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Opinions & Ideas PAGE 4 - HOGANSVILLE HOME NEWS - 29, 2001 THE HOGANSVILLE HOME NEWS USPS 620-e, MO a, (6nmr,; tJtidtratmn Miltard B, Grimes, PremOent MIk It:ux: t[ !J>ii :I?,JJDVt.:R i]MNG DIRECIOR .lo KL'VKE.I)AIL ,"::5  I \\;'I: [)tBI,ISIIi'I.t.'EI)Ff'OR Bin' \\; gvrr: J ,v, x: GOI,DSmN I'* , " > >IOGI. 1 'X C( ) 846-2200 P O. O 426 ::msvi!ic Gt: gi* 30ZO TrulyEnd Racism, /Ve All Must Change Webster describes racism as notion that one's own ethic is superion" or "prejudice : discrimbaion based "'o' Anyone that knows me wil$ sure you a racist is one thing not and have never been.: if " to ask any parent ofittie: [dren I coached for I6 years of them would tell you I all kids the same. Thafs .... in my eyes, they're all and I treated them as Now, having said that I'm to write about a topic that very controversial and I'm sure get me plenty of response our readers. However, I it is something that needs be said. During my high school days Harris County during the I never remembe? hny problems. There were between individuals someone always seemed to g, but if there ever a racial problem at that I don't remember it. During my days there, I had friends and black friends. oe folks are friends. I never thought to hate anyone for the color their skin. As a nmtter of tacl, ent a great deal of time not playing with my cousins that me, but a black boy a great deal time at his home. His mother a good friend of the family after her husband passed the family chipped in as hey could to help out the woman nd her three children. She and Ler family lived in a home less hart a stone's throw from mine nd when I was there, she treat- me just like her own kids. When I was a young man mrking at my Dad's semdce sta- ion in Hamilton an older black entleman pulled in one day to ill up with gas He barely opened is window to tell me to "fill iT p. As I started to fill hL tank, noticed he had an out-of-state ag. I can't remember now where ewas from, but I do know he as from up north somewhere. At our station, it was always 'equired to check under the Nmd md the tire pressure. When I eturned to the window, agam the nan didn't roll it down all the way. Vhen I asked if he would like for ne check his fluids and fire pres- ure, he simply shook his head to reply yes. He paid for his gas and eft. A couple of weeks later he :opped in again on his return trip. ?his time, he pulled in, got out of s car and told me to "'fill it up." Ve talked for a little while and I sked why on his first trip he was- t't "friendly." He told me he was little afraid when he was told W the company he worked for he id to travel to the south. He said e had heard horror stories about !he racism in the south. However, m said he had been treated with 'espect everywhere he hal been md although he knew ramsm =,,,xisted in the south, it was not as tpparent as it was where he came m, I have often thought about hat when racism becomes an ssue here. I raised two children and nei- her of them are racists. They vere taught, like I was, to respect dl people. My family, both on my ther's side and my mother's ide, fought to make America a ree country. That means for eryone, Having d all of that, I want o make a couple of comments "Until we truly believe that men and women: are created equal, the ugly hemal of racism will continue to rise," regarding the incidents at Mmchester High School recent- ly. These are controversial ones, so pay attention and please take it in the spirit of which it is intend- ed. Because I believe that America is a free country, I feel the people that (efnoved the car tm;s from the personal property of a,,fller aud destroyed it vio- lated that person's rights and freedom of speech for whatever reason. If that person wants to have a Confederate flag on his car, titan that person should have the right to do so. By the same token, if children choose to wear FUBU shirts or "Black Power" shirts as they did when I was a teen, that person has the right to do so. This is a free country and we have the right to freedom of expression. My family members were killed in wars to protect that right. However, we often choose to find racism in the opposite race, not in our own. The truth is we are all guilty of it and until we stop promoting it, it will eoutin- ue to be an issue. Personally, I would not let my children wear a Confederate flag ana I would not let them wear a FUBU shirt. M3( children are Americans, although their great- grandmother was yull blooded Cherokee. they are lot "Native Americans," they ait simply Americans. My son-in-law is Mexican. my grandchild is American, not Mexican- Americau. If a person chooses to call himself African-American, that is his choice, but the opera- tive word is American. We are all Americans. I understand that calling oneself African American is for respect of heritage. I have heard the same argument con- cerning the Confederate flag. So, both parties are promoting racism in one form or another. I taught my children that there is U.S. history and Georgia history. There is not white histo- ry or black history. It is our his- tory. Yet, we promote black his- tory and again.., we remind our children that there is a white race and a black race. Why can't it just simply be American history? I'm not saying that blacks should forget their heritage, nor should whites. All I'm saying is, it is time for the thinking of both races to