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Anything that comes out of the South is going to be called grotesque by the northern reader, unless it is grotesque, in which case it is going to be called realistic. - Flannery O’Connor

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Well, as it turns out, Knoxville evangelist Ernie Ray Lester didn’t really fight in Vietnam.

His 23 war wounds? The single-handed killing of thousands of Vietnamese? Waiting for rescue as the sole survivor of a massive enemy ambush?

Not so much.

But he did work as a biker assassin.  Really, he did.

And as for getting rammed at full speed by the Lincoln Continental? while collecting on a drug debt? which “knocked my eyes out of my head and my teeth out of my mouth” until they got sewed back in again by a biker doctor?  That really happened, too.  But not in Houston, as he’d said before. 

“That was Atlanta,”  he corrected the record on Friday.

Faced by a flood of evidence provided by attorneys, law enforcement officials, and other folk, Ernie Ray Lester has agreed to update his testimony a wee bit. 

I think he should consider opening a sperm bank, as well.

Cyn Mobley doesn’t love me at all.  She just wants a plug, and guess what?  I’m totally going to give her one, right here on this blog!  Because I am too busy to write anything else!

Cyn is looking for local (ish) writers and artists  for her upcoming Christmas Anthology.  Cyn is a best-selling author!  Who has her own press!  And last year’s Anthology sold very well!  So click on this link right now to find out more.

Every millionaire I’ve met has a longer list of failures than successes.  If you’re always winning, then you aren’t competing against people better than you.  And that means you never get better.

- Farragut’s Mike West, who with his wife Tiffany recently donated $1 million to UT’s College of Business Administration (Bearden/Cedar Bluff Shopper-News, 9/15/2008)

Tennessee is a strongly Republican state, and I *know* (I’ve seen the hard numbers) that Knoxville is too. Strangely, though, every group I hang out with seems to be 100% Democrat. And how I do love them.

But I marvel at how often my friends still manage to encounter so many Republicans, while I still manage not to. A favorite theme at recent gatherings has been the extreme presumption of “those people” (Republicans) who boorishly assume my friends are also Republicans. My friends are genuinely indignant, but I can’t tell if it’s because they are offended by people who make assumptions, or offended for being mistaken for something as vile as a Republican.

The irony here is that in the twenty-something years I’ve spent mostly in the company of left-ish people, present company included, most of them have been as exactly as presumptuous about me and my own political affiliation.

I suspect, therefore, that making assumptions about people, even discriminating against people, is not so much partisan as it is a human condition.

To be fair, I do look, walk and quack very much like a Democrat. I also understand that being included in these conversations is deeply complimentary, as my pureblooded friends clearly feel such an affinity for me that they consider me one of their own race.

But it’s also a little disturbing to think that anyone’s approval of me, for any reason, also informs them that I can’t possibly bear any of the enemy’s genetic material. Sadly though, I do.

My friends’ own distress at being oppressed by Republicans is clearly not so terrible that they can’t also enjoy the conviviality of ranting about it over lunch.  Not me.  I’m much happier ranting about single issues than I am about entire groups of people.

Well.  Okay. Unless they’re from  The Institution that Shall Not be Named.  I never said it was about virtue on my part.  It’s more an irrational fear of suddenly finding myself among those being crucified.

Speaking of which.  I also enjoy a good rant about religion.  That’s very weird, I’ve just realized. Could it be that our country actually is much more religiously tolerant than it is politically tolerant? That’s a test question. I don’t know the answer. What do you think?

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A few years ago, my son was being harrassed by another middle school student.  We knew that bullies can become even more dangerous if parents intervene, but this had become too serious to ignore, so my husband and I marched together to the principal’s office and laid it all on the line.  

Fortunately, the principal took us seriously and the bullying was immediately stopped.  Had it not been resolved, however, my husband and I would have continued to take action ourselves, up to and including moving our son to another school. 

A couple days ago, on the day of the shooting, our daughter received a minor bit of bullying herself, which the teacher apparently did nothing about.   I admit I was a little more afraid this time.  What if none of us can act against misbehavior or abuse anymore because we’re afraid we’ll be shot if we do?

Every Knox County parent received a recorded phone message from the system superintendant yesterday.  The gist was that this latest shooting was not, in fact, random — the two kids knew each other and were having some (yet unrevealed) difficulties.  Be at peace, therefore: there are no gangs, no conspiracies, and the rest of your children are safe.

Well, yes and no.

The superintendant’s words reassured me that those of us blessed with the right family resources still have a great deal of control over our own children’s safety; it does not necessarily mean, however, that this or any school had any further ability to prevent this shooting than if it *had been* a random event.   While we may be able to point to a number of risk factors, reasons, and motives in the aftermath, we can’t proactively lock up or expel every child who exhibits them, nor can we even separate ourselves or our children from every potential “thug.”

Simply:  we can’t always “see it coming.”

