A recent article in Vanity Fair has caught a lot of heat from the editors at the Trib. Today's editorial from Carlos Sanchez and a blog post from entertainment editor Carl Hoover all say the same thing: we're not hicks.
Evgenia Peretz spent the summer here talking to people about why President Bush spends his long vacations every August in Crawford. She paints a picture of a place with high heat, high and mighty Baptists and people who are mostly clueless as to what is going on in the world.
Believe me, I want to pan her for caricaturizing my home, but the truth is that Waco is what she says it is.
It's Halloween and I'm wearing flip-flops and a t-shirt, does that tell you how hot this place is? And no matter what you say about the people who broke the rules and we dancing and drinking before 1996, you still can't go five feet without tripping over a Baptist in this city. There are well over 100 churches for the estimated 100,000 people in the Greater Waco area. And you can't sit in a Starbucks without someone sitting down with you and asking if you have a personal relationship with Jesus.
And if you did a poll of the residents of Crawford, I am confident that 90% would say the economy is great, Saddam had WMD and was behind 9/11 and that George W. Bush is the smartest man on earth. Before the election last year, I ventured to enemy territory every once in a while to ask people why they supported Bush. Some were voting for him simply because he has a "ranch" in Crawford. Others had a more disturbing reason: Bush doesn't like terrorists.
I asked them if they thought John Kerry did and they would respond "Yes." That's what scares me.
Waco is becoming a "big city." We're getting new shopping complexes, great new restaurants and more people. But everyone still thinks in the same small-town, small-minded way that the residents of Crawford. If you come to Central Texas, you will find people who are uber-religious and think it is their duty in life to run yours. You will find that the heat and the humidity is what kills you. And you will find some of the most gullible rubes on the planet who will send hate mail to anyone who disagrees with them, complete with childish misspellings in all caps.
Go to Austin, you'll be much happier.