change. We should stop looking at things as white issues and black issues. If we cannot, we are pro- moting racism, both in the white race and the black race. Until we truly believe, and I mean both races, that men and women are created equal, the ugly head of racism will continue to rise until it consumes this nation and all it stands for. .... "justice, freedom and an open door policy to all races. Memoriesof ting Backthe I normally cried in front of my mother either to get my way or to express my anger on, say, the occasion of being forced to eat liver, which I hated then an still hate today. I not only don't like liver myself, I don't even want to be in the same room with it. The first time I was ever), served liver, I refused to eat it. My mother said, as all moth- ers say at some point, "How do you know you don't like it if you've never even tasted it?" I was ready for that. "I've never tasted brake fluid, but I know I wouldn't like it," I said. "Well, young man," Mother went on, "you're goingto sit here until we (she and my stepfather) finish eating ours." I immediately launched into a fit of crying. I wrinkled up my face and bellowed out a few deep-throated sobs. "Please don't make me stay at the table and watch the two of you suffer through eating liver," I said. "I can't bear it, I tell you. I canl! I can't!" (I had heard an English actress say that once in a movie on TV. "I can't bear it, I tell you! I can't! I can't!" she said to her fiance, Roland, when he told her he was leaving her for a lusty Spanish wench named Carlotta he had met while running the bulls in Pamplona.) Mother was so moved by the. fact I didn't want to see her and my stepfather suffer - as well as by the fact I was eight and could already do a magnificent English accent - she not only allowed me to leave the table, she later brought me a bowl of chicken-noodle soup and a glass of ginger ale in my room. "I don't want yo to go to bed hungry," she said. "Oh, Muthah," I replied, doing my English accent again, "you are such a dear." I was hit in the face once by a softball during school recess. I was playing third base, and I noticed Kathy Sue Loudermilk hanging upside down on the monkey bars, a joyous sight to behold. As I gazed at her, the batter hit a line drive toward third. The ball caught me flush against my left cheek and my left nostril. At first, I thought God had hurled down a light- ning bolt as punishment for what I was thinking as I gazed at Kathy Sue. At this point, I had to come to immediate grips with the fact that anytime you are in such an intense amount of pain, there is the tendency to cry. "Walk it off, son," is what coaches said to you when you were hit in the head with a ball or caught one on your finger, which jammed your nail down next to the knuckle. "At this point, I had to come to immediate grips with the fact that anytime you are in such an intense amount of pain, there is the tendency to cry." I walked and just about everything north of my neck hurt, but I didn't cry. I sucked in my stomach, gritted my teeth, and curled in my toes to fight back the tears. I had to do that the rest of the school day. When I finally got home, I ran to my mother screaming and crying like a per- son whose groin area had been attacked by killer bees. Mother wiped away my tears, consoled me, an{ "Go ahead, darling. Cry want to." I also cried once in my second wife when Bay fumbled on its the Bears scored a and the Packers didn't and she told macrame class. "Did it lose its she had said. We divorced a few later. BY SPECIAL WITH HIS WIDOW, ED COLUMNS BY THE LATIg GRIZZARD, WHO GREW GEORGIA WRITER OF HIS GRIZZARD BELONGED AMERICA BUT HE BELONGED TO THIS GEORGIA, OF WHICH SOOFI'N, OF 1-8S FROM HOGANSV1LLE IS NAMED HONOR. THE LEWIS MUSEUM WAS MORELAND IN 1996 ING AND EDITING LAB DEDICATED TO HIS HIS BEIX)VED TAPF2 SALE THROUGH BAD PRODUCTIONS, P.O. BOX ATLANTA, GA 31118-1266 BOOK AND MUSIC NATIONWIDE. The Pain of Visiting in a Nursing He had driven for nearly three hours to see her. He'd sat by the bed for an hour and half. As he prepared to leave, she squeezed his hand. When he tried to slip free of her grasp, she mustered what strength she could to hold tightly for a minute longer. Don leave rr. Not yet. Just sit by another, she whisperext I've;got to go Mama, but I'll be back, he said with a lump in his throat and slowly expanding crack in the corner of his heart. On the long drive back home both the lump and the crack seemed to grow larger. Would this visit be the final one? He had asked himself that question several times in recent months. Each time he'd leave, it would be with a growing realiza- tion that it could be the last leav- ing. He had thought her first year as a resident at the nursing home was bad. It pained him greatly to visit her there and find her con- fined to her chair, no longer strong enough to stand or walk without assistance. Early on, she had been able to get up and down out of the bed and sit in her recliner. She had brought it from home. She liked her chair. During the early months she still could go to the bathroom without assistance. It would exhaust her, but she could dolt. Of course, it was goodot to worry about if she was goihg to remember to eat. Her food came three times a day and she did not have to exert her too tired body to prepare it. As institution food went, the staff did a pretty good job. And some of the nurses and their assistants were