By Faddy MacMough
Texas Civil Rights Review Columnist
As a Red-Neck with Lefty tendencies I have to laugh out loud at the way us Americans react along the lines of the racial divide. Isn’t it passing strange that the one group of folks who find the Good ole Rev Wright most objectionable are the very white folks that come the closest to sharing his hell and brimstone style of preachin.’
As a study in masochism, as well as the occasional goad to the religioso from a self-acclaimed non-theist, I admit to listenin’ to our local pastors rant and rave about the end times and the evils of this, that and the other thing. They mostly go on about how we are sailin’ merrily to hell as an apostate nation . . . and their fav’rit targets are the usual ‘enemies of gawd’ . . . queers, people with AIDS, lib’rals, and other folks who just haven’t got around to believin’ them by not comin’ to church and not turnin’ over the tithe that gawd wants them to share!
On Fridays a goodly portion of what passes for the daily paper in this hick-up, wide-spot we built around a refinery, town is devoted to the mentally ill ninnys who hide behind the pulpit and preach hate and division on Sunday mornings to the oil field workers and their generational wives. These good ole boys universally have had more than one marriage . . . about one a decade . . . to an ever younger group of ‘wimmen’ who like themselves think the return o’ Jesus, which sounds amazingly like Cheeses, will result in the splattering of bodies of the damned all over the place as a function of the rapture. Their real bibles are the vicious Christian-hate literature of end timers like Tim LaHaye who relish in the afflictions inflicted on the damned by a gawd who has had his patience stretched to a breakin’ point and is going to set things right by wiping out everybody.
When you think about it, the hate they preach on Sundays is remarkably similar to what the good Rev Wright was accused of saying! And, if you run deep enough into what is really ranklin’ those white boys, it really isn’t so different from what is upsetting the black folks in their churches . . . poverty, the inability to get ahead, no health insurance for themselves or their kids, rising oil prices blamed on them Arabs instead of the corporatocracy makin’ obscene profits, the fact that even Wal-Mart prices are beyond their means, and the general fact that they are on the bottom of the heap when it comes to education, and dreams for themselves and their children.
They also share another thing . . . these bottom of the barrel whites who share the dregs with the bottom of the barrel blacks and immigrants . . . total contempt from their so-called betters on the left and the right who look down on them and criticize their teen pregnancy rates, their tendency to get sent to jail or prison all out of proportion to their numbers, and the fact they are just potential voters IF they vote right.
In other words, these folks share the fact that they are a permanent underclass . . . a group of people who have been shut out of the American dream and live instead what amounts to an American nightmare! They live in squalor and the one time in the week they are treated as though they might just matter, that their souls are as good as anyone elses, is on Sunday morning. So they dig deep into their pockets and help to build ever larger churches with ever more convoluted preaching and ever more indoctrination of their children in that one hour a week when gawdless humanism is kept at bay, Sunday school! The fact that they are underclass and they are no different in the eyes of the people who pull the levers of politics to protect their own economic and social interests than the blacks and immigrants they share dumpster diving with only tends to increase their resentment.
So the political elites think Wright is a problem? Well, he is symptom of a racial problem kept alive in order to keep the under-classes in their places in our socially, economically and racially divided empire.
Sadly, I don’t think any of the political classes (O’Bama, he’s Irish right; Billary, er is that W in Drag; and his McNastiness) give a damn . . . and even if they do, how the hell are they going to change things in a society that is so connected by cell phones it is totally unable to think long enough to really communicate? We really worship at the altar of consumerism and the idea that my thingy is newer than your thingy seems to matter more than just about anything.
The red-neck pastors rant; the black preachers rail; and the punditocracy wring their hands about this sound bite, or that . . . and together we all seem to be doomed to division rather than seeing problems we have in common as the stuff that really matters!
And that is the way it is . . . here in this woebegone wide spot in the road where our football warriors are the only real hope we ever have of looking other than the way we are . . . low down on the totem pole of life!
Fredegar N. MacMough (his friends call him Faddy) is a self-styled leftie, of redneck parentage, holding forth from one of those nasty little oil towns where the glories of Friday Night Lights sustain a population so used to being abused that they think things are just fine and dandy . . . where a peppermint patty world is an illusion foisted upon them because the boys did take state again.