Anyway, my last post talked about stalemated wars.
As I mentioned, I've been listening to Ice T's "Colors", imagining Crips and Bloods trying like beasts to get at each other, grasping through prison bars.
That's what our country's come to. I live in the East Village of New York City. Everyone around me is liberal, and we demonize the people living in the South. To us, the other side is completely alien: we don't know anyone with views different than our own. The situation in the South is the same, and they can only abhore us. When all whom we love share our views, how can we empathize with those who don't?
I don't know the answer to that. Honestly, I can't say I feel much sympathy for the Deep South's culture.
Jennifer and I spent our honeymoon in Charleston, South Carolina. We kept hearing about the tragic siege of the city, which left it all busted. As I half seriously said to Jennifer, "The South told the North to bring it on. Consider it brought". Who the hell are they to complain? We didn't choose that war.
And now we're back to the same sides: North vs South, Prejudice vs Cosmopolitanism. Didn't we win that war? How did they end up running the country?
Part of me wants to resist seeing this fight in terms of regionalism, but the other part of me says it's time for the North* to make its move; time to take back control.
*North should be taken to actually mean the Northeast, well, except for the parts that are actually West, like California (my homestate!), and South (West Palm Beach County), oh, and the area once called the Northwest but now called the Midwest or Great Lakes region. Like I said, "the North".
Adam