


Community Library Mississippi launched its Local History Speaking Series today with a tour of the COFO Civil Rights Education Center and a book talk by Mary Haralson Coleman.
Guest were greeted by Dr. Robert Luckett. Angela Stewart facilitated the tour.
















Thankful to new readers who purchased the 2nd edition of the biography “James Meredith: Warrior and the America that created him” by Meredith Coleman McGee. This biography was re-released by Meredith Etc on February of 2019. The 1st printed was published by Praeger Publishing, and an imprint of ABC-CLIO. This title circulates in the international textbook market.

Meredith Etc, a small press and online retailer, at a glance

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Univ of Mississippi, Oxford & Univ of California, Merced – 1st college libraries to carry 2nd edition of “James Meredith” a biography about the Civil Rights icon by his niece Meredith Coleman McGee.
New edition includes 50 photos and over 100 additional pages
The 1st edition was published March 21, 2013 by Praeger Publishing an imprint of ABC-CLIO, Santa Barbara, California. pages 225, 10 photos, James Meredith 1933-2012, age 79
The 2nd edition was released February of 2019 by Meredith Etc, a small press operated by Meredith McGee. pages 335, 50 photos, James Meredith 1933-2018, age 85

Classroom discussion: race and the law, then and now!
Imitation of Life by Meredith Coleman McGee, Odyssey 2nd edition
Black boy, black boy, don’t you see, the world is waiting for you to be who you’ll be.
The hurdles ahead are many, but success is hard to find. Hurry, hurry to the bar the first 50 will get in free.
Your future girl may be there or maybe a one-night stand.
The package lurks near, on the wall, hot potatoes.
O dear, O dear!
The line outside is long, so the show will be prolonged. Keep your eyes open, don’t dare doze for long because your enemy is everywhere.
Bad spirits and confusion can turn friends into foes, because good dialogue is hard to maintain.
It must be one way or the other because compromise is always at stake.
Keep a clear head often, calm will see you through, but erratic behavior can destroy you.
Your little brother is watching and waiting to grow fast. He wants to be just like you because you’re the man he sees.
He loves his mother dearly, but she abandoned him too soon.
She left last Sunday after dinner and returned to retrieve her things.
His eyes rained tears for hours, and nothing has mattered since.
He yearns badly for his mother, but she is lost to boot. Toot, toot around she has been, but worries she has none because fun is sitting at the door when her eyes meet the sun.
The boy grew up too bitter to see the glitter glow, while little brother portrays the imitation he knows.

The unwatered plant
He slapped a frown on her crown.
The plant was not watered and it withered and died.
She forgave over and over again.
Her chin became attached to the palm of her right hand.
The season changed; it rained and it rained and the plant fell from its frame.
He pushed her here, hither, and there.
She left her faith sitting in the chair.
The reason for the season blew away like the mist at night in the dark alone in the park.
She stood tall, she held on tight, and fought her feeling through the night.
The owl peeped through the tree making his presence known.
That morning she pondered, worried, fretted, and cried.
The chicken jumped over the fence.
Dinner was served without meat.
He shined his shoes, told her he was sorry for the 12th time, and headed east.
By noon, confusion had taken a toll on her soul.
She snapped the string beans in 100 pieces.
The sun jumped over the moon, but the message arrived that afternoon.
She threatened to harm herself.
Her sister told her, “Go ahead.”
Words sis would one day dread.
She cried for help; they went to her side.
She cried for help; they went to her side.
She cried for help; they screamed wolf.
She cried for help; they yelled wolf.
She gave up the ghost.
They dressed in black, and rode in that pretty Cadillac.
She is no more.
They all cried at her graveside.
By Poet Meredith Coleman McGee, Author, Odyssey 2nd edition https://www.amazon.com/Odyssey-Meredith-Coleman-McGee/dp/099932263X