kind. Even warm and friendly. Sometimes bubbly. It must be a gift, he thought. It had to be a gift. In spite of the good things about his mom's new residence, he hated the environment. He could not bring himself to calJ it her home. He hated walking up and down the halls and seeing the little old ladies curled up in the beds like shriveling overgrown fetuses. Unresponsive. Alone. At least his morn was not like that. Not yet anyway. But that was last year. Things had changed. The hospice nurs- es came regularly now to help keep her more comfortable. Her body, that is. The congestive heart failure and leukemia were win- ning. The body was wearing out. And the mind... That was the sad- dest part of all. How does one comfort a mind that has become that of a little girl again? A small child in a tired worn-out body? How does one address the anxiety? The fear? The aloneness? He was the youngest of her seven children. He was the only one who was not retired. There was comfort in knowing ers were in and out than he. There was in knowing that two dedicated themselves to her as comfortable as Yet, one thing and only brought him personal comfort each seemefi3o forty women to every We men may be faster, he thought the long drive home. but we get to do it in our wives at our price the women were live longer. God, how leave her there in that He thought how individuals are who die The instant accidental sudden fatal heart attack. dare hope for such a his own body? Sure, he he could hope. And pray. t self and his morn And the connection that was degree of comfort might way into their aching How To Start Over is Good Knowle One day while preparing a message, I ran across a little story about a teenage girl who was stopped by the police. The police pulled over this girl because of reports she was driving around her neighborhood backwards. As the officer approached the car, he noticed the girl was very ner- vous and frightened, so he was easy on her but he did ask this question. "Why were you driving around in reverse?" The girl, with a hint of tears in her eyes, gave this reply. "My parents let me bor- row the car but they told me I could only put so many miles on the car. I was with my friends and I didn't pay attention to how many miles I had put on the car until it was too late. I took my friends home, then I began to drive around backwards so I could unwind some of the miles." Many times we have been like that young girl, wishing we could go back undo some of the things we have done, and start over. Unfortunately, things do not work that way. A classic scriptural illustra- tion of a .man who started over was King David of Israel Anyone that is acquainted with the Bible at all knbws that David was called "a man after God's own heart." David was a great soldier and a great king, but David was like the rest of us, he was human. We must realize that no one is above falling and sinning and as terrible as sin is, I believe that the one thing worse than falling in sin is not getting back up after we have fall- en. Our goal as Christians should be to live each day in a Christ-like manner, but when those times come in which we succumb to temptation, there is a way to get back up and continue on in life. We do not have to stay down. There are many people I come in contact with who used to go to church, who used to teach Sunday School, who used to sing in the choir, or who used to serve the Lord in some way, but now they have fallen and are doing noth- ing like a child of God ought to do. Today Iam not trying to beat that person over the head, but rather help them to get back up and staxt again serving the Lord. Although God is displeased with sin in the life of the believer, other believers need to help fallen believers get up. I am Baptist from the top of my head to the sole of my foot, but I do believe Baptist folks are the world's worst at shooting their own wounded. Instead of kicking folks while they are down, let's do what the Bible says do to help them start fresh serving the Lord. In Psalms 51, we find how King David started over after committing the sin of adultery and even having a man murdered. David had a friend named Nathan who confronted him with his sin. By the way, that is part of help- ing someone up, confronting them with the sin they have commit- ted. However, oftentimes that procedure is carried out in a con- frontafional way instead of a com- passionate way. Nevertheless, Nathan confrontedDavid with the sin and that led David to the first step in starting over, David was convinced or convicted of his sin. David aaid in Psalm 51:3, "...I acknowledge mysin."There must be a conviction of sin in the life over. Too often men convicting, men may try front others like David, but the convincing of sin is a Holy Spirit. It is the that opens not just the the heart as well to th dition. John in his speaking of the when he is come, he wqJ1 the world of sin, and eousness and of You may not be able to: but that still doesn't impossible to start over. ItOGANSlla ItOM. NE?; i published weekly b the Star-Mercu., Company, a division of Grimes Publications. at 3051 Roosevelt-Highway. Geigia 31816. USPS 6204)40. Subxip6on tales by mail: $16 in Tmup, Co,antics: $20 a year elf, ewhere. Prices include all sales taxes. Periodical Hogamviile, Georgia 30230 Fret strmertom call (70 846-3188 or xit Puicatitms. P. O. Box 426. "Mimchester. 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