The end of the road for rural America
The juniper-and-vermouth-scented reader Mark in Portland sends along a stark tale from the alt-weekly Austin Chronicle, in which the author describes a lonesome car trip through dying towns in the Plains. In some towns, people look at him with hatred....
The Austin paper has a story raising bookend issues. A couple trying to escape development are selling their undeveloped land to move further away from development. Some local historians have criticized their decision to sell. They fear that the property's sale will lead to the cabin's destruction or cause it to end up marooned in the middle of a shopping center parking lot.
I think you re right. Creative adaptation is the only way. Time and change do not stop, and no one can infer a promise that (s)he is insulated from them. Wasn t it Goethe s Faust who suffered from a complicated relationship with the longing to blindly preserve: Stay. Thou art fair ?
That's home. Floydada is my hometown. Our farm was just a couple of miles from Cone. My mother was born in Paducah. I have a connection to every town he mentions. Ventura whines about how they apparently hate him even as he describes these folks as "large white people of a certain ilk". We get the point. He thinks they're trash. I'm sure his feelings were as clear as theirs. This isn't happening because of some tidal wave of history. There was no "Industrial Revolution" style technological leap that forced people off of farms. This is about cheap labor and government policy. Arugula isn't going to save these towns.
The last post was by me. I'm not sure why it came up as Anonymous.
I dunno, my older brother was raised by upper-middle-class liberals and never wanted for opportunity in his life. He still looks with spite at guys in ponytails. The thing about the New World -- with apologies to any American Indians reading this -- is that the settlement patterns of the United States are perforce provisional. How the heck are we supposed to know where to live and how? They homesteaded the Montana prairie, for goodness' sake, not to mention Oklahoma and the Texas Panhandle. It wasn't a good long-term bet. Nor were the old mining and timber towns up in the conservative far northern California really sustainable.
Not that they weren't all good people and all. It just wasn't meant to be.
Michael Ventura produces pounds of overwritten dreck every year. He's not worth reading. That's not to say that there isn't something interesting here for a good writer, just that Ventura is a waste of time. Read, but only two or more hours after eating, some of his archived articles. I'm a liberal, yet I find his philosophy repellent.
Its not just something that creativity will fix. Its not something that the regulations and programs Dreher wants will fix. The Lord of the Rings (the books, not the movies) is the thing to read here. The Third Age ends, the elves pass into the West, and anything that could stop it would be worse. There is no rest and no stability outside eternity. I weep for these people.
The Southern Agrarians saw this same type of thing happening in the South in the 20's and tried to warn their fellow Southerners but to little avail. And if memory serves, they said it would eventually spread to the midwest and the plains if not resisted. Well, sho'nuff...
I was under the impression that the fact that farming is much more capital intensive than it was 100 years ago when the Great Plains were settled might have something to do with the reason farming is less viable than it was then. And didn't the Great Depression (and the Dustbowl) and the demand for manufacturing labor in WWII begin the migration from the plains? I may not love Monsanto or ADM, but there are other factors than agrobusiness for the decline of rural life on the Plains. And the mechanization of agriculture has had a significant impact nationwide.
"So I walk into their Kansas diner, and in my differentness I become an instant symbol of what's pulling them down." Emphasis mine. My conclusion after reading this is that these agrarian crybabies live in the same hollow dream kingdoms that they think these "outsiders" symbolize. Their "cake and eat it" childishness is what gives birth to their failure to adapt, failure to accept the "different". They themselves ultimately kill their own communities; they pull themselves down. No wonder their kids leave. "Who are ya coming 'round here? You with yer big idears....." That's the way their world ends, not with a bang but with a whimper.
living in nyc, i never hear anyone sneering at the 'stupid red states' or at nascar or at fundamental christians. we live our lives and are perfectly content to let others live theirs. this coulterish urban myth of unending derisiveness is absurd and does not stand up to scrutiny.
If anybody looked at the author with hatred and that is doubtful-- they did it because a snobby, probably overdressed, possibly effette creature was gawking at them as if they were tigers in a zoo. That never goes down well when you're trying to make a good impression.
If I went to New York and pointed and stared at all the freaks I would expect a hostile reaction too.
This trend has been going on for a century, and it is based partially on the increasing capital intensity and improving transportation of the modern economy. Essentially, a market town draws its business from people no more than a few hours ride away. Around 1900, that meant towns about 5-6 miles apart. These towns had a 5 room hotel, a two or three employee bank, and a general store which had everything one needed, which wasn't much. If Mr Drucker didn't have it, you better just do without. By the 20s with improved cars and roads, towns could be farther apart, and people shopped at Sears or Monkey Ward's. Now, they'll trave 80 miles on the interstate to Wal-Mart. Couple this with less labor intensive farms and that's the way it is. The same thing is happening in the rust-belt urban areas where the days of walking into the steel mill the day after high school graduation to a lifetime job with a pension at the end are gone now. Do I have the answers? Hell, no. I dream every night of being back in the Wisconsin north woods. However, ya gots to make a living.
Kim M
If I may make an analogy from my Native American side, the whole red-state populism is just the Ghost Dance of the white blue-collar middle class. It will be just as popular, and just as fruitless.
xref- King Canute Kim M
andy, The reason you don't hear many derogatoroy comments about people from the red states in New York City is the same reason that you don't hear many derogatory comments about New York City or the blues states in the red ones: for the most part, the twain don't meet. But when they do, there's misbehavior involved on both sides, though, in my observation, it tends to be the blue side that instigates the trouble and the red side that (over)reacts to it. I get much more of a sense that the blue states want the red states to change than the other way around. Most analysis of the red-blue divide is an attempt to explain why the red side is red, not why the blue side is blue, as if being blue were normal and being red were a perverse anamoly -- which is clearly not the case if one looks at all of human culture through all of human history. If questions of social and cultural morality were denationalized in this country the way they were before the 1960's, the red-blue polarity would largely disappear.
