What would you do if the KKK decided not just to put its headquarters near your house, but start a youth camp to train young people "to be a voice of racial redemption"?
This happened in July 2015 in Harrison, Arkansas.
You might be a little annoyed, right?
When Rachel Luster, a librarian, community organizer, and arts and community advocate in the Ozark region, saw this headline on Raw Story, it got real: "Klan camp: KKK developing 'a mighty army' of white nationalists at five day training in July."
A lifetime Ozarker, she was more than annoyed. She was ready to act.
"I had this visceral reaction and I didn't know what I was going to do, but as a human being and as an Ozarker, I had to do something about this." — Rachel Luster
She spoke with members of community organizations across the South, including Black Lives Matter activists who were protesting Klan rallies in Charleston, South Carolina in the wake of the removal of the Confederate flag.
It's a pretty typical hashtag campaign, using the hashtags #NotMyOzarks and #RuralNotRacist to spread their message of love.
Looking at all the images, you see a picture of rural America that you just don't see elsewhere.
I spoke at length with Rachel on the phone, and she had some important things to say about the culture of silence among rural folks when it comes to race, as well as the need to break that chain.
"We grow up and we're taught ... it's not polite to talk about race or politics or anything like that, and it's also not polite to judge somebody by what color they are or 'who their momma is.'" — Rachel Luster
A heartwarming quote from "To Kill a Mockingbird," drawn on a piece of paper in the shape of Arkansas. Image via Not My Ozarks Facebook.
Rachel continued:
"We don't really talk about things. But for me in particular ... I just feel like the only way it can get better is if we open [ourselves] up to this conversation — even if it's uncomfortable, even if it is awkward."
Cool Missouri farmer guy, keeping it real. MO LOVE.
Thanks to the power of the Internet, people in the Ozarks are pushing back against racism.
The #NotMyOzarks campaign has over 2,000 Facebook Likes, and the number of participants is growing.
Communities that were once living in isolation to come together to stand in solidarity. That makes me happy.
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If you want to join them in their message of love, take a photo of your family and post it using the hashtag #RuralNotRacist and #NotMyOzarks. Or just follow them on Facebook. In the few days I've known about this group, they've gotten hundreds of new Likes.
It's beautiful to watch love surmount hate.
About:
I first heard about this story on a blog called The Daily Yonder, which is the best title for a blog that covers rural goings-on. H/t to the Facebook page The Art of the Rural! And you can follow Rachel Luster on Twitter at @NotMyOzarks.
Here's info from The Daily Yonder on all the groups coming together behind the #NotMyOzarks #NotMyRural #RuralNotRacist campaign:
"You may follow the campaign at #NotmyOzarks, via our Twitter , Instagram and Facebook accounts or join the Facebook event page. The coalition launching the campaign includes the following organizations: SURJ: Showing Up for Racial Justice (Nashville), SONG: Southerners on New Ground, McElroy House: Organization for Cultural Resources, Little Rock Collective Liberation, Fayetteville Free Zone, Russellville for Justice, Omni Center for Peace, Justice, and Ecology, and Occupy the Ozarks along with individuals representing their families and communities."
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Diversity and Equality
Humanity and Culture
Published:
Jul 28, 2015
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When I lived in WV, I was approached by a Clansman came door to door trying to recruit. I told him my employer prohibited me from joining outside organizations. He was okay with that, and left me alone. No way I'm going to make myself a target for this group, no matter how atrocious I feel they are..
I have an issue with the Jehovah's Witnesses coming to my house to recruit me and handing out The Watchtower.. Do I go to their house and hand out blank pamphlets?
Your atheist non-beliefs don't teach you that it is your duty to convert others. Of course - most atheists attempt to do so anyway, even without a God-given command to do so.
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LawyerLady
I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
When I lived in WV, I was approached by a Clansman came door to door trying to recruit. I told him my employer prohibited me from joining outside organizations. He was okay with that, and left me alone. No way I'm going to make myself a target for this group, no matter how atrocious I feel they are..
Wow, really? To your door? That's bold.
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LawyerLady
I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
I've had all kinds of witnesses come to the house. We talk if I feel like it. If not, I tell them no and close the door.
The only ones that get on my nerves are the two brothers on the back side trying to sell me popcorn. Those boys don't know when to stop. With their little uniforms and freshly washed faces smiling up at me. It's popcorn. And not even good popcorn. But we buy it. It's like they have some jedi mind trick thing happening. They will full on Obi Wan you in no time.
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I have an issue with the Jehovah's Witnesses coming to my house to recruit me and handing out The Watchtower.. Do I go to their house and hand out blank pamphlets?
I don't answer my door if I'm not expecting anyone. Nobody who knows me would drop by unannounced.
A Jehovah's Witnesses knocked on my door yesterday, so I answered it and asked if he wanted to come in he said, "Yeah, okay."
I said I'm just making a cup of tea do you want one? He said, "Yeah, sure."
I said I've just made some toast do you want a slice? He said, "Yeah, why not."
I then he sat down and I asked him, "So what now?" He said, "I don't know I've never got this far before!"
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America guarantees equal opportunity, not equal outcome...
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
My grandmother was old & lonely & she used to invite them into my mom's house all the time when she was living there. My mom didn't know. She had a fit when one of her neighbors told her.
When I lived in WV, I was approached by a Clansman came door to door trying to recruit. I told him my employer prohibited me from joining outside organizations. He was okay with that, and left me alone. No way I'm going to make myself a target for this group, no matter how atrocious I feel they are..
Wow, really? To your door? That's bold.
There were a lot of houses that didn't have phones. In 1965, state-of-the-art was a party line ... with 5 parties. No dialing, pick up the receiver and click for the Operator.
In a lot of places, dropping by was the only way to make contact.
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The Principle of Least Interest: He who cares least about a relationship, controls it.
Your atheist non-beliefs don't teach you that it is your duty to convert others. Of course - most atheists attempt to do so anyway, even without a God-given command to do so.
Shucks, I've never tried to convert anyone. What am I missing?
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The Principle of Least Interest: He who cares least about a relationship, controls it.
When I lived in WV, I was approached by a Clansman came door to door trying to recruit. I told him my employer prohibited me from joining outside organizations. He was okay with that, and left me alone. No way I'm going to make myself a target for this group, no matter how atrocious I feel they are..
Wow, really? To your door? That's bold.
There were a lot of houses that didn't have phones. In 1965, state-of-the-art was a party line ... with 5 parties. No dialing, pick up the receiver and click for the Operator.
In a lot of places, dropping by was the only way to make contact.
Ahem. I was not old enough to reach the doorknob in 1965. This occurred in 1997 or 1998. I don't answer the door if I do not know who is knocking, but my boyfriend at the time did.
And when I first moved there, I noticed young people used to "meet up" at the old movie theater parking lot. I thought it was just a hangout, but a black friend of mine tipped me off that it was a klans meeting.