The Holocaust Is Complete
Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2023 12:27 am
Douglas Mercer
October 27 2023
The long gray line just got a little shorter. Don’t be shocked if Nat Turner is on the cards. These demons bent on pandemonium will rest at nothing in their pursuit of Lovecraftian horror and savage imagery to pollute the minds of the world. Of all things they went after Robert E Lee’s noble horse, and those pennies and those apples were ripped from the public consciousness. Fat pig Lizzo took time off from rolling in the slop to twerk like an estrus maddened baboon at the Library of Congress and wipe her purple backside with James Madison’s flute. And they put up a little demented nigger boy to oracle our demise. And for a while now they have been promising to take the king of all kings and put him to fire. That’s right the baleful day has come and the malediction has arrived. Dress in suitable solemn black for a time my friends because they have the pictures and the video that they love and they are blaring them out and sneering at our defeat. That is in every respect possible the holocaust is complete.
“Foundry workers adjust pieces of Charlottesville's bronze monument of Robert E Lee atop a furnace to heat them in preparation for melting the statue.”
“A foundry worker using a plasma torch cuts away portions of a bronze horse leg from Charlottesville’s monument of Robert E Lee.”
“A foundry worker places the sword from Charlottesville’s monument of Robert E Lee into a heated furnace to melt it.”
“The statue was cut into fragments and then dissolved in a furnace at a secret location due to fears of backlash.”
The kind of men who can write such sentences with unabashed glee deserve no quarter. This is a crime they have committed and far from being given condign punishment they are allowed to make a big public glitzy blitz of it. Gloating is the least of what they did. They put that fiery sword on graphic photographic display, they put that head of the great White man all over the Jew media like it was a head on a pike.
You see, they want to discourage the others; they want to discourage us and make us dispirited. It was an altogether ghoulish display put on by ghouls It was a charnel house of unspeakable horrors as they took the White world and burned it at the stake and burned it alive. No scalping Indian ever did worse, no Haitian savage cutting off the hands of still living White babies was more laden with crime, no Jew raping German women ever desecrated more thoroughly. You will notice that what this really was was a big photo op; they invited all the niggers who will seize hold of the newly made liquid and had them gawk at it. They bragged that this was not some kind of Roman triumph that it was rather a quiet and meditative and sacred moment of humble communing. That they were fully aware not to “sully” it with yips and hollers. But the Jew press coverage belies this; they got the big pictures of the great man’s head, the one of them cutting up the horse, and they got the one of the great face crying like it was a poor man’s parody of the Shroud Of Turin. And mostly they got the picture of a White man as perverted King Arthur using Excalibur to rip out the heart of his own kind. These were not incidental pictures; these were the point of the whole exercise. To display their power over us one disgusting image at a time.
“At a foundry last weekend, with fire blazing and anti-racist activists watching, the statue of the Confederate general Robert E Lee that sparked the deadly 2017 Charlottesville white nationalist riot was cut into pieces and melted down to liquid brass. It felt like an execution, said Jalane Schmidt, co-founder of Charlottesville Black Lives Matter and a professor at the University of Virginia. Along with other activists, Schmidt traveled from Charlottesville to watch the melting at the foundry, which organizers will only identify as being somewhere in the south out of concerns for the physical safety of the foundry workers. It was very solemn. Nobody cheering, nothing like that. It was very quiet. People weren’t even talking, she said.”
A hush fell about the place. They say it was an awe-filled moment for them when the noble form of Robert Lee met its last. Flashing in their minds was all the bad racism of the past: those photos of inferior slaves snapped by Louis Agassiz that Harvard inexplicably refuses to fork over; the chain gangs and that middle passage; the auction block and Jim Crow and the color line. As the ingots and the cauldron bubbled they likely blubbered a little thinking about those ladies on the “back of the bus” and the little colored girl escorted through the schoolhouse doors by some White soldiers. She was going to get her some of that big edu-ma-cation she was. Yes sir they overcame and now, having overcome with the help of the Jews, they are trying to overawe the White man. To not have him going and getting any big ideas about the White Supremacy or the like; to show him who is boss and who has the whip hand in the saddle right now. It was like an execution after all; the long-presaged death brought to life with burning fires and caught forever on photographic stills and moving pictures.
