I happen to live in the rural south – the rural deep south, in fact – and I’m therefore very familiar with rednecks. Your definition of redneck will vary depending upon where you live, but 99% of the country has that definition all wrong. Down here, the term “redneck” – when used on its own – is actually a term of endearment. Rednecks are not pickup drivin’, beer swillin’, shotgun totin’, coon huntin’, cousin kissin’, bass fishin’, beer can throwin’ at cyclists, rebel flag wavin’, Hank Jr. listenin’, NASCAR lovin’, pro wrestling watchin’ intolerant hillbillies. Those would be dumb rednecks. There is in fact a big distinction between simply being a redneck and being a dumb redneck. To many of you, the term “dumb redneck” would be redundant, but you don’t live down here and do not appreciate the nuances of our culture.
I am a redneck and proud of it. I am a college educated former journalist and current health educator. For the first time a decade, I do not have a pickup parked in my driveway (traded it in a few months ago for a Honda Element, thanks to this forum and my tri habit). However, I love country music (the old, not the new), I have a deer rifle and a shotgun in my house, and a mounted 8-point buck in my shed (my wife, whose neck isn’t quite as red as mine, won’t allow me to display my trophy in the house). I like NASCAR, but not enough to watch it (I just catch the highlights on SportsCenter), and “A Country Boy Can Survive” is one of the best songs ever recorded (along with George Jones’ classic “He Stopped Loving Her Today” and just about anything by Waylon Jennings). I also own two cowboy hats (which I haven’t worn in years) and four pairs of cowboy boots, which I wear fairly regularly. I like my vegetables soft not crunchy, my chicked fried, my bar-b-que is pork, and there are worse things that you can do than put pink flamingoes in your front yard. I don’t drink anymore, but I have downed more than my fair share of Pabst Blue Ribbon, most of which was consumed in a 4 wheel drive on a dirt road with George Jones, Hank Jr. or Earl Thomas Conley in the tape player (no CD’s back then – they still skipped on rough dirt roads). Though I live in town with neighbors close by, I would rather take a leak outside in the yard than in my toilet. I love my country, my mother, and Jesus. I think Martin Luther King, Jr., was one of the greatest Americans ever, and the racial/social injustices African Americans have endured in our country’s history is one of the great travesties of all time. And I have never, ever thrown anything at a cyclist.
In the course of my dicussion here, I have realized that it is much easier to describe what a redneck isn’t than it is to describe what one is. I am a redneck. And I’m quite proud to be one.
RP