True Southerners World Views
What is a True Southerner?
When one has been born and raised in the South one's World View is indelibly colored by that unique experience. Period! This is the case, whether you want it to be case or not, whether you believe this to be the case or not. It's simply a reality of Life.
Who are Southerners and what is it like to live amongst them?
Most Southerners are just people, just like everybody else.
Having been born and raised in the rural South, among Southerners, gives me a great perspective on Southern Life and who the people in the South are. Most of the time, and all things being considered, people are just people. Of course, there are exceptions to the rules, as in all situations.
However, reasonable thinking people know that it is wrong to categorize a major population of people, as good or bad, because of the geographical region, or location, in which they were born and raised.
Allow me, please, to write for a moment on the nearest park, to my home on the farm, that I use to go to, to play as a child. It was a rather hostile, rocky, and possibly dangerous location for a child to play in. But it was all that I had. The park is owned by, and cared for by, the Sons of Confederate Veterans.
I would play in the park, away from the relative safety of the farm, because this park was the nearest park and walking distance, 1.5 miles from the from. As visitors would come to see the sites (the cast-iron Battle of Franklin map) and the "look-out" from which General Hood viewed the battle as if unfolded before his eyes, I would get a chance to know these people. The so-called, "die-hard Southerners," whose relatives, many of them, having died in this historical Civil War battle where thousands of men were killed, I found to be, just men and women, like everybody else.
Children, I suppose, do not see the big picture, the politics, the bitterness (the hate, if you will), that affect the souls of so many people who live in the South who feel that they do not have control of their lives and lands. My mother and father had land and a house where we lived, peacefully, as far as I understood the situation. Maybe it was not as good as I thought it was. But our place was a home and we had food to eat, water to drink and we worked the farm.
I am saying in this discourse that, as a child growing up on the farm, the people that I lived in the ecosystem with, the place that home for me, were Southerners that presented no real threat to me at the time. But life had its moments, even doing those times. I will write more about "Living in the South" in later discourses. I have had very little sleep so I must stop here. Best regards.