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Gray Stewart

Synopsis: Travis Hemperly is  a white southerner who has never been the minority in any room he has ever entered. He has also just joined the history faculty at a historically black college in Atlanta. Off campus, he rekindles a relationship with an old flame, and life looks bright--until he begins to suspect that a family member witnessed a lynching as a child. Complicating matters, his father is now a talk show host for WCTR--Confederate Talk Radio--whose listeners debate whether slavery was wrong. In order to remain in his new position, Travis will have to come to terms with some history outside of his area of specialization--that of his family and that of the South.

 

 

ISBN: 978-1-60489-173-7 Hard cover $30.00   Sale Price $22.00

ISBN: 978-1-60489-174-4  Trade paper $18.95     Sale Price $12.95

296 Pages

  About the Author: Gray Stewart’s life story reflects ways the South has changed and how it hasn’t. He is a third generation white Atlantan but spent more than a decade on the faculty of Morehouse College, a historically African American men’s college, where he taught the fiction workshop from 2000-2010. He has also worked as a paramedic at Grady Memorial Hospital, Atlanta’s lifeline for the indigent and one of the busiest Level 1 trauma centers in the country. These experiences have given him a unique vantage point from which to describe “the city too busy to hate.”

 

 

 

 

 Excerpt from the Book:

Prologue

 

When Travis Hemperly was twelve-years-old, his father told him about a man who had been chained to a tree and killed with an axe. They were driving south in the Wide Track Pontiac, speeding down I-75 through the flat farmland south of Macon and toward the Florida border. The car didn’t have air conditioning, so there was no relief from the July heat and none coming. The sun was high, both windows rolled down, the inside broiling, hot air whipping through. When Travis asked his father why he’d bought a car with no a.c., Henry glared back cross-ways and set his teeth. “Think, son. Think. The compressor alone weighs almost 500 pounds. Don’t you know how that would slow a fast car like this down?”

There wasn’t much traffic on the highway this far south. A logging truck struggled northbound, pine trunks stacked, debris flying in its wake. A buzzard swooped in a lazy circle, riding the updraft, looking for lunch. The Pontiac’s engine drowned out everything. At this speed, Henry had to shout to be heard--and so he did, yelling in bursts of enthusiasm and anger and amazement about shadow societies and puppet masters, about three families who manipulated the global economy and controlled all governments everywhere. And aliens had visited the earth—not aliens from Mexico but from another galaxy. They’d come thousands of years ago, found the Mayans down in the Yucatan, and the Mayans had worshiped them like gods. They even built great stone temples for them and carved pictures of their spaceships into rock. The proof was right there. All you had to do was look. Then the Mayans all disappeared! Vanished, just like that! 

 

 

 

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