Clyde Wilson’s View in the April issue (“Society Precedes Government: Two Counterrevolutions”) was excellent.  A New England “Yankee” (my great-grandfather was captured and put in Libby Prison during the war) and a Bunyanesque Calvinist at that (I might as well completely alienate myself from your editorial staff while I’m at it), I attended school in South Carolina back in the 60’s and hated every second of it.  I’ve since learned by reading A Constitutional History of Secession (John Remington Graham), various revisionist writings on Lincoln, Chronicles articles by Wilson et al., and being exposed to other influences what a debt America owes to the South in general, and South Carolina in particular.  I have gained a new respect for Southern culture.  (I could never live there because it’s too hot.)  At the same time, duly influenced by R.J. Rushdoony’s earlier writings concerning the vital part ministers of New England Calvinist churches played in keeping the Revolutionary spirit alive there, I am proud of that heritage.

Scott P. Richert’s work in the March issue on the functional equivalence of Islam and progressivism based on The Flying Inn did the world a service (“Clash of the Iconoclasts,” Views).  Chesterton’s penetrating insights and the sense of adventure with which his writings are infused are sorely needed.

Thank you for your work in an ever-darkening world.

        —Lee Sheldon
via email

Clyde Wilson’s “Society Precedes Government” is a wonderful summation of the deft, delicate, and truly patriotic way of thinking about our nation and its future.  Jefferson regards the confederations of his time as sacraments to care for in holy ways.  “The future inhabitants of the Atlantic and Mississippi States will be our sons . . . ”  I detect in this entire quotation a genuine filial affection and a pure dedication to bringing about what has been entrusted to us in a semiholy way.  Contrasts with today are self-evident.

Throughout the article I pictured Hillary Clinton reading it.  No room for this article in her inn.

        —Ronald Haak
Cork, Ireland