“The Puppet”


LOCATION: Alabama
PERIOD: July, 1955
DRAMATIS PERSONAE: Lucas “Sonny Boy” Cooper (1925-1965); Charles Thomas Barbour (1933-1955); Jack Curry (1926-2014)


Lucas “Sonny Boy” Cooper (1925-1965) grew up in Jim Crow Alabama, 1940s-1950s and absorbed the prevailing attitudes about race, integration, and justice.  Most people of the time still harbored resentments about the outcome of the Civil War, Federal interference in their society, and African-Americans in general.

This song takes place in the summer of 1955 when a gang of whites, Sonny Cooper among them, kidnap Charlie Barbur, not yet 22 at the time, and hang him.  In 1955, 14-year-old Emmett Till was brutally murdered for allegedly flirting with a white woman. Till’s murder and subsequent injustice deeply affected the Black community and galvanized a young generation of Black people to join the Civil Rights Movement.

For the next ten years Sonny Cooper was haunted by this lynching, and would himself die in a violent attack in 1965; killed by his half cousin in a fight.


THE PUPPET
(F. D. Leone, Jr.)

A crow calls from somewhere,
Answered only by silence.
The peace that is out there,
Will soon be shattered by violence.
Sonny watches in the fading light,
Children playing in their yards.
Sonny won’t return until midnight;
Bitter, sad, scared, and scarred.

Jack arrives to pick him up,
Sonny hopes for the last time.
He joins the others in the truck,
Someone hands him a jar of moonshine.
They’re laughing, feeling good,
Excited in anticipation;
What they’re about is understood;
Sonny sweats in quiet resignation.

Sonny Cooper is a puppet,
Unsure of who’s pulling the strings.
He mostly avoids the subject;
It’s more complicated than it seems.
All his life Sonny’s heard:
“We must protect our culture;”
Charlie Barbour is a cardboard character,
“Just another black motherfucker.”

They were all pretty tight,
After drinking that whole jar.
Could hardly see the boy that night;
He looked blacker than a pot of tar.
They stop and jump out of the truck;
Grab him and tie his hands.
Just Charlie Barbour’s bad luck;
They could smell he shit his pants.

They found a tall oak tree,
Put a rope around Charlie’s neck.
The boy tried to break free;
Sonny’s nerves, by now, were a wreck.
It took longer than anyone had thought,
Seemed to take forever for him to die.
They stood and stared, no one talked;
1955, Alabama; July.

Sonny’s father and his father before him,
Taught Son what he should believe.
Sonny tries but can’t ignore them;
It’s a tragic inheritance he received.
Sonny won’t forget that tortured face,
The bulging eyes; the frozen grin.
It’s an image he can’t erase;
Sonny walks haunted by shame and sin.

© 2025 Frank David Leone, Jr./Highway 80 Music (ASCAP). The songs and stories on the Highway 80 Stories website are works of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

“The Ballad of Cunn’l Cooper”


LOCATION: Russell County, Alabama; Columbus, GA; Girard, AL
PERIOD: 1850s-1960s
DRAMATIS PERSONAE: Roy Cooper (1794-1858); Mary O’Neill (1801-1826); Edith Carter (1799-1872); Frank Roy “Th’ Cunn’l” Cooper (1823-1865); Luther “Sonny Ray” Cooper (1827-1876); Lucas Keith Cooper (1887-1965); Henry Barbour (1848-1924); Charles Thomas Barbour (1933-1955).


Henry Barbour was part Black and part Catawba Indian was brought as a slave to eastern Alabama by his owner Frank Roy “Th’ Cunn’l” Cooper. Cooper fought and died in the last battle of the War Between the States, which took place near the 14th Street Bridge across the Chattahoochee River on April 16th, 1865. The news of Lee’s surrender at Appomattox a week earlier had not reached Alabama yet.

Th’ Cunn’l was a contractor and builder, and Barbour was his labor foreman, constructing most of the first houses of Columbus, Georgia and Girard, Alabama. After Th ‘Cunn’l’s death, Barbour provided for his widow as long as she lived.

During Reconstruction, Barbour served in the Alabama legislature as a representative from Russell County. Over his former owner’s grave, Barbour erected a shaft with an inscription stating that the stone was placed by Henry Barbour in lasting remembrance of the love and gratitude he felt for his lost friend and former master.

Roy Cooper (1794-1858), Th’ Cunn’l’s father, had a second wife, Edith Carter (1799-1872), who he married after his first wife, Mary O’Neill (1801-1826), died giving birth to his second son, Lucas Neil Cooper (1826-1901).  This second family would produce Frank’s half brother, Luther “Sonny Ray” Cooper (1827-1876).

