Dolly Parton gets the LAST word after liberal writer tries to destroy her “Dixie Stampede”

The hysteria over Civil War and Confederate symbols in the nation is reaching fever pitch. As our own Allen West has been commenting recently, why weren’t these statues offensive last year? Why now?

Well, we know why. Unable to depict Donald Trump as a puppet of Russia, the left is now going for something even bigger; he’s a white supremacist, and so is everyone who voted for him. No… no… even BIGGER. ALL white people are white supremacists, inherently racist by birth.

And nowhere is that racism more evident than in white people’s supposed reverence for the Confederacy and the good ol’ days in the South – embodied perfectly in the petite, yet shapely form of Dolly Parton.

To illustrate, black Salon writer Aisha Harris paid a visit to Dolly Parton’s Dixie Stampede Civil War-era “dinner attraction.”

According to the website, Dixie Stampede is an extraordinary dinner show with thirty-two magnificent horses and a cast of top-notch riders. They will thrill you with daring feats of trick riding and competition, pitting North against South in a friendly and fun rivalry. Dolly Parton’s Dixie Stampede in Branson is thrilling audiences like never before with all-new sets, music and special effects, including interactive lighting with a 12.5 million LED wall! Take a live action trip into America’s past featuring 32 magnificent horses and a cast of top-notch riders who put it all on the line to win in a friendly competition while you enjoy a fabulous four-course family feast! Watch the journey West unfold before your eyes with a wagon train of high-spirited settlers and Native tales of the Thunderbird come to life in an aerial feat high above our 35,000 square foot indoor arena!

At the show, you can sit in the “North” or “South” section and the audience is encouraged to cheer for their side and boo the other.

Harris took one for the team and actually attended the show TWICE so she could view the spectacle from both sides. She meticulously examined the audience and was shocked when she found non-white persons in attendance.

She fretted over whether the performers in the “Native American” section were indeed ethnically Native American.

She was appalled there was no mention of slavery whatsoever during the evening and shocked when there were actually black and white performers dancing together.

The centerpiece of the show is the “competition” between North and South featuring games, in the style of both the circus and the county fair: balloon popping (on horseback), a chicken race, a pony race, a pig race, a water bucket race, and a horseshoe competition using oversized toilet seats.

Hall noted that competition was spirited and gracious. Sometimes the North wins, sometimes the South.

Racist? Not yet. But Hall finally found it, in the bathroom of all places, after she took a break between shows.

Recognizing that I now had to do it all again from the perspective of “the South,” I briefly contemplated dashing to a nearby liquor store to procure some shooters to sneak in—but I soon realized I didn’t have time before the next show began. I did at least have time to run to the bathroom—a necessity after three and a half hours of sucking down lemonade by the bootful. This seemed like it could be a nice break, but when I got there, I stumbled upon this: “Southerners Only” on a light-colored placard and “Northerners Only” on a dark-colored placard.

This was, at best, horrifyingly tone-deaf, but I went in the “Southerners Only” stall anyway because it was the only one open and my bladder felt ready to explode.


Hall sat through the entire performance again for the perspective of the South and was still surprised to find non-white faces amongst the audience.

But it was really Dolly Parton who had the final word on this attempt to embarrass and attack her “family friendly attraction” – which by the way, no one is forced to attend.

Hall writes, The final competition got the entire audience involved: Each row was instructed to pass a flag as quickly as they could until it reached the other end of their section, and whichever side got all their flags down first won. But as [the host] explained when it was over, it didn’t really matter because there “really is no North or South,” “we’re all winners,” and “we’re all under one flag: the United States of America.” Then, for the grand finale, the ensemble, covered in sparkly red, white, and blue costumes that lit up, came out to perform to Dolly’s stirring ballad, titled “Color Me America.”

It’s a message sadly lost on Hall and her ilk. And her article brings to mind the plaintive cry of Rodney King who pleaded during the 1992 Los Angeles riots, “can we all just get along?”

Apparently not.

[This article was written by Michele Hickford, author of the brutally honest and bitingly funny Do I Need To Slap You?]

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