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What your about to read is something that every Texan should dust off and read every once in a while. We often take for granted what a special place God gave us as a Home and this story will remind and humble us at the same time.
I think as a Texas ex-pat living in New England, I see Texas from a different perspective than those of you still living there. Maybe not being able to go fishing in my beloved East Texas or see for the first time ever the raw beauty and magnificence of Big Bend will do that to a guy. Although I choose to live here, I miss Texas terribly, but she is always in my heart.
God has blessed her, but he has blessed me infinitely more by gracing me with privilege, nay Honor, of being a Texan.
WHAT
IT MEANS TO BE A TEXAN
by Bum Phillips
Dear Friends,
Last year, I wrote a small piece about what it means to me to be a Texan. My
friends know it means about damned near everything. Anyway, this fella asked me to reprint
what I'd wrote and I didn't have it. So I set out to think about rewriting something. I
considered writing about all the great things I love about Texas. There are way too many
things to list. I can't even begin to do it justice.
Lemme let you in on my short list.
It starts with The Window at Big Bend, which in and of itself is proof of God. It goes to
Lake Sam Rayburn where my Grandad taught me more about life than fishin, and enough about
fishin to last a lifetime. I can talk about Tyler, and Longview, and Odessa and Cisco, and
Abilene and Poteet and every place in between.
Every little part of Texas feels special. Every person who ever flew the Lone Star thinks
of Bandera or Victoria or Manor or wherever they call "home" as the best little
part of the best state.
So I got to thinkin about it, and here's what I really want to say.
Last year, I talked about all the great places and great heroes who make Texas what it is.
I talked about Willie and Waylon and Michael Dell and Michael DeBakey and my Dad and LBJ
and Denton Cooley. I talked about everybody that came to mind. It took me sitting here
tonight reading this stack of emails and thinkin about where I've been and what I've done
since the last time I wrote on this occasion to remind me what it is about Texas that is
really great.
You see, this last month or so I finally went to Europe for the first time. I hadn't ever
been, and didn't too much want to. But you know all my damned friends are always talking
about "the time they went to Europe." So, I finally went. It was a hell of a
trip to be sure. All they did when they saw me was say the same thing, before they'd ever
met me. "Hey cowboy, we love Texas." I guess the hat tipped em off.
But let me tell you what, they all came up with a smile on their faces. You know why? They
knew for damned sure that I was gonna be nice to em. They knew it cause they knew I
was from Texas. They knew something that hadn't even hit me. They knew Texans, even though
they'd never met one.
That's when it occurred to me. Do you know what is great about Texas? Do you know why when
my friend Beverly and I were trekking across country to see 15 baseball games we got sick
and had to come home after 8? Do you know whyevery time I cross the border I say,
"Lord, please don't let me die in_____"? Do you know why children in Japan
can look at a picture of the great State and know exactly what it is about the same time
they can tell a rhombus from a trapezoid?
I can tell you that right quick. You.
The samespirit that made 186 men cross that line in the sand in San Antonio damned near
165 years ago is still in you today. Why else would my friend send me William Barrett
Travis' plea for help in an email just a week ago, or why would Charles Stanfield ask me
to reprint a Texas Independence column from a year ago? What would make my friend
Elizabeth say, "I don't know if I can marry a man who doesn't love Texas like I
do?" Why in the hell are 1,000 people coming to my house this weekend to celebrate a
holiday for what usedto be a nation that is now a state?
Because the spirit that made that nation is the spirit that burned in every person who
founded this great place we call Texas, and they passed it on through blood or sweat to
everyone of us.
You see, that spirit that made Texas what it is is alive in all of us, even if we can't
stand next to a cannon to prove it, and it's our responsibility to keep that fire burning.
Every person who ever put a"Native Texan" or an "I wasn't born in Texas but
I got here as fast as I could" sticker on his car understands.
Anyone who ever hung a map of Texas on their wall or flew a Lone Star flag on their porch
knows what I mean. My Dad's buddy Bill has an old saying. He says that some people were
forged of a hotter fire. Well, that's what it is to be Texan. To be forged of a hotter
fire. To know that part of Colorado was Texas. That part of New Mexico was Texas. That
part of Oklahoma was Texas. Yep. Talk all you want. Part of what you got was what we gave
you. To look at a picture of Idaho or Istanbul and say, "what the Hell is that?"
when you know that anyone in Idaho or Istanbul who sees a picture of Texas knows damned
good and well what it is. It isn't the shape, it isn't the state, it's the state of mind.
You're what makes Texas. The fact that you would take 15 minutes out of your day to read
this, because that's what Texas means to you, that's what makes Texas what it is. The fact
that when you see the guy in front of you litter you honk and think, "Sonofabitch.
Littering on MY highway."
When was the last time you went to a person's house in New York and you saw a big map of
New York on their wall? That was never. When did you ever drive through Oklahoma and see
their flag waving on four businesses in a row? Can you even tell me what the flag in
Louisiana looks like? I damned sure can't. But I bet my ass you can't drive 20 minutes
from your house and not see a business that has a big Texas flag as part of its logo. If
you haven't done business with someone called AllTex something or Lone Star somebody or
other, or Texas such and such, you hadn't lived here for too long.
When you ask a man from New York what he is, he'll say a stockbroker, or an accountant, or
an ad exec. When you ask a woman from California what she is, she'll tell you her last
name or her major. Hell either of em might say "I'm a republican," or they might
be a democrat. When you ask a Texan what they are, before they say, "I'm a
Methodist," or "I'm a lawyer," or "I'm a Smith," they tell you
they're a Texan.
I got nothin against all those other places, and Lord knows they've probably got some fine
folks, but in your gut you know it just like I do, Texas is just a little different.
So tomorrow when you drive down the road and you see a person broken down on the side of
the road, stop and help. When you are in a bar in California, buy a Californian a drink
and tell him it's for Texas Independence Day. Remind the person in the cube next to you
that he wouldn't be here enjoying this if it weren't for Sam Houston, and if he or she
doesn't know the story, tell them.
When William Barrettt Travis wrote in 1836 that he would never surrender and he would have
Victory or Death, what he was really saying was that he and his men were forged of a
hotter fire. They weren't your average everyday men. Well, that is what it means to be a
Texan. It meant it then, and that's why it means it today. It means just what all those
people North of the Red River accuse us of thinking it means. It means there's no mountain
that we can't climb. It means that we can swim the Gulf in the winter. It means that Earl
Campbell ran harder and Houston is bigger and Dallas is richer and Alpine is hotter and
Stevie Ray was smoother and God vacations in Texas. It means that come Hell or high water,
when the chips are down and the Good Lord is watching, we're Texans by damned, and just
like in 1836, that counts for something.
So for today at least, when your chance comes around, go out and prove it. It's true
because we believe it's true. If you are sitting wondering what the Hell I'm talking
about, this ain't for you. But if the first thing you are going to do when the Good Lord
calls your number is find the men who sat in that tiny mission in San Antonio and shake
their hands, then you're the reason I wrote this night, and this is for you.
So until next time you hear from me, God Bless and Happy Texas Independence Day.
Texas is the damnedest Lady you ever saw - John Wayne.
Amen, Duke. Amen.