by Pilgrim's Pride | June 28th, 2012
Celebrations and remembrances have begun in earnest, here on the Philadelphia Main Line. Because so much history was made between here and Philadelphia, the townships and boroughs are forced to stagger their official observances simply to ration the available supply of marching bands, fireworks companies, WWII veterans, and enthusiastic Americans to watch them.
In my little corner of Colonial America, the ground lays such that our fireworks display thundered and reverberated enough to thump our chests with each report, frightening some of the little ones in attendance. Is it so hard to imagine the men who witnessed the first American pyrotechnics, the soldiers of the Continental Army, were any less frightened?
The Paoli Massacre was inflicted on the evening and night of 20th September, 1777. General “Mad” Anthony Wayne and his force were encamped in a field not far from here, thinking it safe to rest after heavy action, but they had been betrayed by Loyalists to the local detachment of the Royal Army.
More than fifty Americans were murdered in their sleep or otherwise unawares at the order of General Grey. Some were tortured to reveal intelligence.
At the risk of oversimplifying, these murdered Patriots were offered their lives if only they would swear allegiance to their king — something no American had been demanded in more than 200 years of colonial life.
And they were murdered.
Many spoke words once uttered by our Lord Jesus Christ as they lay dying in a pool of their own blood.
Today, more than fifty of their earthly remains rest behind a stone fence in present-day Malvern, on land once a farm field later a Roman Catholic boy’s school, since donated to an historical society to perpetuate the memory of their heroism and Godly resolution. The bodies of many were never identified having been buried in expedient graves.
(The society is struggling to keep its mission, a sign of our deteriorating secular situation. Please visit them and consider a small donation http://www.ushistory.org/paoli/index.htm.)
How will their immortal souls judge us living today, who fail to give even lip service against a tyranny so complete it dares dictate the content of our character? (Please forgive the vulgar allusion.)
Reading the names of our present tyrants, many clothed in the same black robes worn by Patriot ministers of God, are the obvious offspring of immigrants, the famous and celebrated “Huddled Masses and Wretched Refuse” that came to our country seeking succor and mercy a mere century ago — long after America was an established and prosperous country, made from the blood and bodies of countless generations.
Yet today we see our fathers’ compassion and benevolence repaid with treason and enslavement in a way George William Frederick Hanover did not dare. Perhaps, to our new Royal Masters, America was always about profit – thirty pieces of silver if you will – and the power it brings over men, never holy Liberty.
Surely they have their reward and may God Almighty have mercy on their souls.
Presented to you this 4th day of July, in the Year of Our Lord 2012, I remain sincerely yours,
The Pilgrim’s Pride