The documentary about the dust bowl was sort of awful. Not in the way it was done, not the film, but a lot of the content. Wholesale rural poverty has a kind of God-stricken quality to it. Like a nuclear poverty bomb, unleashing infernos of dirt.
One scene described a jack-rabbit slaughter (the jack-rabbits were overrunning the place, apparently), all these men and kids making a party of it, clubbing away with wheel spokes, throwing the rabbits in quivering piles.