INSTALLMENT 9 — SEE BELOW FOR PREVIOUS INSTALLMENTS
THE WINTER OF OUR DISCONTENT
The story dealing with the presence of armed militia at the Sylvania protest drew a lot of comments on the Herald Facebook page. A woman I knew from Gnat’s Landing responded to one of my posts : “You’re sick, you need help . . . . Y’all’re just itching to kill somebody.” Many of the posts referred to the militiamen as “racists” and “rednecks.” But many of the posts were positive. One lady wrote simply, “Thank you for defending our community.”
Posts from the local BLM page, which featured the photo taken of us behind the Statesboro library, while not positive, of course, were more simply observational: “They were there to back the police;” “They were in reserve behind the library;” “They all had assault rifles.” There were a few remarks about “rednecks” and “crackers,” but the BLM response had been oddly clinical, like an after-action report.
However, BLM was very emotional about the upcoming election. There were many posts hinting at violence in Statesboro if Trump were re-elected. Given the poll numbers and the great economy, I was sure that Trump was going to be re-elected in a landslide. I thought it odd that BLM was discussing the matter as if there were any doubt about the outcome. I dismissed it as more irrational Trump derangement syndrome.
In the meantime, a resolution was coming up before the Statesboro City Council to pass a so-called “anti-discrimination” ordinance. Because of recent lawsuits in other states in which florists and bakers had been sued for refusing to service same-sex marriages, this ordinance was seen by some as an effort to force people of faith to do things against their beliefs. One of several people to speak out against the ordinance was Reverend James Byrd, a Black pastor of a Black church. He explained that he, of course, was not against civil rights, but he felt compelled to speak out “in defense of the Christian faith.” He explained, “I don’t have a problem with whether you are LBGTQ or whatever your particular lifestyle. What the Bible tells us to do is to be compassionate towards individuals who engage in lifestyles antithetical to biblical principles. Indeed we are compassionate. Nevertheless, compassion does not require agreement, approval or submission to their lifestyle.”
“Amen!” I said when I read this. “Here is someone who gets it.” I regretted not having gone to the public meeting prior to the vote. I regretted it even more when I read the entire proposed ordinance. The bill not only prohibited discrimination against minorities and women, but gave minority businesses preference over White owned businesses in being awarded city contracts by skewing minority bids with a 6% differential.
I was acquainted with one of the city council members. He had originally opposed the clause granting the minority preference, but had changed his mind and voted for it. He explained that it would not make any difference because the white-owned businesses would just put their wives names on the bid, thus qualifying them for the offset. “It’s all show,” he explained. “I’m playing chess, not checkers.”
“Yeah,” I replied. “But this is not a game.”
I signed up to speak at the next City Council meeting. I got there early, and, by chance, the only council member already there was John Riggs, the only member to vote against it. We talked for a while, and Mayor McCollar arrived, recognized me from the rally at the courthouse, and told me he was going to put me up first. After the others arrived and the Council took care of some routine business, the Mayor called me up and said, “You have three minutes.”
As I spoke, two of the Black female councilwomen exchanged whispered comments. I can only imagine what they said in response to my remarks:
“Council Members:
“The so-called anti-discrimination ordinance you passed last month is nothing if not discriminatory. It is just another manifestation of the anti-White sentiment that has been inculcated in our society for some time now and has been seized upon by the radical left. By passing this ordinance, you have pandered to such radical organizations as Antifa and Black Lives Matter and to race hustlers like Francys Johnson, and in so doing have invited rioters and looters to come to our fair city. Ostensibly, this ordinance was passed to remedy the fact that 92% of city contracts were awarded to White vendors. However, during your deliberations there was not any evidence offered to suggest that minority bidders numbered more than the remaining 8%, or that any of the contracts were awarded on a discriminatory basis. Your motive in proposing this ordinance was racist and leftist pandering, pure and simple. Councilman Riggs, I thank you for having the courage and integrity for voting against this abomination. The rest of you should be ashamed of yourselves.
