Stories about class conflicts between white Southerners where poor whites are not the villains

I listened recently to an episode of This American Life called The Ghost of Bobby Dunbar. It was about a wealthy white family whose son went missing in 1912 and was “found” a few months later. Only it wasn’t their child, it was the child of a poor single mother named Julia Anderson who worked as a field hand and didn’t have the resources to go up against the powerful Dunbar family. She was vilified and torn to shreds in the papers & during a sham trial, and was worried about getting lynched if she didn’t just drop it and leave the area. The Dunbars essentially kidnapped her child from her, and she was powerless to do anything about it.

The truth was discovered by a descendant of the boy raised as Bobby Dunbar, and it has caused considerable rifts in her family, as they are now shunning her. The descendants of Julia Anderson, on the other hand, have embraced her with kindness. It seems they knew the truth all along. It is a fascinating story from an angle that doesn’t get much attention when dealing with Southern narratives.

This whole story has struck a nerve with me because it is hard to find stories about poor whites in the South that don’t depict them as the villains, or inbred, or depraved, or just the overall worst kind of humanity.

I think they make easy scapegoats in Southern stories, especially from the last 150 years, but I know from my own life and family/friends oral histories this isn’t always the case and that class warfare among whites could be/can be brutal. Many upper class while folks would tell you straight to your face, and with a straight face, that they trusted their black maid or gardener with their complete household, but would never dream of employing “that cracker trash” as help or even letting them within 50 feet of their homes, for that matter. Doesn’t mean these rich folks weren’t/aren’t racist, they just think they are better than everybody else, white or black, because they have means.

Ah yes, the South is a complicated place, I acknowledge that, but my main interest is exploring that it isn’t always all of the white people against all of the black people all of the time, and there are lots of cases where the poor whites came out on the bad end of the stick, too.

The white versus black path is a well-traveled road in literature, there is quite a large amount of that available, but in searching for more stories like the case of Bobby Dunbar, there isn’t too much.

I have read quite a few diaries, narratives & biographies that have a decidedly Southern focus, and you can find loads of little tidbits in there about politicians and wealthy white folks pushing poor whites around and using them, as in the case of Eugene Talmadge, but as far as real published family stories, be they based on truth or fiction, they are apparently scarce as hen’s teeth.

I read about Georgia Tan and her Tennessee Children’s Home and how she exploited the poor, kidnapped and sold children away from their families, and was even in cahoots with a lady Judge…that’s a good example of what I am looking for.

The only other story I can think of at the moment that fits this is Rambling Rose, written by Calder Willingham, about a poor girl who has been victimized and is hired by a wealthy family to serve as a housekeeper. The family certainly sees themselves as socially above her. She causes much upset in their lives, and even though the rich family is quite kind to her, they are pretty glad to be rid of her in the end.

And please, no Flannery O’Connor. She is from my neck of the woods, and I can’t stand her. Her writing is mean-spirited and just plain unkind to this class of people. She feels like a snob to me. I may revisit her work one day and see if I feel different, but right now, just…bleck.

Does anyone have any suggestions or come across something like this? It can be a book or a movie.

Just asking since I know there are so many readers here.

Grapes of Wrath comes to mind, if Okies count as crackers.

You might consider reading some of Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings’s stuff. I don’t think there’s much in there about class struggle, but if you want realistic yet sympathetic descriptions of what life was like for poor white folks in the south - specifically Florida crackers - she’s it.

The Long Hot Summer. Love the movie, and although I’ve read my share of Faulkner, I did not read the stories the movie was based on.

Yes, I can see this story applying, and I haven’t seen it in ages, so I may pull it up. However, that whole breast milk thing is so incredibly squicky, I throw up a little in my mouth just thinking about it.

Ah, The Yearling! Fad O’ Ween! He was the second setting, poor thing.

But as you said, nothing too much in the way of class struggle, and the villain is the Mother! But it is a good story to understand why poverty and loss makes some people hard. Thanks!

You know I have never read any Faulkner, and I should be ashamed of that. How tough is it? And does he portray all kinds of people as having good and bad qualities? Because that is what I truly enjoy.

I’m not sure if Greg Iles Natchez Trilogy counts.

Norma Rae?

