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Southern Heritage
I am a Southerner.
I love Sweet Tea, Fried Chicken, Rasslin (also known as Wrestling),
Coca-Cola, Magnolia Trees, and open spaces.
I used to catch fireflies and make lanterns with them. I have “Tubed the Hooch.” I have loved and
hated the Braves, despised the Dawgs, and cheered the Ramblin Wreck from
Georgia Tech. I love how you can go from
the city to the country in less than an hour.
Southern Born and Southern Bred.
This is my heritage.
I have also
listened to my parents talk about whether the daycare that I attended in
Kindergarten separated children by race (1970- Peter Piper Nursery at the
corner of Enon Rd and Cambellton Rd). I
have traveled to Orlando with my parents on a vacation to Disney World. And while out with my mother one night and
being confused about the directions to take, hearing a Southern White Female
yell out while driving by at the traffic light “Red Nigger, Red!” I entered high school as a 2-year Tuba
Player. Seated next to a White Freshman
who liked to converse with me. Sharing things like “You Dumb Nigger.” Until I
threatened him with bodily harm in Un-Christian terms. I listened to one of my High School teachers
suggest that things would have been better during the Civil Rights movement if
Martin Luther King, Jr had not spoken out because violence surrounded him
everywhere he went.
In the summer of 1981 I was picked up by the Roswell
Roadrunner Baseball Team to play in the District Tournament. The District games took place in Cumming, Ga
in Forsyth County. My parents joked with each other a few times “we need to
make sure we are out of here before dark.” I didn’t know the history at that
time of White Residents of Forsyth County forcing out almost all Black
Residents in the early 1900s. It was ironic then that in 2010 while attending a
Church Planter’s Conference at Mountain Lake Church in Cumming, Ga that I was
singled out and asked to show my credentials by a White female greeter while
other people were allowed to roam freely. Considering that this church was
situated in the northern suburbs with no access to public transportation, it is
safe to say that you were only at the conference if you WANTED to be there i.e.
no stragglers. It was a cold day so I along with other people had my jacket
on. However, as I observed afterwards,
she asked no other attendee while I was in the vicinity for their
credentials. If you did not know, the
Church Planting world is predominately white and male dominated. I emailed the pastor of the church about the
incident and received no response.
I am also reminded of my days working for UPS as a
Part-Time Supervisor in Atlanta. My area manager was a smooth talking Southern
Gentleman. A “boys will be boys” kind of guy.
One day out of frustration with another member of management he said in
my presence and that of a few other supervisors “That D—n Nigger.” I was
furious. I spoke to him a few days later
and said to him “you need to keep your convictions to yourself.” He later spoke
to me and said our conversation really bothered him and he apologized. And then
he proceeded to justify himself.
This
is my Southern Heritage as well.
All of this is significant because as an
African-American in this country, we know that there is a dark history and
heritage in the South, concerning slavery, discrimination, and yes, The
Confederacy. To applaud and highlight those who in the past owned slaves,
fought to preserve slavery, and possibly murdered Black People is insane. So I
can find points of agreement on some things. But I will never be ok with
honoring Plantations, The Confederate Flag (the battle flag), and those that
fought to preserve that “way of life.”
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