Ridge, I wish I met you before moving to NC. I was young, and it was quite a bit of a culture shock. Let me just say the first weekend I was down there, I witnessed a KKK rally.
Slowly, I think I gained the respect of some people because I never missed church, even when on vacation. Some couldn’t understand how I could dare go to a church other than my “home church.” I explained the beauty of Catholic Mass and the universal church. And I simply said, “God doesn’t take vacation, so why should I?” So, I think I impressed a couple of people.
Again I will assume the people are similar. They probably are, because the “southern highlands” are pretty much entirely populated by the same people; mainly Scots-Irish who have been here since before there was a U.S.
My wife is an Indiana Yankee, and moving here was a culture shock for her. But she got used to it, though it took awhile for her to really understand the people.
The KKK is here too, but they’re nothing like what they once were. Now, they’re just a bunch of ultra low-rent goofballs that nobody respects. Nobody pays any attention to them other than law enforcement, and then usually for drunk driving, stealing or dealing drugs.
Respect is a very, very big thing with them, and sometimes it’s difficult not to step on their pride. Never, ever, ever do I, for example, ask one of them to “work for me”. It’s always “can you help me out?” Never do I “give” one of them anything. It’s always “earned” even if it isn’t. There’s always some kind of “this for that” because lots of them think taking charity is demeaning. “Hey, I thought I would bring (not give) you this because you helped me with that. I appreciated it.”
Drinking is funny. I always have helpers if I want them when I work cattle (I have a small cattle operation in addition to my “day job”) Being Catholic, it’s okay for me to have beer afterwards. But it’s not okay for some of them. But if I offer it, they can wink and take it. “Well, can’t be rude and turn you down, you being Catholic and all, ha, ha, ha.”
They seem to expect a high work level out of Catholics, and maybe for good reason. They’ll accept your success if you visibly work harder than anybody else. I guess that’s an identification of religion with ethnicity, because for a time all Catholics around here were “late comers” and not Scots-Irish, but Irish, German, Polish, etc, and did have a rather different work ethic than a lot of the locals.
I remember one time when a local protestant lady (of Evangelical bent) asked me why Catholics eat blood. I was just astounded and couldn’t figure out why she thought that. Well, after some confusing moments I realized she had gotten that impression from a local Polish harvest festival at which various Polish dishes, including czarnina (duck’s blood soup) were sold. It took me awhile to persuade her that was a Polish thing, not a Catholic thing. She obviously identified anything Polish with 'Catholic" and, learning about czarnina, assumed all Catholics did the same.
One of my grandfathers was Alpine Italian. Alpine Italians apparently are extraordinarily hard workers and very good farmers. He was a farmer and a very effective one. Anyway, he was put to wonder about some of the local hillbillies who would come to him once/week in the dead of winter to buy three or four bales of hay for their milk cows. Eventually he asked one of them why he didn’t just buy a whole winter’s supply at once instead of coming every week for a handful of bales. “Don’t need 'em all at once” was the response. “Well, I can see that. No reason to haul more than you need.” my grandfather responded, realizing the man probably didn’t have barn space for more but didn’t want to admit it. My grandfather was a very thoughtful man and learned how to treat them as they wished to be treated, and charitably. After his death, a local bluegrass group even recorded a song about him.
Oh yes, our relatively new bishop is from Knoxville, Tenn, and refers to himself as a “hillbilly”. His parents were converts. People like him a lot.