“As a White man, I am utterly weary of my race and heritage being vilified. As a patriot
who has had to bear arms to protect the Confederate monument here in Statesboro and the City of Sylvania against threatened violence, I am alarmed by the timing of your blatantly racist pandering. You have sown discord; I hope you do not reap the whirlwind.
“Statesboro has been threatened with violence over the coming election as well as the predicted guilty verdict against Marc Wilson for killing that girl on the bypass. If violence does come, local patriots will deal with it, as well as their associates from other locales. If violence does come, a good part of the blame will be on your shoulders, council members, for your cowardice and poor judgment in passing this racist ordinance. Stop pandering, and start serving.”
Later, when I ran into the councilman I knew, he said, “Bubba, all I can tell you is you pissed a lot of people off.”
On the night of the election, some of us Minutemen met a local bar to watch the election returns. When I went home at about eleven, I was sure that Trump had won. But the next morning the news outlets had Biden winning. I could not figure out how that could be. Trump had been way ahead in key states at eleven. And then I remembered something Rush Limbaugh had said on the radio the day before. Someone had called him and told him that Democrat operatives in Philadelphia were blocking Republican poll watchers from coming into the polling stations, and reports of funny stuff in Atlanta and Detroit. Before anyone came right out and said it, I had no doubt what had happened. There had been a concerted effort to steal the election by rigging the results in the key cities of key states: Georgia, Pennsylvania, Michigan, Wisconsin, and Minnesota. All the reports of funny stuff were coming out of heavily Democrat cities. To me, it was easy to see what was going on. Therefore, I thought that, before the election was certified, they would certainly expose the theft. I was not prepared for how wrong I was.
The only good news to come out of November came on the very last day of the month: Jacob Thompson was granted bond. Thompson’s lawyers had pressed long and hard for a new bond hearing, and when Judge Peed granted it, they tore into the prosecution’s flimsy case. They addressed the ridiculous argument that Lewis’s car had been rendered inoperable by having its battery cable knocked loose; the theory, put forward by the defense, that Lewis had just been looking for a well-lighted place to pull over; and the claim that Thompson had killed Lewis out of racial prejudice. Witness after witness testified to Thompson’s sterling character. In the end, whatever his motives, Judge Peed could not have denied bond without seeming totally ridiculous or obviously under undue pressure.
Predictably, Lewis’s family, Francys Johnson, Mawuli Davis, and Georgia NAACP president James Woodall cried racism. At a press conference, Johnson, in typical dramatic fashion, said of Thompson, “Before he could ask his name, he decided that Julian Lewis should die.” He also revealed that the family had filed notice that they were going to file a $13 million wrongful death suit against the State of Georgia.
I immediately thought of George Floyd. The officers charged in his death had not even gone to trial, yet the lawyers for Floyd’s family had negotiated a $26 million settlement with the city of Minneapolis. I posted on Facebook, along with a link to the story about the Julian Lewis wrongful death suit: “Representing Black thugs who get killed in police-involved incidents is good work if you can get it.”
After Thompson was released on bond, the assumption was that he would be going before the grand jury in January. Under Georgia law, a defendant who is or who was a law enforcement officer can testify at his own grand jury hearing. In so doing, he subjects himself not only to questioning by the prosecution, but to the grand jurors themselves. Anything he divulges can be used against him later at trial. In spite of this, it was speculated by some that Jacob Thompson was planning to testify at his grand jury hearing. That in and of itself said a lot.
Earlier that month, Marc Wilson had been indicted by a grand jury in Statesboro. In the wake of Jacob Thompson’s successful bond hearing, Wilson’s lawyers thought it would be an opportune time to request a new bond hearing for Marc Wilson, and one was scheduled for December 15. At that hearing, Wilson’s mother gave a tearful plea for his release, promising that she would do everything possible to make sure that he adhered to the terms of the bond, including making sure that he remained at home and wore an ankle monitor. It was also discussed that her and her husband would put up property they owned as surety for the bond.
