It takes a willful disregard of history to appreciate how white Southerners could look at the Confederate battle flag and see states' rights or a way of life or a tradition - and not one human being whipping another, which was a common occurrence.
I was born and raised in Richmond, Virginia, the capital of the Confederacy.
I majored in Southern history in college, and much of my early work at my first job - as a staff writer at 'Memphis' magazine - focused on race relations.
'Free State of Jones' went beyond that. It got into how the South wasn't as homogenous as we thought it was - or even the North for that matter, where we like to assume everyone wanted to free the slaves and they were all abolitionists. It actually shows how complex these ideologies were on both sides.
The South: What is this place? What's different about it? Is it different anymore? Good questions. Old ones, too. People have been asking them for decades. Some of us even make our living by asking them, but we still don't agree about the answers.
The Deep South has a completely different history, both good and bad, that is fascinating for everybody. It makes people work together who usually don't, and that sounds like a cliche in so many ways, but it actually happened... and it happened because of a beautiful idea.
As the first man from the Deep South in 130 years to be President of this nation, I say that these people in white sheets do not understand our region and what it's been through. They do not understand what our country stands for.
After his speech was interrupted several times by Ku Klux Klansmen:
In addition I wanted to write a Southern novel, because I'm a Southerner.
I grew up in the South, and I think there are lots of people who have distorted views of the South.
My style is not specific to the antebellum South, but it's heavily inspired by the Jim Crow era.
For an enemy so relentless in the war for our subjugation, we could not be expected to mourn; yet, in view of its political consequences, it could not be regarded otherwise than as a great misfortune for the South.
I am of Virginia and all my professional life I have studied of Lee and Jackson
The Bible Belt, the religious South, is the section of the country that practiced slavery until the war made them give it up. They practiced segregation. They practiced lynchings. I don't see any great value in that.
Like many people who live in the South, I'm drawn to the history of the Civil War.
I can think of no one more qualified to write about the modern South than Curtis Wilkie
Over the past four decades no reporter has critiqued the American South with such evocative sensitivity and bedrock honesty as Curtis Wilkie.
The thing about the South is we accept our history. We don't push it under the rug.
My position on how to address the Confederate flag is clear. In Florida, we acted, moving the flag from the state grounds to a museum, where it belonged.
Howard Dean knows about as much about the South as a hog knows about Sunday.
I speak for the colored women of the South, because it is there that the millions of blacks in this country have watered the soil with blood and tears, and it is there too that the colored woman of America has made her characteristic history and there her destiny is evolving.
I had been to the South many times and I thought I knew what the South was, but not until you live with people and live through their lives do you know what it's really about.
It was the world of Southern, rural, black growing up, of folks sitting on porches day and night, of folks calling your mama, 'cause you walked by and didn't speak, and of the switch waiting when you got home so that you could be taught some manners. It was a world of single black older women schoolteachers, dedicated, tough; they had taught your mama, her sisters, and her friends. They knew your people in ways that you never would and shared their insight, keeping us in touch with generations. It was a world where we had a history.
The beautiful, passionate, ruined South, the land of magnolias and music, of roses and romance . . . living on the memory of crushing defeats
I was not leaving the south to forget the south, but so that some day I might understand it
Every time I look at Atlanta I see what a quarter of a million Confederate soldiers died to prevent.