Wow. I live smack-dab in the MIDDLE of red-neck central. Really, I do.
The entire county is a complete collection of red-necks. Some wonderful people...some not. Whatever. They didn't make me move here. They didn't really WANT to sell their cattle property to developers...but they did the math, and they sold what they had to sell.
We own a home in a "planned community" on what use to be a cattle ranch. And last year we purchased 2.5 acres (but kept our house in tidy-ville) in an area that is dotted with some trailers, some houses, and some modular homes.
They speak differently than I do. Their houses and yards look different than mine. They sometimes yell a lot across long distances. And they sometimes randomly shoot guns.
From their perspective - I speak funny. I obsess about clutter too much. I play weird music pretty loud (I mostly listen to classical). And they think if I had a gun, I wouldn't have 3 dead chickens from possoms & raccoons.
I moved into their neighborhood. I feel like I need to fit in - not the other way around. You don't walk into someone's home and vocalize about their choice in decor. You don't walk into someone's church and speak ill of their God. It's not right. So I just try to fit in. I offer kindness to (most) anyone that I cross paths with.
There are some pretty great people that that I have become friends with...and they have done some great things for me including: calling me when one of my horses was freaking out on the 4th of July, calling me when they thought my chicken coop was on fire (it wasn't - it was the heat lamp on), and chasing away teens that were taunting our horses by cracking a whip in the street. One neighbor baked us some of the best Christmas stuff I've ever had. Another brings over lemonade on hot days between my students' riding lessons. I share eggs with everyone there (we have 30 eggs & plenty to share!). Another neighbor throws her scraps to my chickens, and apples to the horses every day.
There are some un-savory types (just like ANY neigborhood - even my parents million dollar wealthy neighborhood) as well. One neighbor had all his tools stolen from his shed. When they caught the thief, he was identified as a drug user living in a meth-trailer right behind our property. Last August an old man died in his trailer and no one knew for two weeks. The police got an anonymous call reporting the dead man in the trailer...when the police got there - all valuables had been stolen. But the thief had a conscience & reported the death. I suppose that was good. They caught the thief later when he was robbing another place - they found many of the items listed as missing from the dead man's trailer. And there is an ALARMING dislike of black people there that I have no place for at all. I cannot excuse that ever. Many wish I'd agree with them on this - but, no way. I think that this type of ignorance is in many communities...it's just that here it is assumed that I agree with those thoughts.
So, yes, many of my closest neighbors are red-necks. I would never say that to them. They don't say what they think of me. Why hurt eachother? We are what we think we are - not what others think of us.
Now, some of my favorite people are red-necks.
...and guess what?! I now drive an F150. Who knows - maybe next year when the PBR comes, I'll have front row tickets!!! (I've always loved the PBR and they are here in Tampa tonight & I SOOOO wanted to go - but instead, I'm stuck at home with pneumonia!)