The American Redneck Runs This Country
On January 20th, Tom Brokaw and Joe Scarborough were discussing the Obama inauguration on MSNBC.
BROKAW: “I just want to say one thing. Eh, having been in the South in the sixties and Los Angeles and Watts and northern urban areas, umm, uh, when we were evolving as a country. I’m thinking of all the bigots and the rednecks and all the people that I met along the way, and I’m saying to them, “Take this.”
“Take this” meaning the Obama Presidency. Now wait just one minute there Tom.
I am a redneck. I am proud of it, too.
What is it about me that the inarticulate Brokaw dislikes? Is it that I work with my hands?
Perhaps Brokaw and his ilk do not know this, but I am here to give him a well-needed education. The American redneck runs this country. We drive semis, we work in the fields, we fix cars, we work in grocery stores, department stores, pharmacies, car washes, mills, factories, mines, we work on the docks, the ships, the junkyards, we work as beauticians, as police as firefighters as nurses and construction workers. We build your homes, we clean your houses, we do your dry-cleaning, we wait on your dinner table, we cook your food, we mix your drink, we clean your hotel room. We fix your cable connection, your electricity, yes, that is us up on the poles, or digging down to reach the lines. Anything you can’t figure out, Tom, we got you covered.
We know more about the environment than you, we know more about healthcare than you. We know more about human nature than you, we know more about nearly everything than you, and you have spent your life reporting the news. What a joke.
The point is, we work. In fact, we do the jobs that we are told Americans won’t do. And we learn from those experiences, how things are made, how people think, how life works. Any one of us has more knowledge than Brokaw, and we are open-minded, open-armed, and free. But wait, maybe that’s the key to the obvious hatred.
We are free. A lot of us own land. We own land and pay taxes on that land. If worse comes to worse in this country who is more prepared to live through it? We know how to hunt, how to fish, how to build things, how to raise livestock, how to garden, how to sew, how to fix junk, how to love. Wait, maybe that’s the thing that is repugnant to the liberal male that is Brokaw.
We have kids. Lots of them. We teach them about what America is about. Freedom from government control over our lives, our abilities, our dreams for the future, we teach them that anything worth having is worth working for. We work in the sun and the rain and the cold. How about our leathery faces, chests, necks, arms? You glorify it if it is in the National Geographic in some other nation, but here in America, you scoff.
Is it our white skin? Burned in the sun, not laying on a lounge chair sipping margaritas, but working so our children can have a better life than we did.
Or maybe it is our values. Our praise to God above. Our confidence that all will work out if we put our troubles aside and believe. Too much I’m sure for those like Tom. It is not scientifically documented so who can say it is the truth? Well, we say so. You cannot permeate our belief in God Almighty. Your belief in science can’t explain God. You lose that argument every time you have tried it. Why? Not because we are stupid, but because we know more than you. Deal with it, Tom.
We love. We love life. We love America in it’s purest form. We love unabashedly, we love each other without abandon. But wait, that is the stone-cold truth. We love one another. Black, White, Red, Yellow, Blue, we love one another as God has loved us.
Yes, that is it, we love. You decide whether a person is worthy of love based on where they shop, or what they drive, or who they are friends with. We love first upon our first meeting with someone.
Tom, you need to check your roots. I’ll bet a dollar to a dozen that your family knows us.