Wednesday, May 27, 2009
I grew up in a small town. I currently live on a street that is closely surrounded by two small towns and my nearest grocery store is another small town away.
I have fabulous memories of small-town living - hours spent outside, building forts, hiking through trails, discovering CC Tree, playing in fields.
I went to high school in a larger town and then immediately went to Humber College in Etobicoke for journalism, doing my work placement at The Villager in the Bloor West Village.
I had no trouble going from small-town girl to big-city woman.
But if you listened to city dwellers, particularly those born and raised in the city, you would think that anyone who grew up or chooses to live in a small town must be a redneck.
Why is that?
Why is it OK to make prejudicial remarks about people who live in a small towns?
I expect many “city folk” are racist as noted by the number of hate crimes you read about in the city papers.
It’s been my experience that if you are a good person, a good neighbour, other things simply don’t matter.
“Country folk” like people who are friendly, who don’t mind stopping to chat and lending anything from power tools to a cup of sugar.
So I am sure people will forgive me if I get a little angry if people assume that because you live in a small town, you must be a redneck.