Lyndsey Gilpin’s maternal grandmother in Eastern Kentucky, Lyndsey Gilpin.

Shifting the Southern Narrative, or Why I Came Home

Confronting the difficult truths of a changing Southern landscape. By Lyndsey Gilpin   In the faded photo, my grandmother is 14 years old, huddled close to her best friend on a wooden fence somewhere in Eastern Kentucky. She’s wearing a sweater and rolled-up jeans, the humidity frizzing her chestnut-brown hair. The Appalachian mountainside climbs straight […]

issue 5: frontiers

Race Home

In late August 2016, about five minutes from my house, Kenneth Walker, the only black volunteer firefighter in North Tonawanda, New York, received a racist threat in the mail. It read: NIGGERS ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BE FIREFIGHTERS. NO ONE WANTS YOU IN THIS CITY. YOU HAVE UNTIL THE END OF THE WEEK TO RESIGN […]