This past week, a dear friend of mine named Hilda Brody, passed away. She was a great animal lover and helped to found the Animal Protection Society of Caswell County, the county seat of which is Yanceyville, North Carolina. Throughout her life, she gave generously of herself–often taking in cats, dogs, and even horses–because she valued the lives of animals and knew the gift of love and loyalty that animals give us, as humans, in return.
The APS of Caswell County, like so many animal shelters across the South, struggles to stay afloat. In counties racked by rural poverty, local governments are less likely to support the efforts of organizations devoted to animals rather than human beings.That means that much of the work to maintain the shelter is left to volunteers or individuals who work for pennies on the dollar. Their budgets are often stretched thin and the need for both money and supplies is constant.
So many of us out there know the joy and love that our pets bring to us each and every day. So, why not honor them by assisting another dog, cat, or the other animals that shelters care for?
What can you do to help? Be a good neighbor and support your local animal shelter.
If you have some money to spare, consider making a donation to support the many things a shelter does (including spaying and neutering).
And if you don’t have much, consider donating old blankets, towels, newspapers, old placemats, gently used toys, leashes, collars, litter, or grooming items. Check here for Top Things to Donate to an animal shelter.
And when you are ready to offer an animal “forever home,” consider adopting from your local shelter. You’ll be glad you did.
On behalf of my shelter-adopted pets, we thank you.
As the government shutdown dragged on, journalists everywhere, on the left and the right, raised the level of their rhetoric in search of what they believed to be the appropriate scapegoat for their wrath. The American South, it turned out, was one of their favorites.
The Washington Post’sColbert King offered a sardonic editorial in which he used the metaphor of the Confederacy to describe today’s Tea Party. Over at Salon.com, Stephen Richter of The Globalist wrote that the shutdown was a reminder that the Civil War never ended. Richter argued that “the South is once again rebelling against modernizing shifts in American society” and makes the analogy that “Southerners and white conservatives everywhere” fear that offering healthcare to Americans is akin to “freeing the slaves.” Of course, the article would not have been complete without illustrations of the Confederate battle flag.
Well, thanks for nothing.
The quagmire in Washington, DC, cannot be explained by simply tossing it into the lap of the South since just as many states outside of this region are being represented in Congress by members of the Tea Party caucus. When Ari Berman wrote in The Nation that the GOP has a “white southern Republican problem” by noting the high numbers of southerners in the Tea Party caucus, he failed to address the reality that the shutdown would have been impossible if only GOP conservatives from the South were involved. The fact is that this southern faction has co-conspirators across the country. (See the list.)
Not only do these comparisons perpetuate the idea of a monolithic South, it keeps alive regional divisiveness (to say nothing of continued stereotyping) as the comments section of these articles attest. It also ignores the changing demographics of the region, which over the last few decades has included a considerable migration of people from North to South.
More importantly, this Neo-Confederate rhetoric does nothing more than embolden Tea Party leaders and their acolytes, while at the same time it undermines the efforts of southern progressives. All the anti-South commentary illustrated with battle flags damages any inroads that are being made through grassroots efforts like those of the Moral Monday protesters here in North Carolina who are doing their damnedest to hold the GOP’s feet to the fire.
The real power struggle is not inside the Beltway, but in individual states. Conservative Republicans have gerrymandered districts to insure their power, but southern progressives in the state are not taking it lying down.
Sen.Ted Cruz (R-TX) may still be a Tea Party darling (and a shoe-in for Joseph McCarthy), but State Senator Wendy Davis is offering a change to politics as usual with her candidacy for governor. And in Georgia, Democrat Michelle Nunn is off to a strong start to replace Republican Saxby Chambliss in the U.S. Senate.
The point here is that progressives nationally need to support southern progressives. (Apparently, Sen. Bernie Sanders (I-VT) agrees.) It makes no good political sense to dismiss an entire region as a “lost cause” behind the drumbeat of Civil War rhetoric.
