So a few days ago, I read an article about some well off Trump-supporting retirees in Central Florida. Much like some of their brethren in the Panhandle where I used to live, they waxed nostalgic about the old days when “there’s law and order and people take care of each other”
Slacktivist reminds us the world they’re nostalgic for was one where segregation was quiet and orderly and black people didn’t fuss too much (“Eight Negros on roster to be housed and fed in private homes, not at team headquarters at Floridian Hotel, Tampa. Both club and hotel said they never had difficulty and not rocking the boat.”).
To be fair, some of them may not actively long for Jim Crow to come back, or for blacks to sit in the back of the bus. But I have a strong feeling they’d be okay with it. Certainly preferable to all that marching and complaining black people did, or when they insisted on getting into good white schools. The world was so much nicer when black people just stayed quiet.
As Martin Luther King said, it’s always nice and peaceful when the Israelites are content to sit and make bricks. It’s never peaceful when they start pushing to get out of Egypt. But loss of peace is the only way to get to the Promised Land.