Cultural Life in a "Chocolate City": A Review of Natalie Hopkinson's Go-Go Live
...trauma felt through subsequent decades. DC became blacker and poorer as middle-class residents retreated to the suburbs. With a declining tax base, the city's schools and service institutions could do...
Navigating Jim Crow: A Review of Adolph L. Reed's The South: Jim Crow and Its Afterlives
...they all acknowledged one another."6Reed, 92–93. In his own family, an adult with light skin color occasionally posed as white to get some prized local delicacy or quicker service from...
Roadside Architecture
...scenes and activities, churches, cotton gins, roadside stores, and many of the people I've encountered along the way—their likenesses as portraits, their worship services, their family reunions, some of the...
Sapelo Island Flyover: Video Transcript and Glossary
...tides. "King tide" – Informal term used to describe the highest tides that might occur during a given year, when the earth, moon, and sun align; such tides can be accentuated...
Walt Whitman in Alabama
...and the mountain dead, before the sun in the tassels was wormed to shine, before shine dried into the hills with the snakes, the poetry, the legend. I imagine him...
From A Field Guide to Etowah County
...emerge, the Swallowtails' gunmetal iridescence, obsidian-with-stars wings turning like pages in hands of wind. Thrashers tear in the leaves for earthworms, salamanders, some morsel, their stipple of sunlight-in-leaves blending then...
In the Magic City
...when he feeds his tenor, what Sun Ra kept opening out for anything more than George Wallace's crossroads deal, the static in Clifford Gibson singing Keep your windows...
Geography
...Wolf River my father is singing. The sun is shining and there’s a cooler of Pabst in the shade. He is singing and playing the guitar—the sad songs I hide...
Emporia newspapers
...However, This Is Not Dixie and He Will Probably Be Left for the Law to Handle Sunday morning at the hour of about 3:20 Mrs. Johnson Lusk whose husband...
Tuscaloosa: Riversong
By Honorée Fanonne Jeffers for Mister Weaver 1. Black Warrior speaks The night before they came, I walked on my river. I had strange dreams: bloody shouts to the sun,...