What’s happening in Washington is not a result of the return of the Confederacy. It might make good hay to allude to the South as the “Old South” or to suggest that it lacks the diversity (and by suggestion, education) to accept “modernizing shifts,” or insinuate that all southerners are conservative. But this kind of commentary only serves to inspire southern conservatives, while placing yet another obstacle in the path of those seeking change.
Yes, conservatives appear to have a stranglehold on the region, but throughout the South there are strong progressive voices that need to be heard. So here’s a novel idea: rather than bolstering conservatism in the South by pointing fingers to its Confederate past and discouraging progressive voters, which is what the Tea Party wants, how about shining more light on candidates and grassroots efforts and give Progressivism a fighting chance?
And, by the way, I live in the South, NOT the Confederacy.
As we get closer to the kickoff for the Democratic National Convention, I thought it would worthwhile to repost a blog I wrote in February 2011 when it was first announced that Charlotte, North Carolina, would host the convention. Look for more DNC-related posts in the near future. Here’s the link to that post:
The passing of Andy Griffith last week prompted an outpouring of love and respect for the man and his life’s work in movies, television, and even gospel music. Yet it was his role as Sheriff Andy Taylor in The Andy Griffith Show (TAGS), which received the greatest response from media writers and fans alike. And how could it not? Andy Taylor was such an iconic television character it was as if Taylor and Griffith were one. Even if Griffith disagreed with that assessment, which he did on several occasions, it is what fans of the show believe.
Fans also want to believe that Griffith’s hometown of Mt. Airy, North Carolina, was the setting for the show. Certainly, there are numerous references to Mt. Airy and other towns in North Carolina. Yet whether it was or wasn’t doesn’t matter much, because diehard fans of TAGS believe it to be true. Mayberry is Mt. Airy and Mt. Airy is Mayberry.
A radio talk show host recently asked whether the show’s portrayal of the region was realistic or accurate. My response is that in some ways this question does not matter. Television is meant to entertain people, which TAGS did very successfully. But if we are going to go there, we can think about this from two different angles: one is Griffith’s, the other is about the reality that existed in Mt. Airy, upon which it is believed the show is based.
Most people associated with TAGS acknowledge that the show reflected Andy Griffith’s vision, which he has repeatedly said was to tell universal stories about goodness that reflected the values he grew up with. So, who are we to argue that what he presented was not an accurate representation of his own experience?
Then there is Mayberry, the setting for the show. Was it realistic in presenting a small southern town like Mt. Airy? Here, one could argue both for and against realism. On the one hand, it appears there are no African Americans living in Mayberry. Oprah Winfrey, a self-confessed fan of the show, once asked “Where are the black people?” Historically, Mt. Airy has had a black population, albeit a small one. Therefore, one could argue against realism. Yet it could be that Andy Griffith chose to write about the nostalgic South of his youth, in which he grew up in a primarily white community. If so, then one could say the show was realistic.
What we might all agree on is that Mayberry did not represent the South of the 1960s. Throughout its run on television, The Andy Griffith Show regularly ranked among the top ten most watched shows. It offered a nostalgic portrayal of the region—one that countered the negative images of the region present in the civil rights coverage also being watched by millions on the evening news. The sit-in movement began in Greensboro, North Carolina, just down the road from Mt. Airy. And in Mayberry, the worst thing to happen might be a prisoner on the loose from the state penitentiary who, by the end of the show, will be caught by Andy Taylor.
The point is that it was Andy Griffith’s intention to entertain people through the stories and characters who lived in Mayberry—not make a political statement about civil rights. Moreover, many of its fans, like Oprah Winfrey, are African American. The fact is, the show has universal appeal.
More importantly, especially given today’s reality television programs (a large number of which are set in the South), The Andy Griffith Show didn’t trade in negative stereotypes about the region or southerners. When there were hillbillies on the show, like the Darlings or Ernest T. Bass, they were fully developed characters with endearing, and likeable qualities. Female characters, particularly Andy’s girlfriends Ellie Walker and, later, Helen Crump were educated professional women who had their own homes. In some episodes, their dialogue suggests that they were well aware of the feminist movement of their day.
