My southern credentials are unimpeachable. Every male ancestor of fighting age served the Confederacy during the Civil War and my father was a former Klansman. My great grandfather, Capt. Isham B. Small, 48th Alabama Infantry, whose family owned 15 slaves, gave his life for the Confederacy in 1864. But even during my formative years I had doubts about what I was told justifying the Southern cause.
A couple of Thursdays ago (Nov. 5), my mama was on her way to me from Florida and she got a flat tire. She was able to make it to a Shell gas station to the left of the off ramp. She asked if there was anyone that could help her.
I’m a modest man; born in Kitchen’s Clinic (Lafayette, GA),educated in public schools- Spending time with my Grandparents as a boy, my Grandmother Jessie, was a Cooper, Granddad was Cecil Thompson, they worked hard all their days, raised nine- All taught do right by your neighbors & speak the truth. My mother picked Cotton along with her siblings; Granddad, a share cropper, small businessmen & farmer, sold Coal in three states for folks to heat their homes. As a child I would tag along, helping Granddad deliver coal. Sharing this is important, so you can understand where I come from. Thompson’s & Cooper represent Scottish origins; my families’ roots here in the U.S. predate the Declaration of Independence; Scottish folks are thrifty, modest, hard working people. So are the Irish, from whence the Boyle legacy hails. Tuesday last, at the Water Board, I needed answers, why a Board would increase rates impacting our poorest & retired, often widowed Women who barely make it on what little they have. The 1st increase in 2014, equaled 175 %, and adds additional increase to that. David Ashburn, Bebe & John Culpepper had no problem doing precisely that. Why should this bother me or you?
Remember 11 September, 2001. Do you remember how it felt? Astonishment. Confusion. Fear. Anger. In spite of the feelings we all felt, some reacted. Some moved forward without a thought of retreat. All of us over a certain age remember it well. I remember reading about “towers” falling and not even being certain what that meant, but I remember the moment and exactly where I was.
Tempers flared inside Independence Hall as the oppressive heat of the Philadelphia summer of 1787 assaulted the Delegates during the Constitutional Convention. But Benjamin Franklin, the oldest and perhaps wisest there, warned his fellow delegates that history was watching. He eventually prevailed upon them to compromise upon the particularly vexing issue of state representation in Congress. The nettlesome issue we face today is health care. Though perhaps less momentous, the question remains: Can we compromise?