Charlestonian Rebecca Kimmons wrote the following response to a comment from someone going by the name of "Constitution," who in turn responded to an article, "Why Appalachia Counts in 2008," by Newsweek general editor Steve Tuttle in the July 2-14 (Special Summer) issue of Newsweek. http://blog.newsweek.com/blogs/stumper/archive/2008/07/01/tuttle-why-applachia-counts-in-2008.aspx
"Constitution" wrote on 7/03 that "Obama is the candidate for Appalachians, that is if Appalachians don't let their unreasonable fondness for racism get in the way of their vision and judgment."
Kimmons writes:
Yo, Mr./Ms. Constitution, and anyone else inclined to gross generalization: You say Appalachians have an unreasonable fondness for racism? By what authority do you speak? The Daily Show? Careful there; somebody'll come snooping around your family and tell some dirt on you and your kin. You know, about how your poor old cousin, or maybe your dad or your brother, maybe your vice president--I know there's somebody in your closet--who always manages to say the wrong thing. It'll be even worse when CNN comes to put it on national TV for everyone's entertainment. It's probably a waste of time to tell you that the Appalachian people I choose to hang around are some of the most honest, straight-forward, generous and kind folks you'll ever find.
Hmmm. I notice I describe them as honest, straight-forward, generous and kind. No mention of fame, wealth, or power. There's a reason for that. The prevailing values here, at least among my friends and associates, are the ones I have mentioned. That doesn't jive very well with values I see widely advertised.
Mr. Tuttle's article is just great. He knows us well; it's clear that he is one of us. I found myself jumping up and down and cheering, yes, and laughing, as I read his article. I can laugh, since I'm one of those ornery, racist, coal-minin', banjo-pickin', Scots-Irish hillbillies he describes--hah!
Actually, I grew up in West Virginia where my neighbors were first generation Italians, Hungarians, and Poles who were imported to work in the mines, and my grandfather, a descendant of Belgian and German immigrants who came way back around 1800, was a high-tech entrepreneur who brought refrigeration to our little mountain town. He sold refrigerators to blacks and whites, then went to their homes to fix whatever broke down. We smiled and nodded hello to the black folks who walked by our house on the way to their neighborhoods, and they returned the courtesy. My first exposure to great homegrown music was the a cappella singing of black kids who lived across the street from my great aunt in southern West Virginia. I looked forward to hanging out with those kids every chance I got.
My mother raised me in a Presbyterian Church where we learned that God is love and we sang every Sunday "Jesus loves the little children, all the children of the world, red and yellow black and white, they are precious in His sight..." but I had to wait until I was grown to learn about the unique West Virginia banjo-pickin' tradition that is revered throughout the old-time music world. (What's that you say? You don't know about old-time music? Tch, tch. Get hip.)
Here's what may be news to all y'all: I don't care where you live, you'll find racism, hatred, ignorance and cruelty in your town, your state, your nation, maybe even a little smirch in a corner of your own heart. The hypocrisy is laughable when the media comes wagging its finger at Appalachia's awful racism and ignorance. Thank you, Mr. Tuttle, for your wise, wry article. I'm glad for everything you said. I hope Obama and McCain listen, as well as the majority of your media colleagues.
Posted by Rebecca Kimmons 7/06/08
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