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“I know I grew up in the time when a young man in a baggy suit and slicked-down hair stood spraddle-legged in the crossroads of history and talked hot and mean about the colored, giving my poor and desperate people a reason to feel superior to somebody, to anybody. I know that even as the words of George Wallace rang through my Alabama, the black family who lived down the dirt road from our house sent fresh-picked corn and other food to the poor white lady and her three sons, because they knew their daddy had run off, because hungry does not have a color.”

Quote by Rick Bragg

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All Over but the Shoutin'

This book offers an intimate look into the life of a country music singer and his son, exploring the challenges and triumphs of the music business. The narrative delves into the author's personal growth and the impact of his father's career on his own life. more

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Rick Bragg
Rick Bragg

Rick Bragg is an American journalist known for his in-depth reporting on Southern life. His work often delves into social issues such as race, class, and gender, and is praised for its vivid storytelling and insightful analysis. more

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