north carolina triangle

Piedmont Triangle (North Carolina) Gothic
  • “Duke or UNC?” your teacher asks you in kindergarten. “Duke or UNC?” the children ask, mimicking her for years to come. There is no right answer.
  • There are plantations everywhere. Everyone knows there were slaves. No one acknowledges the fact. It wouldn’t be right.
  • “Sweet or Unsweet tea?” your server asks. “Sweet,” you answer. Did you ever really have a choice?
  • It rains. You blink. It’s still raining but now it’s sunny. “That North Carolina weather,” the man next to you says jokingly. You nod, he nods. You’re both afraid of what might happen next.
  • It’s August and you cannot remember a day when it did not thunderstorm in the afternoon. 
  • “It’s just the humidity,” they say. “It would be nice if not for the humidity,” you reply. The humidity lingers, reveling in your fear.
  • You hear a southern accent. Ten miles away no one had one. 
  • Driving down the road, you watch for deer. And the people walking on the road because there are no sidewalks. The road is for us all. 
  • The lane markings are disappearing from the road. Were they ever there? No one knows. 
  • “Voter fraud,” the governor says. You’ve never heard of a case. “Voter fraud,” the governor repeats. It makes sense, you think. “Voter fraud,” you say with him.
  • The confederate flag in your neighbor’s yard has always been there. It’s there waiting for the South to rise again. You don’t know when it will happen, but you still live in fear.
  • Shots ring out. It’s not hunting season. Suddenly you wish it was.
  • Your parents aren’t from here. Is anyone who lives in Chapel Hill truly from here?
  • The word y'all pervades every corner. There is no escape. You will use it. It finds us all one day.
  • You could swear this place looked different three years ago. How fast everything changes, you tell people. They nod. There is nothing but change.
  • They’re building something in downtown Chapel Hill. There’s no more room, but they keep building things. There must always be construction.

Growing up in Wilkes County, North Carolina in the mid 1800s, Tom Dula did what a lot of boys did in the south at 18, joined the confederate army. After serving, being captured and released, he headed back home in 1865. When he got there he began seeing Anne Melton, a woman who he had a relationship with before the war. She was already married, but that didn’t stop Dula. They rekindled their old love but it wasn’t enough for him. He began sleeping with her cousin as, Laura Foster. It’s not certain, but the believed story is that Laura became pregnant. On May 25th 1866 she rode off on her father’s horse believing she and Dula were going to elope.

What happened to Laura has been kind of lost to history and folklore, but what is known for sure is that her decomposing body was found weeks later in a shallow grave with a stab wound to her chest. Suspicion fell onto Tom Dula, who had fled before the body was found. Not only Tom but many believed her cousin Anne had something to do with her death as well. A love triangle gone very wrong. Dula was captured by a posse in Trade, Tennessee, going by the name of Tom Hall. There were some conflicting stories as to who committed the murder during the trial. The fact that Anne had led the authorities to the grave was not good for her. Also Pauline Foster, both Anne and Laura’s cousin, testified that Anne had taken her to the grave one night to make sure it was well hidden. Another witness claimed to have heard Dula say he was going to do in the one who gave him “the pock”, slang for syphilis. He believed that Laura had given him the disease and he had passed it on to Anne. However after the doctor who treated them testified it was clear that Pauline Foster had the disease first, Dula caught it from her, not knowing that he was also sleeping with their third cousin, both Laura and Anne caught it from him. He was convicted of Laura’s murder, tho there was no concrete evidence against him. After a second trial, which he also lost, he was able to clear Anne Meltons name and she was acquitted and let go. Dula was sentenced to hang.

On May 1st 1868 he was executed for killing Laura Foster. His supposed last words were: “Gentlemen, do you see this hand? I didn’t harm a hair on the girl’s head”. After his death the belief of his innocence and Anne’s guilt began to become more vocal. He became a bit of a folk hero for taking the blame and dying to save the woman he loved from the noose. Songs, stories, even movies have been made about Tom Dula. In 2001 a petition was sent to the Wilkes County seat to have him acquitted. All though it has no legal standing, the county decided to unofficially acquit him of all charges.

Pictured above: Anne Melton, Tom Dula, a map of the crime, the graves of Laura, Anne and Tom, a sign dedicated to Dula and lastly a map of where Wilkes County is located in North Carolina.


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History Made: North Carolina Has Six Black Female Police Chiefs

History has been made in the state of North Carolina. For the first time ever, the state has six  Black female police chiefs. Four of the six are top cops are top cops in the North Carolina triangle cities of Raleigh, Durham, Morrisville and Fayetteville.

Because nothing says “Trust me to give you good advice about my desire for you to keep your pregnancy” like wearing vests and having an umbrella that mimics clinic escorts. 

The only way they can get people to talk to them is to fool them into doing so. 

Who would Jesus deceive?

postmodern-polarbear  asked:

Hey there! Just wanted to say that I've been a fan of your blog for a little while, and have enjoyed it greatly, but just discovered you live in NC! Hello from a local Carolinian!

Shh! Don’t blow my cover!

The internet’s supposed to think I’m a jet-setting international man of mystery, not a… uh, national man of mystery? Uninternational man of mystery? 

You get the idea.

Ok, all joking aside – yup, I live in Durham NC, The Portland of the South™ 

I do photo work all over the area, though, so keep an eye out if you’re local… I’ve got some ScoobyDooMistakes pins I’d love to give away!

…also, if anyone happens to live in Hillsborough: just FYI, your town is adorable. I took some photos of Iron & Wine being interviewed there this morning, and it continues to have the best style, and even better restaurants. Scooby would approve.




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