“The melting was the culmination of a years-long effort to remove the Confederate statue from downtown Charlottesville. The issue became a flashpoint in 2016, and sparked a deadly white nationalist riot a year later, in 2017, which resulted in the death of the counter-protester Heather Heyer and two police officers, whose helicopter crashed. After a series of lawsuits, the statue was finally removed in 2021 to much fanfare. It had been sitting in a warehouse in an undisclosed location until even more lawsuits made their way through the justice system. Then, on September 26 2023 the final lawsuit ended. The statue could be melted down.”
Their banner day came and now a heyday. The legal legerdemain was just so much legalese and mumbo jumbo; no court was going to deny the nigger this day in the sun. It was really just show trials and kangaroo courts and drum head trials: the conclusion was a foregone one. Bobby Lee was tainted with the original sin of Whiteness and he was guilty as hell; standing in the dock he stood no chance. And for that crime he must pay, as all Whites must, with his metaphorical life. There is no mitigation for Whiteness, no extenuating circumstances, no grace period, and certainly no forgiveness. No, only the purifying fire of a cleansing ritual could obliterate such evil. Only consigning it to the flames and reordering its composition would do. After all a fat anti-fascist whale who was harassing a driver had a heart attack as the result of too many cheeseburgers and double deep fried peanut butter sandwiches But everyone who saw that Frontline special with the Jew lackey with the stentorian voice knew otherwise. She was a martyr to justice, and a victim of racism. And no victim in the modern world is given more pride of place. And she was fighting against Bobby Lee, fighting the good fight against the interests of her own race; and now they vindicate their sacrificial victims.
“The Melting Project, formally known as Swords into Plowshares, was organized by the Charlottesville non-profit organization Jefferson School African American Heritage Center. The organization’s proposal for what to do with the Confederate statue unanimously won Charlottesville city council approval in 2021. For many in the crowd at the foundry on the day of the melting, the fight over the Lee statue was personal. I thought of everything that had happened in the last six and a half years, said Lisa Draine, interim project director for Swords into Plowshares. On August 11 and 12, 2017, with my two daughters, I stood up to torch-bearing neo-Nazis and white nationalists with guns in our streets. My family was traumatized when my younger daughter was badly injured in the terrorist car attack that killed Heather Heyer and injured dozens that day. Our lives would never be the same. The fight to remove Confederate statues from our parks became personal.”
The melting project—a lot more on the nose than the bland Swords into Plowshares. Indeed it will forever be known as melting day, the day of melting. Just like immigration melting pot it’s really a witch's cauldron to put the fire to our people, and to our race, to drain it of its original substance and turn it into something new, to a new configuration and a new paean to strangers to our blood. And yes this is as personal as it gets, you don’t take the icon of the imperishable hero and take the plasma torch to it and show forth the images to a gawking world and have it be impersonal. For our side this touches each and every one of us right in the center of the heart, for the symbolism of it and what is says of the transformation of power in this country. It is not going too far to say that this is the story of stories of our time. There’s that time the judge let the illegal alien out the back door of the courtroom, there’s the time the White Commander lambasted his cadets for racist graffiti at the Air Force Academy, but turned out the nigger did it, and then the White commander got a big Jewish award. Those are contenders for sure, as is the death of the banana wielding ape that day in Minnesota, and the Tiki Torch rally. And of course there will be that dastardly denouement when they tell us what nigger will wear the skin of Robert E Lee like a ritual shawl or an animal skin felled in the hunt. But when the long history of our time is written it will be those ingots and those torches and those molten glowing images which will tell the tale best. A great man’s image sunk and dissolved in the fiery flame of the hatred of our people—and put on display for a gaping public.
“Among those activists watching was the Rev Isaac Collins, a pastor in Charlottesville during the summer of 2017. To be present was hard to put into words, Collins said. We were a part of this hundred-year history of resistance to the statue, but also this 400-year legacy of race in the United States. So, it was very gratifying. It was very sobering. It was humbling. He and the group watched as foundry workers placed pieces of the statue into the furnace one-by-one. Among them was Lee’s head. The process took hours. We were outside and night had fallen. The statue’s face, mask-like, began to glow, said Draine. At one moment, balanced on the fiery furnace, it looked like Lee’s bronze face was crying. I know I was. Once the statue was melted down, the foundry workers poured the molten metal, which looked like lava, in Schmidt’s words, into oblong blocks of brass from molds.”
