architecad said:
You're right but the only problem is they live in theirs own world not accepting the reality there is more ethnic group around the world including EU. Most of them or many of them don't get along with other than white and or redneck.Other than that little issue they're a great people!!
I suppose we do seem that way to people who haven't taken the time to find out what we're really like.
I don't believe I have known half a dozen real bigots in my life— and admittedly that's several dozen too many— but I have had the misfortune of meeting a great many folks from other places who seem to assume that racism and ethnocentricity are inbred Southern traits. I'm sorry that they have such misconceptions, but they've convinced me that no amount of honesty and sincerity will persuade them otherwise.
Anyone who cares to characterize me as a redneck is welcome to do so. I'm not in the least ashamed to admit that I'm descended from dirt-poor mountaineers and river bottom sharecroppers. For over 40 years I've earned my living by writing and speaking standard formal English, but I'm equally comfortable with the kind of "redneck rhetoric" you might hear down at the feed store or in a deer hunting camp. If that proves that I'm somehow subhuman or socially defective, I guess I can shoulder the shame.
We do realize that there's a wider world out there, where folks have different accents (and manners). We also know that not everyone shares or approves of our unassuming lifestyle, old-fashioned values, and uncompromising Southern pride. If they want to visit us, we'll do our best to make them welcome. If they want to move in next door, we'll go out of our way to be neighborly. But if they want to change us into something we're not, or accuse of being something we're not— well, yes, we can be downright hard to get along with when "better" people take it upon themselves to judge us or improve us.
Deliverance was just a movie— and please, it's not
you-all... it's
y'all.
— • —
“The South is a land that has known sorrows;
it is a land that has broken the ashen crust and
moistened it with tears; a land scarred and riven
by the plowshare of war and billowed with the
graves of her dead; but a land of legend,
a land of song, a land of hallowed and heroic
memories.
“To that land every drop of my blood, every
fiber of my being, every pulsation of my heart,
is consecrated forever. I was born of her womb;
I was nurtured at her breast; and when my last
hour shall come, I pray God that I may be
pillowed upon her bosom and rocked to sleep
within her tender and encircling arms.”
— Edward Carmack, United States House of Representatives (TN, 1858-1908)
well done
