A Howlie is an "outsider." And I kept thinking why it was so hard to find my way around a small island? Then I finally figured out that the locals were telling us to go North when the map clearly showed we should be going South. Or when I stopped to ask a local for directions, they would tell me to go right when I had the gut instinct told me that I should've went left. The locals silently protest their disdain for stupid tourists who can't read a simple map in this fashion. After all it is only a small tiny round island that only has only one central road.
In college we had a similar term for people who lived in the college town year round, we called them "Hoopies." A Hoopie was someone who was from the area and would never leave. It came from a couple of us who laughed at our hometown's obituary columns. Helen Bee Ross passed away peacefully in her sleep at the age of ninety-three. She wasn't from here as her parents brought here here when she was three months old. So it didn't matter that someone had lived ninety-three years in a place if she wasn't born there, she was still considered an outsider never to be one of the Hoopies.
Do we do put people in groups different than ourselves purposely to feel superior to others? Sometimes I wonder. And often times I wonder if the right thing to do might be to treat everybody as if they belonged. Really belonged. Not the fake "southern hospitality" that is followed by "That's Nice." Which is southern for "we could give a rat's a@@ about what you are saying." If we simply treated each other with the golden rule [Treat others as you would have others treat you.] people would genuinely start to act like they belonged. No more Howlies, no more Hoopies, no more Us vs. Them.