I’ve lived in the South all sixty years. I agree with NothingMan that AdmiralQ’s story sounds totally bogus. I have run into racism in my time, but nothing as in-your-face as that. And I am also from Tennessee.
The open racism that I have been witness to since the Civil Rights movement of the 1950’s and 1960’s has generally been from some economically deprived whites. In their need to feel superior to somebody, they put Blacks and Hispanics down.
Strange, but the first person that I thought of was a friend who fits the stereotype of living in a trailer and driving a rusted out truck. She is a wondrous raw-boned woman with more courage in her little finger than most saints I’ve read about. She uses the word nigger not with any apparent intended maliciousness, but out of habit. What makes the situation so strange is that she is originally from Pittsburgh. Yet she fits that Southern stereotype.
Speaking of Pittsburgh and stereotypes, I couldn’t help but laugh about the pawn shops. The lyrics to a song popular in my childhood began with “There’s a pawn shop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania…”
http://www.lyricsxp.com/lyrics/p/pittsburgh_pennsylvania_guy_mitchell.html
I have one friend from my home town who lives nearby that would probably still feel comfortable in using the word nigger around me and in ridiculing them if I had not finally told her that her language offended me. She is xenophobic in general, but does not have the religious bigotry often associated with Southerners. (I do see that much more often than racial bigotry.)
Maybe a person “exudes” something that lets a stranger feel comfortable in making racial remarks around them. If so, I don’t exude. In the last fifteen years I did have one stranger make a comment about Hispanics and all it took was a lifted highbrow and she backed down.
The only times that I have consistently felt uncomfortable in the presence of racists over the last few years has been in North Carolina. We have distant family relations who do not fit the stereotype. The are wealthy and well-educated. And they have assumed that because I am from the South that I am open to their bigoted xenophobic cattiness. The man especially seems to feel free to belittle just about everyone who hasn’t been as fortunate as he. For the sake of the rest of the family, I bite my tongue and mutter “now, now” under my breath and let it go. But he still doesn’t fit the Southern stereotype either. He is from New England and migrated to one of the Northern enclaves in N.C.
The “quiet” bigotry that I spoke of is practiced by the middle and upper classes somewhat. There is not very much interracial dating and marriage. Also, I think that Blacks are probably watched more carefully for shoplifting in the malls. (One Black child was told to leave a mall this week because he wore a jacket and a hood. It caused enough of a stir that his being asked to leave the mall made the news.)
I am an eleventh generation Southerner, the daughter of a civil rights activist and a graduate of Vanderbilt University. I taught in inner city high schools for twenty years. I consider myself just as typical of the South as any of her other sons and daughters.
I wonder if the OP’s anti-Southern viewpoint has anything to do with his need to feel superior to somebody.