Synopsis: What J. Vance did for Appalachia with Hillbilly Elegy, CNN analyst and one of the youngest state representatives in South Carolina history Bakari Sellers does for the rural South, in this book that illuminates the lives of America’s forgotten black working-class men and women.Part memoir, part historical and cultural analysis, My Vanishing Country is an.
- “My Vanishing Country: A Memoir” by Bakari Sellers is published by Amistad/HarperCollins.
- My Vanishing Country is a memoir by lawyer, politician, commentator, and activist Bakari Sellers. Bakari grew up in Denmark, South Carolina, which is a rural, predominantly black, relatively impoverished town. Bakari’s parents were well educated, but they sometimes had difficulty supporting their family.
- Part memoir, part historical and cultural analysis, My Vanishing Country is an eye-opening journey through the South's past, present, and future. Anchored in in Bakari Sellers' hometown of Denmark, South Carolina, Country illuminates the pride and pain that continues to fertilize the soil of one of the poorest states in the nation.
- Part memoir, part historical and cultural analysis, My Vanishing Country is an eye-opening journey through the South's past, present, and future. Anchored in Bakari Seller’s hometown of Denmark, South Carolina, Country illuminates the pride and pain that continues to fertilize the soil of one of the poorest states in the nation.
When I arrived at Morehouse College, I was only sixteen years old, but no one guessed my age because I was six-foot-five and some change. I arrived with Hercules, my four-foot-long ball python, which probably should have been a dead giveaway, but my age was a kept a secret, at least until my mother sent a huge bouquet of balloons to the dorm months later that said “Happy 17th Birthday.” I was mortified, to say the least.
Although pets were prohibited on campus, Hercules lived in my dorm room without Michael, the residential director, ever finding out—maybe because Michael wasn’t around much since he was newly married. Michael treated us like grown men, having only one rule: don’t disrespect me and make me write you up.
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Jarrod and I moved into Room 122 in the honors dorm called Graves Hall. Dbeaver cosmos db. It was one of those old-school college dorms with one twin bed to the right and another to the left. I had my snake, and Jarrod had his television. We were the only boys from Orangeburg at the time, two among a group of people labeled “country.