Some years ago, I was conversing with a fellow single man during the feast of tabernacles in Anchorage, Alaska. I was planning to take a drive through the magnificent Alaska scenery to see the Matunuska Glacier. I knew his second tithe funds were running low, and I asked him if he would like to come along.
The rantings of Garner Ted Armstrong on the American Negro. Those of his generation surely had another view that reaches back to a time within the deep South.