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I read a few of the threads from earlier on, but the last few pages really caught my eye, and I'll relate why.
I work for a media outlet out of Sioux City. I took a photog with me to a small town in Nebraska, did my interviews, blah blah blah, and was hit on by one of the residents. What can I say... I'm cute.
The guy who hit on me was an older gentleman, and he was just a total character and I found myself talking to him more and more. He had the faint smell of beer on his breath, and the smell of cigar and Old Spice on his jacket. He reminded me of my grandfather. And because of the beer, he probably would've hit on me even if I looked like his twin brother.
He was entertaining, interesting, and a great storyteller. Later in the conversation as my colleague was off shooting some footage, he very nonchalantly asked if the photographer was my boyfriend.
I said "no," and thought nothing of it, and was told how cheap it was to live in this town, and that it had a great school, blah blah blah. Basically trying to "lure" me there. Not in a bad way, mind you, but extolling the virtues of the town. It sounded like a somewhat practiced 'sales pitch,' but it's common for small towns to do that to get more residents as their populations decline.
I mentioned to my photographer, who was looking to buy a place and settle somewhere permanently, rather than rent in The Dunes that they had houses for sale there, and he said "cool," and walked away to shoot something else. Though I knew realistically that my colleague was a "city boy" and would never think of living in such a small community, I did it as a point of being polite and respectful to this gentleman, as in validating it was a great place to live, and I'll tell others the same, blah blah blah.
The older gentleman I was talking to suddenly had a change in affect. A few minutes later after some small talk about the possible ethanol plant in Elk Point SD and the rising price of gas and cottage cheese, he whispered very softly that the town probably wouldn't be very welcoming of my photographer friend because he happens to be an African American.
His exact words were "I don't think the Colored fella would get along here."
I don't know if this older gentleman was trying to relate his own ethnic biases, or if he was truly and politely telling me that my friend really wouldn't be welcome. My internal question about this seemingly rather nice man's intention bugs me to this day. And I also don't think his use of the word "Colored" had racist implications because of this man's age.
But he added later in the conversation this question: "You're not Jewish, are 'ya?" He then pointed to a house and said "There's a Jewish family..." and I suddenly became uncomfortable, and reached for my cell phone and told him I had a silent ring and needed to answer it. He looked at me incredulously, as I found out later there's really no cell service in this town because of the bluffs.
And this is why the latter part of this thread really caught my attention.
I'm going to play Janet Charlton and/or Michael Musto for a second here:
Pourquoi Non? If you speak a little French you'll figure it out. And yes,
il est en Cedar. (Forgive me for probably totally butchering a beautiful language.)
Take the story for what it's worth, as it was my first and only time ever visiting this town, and it may have just been the drunken ramblings of a talkative, friendly, and amorous old man. Or, he could've been genuinely relating a cultural norm of the attitudes of this particular community. But I'll add that this is the only time someone actually verbalized something like this to me, and I'm trained to get information out of people for a living. In an era of "political correctness" even if someone had these biases, or just their neighbors, it would never be spoken of because of possible social ostracism, blah blah blah.
I'm choosing to believe this was a kind, caring, wonderful, grandfatherly man who was trying to get me to warn (and I'm hesitant to use the word "warn" because it may imply something that's not really there)my friend rather than the other choice. I'm also choosing to believe that the old man was Jewish himself and was looking for a nice Jewish girl, which sparked that second question.
I told the whole story to my colleague in the car on our way back to Sioux City. I simply asked "Is this town racist?" and he replied "Yes. Everybody knows that."
I don't by any means think it's the worst place in Nebraska because I was only there the one time, and it seemed rather charming, actually, and as much as I love South Sioux the property taxes are ridiculous (that's actually my only gripe about South Sioux), but since they are, it's my current "I hate this place" town, but I can certainly see why minorities wouldn't be accepted in the aforementioned town if what was told to me was really something other than the drunken ramblings of a talkative old amorous man.
Would I ever move to that town? No. Do I think it's the worst place in Nebraska? I don't think that either, but I'm also a cute white Catholic girl from East Texas. From the perspective of someone who has their kid made fun of for using a wheelchair or being Mexican, and all the other stuff I've read on this thread about Cedar, I can see why someone would label it as the worst place in Nebraska.
And in a strange way I really hope it is in fact the same town everyone is talking about because I'm an optimistic person and am hoping that this kind of bigotry (or what seems to be bigotry) really is limited to a very small geographical area.
There's so many nuances and such that go missing in a textual format rather than visual, so thanks for indulging a rather long post. I write, hence, I ramble. My English professors HATED me! lol