Among them was his head—the sentence stands out in sharp relief. And even the language used betokens a kind of torture. One by one the body parts went under the flame, slowly, excruciatingly, with deliberate sadism, to make the process as long and lingering gruesome and as horrible to the eye and mind as possible. Of course the face begins to glow and the face begins to cry. The great stoic and stalwart man reduced to a blubbering mass of molten metal, weeping over his sins one supposes. And then fully reduced and no longer recognizably human, having left the province of his kin, he becomes a horrible stream of oozing lava, burbling, and bubbling, and being forced to flow into the containers that hold his doom. Now the man is no longer a man, no longer a White man, but is contained in molds to be stored like a specimen, while the anti-racists and the Jews think long and hard what new form the molecules that once were him will take. Will it be Nat Turner? Or a generic slave? Or perhaps one of those marchers for civil rights? Could it be big lipped George Floyd himself? Who knows what the final desecration will be, but for long months and years the one to whom real honor is due will be encased and mummified in this lurid limbo until they select that “artists” who will formulate the final humiliation which will be no resting place but an eternity of shame.
“When we saw it removed from the ingots, there were these different variations in the color, and the sculptors told me that it was because of impurities in the bronze, said Collins. It seemed very fitting. The impure nature of what these statues have always stood for, sort of living on in the material that they were created out of. Many other localities, including Richmond, Virginia, which memorably removed its Robert E Lee statue in 2021, have been unable to find appropriate museums to house the statues and instead are left storing the pieces in an informal statue graveyard. Melting a Confederate statue is unprecedented. Next, Swords into Plowshares will solicit artist proposals for a public art installation made of the brass from the Lee statue. Their aim is to install the new public art piece before the 10th anniversary of the Summer of Hate, on 12 August 2027.”
Unprecedented it is for sure, no mockery of greatness like this has ever been dreamed of, which is why the whole process has been like a Jewish fever dream, much salivating and rubbing together of hands has ensured. And you can see how the whole thing is metaphorical for them, it’s a parable or an allegory, a kind of diorama or puppet show where the murder of the White race is enacted in pantomime in a kind of surreal paint by numbers world. There are statue graveyards but even that kind of anonymity won’t be granted to Robert E Lee, he was the impure of impure blood, and what he stood for was degraded so degraded he must be. You know every nigger “artist” is chomping at the bit to get a crack at this, to dream up some new and even more unprecedented horror to put the final seal on the cleansing of what they call this ritual pollution. And of course the amazing thing is how the custody of this icon slipped from our hands to theirs, it was wrested from our control with most of being unawares and is now ensconced in a Jewish stronghold behind enemy lines. And little more than a year after the 250 anniversary of America, founded as a White country, this holocaust of all we hold dear will finally be complete.
“Andrea Douglas, the museum's executive director, told the outlet: Well, they can't put Humpty Dumpty back together again. The bronze ingots from the Lee statue will be used by a group known as Swords Into Plowshares to make a piece of public artwork to be displayed in Charlottesville. The newspaper quoted the owner of the foundry, a Black man who was not identified, as saying it was an honor to melt down the statue. When you are approached with such an honor, especially to destroy hate, you have to do it.”
This is the Jeffersonian fire bell in the night, this is the final pass; for most they might see this and find it distasteful but then it will pass into the oblivion of a forgetful memory; but for us it’s a Rubicon of before and after. Take a look at the pictures and see if you see different. And recall that this is the way our world is heading, such will be the fate of every piece of White art, every painting, every statue, all the music, every building, everything. Every book we wrote, every poem, every memorial. Obliterated with spiteful hatred, the red blasting fury of the furnace grows stronger every day. They have their secret locations, they will do it all in the dead of night like guilty creatures; they will, however, carefully record the emotional reaction of the spectators and make them out to be forbearing heroes; but make no mistake they have their foundries and their plasma torches, their casts and molds, and they will in the end want all of our history and all our heritage and all of our people to be contained in them. For Robert E Lee now it’s all over but the lying and the only question is which nigger and what pose they will pick and what suitably saccharine words to adorn it. But if we see this monstrous event in its true aspect and take motivation and courage from it one day all our king’s horses and all our king’s men will return fully in force; and the real sword will not be melted into liquid but pulled from the rock. And no matter the sad fate of this once great and good artistic masterpiece the heroic Robert E Lee surely will ride in our hearts forever.
