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Yesterday a Total Stranger Called me White Trash

Yesterday a Total Stranger Called me White Trash Not Forgotten Yesterday a Total Stranger Called me White Trash Tone Blevins Yesterday a total stranger called me white trash. On my quiet suburban street walking my dogs. I guess the fact that it's a middle-class neighborhood was the reason he left off the "poor." Before being insulted for my family and my family's family, I was alternately amused, shocked, and wary. But the definite bottom-line question was: How did he know? But first things first. I am a crossbreed of Irish-English settlers and black-Caribbean with some Native American thrown in to spice things up. I am brown, middle-aged, with curly hair and long arms. I was born and raised in a small mountain town in North Carolina. When a stranger calls me white trash, I am not confused or angry. I know I have been insulted, but I am simply amazed. This stranger, with superior visual sophistication had disregarded skin color, age, sex, and socioeconomic indicators to come up with his remark. Not to mention everything that I thought had been dissolved in me by my education, travel, and lifestyle. What in my body language, attitude, and personality made a complete stranger call me white trash? After http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Southern Cultures University of North Carolina Press

Yesterday a Total Stranger Called me White Trash

Southern Cultures , Volume 1 (4) – Jan 4, 1995

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Not Forgotten Yesterday a Total Stranger Called me White Trash Tone Blevins Yesterday a total stranger called me white trash. On my quiet suburban street walking my dogs. I guess the fact that it's a middle-class neighborhood was the reason he left off the "poor." Before being insulted for my family and my family's family, I was alternately amused, shocked, and wary. But the definite bottom-line question was: How did he know? But first things first. I am a crossbreed of Irish-English settlers and black-Caribbean with some Native American thrown in to spice things up. I am brown, middle-aged, with curly hair and long arms. I was born and raised in a small mountain town in North Carolina. When a stranger calls me white trash, I am not confused or angry. I know I have been insulted, but I am simply amazed. This stranger, with superior visual sophistication had disregarded skin color, age, sex, and socioeconomic indicators to come up with his remark. Not to mention everything that I thought had been dissolved in me by my education, travel, and lifestyle. What in my body language, attitude, and personality made a complete stranger call me white trash? After

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Southern CulturesUniversity of North Carolina Press

Published: Jan 4, 1995

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