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Ahmaud Arbery will not be erased
But will his death finally force America to see the truth?
How redrawing districts has kept Georgia incumbents in power
Georgia lawmakers have been accused of moving the goal posts so their party can stay in power. Could an independent set of mapmakers put an end to the process? Or must the courts decide?
7 questions for Patrick Phillips, author of “Blood at the Root”
The writer discusses his book, which chronicles the dark racial past of Forsyth County.
I was a teenage performer in a racist Wild West show, and I loved it—then
Once upon a time, my job description was “attack the train, terrorize the passengers, chase the pretty showgirls, fight the armed conductors, get killed.” As an Indian in a Wild West show with the Stone Mountain Scenic Railroad, I carried out these duties faithfully, with occasional embellishment, for two consecutive summers in the late 1970s.
Ta-Nehisi Coates on racism, Confederate monuments, the costs of being black in America
The Atlantic correspondent and MacArthur ‘Genius’ makes a stop at the Carter Center to promote his new book.
Roy Barnes on the Confederate flag and where the South needs to go from here
Barnes, a throwback to Georgia’s once mighty but now dismantled Democratic machine, was eager to talk about the South’s contradictions. And, as the governor who oversaw the revamp of Georgia’s state flag back in 2001—which removed the battle emblem and arguably cost him reelection in 2002—few are more uniquely qualified.
Regarding Henry: The 25th Anniversary of Hank Aaron’s 715th Homer
He is easier to love as a legend than he was as Henry Louis Aaron, No. 44. Or so it seems. He's just as black as he ever was. He still speaks his mind, unafraid jar someone's consciousness, even stoke the fires of anger. But even when, as a result, he receives a letter of disagreement, most of them don't open with Dear Nigger, anymore.
An Urban Mill Town: Growing up in Cabbagetown in the 1940s and 1950s
Life as I mapped it out for myself has been good; across my three score years I’ve put my Satchel and Underwood typewriter down in New York, Paris, Munich and in other cities I read about at the public library on Carnegie way. But whenever I’ve thought of home, I’ve thought of eight square blocks in the southeast quadrant of Atlanta, the Fulton Mill Village, called Cabbagetown since around 1946.