Tag: tolerance

Something to make your heart soar and regain your spirit of compassion

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Separate but (not treated) Equal

After Isaac puts the Pontiac in neutral and maneuvers it out on the driveway, he asks me to hand him a screwdriver. He tightens some do-ma-hickey then replaces the battery with the one he picked up at the local auto part’s store. “You sure…

Retaliation of the wrong kind?

Isaac grabs Olvie’s arm as she reaches the doorknob. “Olvie, don’t you do it. I don’t need protection just because a man’s called me names. I’m used to it. And you marching over there and giving him a tongue lashing will only make things…

The guest of a Fruitcake

I had eaten my Swanson’s TV dinner on top of the TV tray and watched and listened to what I could on TV. Even Dr. Kildare, who usually makes me foolishly swoon, looked more like Barney Fife. I’m going bonkers. I know it. But…

A plea for humanity — Will you join me at the river?

It wasn’t a Sunday morning. It was a Thursday evening. I sat on a wooden pew where, beneath my feet in the 1800’s, slaves had congregated to worship in a hole made of dirt. On April 27th, at that same location, I was inside the Simpson…

Be careful what you wish for

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Snake panic, friend panic

  Tanner finally stops. He looks around but doesn’t see me. He settles on a hefty rock and lights a cigarette. “Tanner,” I say quietly so I don’t scare him out of his railroad pants. He flinches but recovers quickly.  “What?” “I have two…

Snoopy of Dog Pile asks a question

“TV Guide says Mayberry is calling to us,” Olvie says. “I don’t much care for Aunt Bee. She’s a prude. But I like it when she lectures Andy. Still, Andy and Barney are country bumpkins. But that Opie Taylor? He asks questions that make…

Haters

I can’t see anything out of the ordinary, only Olvie’s backyard. But I hear it. Words my mother has heard slammed in her direction. “<N…> lover!” the boys chant. Five of them emerge from the backyard bushes and run towards the front yard. I…

The unenlightened neighbor

Olvie pours herself another cup of Folgers while I start the pancake mix. “I think that was the door, Olvie.” “Come in, Wise-Guy,” Olvie yells. “Well, that was pleasant,” Tanner says, wearing a clean pair of “underground” railroad pants. I pour circles of batter…