July 8, 2007
Nobody Plays Dixie Anymore
I was reminded, during correspondence with my man Skippy (who will not marry my daughter), that we used to watch films all the time in elementary school. The Grand State of Georgia made these films, which were on anything from the Beatle's trip to India to the mesmerizing persona of George Wallace. The film quality was terrible, full of skips and splices, but they all started out with a rousing rendition of DIXIE!
Huzzah for the Lost Cause! Watch the sullen Negro janitor in the back of the cafeteria sweep up that red sawdust with Ivy Morris's puke in it while that song is playing.
Our teachers made us stand up for Dixie. We could sit for the Pledge of Allegiance. Which was basically abolitionist tripe anyway. Stand for Dixie, little crackers!
I never sat in for any films when my kids were in elementary school, but I'm guessing they didn't open with Dixie. The schools are still pretty segregated, though. Why the housing prices are so high here. Every class gets one token Black, who is immediately elected class president to assuage whitey guilt.
No Dixie, though.
Hmph. That's one of those tunes that I find myself idly humming from time-to-time. That and the Song of the South theme (zippity doo da).
I suppose that's the kind of thing that could get me soundly thumped, were I to fail to catch myself at the wrong moment.
Posted by: Desert Cat at July 9, 2007 3:20 AM