O magnet-south! O glistening perfumed South! My South! — Walt Whitman
Loving the South doesn’t mean we don’t hold its injustices or secrets in a faraway place of denial.
To be Southern is to identify with its beauty–but at the same time naming our wrongs to others both past and present. Though the South may be indeed mired in the past, we enumerate our sins and attempt to learn from them. This makes us unique from the rest of the country, and indeed, the rest of the world.
It’s even more difficult to explain how it feels to be a Southern woman.
We have all experienced the “good old boys” network. We’ve all scratched and clawed our ways through antiquated ideas of male dominance, whether in the workplace, the family, or in the church. We’ve been taught that to be a lady means to not make a fuss.
Sometimes it’s necessary to make a fuss.
Sometimes, it’s necessary to scream and cry and force others to hear us. In Southern culture, to attempt to move from one’s designated place, either within society, our family and our own demons will always invite opposition.
But we, the New Southern Women, dig in our heels and cry “Bring it.” Because we, of all people, know of the danger that is found within the beauty of this land. The South is not perfect–the events that have happened here in our bloody past refuse to be forgotten or buried.
It’s these past transgressions, horrors and secrets that stamp an indelible tattoo of the gothic on our literature, our poetry, our music and even our very lives. We don’t deny our past–we could not even if we tried. But Southern solidarity and identity renders within us a beauty from the ashes.
Southern women are often the first to label the wrong we see, the ones who say “no more.”
Sister, I hear you. Your voice whispers into the chilly wind of winter, but is heard nonetheless.
For after the winter, the spring blooms anew.
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