From a review of the Dixie Depot...
A team from my company were doing engineering work for the Ranger Battallion at Camp Merrill in 2006. After a day of visiting remote sites throughout the Ranger training area in the National Forest, we were desperate for a cool drink and break. We passed Martin's Dixie Depot on the way back to base. Yes! Our saviours, and a return to "CIVILIZATION"! Or so we thought. We were wrong. You see, one of our team members was black. She was told, in no uncertain terms, "We don't serve your kind here. Or your friends." It's the 21st century, and bigotry and racism are still alive and well in the idyllic valleys of the Chattahoochee. We may have moved beyond an age where Negroes are property, but hatred based on the color of one's skin lives on. This is sad
