January 27, 2006

I was born a poor black child: The Rusty Shackleford Autobiography

An excerpt from my soon te be released autobiography:

My life as the son of a sharecropper was no picnic. In town there was always the worry that Boss Hogg and the powers that be would take some offense and confiscate what little we had to themselves under the perversity that was Jim Crow.

And home was no better. Emasculated by a system that drained by father of all that was manly dignity, he found his only solace was the bottle. And when my father drank, he was mean. Real mean.

Is it true? Does it really matter? It sounds true.

And if Timothy P. Barrus, a white guy from Lansing, Michigan, can win awards for writing about growing up on the Navajo Reservation, why can't I shoot for the same? He's pretty much my new hero, anyhow. Except for the gay porn thing. Can't say that I know enough about that to make up a true sounding story.

Hat tip to Confederate Yankee for the e-mail.

By Rusty Shackleford, Ph.D. at 02:47 PM | Comments |