When I started this blog, I did not know John. But it didn’t take long before almost everyone I talked to asked “You know John Taylor don’t you?”
And I had to admit we had never met. But I became quite familiar with his work out of curiosity more than anything else. And for several months I had one person after another ask me if I knew John.
Finally, I had a chance to meet the guy, the legend, that everyone seemed so determined that we ought to know each other. John was speaking at an event near my home one Saturday morning and I would finally have an opportunity to meet him.
At the end of his speech he opened it up for questions and I asked the first question. John looked at my name tag and said “Are you THE Tom White? The one that writes Virginia Right? Ive been wanting to meet you.”
Wow! That totally blew me away. For a legend like John Taylor to say that to someone as unimportant as me absolutely floored me.
After the meeting, we talked for a good while. John was a deep thinker and a student of history and had a clarity of where we should be as a nation, where we are headed and what we need to do to survive as a nation. He had such a great and brilliant mind.
But something else I found out about John. He had a wonderful sense of humor and never took himself too seriously. He was just a down to earth guy that was put on this earth with a gift to make people understand the nation we were given and why we needed to protect our freedom.
Over the years since we met we often found ourselves at the same events and places. And we always took the time to catch up and chat about the world. And laugh.
I am honored and privileged to have known John Taylor. He was a great man and someone I admired immensely. And I know that, as I attend events where our paths often crossed, there will be one less friend in attendance in body. But not in spirit.
God Speed, John Taylor. This nation is a better place for you having been here. I will miss you, brother! We all will.
This message below was written by John’s son Caleb.
Last night, April 6th, 2016 at 10:08 PM, my father, John Taylor, passed away at Augusta Health in Fishersville, VA. For the last 20 years my Dad has fought for the freedoms that most Virginian’s take for granted. He was the man who stood in the gap against the corporatist excess that is so prevalent from both sides of the aisle in postmodern American politics. Today, my mother, my brothers and I are planning for his memorial in the capital of the state whose history he adored. I have always considered my father to be a “one-off” type of man. He acted within a framework of principle in a time when the word principle was certainly not “trending.” He strictly prescribed to the Enlightenment beliefs of our founders when many disrespect them as “dead white guys,” knowing that without the works of people like Jefferson, Madison, Mason and Washington these same detractors would be under the thumb of a continual set of overseers.
In an age when the ideals of America’s Great Experiment, nursed on the blood of Virginia’s sons, are on the verge of being extinguished, we can nary afford the loss of a single guardian. Nevertheless, our Heavenly Father has seen fit to call his servant home, leaving us with the knowledge that Virginia has lost one of its truest, fiercest and most resolute warriors.
He is survived by his wife, Lynn Taylor; three sons: Caleb, Joshua, and Zachary; and two very sad little granddaughters, Audea and Olivia, who love and miss their “Big Papaw” very much.
It is my solemn contention that the Lord required someone to anchor Heaven’s debate team.
– Caleb Taylor
The Eldest Son
P.S. – Please feel free to let others know. An email regarding the Memorial Service is forthcoming.
Article written by: Tom White