The Deep South of the late 1950's was another country: a land of lynchings, segregated lunch counters, whites-only restrooms, and a color line etched in blood across Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, and Georgia. White journalist John Howard Griffin, working for the black-owned magazine Sepia, decided to cross that line. Using medication that darkened his skin to deep brown, he exchanged his privileged life as a southern white man for the disenfranchised world of an unemployed black man. What happened to John Howard Griffin--from the outside and within himself--as he made his way through the segregated Deep South is recorded in this searing work of nonfiction. Educated and soft-spoken, John Howard Griffin changed only the color of his skin. It was enough to make him hated...enough to nearly get him killed. His audacious, still chillingly relevant eyewitness history is a work about race and humanity every American should read.
Black like me
When they became tired enough or uncomfortable enough, they would eventually take seats beside us and soon see that it was not so poisonous after all. But to give them your seat was to let them win. I slumped back under the intensity of their stares. But my movement had attracted the white woman's attention. For an instant our eyes met. I felt sympathy for her, and thought I detected sympathy in her glance. The exchange blurred the barriers of race (so new to me) long enough for me to smile and vaguely...
Une incroyable expérience sur la ségrégation raciale à la fin des années 50 aux Etats-Unis !
J. H. Griffin, humaniste blanc, a tenté l'impossible : en prenant le temps de quelques semaines l'apparence d'un Afro-Américain, il s'immerge dans la population noire du Sud des US. Jour après jour, il rédige son journal. Il nous fait part de ses expériences, ses rencontres, ses sentiments... Un témoignage brillant d'une période des Etats-Unis peu glorieuse...
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