I’m a middle aged white guy. It’s really not that bad.
Me too!
The look of betrayal when they figure out I am in fact mocking them is hilarious.
That’s what attracts me about the idea, but I know I steer the other way as soon as I see a red hat these days. I would never be able to stop wondering about the conversations I wasn’t having with people.
Those conversations are wild. I’m a middle age, bearded, tall, chubby white guy that lives in a smaller pnw town and often get blasted in the face with some of the most vial hate speech in passing interactions with these people. It wasn’t like this 10 years ago. When we first moved here I was shocked at the shit these guys would openly say to a random stranger. Generally all it takes is a “wrong team bro” for them to get the hint thankfully.
You shouldn’t have hate in your heart anyways, but ignorance is endemic in rural areas. Just keep that shit in the barn and trailer park, Carl.
Its really sad because rural America is a beautiful place where you can still find tight knit community, find ways to be self sufficient to work on your own land. But I’m not white and worry about running into the wrong crowd…
Absolutely. I grew up in pretty pale places and used to be amazed at how welcoming everyone was and how easy it was to find folk to associate with. Fishing, hunting, camping, all that traditional rural stuff.
After graduating and getting out of the area and seeing some of the world, the veil was been lifted. Those people (as a real broad generalization) were polite and welcoming because I had the right lack of melanin. Now, it’s far from the truth all over the States, but the past decade has really radicalized people who used to be on a path to being better.
I see it in the generation before us. There’s so much vocalized hate I can’t fathom what happened. Family members that coached sports teams that were diverse (for where we lived) are now outright spewing racist rhetoric without a hint of self awareness. It’s like watching a people turn evil in a horror novel. I’ve dropped contact with a vast majority of my family because it’s exhausting being quote “the liberal in the room” and dealing with the constant shit they spew.
The lines are so clearly defined it doesn’t matter that I helped raise their kids. That we used to ride dirt bikes out in the woods. That I remember their first love and first heartbreak. That I remember sitting on the porch sharing a bottle while we celebrated your first grandchild being born. Or mourned over another bottle as we regaled each other with memories of how amazing your mom was when she’d let us stay up all night camped out in your backyard.
Its all been washed away in a tide of nationalism and unchecked ignorance. I miss my family, but I miss hope in humanity even more. Some day we might bite the hand that bleeds us and take arms against the few that rule the many, but it won’t be in a world where social media and propaganda news networks exist.
Until then, I mourn my loved ones every day. Whether I lost them to cancer or fox news or the hopelessness of abject poverty. There’s a small part of me that will always be open to letting them back in, but it will never be unconditionally again.
Me too!
That’s what attracts me about the idea, but I know I steer the other way as soon as I see a red hat these days. I would never be able to stop wondering about the conversations I wasn’t having with people.
Those conversations are wild. I’m a middle age, bearded, tall, chubby white guy that lives in a smaller pnw town and often get blasted in the face with some of the most vial hate speech in passing interactions with these people. It wasn’t like this 10 years ago. When we first moved here I was shocked at the shit these guys would openly say to a random stranger. Generally all it takes is a “wrong team bro” for them to get the hint thankfully.
You shouldn’t have hate in your heart anyways, but ignorance is endemic in rural areas. Just keep that shit in the barn and trailer park, Carl.
Its really sad because rural America is a beautiful place where you can still find tight knit community, find ways to be self sufficient to work on your own land. But I’m not white and worry about running into the wrong crowd…
Absolutely. I grew up in pretty pale places and used to be amazed at how welcoming everyone was and how easy it was to find folk to associate with. Fishing, hunting, camping, all that traditional rural stuff.
After graduating and getting out of the area and seeing some of the world, the veil was been lifted. Those people (as a real broad generalization) were polite and welcoming because I had the right lack of melanin. Now, it’s far from the truth all over the States, but the past decade has really radicalized people who used to be on a path to being better.
I see it in the generation before us. There’s so much vocalized hate I can’t fathom what happened. Family members that coached sports teams that were diverse (for where we lived) are now outright spewing racist rhetoric without a hint of self awareness. It’s like watching a people turn evil in a horror novel. I’ve dropped contact with a vast majority of my family because it’s exhausting being quote “the liberal in the room” and dealing with the constant shit they spew.
The lines are so clearly defined it doesn’t matter that I helped raise their kids. That we used to ride dirt bikes out in the woods. That I remember their first love and first heartbreak. That I remember sitting on the porch sharing a bottle while we celebrated your first grandchild being born. Or mourned over another bottle as we regaled each other with memories of how amazing your mom was when she’d let us stay up all night camped out in your backyard.
Its all been washed away in a tide of nationalism and unchecked ignorance. I miss my family, but I miss hope in humanity even more. Some day we might bite the hand that bleeds us and take arms against the few that rule the many, but it won’t be in a world where social media and propaganda news networks exist.
Until then, I mourn my loved ones every day. Whether I lost them to cancer or fox news or the hopelessness of abject poverty. There’s a small part of me that will always be open to letting them back in, but it will never be unconditionally again.