“Sonny Ray”  rode with Bedford Forrest, and together after the war, they were early members of the Ku Klux Klan (KKK), which was formed by six veterans of the Confederate Army in Pulaski, Tennessee, during the spring of 1866.  Two years after Appomattox, Forrest was reincarnated as grand wizard of the Ku Klux Klan. As the Klan’s first national leader, he became the Lost Cause of the Confederacy’s avenging angel, galvanizing a loose collection of boyish secret social clubs into a reactionary instrument of terror.

But their activities were mostly limited to harassing Federal troops attempting to enforce the new laws of Reconstruction (1865-1877). Forrest also hoped to persuade black voters that returning to their pre-war state of bondage was in their best interest.

Because of the essentially ungovernability of the larger membership of the KKK, and a number of what Forrest thought of as counterproductive violent attacks and lynchings, he announced the dissolution of the organization, and officially left the group. The Klan remained mostly dormant until the early 1910s.

This second iteration of the Klan was the first to use cross burnings and standardized white-hooded robes. The KKK of the 1920s had a nationwide membership in the millions and reflected a cross-section of the native born white Protestant population. The third and current Klan formed in the mid 20th century, was largely a reaction to the growing civil rights movement. It used murder and bombings to achieve its aims.

Each  generation of the Cooper family, after  Lucas “Sonny Ray” Cooper were sympathetic to the Klan,imbibed it’s racist ideology, and were mostly white supremacists.  It was Sonny Ray’s great-grandson, Lucas “Sonny Boy” Cooper (1935-1965), who would be among the mob that lynched Henry Barbour’s great-grandson, Charles Thomas Barbour (1933-1955) in 1955.

Ten years later, the narrator of this song, Lucas Keith Cooper (1887-1965), would confront Sonny Boy. They would fight, both dying from their wounds – 100 years to the day of the death of Frank Roy Cooper.


THE BALLAD OF CUNN’L COOPER
(F. D. Leone, Jr.)

My name is Lucas Cooper;
I died in 1965.
Hundred years from the day,
My grandpa Frank died.
Th’ Cunn’l was killed,
16th of April.
The last battle of the war,
A final betrayal.
 
Way down;
Way down.
Soldier fights a cause lost,
On bloody Southern ground.
Way down;
Way down.
All the rest is talk,
An empty sound; way down.
 
Henry Barbour was a slave;
Part Black, part Catawba Injun.
Worked for Th’ Cunn’l,
Supervising construction.
Provided for his widow,
Long as she was livin’.
Carved grandpa’s tombstone,
With a loving inscription.
 
Way down;
Way down.
Folks will surprise you,
Step out from the crowd.
Way down;
Way down.
Stand beside you,
On common ground; way down.

Grandpa had a half-brother,
Cut from a different cloth.
Th’ Cunn’l was a Christian;
Luther had no god or law.
That’s what he passed down,
Till it produced the one,
Who was in the mob that hanged,
Henry Barbour’s great-grandson.
 
Way down;
Way down.
Destiny foretold,
Around a neck a noose is wound.
Way down;
Way down.
History is a long road,
Twisting around; way down.
 
That fella, Sonny Boy Cooper,
Lived ’til 1965.
When he stumbled cross my path;
We fought; we died.
Sank like lead,
The die had been cast.
The past ain’t dead,
It ain’t even past.
 
Way down;
Way down.
Our stars crossed;
In an Alabama town.
Way down;
Way down.
Battles had been fought,
Been lost; been found; way down.

© 2025 Frank David Leone, Jr./Highway 80 Music (ASCAP). The songs and stories on the Highway 80 Stories website are works of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

“Elegy for Dred Scot Lee”


LOCATION: Bossier City, Louisiana; Shreveport, Louisiana
PERIOD: 1903-2023
DRAMATIS PERSONAE: Joy Brown; Dred Scot Lee; Gaither Luther Motts (1883-1971); Earl “Dooky” Ford


From 1882 to 1968, 4,743 lynchings occurred in the U.S., according to records maintained by NAACP. Other accounts, including the Equal Justice Initiative’s extensive report on lynching, count slightly different numbers, but it’s impossible to know for certain how many lynchings occurred because there was no formal tracking. Many historians believe the true number is underreported.

The highest number of lynchings during that time period occurred in Mississippi, with 581 recorded. Georgia was second with 531, and Texas was third with 493. Lynchings did not occur in every state. There are no recorded lynchings in Arizona, Idaho, Maine, Nevada, South Dakota, Vermont, and Wisconsin.

