On a hot and very humid day around mother’s day in 1992, I was blessed to be born into a hard working, Southern family. My ancestors, for the most part, have worked the soil in the great Mississippi for many generations. The rest, immigrated from humble beginnings with religions quite foreign to this land. All of my forefathers have fought in all the major wars, both foreign and domestic. I am proud of my heritage, my family’s legacy, and the country and state I call home. I have been blessed with a loving family, friends of all shapes and sizes, and a place like no other that ever calls me home. I love the sound of a hot rain as it falls on a tin roof, the smell of freshly blossomed magnolias, and the sensation of mud between my toes as I walk the banks of Old Man River. All of these things I hold near and dear to my heart and would fight till my last breath to defend the things I hold dear safe. However, there comes a point and time in one’s life to move on. No longer do I walk the halls of my tiny high school. My time as a student at The University of Mississippi has come to an end. Mississippi, with all of her majesty and glory, has taught me all she could, for now. Now I must move on to better and greater things. Now I must show the world what Mississippi has to offer. Now I must make old Alma Mater proud for making me her son. Now I must go and learn and grow so that I may one day return a changed citizen so that I may help those that live in the great state of Mississippi. There are memories and cherished times I will not forget. There are things, I’m sure, that will forever be in my heart. However, it is time. It is time to put away childish things and put on the new man. It is time to put on the whole armor of God and fight the good fight. It is time to be thankful for where I have been and look towards a brighter tomorrow. I love my great state, our great land, and my momma, but I cannot stand idle in these days. There needs to be an intervention, there needs to be hope, there needs to be a change. I am now, and forever a proud Mississippian, Southerner and American, but this great land we call home is in a dark and depressed time. Churches are no longer sacred. Citizens who are equal are not and fear for their lives. Lives are not cherished and hatred is bountiful. No one experience is the same, no voice the same sound, no hurt the same hurt. We are in a dark and depressed time and it is time for a change. It will be slow, it will be hard. Somethings will change, some will not. I fear for the future, I fear for my home, I fear for all who call this great land home. No longer will I hear the band play Dixie, as Dixie has lost its steam. I will always love the land I call home, I will always love the South, my beloved Dixie, but no longer can I stand idle, no longer can I turn away, now I must look forward, and fight for a better tomorrow. Oh Dixie, why don’t you see, you’re hurting you and me. Oh Dixie, don’t you see, you’re not the same as you sue to be. Oh Dixie, don’t you know, your past is starting to show. Oh Dixie, don’t you know, our great land is ready to blow. Oh Dixie, won’t you please, notice all the hurt that I see. Oh Dixie, won’t you please, see the hatred spread like disease. Oh Dixie, you’re hurting me.