I am a native of Alabama. I love this state. I love its history, culture, and (with obvious exceptions) its traditions.
It is a wonderful place. It has beautiful natural places, beautiful cities, and a rich history. Stand in any given spot in Alabama, and you can think back to DeSoto exploring its then-pristine forests, Indian culture, wars, struggles for civil rights, etc.
Montgomery was the first city in the world with an electric trolley system. City planners from San Francisco came here to model their system after it.
Huntsville was one of the birthplaces of the U.S. Space Program.
Mardi Gras was born in Mobile.
The blues first became popularized through W.C. Handy, a Muscle Shoals musician.
Rock n’ Roll as we know it was also born here, in the form of a certain producer named Sam Phillips.
The fight for African American Civil Rights took place all over the South, but so many important battles were fought here in Alabama. Selma. Montgomery. Birmingham. The Stand in the Schoolhouse Door. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Ah, to hell with it. What I’m saying is that there’s so much good here, and still, because of morons like Roy Moore and Don Siegelman and Jeff Sessions perpetuating the ages-old stereotype, everyone in the country looks at us as if we’re rustic, primitive idiots that would love nothing more than to live in a tarpaper shack, eat chitlins, and string us up a black person or two.