The 2004 meeting of Southern Foodways Alliance at University of Mississippi's Center for Study of Southern Culture brought together more than 300 scholars, food writers, restaurateurs, and just plain food lovers to eat and talk about issues of race and food history. Tom Hanchett, historian at Levine Museum of New South in Charlotte, North Carolina, shared this profile of 1950s southern writer Harry Golden, who used food and humor to advance nascent Civil Rights movement. Imagine a Jewish guy, short, fat, maybe in his fifties, bald, smoking a big cigar, Hungarian immigrants' kid, Yiddish accent, very Lower East Side. Make him a reporter for a labor union newspaper. That's Harry Golden. Now move him from New York, his natural habitat, to Charlotte, North Carolina. Cotton-mill town, banking town, place where religious diversity means Baptists and Presbyterians, adamantly antiunion dating back to General Textile Strike of 1934, when labor was rounded up and put in barbed-wire concentration camps. That's incongruous, right? Well, Harry Golden loved incongruous. He delighted in this new region he found himself in, and he delighted in role of gadfly and kibitzer. Harry Golden came to Charlotte at tail end of Great Depression and found himself a job at a little labor union newspaper. It's a surprise, perhaps, but there were enough unionists in Charlotte to support a newspaper--at least for a little while. Golden was energetic, a good ad salesman, a good talker, good company. Folks gravitated to him, enjoyed his presence and his stories. When newspaper went belly-up, Harry Golden decided to start his own monthly sheet, a one-man show called Carolina Israelite. told you he celebrated incongruous. Actually, if you know South it may not surprise you that Charlotte had enough Jews to support Leo's Delicatessen, and Harry opened Carolina Israelite in a big old Victorian house just a few steps from that nourishment. Harry aimed his new newspaper not specifically at Jews, but at anyone who might listen. He wrote about whatever was on his mind; Kathleen Purvis of Charlotte Observer recently called him the world's first blogger. It might be his Lower East Side youth, his thoughts on news of day, his love of opera, his love of food. It always, somehow, was about community. I have a positive cure for this mental aberration called anti-Semitism. believe we've been doing it all wrong. believe that if we gave each anti-Semite an onion roll with lox and cream cheese, some chopped chicken liver with a nice radish, and a good piece of brisket of beef with a few potato pancakes, he'd soon give up all this nonsense. It is worth a try. Or time he gave a box of genuine halva candy from New York to a Gentile friend here who had been courting a widow lady for years without success ... and next time saw guy he was dancing in streets. Often Harry Golden wrote about race, about incongruities he saw in city and region he had so enthusiastically adopted. Segregation bothered him deeply. So did system of unequal social relations that required that a black man, whose family had been in America 2 or 3 hundred years, step off sidewalk and tip his hat to me, a stranger to Charlotte, an immigrant in America. Golden made friends in black community as he did among whites. His house became a safe place where people of all backgrounds could drop in and talk--perhaps only such place in Charlotte, one of few in South. Out of those meetings, a marvelous strain of satirical humor began to bubble into Carolina Israelite. I prevailed upon manager of a department store to shut off water in his 'white' fountain and put up an 'out of order' sign. …
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