![]() ![]() If someone wanted to show pride of place or past they might, at most, have on their car one of those popular license plates depicting the ole Yosemite Sam-looking Confederate general proclaiming "Hell no, I ain't fergettin'".Īttitudes about the Confederacy weren't always so low-key in the South. I've never known anyone who owned a Confederate battle flag, let alone displayed it. There were no public ceremonies, no wearing of the gray or waving the battle flag. But I don't remember, in those years, any overt celebration of or even interest in the old Confederacy. Later, as a man in Georgia my attention was focused each year on Confederate Memorial Day because it was a state holiday. It may have even been true that their association with our history lent them a superiority and us an inferiority allowing them to thump us every year. Their very name itself carried tradition and identity with the famous past we knew but couldn't claim at my little school with the same authority as our rivals. One of the notable events of fall at my Alabama high school was the annual football game we played against the state powerhouse, Robert E Lee High School in Montgomery. ![]() The South I grew up in wasn't, as I think back on it now, conspicuously boastful of its Confederate past but was nevertheless aware of the heritage it had conferred on us. ![]()
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