Part One Of Two Parts Ive had my eyes open and my ears. What Ive seen Ive seen, and what Ive heard Ive heard. God knows I wont jump back from tellin what I know.Meet Nate Shaw, a cotton farmer, born in Alabama in 1885. Although his parentsMorePart One Of Two Parts Ive had my eyes open and my ears. What Ive seen Ive seen, and what Ive heard Ive heard. God knows I wont jump back from tellin what I know.Meet Nate Shaw, a cotton farmer, born in Alabama in 1885. Although his parents were slaves, Shaw felt free.
He felt equal to anyone, and listening to his amazing life, there is no doubt of his intelligence and originality. Imagine his frustrations, wrapped in a black skin in conservative rural Alabama. For a gifted black, time must have stood still.Theodore Rosengarten found a black Homer, able to tell his odyssey with awesome intellectual power, with passion, with an almost frightening power of memory.
We have a black Faulkner...Nate Shaw strides directly off the page and into our consciousness, a living presence...speaking history. (The New York Times)