It’s when I left the south that I realized how naïve people are about it, sometimes exposing in themselves their own prejudices. It’s not uncommon for someone to make the following comments after I tell them where I am from: “I bet you are really glad you got out of there”, or “what the hell is wrong with everybody down there?” – this is usually in reference to some crazy politician. Just remember San Francisco, South Carolina may have Nikki Haley, but we have Leeland Yee. I even had a well-educated Californian ask me how it is that I got into Yale being from there.
(An aside: I just attended my nieces high school graduation - the same high school I graduated from. Her senior class of barely 200 students has over $9.8 million in college scholarships.)
At any rate, I just spent a week back home and it has prompted me to set a few things straight. I live in California and I love it, but I also love the south. I am not naïve about its history, nor am I naïve about the fact that some people in the south still need to get their heads out of their collective asses, but it is a beautiful place, with great people and amazing traditions.
Here are just a few things that I love. . .
That’s all for now.
Oh, and "It's great to be a Gator Hater"
I am a musician, teacher, non-profit program director, transplanted southerner, cancer survivor and college football fan. And will probably write about all of it.