It is easy to look past inequality
I am a white retiree who grew up during the Civil Rights era. My ancestors fought for the Confederacy. I attended an almost all-white high school whose mascot was the Rebels. At football games, a pretend Confederate soldier galloped on horseback along the sidelines, waving a Confederate flag while the band played “Dixie.” We loudly repeated the chant: The South Shall Rise Again. I loved the romantic feel of the Confederacy at Six Flags Over Texas.