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Campbell Coxe, a tall, sunburnt farmer, stepped up to the microphone.
"This isn't whiiiite rice," he said, drawing out the "white" with an exaggerated accent. "This is a gourmet rice."
Carolina Gold rice is that, and more. It's a grain with a past gilded in wealth and shadowed by slavery.
Further down, the article mentions that
...the same boggy fields that aided rice cultivation helped doom it after the Civil War. Without slaves to work fields too soft for mechanical harvesting, the rice industry dwindled. A hurricane finished it off.
Those hurricanes, huh? They seem to finish off all sorts of things. Is it just me, or does this revival of interest in Carolina Gold signal a larger nostalgia for those halcyon days of white mastery? I guess it's probably just me -- and a healthy market demand for pure and natural organic products. OK, sorry I said anything. I'll be quiet now.
posted by Christopher Locke at #
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
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