In the hearing Wilson’s mother testified that she had other grown children in Statesboro with whom Marc could stay when he had to come to Statesboro for court appearances. This led District Attorney Daphne Totten to ask whether Marc had gone to either of these siblings after the incident on the bypass. She answered no. Francys Johnson asked Mrs. Wilson if she and her husband supported Marc financially. She answered yes. Johnson then asked, “So, you could say he is a virtual kid, then?” When she answered yes, Judge Muldrew remarked, “If he was a virtual kid, then why did he have a gun?”
Mrs. Wilson answered that, with all the unrest in the country, he needed a gun. She also testified that Marc was not a flight risk because he had no passport, no bank account, and the car he had driven on the night of the shooting belonged to her and her husband, not Marc.
Under cross examination, Mrs. Wilson admitted that Marc had not told her about the incident until after he had talked to the SPD detective. She testified that he had broken down crying, saying, “Mom, I’m in trouble.”
In her closing argument opposing bond, Totten said, “We believe that his actions immediately after and in the days following the shooting support our previous argument and our position today, that we do believe he poses a flight risk. We’re also concerned about persons and property in the community. . . . All of these people that have come today that love him, support him – some of them are in law enforcement, he’s got family in law enforcement – he made a choice not to reach out to one of these people.”
Johnson countered with an emotional plea that Marc had never been in trouble before, that he had been in reasonable fear for his life, and that he should be allowed to go home for Christmas. Judge Muldrew responded that he would need a few days to render a decision.
But as the weeks went by, and New Year’s passed, no decision came. Marc Wilson’s supporters on social media began to grumble at the judge’s silence. When asked by Francys Johnson what his decision was, Muldrew answered, “My silence is answer enough.” For the foreseeable future, Marc Wilson would be staying in jail. But that future turned out to be longer and more indeterminate than anyone could have imagined. It would be nine months before the defense would be ready to appear in a courtroom again.
Several people I knew attended the pro-Trump rally in Washington on January 6, 2011. Like me – and at least seventy-five million other people – they believed that the election had been stolen. The people I knew who went did so with the wish that a large enough presence
of American patriots would convince Vice President Pence, who, as President of the Senate, had the Constitutional duty to certify the electoral vote, would refuse to certify the vote in light of the glaring irregularities that had been so manifest during the election. I kept hoping that President Trump would take former National Security Director Mike Flynn’s advice and declare martial law while the matter was being investigated and set right.
I watched the rally and the storming of the Capitol on television. Only I did not think of it so much as a “storming.” Most of the people who entered the building stayed between the velvet ropes. I was disgusted by the video of the senators cowering like old women behind their desks, and enraged by the shooting of the female demonstrator by the Capitol policeman. What especially galled me was that some of the senators cowering in fear in the Senate chamber had refused to refer to the BLM and Antifa thugs in Seattle and other cities as “rioters.” To them, they were “protesters.” But after the mischief ceased at the Capitol, the senators wasted no time as labeling the intruders as “right-wing terrorists” trying to stage a “coup” against the government.
Far from being a coup, the whole affair struck me as a mildly rowdy vent of frustration at the stolen election. If the half million people at the rally had wanted to stage a coup, they could have stormed that building, taken all the senators and Vice President Pence prisoner, and let things develop from there. I was reminded of the Boston Tea Party. The Sons of Liberty could have set every British ship in Boston harbor ablaze that night, but they had merely dumped British tea into the water. They were trying to get a point across. Obviously, the British did not listen.
Many people disagreed with me on this point. They stressed that the breach of the Capitol
had been unlawful. “So is stealing an election,” I answered. “Besides, that building is our building, the American people’s building. Those senators work for us, and they’re not doing their jobs.”
