Chris Graham, Birthright Citizen

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Historian and author of Faith, Race, and the Lost Cause: Confessions of a Southern Church. A Clodhopper from North Carolina, forced to live on the mountain of conceit, Richmond, Va. Museums are not neutral.

Screenshot of a newspaper masthead from 1887 that simply says, "BEANS."
Book cover of Edisto: A Novel, by Padgett Powell. It’s reddish with a print of a boy standing atop some jet age strip mall sign, which happens nowhere in the book.
Sepia tones photo of three young boys (John, Alan, and Paul) in church clothes including knickers which they were absolutely embarrassed to be seen wearing.
A promising young Cub Scout poses in front of novelty colonial wallpaper from the 1970s. Didn’t really work out the way he imagined.
A balding man with longer hair, a tremendous beard, and communist credentials that would shame Marx himself, wearing the uniform of a United States Brigadier General in the American Civil War. Looks like he's dreaming of killing more slavers and making the world better for the working classes.
Old timey etching of THE DEVIL
Museum label with Greene spelled correctly
Title panel for a history exhibit that says “American Battleground: South Carolina’s Revolution” with Ranney’s battle of Cowpens painting and the 2nd South Carolina flag.
engraving from 1861 featuring a plump man with a pointed mustache seated with a newspaper in his lap and possibly eating a sandwich, avoiding a battle, and soliliquising, "Well, after all, this is a very nice way to go into the Fight."
Small black and white fiest grasping my hand with her paws and chewing on my fingers. Little weirdo.
Folksy and beefy (in the worst way) American television actor, Claude Akins, who has lots of Brill Creme in his Ronald Reaganesque hair, suspiciously arched eyebrows, crows feet, and a crooked smile (the legal variety).
metal lunch box and plastic thermos with Welcome Back, Kotter images on both.
Sept. 14, 1846 Monday morning. My dear C is certainly getting much worse and without a speedy alteration cannot survive many days. Monday night. The doctor thinks my Dear C cannot live till morning. Oh what heart rending news. I must! I do still hope for her recovery though the Dr. tells me I need not. September 15, 1846 Tuesday morning. About one or two o'clock in the morning my Dear wife expired. She had left a world of trouble. She has also left a husband that was devotedly attached to her, but I trust my loss is her eternal gain, as she was a devoted follower of the Lord. O! may the Lord help me to bear up under my bereavement and may he help me to manage aright my dear little children, five in number, the oldest not quite seven years of age and the youngest not eleven months old. O what a task.
Pencil sketch by G.C. Bingham of an elderly Revolutionary War veteran leaning on a walking stick while descending the stairs.
Paint roller in original packaging that reads "Purdy White Dove"
Title panel of an exhibit titled "Truthful History Heals" with a giant block of text.
Engraving of a man (Louis T. Wigfall, a buffoon) with body that has no torso. He's got extra long legs and arms and he's doffing a top hat in a gesture of thanks.
Box of TheraBreath mouthwash with Statue of Liberty and the words "Celebrate 250 years of freedom with freshness for all."
A truly terrible painting of a modern Santa Claus handing a saber to Confederate General Nathan Forrest, who is on a horse in a snowy woodland scene. It's fucking weird, man, and I'm kind of embarrassed to post it.
Granite plinth in a cemetery with green grass and trees in the background. This is the grave/memorial for Benjamin Franklin Randolph, a successful Black politician in South Carolina who was assassinated in 1868 because he was a successful Black politician in South Carolina.
Photo of a book cover with title “requiem for reconstruction” etc.
Photograph of Dr. John, wearing a spangled white top hat with feathers and sitting at a piano
Robert Hardy and Elizabeth Spriggs in Regency clothing and unable to contain their giggles, from Sense and Sensibility (1995)
Recipes for cooter pie and fish mousse from a 1950 cookbook published by the junior league of Charleston sc and frankly they’re really gross
Sign on a chain link fence with two story house in background and mad dog in the middle distance. Sign reads "Security/Mad Dogs/Warning!!!/These premises are protected by Armed Security Officers and/or K-9 attack dogs/#Chompurass"
a badass maroon car with 1970s styling and I have no idea what kind this is but it turns me on tbh
Sketch of a scene from Murder, She Wrote, with Harry McGraw and Jessica Fletcher sitting on a park bench scarfing hotdogs and talking over a case. They’re kinda like me and the Mrs because I’m street savvy but hard-luck and sort of dumb and the Mrs is way smarter than me and she may be wrong, but doubts it very much.
A bewigged man in wire frame glasses and tall collar and tri-corn hat. He's a "junior" but his father was named Christoffel. He was mayor of Albany.
black and white glass plate photograph of a field with hundreds of makeshift headboards and some trees in the background.
a light blue GMC Gremlin with white racing stripe.
A barren vacant lot with brick buildings in the background and a red car in front because this is a Google Street View image.
Two white men in evening dress look at renowned mystery writer Jessica Fletcher
Final scene of The Sopranos with Tony sitting in a diner booth on the left and Carmella and the boy on the right, looking at their menus and maybe that one guy at the counter is a problem and maybe not we'll never know.
Older white man in a priest’s habit
Data the yellow/green android from Star Trek wearing an Old West outfit with hat and pistol holster
A small black and white fiest laying on her side grappling my hand and furiously chewing on it with her janky dull teeth.
a small black and white growler with janky teeth roughhousing with my hand on a front porch sofa
Front cover of a book titled "Faith, Race, and the Lost Cause: Confessions of a Southern Church" with a greek revival style church with columns and whatnot and a bell tower that used to be a spire, neither of which the Greeks had.
Jessica Fletcher peering through a door and igniting her light saber
Google streetview of some brick houses and a wooden fence
a nuveau medieval painting of a man popping a blister on another man's foot and applying a plaster.
Three sirens seductively disarming our heroes.
wooden donation box featuring a carved relief of four people being swallowed by the fires of hell because they didn't drop a peso in the box at Mosteiro de San Xulián e Santa Basilisa de Samos.
Screenshot of a Google Street View image showing a street with trees, cars, and storefronts.
Newspaper clipping of a toast from 1928... AN EASY TOAST. I do not drink to life or death, My cup's not raised to joy or sorrow, Nor do I praise a sober breath, Or waste my toast upon tomorrow. Let others rave of Mother Earth, Of flappers, nature, birds or bees, Here's to the man in an upper berth, Who can undress with perfect ease! NATHAN HENRY NELSON
A blank page that won’t load.
Photo of a car wreck
Art print of Doc Watson in a red shirt playing his starry guitar against a night sky.
Baseball cap with logo for Richmond’s airport. Reads “you’re going places” and beneath that is cross stitched “like concentration camps”