When I see Mississippi vote for one candidate, Georgia the other, and the old confederacy not vote in a block, I will be seeing America lifting the yoke of hate which has been born by a regional de jure and now de facto lock step. After I had cooled off, I drove to Birmingham to visit Elmwood Cemetery where Bear Bryant is buried less than fifty yards from my family plot.
My Brother had insisted that scripture be put on my mother's headstone "Jesus said to her I am the resurrection and life the one who believes in me will live even though they die John 11:25" So it took months to get her headstone finished and I took some photos of the same. It was quite a ritual going to the cemetery after my grandfather died in 1957. It was a strange ritual that my southern Baptist family would make a weekly visit tending to the plot, planting flowers and clipping weeds. It was a cultural thing I never understood, any more than I could understand the insistence of the full wording of John 11:25 being put on a headstone.
There had been a big family uproar about the positions my aunts and uncles had taken in the plot as my father died in 1962 and when my Uncle died a year ago, they had made the decision that they would be buried south of Birmingham in a predominately white area. You see my aunt and uncle did not like the neighborhood surrounding the once lily white Elmwood cemetery, but in dog whistle polite Southern culture they said they did not want to be buried foot to head, but side by side.
In fact the main road at the entrance had been renamed Martin Luther King drive.......something you see throughout the the country to designate a black area where black people live.......(could you see the main drag on Pensacola Beach being called Martin Luther King Drive)
So I took my photo of the new headstone, and being very tired and hungry because I had not eaten in 24 hours, I stopped at a Macs to get a egg mcmuffin and oatmeal. When I walked in there were thirty customers and all of them were black. A group of them had gathered around the TV as they were showing one of the shootings on CNN......I heard the anger in their voices as they spoke of murder.......I saw the stares as the sole white face in their neighborhood Macdonalds represented all that was evil in this world.....it was not right to transfer that hate to me, but on that morning at that time I had never been more at peace in knowing that this culture of hate like the field of tombstones I had just visited will always have young people who can move beyond how each of us have been indoctrinated. The evil hateful southern culture of my youth and all those visits to the segregated cemetery and neighborhoods around the same had evolved to my sitting in a Macdonalds as the only white face......completely at peace that God's grace can prevail and evil can be defeated......maybe too slow for my life, but evil will not prevail.