Dymphna: "If I went to New York and pointed and stared at all the freaks I would expect a hostile reaction too." But you wouldn't get one because New Yorkers have better things to do. That's the irony; city folks for the most part leave people alone and don't care where they're from. People who waste time in country diners whining about how someone from the east coast bought up a big tract of land ten miles down the road are the biggest snobbish bigots in this country in my experience.
The reason you don't hear many derogatoroy comments about people from the red states in New York City is the same reason that you don't hear many derogatory comments about New York City or the blues states in the red ones: for the most part, the twain don't meet. I figured it's because most people are purple.
Pauli, If people in country diners are -- in your experience -- the biggest snobbish bigots in this country, then you must not have too much experience.
BF, let's read a little slower, shall we? I'll remove the seemingly confusing and offensive prepositional phrase in country diners and restate: People who waste time whining about how someone from the east coast bought up a big tract of land ten miles down the road are the biggest snobbish bigots in this country in my experience.
...city folks for the most part leave people alone and don't care where they're from Funny!
BF, Let's think a little deeper shall we? Even with the qualifications you've made, your claim suggests that you must not have had too much experience. There's a wonderful moment in Howard Hawks's film *Air Force* in which a "cosmopolitan" New Yorker who can't stop going on (and on)(and on) about the city of his birth and how much better it is than everywhere else gets gently put in his place by a listener who responds -- with all due respect -- that the New Yorker is just "a hometown hick" like everyone else. I'll borrow that come-back and leave this conversation at that.
BF, I've got to hand it to you. You proved that you have so much more experience than I by resorting to a movie to illustrate your point.
Pauli I really don't know what your experience is, or BF's for that matter. But the article is about my hometown and the surrounding area. I have family there. The writer doesn't actually interview any of the people. The only words he attributes to anyone is "Well he's different". I'm sure he hears much worse every day in Austin, but he treats it like some horrible epithet. And based on even less information (since you didn't actually go there) you refer to these people as "agrarian crybabies" suffering from "childishness". Wow. You must have had it tough in the suburbs. You want experience, here's mine. I grew up on a farm out there. I was working in the cotton fields as soon as I was big enough to use a hoe and carry irrigation pipe. When our farm went under I dropped out of high school and got a job so I could help our family afford luxuries. Like food. Like electricity (which was still shut off pretty often - sometimes for a month or more). Not like a telephone or air conditioning, which we couldn't afford and didn't have. I worked at seed plants, slaughterhouses, stacked hay, weeded fields. That's the work they do out there. Those "crybabies" work real jobs that make you sweat and bleed. It took a decade for my family to crawl out of poverty. I spent 6 years on an ambulance cleaning blood and puke off of my boots every night so that we could get out of it. But I'm sure you think I'm a crybaby too. They survived the farm crisis. To you that's just some assorted Willie Nelson concerts from 20 years ago. To them it was another depression. They are hard. But you call them crybabies because of some idle diner chat directed at a pony-tailed effete writer from Austin. You wouldn't last a week out there. Maybe you should go back to your Harry Potter blog and leave the discussion of farm country to the grown-ups.
Wah. I'm from Detroit - the Red State redneck ghost towns have nothing on us: http://www.detroitblog.org/?p=405
As Rural America (and anywhere else rural to citified) turns into places resembling "cities" why is it that they also resemble Sodom and Gomorrah? Haughtiness and its resulting suffering of those that cry out from it. And violent hordes of angry men (and now women) always looking to attack the homes of those not "submitting" to their desires. Always. Looking at what is happening to small towns (in the western world), you have Liberals turning them decadent and hedonistic, and Islam looking to replace Churches with mosques. Sodom and Gomorrah are becoming easier to understand now.
Upstate NY is doing well with ethanol--they even put a Walmart up there, and middle of nowhere Goldsboro, NC is now on its 3rd Walmart.
That being said, the history of America, indeed the world, is rife with economic displacement. The economy roles along, and we must adapt.
People have no idea how bad it is going to get. Our government has allowed an equity extraction of historical proportion, in a feeble attempt to prop up a done for economy. We no longer make much of anything, the deficit is astronomical, and the Chinese finance the house of cards. It's going to get a lot worse before it gets better, and the anger will only rise...
I'm from rural North Dakota and yes, if someone different walked into the local restaurant, I would note that he was different. Not out loud, maybe, but I'd note it unconciously for the mere fact that there are so few people in the area. Everyone knows everyone, and someone new is...someone new. "Well, he's new. I wonder who he is, and why he's here?" I might ask myself, not out of malice, but really, just wondering. People from a large city might not have the same reaction, not because they've evolved into some higher existence and no longer make note of differences, but because they don't know everyone and unknown people are the norm. It would be unsettling to them to know everyone and perhaps some take comfort in knowing very few and writing of all differences or unfamiliar faces as the familiar. I rather prefer knowing people. It doesn't mean I spit out some insult because someone is different or "not from around here"; one woman's -- one small town's -- reaction is no measuring bar for everyone, just as there are plenty of people in a city willing to insult someone not like themselves. Really, generalizations about how people react and treat others are just that: generalizations.
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