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In 1966 I was 9 years old. My father was moved from his company in NJ to Florence, SC. I had no idea as a 9 year old what I was headed into. I moved to a developing neighborhood with new homes going up in the sand soil, the pine cones and needles, and the heat and humidity of the south. It didn't take long, just a few walks, excursions into the neighborhood before the kids around my age started referring to me as damn yankee. At my age, all kind of questions made their way into my brain. What, why were they calling me that? As I would age, I realized the old south never ended, neither did the civil war, neither did the categories that separated peoples. It was astonishing how even at a young age we were propagandized, touring places like Fort Sumter from a decidedly confederate slant. As I entered junior high I experienced the integration of the schools and the tension and violence around that, not nearly so much with the kids as with the adults. The so called southern hospitality was nothing more than a cover. All the sweet, slow talk couldn't hide the underbelly, the rot that was there. My father would come home and in his own vernacular would refer to the rebsh** he had run across. Make no mistake my father was a bigot himself, so I think he recognized the same in the populace around him. What was weird about that was that somewhere in that journey my father would say to us, none of us has a choice as to whether we enter this world white or black, so there was no room for us kids to be racist bigots. I still wonder about that moment. But in 1966 it was clear, as you note, fascism was alive and well in my experience as a kid growing up in the south.

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A must read for people who believe in liberty and justice for all. Yarvin, Thiel, Vance, etc. all believe the exact same theory as the slave holders of the US and the facists of the 1920's.

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