October 27 2023
The long gray line just got a little shorter. Don’t be shocked if Nat Turner is on the cards. These demons bent on pandemonium will rest at nothing in their pursuit of Lovecraftian horror and savage imagery to pollute the minds of the world. Of all things they went after Robert E Lee’s noble horse, and those pennies and those apples were ripped from the public consciousness. Fat pig Lizzo took time off from rolling in the slop to twerk like an estrus maddened baboon at the Library of Congress and wipe her purple backside with James Madison’s flute. And they put up a little demented nigger boy to oracle our demise. And for a while now they have been promising to take the king of all kings and put him to fire. That’s right the baleful day has come and the malediction has arrived. Dress in suitable solemn black for a time my friends because they have the pictures and the video that they love and they are blaring them out and sneering at our defeat. That is in every respect possible the holocaust is complete.
“Foundry workers adjust pieces of Charlottesville's bronze monument of Robert E Lee atop a furnace to heat them in preparation for melting the statue.”
“A foundry worker using a plasma torch cuts away portions of a bronze horse leg from Charlottesville’s monument of Robert E Lee.”
“A foundry worker places the sword from Charlottesville’s monument of Robert E Lee into a heated furnace to melt it.”
“The statue was cut into fragments and then dissolved in a furnace at a secret location due to fears of backlash.”
The kind of men who can write such sentences with unabashed glee deserve no quarter. This is a crime they have committed and far from being given condign punishment they are allowed to make a big public glitzy blitz of it. Gloating is the least of what they did. They put that fiery sword on graphic photographic display, they put that head of the great White man all over the Jew media like it was a head on a pike.
You see, they want to discourage the others; they want to discourage us and make us dispirited. It was an altogether ghoulish display put on by ghouls It was a charnel house of unspeakable horrors as they took the White world and burned it at the stake and burned it alive. No scalping Indian ever did worse, no Haitian savage cutting off the hands of still living White babies was more laden with crime, no Jew raping German women ever desecrated more thoroughly. You will notice that what this really was was a big photo op; they invited all the niggers who will seize hold of the newly made liquid and had them gawk at it. They bragged that this was not some kind of Roman triumph that it was rather a quiet and meditative and sacred moment of humble communing. That they were fully aware not to “sully” it with yips and hollers. But the Jew press coverage belies this; they got the big pictures of the great man’s head, the one of them cutting up the horse, and they got the one of the great face crying like it was a poor man’s parody of the Shroud Of Turin. And mostly they got the picture of a White man as perverted King Arthur using Excalibur to rip out the heart of his own kind. These were not incidental pictures; these were the point of the whole exercise. To display their power over us one disgusting image at a time.
“At a foundry last weekend, with fire blazing and anti-racist activists watching, the statue of the Confederate general Robert E Lee that sparked the deadly 2017 Charlottesville white nationalist riot was cut into pieces and melted down to liquid brass. It felt like an execution, said Jalane Schmidt, co-founder of Charlottesville Black Lives Matter and a professor at the University of Virginia. Along with other activists, Schmidt traveled from Charlottesville to watch the melting at the foundry, which organizers will only identify as being somewhere in the south out of concerns for the physical safety of the foundry workers. It was very solemn. Nobody cheering, nothing like that. It was very quiet. People weren’t even talking, she said.”
A hush fell about the place. They say it was an awe-filled moment for them when the noble form of Robert Lee met its last. Flashing in their minds was all the bad racism of the past: those photos of inferior slaves snapped by Louis Agassiz that Harvard inexplicably refuses to fork over; the chain gangs and that middle passage; the auction block and Jim Crow and the color line. As the ingots and the cauldron bubbled they likely blubbered a little thinking about those ladies on the “back of the bus” and the little colored girl escorted through the schoolhouse doors by some White soldiers. She was going to get her some of that big edu-ma-cation she was. Yes sir they overcame and now, having overcome with the help of the Jews, they are trying to overawe the White man. To not have him going and getting any big ideas about the White Supremacy or the like; to show him who is boss and who has the whip hand in the saddle right now. It was like an execution after all; the long-presaged death brought to life with burning fires and caught forever on photographic stills and moving pictures.
