The South Carolina BBQ Feud: Family, Politics and Racism

In the Carolinas, BBQ is simply the most important food around.  BBQ sauce is distinctively divided by region.  In Western Carolina you can expect sweet tomato based sauce.  In Eastern Carolina you will get Vinegar based sauce.  My personal favorite is South Carolina BBQ Sauce.  South Carolina BBQ sauce is mustard based and has a unique color and flavor.

In South Carolina BBQ is controlled by one family:  The Bessingers.  The Bessingers are not a united front.  There is a divide that runs deep through history, politics and culture.

Meet Maurice Bessinger, the most eccentric of the Bessingers.  He has run BBQ restaurants around central SC for many many years.  Think of him as an evil Colonel Sanders.

In 2000, the NAACP threatened to boycott the state of SC over the fact that they were flying the confederate flag over its capital building.  The state comprised and moved its flag to another location on the grounds.

This move enraged Maurice.  Maurice began flying confederate flags over all of his restaurants and even had the flag emblazoned on the back of his BBQ sauce bottle.

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 His backlash against the NAACP caused a backlash by the NAACP.  A boycott of his sause was threatened and as a result Walmart refused to carry Maurice's sauce.  This followed was followed by virtually every grocery store not wanting to be part of the controversy and refusing to carry Maurice's sauce.  (The sole exception would be Southern grocery store chain Ingles).

When Maurice's sauce was pulled from grocery stores across the South it was quickly replaced by another brand of sauce, that was surprisingly similar.

This sauce was produced by Maurice's older brother Melvin Bessinger.  At first the NAACP threatened another boycott as they felt this was a ruse by Maurice to sneak his sauce back in stores.

Melvin would then publicly denounce his brother and declare that Maurice was a racist.  Melvin was adamant that he did not follow the racist believes of his brother and stated his brother was an embarrassment to the family name.  The NAACP officially endorsed Melvin's sauce.

Maurice was again outraged and published a biography where he declared that Melvin was sadistic and abusive towards him when he was a kid. Maurice also stated that Melvin cheated him out of the families restaurant business because his mother loved him more.

Before knowing of the political ramifications of Maurice's BBQ me and my wife stopped there on a trip back from Charleston.  It was actually really amazing food.  As we leaving I noticed the gift shop, I noticed something was a little "off" as the gift shop was full of neo-confederate literature as well as a shrine to Maurice.  Oddly enough, the staff was entirely African American as well as half of the customers.

Maurice may have lightened up a touch.  At some of his restaurants (where he came across opposition) he switched out the traditional confederate flag for a more obsolete less iconic version.

Melvin passed away last year, but his restaurant is still known as the best BBQ in Charleston.

Outside of Charleston their brother Thomas operates a BBQ buffet.  Thomas refuses to comment on the feud between his brothers.  There is also a 4th brother who operates a BBQ restaurant in NC.

I will leave up to all of you to decide where your BBQ sauce allegiance lies.


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Not So Scary Cults

Cults get a bad name.  When you think of Cults you either think of virgin sacrificing devil worshipers.......

or you think of such individuals like Jim Jones or David Koresh, people drinking cool-aid and sacrificing themselves to their Alien overlords.....

But across my travels I have come across several cults that are neither frightening nor dangerous.....I wanted to take a minute to talk about them....

3. Oyotunji African Village

As the word "cult" is considered derogetory, you would think that a group would a void using it, however the folks at the Oyotunji village proudly introduce themselves as a "Vodun Cult".

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The Oyotunji consider themselves an independent nation despite the fact that it is only several acres of land in South Carolina.  However, they are not some secluded isolationists either.  They proudly advertize their existence.

We showed up at the village to find that it costs 10 dollars for Americans to get in.  I would have happily paid for a tour, but they didn't take credit cards.

2. The Koreshan Unity Settlement

No relation to David Koresh.

Sadly, there are no surviving members of the Koreshan Unity Settlement.  The reason there are no surviving members is simple.  They were a branch of the Shaker religion and believed in chastity, even after marriage.  Not reproducing is very detrimental to making your religion last.

The Koreshan Unity Settlement  was founded by one Cyrus Teed. 

Cyrus moved his followers to Estero, Fl to start his communal society.  The Koreshan's ran their own stores to raise money and sold such wonderful products as Koreshan Unity Jelly.

What really makes the Koreshan's stand out is one of their core beliefs.....

The Koreshans believed that the the earth was no convex, but concave.  Instead of living on the outside of the earth, they believed we lived on the inside.  The concept is illustrated quite nicely with this globe.

The belief was that we were held to the inside wall of the earth due to centrifugal force.  The sun was a burning battery floating in the middle of the sphere. 

Cyrus claimed to proved this theory using a mysterious device know as the Rectilineator, which he used in a series of experiments in Naples, FL.

When Cyrus died in 1908 it was assumed by his followers that he would rise from the dead, so they left him rotting in a bath tub until they were forced to bury him by local health officials.  His body would later be carried out to sea by a hurricane.

In the 1960s the last member would die and  leave the commune to the state of Florida, where you can now go to watch Gopher Tortoises breed.

1. The Raelians

Awhile back there was a controversial event held in Asheville, NC.  There was a "Topless Rally" to fight discrimination of women.  The rally organizers claimed they were there to fight inequality.  If men were allowed to go shirtless in public, then why shouldn't women?

