or How ti Be a Somebody
Where is Redneckistan? And what are you escaping?
An excerpt from "Escaping Redneckistan:"
...I had taken to calling my liberation a long awaited escape from Redneckistan, which of course was nowhere near those more famous stans: Turkmenistan, Kyrgyzstan, or Uzbekistan. Nor was it necessarily anywhere close to the Redneck trailer parks and tractor pulls associated with life in the deep South.
No, Redneckistan, to me, was a state of mind,
and I was not its model citizen.
An open-border community of close-minded individuals who lived in virtually every neighborhood in the U.S, the people of Redneckistan were the neighbors who sought to deport anyone who did not think or act like they did. The folks who forced people into closets and belittled and demonized those who were different. Just to remedy their own inadequate feelings of self worth.
Escaping from Redneckistan meant I was finally ready to take the power away from those who had put me in the wrong box and to begin the search for the person I wanted to be.
When one door closes, another opens.
If only it were that easy.
...I had taken to calling my liberation a long awaited escape from Redneckistan, which of course was nowhere near those more famous stans: Turkmenistan, Kyrgyzstan, or Uzbekistan. Nor was it necessarily anywhere close to the Redneck trailer parks and tractor pulls associated with life in the deep South.
No, Redneckistan, to me, was a state of mind,
and I was not its model citizen.An open-border community of close-minded individuals who lived in virtually every neighborhood in the U.S, the people of Redneckistan were the neighbors who sought to deport anyone who did not think or act like they did. The folks who forced people into closets and belittled and demonized those who were different. Just to remedy their own inadequate feelings of self worth.
Escaping from Redneckistan meant I was finally ready to take the power away from those who had put me in the wrong box and to begin the search for the person I wanted to be.
When one door closes, another opens.
If only it were that easy.
Copyright . Edward B Kurpis. All rights reserved.