“The melting was the culmination of a years-long effort to remove the Confederate statue from downtown Charlottesville. The issue became a flashpoint in 2016, and sparked a deadly white nationalist riot a year later, in 2017, which resulted in the death of the counter-protester Heather Heyer and two police officers, whose helicopter crashed. After a series of lawsuits, the statue was finally removed in 2021 to much fanfare. It had been sitting in a warehouse in an undisclosed location until even more lawsuits made their way through the justice system. Then, on September 26 2023 the final lawsuit ended. The statue could be melted down.”
Their banner day came and now a heyday. The legal legerdemain was just so much legalese and mumbo jumbo; no court was going to deny the nigger this day in the sun. It was really just show trials and kangaroo courts and drum head trials: the conclusion was a foregone one. Bobby Lee was tainted with the original sin of Whiteness and he was guilty as hell; standing in the dock he stood no chance. And for that crime he must pay, as all Whites must, with his metaphorical life. There is no mitigation for Whiteness, no extenuating circumstances, no grace period, and certainly no forgiveness. No, only the purifying fire of a cleansing ritual could obliterate such evil. Only consigning it to the flames and reordering its composition would do. After all a fat anti-fascist whale who was harassing a driver had a heart attack as the result of too many cheeseburgers and double deep fried peanut butter sandwiches But everyone who saw that Frontline special with the Jew lackey with the stentorian voice knew otherwise. She was a martyr to justice, and a victim of racism. And no victim in the modern world is given more pride of place. And she was fighting against Bobby Lee, fighting the good fight against the interests of her own race; and now they vindicate their sacrificial victims.
“The Melting Project, formally known as Swords into Plowshares, was organized by the Charlottesville non-profit organization Jefferson School African American Heritage Center. The organization’s proposal for what to do with the Confederate statue unanimously won Charlottesville city council approval in 2021. For many in the crowd at the foundry on the day of the melting, the fight over the Lee statue was personal. I thought of everything that had happened in the last six and a half years, said Lisa Draine, interim project director for Swords into Plowshares. On August 11 and 12, 2017, with my two daughters, I stood up to torch-bearing neo-Nazis and white nationalists with guns in our streets. My family was traumatized when my younger daughter was badly injured in the terrorist car attack that killed Heather Heyer and injured dozens that day. Our lives would never be the same. The fight to remove Confederate statues from our parks became personal.”
The melting project—a lot more on the nose than the bland Swords into Plowshares. Indeed it will forever be known as melting day, the day of melting. Just like immigration melting pot it’s really a witch's cauldron to put the fire to our people, and to our race, to drain it of its original substance and turn it into something new, to a new configuration and a new paean to strangers to our blood. And yes this is as personal as it gets, you don’t take the icon of the imperishable hero and take the plasma torch to it and show forth the images to a gawking world and have it be impersonal. For our side this touches each and every one of us right in the center of the heart, for the symbolism of it and what is says of the transformation of power in this country. It is not going too far to say that this is the story of stories of our time. There’s that time the judge let the illegal alien out the back door of the courtroom, there’s the time the White Commander lambasted his cadets for racist graffiti at the Air Force Academy, but turned out the nigger did it, and then the White commander got a big Jewish award. Those are contenders for sure, as is the death of the banana wielding ape that day in Minnesota, and the Tiki Torch rally. And of course there will be that dastardly denouement when they tell us what nigger will wear the skin of Robert E Lee like a ritual shawl or an animal skin felled in the hunt. But when the long history of our time is written it will be those ingots and those torches and those molten glowing images which will tell the tale best. A great man’s image sunk and dissolved in the fiery flame of the hatred of our people—and put on display for a gaping public.
“Among those activists watching was the Rev Isaac Collins, a pastor in Charlottesville during the summer of 2017. To be present was hard to put into words, Collins said. We were a part of this hundred-year history of resistance to the statue, but also this 400-year legacy of race in the United States. So, it was very gratifying. It was very sobering. It was humbling. He and the group watched as foundry workers placed pieces of the statue into the furnace one-by-one. Among them was Lee’s head. The process took hours. We were outside and night had fallen. The statue’s face, mask-like, began to glow, said Draine. At one moment, balanced on the fiery furnace, it looked like Lee’s bronze face was crying. I know I was. Once the statue was melted down, the foundry workers poured the molten metal, which looked like lava, in Schmidt’s words, into oblong blocks of brass from molds.”
