NYT story about clothing manufacturer in Bristol, Tennessee is a great read for lots of reasons

This New York Times story is both interesting and inspiring. It’s the story of a clothing maker in the rural South that still creates clothes the way it has for 100 years. 

A Tennessee clothing factory keeps up the old ways

It’s a familiar plot: A craft outlasts all others and finally begins to get recognition. It’s a classic combination several important news values: currency, unusualness and human interest: An archaic way of making textiles, once common across the South, finds its time has finally come.

Despite being an old trope, the story works. A great read. It’s inspiring because it shows a future for a traditional Southern clothing maker, offering hope for a company and its employees and bringing recognition to the longterm support of the town of Bristol, Tennessee.


The New York Times joins those reporting extreme conservatism isn’t ‘the North Carolina Way’


Moral Monday protestor in Raleigh on June 17 of this year. (Photo by Yashmori via Flickr Creative Commons.)

The New York Times has taken an in-depth look at the political turmoil in North Carolina.

North Carolinians Fear the End of a Middle Way

Splashed on page one today, it’s a thorough overview that attempts to show that even moderate and some conservative people are taken aback by the string of ideological legislation that’s been passed in just one legislative session.

As is often the case when a national news organization swoops in and takes a big-picture look at an issue, there’s not a lot there that hasn’t been reported in bits and pieces by local and regional newspapers.

But, fresh perspectives include voices like that of David French of rural Rockingham County who laments extremism in government, and the observation that, while signing all of these divisive bills, the governor never got around to passing his signature economic development initiative, an overhaul of job recruiting.

The idea that the legislature’s extreme agenda is contrary to the moderate political history of the state was also made notably in this News & Observer essay. (Note the similar headlines.):

The North Carolina Way takes a sharp right turn

For essayist, Huntsville is the new town that became a hometown


When a new town becomes a hometown by Beth Thames

A lovely and thoughtful essay on the slow, steady process of adapting to the place you’ve moved to. It’s what I’m in the midst of trying to do in Chapel Hill, and all the more poignant since the place the essayist now calls home is the place I’ll never quite get over leaving. 

50 years later: I wonder what the civil rights movement looked like to our expanding families in 1963 Alabama


Sonnie Hereford and his father walk into Fifth Ave. Elementary in Huntsville, making it the first integrated school in Alabama. I’d walk through those doors six years later, completely unaware of what had happened in 1963.

Southerners are marking events that happened 50 years ago when civil rights events exploded across my home state and others. I’m fascinated with the events themselves, but also curious about impacted families like mine.

Early June marked 50 years since George Wallace’s “stand in the schoolhouse door,” in response, President Kennedy’s speech sketching out a civil rights bill that very night, and in the early hours the next morning, Medgar Evers’ murder.

In the coming months, we’ll mark 50 years since the Rev. Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech, and the horrific bombing of Birmingham’s 16th St. Baptist Church that killed four girls in the church basement.

My great friend Bill Kimber was born June 11 in Birmingham’s South Highlands Infirmary, just a few miles from 16th St. Baptist Church. That was the same day that Wallace created his lasting image as an ardent segregationist on the University of Alabama campus.

I was born in Huntsville on July 7, just a few months ahead of the integration of Fifth Ave. Elementary School by Dr. Sonnie Hereford and his namesake son who I now count as a friend. It was the first school in Alabama to be integrated, and I would walk through those same doors as a first grader six years later.

There’s not much I can add to civil rights history that can’t be found in lots of other places, but I would like to know what was it like for my mother and Bill’s mother, and other young parents, bringing children into the world when that world as they knew it was being turned upside down.

Was it scary and daunting? Did they have sympathy for what the marchers and rights advocates were trying to accomplish? Or were they so busy with pregnancy they were insulated from it? After all, they were working-class white families, not completely immune from civil strife and turmoil, but obviously not impacted by Jim Crow like those marching and protesting and hoping for changes in laws that would change their lives.

