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Midnight Music Confessions
McKinney’s Kollege Klub
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My undergraduate college experience shaped me into an English/Political Science major who loved dense and difficult books. I’ll defend my love of Faulkner and Constitutional interpretation to the end of my life. I often wonder if any member of the current Supreme Court has read Light in August or Absalom, Absalom! I’m pretty sure that the now senior senator from my home state hasn’t.
But I don’t want to focus here on the important legal decision as to whether an American can also be a white nationalist and a racist, because in my heart outside of Dixie, I know that the answer is a defiant, definite yes, mainly because so many in American history “don’t give a damn about their bad constitution (reputation).”
You know that when someone says they are “110 percent against racism” that he’s playing with a fiery cross somewhere.
Which brings me to the other part of my undergrad education at a university located in the geographic center of the state of Alabama.
Both the campus of the University of Montevallo and the town from which it sprang were defiantly dry. That, of course, didn’t stop a semi-student, a friend of a college friend, Sam, from carting a whole case of Budweiser through my freshman dorm and…