say "Country right or wrong", but in a struggle such as ours (where the brother tries to pierce the brothers heart.) for God's sake choose the right. When a country like this spurns justice from her side, She forfeits the allegiance of every honest freeman, and should leave him untrammeled by any fealty soever, to act, as his conscience may approve.
People of the North, to hate tyranny & love liberty and justice, to strike at wrong and oppression, was the teaching of our fathers. The study of our early history will not let me forget it, and may it never.
This country was formed for the white, not for the black man. And looking upon African slavery from the same stand-point, held by those noble framers of our Constitution, I for one, have ever considered it, one of the greatest blessings (both for themselves and us.) that God ever bestowed upon a favored nation. Witness heretofore our wealth and power. Witness their elevation in happiness and enlightenment above their race, elsewhere. I have lived among it most of my life and have seen less harsh treatment from master to man than I have beheld in the North from father to son. Yet Heaven
never bestowed upon me one kind word. A place now, where I have no friends, except beneath the sod. A place where I must either become a private soldier or a beggar. To give up all of the former for the latter, besides my mother and sisters whom I love so dearly (although they so widely differ with me in opinion) seems insane. But God is my judge. I love justice, more, than I do a country, that disowns it. More than fame and wealth. More (Heaven pardon me if wrong) more than a happy home. I have never been upon a battlefield, but O my countrymen, could you all but see the reality or effects of this horrid war, or I have seen them (in every State, save Virginia) I know you would think like me. And would pray the Almighty to create in the Northern mind a sense of right and justice (even should it possess no seasoning of Mercy) and that he would dry up this Sea of blood between us, which is daily growing wider.
Alas - poor country, Is She to meet her threatened doom; Four years ago, I would have given a thousand lives, to see her remain, (as I had always known her) powerful and unbroken. And even now I would hold my life as naught, to see her what she was. O my friends if the fearful scenes of the past four years had never been enacted, or if what has been, had been but a frightful dream, from which we could now awake, with overflowing hearts could we bless our God and pray for his continued favor, How, I have loved the old flag can never, now, be known. A few years since and
the entire world could boast of none so pure and spotless. But I have of late been seeing and hearing of the bloody deeds of which she has been made, the emblem, and would shudder to think how changed she had grown. O How I have longed to see her break from the mist of blood and death that circles round her folds, spoiled her beauty and tarnishing her honor. But no, day by day has she been draged [sic] deeper and deeper into cruelty and oppression till now (in my eyes) her once bright red stripes look like bloody gashes on the face of Heaven. I look now upon my early admiration of her glories as a dream. My love, (as things stand to day) is for the South alone. Nor, do I deem it a dishonor, in attempting to make for her a prisoner of this man, to who she owes so much misery. If success attends me, I go penniless to her side. They say she has found that "last ditch" which the North have so long derided and been endeavoring to force her in, forgetting they are our brothers, and that its impolitic to goad an enemy to madness. Should I reach her in safety and find it true, I will proudly beg permission to triumph or die in that same "ditch" by her side, A Confederate At present doing duty upon his own responsibility. [Signed]
J Wilkes Booth
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