Old Folks called himself a Professor of
Cracker Studies, without portfolio.
What institution of higher learning would
put its imprimatur on a Florida cracker?
To Old Folks, a multiculturalism
that left out the Florida Cracker wasn't pancultural, it was ethnocentric. Xenophobic.
Crow-Jim reverse-discrimination. Like saying, "We are civilized, you are primitive."
It was "The Emperor Has No Clothes On" written by the emperor. In which
the emperor is looking splendid in his purple robes. Like the bullfrog, got no britches
on.
Hell, Brew was proud to be a primitive.
He was a wild analyst.
Wild in the sense untrained, unschooled. Self-taught.
Raw, open, unpolished,
unrefined.
Think of art brut, or outsider art.
Untutored.