Monthly Archives: July 2010

Not much humor and bound to piss off many….

We recently moved from a small town in Central Florida to better opportunities for our children and for our ourselves. Or what we  perceived as such. You see this will offend many I’m sure, and it is not a bite or a slight to the many, many  people in Georgia we know and love but here goes…

This is the most prejudice, hate filled group of people hiding behind a Christian fish that I have ever seen in my life. I’ve  lived in the Northeast, out West and in the deep South. Oh the South, the land of hospitality and good manners but only on the surface. Behind this facade lies seemingly ingrained thoughts of perceived manliness and attitudes harking back to the Dark Ages.

My middle son is losing new, and a little old (if you count a few months) friends because he refuses to fight another child. This  began because my son stood up for a girl who was being ridiculed. Now this would seem to be the right thing to doespecially in the South – but in his raising we forgot to teach him of the hate and vile children can bring to the table.  We forgot to teach him, as we struggled to pay for a small private Montessori school, even though his parents were non-violent people and he was in a safe environment where words were brought to the table versus fists, that honor in the South still harked backed to the days of The Hatfield vs. McCoys and the North vs. the South. Or maybe I’m to down on the South and need to be down on parents everywhere, parents clueless about Facebook and what it can entail, clueless that as you sit in a church pew your child is figuring out how to taunt another child and clueless overgrown children (fathers) who think their kids are only as good as their fists.

Maybe I am blaming the South unfairly, and maybe I shouldn’t be blaming any region of the country. Maybe I should be looking a lot closer to home, at myself and my husband for not insisting our children play football, not insisting our color is better than anyone else, for not telling them that indeed war is the answer to issues, for not telling them that religion is a good thing — but only if it’s ours. We should also blame ourselves for teaching our children to stick-up for others who are being pushed around, that all life regardless of religion or color or economic standing should be valued. Yes, I guess it is our fault. Hopefully we will learn and do a better job with our daughter.

Our supposed move to a swim-tennis community with manicured lawns harbors behind closed doors a step back in time. The kids will say “Thank you” and “Yes ma’am” but they also think the world begins and ends at University of Georgia. They think everyone in Brazil lives in a hut and the big city of Atlanta has people of another color waiting to rob you blind. These are the “great schools”? Maybe I’ve just simply described Suburbia? The place we all run to thinking it is the best for our children.

I am not saying this doesn’t happen everywhere; I know it does. But then somehow we’ve all screwed up. Badly. And we all will have to live with the consequences our ignorance has wrought. In the meantime if anyone is interested in purchasing two homes in the land of cotton, please feel free to drop me a line.