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By Jennifer Hill:
Listening to the news reports of Sarah Palin’s speech at the Tea Party Convention this past weekend made me realize what a bullet the country dodged when the Republicans lost the race for president.
Imagine Vice President Palin talking about “that heath care reform stuff” and the “economic downturnee” and “jobee lossees.”
We Americans love to pat ourselves on the back about the smooth transition of government following elections and lauding it, rightly, as evidence of the strength of democracy in action. Presidential campaigns could be hard fought, but when the dust settled and votes were counted, we as Americans, because we respected the office, respected the man who was president. It is a basic lesson most of us have taught our children — you don’t have to agree with someone, but you respect them as an individual and a fellow human being. I have watched in appalled wonder recently as adults behaved badly in public meetings on health care and wondered what kind of example they felt they were setting for their children about how to resolve conflicts. Until this summer, I thought such behavior was reserved for sports arenas at best or street mobs at worst. Recently, I’ve been thinking […]
The New York Times in its “Laugh Lines” feature in the July 19 Week in Review section reported white comedian Jimmy Kimmel’s comments on President Barack Obama’s outfit he wore to throw out the first pitch at the All-Star game. Kimmel reportedly said, “And I know the president is busy; but he really needs a personal shopper. Once again, Obama appeared in public in a pair of heavily starched, stone washed jeans with a big crease down the front of them, as if his mom has ironed them or something.” Now admittedly, I don’t watch Kimmel’s show, but I am sure it got a big laugh from his audience. The problem is, Jimmy apparently doesn’t know black folk don’t come in one size fits all when it comes to making a sartorial statement. If he did, he would know that unlike with the 1-20, Lil’ Johns and TIs of hip […]
Perched at the top of the “V” of the intersection of Laredo and N. Clarendon in Avondale Estates, just east of Atlanta, is the new second location of Savage Pizza. Though the décor of the new restaurant has a modern feel, the familiar comic book character theme from the original Savage Pizza in Atlanta’s Little Five Points prevails. Comic books, a passion of Myron Monsky, one of the partners, have been part of Savage Pizza since it opened in 1990. “The theme resonates with young and not so young children,” says partner Field Coxe, with a wry grin. A large Superman action figure sitting on the counter greets customers as they enter the restaurant and the brightly colored walls are covered with comic paraphernalia. The menu at the family friendly restaurant is the same as the Little Five Points’ location. “We’ve developed a little bit of a brand,” said Coxe, […]
Yesterday, I noticed one of the tomatoes I’ve been watching for weeks, finally turned red. In a few days I’ll be able to eat a salad made with ingredients all grown in my backyard garden, an accomplishment that thrills me and would fall into the “duh” category for my grandmother. Oh well, that ‘s progress for you.
Despite the destruction caused by fallen trees and power outages, all that rain and wind in Atlanta had a plus side, too. When sun finally came out, my next door neighbor pulled out his tiller and rolled through the earth blocked off for the garden. The steady hmm of the tiller was a welcome sound. His wife and I have gardened separately, if companionably for years, but this year we’re having a community garden, and so I had a vested interested in watching the thick mounds of dirt being turned over and later mixed with bags of manure. Their granddog loved it, too, and left deep footprints (and we hope nothing else) right down the middle.
The night Barack Obama was elected I recalled an evening many years ago when my oldest son, now a junior in college, was six or seven years old. We had friends over for dinner and somehow the discussion got around to asking my son and his friend what they wanted to be when they grew up. We adults suggested that maybe one of them would grow up to be president. My son’s immediate response was sobering and unsettling: “The president of the United States is white,” he said. I can still remember how all of us, a newspaper editor, TV reporter, lawyer and communications specialist, looked at each other in shock and not a little horror, before leaping in to assure both boys that truly they could grow up to be president. It was chilling as a parent to realize that at such a tender age, my son was already […]