Now I don’t normally visit with Republicans for any length of time, especially the Tea Party type. But travel is both broadening and confining, as I learned this week. I was seated next to the window on a recent flight, when a weathered, old cowboy boarded the plane, took the seat on the aisle, and plopped his ten gallon hat on the seat between us. The flight attendant immediately told him he would have to put the hat under the seat, but it didn’t fit. She finally allowed the hat to occupy the middle seat since no passenger seemed to want the space next to the chatty guy with the ostrich skin boots.
Harry, as he soon introduced himself, was from—you guessed it—Texas, and he had boarded the plane with the clear intention of talking to anyone in range of his voice. I finally put my Kindle aside and decided I would treat the occasion as an opportunity to get a Texan’s perspective on the 2012 presidential campaign.
As my new seat mate rambled on during the next two hours, I discovered that he was scared. Scared life wasn’t going to be good for his kids—not that it had been all that great for him, as it turned out. Harry was also afraid of “them people,” code for anyone whose complexion was darker or opinion differed than his. He was especially fearful of liberals and despised Lyndon Johnson for what he gave away to “them people.”
Harry described himself as a borderline Tea Partier, about to jump into the pot. He was for Rick Perry, mainly because he was a Texan—though he had been unwilling to cut LBJ that slack. Even so, Harry seemed intrigued by my deviant political views.
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