It is customary in the wake of a major racial eruption to say that we Americans need to have a national conversation on race. Yet the fury surrounding the death of Florida teen Trayvon Martin shows why it is so hard for us to hold that conversation.
In 1957, Elisabeth Doby English wrote: "Over the mantel in a certain Nashville, Tennessee, home hangs the portrait of a handsome Confederate officer in his uniform that the small boys of the household call 'The Man over the Mantel.'" That portrait of Captain Alfred English Doby was painted by William H. Scarborough in 1865 from a Civil War photograph.
Science fiction novels and comic books are filled with "What If?" stories. Marvel Comics had a long-running series of comics called, gee, "What If?" They still put a few out every now and then. Harry Turtledove is the master of alternate history fiction, supposing what America might have been like if aliens interrupted World War II or the South had won the Civil War.
I don't watch a lot of TV but every week or so I'll sit down and watch a drama-filled reality show with my sister or my mom. Last week, my sister and I were watching a show on Vh1 and my sister said, "I want to be best friends with ___." I thought it was funny and cute that my sister said that, because I think they could be great friends. A few days later, I walked into the den and my sister was watching the exact same show and said something similar: "I'm going to make ...
You can lead a student to knowledge, according to an old academic saying, but you can't make them think.
With the NCAA's college basketball tournament coming to a head this weekend -- the championship game will be played Monday night -- it's time to take a look at one of the worst rules ever enacted: the National Basketball Association's 19-year-old minimum age, which has contributed to the "one-and-done" culture of today's college hoops scene: that is, players who come out of high school, go to college for one year and then skip to the NBA.
WASHINGTON -- By now you've heard it plenty: The Affordable Care Act (ACA), aka "Obamacare," is like the Civil Rights Act of 1964. This creative bit of dot-connecting began with President Obama, and has been perpetuated by countless talk-show hosts and their guests.
LAS VEGAS, Nev. -- As the sun rises and dabs Caesars Palace with morning rouge, irony struts down the strip of casinos, shops and nightclubs.
With his so-called "Etch A Sketch" quip, Mitt Romney's aide, Eric Fehrnstrom, did a lot more to help the makers of the popular kids' toy than his actual boss.
WASHINGTON -- What's in a name?
Last week, it was reported that South Carolina ranked among the states most at risk for corruption. In a study conducted by State Integrity Investigation, a project of the Center for Public Integrity, Global Integrity, and Public Radio International, South Carolina received a grade of "F" and ranked 45th among the 50 states.
FRIDAY -- My wife's birthday is tomorrow (Saturday, March 24) and she's decided to celebrate by leaving me ... to spend the weekend with a friend in Summerville she's known since growing up in New York when they were kids.
Hello and Happy Friday! Another month has passed so let me see what I have in store for you this month…
I'm glad to hear the Justice Department is looking into the killing of Trayvon Martin. After all, if they can investigate the killing of innocent civilians in Afghanistan, they can do it in Florida.
Last week I attended a ceremony honoring Circuit Judge Ernest Kinard for his quarter-century on the bench.
The laboratories of democracy are blowing up.
I have admitted in this column many times that I have become a "grumpy old man." Well, folks, here I go again. I often blame technology and the instant sharing of news and opinions on many of society's ills, and that's what I'm doing again today.
I have many colleagues who are of the turf persuasion and we have come to an understanding to agree to disagree. I think grass is a weed, they think a tree is a weed -- in nature the two aren't meant to meet. This is why only grass grows on the Great Plains and only trees grow in the forest. But since we aren't on the Plains or in the forest, we try and get plants to co-exist in arranged landscape designs we like to see.
Last week we spent a few minutes talking about being the best in the world in a particular field.
As the primary pundit at the "Harmony County Weekly Blister," I am frequently called upon to perform many tasks. So, besides winding up the cat and putting out the clock, I also write the advice to the lovelorn column entitled, "Ask the Stud Muffin."
I never played high school football. My glory days ended with the little league Lions and the gridiron of my youth is now a stand of depressingly mature pine trees across the old, worn foot bridge in Woodward Park. Like many, I now enjoy the pleasure of watching and cheering on younger generations and look forward to each new season as it plays out on our home field at Zemp Stadium. It is my opinion that we, as a community, should keep Zemp and prepare the old facility for the future.
WASHINGTON -- Lego's groundbreaking female-scientists set sold out almost immediately after it was released this month. But never fear, fans of feminist toys: A new Barbie doll, now in stock, is also shattering the plastic ceiling.
For the past couple of years, our district has designated one book for summer reading for secondary students. I've really liked this approach. It has generated a lot of enthusiasm and gotten entire families involved. This year's book, This I Believe II, is a collection of personal essays by a very diverse group of people, ranging from legendary cellist Yo-Yo Ma to author Studs Terkel. The book got me to thinking; if I was to write an essay about what I believe about education, what would I say?
Let me begin with full disclosure: I was born in Greenville and even though my family moved away when I was 5 years old, I still consider Greenville my hometown. And, as with a first love, one's hometown will always be something special. So it is with me and Greenville.
Some missing something or the other required me to prowl through closets at Mama's house. That's when I found it. I pulled it out and smiled broadly, warmed by the memories it evoked.
I am man enough to admit that I have cried more than once since the news broke that Robin Williams had died by what local officials said was suicide.
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