We need to be prudent about safety, of course, but we must also be reasonable.  I doubt that the schools can or should do very much more than they already do.  The fact is that the great majority of children are not murderers, including the great majority of children who live in the same sort of environment as Central High’s shooter.

Probably, we each need to do our best to carry on, and do the best we can, as always.  Nor is it generally very useful to make decisions or conduct our lives in an atmosphere of fear. 

If there is any single key to safe and effective educations for our children,  it probably is the parent, and guess what?  I found the article I mentioned in yesterday’s post (Who needs to be a walking bibliography like my husband, anyway, when God gave us the Internet?)    I don’t agree with every word, but felt the author had some brilliantly-new insights I’d not seen anywhere else before. 

Tales out of School: How a pushy, Type A mother stopped reading Jonathan Kozol and learned to love the public schools  (Sandra Tsing Loh, The Atlantic, March 2008)

Child places flowers at Central High after the shooting (Image: KnoxNews..com).

I wish I could find the beautiful article I read sometime in the past year, written by the parent of a child who attended an urban public school in California.  Alas, my husband is the walking human bibliography in the family, not I.

My own school experience was in a wealthy, and lily-white part of Washington State.  Few of us there were the children of jailbirds and prostitutes, so mostly we self-destructed using expensive drugs, expensive cars, and the occasional existential suicide. 

Nor did our parents necessarily love us any more than inner-city parents love their children: ours were often too busy making money and divorcing each other to notice or care when we co-opted their giant houses for our own youthful drug and sex fests.

Life, and love, are both such messy and dangerous things. It breaks my heart to listen in (yes, still watching children talk on Facebook) as my children and their friends try to process, yet again,  the fatal gun shots that were fired in places that should have been their safest havens.  Some of my children’s friends were in the church sanctuary a few weeks ago when Jim David Adkisson began shooting people, and yesterday morning some other young friends were about to start classes at Central High School when another gun started shooting. 

“Were you scared?”  They ask each other.  “Yeah, it was intense,” answers one.  “I’m fine,” writes another child.  “I decided to go to sonic this morning, and I got to school 10 min after the shooting and got turned away from school. It just kinda freaked me out that I missed it by 10 min.”

But it also breaks my heart as other parents begin blaming yesterday’s shooting on the fact that Knoxville’s Central High is an urban school.   The alleged shooter’s  elder adopted sister is wanted for murder, and victim also came from a poor family with a speckled history, so perhaps “we should have seen it coming.”

Margaret Sanger, the founder of Planned Parenthood, once had an interesting proposal.  She suggested that the United States require that all welfare recipients be sterilized as a condition of receiving any further benefits, which would keep such people from proliferating and ruining the world for the rest of us. 

What do you think?

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Related post:A note on Knoxville’s church shooting, and why I have to bring it up now

Child taken into custody following Knoxville school shooting (Image: WBIR.com).

At Knoxville’s Central High school today, a student gunned down and killed another  just before classes began. 

This shooting was a sad, sad thing in our city, still suffering from another senseless church shooting and murder just a few short weeks ago. 

Already, the speculating has begun.  Some folks are trying, as they always do, to make the tragedy into an argument supporting their own cause (e.g., “Public Schools are Bad.”) Others are simply trying to find meaning in meaningless acts of hatred and violence.  In both shootings, however, the perpetrators were deeply troubled individuals whose actions can not be made into “see, I told you so!” examples of anything much,  except what broken people can sometimes do.  

Most unemployed people do not go on shooting sprees, after all.  Even unemployed people who read Conservative Books.  Nor do most public school children go on shooting sprees.

I was very impressed by Central High today.  School administrators there were doing their job when they locked down the school to keep everyone safe.  They were also doing their job when they turned back the throngs of parents who immediately began gathering at the school: emergency personnel needed time and space to focus on the scene until it was secured, and information about individual children could not be released until authorities could be sure that it would not further endanger or mislead anyone. 

Maybe we shouldn’t allow our children to play so many violent video games.  Certainly we shouldn’t have so many guns lying around where people with very little impulse control can so easily get ahold of them.  But relying solely on any of these answers is too dangerous, seducing us too easily into the belief that we can ever control every risk factor or make our children perfectly safe. 

We can’t.

In fact, I am much more disturbed by what happened earlier this week,  at another high school in Knoxville.   A boy suffered a brain injury at Karns High school  after falling from the back of a pickup truck he was riding in a school parking lot, while moving school equipment, and while under the supervision of a shop teacher.  Student Eric Law then waited in a semi-conscious state at the school until his mother arrived to take him to the hospital  — 911 was never called – and died later that morning.

Central High faced a random incident today but had a plan; Karns should have seen that one coming and did very little to stop it.  Who will protect our children from criminally-stupid shop teachers and grossly-negligent school nurses and office personnel?  

There may be individually abusive priests and predatory neighbors, but I’m still sending my own children to church the neighborhood park.  I’m still appreciative of public schools too, but no – I will not be sending any child of mine to Karns.