5 Feet of Fury

Jim Goad: When Ducks Cry

This latest bloody clash in the national Kulturkampf pits dick-hunters versus duck-hunters. (…)

Although the Southern Poverty Law Center’s Morris Dees emerged from his gold-encrusted turtle shell long enough to link Robertson’s comments to Holocaust denial, Phil’s comments reminded me of what a friend from North Carolina once told me about his family. He said his folks had lived for generations as sharecroppers in a shack on a farm alongside black families, and everyone got along swimmingly until meddlesome Yankee activists stuck their beaks south of the Mason-Dixon Line in the 1950s and 1960s to begin sowing dissent.

As a Philly-born expatriate Yankee who’s lived in all four corners of the USA and in Georgia for the past seven years, I’ve seen blacks and whites get along with far greater ease down South than anywhere else in the country—far more so than in Philadelphia, which is a de facto apartheid state simmering with self-segregated hostility.

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He’s from Anniston, Alabama, and he grew up during really bad racial strife.  He came from a pretty poor background.  And he grew up angry.  He grew up being told that he was only three-fifths of a person, that he couldn’t eat or drink with the white people and so forth.  It was that bad in this little town where he grew up.  And I don’t know if he would want me to say this, but one of the reasons that football was attractive to him was it was a legal way to hit white people.