Howdy, everyone. This is my first post of the New Year (other than my New Year’s wish, of course).
If you are a television addict, like myself, then you know that The Beverly Hillbillies are coming to TV Land. Well, in actuality they have already come to TV Land. Starting with the marathon they ran today.
I must say how much I loved the Beverly Hillbillies growing up. I use to live for the reruns. Granny and Ellie May were my favorites. I have this thing for strong women and those two women were strong both physically and mentally. I especially loved Granny. She would wrestle grown men, fight gorillas and everything else. She made me feel like my Grandmother could do anything (and I was a grandmother’s boy).
I also must say that to this very day, I still find the Beverly Hillbillies to be quite amusing. The writing still cracks me up. The characters were well written and cute as hell, although it is unbelievable that in all the time they stayed in Beverly Hills they never managed to assimilate into society.
Anyway, the reason that I brought this up is because while I was looking at the Beverly Hillbillies, I realized something. Something that you don’t realize as a child, but becomes painstakingly clear when you mature and become more tainted.
GRANNY….That bitch was a racist! That’s right, we all know it. That damn Confederate flag. The thought of the South rising again. Oh, sure, the episode where that tried the lynch the black guy was all funny when I was a kid, but now I see that shit as the offensive piece of propaganda that it is. No wonder I named this site the name it is. I have been brainwashed by years of watching the Beverly Hillbillies.
Who remembers that episode where Mr. Drysdale calls that black guy in his bank a nigger? Anybody? These where horrible things for a young, impressionable young man of color (that color being brown), to bare witness to. I feel hoodwinked…bamboozled. Like Plymouth Rock just landed on my ass. And yet, I still have my DVR set to record every last episode. Not for the entertainment of it, of course, but to document all of the levels of racism.
-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.