The Confederate Damnatio Memoriae Continues

PICTURED: Actually, tell me in the comments what you see in this picture. It's a Rorschach blot. (HINT: There's more in the picture than the flag.)

I have long maintained that the Confederate flag should not fly over state capitols.  It is the symbol of an enemy power, opposed to the United States.  It has no business there.  It is starting to come down in the few states that still honor it in that way.  Good.

But it is wrong -- simply, morally wrong -- for the Democrats to try to strip the Confederate flag from the graves of Confederate soldiers. They are dead. They made the ultimate sacrifice for their cause, and their cause still failed.

They were wrong. They were rebels. They fought for an evil cause -- indeed, for an evil empire, no less cruel at its heart than the Soviet Union or the Third Reich -- whose destruction we rightly celebrate, and whose symbols we rightly abhor.

Yet they were also our brothers. They died in horrifying conditions by the hundreds of thousands, of bullets, untreated wounds, exposure, amputation, starvation, disease, moaning in wheat fields for their mamas as their lifeblood seeped out of them into the morning fog. To deny their very gravestones the right to say what they fought for is no less serious -- in some ways, far more serious -- than censoring a newspaper or banning a book. The living can still fight on against the censors to speak their piece; the dead are powerless. I don't agree with what Confederate soldiers died for, but I'll defend to the utmost their right to be remembered for it.

That Democrats are not only trying this, but actually trying to claim the moral high ground for it, tells you everything you need to know about the modern, national Democratic party.  They despise free expression, framing anything they disagree with as "hate," and work to erode it by targeting the politically weak and unpopular.  You don't get more "weak and unpopular" than a dead Confederate soldier.  One more reminder that the road from Romme to Robespierre is short, direct, and inevitable.