Throughout the lecture all I could think was, "Greensboro? Tara? Why doesn't Professor Hubbs come to Sand Mountain, Alabama?" I feel like I have grown up in an area that is full of the "old south" sense of community, relationships, and loyalty. We may not have grand plantation style homes with wrap around porches and hundred year old weeping willows in the front yards around every corner, but in that sense of community, relationships, and loyalty, we are distinctively southern...and I have always hated it.
One can look at different streets in my town and, for the most most part, not just tell who lives on that street, but who's FAMILY lives on that street. In some cases the street will even be the sir name of the family. It's eerie in a way. People grow up on Sand Mountain and they have kids. Their kids will come back to live on Sand Mountain and they will have kids. Their kids will grow up...and so on. In most cases, the families (grandparents, kids, grandkids) will end up on the same street or same piece of land because that is how it has always been done. I read last year in my local newspaper about a few older citizens who have never left Sand Mountain. NEVER. This amazed me. I mean yeah, ok, I guess loyalty is a good thing in some cases, but THAT loyal? I could not imagine living a life in which I had never seen a city, ocean, or any other animal besides a cow.
My family, however, is a little different. We are "transplants". My mom was a traveling "city girl", my dad was a corn bread eatin', rockin' chair sitten', cotton pickin', country boy from south Alabama. And somehow we ended up as aliens to this warped universe called Sand Mountain. I don't have grandparents, and the rest of my family is scattered across America. We don't live on "Wilson Road." And I DON'T plan on moving back to Sand Mountain to raise my kids. Wow, my family is weird. We don't "fit in" with the rest of my community. I don't fit in, I guess like Gretchen didn't fit in in our story today. (Except I'm not a disturbed child that throws things in toilets and chases her imaginary enemy.

) During an interveiw for a county wide leadership program when I was asked the question, "Do you plan to return to Sand Mountain after college?" I was criticized for answering "No." So I kind-of "get" the whole southern community concept... and being excluded from it.
As far as being loyal, what stuck with me after the forum was one of the things Professor Hubbs said about loyalty. "Inclusion and exclusion...the dark side of loyalties." We can't be loyal to everyone. I guess I am a naive idealist, but I always thought you could be loyal to everyone. You can't. Like Dr. Hubbs, and Dr. Tatter both touched on, having a loyalty to one group means you can't be loyal to another group. I thought your questions were interesting, Dr. Tatter, about one's loyalty to their faith and heaven being an exclusive community. Although I have been taught the concept of "Heaven and Hell" my entire life, and as a Christian I should believe it, I really have a hard time doing so. I want to believe that everyone's faith is the "right one." I have a really hard time believing that my Hindu friends are going to Hell. I'm sure some think that I am not loyal to my Christian faith because I can't believe that mine is the only religion that is right. I just don't like the idea that Heaven is exclusive. I know I should believe that Heaven is exclusive, but I can't. I like to think of my God as a loving and merciful God, not a scary, fire throwing, damning God.
Wow. I'm sorry I wrote so much. I hope I made some sense. Props to those of you who read this after seeing how long it was;). I hope everyone has a good weekend!