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Parent outraged over Christmas pageant song she calls racist

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http://abclocal.go.com/ktrk/news/120304_local_song.html

The song is called "Leroy, the Redneck Reindeer." There are no direct references to racism in it, but one mom says discrimination is embedded in the lyrics. And she wants the song out of the school pageant.
The song is supposed to be performed by the third graders at this year's Christmas pageant at Onalaska Elementary School.

Parent Jennifer Scott said, "I think it's ignorance, number one. Number two, it's very racist."

Scott is outraged about the lyrics.

"They're just disrespectful, and I don't agree with the school choosing that particular song for their Christmas pageant," she said.

A portion of the lyrics say, "Santa wrapped his bag with a Dixie flag, he was having the time of his life."

That’s one section that has Scott upset.

She said, "Rebel flag to me means Confederate flag. Confederate flag is the flag the KKK recognizes as being their flag."



Regardless of whether the song was only meant as fun, Jennifer Scott says the lyrics are still offensive, and wants the song pulled from the Christmas pageant.

"This is not fun, this is not fun to me," she said.

Third-grader Andrew Milburn explained, "It makes me feel dishonor to my color."

Scott's eight-year-old son, Andrew, is of mixed race. He won't perform in the pageant because of the song.

"Just makes me feel sad that they had to do this," said Andrew. "‘Cause of my color... ‘Cause they just don't like blacks."


http://lyricsplayground.com/alpha/songs/xmas/leroytheredneckreindeer.shtml

LEROY, THE REDNECK REINDEER
(Joe Diffie / Steve Pippin / Stacey Slate)
Joe Diffie - 1996


Well, you've all heard about Rudolph and his nose,
But I'll tell you a Christmas tale that never has been told.
Well, you may think you've heard it all but you ain't heard yet.
About that crazy Christmas that the North pole can't forget.

Rudolph was under the weather, he had to call in sick.
So he got on the horn to his cousin Leroy, who lived out in the
sticks.
He said: "Santa's really counting on me and I hate to pass the buck."
Leroy said "Hey I'm on my way," and he jumped in his pick-up truck.

When Leroy got to the North Pole all the reindeer snickered and
laughed.
They'd never seen a deer in overalls and a John Deere Tractor hat.
But Santa stepped in and said: "Just calm down cause we've all got a
job to do.
"And like it or not, Leroy's in charge, and he's gonna be leading
you."

And it was Leroy, the red neck reindeer,
Hooked to the front of the sleigh.
Delivering toys to all the good ole boys and girls along the way.
He's just a down home party animal, two-stepping across the sky.
He mixed jingle bells with a rebel yell, and made history that night.

Before that night was over, Leroy had changed their tune.
He had them scootin' a hoof on every single roof, by the light of a
neon moon.
Santa wrapped his bag with a Dixie flag, he was having the time of
his life.
And you can hear him call Merry Christmas y'all, and to all of y'all
a good night.

And it was Leroy, the red neck reindeer,
Hooked to the front of the sleigh.
Delivering toys to all the good ole boys and girls along the way.
He's just a down home party animal, two-stepping across the sky.
He mixed jingle bells with a rebel yell, and made history that night.

He mixed jingle bells with a rebel yell, and made history that night.
 
Ripclawe said:
They should put Grandma got run over by a reindeer as a replacement.

Much better song. I never realized it until I got older, but the song sounds like an excuse the mother gave to the kid for grandma dying of alcohol poisoning or something. I LOVE THAT SONG!
 
That's a fucking stupid song. If my kids were up for singing it, I might not lodge a complaint, but I might well think about moving somewhere else ...
 
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