CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
August 6, 1989
Almost every city in the Deep South has a main thoroughfare named for the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. People down there say his name with respect and reverence. Having come to Southern California from Oxford, Miss., I was dismayed to find that San Diego is sometimes a more redneck town than the one I left, especially on this issue. Here in San Diego, we stripped King's name from the street signs downtown. We waffled like crazy over affixing his name to the new Convention Center.
CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
August 5, 1989
I read, with complete distaste, Tom Clancy's column on terrorism ("Cowardly Impotence Reigns," Op-Ed Page, Aug. 2). I must say that his opinion is as reptilian as his redneck novels. His shoot-em-up Teddy Roosevelt mentality totally ignores the reasoning that leads to these atrocities. These terrorists, depending on your viewpoint, reacted to an act of kidnap. Surely the Israelis, super strategists that they are, knew something like this was likely. Clancy implies that our reaction should be similar to the KGB, who mutilated a man to get Soviet citizens returned.
May 8, 1989 |
Tangled Up in Blue by Larry Duplechan (St. Martin's Press: $16.95; 288 pages) "Tangled Up in Blue" is so tangled up in a web of blurb-misrepresentation that it will be a wonder if it ever finds its real audience. On the other hand, this book is so primitively written, so cliche-ridden, that that might not be a total misfortune. That, in turn, brings up another question: Must sexual and sociological matters always be dealt with in the loftiest prose? Must ill-educated human beings be denied literature that speaks their own language?
July 22, 1987 |
Whenever Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Sweet Home Alabama" comes on the jukebox at Gary Epps' favorite bar here--a redneck hangout on the fringe of downtown--Epps has to fight back the urge to go over and stomp holes into the speakers. Epps, a 29-year-old "Southerner by birth but Georgian by the grace of God," cannot stand Alabama or anything about the state and its people. "They're the most screwed-up people on earth. They ain't nothing like Georgians.
April 12, 1987 |
Charlie Byrd, 39, in his third month in office as the first black sheriff ever elected in California, doesn't consider Siskiyou a redneck county. He ought to know. He was born and reared in this sparsely populated county of 42,000 along the Oregon border. He has lived here all his life. "Conservative, yes. Redneck, no," insists the 6-foot-2, 250-pound Byrd, who grinned and added: "I'm a redneck when it comes to crime."
October 12, 1986 |
Revenge of the Hicks had a nice run Saturday as the Hayseeds of Washington State, playing in their own pleasantly bucolic setting, the straw sticking out of their helmets, blew away the big city boys of USC. Score one, finally, for the farmers and dairy managers who are presumed to constitute WSU. Well, score one for the long-suffering Cougars, anyway.