Zircon
...measured rate. The zircon lasts when mother rocks around have crumbled, worn away to sand. It keeps the fingerprints of isotopes from clouds of the original primordial dust, right here...
Flatlands in the Outlands: Photographs from the Delta and Bayou
...there and to create a material record of places that shaped her identity but now exist as memories.1"Project Statements: Into the Flatland," www.kathleen-robbins.com. Accessed October 7, 2011. In “Little Steele...
Confederate headstone in American cemetery, Santa Bárbara d'Oeste, Brazil, 2010
Roads covered with sand, Navarre Beach, Florida, 2005
Race and Difference in the "Other America": A Review of Anne Braden: Southern Patriot
...churches throughout the United States, Anne Braden has screened in Austin, Louisville, Lexington, Oakland, San Francisco, Philadelphia, Cincinnati, and Vancouver with more viewings scheduled. Kentucky Public Television (KETKY) has rebroadcast...
Glimpsing Andalusia in the O'Connor-Hester Letters
...Literature 46.1 (March 1974): 56. Like the "stinger" of Christ lodged in Hazel Motes' mother's head, O'Connor demonstrates "that the violence of rejection in the modern world demands an equal violence...
The Black Belt
...slaves were most profitable, and consequently they were taken there in the largest numbers. Later, and especially since the war, the term seems to be used wholly in a political...
Deep in the Cane: The Southern Soul of Gil Scott-Heron
Essay On the first Monday of October 1974, a belligerent crowd of two hundred whites besieged a local school bus filled with African American students attempting to depart Destrehan High...
Farmland Blues: The Legacy of USDA Discrimination
...(October 2002), table 3, "Farm Operators in the US by Race, 1900 to 1997," 24. During the 1920s this ownership arc peaked and turned downward, influenced by the march of...
On Native Ground: Indigenous Presences and Countercolonial Strategies in Southern Narratives of Captivity, Removal, and Repossession
...food and water. I endured the songs they sang for the dead. There was no one left who could tell them the stories of how their grandmothers had once turned...