I fully agreed with President Trump when he called Pence a coward for certifying the votes. Pence would have been within his Constitutional powers if he had refused to do so. Therefore, Constitutional rule would have been maintained. Upon reflection, I understood why Trump did not declare martial law. To do so would have been to set a dangerous precedent for future presidents who, with less justification, could have looked to Trump’s actions as a justifying precedent to declare martial law when they felt like it. I was reminded of the presidential election of 1960, which had been stolen from Richard Nixon by Kennedy supporters in Illinois and Texas. Many people had urged Nixon to contest the election, but he felt that the process would have stained the reputation of the United States as a paragon of democracy.
I was also reminded of Abraham Lincoln, who had not hesitated to declare martial law and to have anyone who spoke out against him imprisoned. Unlike Lincoln, Trump was taking the high road. I was disappointed at how things turned out, but I admired Trump all the more. I was sure that the truth would eventually come out, and that there would be a reckoning.
The grand jury hearing for Jacob Thompson was scheduled for January 11 in Screven County. Thompson’s defense attorneys notified the newly elected, recently sworn-in District Attorney Daphne Totten that their client would be exercising his right under Georgia law as a former law enforcement officer to testify in his own behalf. A few days before the 11th, Totten notified the defense that because of “a dramatic increase” in cases that had to appear before the grand jury, and pending legislation before the state legislature that required jailed defendants to be tried first, she would be postponing Thompson’s grand jury hearing indefinitely. The defense immediately called foul, and accused the District Attorney of “grand jury shopping.” Screven County jail records showed no increase at all in jailed defendants, and the pending legislation was not retroactive to existing cases. In a motion filed before the court to have the grand jury hearing go forward, Thompson’s attorneys contended that Totten had forced Thompson to “tip his hand” about whether he would testify, and then “pulled the rug out from under him” after he did so. However, the judge denied the motion.
It was obvious what was going on. The prosecution did not have a case, and they knew it. They were stalling, hoping to get a grand jury better constituted to give them an indictment. In March, the defense filed another motion to compel the presentment of the case to the currently empaneled grand jury. District Attorney Totten argued that Thompson was free on bond and there was no urgency to present his case. She also stated that the state was not ready to go to before a grand jury. But this begged the question: Why, as acting DA in August, 2021, had she made the decision to prosecute Thompson a mere seven days after the incident in question?
Further, an assistant district attorney made a motion that Thompson reveal where he was getting the money to pay his legal bills. This question had been raised on an earlier occasion by Francys Johnson on behalf of the widow of Julian Lewis. She claimed that she had felt “intimidated” by the fact that prominent, wealthy citizens of Screven County were contributing to Jacob Thompson’s defense. The judge, predictably, denied the assistant DA’s motion. However, he also denied the defense’s motion to present the case to the current grand jury.
For so many of us, what was being done to Jacob Thompson was not only an outrage, but an embarrassment. We all knew that they were preparing to crucify Derek Chauvin, the officer charged with killing George Floyd, in Minnesota. But the fact that a south Georgia prosecutor was trying to do the same thing to a fine young man with such an exemplary record as a law enforcement officer as Jacob Thompson was unacceptable. We all understood that Totten was under political pressure, and was being harassed by race-hustlers like Francys Johnson and Mawuli Davis. But she had asked for this job, had stood for election for it. We wanted her to grow a backbone and do the right thing: dismiss the case. There simply was no case.
The following month, as predicted, a Minneapolis jury found Derek Chavin guilty of second-degree murder in spite of the fact that the evidence had shown that Floyd had died from a lethal overdose of fentanyl. Around the country, the race hustlers were exploiting other racially-charged police-involved shootings. “Defund the police” had become a popular slogan for the left, and race-pandering career politicians were jumping on the anti-law enforcement bandwagon. I continued to be amazed that such lunacy could be afoot in the United States of America. Since one of the main preconditions for all of this was the White guilt that had been programmed into so many people, I decided to do my best to do some de-programming.
Someone I knew had started a conservative Facebook group that had swelled to over 100,000 members before Facebook had found a reason to shut it down. Therefore, I not only started a Facebook group, but a website as a backup. I called them both “White Heritage.”