IX-"I Was a Negro in the South for 30 Days" - Ray Sprigle - Pittsburgh Post-Gazette

IX-"I Was a Negro in the South for 30 Days" - Ray Sprigle - Pittsburgh Post-Gazette

Jim-Crow Is Kicked In the Pants

by: Ray Sprigle | publication date: August 18, 1948 | Publication: Pittsburgh Post-Gazette | pages: 1

 Not since my boyhood days in the homes of my Pennsylvania Dutch relatives have I sat down to a table loaded as this one is. Great platters of fried chicken - and listen, it’s Pennsylvania Dutch fried chicken, the gooey kind - not that abomination known as southern fried chicken that I’ve been getting for the past two weeks. And biscuits - light, fluffy and piping hot. And here’s a new wrinkle. The biscuits are baked in small pans - in the oven at a time. So when you call for a fresh one it’s right out of the oven. Three or four kinds of jam; big gobs of country butter. And great pitchers of real buttermilk - what’s left after you churn country butter - the first I’ve tasted in 20 years. This 65 acres a few miles outside Chickamauga, Ga., is another little oasis in the desert of discrimination and injustice that is the black South. It is the farm of C. D. Haslerig, who has carved out a way of life for himself and his children on this fertile North Georgia farm. The rest of our group attends a district meeting of a Negro fraternal order. I am here to eat.  

Undercover as a black man, Sprigle attends the Georgia State Republican convention.

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