When I was old enough to have conversations with her about it, my mother told me it scared her at first. I understand. The world that she’d known was changing dramatically. It would be one of the biggest and most important social upheavals in American history, and it was happening down the street.

I can just imagine Bill’s mother in her hospital bed, Wallace’s defiant words blaring through the television via the black and white evening newscast. What a world to bring a son into. In the long run, it was a better world. A world where Bill and I went to school with black kids and had black friends and those kids went to better schools.

My mother also told me she, at some point, began to understand the importance of the civil rights movement, and supported it. I’m not talking last year, but sometime in the 60s. As a single mother from a working-class family, I think she was in a position to understand what it meant to be oppressed, at least to some extent. She and other members of my extended family (Hi Cousin Pat!) were all-in supporters of civil rights and equal rights for women by the time I was old enough to have those conversations.


My mother, Muriel Isom, in the early 1940s.

While I sort of understand how she got there, I have no idea what that journey was like for our moms. Mine was a woman who grew up the child of a mill worker father and homemaker mother in segregated Alabama of the ‘30s and ‘40s, only to see change come roaring at her in the ‘50s and ‘60s faster than she probably imagined possible.

I’m proud, though, to come from a family that embraces it rather than resists it.

David Price says voting rights changes won’t matter in the long run

New York Times story on voting rights and the changing South

David_PriceSummed up nicely by my U.S congressman, Rep. David Price, (D) North Carolina:

“All the voter suppression measures in the world aren’t going to be enough to eventually stem this rising tide.”

NPR looks at how The Birmingham News did — and more importantly didn’t — cover civil rights

NPR: How the civil rights movement was covered in Birmingham

LIke a lot of B’ham News people, I was aware the paper didn’t properly cover the civil rights movement in Birmingham, but this NPR story by Audie Cornish offers some fresh insights.

It also reminds me how disappointed I have been, not only with the paper’s lack of civil rights coverage before my time, but even during my time there (and time in between).

The paper should designate a seasoned reporter to cover civil rights-related issues, including reporting on cold cases. The Clarion-Ledger in Jackson, Mississippi is a model for how it could and should be done.

I once suggested this to a reporter there I greatly admire, and he told me he’d brought it up before to editors (who are no longer there). They told him they already had a civil rights reporter — the religion writer. Certainly, the religion reporter knew many of the civil rights figures and is a good reporter, but civil rights and religion both deserve their own beats in a place like Birmingham.

The paper can’t do enough to make up for what it didn’t do back then, but is slowly getting there. Folks there now have done a mostly good job with the 50th anniversary of the events of 1963. And when I was there, we did an exhaustive piece on Birmingham’s many civil rights landmarks — bombed homes and churches, and other important places.

In Seattle, a reporter covers nothing but Boeing. In New York, many reporters cover nothing but Wall Street. In Detroit, reporters there own auto industry coverage. If a city has something completely unique to that city, the local paper ought to claim it and say “no one is going to do this better than us.” The Birmingham News/Al.com should do that with all things civil rights.

Southern accents do exist in Chapel Hill after all; Gaoo Heels!


Surrounded by Southern accents at the NCAA Super Regionals in Chapel Hill. By the way, UNC beat South Carolina 5-4 to advance to Omaha for the College World Series.

I mentioned in an earlier post, I feel like an island in a sea of non-Southerners here in Chapel Hill. Today, though, I discovered a sanctuary of Southern accents in the otherwise drawl desert that is Chapel Hill.

It was at today’s NCAA baseball Super Regional between UNC and South Carolina. The guy behind me, who was both loudly cheering and lovingly teaching the basics of baseball to a girl I assume was his daughter, at one point yelled, “Get anothern! Get anothern!” at a player who had earlier had a hit. It was nice to be among my people.

Unlike that guy, a lot of  what I heard was the slightly different (to my ear) North Carolina accent that says “go” like gaoo, “throw” like thraoo, “like” something like lahk and Carolina as CalAHNa.  But hey, what’s a little pronunciation among friends.

It was twangy music to my ears. Clearly, I need to spend more time at UNC sporting events.