No, I don’t want anything where race is the central theme, it sucks all the oxygen out of the room and doesn’t leave space for anything else.

I quite enjoyed Norma Rae, so yes, that would qualify and thanks for reminding me. I especially enjoyed that it showed poor whites and blacks sorta in the same boat, which happens often, you just don’t hear about it, and the powers that be don’t want them to realize it.

The mention of The Grapes of Wrath reminds me of a curious forgotten meme which surfaces in the movie when the Joads learn that the government labor camp doesn’t allow police in without a warrant. The Joads react with relief, their fear of and contempt for “cops” being evident.

Country music used to express sympathy for the plight of the incarcerated, from “The Prisoner’s Song” in 1925 to half of Johnny Cash’s repertoire. But I can’t remember the last time I heard a country song expressing this sentiment. There are a number of factors, from the rising socio-economic status of country audiences, to the improved integrity of law enforcement.

So, I don’t have a specific example, but I’m sure there were many instances of poor white people suffering at the hands of law enforcement officers, at the direction of rich white people.

PS: The Bobby Dunbar story is a fascinating one. IIRC, there was a ballad recorded about it.

Shark Skin Suite by Tim Dorsey.

Yes, country music used to be made for and targeted to the down-trodden. Now it is mostly just posing as that, hence it has become mostly tone deaf.

As for the Ballad of Bobby Dunbar, they played bits of it in the background during the opening and closing of the show. The narrator said that back in those days, big news stories usually got made into a song, and that’s how they traveled among the common folk and became legend. Only Bobby Dunbar’s real legend turned out to be much more interesting than the ballad and the people of the time ever knew.

I am reluctant to even say this, as I know I will be called on to cite it, and I would have to go dig up a few old books, but there were uneducated white sharecroppers and white people on chain gangs and caught in the peonage system, but they won’t be the first examples pulled up in an internet search.

This isn’t scandalous information. Of course there were (and are) poor white folk in the south. And of course there were poor white folks who were treated very badly by systems set up to make sure the rich stayed rich. I don’t think you’ll find anybody who will dispute that.

They were just a lot less likely to get, you know, lynched for looking at a white woman funny.

Have you read “Cold Sassy Tree” by Olive Ann Burns?

Well I appreciate your saying that, as I have learned I have to be careful, as there are many people I have run across ( a couple on this very board) who know nothing about The South but think they know everything. There are things I am screaming inside to respond to sometimes, but I just bite my lip, sit on my fingers, and walk away.

And true, Cracker Trash might not get lynched for looking at a white woman funny, but they might get lynched for something else. A lot of those terrible cases of both black and white people getting lynched seemed to happen to someone who was deemed an outsider, didn’t fit in, or just couldn’t be connected to anyone.

The Murder of Mary Phagan in Atlanta is a good example of the dangers of being an outsider & not fitting in. There were suspicions at the time that the black janitor at the Pencil Factory had killed her, but he was passed over as a suspect in favor of the New York Jew, Leo Frank, who was a kinda strange fellow anyway. The wealthy politicians and other powerful people in law enforcement felt more prejudice towards the New York Jew than the black janitor because, yes, the janitor was black, but they knew him, and he was “one of us”. Leo Frank had to be guilty because he was odd and he talked funny and worst of all, he was a Yankee coming down trying to tell Southerners how to run a business. His body was brutalized so badly his head was almost torn off. Later evidence now points very strongly that the janitor did it.

I thought about The Murder of Mary Phagan as belonging in this category, but it really doesn’t, even though the victim was a poor child laborer, her case was used politically to whip up racism and influence elections. The powerful people involved didn’t care about that little girl, they cared about how riled up they could get people over it. A group of self-styled avengers was formed, and they called themselves The Knights of Mary Phagan, and they went out to Stone Mountain and burned a cross on top of it for the first time, and of course, it just escalated from there…

I did read that, ages ago. So long ago, I forgot what it was about. I think I still have my copy somewhere around here.

This looks a little too contemporary for me. My tastes run a bit more “Old Timey”. :smiley:

Where the Lilies Bloom? Appalachian impoverished “white trash” family in a lonely mountain cabin struggle courageously and intelligently to scratch out a living together as per their promise to their deceased father, despite occasional clashes with local landowners.