A drama has been unfolding at The University of Alabama over the last couple of days. Actually, I’m sure it has been unfolding longer than that, but it’s become public only recently. The issue? Segregation (whispered like any mention of cancer). It’s a real issue…for the 1950s, for crying out loud!
I love the South. I do. I love the “sirs” and “ma’ams,” I love the live oak trees and Spanish moss, I love the accents, I love the genteel manner people affect even if they are jerks. One of the things I don’t love is that racism is alive and well here, y’all. And when it rears its ugly head, people gasp in shock and fling themselves down on their fainting couch while fanning themselves with a copy of Southern Living.
After many years (as I understand it) of having completely segregated sororities and fraternities, someone got their knickers in a twist this year. And now it’s a thing. A thing significant enough to require a video made by the university President.
And it warrants “The Final Stand at the Schoolhouse Door” by the students. A 7:00 a.m. protest that some of my students claimed was usurped by the administration as (and I quote) “a photo opp,” diminishing its significance.
But let’s be fair. The students creating this event probably had a multitude of motives too. Some surely truly feel outraged at the occurrence. But if they are so outraged, why hasn’t something been done proactively in previous years before the opportunity to just react to Dr. Bonner’s video? (And maybe something has been done – enlighten me in the comments. I’d love to know.). Some are looking to make news (they succeeded). Some just want to be part of a cause, any cause. In my college days it was South Africa and apartheid. I had friends dragged away by police for building a shanty town on the administration building steps. They couldn’t have been happier about it.
I’m not saying it’s not a good idea to strike while the iron is hot. But like some of my students, I call bullshit. This has been going on far too long. And it’s being carried into the public on the back of a VIP’s daughter who didn’t get the bid for her sorority of choice.
Segregation is bigger than this one girl. It’s bigger than the Greek system. It’s bigger than the university. It’s an issue that presumably has already been resolved. Catch up, people! I want to put whole chunks of the South in a time machine and bring them into the present.
I’m usually very proud to be a Southerner. But today…not so much.
Carpe the future.
[The comments in this blog are my personal opinions and reflections and do not reflect in any way the opinions or actions of The University of Alabama, it’s administration, faculty, or students.]