It can not be understated. From “The Excitement” of December 5th, 1850 until now, this Town of Dover has lived and survived, even flourished, under a very evil cloud.
The mass killings and beheadings of the 9 slaves from the surrounding Iron Furnaces was only a foretelling of hardships to come for this Town built overlooking 500 years of sacred Indian Burial Grounds.
Two Battles fought here during the Civil War and its Union occupation would severely impact the Town. It’s landscapes out of the 19th and into the 20th Century would be forever altered as the cannon shook the final resting places of 25 generations of Indian Chiefs and legends.
Relative peace would follow at home as World Wars and ”poor country living” or, what we were used to in Potneck, went world-wide. People were just surviving to get by. There was no grift or, not much of it.
There was no time for grift. Immediately after the Civil War our old Colonel, Nathan Brandon, went to the State Senate and the State House and, while there, helped to frame Tennessee’s State Constitution. Stewart County retooled and Dover hopped on board for the ride.
Over time the moonshine went mainstream and as the bad karma filtered back in everybody from Jesse James, Bonnie and Clyde, and Al Capone had been down through some part of LBL or the back woods of this peninsula that we all call home. This land that is triple sided by water is land we recent natives immediately identify as the “happy hunting grounds” of mythical Native American lore. John F. Kennedy flew over it in 1962 and christened it the “Land Between the Lakes”, a Federal entity.
Even the folks that had escaped and moved away from the bad karma of Dover were forced back into the cloud as they were ordered to sell their homes located in the relaxing peace of independent country living and return to the taxation and the legal oppression of the Town.
There once was a Town Mayor who stood up against the bad karma in this Town but the tentacles of bad karma are long and far reaching and simple shining knights on white stallions are no match for the evil that people let go.
The people shrugged. They didn’t know it was bad karma that was killing their chosen white knights. They just thought it was their destiny to die in the fight against a cloud of evil that never goes away.
So, here we are today. All of us, survivors, living in the 21st Century in our Town with bad karma. We display quilts everywhere on our buildings that pretend we are a Town that was a route on the ”Southern Railroad”, a route to FREEDOM for the slaves. I can PROMISE you, Dear Reader, that is ABSOLUTELY TRUE! But it was not because the “officials” of the bad karma Town were promoting it, it was because your and my ancestors were providing it, IN SECRET! Our neighbors were helping the Slaves escape because the Town of Dover was hanging them and beheading them by torch light in the Town Square, by decree!
Don’t always trust your leaders, folks. They’ll build prison complexes on your Town Square and seek money’s from the misery of all others to propel themselves forward. That money will also come from your misery. They’ll chalk it all up to the progress of man.
This Town has a bad karma.
Two young girls were brutally killed 34 years ago and Law Enforcement today can’t tell the difference between the good guys and the bad guys. How many truths have to fly up and hit you in the face before you begin to “wake up”?
The Investigative Team of Jack Charlton and David Hicks claimed, and Agents today still claim, that there are “33 Suspects” being investigated.
“Suspect”, suspected; open to or under suspicion, person with motive, opportunity to commit a crime.
PNN asks, Did 33 people want to kill those two girls like the Hicks’ Investigative Team leads us to believe?
If so, that’s a lot of bad karma.
Received from a friend on FB today:
Robin, You could never know how mean SC was back in the 1940′s. I remember in ’40 or ’41 I lived with my Aunt, just her and me. One night 4 or 5 drunk men came up in an old car to our house. They came up on the porch trying to get in the window but I pulled the prop out from under it and the window fell. I got her by the hand and led her out into the dark. With no light I had to remember where the fence was. We went under them [fencing]. I was barefooted and a saw vine cut my feet. We went to a house across the field. I always thought they would have killed us after they did what they came for. Drafted in the Army in 1950 and NEVER went back to live. (Name withheld by request).
In my historical adaptation of “The Excitement” I call this town, Dover, a town full of “mean eyes”.