I’m meeting my grandfather for lunch on Friday. It’ll be the first time I’ve seen him in several years. He went all the way down the hate hole. Never heard him cuss but last time we talked he was using the N word.

He’ll be 87 soon. Most likely, I’ll never see him again. He’s going to find out we’re moving out of the south to yankee land.

Fuck it. He’s not the man I knew. He doesn’t have the wisdom I thought he did.

I hate it and it fucks me up. I’ve lost my people to hate and stupid. So fucking stupid. They all want to suck some orange cock. Fucking really? That’s your fucking Messiah? They didn’t actually fucking read the fucking book they claimed they believed in while shoving bullshit down my throat and the throats of any child they could get ahold of.

Fuck em. They could wake the fuck up if they choose to. They could read. They could think. I tried to tell them.

I’m real sad about it. Not a fucking thing I can do about it. They can live inside their lie holes.

Blackberry Winter has skipped two years. There are armadillos, geckos, and fire ants now. Those critters didn’t live here until things changed. The fucking woods smell and sound different now. They could wake the fuck up and quit listening to fox or their preacher but they choose not to.

I tried to tell them and they didn’t listen because they choose to be ignorant.

fuck em

  • Machinist@lemmy.worldOPEnglish
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    4 months ago

    My god, I figure we’re probably on the same side of the fence. You seem like you’re some kind of angry and I don’t know why.

    There’s so much racist freight in the south it ain’t worth talking about. My banjo teacher’s daddy was the grand wizard. Fucking for real, true statement.

    I’m not racist. I’ve made deliberate efforts to include black folks (the primary other in my neck of the woods) in my personal and professional life.

    I shook hands with a man today and told him goodbye. Iranian, he got out when shit went bad with the Shah snd the CIA and such. He owned the gas station down from my old house and expanded. We talked about getting old and staying working otherwise we’ll die. We talked about his grandkids and how I want grandkids. I’m going to miss him a whole lot. He’s a good man.

    I’m a redneck, not a Yankee, and that’s okay. I love my people even if they are sick.