The American South has probably been ruined for me by the (more than likely false) stereotypes of Southern culture in movies, TV shows, and books. When I think "the South", I will probably always envision unbearable heat and humidity, sweaty overweight men in white suits hand-fanning themselves and drinking lemonade on a porch, incomprehensible English dialects, and slavery. I know, it's wrong, but what are prejudices for if not to be challenged or disproven?
The only time I have ever been to the South was a two-day visit to Savannah, Georgia. It was a beautiful city, from what I saw, and it certainly didn't exhibit any of the afore-mentioned preconceptions, with the exception of the heat and humidity. It was a bit of a cognitive dissonance for me, and an eye-opening experience. I do not honestly believe that all Southerners are lazy, unintelligent, and racist. No more than Northerners, I suppose. The truth is, of course, that stereotypes have some basis in truth, and the stereotypes of Southern institutionalized racism, while slightly unfair, exist for a reason.
The issue of racism among Southerners in the 21st century has, sadly, been raised due to a few unfortunate and embarrassing current events that managed to make national and international news.
One was the discovery that the state of Mississippi only recently (within the past year), apparently, abolished statutes allowing slavery from their state charter. (The excuse? Oh, they forgot to do it years ago...)
Another was news of some Southern high school students protesting their own senior proms for having segregated proms---in 2013. (School boards and administrators were actually defending and justifying their racist policies.)
And, finally, of course, the biggest news was poor ol' Paula Dean, who lost her TV show, contracts with the Food network, and good standing because she said the "n"-word. I'll be honest, I felt for Paula Dean. I don't believe that she is a horrible person, and I don't believe that she deserved the treatment that she received, but I also think her statements that there are "appropriate" and "inappropriate" times to use the "n"-word indicate a slightly weird (Southern) cultural, um, (for lack of a better word) stupidity. That Dean (and other Southerners) honestly believe that it's occasionally okay to say the "n"-word is, well, fucked up. IT IS NEVER OKAY TO SAY THE "N"-WORD! Unless, of course, you are Samuel L. Jackson in a Quentin Tarantino movie or Mark Twain.
Granted, words have power, and sometimes we give words too much power. Comedian Lenny Bruce believed that derogatory terms were derogatory because they were associated with hatred and feelings of racist superiority. Eliminate the hatred and racism behind the derogatory words and they just became harmless words. Bruce had a good point. But how do you eliminate racism from an inherently racist word? Better yet: how do you eliminate racism?
It's ridiculous to believe that racism no longer exists today. All you have to do is watch the evening news, local and national, to see that race is still a major issue. Still, for many, there is a belief that ours is somehow a more enlightened time. After all, we elected a black President. Twice. But most of us know that there is a lot of denial involved. Just ask Paula Dean.
All of this is just a rambling intro to my review of P.J. Parrish's excellent 1999 debut novel "Dark of the Moon", the first to feature private detective Louis Kincaid. In this book, we are introduced to a young, idealistic police detective who has just been hired by a small Mississippi town as a deputy. Kincaid is also black, a fact that was apparently overlooked or ignored by Sheriff Dodie when he hired Kincaid sight unseen.
Within his first couple months on the job, a body is discovered of a young black man who was apparently murdered thirty years ago. An obvious lynching, Kincaid is told to back off the case and file it "unsolved". Not good enough for Kincaid. Going against Sheriff Dodie's orders, Kincaid decides to investigate, re-opening many old wounds and creating new ones by angering many townspeople who don't want to be reminded of an embarrassing "dark" period in their town's (and the South's, in general) history.
Parrish (the pseudonym of a writing team of (white) sisters) knows how to tell an exciting murder mystery while painting an atmospheric picture of the present-day South. I'm sure some readers (especially some Southerners) may find Parrish's depiction of the South unfair and full of stereotypes. Not being a Southerner myself, I can't say if it's fair or not, and while there may be some stereotypes employed, Parrish tends to use them for the purposes of ultimately shattering them and getting to the truth.