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.
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