Charlestonians rally around their statues in war and peace
By Peg Eastman
Last month, Charlestonians awoke on an otherwise typical Monday morning only to see that the base of our statue of Gen. William Moultrie had been hatefully defaced at the hands of a spray-can wielding barbarian. Banal bromides against the “one percent” sullied three of the four sides of the pedestal of the monument to the Revolutionary War hero, erected in 2007 thanks to hard work and funding from a wide range of local heritage groups.
Local performances deserve brighter spotlight
Ashley on the Arts
By Dottie Ashley
The other night, upon attending “Brooklyn Boy” — a superb, Off-Broadway-quality play produced by Midtown Productions theater on James Island — I felt it a shame it was that only half of the seats in this quaint, but technically top-of-the-line, theater were filled.
Remembering and honoring our veterans with healing: How a Marine turned minister is ‘still fighting the enemy’
By Robert Salvo
This September, the Wall Street Journal ran a long piece discussing the ongoing debate at the Veterans Administration regarding the treatment of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), a topic on our collective minds as we approach Veteran’s Day. Some of the approaches discussed in the article include “ … hikes on the Appalachian Trail, scuba diving and horseback riding … dance, drama, companion dogs, tai chi, fish-oil supplements and high-pressure oxygen treatments …” Although more than 2,100 words were devoted to these alternative therapies, on which the VA spent $18 million dollars last year, no mention was made of one of the most traditional and effective methods of helping those suffering from the lingering effects of warfare: healing prayer.
Common Core or common corpse?
By H. Leland Cox
“In a time of dramatic change it is the learners who inherit the future. The learned usually find themselves equipped to live in a world that no longer exists.”
— Eric Hoffer, Reflections on the Human Condition (1973)
My earliest recollection of education reform dates from the fall of 1957 when the Soviet Union placed Sputnik into earth orbit. I was thirteen years old. In addition to kick-starting the space race, the event also stirred public opinion in the United States into a froth of national anxiety. The colossus of the Russian Bear cast an ominous shadow over the American Eagle. Russian scientists (actually, German scientists who in the long run turned out to be not as smart as our German scientists) seemed to have been touched by divine fire and made privy to the secrets of the universe. Meanwhile, our rockets were blowing up on their launch pads.