I spent my school years in Mississippi - ten years. The only good memories I have of that time is Mississippi Delta blues. There were two worlds down there when I was growing up: the white world and the black world. I wonder how much of that has changed?
There seemed to be a phoniness - a pretension in the white world - a strong belief in values that weren't real.
The black world was grounded - they were dealing with life under real terms. They seemed more real - more true.
As a white kid I couldn't cross the color line, but I think I envied them.