Anyone remember favorite sons at conventions?
At the National Convention in 1960 in a speech that felt as if it mentioned his name dozens of times, Mississippi nominated its governor, and favorite son, Ross Barnett, to be the Democratic presidential candidate. For some reason, my family latched onto that idea, but not in a way flattering to the governor. (Barnett was a rabid segregationist.) His name became a household word to cover a variety of negative characteristics usually related to narcissism. "Who do you think you are, Ross Barnett?"
In the early 1980s, I was in a taxi in Jackson, Mississippi when a car came careening up behind us, barely missed the cab, swerved onto a lawn, drove right across the grass, and continued as if the sidewalk were a clearly delineated exit ramp.
I could have said, “Who does he think he is, Ross Barnett?” I thought better of it. After all, he was their favorite son.
I can’t imagine there would have been a lot of people from the Northeast who appreciated the driver's next words: “That’s Ross Barnett.”
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