My Sons Are Growing Up Racists
My Sons Are Growing Up Racists By Robert Hilldrup Vol. 1, No. 1, 1978, p. 7 All my life, I’ve heard it said that the difference between us whites, South and North, is that the Southerner loved Blacks as individuals,
The Journal of the Southern Regional Council, 1978-2003
My Sons Are Growing Up Racists By Robert Hilldrup Vol. 1, No. 1, 1978, p. 7 All my life, I’ve heard it said that the difference between us whites, South and North, is that the Southerner loved Blacks as individuals,
Dooty’s Last Stand By Jerry Bledsoe Vol. 1, No. 2, 1978, pp. 13-15 She had thought this would be the day, and all morning Luemer Plumley, whom her sisters call Dooty, sat on the porch watching and waiting. She watched
Bending With the Wind: A Lesson in Survival By Al Burt Vol. 1, No. 4, 1979, pp. 14-16 In his 72 years. Virgil D. Hawkins has learned something about the ways to fight and to survive and sometimes to succeed.
The Wallace Phenomenon By Dale Russakoff Vol. 1, No. 5, 1979, pp. 7-9 Perhaps a rosy-cheeked, 18-year-old beauty said it best when she pushed toward the center of attention at “George Wallace Appreciation Day” in Montgomery recently. The crowd around
Montgomery Widows: A Struggle to Survive By Roxie Hughes Vol. 1, No. 5, 1979, pp. 15-17 Florence, who prefers not to be otherwise identified, lives in the same small white house east of downtown Montgomery where she was born some
Problems of Pain By June Adamson Vol. 1, No. 6, 1979, pp. 17-18 The X-rays had been taken and I lay on the emergency room cot in the curtained cubicle waiting for the doctor to see whether I had any
Half Pints and Rain Barrels: Hunger in Alabama By Wayne Greenhaw Vol. 2, No. 7, 1980, pp. 17-19 A dark-skinned woman with a sharp straight nose, aged twisted lips,and legs slightly bigger around than a half dollar, Annie Bell Brown
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The South Remembered By John Marquerd Vol. 2, No. 8, 1980, pp. 9-10 This is a superficial report. How could it be otherwise, based as it is on a short visit to the South last March. In fact, I have
Woodcutters Organize: Echoes of Change in the South’s Backwoods By Wayne Greenhaw Vol. 3, No. 1, 1980, pp. 16-19, 22 The tall huskily-built Black man opened his mouth and let his baritone voice ring out through the small plain rectangular
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Aaron Henry from Clarksdale By Worth Long Vol. 5, No. 5, 1983, pp. 9-12 This is Aaron Henry and I’m from Clarksdale, have always lived here. Born outside of the city limits on a plantation called Flowers’ Brothers. It’s still