Television coverage of Griffith’s passing inevitably included interviews with residents of Mt. Airy, still a small southern town. Interestingly, one woman interviewed by a local station here in Charlotte was from New Jersey. She told the reporter that she loved TAGS so much that after attending Mayberry Days—the town’s annual celebration of the show—she moved to Mt. Airy so she could live in a place where people still maintained good values and looked after one another. What this woman sought via her love of The Andy Griffith Show was to return to a different time and place. It is a nostalgic craving for a bygone America, but as it turns out, it is in the South of Mayberry where she thinks it still exists.
I’m just going to speak off the cuff here and not go into any analytical piece about The Andy Griffith Show (TAGS for those in the know) in popular culture. You see, I love that show. I mean LOVE that show. My all-time favorite.
So, it is with some sadness that I write about the passing of Andy Griffith today. As a fellow North Carolinian, I have an appreciation for his humor and of the South that he represented. Yes, I know he had a much broader career than TAGS (starring in movies like Elia Kazan’s A Face in the Crowd, and having a second TV career with Matlock), but it’s my love of TAGS that I want to write about here.
I grew up in Greensboro, North Carolina, and it was my evening ritual to watch reruns of the show at 5pm and again at 5:30pm. Later, when I got to college, I met other fans of the show, even attending an Andy Griffith party dressed as a waitress at the diner. My date came as Malcolm Meriweather (Mayberry’s British visitor) and rode in on his bicycle. My graduate school pal and lifelong friend Kelli Logan and I often traded lines back and forth from various episodes and when we see each other, we still do. At some point, both of us even joined one of the first online discussion boards for TAGSRWC (The Andy Griffith Rerun Watchers Club), a place where we found others doing the same thing–trading lines. It was a testament to the fine writing on the show, half of which was written by Griffith himself. It was also a testament to our insane love of all things Mayberry.
I’ve watched marathons of TAGS on TV Land and videotaped them (when that technology was around) and later traded them in for a much nicer DVD set. I purchased one of the earliest Andy Griffith trivia games, for which only my former neighbors–June Carraway and Gary Washburn–could ever really compete. We all took a trip to Mt. Airy for Mayberry Days one year where we joined thousands of others who shared our passion for the show. There, I got to see the original doors to the courthouse, ate at the Bluebird Diner, and sat for a brief moment in one of the chairs at Floyd’s Barbershop. The line to the Snappy Lunch for a pork chop sandwich was far too long. I also took a few photos with some of the folks who dress like characters from the show.
A couple of years ago, I went to Mt. Airy for a doll exhibit (don’t ask) at the Gertrude Smith House in Mt. Airy. I was there for about a half an hour when all of a sudden there was a commotion because Betty Lynn, who played Thelma Lou, had arrived. You would have thought she was royalty, and in Mt. Airy, she is. It was then that I learned that she had moved to the town and makes her home in an assisted living facility. Even if Hollywood has long since forgotten her, the fans of The Andy Griffith Show still hold her in high esteem. And I must admit, I was a little star struck.
Even more recently, I met a man who works in maintenance at UNC Charlotte who shares my passion for TAGS. After completing some work in my office he noticed two books on my shelf were about the show. He lit up when he found this out and to this day, he leaves TAGS trivia questions posted to my office door. And when he passes me on campus in one of those tiny maintenance vehicles he gives me some sort of TAGS shout out. He’s far better at the trivia than I am, but I appreciate that he keeps me on my toes.
[Above: A clip from one of my favorite episodes “Arrest of the Fun Girls.” That would be Daphne and Skippy for those who might not know their names]
So, Andy Griffith, and particularly TAGS, has been with me through most of my life and his passing feels a little like seeing my own life pass before me. Thankfully, I can pull out those DVDs and watch the show again and again. I never tire of it. It makes me laugh no matter how many times I’ve seen any one episode. I can also engage in banter with others who share my passion. And that’s good for my southern soul.