Of things that make up the stereotypical Southern Man, we have JEB Stewart. He was a dashing, talented, skilled, rootin' tootin,' rip roaring, and a bit a jokster. His clever command of the Southern Calvary was a severe annoyance to Union forces. No doubt if you were a solider under his command, you would have loved this man and be willing to take a bullet for him—he was the Han Solo of the Confederacy.
Funny thing is JEB Stewart is the spittin' image of Jim Henson. Maybe Jim Henson was the reincarnation of JEB Steward? When you superimpose Kermit on JEB Stewart, it becomes more than obvious.
Easy it is, to pass judgement on persons of the pass, on ghosts who can not defend their actions. And harder it is to imagine what it must have been like to have been born as another ethnicity from the past.
Try imagining being born as white southern slaveholder or as black woman in bondage or as a Native American fighting for the North? Can you imagine? Certainly they offer of two different points of view. Likewise the attachment of things of what one knows is a common theme across the ages.
Given, enough time these persons of the past accrue and certain glory and deserve a proper respect.