August 8, 2003
MY GRANDFATHER WAS IN THE KLAN
At least, my Mom recognized his brogans under some robes at a rally when she was about six. This would have been 1933 or so. I think he treated his membership like he treated his familial responsibilities, though. If I have to show up, well...
My mother said the Klan (at least in Depression-era south-central Georgia) mainly existed to stomp wife-beaters and shiftless drunkards who wouldn't share their shine. Race was unimportant. They were equal opportunity shit-kickers.
I mention this because while in Indiana I remembered something about those folks having a ready hand with the rope, the Yankee bastards.
Now my great-uncle Henry Mobley had a reputation for shooting blacks who pissed him off on his plantation, but he only did time for assisting in killing a white man in 1948, his role captured in the book Murder in Coweta County, later a rather shitty made-for-TV movie starring Johnny Cash and Andy Griffith (my father got his Uncle Henry's sentence commuted when he was a State Senator in the fifties). Don't remember who played Uncle Henry, but Imdb.com says Harry George played his attorney. And they got that story wrong. That bastard was a thief, and got his due. Fuck him.
Gee, all we had in our family was a poor Irishman who detested the British so much that he came over here just for a fight during the Revolutionary War.
Altho, my husband is related to Alexander H. Stephens. And for you yankees who haven't a CLUE who he was, he was the Vice President of the Confederate States.
Posted by: Laura at August 8, 2003 1:48 PMMy mother's favorite aunt married a real McCoy, Cordle, who could remember his days as a boy when the Hatfield-McCoy blood feud raged in Pike County, Kentucky.
Posted by: rankin rob at August 8, 2003 4:08 PMI had sex with Margaret Trudeau.
Posted by: Jack Straw at August 8, 2003 7:01 PMThat was you in front of Margaret? I was in back.
Posted by: Kim at August 8, 2003 8:33 PM