"I belong and I'm not going to quit," Cammack told Pith.
Quitting is "sort of the thing to do and I've never fully appreciated it because you know we all have different constituencies of people we may hang out with or are a part of, and I don't see any reason for me to turn my back on anybody, including the employees there," an apparent reference to the black waiters who serve the secretive club's members.
A painting of Robert E. Lee hangs over the fireplace in the foyer of the club, which historically excluded blacks but does now have at least one black member, an attorney who lives in Atlanta and only makes the four-hour trek once or twice a year.
"Nobody has said anything to me about it. No donors, no supporters, nobody. It's the first I've heard of it," Cammack said. Of his fund-raising, he said, "It's hard. It's hard work" but he wouldn't say how much his campaign has received. He added: "I will say your sources are interesting and frenetic."Update: Pith's smug anonymous insiders are under attack on Braisted's blog. We are polling them now to see if they're shilling for Mike McWherter on the sly. Update II: Aunt B viciously attacks Cammack.