Gimme Three Steps
That doesn't mean to say, of course, that I think all southerners are toothless, inbred yokels. For the record, I happen to dislike that stereotype almost as much as southerners do. And there are some southerners who I greatly admire. I remember when I worked for NBC during the Olympics, the insults I heard from NBC employees made even me feel the need to defend my home town. And because most of the entertainment in this country comes from either New York or Los Angeles, and is made by people who have never been down here, I can understand the resentment southerners feel towards how they're treated.
But understanding the resentment they feel, in my mind, doesn't justify the phoniness and the hypocrisy that's seemingly built in to the culture, and their unwillingness to recognize that there are other people in the country, and to appreciate the things that northern liberals did for them. Like bringing them electricity. The only way the south's climate is even bearable is because of air conditioning, and if it weren't for the Tennessee Valley Authority and Rural Electrification, I'll wager that many parts of the south would still be without power, and would have less than half the people they have now. That's not the only example, but it's probably the biggest one, and I think you get the picture.
It also doesn't justify the harsher divisions of race and class that we see down here: it's not that racism, sexism, and homophobia doesn't exist in other parts of the country, but nowhere else is it so open as it is down here. Atlanta is the biggest, most important city in the entire region: it's the New York of the south, the city that's too busy to hate. It has the biggest population of any other southern city and some of the biggest corporations in the world, including Coca-Cola, are headquartered here. But its public transportation system (MARTA) is the worst in the country for any city of its size, and the fact that many whites refer to it as "Moving Africans Rapidly Through Atlanta" shows where their sentiments lie. The outer counties refused to participate in MARTA and eventually developed their own public transport, but frankly it all sucks down here if you don't have a car. That's something you should expect when living way out in the boonies, not in a city as large as Atlanta. And again, that's not the only example, but it's a pretty big one.
Digby uses the song Politically Uncorrect by Gretchen Wilson and Merle Haggard to exemplify the sense of exceptionalism and specialness of southern culture:
- I'm for the low man on the totem pole
And I'm for the underdog God bless his soul
And I'm for the guys still pulling third shift
And the single mom raisin' her kids
I'm for the preachers who stay on their knees
And I'm for the sinner who finally believes
And I'm for the farmer with dirt on his hands
And the soldiers who fight for this land
And I'm for the Bible and I'm for the flag
And I'm for the working man, me and ol' hag
I'm just one of many
Who can't get no respect
Politically uncorrect
I guess my opinion is all out of style
Aw, but don't get me started cause I can get riled
And I'll make a fight for the forefathers plan
And the world already knows where I stand
Nothing wrong with the Bible, nothing wrong with the flag
Nothing wrong with the working man me & ol' hag
We're just some of many who can't get no respect
Politically uncorrect
They say they're for the underdog but all I see is them putting more roadblocks in their way: look at how they treated Bob Riley, the conservative Republican governor of Alabama, when he had the nerve to say that maybe the government ought to tax the well off and corporations a little more so as to give "the underdog" a break. The "good people" of Alabama voted his proposal down, even though it would have meant tax cuts for them. It makes me want to start banging my head against the wall. What the hell were they thinking?
They say they're all for the flag and the forefathers plan (again, implying that no one else is), yet they don't seem to understand that you can, in fact, be born in someplace like New York City and still be an American. They love all the symbols of our country, yet they don't seem to understand exactly what this democracy thing is all about. They joined the Union in the first place to take advantage of the opportunities for trade, yet as the years passed and the call to end slavery (which made a mockery of the words all men are created equal) grew, they instigated a fight, threw a hissy fit and tried to secede after Lincoln was elected, fired the first shot and to this day refer to it as The War Of Northern aggression. This despite the fact that Lincoln had no intention of freeing the slaves, and that the argument wasn't even about freeing the slaves in the slave states, but whether slavery would extend to the newer states. And then, a century later, threw another hissy fit when the federal government demanded that black people be given equal access to schools and jobs, and be allowed to vote.
Again, this isn't to say that working people weren't being exploited in other parts of the country, but when push came to shove, the workers of the north pushed back because they wanted a better life for themselves. When disasters like the Triangle Waistshirt fire happened, they made laws to protect workers from exploitation. Even today, there's an indifference to worker safety among many southerners: the recent deaths of mine workers and the popularity of the politicians who want to deregulate because it's "good for business" shows that all that talk about being for the working man is just that, talk.
