Chiggerticky

Chiggerticky

A Boomer's Lament

  • Civil Rights Movement Subverts

    I’m a white guy who grew up in Birmingham, Alabama, during the Civil Rights era. I remember “Coloreds Only” signs over water fountains, restrooms, and waiting rooms. I remember segregated schools. I remember one day per week (Wednesdays) dedicated to “Coloreds Only” at the local amusement park.  I remember the fear and violence:  Selma’s Bloody […]

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    June 21, 2019
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  • A Sacred Place

    Bill and I opened the door, took one step inside and were stopped in our tracks by laser beams shooting from more than a dozen eyes. While the juke box twanged on, the rest of time and space stood still. The pinball machine stopped its pinging and buzzing, the customers ceased their chatter. About fifteen […]

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    November 23, 2018
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  • My First Teacher

    Last Thursday morning, minutes away from the first-period bell, I was in robot mode, punching pencils into the electric sharpener on the counter of my classroom. You see, experience has taught me to keep on hand a batch of ready-to-use #2s for those hapless souls who come to class sans writing instrument. (Colleagues chastise me for […]

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    October 21, 2018
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  • Let’s Trash Grades!

    “Lookie here!” the principal shouts into the microphone. Despite the upscale suit, the professorial glasses, and the elegant white hair, the principal is a bona fide Southern-bred good ol’ boy. His big eyes grow big as he pauses for effect and then thrusts his arms outward and downward to indicate two rows of students seated […]

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    September 23, 2018
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  • “…and deliver us from ‘the data,’ for Thine is the kingdom…”

    I teach eighth-grade English. Last February I spent a training day with colleagues at our school district’s central office where a district official emphatically reminded us that our students’ reading scores are of paramount importance. If our students don’t show improvement from standardized test to standardized test, we were told, then teachers will be held […]

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    September 9, 2018
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  • A Great Lesson from the Great White North (Part 1)

    February, 1983. We are twenty miles south of Toledo on Interstate-75 north in a ‘79 Ford wagon, hurtling through flurries of snow. We are five Presbyterians from five Indiana churches–two directors of Christian Education (DCEs, they’re called) and three ministers. Our destination? Toronto, to attend the annual North American conference of church educators. “I think […]

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    September 3, 2018
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  • A Great Lesson from the Great White North (Part 2)

    [Conclusion of a two-part blog that begins HERE.] At a money booth in Windsor station we convert U.S. dollars to Canadian currency, after which we buy round-trip tickets to Toronto. In the waiting area, we settle into seats, five abreast, until our train arrives. Junior seizes the chance to resume his sermon, prompting the DCEs […]

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    September 3, 2018
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  • Football Season! Let the Irrationality Begin!

    Twelve years ago, as I was teaching English as a Second Language (ESL) to middle-schoolers, two boys—a Venezuelan and a Mexican—entered my classroom furious at each other.  Before reaching their desks, they had squared off, only inches apart—fists clenched, eyes bulging, mouths shooting bullets of Spanish. I jumped between them, pushing each away from the […]

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    August 26, 2018
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  • Eighth-Grade Boys or “The Goot of God” (Rated PG-13)

    To live as an eighth-grader is to see yourself as inferior to almost all who look your way. Despite the bravado and swagger displayed by many, eighth-graders are, deep down inside, quaveringly unsure of themselves. This is true for girls as well as boys. The only difference between them lies in their responses. I won’t […]

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    August 19, 2018
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  • The Politics of Teaching Children

    Decades ago, an old preacher friend offered me this pearl of wisdom. Purposefully perverting Jesus’ oft-quoted words in Matthew, the preacher said, “For where two or three are gathered together in Christ’s name, there is politics.” Experience has taught me that the two or three don’t even need to be gathered in Christ’s name. They […]

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    August 12, 2018
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  • Confederately Confused (Pt. 3)

    [Conclusion of a 3-part post that begins here.] Most rebel-flag waving Southerners never stop to examine how blessed they are that the South got its ass kicked in the Civil War. Please allow me to show why they should. Let’s start in 1830 when Michael Tuomey, a young Irishman, immigrates to America and finds his […]

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    August 5, 2018
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  • Confederately Confused (Pt. 2)

    [The second part of a three-part posting that begins here]  1977 (Home from college): Me: Frankly, I’m glad the North won the Civil War. They were right and we were wrong. Them: But your grandmama’s grandaddy fought in the War and was killed by Yankees! Me: He should’ve never been there in the first place. […]

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    August 3, 2018
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  • Confederately Confused (Pt. 1)

    For decades Southerners were trained to distrust and dislike Yankees, by which was meant anyone raised anywhere outside the eleven Confederate states. So, like most Southern kids of my generation, I was instructed in the Dixie catechism, which varies only in that each family has its own tale of why the Civil War is personal.  […]

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    August 1, 2018
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  • “Agricolae sunt!” (Tribute to Miss Hortenstine)

    Occasionally on TV I’ll see a Farmers Insurance commercial featuring the Oscar-winning actor J.K. Simmons who describes the various ways the vaunted insurance company can save us from doom. Always, the commercial ends with the ear-wormy jingle We are farmers! Bum-bah-bum-bah-bum-bum-bum! To which I often sing back Agricolae sunt! Bum-bah-bum-bah-bum-bum-bum! which is Latin for “They are farmers!”  […]

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    July 29, 2018
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  • Lemme ‘splain to you about my back-up ball

    Where I was born, every boy was supposed to become an athlete. This was terribly unfair to the few of us who weren’t equipped for the task.  But there was no begging off. It was unthinkable to face your father and say, “Look, Dad, I’m really more of the bookish type.”  No, you had to […]

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    July 27, 2018
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  • Me and Russia, we go way back

    [Written in response to, “How come you old farts are so pissed off about Russia?” asked by a younger friend whose political awareness bloomed after the Cold War.] My stormy relationship with Russia began benignly enough in my front yard on an October night in 1957.  I was three years old, so it’s a bit […]

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    July 25, 2018
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  • Eulogy for Ensley High School

    Last Tuesday around 2:30 a.m., a call came into the Birmingham Fire Department that a large, vacant three-story building at 2301 Avenue J was on fire. TV cameramen arrived shortly after the firefighters and filmed thick flames shooting like cannons from the building’s third-floor.  Against the night sky, the scene was especially lurid and would have […]

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    July 22, 2018
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  • “Mr. Stephens, were you a racist?” (Conclusion)

    [This concludes a five-part series that begins here.] As I grew older, my experience of the world around me increasingly contradicted the stereotypes in which I’d been indoctrinated. I began to notice that the exceptions were overwhelming the rules. Italians were not all connected to the Mafia. Greeks were not all in the restaurant business. […]

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    July 20, 2018
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  • “Mr. Stephens, were you a racist?” (Pt. 4)

    [The fourth installment of a five-part series that begins here.] “Why did you come to our school?”  I asked my 7th-grade classmate Shirley, one of only two black students in our 800-student school. She had been writing but stopped at the sound of my voice. She didn’t look up. Long seconds passed, and I was sure […]

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    July 19, 2018
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  • “Mr. Stephens, were you a racist?” (Pt. 3)

    [The third installment of a five-part series that begins here.] In 1954, the year I was born, the U.S. Supreme Court unanimously declared, in Brown v. Board of Education, that racial segregation of public schools violates the 14th Amendment of the Constitution and that American schools must desegregate “with all deliberate speed.” Short version: “Segregation of […]

    Chiggerticky

    July 18, 2018
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