I’m Doug from the inside out, and these books are a part, but just a part, of me.
I’m very independent in thought and action, so a conventional appearance is restful, protective, and a little amusing.
I like and respect people with very different views from my own.
The Rural Social Justice thread in these books is the armature that gives structure to pieces intended to provoke, inspire and feed the reader’s thinking and imagination.
Few people will read them; but it only takes one to make all the difference.
I’m not passing a torch — I’m just holding the door.
July 31, 2020
Industrial farmers are ever-vigilant in their efforts to keep a wholesome image. In the unreported media gulf between urban newspapers and “Ag ghetto” trailers, theirs is the only voice. And they never stop trash-talking the rural community.
In an age that pretends to enlightened social justice, the “hillbilly,” “trailer trash,” “good-ole-boy” is a target that is fair game to all . . . because they’re “racist” and “ignorant” and “backwards” and “uneducated” and you really don’t know anything about them.
They’re people who live independently with almost no money, and no representation at all. You won’t see them golfing at your country club, but you might meet a rich factory farm owner — telling “redneck” jokes.
You Know You Live near a Factory Farm When Your Kids Go Fishing with a Pool Skimmer