The other day my wife and I pulled into a gas station where several others were already fueling up. From all appearances, they were “good-ol’-boys”, friendly southern White folks who have risen above the old historically offensive and racially charged “redneck” culture. Good-ol’-boys are light-hearted about their own culture and appreciate the cultures of others. As we filled our tanks, an African American fella pulled up in his ‘hoopty’, gangsta rap booming so loud that it distorted his speakers. With pants sagging, he promptly left his car with the ground shaker blasting, leaving the rest of us in the noise that required us to shout to be heard. Everyone at the pumps was similarly affected and annoyed.
As we left the gas station with our ears ringing, my wife commented, “the ol’ redneck culture meets its progeny.” (I’ll explain this in a bit.) This incident caused the memory of Lil’ Wayne’s tasteless and insolent lyrics from "Future's Karate Chop" to intrude into my mind: "I’m gonna pop a lot of pills / [then] beat that p***y up like Emmett Till…" – disgusting.