I know my inner Bubba. You assumed I didn't, which I think might be your problem. I am related to Bubbas. I go to family reunions with them, and when I write about them it's like being in their skin. Understanding them doesn't make me like where they are coming from any better, though, even though I have compassion and affection for them as people.
My Aunt B thinks no teacher should be allowed to teach , unless they are Christian. My Uncle J referred to blacks as "N's" up until his death, and claimed they were all shiftless and lazy. My whole family disowned one member of the family because she got pregnant and refused to marry the father, and decided to drop out of the family church. They didn't speak to her, or see her baby, for 6 years. When she rejoined the church they condescended to see her again- but she regularly has to eat shit about her past decisions.
Yes, they look down on art house movies, they look down on books too- unless the book is the bible. If they were able to do so they would severely limit my life (which I keep secret from them, and thank God they live back East so I can do that), and they would limit everyone else's life too- because they KNOW what is right- and they are perfectly happy to legislate like that. I am a tolerant person, but I do not have to LIKE people whom tolerate, and I do NOT. My family is intolerant in the extreme. People like them may have helped build this country, but it was tolerant free thinkers like our founding fathers that kept Bubba from making this place a hell hole. |
