Every since Jesse Helms died a few weeks ago I’ve wanted to write about it. His death reminds me that evil does die, sometimes it just takes a little longer than usual. His death means that there is a generation of people whose purpose in live seemed to revolve around the oppression and subjugation of others who are all dead or dying. Is it wrong that this makes me happy?

I mean, I’m southern and proud of it dammit (sometimes, at least) and I’ve lived in North Carolina for a number of years, so I’m quite familiar with Jesse; the homophobic, racist, asshole . I know a bit about his hatred of blacks and gays. I’ve heard for years about how strongly he opposed civil rights for Blacks and the way he killed a black man’s chance to be NC’s governor. I remember reading about how he reportedly said that NC should fence off Chapel Hill and call it a zoo (there are a large, active gay community in Chapel Hill). I know about this man who would quote Bible scriptures and condemn entire populations of people to death and hell in the same breath.

Needless to say, I want to give his dead corpse the finger and say good riddance (but that wouldn’t be nice) And unfortunately, there isn’t anything else that I could come up with to write that didn’t make me come off as a hateful bitch who didn’t care that someone had died. Since I’m trying to be a better person, I’m not allowed to be a hateful bitch, that would be stooping to his level, and that would take too much of my time.

Fortunately for me, I found this very tasteful and well-written article that expresses my sentiments on this subject much better than I can. Enjoy!