From Ocracoke Island, NC (ococker)
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Iโll never forget my first trip home to run supplies after Hurricane Helene.
Most areas were still without cell service. The road through Sandy Mush was washed out in places heading over the ridgeโcrumbled, falling straight into the valley below. We crossed it to deliver supplies anyway. Clyde looked like a scene out of an apocalyptic movie. My hometown mayor, Zeb Smathers, had his work boots on and was carrying 50 lb bags of dog food at the donation center.
When I finally made my way into the arms of my family, they looked like they hadnโt showered in days. They were tired and worked to the bone from helping their neighbors and church. My family, whoโd seen so much devastation, werenโt sitting around waiting. They were putting in the work.
The second trip was worse. Thatโs the first time I went to Swannanoa after the storm. The road wasnโt just washed away; it was gone. Businesses had slipped off the riverbank into the river. Stuffed animals hung in trees. And the smell? I have nightmares about it.
That was the same trip when I saw families in tentsโI stopped and gave them gift cards.
When I wasnโt home in the mountains, I was glued to X, sharing all the information I could. That was my life for months: posting hourly updates, directing supplies, coordinating with volunteers. From the time I woke up until I went to bed, I lived and breathed Hurricane Helene.
I did that because I am a hillbilly.
During all of that, I took note of how little attention the media paid to the biggest disaster Appalachia has probably ever seen. I noticed the way hillbilly victims were villainized by journalists. I watched my governor drag his feet and our president send billions to Ukraine while my people were hurting.
Those of us who spoke up were accused of grifting, lying, spreading propaganda.
But my fellow hillbillies know the truth. Want to hear it straight from the source?
Watch Scars on the Mountain.
In 1607, Pastor John Robinson was arrested for trying to flee England to escape religious persecution. He was a Puritanโthe minister who would later help organize the Plymouth colony. Eventually, he found refuge in Holland. He's my 10th great-grandfather.
In 1661, Christopher Nicholson and his brother were marched to the gallows in Boston. A noose was placed around Christopher's neck. They were whipped until they bled, jailed, and stripped of much of what they owned. Their crime? They were Quakers. Their fisherman father had drowned, their mother was arrested, and even after they were found innocent, the persecution didn't stop. Christopher eventually escaped to Perquimans County, North Carolina. He's my 9th great-grandfather.
On June 11, 1782, Colonel William Crawford was captured near present-day Wyandot County, Ohio. He endured hours of torture before he was scalped and burned alive. His nephew suffered a similar fate. They were my 4th- and 5th-great-grand uncles.
My family tree is full of people who suffered.
So is yours.
That's the story of humanity. Every race. Every religion. Every nation. Every people group. Given enough time, you'll find ancestors who were victims and ancestors who were perpetrators.
History is messy because people are messy.
So no.
I don't carry guilt for the color of my skin any more than someone else should carry guilt for theirs.
Judging people by the actions of long-dead ancestors isn't justice. It's prejudice.
If we're ever going to move forward, we have to stop assigning inherited guilt and start judging people by the content of their own character.
DrRay sent me these...cause I'm gonna be a Hippy Weds...
LMFAO....I would 100% wear these pants today!
Love them...may have to find a pair on some vintage website...
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