Running Rebel

IÂ’m sitting here, watching The Dukes of Hazzard on TV, and I canÂ’t believe we fell in love with this show. It had to be the corniest show in the world, but then I realized it started in the late seventies and blossomed in the early eighties. I mean, everyone loved it, from the Asian community to the high-class, house-on-the-hill folks.

Being young, black, and gifted, I never realized the significance of the show. Let me get it straight: you got Bo and Luke Duke, racecar drivers/ex-moonshine runners; their arch nemesis, Rosco P. Coltrane; and Deputy Enos, who at one time had his own show. (I think it lasted about 2 weeks.) LetÂ’s not forget Uncle Jesse, Boss Hogg and his wife Lulu, crazy Cooter, and Daisy Duke. Would you believe, watching the old reruns, DaisyÂ’s onion (a gluteus maximus that makes a male counterpart cry) wasnÂ’t as big as I thought it was?

 


I loved this show growing up. Maybe it was because I was a fan of automobiles as a kid. Maybe it was because it came on Friday nights. Whatever it was, I was hoodwinked, bamboozled. The show used to be the funniest show of my era. How come Bo and Luke never got a speeding ticket? How come Boss Hogg never got investigated by the FBI for countless attempts of breaking the law, stealing, and moonshine dealing? But it was like most shows of the seventies: It always had a good ending, with the Duke boys coming out on top.

Now, as an adult male, I realize that one of the main characters of the show that I forgot was the General Lee, an orange, ‘69 Dodge Charger with 01 on the side and a big rebel flag on top. OK, I know what you’re saying: General Lee? That was the only time brothers ever rooted for the Confederate Army.

I couldnÂ’t see this show on TV in todayÂ’s fast-paced world of CSI: Miami, New York, New Orleans, L.A., and whatever countless other CSI shows that they have. It was a simple show for a simple time. I canÂ’t say that the show was revolutionary, like Hill Street Blues, Miami Vice, or even Spencer: For Hire. I will say it got the job done. And, on occasion, you actually saw a brother in the show. What more can I ask for, to actually see Bo and Luke being assisted by a little chocolate helper? By the way, one of the characters that I didnÂ’t like, that now I do like, was the mean-ass black sheriff. I canÂ’t remember his name, but I do know one thing: he meant business, and everybody on the show was scared of him. Typical White America.

Well, let me get up and change the TV, because another of my favorite corny shows is on: Knight Rider. Can you believe it – a talking car? What was the television executives thinking back in the days?
Sincerely,
The Rose

Roosevelt and Sapphire are South Baton Rouge natives that enjoy the finer things in life. Conversate with them at honkey@redshtickmagazine.com.