A swamp Negro ... a white trash woman ... a tragic hunger. This is the story of Luther, a bronze giant, a swamp Negro, proud of his Indian blood. Luther had a daughter, fast-blossoming, almost a woman, and very much interested in men. She was a problem. But she was nothing compared to Sarah, the wife of a neighboring farmer. For Sarah was lush and full and handsome, and when she looked at Luther's great elastic body, her look burned bright with desire. Luther knew what she wanted. He also knew she was a white woman.
Wow. A novel about identity and race relations in South Carolina published in 1932. It's fascinating to see how much has changed. And by fascinating, I mean seeing that nothing aside from word choices has changed in almost a century is fascinating. Attitudes of distrust between races, casual condescension, abuse of power both official and societal, and the lack of hope among the poorest people were discussed starkly, but most remarkable was the frank portrayal of the racial grievance industry as merely a ploy for lawyers to collect fees and politicians to solicit donations. The more things change...
Don't get within a mile of this novel if you've ever considered yourself 'triggered', 'micro-aggressed', or 'victimized'; your poor brain couldn't handle it.