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I had a Tchula Africa experience last summer

My wife flipped out.....she’s never been in deep Delta on a summer Friday nite...except eating at Lillos or Does

We had eaten at Luscos and were headed down 49 to Tchula then Lexington and down 55 to Jackson....my ancestral home...Prep/Ole Miss...the stereotypical thingie

Anyhow we come into Tchula around 930...early for Friday nite

There are only a couple of gas stations nowadays on the Cruger/Sidon side

We see 100s of black....Mississippi blue black fairly pure tropical African black...we all know the vernacular but I ain’t saying it here

Its damn dark....were in my Silverado crew cab....TN plates...Ted Cruz sticker...I made two years ago

Anyhow...there is a black man lying in middle of 49...)looking dead...tribes surrounding him lying there...southbound lane

My 14 year old boy who’s built like Clay Matthews and looks 17 and I run over thinking he’s been hit

Hit yeah....by a bottle of Heaven Hill that is.....snockered

Us and a couple of stocky black boys...again avoiding the natural colloquial... helped us get him over by the store and propped him up by the door

Now we are the only woods anywhere in a sea of 2-300 blacks out juking

But...this is the Delta and in Greenville I would been worried...in Tchula in that circumstance I felt OK...cautious but OK

Back in the 70s at duck camp at The Brake at Sidon I would never dreamed of hostility from country black folk

Anyhow we get our gas and some excellent fried chicken and catfish for later...being the pigs we are when in deep south and got back to the truck

My tiny wife was apoplectic....terrified

Was I careless

44 was in the truck....

Anyhow.....many things drove whites out.....mechanization and agri business and kids often just want out

Lease the land out and keep hunting rights or a camp house

The worm has turned...pity...its a unique place...I love it...its impacted me..

Your post just reminded me of something similar. We were driving back from Nashville to Houston, maybe it was Greenville. We stopped at a cafe late at night for a bite and got turned around and took the wrong street to get back to the highway. Turned the corner and we were in the middle of a crowd of blacks all over the street who were looking at us like “what are you doing here whitey?” I don't know if it was a party or a fight but were were out of our element and I was scared. I was driving and I didn't slow down and they moved out of our way but I was really glad to get away from that scene.