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    America

    56 Graymoor Lane Olympia Fields , IL 60461

    September 10, 2009

    Joe Wilson, Member
    United States Congress
    212 Cannon House Office Building
    Washington, D. C 20515-4002

    903 Port Republic Street
    Beaufort, South Carolina 29902

    Mr. Wilson:

    I am an 80 year old mother and my older child is 51 years old; but, if ever I were to hear him call anyone a [...]

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    Trust all is well …

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    DMTHH our roots run deep!

    DMTHH 40th Family Reunion for the weekend of July 24, 25, and 26 was/is a tradition like no other in Raleigh and Durham, North Carolina. Family came from near as Maryland, South, Carolina, New Jersey and Flint, Michian to as far away as Shanghai, China.

    Catching up with the latest news from [...]

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  • America

    56 Graymoor Lane Olympia Fields , IL 60461

    September 10, 2009

    Joe Wilson, Member
    United States Congress
    212 Cannon House Office Building
    Washington, D. C 20515-4002

    903 Port Republic Street
    Beaufort, South Carolina 29902

    Mr. Wilson:

    I am an 80 year old mother and my older child is 51 years old; but, if ever I were to hear him call anyone a liar or rudely and obstreperously tell someone they were telling a lie, I would slap his face. My two children, 41 and 51 respectively, are very well reared as was I. I can remember as a little innocent child calling someone a liar. I only did it one time because the lecture in the form of a lesson in proper decorum sank in, and to this day, I have never called anyone a liar. My mother considered this the ultimate in rudeness and disrespect, not only for the person I called a liar, but for me, myself.

    Having learned that lesson at such an early age, it made me cringe when you, at age 62, and a former military man, yelled to the President of the United States of America , “You lie.” As a military man, you know the chain of command; and, you were addressing the Commander in Chief of the United States of America . Of course, President Obama who is a very refined gentleman did not respond and he kept right on target delivering the most brilliant speech I have ever heard. I can say this with a degree of authority because I have been witness to every presidency since Herbert Hoover. Never in the hallowed halls of Congress have I witnessed such coarse, gross, despicable behavior.

    I don’t know if your mother is alive or not, but if she is, I’m certain that she hung her head in shame knowing that all over the world you have disgraced her, yourself, your wife, your four sons, your office, your constituency and your country. Children of good breeding, who are properly reared carry the teachings of their parents throughout their lives. At 80 everything I do is tested against, “what would my mother think of that?” I would never defame her precious memory by demonstrating lack of self control and a knowledge of the social graces that separate women from ladies and men from gentlemen.

    My mother was a proper Southern genteel lady who commanded respect because of the way she carried herself. I would think that your being from the South, you would have gotten some of that good ole Southern hospitality and gentility that seems to be characteristic of intelligent people of the South.

    I do so hope you will listen to the foreign media as I did late last night. You are an international disgrace because from Ireland to China and England , your crudity was the main topic of conversation.

    I note that you have a law degree. I wonder how proud your alma mater, University of South Carolina Law School , was of you tonight as you showed to the world that education without character is vacuous and meaningless. There is a popular expression of people with degrees who lack common sense, they are referred to as “educated fools.”

    If you were playing to the media and to the camera for attention, you succeeded because your worldwide legacy will be that you were the ill-suited and ill-placed person who demeaned himself in the halls of Congress for the first time in U S history.

    Written with embarrassment for my country,

    Helen L. Burleson, Doctor of Public Administration

  • Trust all is well …

  • DMTHH our roots run deep!

    DMTHH 40th Family Reunion for the weekend of July 24, 25, and 26 was/is a tradition like no other in Raleigh and Durham, North Carolina. Family came from near as Maryland, South, Carolina, New Jersey and Flint, Michian to as far away as Shanghai, China.

    Catching up with the latest news from the old timers, seeing new born babies, greeting newly weds and sharing the love with everybody was truly a blessing from above. Looking forward to next year with plans in the workds for the family gathering at Mertyle Beach, South Carolina.

    Until then …. keep in touch!

  • Night Funeral in Harlem
     

    by Langston Hughes

    Night funeral
    In Harlem:

    Where did they get
    Them two fine cars?

    Insurance man, he did not pay–
    His insurance lapsed the other day–
    Yet they got a satin box
    for his head to lay.

    Night funeral
    In Harlem:

    Who was it sent
    That wreath of flowers?

    Them flowers came
    from that poor boy’s friends–
    They’ll want flowers, too,
    When they meet their ends.

    Night funeral
    in Harlem:

    Who preached that
    Black boy to his grave?

    Old preacher man
    Preached that boy away–
    Charged Five Dollars
    His girl friend had to pay.

    Night funeral
    In Harlem:

    When it was all over
    And the lid shut on his head
    and the organ had done played
    and the last prayers been said
    and six pallbearers
    Carried him out for dead
    And off down Lenox Avenue
    That long black hearse done sped,
    The street light
    At his corner
    Shined just like a tear–
    That boy that they was mournin’
    Was so dear, so dear
    To them folks that brought the flowers,
    To that girl who paid the preacher man–
    It was all their tears that made
    That poor boy’s
    Funeral grand.

    Night funeral
    In Harlem.

    This poem was a tribute to a great soul
    and world entertainer: Michael Jackson

  • Gloss
    by Angie Estes

    My mother said that Uncle Fred had a purple
    heart, the right side of his body
    blown off in Italy in World War II,
    and I saw reddish blue figs
    dropping from the hole
    in his chest, the violet litter
    of the jacaranda, heard the sentence
    buckle, unbuckle like a belt
    before opening the way
    a feed sack opens all
    at once when the string is pulled
    in just the right place:
    the water in the corn pot
    boils, someone is slapped, and summer
    rain splatters as you go out
    to slop the hogs. We drove home
    over the Potomac while the lights spread
    their tails across the water, comets
    leaving comments on a blackboard
    sky like the powdered sugar
    medieval physicians blew
    into patients’ eyes to cure
    their blindness. At dusk,
    fish rise, their new moons
    etching the water like Venn diagrams
    for Robert’s Rules of Order
    surfaced at last, and I would like to
    make a motion, move
    to amend: point of information, point
    of order. I move to amend
    the amendment and want
    to call the question, table
    the discussion, bed
    some roses, and roof the exclamation
    of the Great Blue heron sliding
    overhead, its feet following flight
    the way a period haunts
    a sentence: she said that
    on the mountain where they grew
    up, there were two kinds
    of cherries—red heart
    and black heart—both of them
    sweet.