Definitely a book pushing the agenda of the ruling Tolerance Police, a work that becomes more ham-handed and unintentionally comical as it progresses. For example, I’m not a Southerner, but is the South today really a place where humble proud saintly, but spunky, blacks need to avoid being seen on Main Street, hiding themselves away amongst leafy country hillsides in 'Jook' joints, where they may dare to play their non-country music and dance, laugh and sing to their hearts content away from the racist redneck crackers?
Or does the South, like every other region of the country, have residential housing patterns, sometimes extending to other places, like bars and eateries, that are almost identically self-segregated, whether people are Republican, Democrat, conservative, liberal or independent? Just like all other races in all other nations around the world.
The icing on the cake was the “Yankee Jewish lawyer” and his wife, who looked like “Prince Rainier and Grace Kelley,” about which the hero protagonist was greatly surprised and delighted. What, the author doesn't think most Yankee Jewish lawyers look like Prince Rainier?
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