The South, Christians, and What I Saw

It’s great to be back in the area vaguely known down there as “the North” and it’s even better to be back in the area I call “the City.”    If you didn’t read my last post,  I just spent a long weekend in rural Mississippi.

To their credit, the South is certainly an extremely sociable region.  I never met somebody who wasn’t willing to say “hi” at the airport or in the parking lot of the fast food restaurant (the hotel was really the only other place I interacted with strangers at).   Everybody in the South is really nice, so I apologize if I’m offending anybody.

On the other hand, it’s hard to fit in to.  I feel like the city I live in has something for everybody, even the most convicted conservative Christians.  Although conservative Christians would have no problem living down there, I would: as the northern city and the rural  south are polar opposites.

For starters, there is little diversity down there: the only place I saw more than a few minorities was the airport.   Then you need to add the fact that it’s a rural area, with less walking, more driving, and fewer opportunities to see the world.  As well as the greater carbon footprint I’m sure they have.  We once got in a car and drove what felt like less than a block-I could of walked it in ten minutes.

Speaking of walking, life is slower in the South.   I swear, I was the fastest walker at the airport, which was the only place I had to walk.   And nobody seemed to know how you walk on an escalator.   They all just stood there on a packed escalator not going anywhere.   When I got back and tried to walk on the escalator, they let me pass.  Not here.

But the most shocking part was this: secularism is foreign down there.

Where I’m from, religion rarely leaves church.  Down where I was, religion never stays at church.

Where I live, nobody thanks God when speaking in public (Meaning in front of strangers).  This weekend, I heard that multiple times.  I wasn’t offended by it, but I have several friends who I am sure would be very offended by it.

And on bank signs, in addition to the time and the temperature, the projected Bible verses.  Yes.  At a bank.

Suddenly, I know how people can listen to  and accept Rush Limbaugh.  It’s because they grow up and spend their entire lives, in that sort of place, where they spend their whole lives with one sub-set of people.  There is nothing there to put a check: to stop and say “wait, are you sure that’s true?”

That is their fatal flaw.  I’m not moving, thanks very much.

 

Goin’ to the South

I’m going to Mississippi this weekend, which means I’ won’t be blogging or tweeting. It also means……

Well, it’s Mississippi.  It speaks for itself.

A couple weeks ago, I made this version of a sign that I saw on The Daily Show:

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My apologies to Florida, but that probably is not the most accurate statement.  I introduce the rival, Mississippi, with negative statistic after negative statistic (source):

  • 6th in firearm death rate per 1,000
  • 1st in lynchings per capita between 1882 and 1968
  • 2nd in prisoners per capita
  • 3rd in prisoners held in private facilities per capita
  • Last in median family income
  • 1st in poverty rate
  • 2nd in child poverty rate
  • 1st in poverty among seniors
  • 2nd in unemployment rate
  • 8th in bankruptcy filings per capita
  • 23rd in welfare caseloads per capita (not bad until you think of their high poverty rates)
  • 2nd worst in reading and science (4th grade)
  • 4th worst in math and writing (4th grade)
  • 49th of 51 in library visits per capita (they keep track of that?)
  • 4rd of 51 teenage birth rate (so much for abstinence-only sex-ed)
  • 1st in obesity
  • Last in woman who have had dental visits
  • 8th in teen death rate
  • Second to last in employment ratio
  • This ranking called it the worst state

All Mississippi’s conservative policies just add up to total crap.  Plus it’s outrageously hot.  All these things give Mississippi this road sign:

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When I get back, I’ll tell all about it.   I promise.