On Saturday afternoon, Jan. 11, my babies would come to my door and, after prayer, the question would be asked of me..... “Mr. H.K.: There are many who now say that President Joe Biden is the worst president ever of the United States — what say you? 

“No, he is not the worst, in my opinion,” would be my answer.

I would recount my first time being in the presence of then-Vice President Joe Biden in his hometown of Georgetown, Delaware, where the Delaware Grays Camp 2068 Sons of Confederate Veterans would sponsor me to lead their Honor Guard in the Annual Sussex County Return Day Parade. 

(And, for the record, I might add just as I had done in the Christmas Day Parade in Zephry Hills, Florida, I would be deemed by the “fact-checkers” of Facebook to be a dangerous person representing dangerous organizations.)

Lo and behold, as we were announced as we approached the viewing stand, then-Vice President Joe Biden would stand, come to attention and popped a hand salute to which, on command, we would return. 

The crowd began chanting “‘I Am Their Flag,’ H.K.!“ I would hold the parade up for almost 10 minutes as I recited the poem (“I Am Their Flag”) by the Honorable Dr. Michael Bradley, the past commander of the Tennessee Division of the Sons of Confederate Veterans.

The second time I was in the presence of then-Vice President Biden would be in my hometown of Asheville, as I stood wearing the uniform of the Southern soldier with the Southern Cross in hand in the middle of the overpass of Interstate 240, where then-Vice President Biden’s motorcade was scheduled to pass. 

There I stood in the middle of contigents of the Secret Services, Asheville police, State Police, sheriff’s deputies, CIA, FBI and just about every law enforcement organization one could name, getting a “look” from them and finger-pointing that was worth at least a million dollars. 

One very nice Asheville policeman would come to where I stood, and he said “Mr. Edgerton, we are not asking you to leave. However, it’s for your protection because we don’t want you to get shot,” he said, jokingly. “Could you please not stand in the middle of the bridge? But, you can stand anywhere over there,” he said pointing to the right of the center of the bridge. 

I would climb up on a section of the guardrail. Shortly thereafter, it would become very serene, as no more cars were passing on the highway.

Below, slowly, the vice president’s motorcade was making its way towards the overpass. When the vice president’s limousine came near, he would open the back window, lean out and popped a hand salute and waved. The same warm feeling that I experienced in his hometown for him would return once again. Not long afterward, his son would pass. I would ask the national commander in chief of the Sons of Confederate Veterans for permission to post and fly the Southern Cross at half mast. 

As we fast-forward to now-President (until Jan. 20) Joe Biden, I was truly disappointed that, as the now-commander-in-chief, he did not follow President Trump’s lead in vetoeing the illegal action of U.S. Sen. Elizabeth Warren’s rant of a bill of attainder to justify her and her so-called Renaming Commission actions against the people of the South and eventually the removal of the Reconciliation Memorial cenotaph in Arlington (Va.) National Cemetery, an entity that former President Barack Obama — and a large contingent of presidents in the past — would lay wreaths on Memorial Day events. 

The next question would come... “Mr. H.K., who then would you consider to be the worst United States president?”

I told them that I would  choose the man who, when asked by the Northern press: “When was he going to free his slaves as he prepared to enter the White House?” replied that “good help was hard to find.”

The same man who issued General Order 11 and, at his command, his troops at Holly Springs, Miss., rounded up Jews and forced them to leave the city on foot. 

He was the same man who starved the Southern people at Vicksburg, Miss. 

The same man who told his supporters when he tried to seek a third term for the presidency that he was sure he could win because he could get the (N-word) vote because you could tell them anything and they would believe it — and, if they didn’t, all you had to do was to hold a gun to their heads. 

I speak of the corrupt, alcoholic Ulysses S. Grant as my choice as the worst United States president.... God bless you!