Canada and the Privileged LadyBy Truth SpeaksCanada watched her like a storm on a lake—drawn in by the noise, yet cautious of the damage. They called her privileged, polished, a leader. But Roy called her none of those things. He was blunt: no leader at all.She moved through rooms like a storm aware of the cameras—sharp smile, head tilted just

by Caleb R. Harlow, from Tupelo, MississippiA man with something to say. That’s Roy Dawson. He can sound like Elvis when he wants to—best many have ever heard—but it’s never overdone. It’s natural, not fake. He doesn’t just sing; he means every line. Crazy talented, and it all sounds lived‑in, not acted out.Most singers in bar‑light