We seem to be in a strange period of history, where white people always forget that all their white ancestors forced black people to pick cotton in an open field while white people enjoyed a relaxing life of tea and luxury. Just look at all the privilege white people enjoyed away from plantations:
I'll bet their meals, housing and clothing was even accounted for. And just look at all the occupational illnesses and dangers that they wriggled out of: black lung (sic) and other respiratory diseases, kidney diseases, deafness due to noise, collapsing roofs, workplace fires, blasts other deadly disasters, like towns washed away in black waste water. These are things that no white person has ever heard of, which were all a destructive part of the agrarian, slave plantation South that blacks had to endure.
Fortunately, for future posterity, singer and songwriter Loretta Lynn decided to write a tune about how privileged her white family was as she was growing up, in case anyone ever forgets:
I'll bet their meals, housing and clothing was even accounted for. And just look at all the occupational illnesses and dangers that they wriggled out of: black lung (sic) and other respiratory diseases, kidney diseases, deafness due to noise, collapsing roofs, workplace fires, blasts other deadly disasters, like towns washed away in black waste water. These are things that no white person has ever heard of, which were all a destructive part of the agrarian, slave plantation South that blacks had to endure.
Fortunately, for future posterity, singer and songwriter Loretta Lynn decided to write a tune about how privileged her white family was as she was growing up, in case anyone ever forgets:
Well, I was born a coal miner's daughter in a cabin on a hill in Butcher Holler. We were poor, but we had love. That's the one thing that daddy made sure of. He shoveled coal to make a poor man's dollar.
My daddy worked all night in the Van Lear coal mine. All day long in the field a hoein' corn. Mommy rocked the babies at night. And read the Bible by the coal oil light. And everything would start all over come break of morn'.
Daddy loved and raised eight kids on a miner's pay. Mommy scrubbed our clothes on a washboard everyday. Well, I've seen her fingers bleed to complain there was no need. She'd smile in mommy's understanding way.
In the summertime, we didn't have shoes to wear. But in the wintertime we'd all get a brand new pair. From a mail order catalog, money made from sellin' a hog. Daddy always managed to get the money somewhere.
Yeah, I'm proud to be a coal miner's daughter. I remember well, the well where I drew water. The work we done was hard. At night we'd sleep 'cause we were tired. I never thought of ever leavin' Butcher Holler.
Well, a lot of things have changed since way back then. And it's so good to be back home again. Not much left but the floor, nothin' lives here anymore. Except the memories of a coal miner's daughter.
