Cracker Barrel is a guilty pleasure of mine. Guilty because the company has a lousy as hell reputation when it comes to treating people right whether they're African American, LGBT, female, or some combination thereof. I justify my hashbrown casserole by telling myself the company has been forced to institute some changes since I worked there at 16 and experienced sexual harassment firsthand (and punched the manager in the solar plexus in front of witnesses. Asshole.).And it has changed. Or at least the walls have. I've been in a couple locations recently that actually had old advertisements and photographs of honest-to-goodness black folks on the walls amidst all the nostalgic whatsits. Who knew black people were part of the "history and heritage" of the South?
While I thought of posting this evidence of Cracker Barrel's acknowledgment of black people's existence, I think this faceless white man on a tractor says something deeper about the whole scene. He was on the wall too.
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