Plantations—the structures—are beautiful. What happened within their walls and on their grounds was an unspeakable evil.
Isn’t this what southerners struggle with on a daily basis? This push-and-pull effect between loving your region, your state, your town… but still knowing that the land you stand on bore witness to the worst atrocities that the human race had to offer. The space between beauty and the profane is where the southern mind rests, and it can respond in two ways. Or so we think.Read More