The Barbarians from the Northlands are back, and this time they are telling us we must not remember our dead - because it is wrong, because slavery. Men and boys from all over the South went to war. They did it for the usual confusion of reasons: everyone else was going, they were drafted or about to be, chicks dig uniforms, get away from home, the pay sounded good, etc, etc. Many never came back, they died in faraway places, covered with dirt in shallow pits. For so many, that stone marker on the courthouse lawn is all they ever got or ever will get. For all of them, for whatever reason, they answered the call of duty that came from neighbors and homeland. And for this they deserve some modicum of respect. They are long dead, let them be and grant them the amnesty of the grave. If you want to piss on graves, do it at home.
Go to Gettysburg and look at the monuments. There are hundreds. The northern ones are mostly from shortly after the war. The fewer southern ones are clustered around a few dates. The large (and grotesque) monument at the foot of Pickett's Charge "From Virginia to Her Sons" is dated 1917. The Yankees wanted war and needed southern blood, so suddenly it was fine that Virginia should honor her dead.
Or watch the 1939 blockbuster Sergeant York, another stirring blood-drive aimed directly at the south. The hell with you people who want us to fight for you and then despise us for your need. We are civilized people, we will remember those who answered.