You’re welcome. You are welcome for this post to break up your Facebook newsfeed that is overrun with political posts, opinions, protests and memes. I don’t normally write for the sole purpose of diversion, but today, even I need it. So let us focus on…survival. Specifically, survival of politics, since that seems to be the topic of choice. Now, this is something that us country folk are well-versed in. Yes, we are educated. Yes, we are aware. Yes, we are opinionated. Make no mistake on that.
However, for several hundred years, we have learned that we don’t have enough towers to pipe in the influences of Washington, DC. When it all boils down to steam, we are the same people we always are and always will be and it’s up to us to survive. The Great Depression, Civil Rights, Glass Ceilings, Human Rights and Globalization have created big waves in history, as they should have done. But, here in the mountains, we were way ahead of the curve. In fact, Washington could learn a thing or two from us.
You see….when your community exists below the poverty line, you have no choice but to judge each person on their own merits, because you know that every single asset of your life will contribute to your family. You have no choice but to be resourceful, in order to survive. You have no choice, but to use your own mind to succeed. With this in mind, you celebrate those in your circle or business or church, based on what they have to contribute. During the Great Depression, my white grandmother chose churches that were predominantly black because she needed the spiritual energy that that church provided. The Civil Rights Movement was laughable here in the mountains, because blacks and whites already lived and worked together, because it took everyone to survive. Glass Ceiling? bahahahahaha…There should be a Rural Ceiling. Globalization did affect us. Definitely more than our city counterparts. The closing down of manufacturing plants absolutely sent our communities into a deeper poverty than we even realized existed. But did Washington care? The answer is no. My point, exactly.
So, whether the politics of Washington reach us or not, we are still here. We are still dependent on each other. We will still survive. Let’s take the sandbox for example.
Which kids do you want playing in the sandbox with your kids? Do you want kids that have learned to hate? Do you want kids who bully? Do you want kids that have a predetermined set of unrealistic values? Do you want kids that only know how to build with expensive templates? or Do you want kids that will teach your kids how to build a sand castle out of an old bowl? Kids that will stand up to other kids that try to bully? Kids that love making mud pies? Virtues are not defined by skin, gender, or politics.
During this political season, I have never been more thankful for the confines of these mountains.