My home state of Delosa has three or four somewhat distinct regions. Southeastern Delosa has a somewhat heavy Germanic culture, so much so that it is sometimes referred to as Bavariana, after the East German province from which it picked up a vastly disproportionate number of immigrants. Clancy is from out that way. Colosse is in the central-western part of the state and is generally considered part of the southwestern section of the state. West of Colosse is where Delosa’s southern culture starts getting muddled as it starts picking up some of the French culture of Louisiana and the oil culture of the central-southern states. Colosse is sometimes considered an entity unto itself both because it’s an international city and becomes it sometimes has the scorn of the rest of the state as as rural and urban Delosa fight for state funds. The fourth part of the state, including most of the central part, known derisively as the White T.
It is an unfortunate thing that to get from Colosse, where I live, to Beyreuth, where Clancy comes from, one has to drive through the southern branch of the T. Some of it is logistical. The cops in that part of the state are notoriously corrupt. Dixonian license plate prefixes are different depending on which part of the state you are from, making it easy for a cop to immediately tell out-of-town cars. The Ivorian cops intentionally target people from outside the area. And it’s more than just a matter of it being a speed trap. My brother got a ticket for having signalled for too long before changing lanes. A friend got a ticket for “accelerating too quickly” (below the speed limit the entire time). Basically, if they want to get you they can. And if you’re an out-of-towner, if you’re young, and if you’re alone, the chances aren’t bad that they will want to get you.
But worse than that logistical issue is the moral issue. It’s the part of the state that represents the worst of the south. Poverty combined with corruption, but more than any of that is the racism. The most infamous town there is Davidsport. Davidsport is a town of about 14,000 with not one of them being black. Homeowners refused to sell to blacks and apartment owners were good at finding reasons not to rent to them. Out of town banks even found reasons not to lend money to blacks because their investment wasn’t safe when considering their neighbors. Eventually the federal government got involved and forced the neighborhood to allow a black family to move in. They lasted less than six months, as did the two families that followed. Eventually they gave up because black families were less than enthusiastic to move into a town where they were so clearly unwelcome.
I have stopped in Davidsport twice. One time we were coming back from a party and there was a black guy among us. It was silly, but even in broad daylight we had someone accompanying him at all times. Coming from a multicultural city, there really is something quite creepy about a town that is entirely white. Especially when you know that it’s not an accident. I accidentally stopped in Davidstown on my way back to Colosse over Christmas. I had thought I was at the next town over.
I kicked myself when I realized that I had patroned a Davidsport business, even if it was just for gas.
In the (conscious or unconscious) minds of many whites, blacks and black culture are disconcerting. They represent urban crime, welfare queens, and so on. More than a couple people I know that swear they aren’t racist are concerned when they get a black neighbor because of what it will do to property values (it’s not them, you understand, but other people).
The ironic thing is that racism aside, Davidsport is about as crummy as a town can get. There used to be a billboard just outside town limits that accused a former mayor of murdering someone and the town council of covering it up. The billboard was knocked out by a hurricane that hit a year or two back, but one had to look twice to see the effects of the hurricane because a number of the buildings and gas stations have been boarded up for years. Less than one-in-twenty have a college degree (I just looked that stat up) and few with an education would ever want to live there.
But at least they’ve got their pride.