver auto parts, and dozed off. Mr. Vincent says he looked at his GPS just before 4:47 a.m., when the 1999 Chevrolet ran off the road and slammed into a 101-year-old Confederate veterans monument in Reidsville’s central roundabout.
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Tagged North Carolina
The sword Confederate Gen. Robert E. Lee had at his side when he surrendered to Union Gen. Ulysses S. Grant is returning to Appomattox as the centerpiece of a new museum examining the post-Civil War struggle to heal the nation.
The uniform Lee wore that day in 1865 will also be on display March 31 when
the Museum of the Confederacy opens an 11,700-square-foot museum within a mile of where the war effectively ended.
Who’s got the general’s head?
It’s a question making the rounds in Selma since earlier this month, when a bronze bust of Confederate Gen. Nathan Bedford Forrest vanished from atop a 7-foot-tall granite monument at Live Oak Cemetery.
Sons of Confederate Veterans members were outraged when it happened and have been busy raising reward money to see if loose lips just might sink the culprit’s ship.
It was often said of the Civil War that it was a “rich man’s battle” but a “poor man’s war.” This saying applied to both sides equally, but as usual, the devil was in the details.
When the War first broke out, patriotism and patriotic fervor was high in both camps. Songs like “Jine [sic] the Cavalry” rang out among the men and esprit d’corps was evident. Prior to the Conscription Act of 1863, and after the first blush of getting a gun and shooting the Rebels or the Yankees, had ebbed, it was an easy matter to decline military service.
When Allen Wandling held the old Confederate sword over the grave of its owner in Corinth, Miss., he swore he felt the hair on his arms stand on end.
“It was spooky,” he said.
He was standing at the grave of Col. William P. Rogers, who fell in the Battle of Corinth on Oct. 4, 1862.