In 1969, Atlanta's mayor and virtually the entire political landscape was of the white persuasion, however liberal and forward thinking they might be (compared to other civic "fergit hell" holes of the South). By the end of the decade, all levels of electoral politics had yielded to majority rule, only with a twist. Atlantans routinely crossed the color line to vote for the good candidate who happened to be of another race.
"Hands that pick cotton can pick our leaders," went the mantra of the Voter Education Project. But no cotton was to be found in Atlanta. We chose to pick history.
White Boy with
the black press