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Related: Editorials & Other Articles, Issue Forums, Alliance Forums, Region ForumsA small anecdote from my last visit to Tennessee.
Just one of the many experiences that I had while visiting Tennessee, the place my birth. Happened about four months ago:
I stopped on my way to a shopping mall to eat a Sandwich at a Subway restaurant. Inside there were two homeless veterans sitting at a booth. One of them, a guy with long hair and sunglasses, was sporting a rebel flag on his shirt. The only employee working there was an African American lady who didn't seem to mind them being there. The next customer who walked in was a lady who drove a SUV whom I would have profiled as Republican from appearance. She bought a sandwich for herself and ordered meals for the guys sitting there. The guys were talking about how they couldn't afford a hotel so I decided it would be a good idea to give them some cash. Afterwards I asked the employee for directions. She offered to call her boyfriend to give me a ride in case I didn't have a car. We had a short conversation. She mentioned that those guys always come in that restaurant and that she is glad that they are there and feels safe when they are around.
So yeah, some things in the south are complicated. Or maybe not so complicated after all.
mercuryblues
(14,537 posts)when you are homeless, you don't have a choice in the clothing you wear.
DawgHouse
(4,019 posts)You said from her appearance, but what exactly?
Anyway, the last time I headed north from Orlando to visit home (Arkansas), I had the pleasure of stopping at a small town in NW Alabama for the night. My ancestors are from this town (seriously, I have long dead relatives buried nearby) so my son and I decided to spend the night. We found a hotel but something was weird about the friendliness of the people who worked there. They were polite but it seemed unnatural or forced.
We had dinner at a local fish place. There were black and white people there but strangely, the white people seemed to be on one side of the room while the black families congregated on the other side of the dining area.
The next morning, we stopped for gas and coffee at a local store. I made a quick stop in the ladies room and saw that someone had written on the wall in permanent marker "Save America. Join the KKK today!". I remarked on it when I went to the register but the lady at the register just shrugged. It just seemed to be a natural way of life for that town, everyone separate.
I wish I were more eloquent in explaining how I felt, the weird vibe I had in the town. We couldn't get out of there fast enough. I don't know what they thought of us white Floridians, with our Obama/Biden bumper stickers.
Now, when we drive home to Arkansas, we remark on the town as we blow through it. Not interested in stopping there again, not even for the best damn peaches in the world.
redgreenandblue
(2,088 posts)Upper middle class looking (jewels etc.), driving a SUV.
Could be completely off base. The truth is, I know nothing of this lady.
Thanks for sharing your experience.
DawgHouse
(4,019 posts)Sometimes your gut it right, though.
JI7
(89,259 posts)and facing other bigotry. just being she didn't show it on her face doesn't mean she wasn't bothered by it.
assuming that woman in the SUV was a republican is odd also.