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the attitude of northerners towards the south, as if they are fully free from sin, is something i have faced my entire adult life
the first thing a stranger asked me in Boston upon hearing iâm from Georgia was âhave you lynched anybody lately?â
this was meant to be a cute joke
the first thing a stranger asked me in Boston upon hearing iâm from Georgia was âhave you lynched anybody lately?â
this was meant to be a cute joke
the often violent, damning ideas presented by northern/coastal liberals about the south speak more to their core inability to grapple with their own buried shame than it does about the powerfully moving speakers, organizers, activists, and ordinary folks i have met in the south
my best friend in college was from a small town in upstate NY. he had what could only be described as a race fetish & he cosplayed as a blue collar folk singer. his father is paying his student loans
he liked to introduce me at parties as his âracist friend, Peteâ bc iâm from GA
he liked to introduce me at parties as his âracist friend, Peteâ bc iâm from GA
he once told me i should âget a mick jobâ bc i was struggling to pay bills when we lived in Bushwick
this is a guy who had worked 1 (one) job in his entire life bc his parents thought he should try it
he broke off contact when my life savings ran out & i had to move home
this is a guy who had worked 1 (one) job in his entire life bc his parents thought he should try it
he broke off contact when my life savings ran out & i had to move home
i was nothing more than a southerner to this man & he believed in his cold Grinch heart that the sins of my region of birth were baked into my very being
this brutal essentialism prompted no further introspection on his part. it was simply the treatment that southerners deserve
this brutal essentialism prompted no further introspection on his part. it was simply the treatment that southerners deserve
sometimes we would drive around Monroe, NY where he grew up
when we would visit his favorite coffee shop, i never opened my mouth to utter a sour word as we passed the house proudly flying a confederate flag
and why would i? after all, racism doesnât exist in the north
when we would visit his favorite coffee shop, i never opened my mouth to utter a sour word as we passed the house proudly flying a confederate flag
and why would i? after all, racism doesnât exist in the north
