The Gentrification of Southern Food

“Southern food is black food. Full stop.”
That’s what Southern Foodways Alliance founder and director (and winner of various James Beard Foundation awards) John T. Edge told Julia Bainbridge in a recent Atlanta Magazine interview in anticipation of his new book, The Potlikker Papers: A Food History of the Modern South, out now. On May 22, he and Valerie Boyd, author of Zora Neale Hurston biography Wrapped in Rainbows (as well as former arts editor at the Atlanta Journal-Constitution and curator of Alice Walker’s archival papers) discussed the history of black food in white narratives. (Full disclosure, I know both Boyd and Edge personally.)
Edge, who calls Southern cuisine “food cooked by people who live here, who call this place their own,” argues that its appropriation and gentrification is rooted in a combination of nostalgia and the capitalization of a new respect that swept the South in the 1970s. The ugly response to the Civil Rights movement was replaced with a newer, progressive image — a peanut farmer had just been elected president, and the South was no longer America’s “problem child.”
Southerners, then, used fast food as an opportunity to modernize and reclaim the narrative of a mythologized South, as possibility in the form of fried chicken. Merely a decade before, white restauranteurs and diners were throwing salt in demonstrators’ eyes, butting cigarettes on their skin. And now they were profiting off their tradition, using history as an opportunity for capital gains. There’s no better example of this than Harlan Sanders, a “caricature of a Confederate colonel” who, Edge says, “sold people on the virtues of pressure-fried chicken and sold America on this kind of plantation mien with his white jacket and his bolo tie.”
Not every venture was as successful as Kentucky Fried Chicken. In the case of Mahalia Jackson’s Glori-Fried Chicken, for example, restauranteurs John Jack and Henry Hooker only focused on projecting Jackson’s legacy as a Civil Rights leader. “They believed, through hubris, that they didn’t need to focus on the chicken,” Edge said. “They were just selling the idea. And once they had to deliver chicken, they failed.”
Times have changed — or so we like to think — but many restauranteurs still aren’t paying their respect. This capitalization has resurged with the latest resurgence in Southern food and identity. Merely a decade before, white restauranteurs were getting elected for public office solely because they’d rather permanently shut their restaurant down than serve black people.