My in-laws, my wife, were on the forefront of the civil rights movement. My wife was a child and answered phone calls that called her N lover and hung up. My Father-in-law, an old Southerner of the Ralph McGill mold has told me that the reality is that in the South, whites hate the race and love the person, and in the North, they hate the person and love the race.
I had never thought about it that way, but that pretty much describes what I have experienced.
I'll put on my flameproof underwear and wait for one of the resident cretins to call me a racist now. It has happened before and will happen again. I wonder sometimes where they come from and what attracts them to FRee Republic.
Or,as someone else once said-"In the North it doesn't matter how high a black person rises as long as he doesn't get too close.In the South,it doesn't matter how close a black person gets as long as he doesn't rise too high"