Word: appalachia
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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More specifically, it is an interview with Robert Coles, Research Psychiatrist for University Health Services, who as a writer and psychiatrist has since 1958 gotten to know the lives of sharecropper families in the South, of mountain families in Appalachia, and of ghetto families in Roxbury...
...curious to me that I can find support for Bobby Kennedy from the poor in Appalachia, where Harry Cardill called him the greatest man since Franklin D. Roosevelt; I can find support for him in lower-middle-class, and particularly so-called backlash regions, in Boston. But again--we have McCarthy. I don't think this is just an idle, irrelevant distinction. It ties in with the estrangement I spoke of between the white upper-middle-class intellectual liberal, and even radical, community, and the very people whose lives they want changed, but changed from the distance of their analysis...
...performance? His critics suspected as much. TIME Correspondent Hays Gorey, who has followed the career of Bobby as Senator and candidate, does not agree: "No one who has seen Kennedy on the Indian reservations of Arizona or Idaho, no one who has seen him in the stinking hovels of Appalachia, no one who has seen him take the hand of a starving Negro child in the Mississippi Delta, accuses him of acting. Neither he nor any other politician could be that good an actor...
...recent months, TIME correspondents from coast to coast have surveyed the dimensions of American deprivation. From the eroded gullies of Appalachia to the bottom of the Grand Canyon, through the gumbo of the Mississippi Delta and the muskegs of Maine ? and of course in the slums of every major American city ? they sniffed the stench of penury, tasted the grits and sowbelly of the poor man's kitchen, and listened to the anger and anomie that suffuse the voice of the poor. Some of the manifold faces of poverty...
CHICAGO: Nothin' from Appalachia Many white poor who have left Appalachia still return to the "hollers" to sample the hospitality of home, chow down on pokeweed salad and hog jowls, pop a squirrel with the old .22-cal. "hog rifle," or just "swang on the front stoop." Others are totally uprooted. In a second-story apartment on Chicago's North Side, an obese Appalachian woman grunted heavily as she heaved herself off the army blanket covering her bed. She flicked off the stained TV and said: "I've got trouble. My 14-year-old, he just got stabbed...