Review of book by David Moreland

Truth like love is in the eye of the beholder. We all have our truths and our lies and we all have our lives, too. Sometimes these lives and those lies and those very selfsame truths come into conflict and what we get from that, what comes out the other end of this anti-fictional vacuum, this cornucopia of veracity is a refined truth, a bright white refined version of the truth of some people without taking into account the truths of others, not so refined!

What Mr. Moreland has done here is to take the truth that we all know from reading the whiteman's newspaper

(and when i say whiteman's newspaper, i include all the middle class black men and women who have sold out to the vcr and the airconditioning and the big fancy buicks, and forgotten about those suffering descendants of Joseph -- a black man!)

and he has turned that "truth" over a swizzling stick in a hot, hot fire and used that truth to beat the real events from the stories and lies told by the newspaper and the luxurious people of Eatonton!

This book is the real truth, the truth that happened, not the anti-truth of the lying luxury classes. Mr. Moreland is no Hemmingway and he is no Rushdie and he is no "poet of the
redbug belt" but he is the anti-paradise in the future let's have paradise right now on earth while we have the opportunity candidate for your reading habits. You will not find monsters from space in this book, and you will not find cannibalism (other than the one episode when he was a boy scout and the white scout leader made him) in this book, nor will you find gun play reminiscent of a pulp novel, (except for the detectives) what you will find is truth, anti-fiction and heart, the heart of a real beating heart, the blood of pulsing blood and the feet of clay we all pad about on.

I, too, know the story behind the events in this book, and I too, know the veracity of the story told by Mr. Moreland, i have lived in Eatonton, and i have driven through on my way to Florida many times, until they built the bypass, and I have seen the little colored rabbit standing on the courthouse lawn, reminding us all that Brer Rabbit lived there, and flourished there.

Yes, Eatontonians the truth is never a pleasant tale when you are the butt of the story. Black men and women have been for a thousand years the butt of the european luxury swindler's jokes, and now the tail is turned! Your tail is on the line and you are squirming, but never fear, you have the power and the law, and even the religion of the white man (don't get me started on how the white man drove the lies of the Christ down the throats of the black slaves who had no choice but to believe) on your side, as didn't the preachers of the early slavery times (we live now in the middle slavery times, as we are all slaves today of the machine of white luxury) preach how as once jews were slaves so must the black man serve his/her penance as slaves before breaking free of the bonds of bondage!!!

So Eatonton (what a pompous name EATON, trying to glom glamour from the playing fields) wriggles under the laser beam of scrutiny throughout the world and stumbles as the bastion of truth and justice, and we all know that locked in the refrigerator in the sheriff's office are the brains of the "Eatonton Five", black men who dared rise above their station in the fifties, and how can men and women of today expect justice from a sheriff who indulges in this sort of brain refrigerating?

I say we cannot, and this is what Mr. Moreland is attempting to explore and expose! Brains in the refrigerator leads to night sticks on the head and then to blood on the highway. Eatonton is a corrupt little slum where if you have money you can kill poorer folks and run over poorer folks and steal their money and cattle and even their women. Eatonton is the triumph of luxury just as Thorsten Veblen said in his book on the Leisure Class. We all suffer from the depredations of these megalomaniacs and until we realize who they are and what they want and how they get what they want and then how they use their illgotten gains and how these illgotten gains crush us and they finally how they own the funeral homes and actually, literally they bury us, then we will continue to be down trodden and we will deserve what we take, for that is the way the world works and Mr. Moreland is attempting to rectify that, so yes, i recommend this book, i recommend it highly, read it and learn, read it and profit, read it and become educated, for the truth, THE ANTI-FICTION, will set us free if only we let it, if only we listen, if only we pay attention not to the siren call of the Circe of Luxury, if only we never gaze upon the Gilt-Medusa and fall prey to the Cerebus of our own hells, then perhaps one day in the near, or distant, future, we might be able to understand and deliver our own messages to the luxurious of Earth. No!!! we will scream, NO!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!