gkmo62u said:
We just had this great victory in November, winning both houses back and we jeopardize our ability to rule because some fool from Louisiana is a white supremist?
First of all, Trent Lott is from Mississippi not Louisiana. And don't even go there, we have already had that discussion. I have heard the media discussing Lott's segregationist comments. Tell me one thing that he said (out of context) that is segregationist. Sure, taken in context it was a stupid thing to say and there is no doubt what Strom's views were at the time. However, even the most zealous idealogue has issues and priorities beyond what they are famous or infamous for. I have even heard people try to expand on what Lott said by blanket categorizations of all Republicans or all Southerners being racist. Allow me to share one persons view of the South and where we are now. This just happens to have been written by a good friend of mine in this area. Read and see if there is anything here that you can relate to:
This was written by Robert St. John, executive chef and owner of the Purple Parrot Cafe, Crescent City Grill and Mahogany Bar of Hattiesburg, MS.
Thirty years ago I visited my first cousin in Virginia. While hanging out with his New England raised friend, the discussion turned to popular movies of the day. When I offered my two-cents on the authenticity and social relevance of the movie Billy Jack, one of the boys asked, in all seriousness; "Do you guys actually have movie theaters down there?" To which I replied, "Yep. We wear shoes too."
Just three years ago, my wife and I were attending a food and wine seminar in Aspen, Colo. We were seated with two couples from Las Vegas. One of the Glitter Gulch gals was amused and downright rude when I described our restaurant as a fine-dining restaurant. "Mississippi doesn't have fine-dining restaurants!" she demanded and nudged her companion. I fought back the strong desire to mention that she lived in the land that invented the 99-cent breakfast buffet.
I wanted badly to defend my state and my restaurant with a 15-minute soliloquy and public relations rant that would surely change her mind. It was at that precise moment that I was hit with a blinding jolt of enlightenment, and in a moment of complete and absolute clarity it dawned on me - my South is the best-kept secret in the country. Why would I try to win this woman over? She might move down here, heaven forbid!
I am always amused by Hollywood's interpretation of the South. We are still, on most occasions, depicted as a collective group of sweaty, ignorant, stupid, backwards-minded, inbred,and racist rednecks. The South of movies and TV, the Hollywood South, is not my South.
This is my South:
a. My South is full of honest, hard-working people.
b. My South is colorblind. In my South, we don't put a premium on pigment. No one really cares whether you are black, white, red or green with orange polka dots.
c. My South is the birthplace of blues and jazz, and rock n' roll. It has banjo pickers and fiddle players, but it also has B.B. King, Muddy Waters, the Allman Brothers, Winton and Branford Marsalis, Van Cliburn, Emmylou Harris, and Elvis.
d. My South is hot.
e. My South smells of newly mowed grass and fresh earth.
f. My South was the South of The Partridge Family, Hawaii 5-0 , kick the can, and tackle football.
g. My South was creek swimming, cane-pole fishing and bird hunting.
h. In my South, football is king, and the Southeastern Conference is the kingdom.
i. My South is home to the most beautiful women on the planet.
j. In my South, soul food and country cooking are the same thing.
k. My South is full of fig preserves, cornbread, butter beans, fried chicken, barbeque, ribs, grits, hushpuppies, and catfish.
l. In my South we eat foie gras, caviar, and truffles.
m. In my South, our transistor radios introduced us to the Beatles and the Rolling Stones at the same time they were introduced to the rest of the country.
n. In my South, grandmothers cook a big DINNER every Sunday. Dinner is eaten in the middle of the day and supper is eaten in the evening. Did Jesus and the Disciples have a "Last Dinner"?
o. In my South, family matters, deeply.
p. My South is boiled shrimp, blackberry cobbler, peach ice cream, banana pudding and lemon meringue pies.
q. In my South people put peanuts in bottles of Coca Cola and hot sauce on almost everything.
r. In my South the tea is iced and almost as sweet as the women.
s. My South has air-conditioning.
t. My South is camellias, azaleas, wisteria and hydrangeas.
u. In my South, the only person that has to sit on the back of the bus is the last person that got on the bus.
v. In my South, people still say "yes, ma'am," "no ma'am," "please" and "thank you."
In my South, we all wear shoes....most of the time. My South is the best-kept secret in the country. Please continue to keep the secret....it keeps the bigots and idiots away!
