My boi from Texas told me about that racist town.I remember going to a tournament in Alabama when I was around 16-17. We stopped in a little town called Vidor, TX. I went inside this little gas station to get something to snack on. The old man behind the counter looked at me like I just told him to fuk his mother or something. He told me when he was giving my change "you should get out of here before night time" or some shyt like that. I walked off like wtf. Come to find out that town is a KKK town. Dude who was behind the counter would have fit in perfect with those pics.
He wasn't lyingMy boi from Texas told me about that racist town.
Yeah, they're professionally done by a photojournalist partaking in a documentary about the Klan.GOAT quality photos, what camera do you use OP? Looks like they are just having fun out there
So you do photography on the side?Yeah, they're professionally done by a photojournalist partaking in a documentary about the Klan.
http://www.slate.com/blogs/behold/2..._unrestricted_access_to_the_ku_klux_klan.html
Which one of them was your dad, Esau?So you do photography on the side?
“I think a lot of the credibility I’ve earned also stems from my basic philosophy that you need to give some of yourself in order to receive anything back. I spend time with people, I listen to what they have to say, and I treat each person as an individual. I don’t have to believe what they believe, but whenever I’m in someone’s space, I feel I’m obliged to observe without judgment.That's not to say I wouldn't intervene if I felt a situation called for it, but I choose to observe moment to moment and simply take in what I see and experience without presumption or pretext,” he said.
isn't she Mexican or something?
Vidor, TX was a notorious Sundown Town.I remember going to a tournament in Alabama when I was around 16-17. We stopped in a little town called Vidor, TX. I went inside this little gas station to get something to snack on. The old man behind the counter looked at me like I just told him to fuk his mother or something. He told me when he was giving my change "you should get out of here before night time" or some shyt like that. I walked off like wtf. Come to find out that town is a KKK town. Dude who was behind the counter would have fit in perfect with those pics.
Which one of them was your dad, Esau?