Among them was his head—the sentence stands out in sharp relief. And even the language used betokens a kind of torture. One by one the body parts went under the flame, slowly, excruciatingly, with deliberate sadism, to make the process as long and lingering gruesome and as horrible to the eye and mind as possible. Of course the face begins to glow and the face begins to cry. The great stoic and stalwart man reduced to a blubbering mass of molten metal, weeping over his sins one supposes. And then fully reduced and no longer recognizably human, having left the province of his kin, he becomes a horrible stream of oozing lava, burbling, and bubbling, and being forced to flow into the containers that hold his doom. Now the man is no longer a man, no longer a White man, but is contained in molds to be stored like a specimen, while the anti-racists and the Jews think long and hard what new form the molecules that once were him will take. Will it be Nat Turner? Or a generic slave? Or perhaps one of those marchers for civil rights? Could it be big lipped George Floyd himself? Who knows what the final desecration will be, but for long months and years the one to whom real honor is due will be encased and mummified in this lurid limbo until they select that “artists” who will formulate the final humiliation which will be no resting place but an eternity of shame.
“When we saw it removed from the ingots, there were these different variations in the color, and the sculptors told me that it was because of impurities in the bronze, said Collins. It seemed very fitting. The impure nature of what these statues have always stood for, sort of living on in the material that they were created out of. Many other localities, including Richmond, Virginia, which memorably removed its Robert E Lee statue in 2021, have been unable to find appropriate museums to house the statues and instead are left storing the pieces in an informal statue graveyard. Melting a Confederate statue is unprecedented. Next, Swords into Plowshares will solicit artist proposals for a public art installation made of the brass from the Lee statue. Their aim is to install the new public art piece before the 10th anniversary of the Summer of Hate, on 12 August 2027.”
Unprecedented it is for sure, no mockery of greatness like this has ever been dreamed of, which is why the whole process has been like a Jewish fever dream, much salivating and rubbing together of hands has ensured. And you can see how the whole thing is metaphorical for them, it’s a parable or an allegory, a kind of diorama or puppet show where the murder of the White race is enacted in pantomime in a kind of surreal paint by numbers world. There are statue graveyards but even that kind of anonymity won’t be granted to Robert E Lee, he was the impure of impure blood, and what he stood for was degraded so degraded he must be. You know every nigger “artist” is chomping at the bit to get a crack at this, to dream up some new and even more unprecedented horror to put the final seal on the cleansing of what they call this ritual pollution. And of course the amazing thing is how the custody of this icon slipped from our hands to theirs, it was wrested from our control with most of being unawares and is now ensconced in a Jewish stronghold behind enemy lines. And little more than a year after the 250 anniversary of America, founded as a White country, this holocaust of all we hold dear will finally be complete.
“Andrea Douglas, the museum's executive director, told the outlet: Well, they can't put Humpty Dumpty back together again. The bronze ingots from the Lee statue will be used by a group known as Swords Into Plowshares to make a piece of public artwork to be displayed in Charlottesville. The newspaper quoted the owner of the foundry, a Black man who was not identified, as saying it was an honor to melt down the statue. When you are approached with such an honor, especially to destroy hate, you have to do it.”
This is the Jeffersonian fire bell in the night, this is the final pass; for most they might see this and find it distasteful but then it will pass into the oblivion of a forgetful memory; but for us it’s a Rubicon of before and after. Take a look at the pictures and see if you see different. And recall that this is the way our world is heading, such will be the fate of every piece of White art, every painting, every statue, all the music, every building, everything. Every book we wrote, every poem, every memorial. Obliterated with spiteful hatred, the red blasting fury of the furnace grows stronger every day. They have their secret locations, they will do it all in the dead of night like guilty creatures; they will, however, carefully record the emotional reaction of the spectators and make them out to be forbearing heroes; but make no mistake they have their foundries and their plasma torches, their casts and molds, and they will in the end want all of our history and all our heritage and all of our people to be contained in them. For Robert E Lee now it’s all over but the lying and the only question is which nigger and what pose they will pick and what suitably saccharine words to adorn it. But if we see this monstrous event in its true aspect and take motivation and courage from it one day all our king’s horses and all our king’s men will return fully in force; and the real sword will not be melted into liquid but pulled from the rock. And no matter the sad fate of this once great and good artistic masterpiece the heroic Robert E Lee surely will ride in our hearts forever.
