Gone South: Talibama Dreaming
By Harvey Jackson
01-26-2005
“Some time ago a crazy dream came to me ...”
— Bob Dylan
The other night I dreamed that Roy Moore was elected governor.
And the Big Mules, the supporters of the status quo, the rich and powerful who want to stay that way, rejoiced. They figured that Gov. Moore would expend so much energy putting up monuments, defining marriage, and taking the choice out of “pro-choice” that he wouldn’t have time for mundane matters like making rich folks pay their fair share of what it takes to run the state.
Rejoicing ratcheted up a notch when Gov. Moore picked John Giles as his finance director. Having spent years with the Christian Coalition collecting anonymous donations from anonymous donors and using that money to convince folks who ought to know better that except for undisplayed commandments, feminists and gays, God likes Alabama the way it is, Giles was their guy. Shouts of joy echoed in the halls of agri-business, beneath the bowers of the pine-plantations, in the boardrooms of banks, the inner sanctums of insurance companies and at country club brunches.
Then Moore appointed Rep. Gerald Allen as Minister of Cultural Correctness and with Justice Tom Parker’s blessing, the acrid smell of burning books filled the air.
Didn’t bother the Mules much. They’re not readers anyway.
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