On Racism and Growing up in the American South

Growing up in the South, you learn from an early age about racism. Our public schools taught from books that The Daughters of the Confederacy bought for schools. Eventually, we read books that actually told some truth.

I remember reading about the Civil Rights movement and its leaders.  I remember learning details about Martin Luther King, Jr.  I remember feeling shame to know he was assassinated in my home state of Tennessee.

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Down in Tennessee (a poem)

I was eager to see Tennessee –

cigarettes were cheap, people moved slow +

we devoured fried chicken for breakfast –

never ventured into the country, stayed close

to anonymous highways + strip malls

that strip America of originality.

(Photo by Jeff Nissen on Unsplash)

Autumn in the Smoky Mountains (a photo)

This looks like an awfully nice backdrop for a wedding, right? Well, that’s exactly what it was in October 2019 when Rachel’s brother got married. I got to hang with Rachel’s family during that trip to Tennessee.

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Dolly and Johnny in Nashville (a photo)

Due to the pandemic and self-isolation, I’ve been thinking a lot about a couple of the trips Rachel and I have taken in the past year or so. Here’s a picture from our trip to Tennessee last October. It’s a mural of two patron saints of Nashville in a trendy café we stopped at.

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