I was born and raised in Nashville, TN.
My mother was raised in Bellevue when it was still rural, and my father grew up in The Nations.
My grandfather moved here from Missouri via Alabama, where he had been a sharecropper. My grandmother adopted Nashville as her home soon after having my father.
My other set of grandparents were born and raised here.
All of my grandparents were dirt poor but devout in their love of God. They took seriously their call to help their fellow man. There is so much about them you do not know.
My dear, sweet wife was raised in the house where I now sit.
Every one of them were (and are) dear souls, who would give you the shirt off their backs if you needed it. To this day, people stop us on the street, literally in tears, thanking my wife for her gentle, loving care of their loved one at the end of their life.
They weren’t and aren’t perfect, but they were nothing like you are describing.
When you say, “Southerners are this, and southerners are that”, especially when you flat out say “southerners are not nice”, you are attacking my family.
Now, I probably deserve it. I have a tendency to be a jackass. But, I promise you, my jackassery has come about in spite of my upbringing, not because of it.
When your broad brush hits my mother, or my wife, we have a quarrel.
I’m asking you nicely to please stop.