Category Archives: Dixie

Mr. Wrestling

Read more about this in Men Without Fear, available at Amazon. For many boys at the New York Institute, the man that made self-respect achievable was one Clyde L. Downs of Downsville, Maryland. When Clyde Downs first came to the Institute in 1929 at age 21, the Institute did not have a wrestling program, and Downs […]

Personality Disorders

Sam Barber, sitting in the redwood parlor playing Adagio for Strings on the Steinway, and Una’s in the bathtub running the cold tap with a pistol in her hand and a bullet in her breast, her black broth bleeding out, making warm curlicues all around her, an arm reaching out for more sleeping pills. Behind […]

Hotel Jericho

Lowcountry, maybe twenty upstream miles from the Battery and a few feet above the sea; the gators and the blackwater patiently flow, and you can just about hear the ghost-song of the ivory bill echo off the cypress knees. On the south bank, the land swells forty or so feet to lanky yellow pine stands […]

Hotel Jericho

Old Jacksonboro Road crosses the Savannah Highway within a half hour of Charleston. The junction has a name: Jericho. Today it is considered part of the town of Adams Run (as though you know where that is).   As far as I know, Jericho was once the site of a hotel, a store with gas […]

Evolution Embraced in Dixie

Cultural evolution will have to suffice for the present. The southern Atlantic seaboard is a remarkable sight to behold this morning. Barack Obama has demonstrated his broad appeal from the outskirts of DC, through the Carolinas and Georgia, all the way to Key West. This is certainly a sign of a broad nationwide appeal, largely […]

Ty Cobb: All-American

Baseball “historian” Daniel Okrent righteously denounced American icon and baseball great Ty Cobb in Ken Burns’ Baseball miniseries: “Cobb is the great black mark on the history of baseball … he was a man of vile temperament and vile habit … I think that Ty Cobb in his totality is an embarrassment to baseball.” —Third […]

Curt Flood: American Hero

He could have contented himself with stardom, but he had to go out and try to break the last great American monopoly, Major League Baseball. “I am pleased that God made my skin black — but I wish He had made it thicker.” —Curt Flood As a kid I was, for some mysterious reason, a […]

The Two Souths

We had moved to South Carolina or South Africa four times by the time I turned fifteen. During those four stints, we lived in seven different towns. The principal motive for all this motion was to participate in mass conversion of Blacks to the Bahá’í Faith. Mass conversion wasn’t just something that we were drawn […]

Born free

Dad’s blind, so it shouldn’t surprise anybody that he never was much for playing catch or bicycling with the kids, but you’d be surprised what he was willing to try on occasion. Of course, if you’d like to wrestle, he’d always be happy to take you on. As for Mom, she worked, of course. She […]

King of the World

The Bahá’í Faith drove many of the big decisions in our family, and I’m certain that much of Mom and Dad’s time was dedicated to the Faith, yet I can’t remember much, if anything, about the Bahá’í Faith from our time in Walterboro. Maybe I was too young to be involved in all that. I […]