Thirty years ago, my hometown of Smithfield, North Carolina, launched what the Washington Post later called “A War In the Hamlets.” On the line were rights to the title “Ham Capital of the World.”
“A waiter catches my eye, and as he approaches, I think that if that fight against integration is a persistent part of our history, so, too, is the fight for integration. So, too, is the resistance to the old order, the desire to come together, which you can see here, where faces of almost every color congregate each day.”
Food is the product of love and labor, usually in equal parts. When left behind, it reminds us that our loved ones were once very much alive.
A poem by Sandra Beasley, inspired by the artwork of Brooke Hatfield.
The Georgia peach is an icon, serving as shorthand for Southern beauty, hospitality, sweetness, and agrarian identity. Tom Okie shares how its roots sink deep into the messy racial politics of Southern history.
Sandra Beasley, author of three poetry collections and a memoir, contributed two poems to our winter issue of Gravy.
In the late 1920s, a group of American linguists decided to undertake what is to date the largest survey of American English ever conducted. The ‘cornbread’ question elicited more than 390 distinct answers.
There are no debates about cultural respect or appropriation; tonight, everyone is a Mexican. That’s the magic of the sombrero—and its harm.
Sandra Beasley, author of three poetry collections and a memoir, contributed two poems to Gravy #58: Winter Reading.