Stephanie, a 21 year old undergraduate psychology major at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. I'm a mix of California and North Carolina, a beach loving, accepting of everyone, southern girl. I've been dating the same man for almost six years. I love music of all kinds (well mostly, I'm not a rap fan), reading, WoW, tons of different fandoms, animals, cooking, and girl scout cookies.
“Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armour yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones
Of course, Louisiana has earned its reputation for discrimination. As a boy, I watched mothers of classmates spit on a crucifix held up by our parish priest as he attempted to lead a little black girl to a waiting car the day my Catholic school was integrated in New Orleans. But I witnessed incidents of racial prejudice that shocked me just as deeply in summer visits to my mother’s hometown of Brooklyn. So I grew up thinking of racism as American rather than Southern.
But prejudice is not really the point of these Louisiana stories—at least not the prejudice of the characters in these tawdry tales. It is simply one of the mechanisms along with religious fundamentalism, right-wing politics, and ill-educated speech that confirm the intellectual and moral superiority of the viewers over the villains and buffoons that have been scripted for their pleasure by pandering to their biases.