The first picture, the gas station through the car window, marks the beginning of the journey. Mark Cohen drives for eight days, in July 1991, from Atlanta, Georgia, to Memphis, Tennessee, stopping occasionally in cities he encounters along the way, such as Jackson, Birmingham, or Montgomery.
Thirty years later, looking at the photographs he took, he realizes that they have a social and political significance. Cotton becomes the thread of the narrative, drawing the colonial history of the American South. Unconsciously, by exposing Cohen’s black and white film to the acidic nature of racism, the camera is a litmus test of the segregation of black people, in which cotton was the first, fundamental, economic engine, secured by slaves.