Another thing: Since November, my forearms have been bruised. No, my husband isn’t beating me just on the arms. Barack Obama is president and I’ve been pinching myself to make sure this isn’t a dream.
Check out this picture over at Coozan Pat’s. The cultural dissonance on the flag makes me cock my head and squint at it quizzically, but also makes me very hopeful, especially after the South’s very sanguine performance in this past presidential election.
For the VatulBlog record, because I thought the day would never come when I could say this: Goodbye, President Bush. Don’t let the door hit your suited rear on the way out.
My husband is a born and bred white southerner. He is the first person to jump in and defend the South in “The War of Northern Aggression.” He also makes us listen to King’s speeches every year on MLK day.
Long story short, not every confederate meets the racist stereotype. Though I like your choice of words: cultural dissonance indeed.
Not every confederate meets the racist stereotype, but the association of the confederate flag with racism is quite prevalent and for a good reason. Perhaps that is what the person who conjoined the images is trying to say: that the confederate flag can get away from this fearful symbolism and return fully to the realm of cultural identity.