Black people were the primary victims of lynching: 3,446, or about 72 percent of the people lynched, were Black. But they weren’t the only victims of lynching. Some white people were lynched for helping Black people or for being anti-lynching. Immigrants from Mexico, China, Australia, and other countries were also lynched. [Staff writer NAACP. “History of Lynching in America”. In NAACP History Explained. Web. Retrieved on May 9, 2023, from https://naacp.org/find-resources/history-explained/history-lynching-america.%5D

Joy Brown met Dred Scot Lee in 1903 when they happen to share a Coke.  At this time it was prohibited to drink after a black person, hence the existence of separate water fountains, and so, drinking from the same bottle was quite rebellious. They began to see each other, meeting in secret and hiding their friendship. And, it was only a friendship.

However, Joy did experience sexual intercourse when she was raped by her maternal uncle, Gaither Motts. It was obvious to her parents that Joy had been attacked, and after some intense questioning Joy admitted to having been raped. But instead of accusing her uncle, her mother’s brother, she named Dred – a defenseless negro boy.

During the Jim row era, a negro was often lynched for merely looking at a white woman.  It was assumed any negro, even a boy, accused of rape was certain to be hung – which Dred was.

His body was left for two days. People took pictures, and some had post cards made up which were mailed to friends and family across the country. Until finally, his mama had him cut him down and buried in a nearby field behind her house. They put a wooden cross to mark his grave but after his mama died, no one tended the grave and it was not long before there was nothing left to mark his grave.

Feeling ashamed over being raped and guilty for accusing an innocent negro boy, Joy dropped out of school and began drinking and doing anything to blot the entire chain of events out of her mind. Her uncle too, regretted his crime and that an innocent black boy was killed for it. But kept his secret for nearly 70 years until his death in 1971.

Joy went to Shreveport, and found herself on Fannin Street and became a working girl and heroin addict. Joy was taken over by a pimp, Dooky Ford, who as was his custom, also raped her. But this time, Joy was already pregnant with Gaither’s child.

Dooky let her know that as long as she was pregnant, her duties in the brothel would not include seeing clients. But Dooky told her, “If you can’t fuck you got to clean and cook.” Which she did, happily. However, when the child was born, a boy, she decided that she had to get away from there. She drowned the boy in the bathtub and in remorse intentionally overdosed herself.

More than 100 years later, and after being petitioned for decades by his family, the governor of Louisiana pardoned Dred Scot Lee. Pardoned is not accurate since Dred had not actually been convicted of raping Joy Brown. But it was a long overdue attempt to wash the stain off Dred Scot Lee’s name, as well as trying to retrieve some dignity for the people of north Louisiana.

A slate plaque was erected at the site of his hanging, a nondescript field outside of Bossier on Highway 80. On the stone were carved these words: “Dred Scot Lee / Hung in 1896 / For something he never done / He was 15.”


ELEGY FOR DRED SCOT LEE
(F. D. Leone, Jr.)

Bossier City nineteen-aught-three
Joy Brown met Dred Scot Lee
Forbidden love never seemed so right
They saw each other despite the risk
Only when they wouldn’t be missed
‘Cuz Dred was black and Joy was white

It began when they shared a Coke
The glacial ice was broke
They crossed a line and could not go back
When her lips touched where Dred’s had been
She felt a thrill, a first taste of sin
Their lives were changed with that one act

Joy was ashamed about who had raped her
Never said it was Uncle Gaither
She named the only negro boy she knew
Silhouetted in the setting sun
For two days Dred Scot Lee hung
And into a darkness Joy withdrew

Fannin Street, nineteen-aught-four
Dooky turned Joy into a whore
When her belly began to swell up
Dooky said, “if you can’t earn on your back,
You have to pick up the slack
Changin’ chamber pots, pushin’ a mop”

Gaither’s boy looked at Joy and laughed
Then she drowned him in his bath
Lit a candle and stared at the flame
The water was cold, the boy was blue
She boiled double junk in her spoon
Thought of what Gaither done and who she named

Before he died at age eighty-eight
Gaither had to set the record straight
Finally tell the truth about Joy
Slowly in a shaky scrawl
He wrote his story, told it all
“It was me who raped that girl, not that nigra boy”

Gaither despised the man he’d been
Did what he could to make amends
For the rape and his role in the mob
Donated the money he had saved
What he owed could not be paid
He did his best to get right with God

Bossier City twenty-twenty-three
A marker was placed beneath a tree
These words were carved into the slate:
“Here Dred Scot Lee was hung
For something he never done
Lynching Number 328

© 2025 Frank David Leone, Jr./Highway 80 Music (ASCAP). The songs and stories on the Highway 80 Stories website are works of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.