Who’s Country?
by Tommy Craggs
For an unusually vivid demonstration of how race is made and remade in the United States, we turn to Asa Blanton, nursing student at Indiana State University. “I’m sorry,” she says, addressing her own camera, “but if you’re Black, you’re not country.”
She goes on:
I… I don’t care. And I wish—I meant that in the nicest way. But like… babe, I know you were raised in the country, or your grandparents were, I guess, your great-granny and grandpas, but… they was picking, OK? They wasn’t planting. Just keep that in mind. They wasn’t making money. They was getting sold for money. You ain’t country.
The video is worth watching, if only to appreciate the pursed-lip simpering of Blanton’s performance. She is all suppressed indignation. She minces and mugs. She shoots her eyebrows off in the general direction of the Indiana Dunes. She cocks her head, blinking in hammy exasperation, the face of someone who is preparing to enforce an HOA covenant. It is, in its marshaling of little gestures of superiority, a theater of genteel crackerism.
It’s a paywall, but a small one
Read this post and get our weekdaily newsletter for $3 a month