Being myself raised in a stagnant, suburban community established by Alabaster Whitey McGenocide The Third, I associate a man in this fellow's posture with the disapproving father of temporary girlfriend number seventy-five as he watches me approach, but this connection is irrelevant.
This photo simply and eloquently demonstrates the emotive nature of a shaky and difficult time in American history where the wounds of slavery were still the scars of segregation and the South exemplified every bit the term "situated unrest." Imagination beyond the frame of the photo would show vast fields of cotton or hemp in a sweltering southern sun. The title chosen for this photo could be misleading as well so I have crafted my own to enhance the experience:
Alternate Photo Titles
1)-Plantation Overseer Takes Everyone Out For Ice Cream and Cigarettes!
2)-Atticus Confronts Bob Ewell In Front Of Tom Robinson's House.
3)-Finally! We Locked The Keys Inside Hours Ago.4)-Plantation Overseer And His Field Hands Wait For Little Stevie's Birthday Party To Finish So They Can Get A Turn With The Newfangled Southern Lazer-Tag Arena.
In all seriousness, this photo is indicative of some serious social inequality that is still present in the American Psyche.
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