There were a few flaws in this logic.  Number one is the fact that it is not illegal in North Carolina for woman to be topless in public.  This takes a little sting out of the protest.  Plus fact that the rally was primarily drunken frat boys that just showed up to see boobs also takes away from their cause a bit.

Here are some photos of the rally.  While I take no "side" in this matter, I choose not have nudity on my blog and added a little bit of censorship via my friend Little Satan.

Perplexed by the reasoning behind this event I did a little bit of research and found that this event was funded by the Raelian Church.

If you don't remember the Raelians, they are the UFO Cult that made headlines in 2002 when they claimed to have successfully have cloned a human being.  They believe that the human raise was created by Aliens.  They are dedicated to creating welcome centers across the world for the coming Alien landing.

What does this have to do with naked boobs?  Who knows.  Would it be cynical to think such a thing is publicity stunt?





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Straight Out of Fiji: The Merman

I am a man of many strange fascinations.  One of the things I am always on the lookout for is another Fiji Merman. 

The Fiji Merman is an iconic sideshow attraction made famous by P.T. Barnum in the 1840s.  The merman was the upper-half of a monkey sewn to the lower part of a fish through the magic of Taxidermy.  The object was displayed as a genuine mermaid.  There were many imitations of the Fiji Merman and to this day they are still popular attractions in the few sideshows that remain.

I wanted to take a look at the different incarnations of this beautiful creature that can be found across America.

Palace of Wonder, Washinton, DC

The Museum of Wonder is a bar in the nation's capital that just so happens to have the best collection of sideshow artifacts on the planet.  They have several Mermen on display.  Here is a re-creation of Barnum's original merman.

This large specimen is displayed alongside another cryto-taxidermic legend: The Fur-Bearing Trout.

And here is the terrifying "Sea Wurm"

Ripley's Believe it or Not

Another wonderful place to spot Merman is at the various Ripley's Believe it or Not Museums that are spread across the tourist towns in this country.

Orlando, FL

St. Augustine, FL

Myrtle Beach, SC

Gatlinburg, TN

State Fair Mermaids

This Mermaid I found out the Mountain State Fair in Fletcher, NC was in pretty rough shape.

While that kind of looks like a blob of nothing, it is part of the tradition of altering skates and rays to look like supernatural humanoid creatures.  Sailors used to catch them and alter them to sell to tourists as oddities.  This surely contributed in the creation of the Fiji Merman.

Here is a sideshow banner for "Misty, the Mermaid" at the Porter County Fair in Valparaiso, IN

 

 As is the tradition with sideshow banners, it is far more tantalizing then it is accurate.  Say hello to the actual "Misty".

Uchee Meraid

In the woods of Alabama lies the mysterious "Alabama Museum of Wonder", a folk art mecca created by artist Butch Anthony.  Within this Museum lies the mysterious Uchee Mermaid.

While visiting Butch's Museum at his yearly folk art festival "Doo-Nanny" I also had a chance to catch this bonus Merman that washed up after Hurrican Katrina.

Abita Merman

At the Abita Mystery House in Abita Springs, LA (another fantastic folk art museum) there lies several horrifying mermen mixed in with other strange and unusual creatures.

Of course I could go on and on about the wonders at this place.  Just check out me holding this Alligator Man.

Fishbob

Of course I couldn't stand idly by.  I needed to possess my own mermaid.  I ordered my own mermaid off Ebay, which I dubbed "Fishbob".  I don't think he is actually made from a monkey and a fish, but I love him all the same.

Disney's Merman

The Walt Disney Company is not one to be left out of the loop, and every real tourist destination needs a Fiji Merman.  Walt Disney World has its own Fiji Merman, while they kept true to its origins, I must say they have altered the "feel" quite a bit.

Cletus, The Smokey Mountain Merman

Of course, this blog is about the South I wanted to end with a True Southern Merman.

Check him out.  First of all he is part rainbow trout, which is pretty awesome, not to mention his sweet facial hair.  Instead of swimming the open ocean he prefers to stick to Mountain streams and swimming around grist mills.

For only a quarter you can look at Cletus for a few precious seconds through this viewfinder.

Sadly, he looks less like a mermaid and more like a dead toad in a jar.

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The Most Important Man in Charleston, SC

Charleston, SC is known as "The Holy City".  The city is known for its rich and elaborate history as well as its beautiful architecture and unique culture.  One of the most must-do activities in Charleston is the Carriage Ride.

The carriage industry is highly regulated by the city, only allowing a certain amount of carriages at once and keeping track of which carriages are in what area at any given time.  Of course having a city full of roaming horses has certain repercussions.

Horses urinate and defecate in large overwhelming amounts.

So, what prevents the beautiful city of Charleston, the Paris of the South, from becoming one big horse toilet.

This man:

When a horse does its business in the street the carriage driver tosses a special horse grenade that marks the soiled spot in the street.

All day our hero roams the street of Charleston chasing down these foul grenades.  Power washing the filth away with the intensity in his eyes of a thousand burning fires.

I bet that horses haunt his dreams.

I would like to take my hat off to our nameless hero.  Thank you sir.  Thank you for preventing one of the most beautiful cities in the world from becoming a dystopian hellscape of horse leavings. 

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