By David Martin – I am from rural Eastern North Carolina. Blacks and whites in the rural South have had a long symbiotic relationship that has made them much closer to one another culturally than most people realize, even the parties, themselves. They eat the same food, they practice the same religion, each has strongly influenced the manner of speaking and the mannerisms of the other, they have had the same agricultural experience, and together they have produced the most uniquely American music.
I have lived in the rootless, cosmopolitan area of Washington, DC, since 1982. Of my neighbors, I have probably been closest to the folks two houses down from us, the one black family in the neighborhood. They were from Florida, the man an engineer, the wife a school teacher. Both sons were musicians like my middle son.
The last ten years of my employment before retirement I worked in a small federal government office of about 20 people. In that time the only colleague I felt close to culturally was our one black secretary, a native of Washington, DC, but her family was from my neck of the woods in the South, you could tell. The rest were what we in the South would call Yankees, except for one German and a black from Cameroon. Even the young fellow from Charleston, SC, who graduated from the University of North Carolina where I did my graduate work I would count as a Yankee, because his parents were Yankee transplants and there was really nothing Southern about him.
As for Jews, they are generally unknown to rural Southerners and, as a consequence, the latter generally have no negative attitudes toward them. In fact, so effective has the Scofield Bible-pushing Zionist crowd been that most rural white Southerners are a good deal more philo-Semitic than they ought to be if they realized who was behind their own demonization in American popular culture.
As for Jews, I have worked with lots of them through the years–even shared an apartment with two of them my first year of graduate school–and found them to be very much a mixed bag. I would say that probably the most “anti-Semitic” people I have known are “Jews” who have abandoned the culture. They are the most “Jew-wise” of all.
The worst, and most dangerous, part of that culture is what Paul Craig Roberts sums up with the one word of “paranoia.” I don’t think I fully appreciated its perniciousness until my neighbor got his new dog. Like most people, I am a dog lover, but since puppyhood that dog has hated me. It is of the one-owner-loyalty breed, and all other humans are the enemy. Our large back yards are separated be a fence, and when I am in my back yard the dog barks constantly.
Should I approach the fence, she bares her teeth and snarls viciously, with her hair standing up on the back. She’s a large dog, but all the while she’s backing away from me as I approach the fence. It’s apparent that she’s deathly afraid of me. I can’t help it, but I really do hate that dog. In the dog’s case, it’s all in the breed. Her master is a very gentle fellow, is kindly and solicitous toward the dog, and we are on the best of terms with one another. In the case of Jews, a great many of them have that unreasoning fearfulness of all non-Jews drummed into them from an early age, and the consequence for the rest of us has been very unfortunate.
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