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289 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 13, 2019
And so I have to reconcile my memory of this song with its history and its purpose. I grew up in Northeast Louisiana, surrounded by cotton fields, on a street beside a cotton gin in the one-stoplight town of Start. My stepdad, Horace, was a truck driver who hauled cotton seed all over the Southeast, and I spent a lot of time as a kid riding along with him, listening to 8-track tapes of country-music icons Merle Haggard and George Jones. Those are some of my favorite childhood memories. Cotton and country music were how I grew up, so when I hear the refrain “I wish I was in the land of cotton...” I sing along and think about my little postage stamp of earth, with a reflexive emotional longing to go back to the simplicity of being a kid in Louisiana.
Then, though, my brain kicks in, and I remember all that the song represents to so many others, and what history, not my heart, tells me it means. “Dixie” is an inescapable part of Southern and of American history, and I have no doubt that it portrays a pro-slavery point of view and relegates African Americans to the most un-American of places: a place where human beings are considered inferior because of the color of their skin and the circumstances of their birth. That may have been who we were, but it can’t be who we are. (p. 83)