Rednecks

Rednecks Long time ago when a man called Goldwater was running for president, I was walking along a road just outside Mobile, Alabama. What I was doing there is long forgotten but I recall having a day off from my ship, and going from bar to bar. I did notice that the sidewalk was weedy clearly people did no walking. A pickup truck stopped, three burley men wanted to give me a lift, dared not refuse they had gun racks and armed for civil war that steadfastly refused to appear. They asked me about Goldwater whom I had read about in “Newsweek” but I stated ignorance. They drove me back to Mobile and I assured them I loved America; gave me a six-pack, warned me not to speak to black people and commies. I was told they were rednecks; which I know see as sort of countryside workers with broken cars in the front yard. They did look like the men who bullied and broke shop windows, own by Jewish shopkeepers, before the last world war two.