No, we really, really are (boldface mine):
About 50 activists marching from Ferguson to Jefferson City encountered a hostile counter-protest Wednesday in Rosebud.
About 200 people met the marchers as they reached Rosebud around noon, activists said. A display of fried chicken, a melon and a 40-ounce beer bottle had been placed in the street. A Confederate flag flew. Counter-protestors shouted racial epithets.
Rhea Willis of Velda City, Missouri, said she saw a boy she estimated to be 8 years old holding a sign that read, “Go home.”
Somebody shot the window out of the back of one of the buses traveling with the march, dubbed by the NAACP as the Journey for Justice. The outer pane of glass broke. The bullet landed in the windowsill, the driver said….
Doug McQuery of Bland, Missouri, wore a T-shirt stating his support for police officer Darren Wilson who shot and killed unarmed teenager Michael Brown in August. The grand jury’s decision not to indict Wilson sparked protests, both nonviolent and violent across the country.
McQuery said he thought it was fine if activists wanted to burn down their own town, but said he wasn’t going to stand for that elsewhere. He said he didn’t know the NAACP’s march would be peaceful.
At least they didn’t hang any nooses. Also, Mr. McQuery? The fear you irrationally feel toward the NAACP? That’s how many of us, even some white people, feel whenever we think about you owning firearms. Just saying.
Maybe the display was set up by a bunch of 75 year old recidivist segregationists, but I doubt that. Fifty years–two generations–after the Freedom Rides this shit still happens. These immoral beliefs have been passed down, like family heirlooms. It’s safe to say that white people haven’t made enough progress.
Before we make too much fun of the heartland, let’s not forget that somehow a bunch of Staten Islanders decided to not file any charges against the killers of Eric Garner–mind you, not find him guilty, simply decide there was enough evidence for a trial.
Faulkner was right: the past isn’t even past.