Quotes About Natchez

and after a Natchez slave fabricated an improved cotton gin based upon a description by his owner, who had seen Eli Whitney's invention, many planters

My ancestors fought for the Confederacy during the Civil War; I was raised in Natchez, Miss.; I performed in the Confederate Pageant for a decade; I dug ditches and loaded trucks with black men who taught me more than any book ever could; and I graduated from Ole Miss. Anyone who survived that is a de facto expert on the South.

In Natchez, you only use the word home if it's antebellum," said Doug. "If your house was built after the Civil War, it's trashy to call it a home.

There was white racism aplenty in Natchez, but most of it wasn't hateful, and it didn't preclude voting for a black man. It was subtler and more complex than that, and arguably more insidious because it was less easy to call out.

There were no slaves in Natchez," she insisted haughtily. "We had field hands on our plantations, of course, but they were out of town or across the river. Here in Natchez, we had servants and we loved them. They were part of our families.

James Jackson, the barber, led the meeting, which was filmed by a documentary filmmaker named Ed Pincus, who was in Natchez documenting the civil rights struggle. The resulting film, Black Natchez, is still widely available.

The Natchez Trace seemed much safer to him than risking a sailboat from New Orleans to Washington

In 1850, Natchez boasted more millionaires than every city in America except New York and Philadelphia

My clearest memory of Ferriday is driving over to sit in the decaying old Arcade theater in 1978, because unlike Natchez's conservative theaters, the Arcade was showing Michael Cimino's The Deer Hunter. To this day, I believe the Arcade owners booked the film because they thought it was a movie about deer hunting, not Vietnam. The Concordia Beacon

have crystal meth over in Natchez?" "Of course we do. I'm not interested in the meth. I'm interested in the men who make and sell it." Walker's eyes narrow, then go wide with comprehension. "And what exactly do you want me to do?

some of what she said actually offended me. Caitlin truly was a liberal when she arrived in Natchez, and she routinely chastised me for being too conservative. But now it seems that her liberal "convictions" weren't convictions at all, but rather easy opinions based on the lectures of Ivy League professors. After a few years in the South, she's ready to give up on racial harmony and flee to more "enlightened"—read homogenous—environs.

The bluff on which Natchez sat was huge, and the road zigged and zagged and curled and twisted and dropped— like something Dr. Seuss might have imagined in a book titled The Cat in the Hat Drinks Blood.

There's no real network, and every city in Mississippi is so spread out, so it isn't easy to drive around and pass out CDs. So when an artist from Natchez or Gold Coast or Meridian breaks out, they already know exactly what kind of artist they want to be. The grind and the hustle is just so adamant.