They say there's nothing wrong with the Bible, but all I see is them using the Bible to justify all the miserable, rottten things they want to do to others. When unions tried to organize down here, it was the churches who fought against them. And for years here I've heard people deride any kind of cooperation among workers, even as businesses cooperated with themselves. They bragged that they lured businesses down here with the promise of lower taxes, wages, and regulations, but now those same companies are packing up and moving to places where there are even lower taxes and wages and a freer hand to do whatever they like. And then they turn around and hand over their money to con artists like Jerry Falwell and Pat Robertson in the naive hope that these two crooks have a say in who goes where in the after-life.
I can go on and on, but again I think you get the picture. Unfortunately, Digby is right: that's their cultural ID, and it's a very, very hard thing to overcome. It's a medieval, agrarian attitude that looks to the past more than it looks to the future, a society whose background tells them that this is the way things are and this is the way things always will be. And as I have always said, if the things they believe and the things they did affected only them, then I'll be more than happy to let them suffer. But they're dragging the rest of us down with them.
There are times when I get fed up with all this idiocy, times when I say, maybe we ought to just take away everything liberalism has done for them. Let's tear up the highways built by liberal policies, let's take away the electricity that liberals fought for southerners to have, let's get rid of all the annoying laws that protect their rights, and finally let's stop subsidizing them, because that's what the industrial north has been doing all these years. Paying more taxes so they can pay less. There's a part of me that would be happy to do that and let the south rot in its own ignorance.
But then I come to my senses and realize how pointless and cruel that would be. I prefer to take the opposite approach: let's fight for southerners to get the money they deserve for their hard work. Let's work to make all their lives better and recognize that their institutions aren't so peculiar and unique as they believe. Workers in Alabama are, after all, no different from the workers in Brazil, or Thailand, or Brooklyn, or Munich. And let's try to get southerners to understand that they have a role to play in their government, that government has a role to play in their lives, and that government doesn't only exist for the sake of a few rich people and corporations. And then lets turn around and do the same thing for working people all over the world, so that businesses won't just hop to whatever country that will guarantee the cheapest labor and the freest hand to do whatever they want.
But of course it's all falling on deaf ears, and I don't know what it will take to make enough of them listen to make a serious change. If I were to choose a song that best exemplifies what I think of the south, it's the song Gimme Three Steps by Lynyrd Skynyrd. For those of you who haven't heard it, that's a song about a guy who's in a bar dancing with some girl he just met, when some other guy comes in with a gun and threatens to shoot him because the girl he's dancing with is "his woman". And the guy begs for his life and asks for "three steps" to give him a chance to leave with his skin.
This song, to me, represents everything I can't stand about this place: the "woman" as property is one thing: since the song doesn't specify what kind of relationship they had, it's impossible to determine what the deal was. Was she his girlfriend, fiance, or wife trying to make her husband jealous, or did he just think she was his? If it was the former, he should be angrier with her than with the stranger (though if it were a guy he knew it would be a different story), if it was the latter he had no right to tell the woman who she could and couldn't dance with. Either way, it's pretty pathetic behavior.
But the real thing that gets me is how cowardly the guy is. OK sure you don't want to do anything stupid and get your head blown off, but Christ don't be such a little whiner. You didn't do anything wrong, you only just met this girl, and in walks this asshole who wants to shoot you. I keep thinking about how someone from Brooklyn would act under that situation and they'd either do something stupid and get shot or they'd play it cool, get out of there, get their own gun and blow the other guy's fucking head off, along with the woman. At least that's how Joe Pesci would probably do it. Since I'm not about to go to a bar in the south and dance with any woman I'll probably never find out how I'd react. But even as much of a chickenshit as I am, I wouldn't act like that wussie.
Yeah yeah I know it's a lot of stuff to say about one song. But it exemplifies the attitude they have towards their whole lives: the guy with the gun is big business and you do what he says because he's got the gun. It doesn't matter who's right or wrong, and the idea of fighting back doesn't even come into their minds, you just sit back and take it. Frankly, I'd rather get my head blown off, at least the end would come quickly.
I've been living down here long enough to get sick of the whole pissant attitude I see down here. There's no decent work (and in fact two major auto factories that provided good jobs for thousands of people are folding shop and moving to Mexico, which will make the job search even harder), and the people down here are too busy living in the past to even think about where they'll be in the future. I've had enough. It's time I took my three steps and got the hell out of here. One month to go!























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