After experiencing the museum, Montgomery felt different. My class was silent. Nobody cared to crack any jokes. The air even started to smell different — like rotting garbage, reminiscent of the Southern Magnolia that Billie Holiday sung about decades prior.
Recognized images shape the perceptions of people all around. Whether Aunt Jemima perpetuates the image of the caring, African-American housekeeper or cartoons of the 1970s strictly portraying Hippies...
It’s not so comfortable. This weekend, I was fortunate enough to give a talk at a classics conference down south, at the University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill.
I spoke about the editing process...
