Hitting Home

    “If you have an important point to make, don’t try to be subtle or clever.  Use a pile driver.  Hit the point once.  Then come back and hit it again. Then hit it a third time – a tremendous whack.” Winston Churchill

For a Flight Paths project that I’m involved with, Valparaiso University professor Liz Wuerrful posted interviews with African-Americans who attended Gary’s segregated East Pulaski School. Here is an excerpt from one titled “Hitting Home”:

    The school I went to in Detroit was what they say now was integrated. When I came here to Gary, there was an East Pulaski and a West Pulaski. East Pulaski was for my people, and West Pulaski was for other people. That’s the way it was. One of the buildings was a cooking classroom. We from East Pulaski would go to our cooking class, and make lunch for the children at both West Pulaski and East Pulaski. I don’t know if you realize, I don’t know if you realize, the shock to a child of 11 years old, almost realizing that you’re not accepted because of the color, and that was hard.

   Roosevelt was an entirely black school. I think there were two or three white students there because their parents owned property in the area. Froebel was the only integrated school in the area. Emerson had a few black students, but that was because they lived in the area. And my mother had to go to Horace Mann school in order to get me transferred from Roosevelt to Froebel.

   I read a lot. I’m what they would have called a nerd at the time. And I wanted to take mechanical drawing. They would not let me take that. And I was so upset. They did not want the girls to participate in things. They steered us to the cooking class, sewing class, and to a typist class.

   There is one thing that we all disliked: we were not allowed to go to swimming classes until Fridays. After we were supposed to take those swimming classes, they would drain the pool. When my mother found out, I thought for sure I was going to get kicked out of the school. I don’t know what she said, what she did, or what she had to do, but I was never allowed to go swimming, and they didn’t even put that on my schedule. I was glad because I didn’t feel like it was right because my first thing is, “Why do I have to go in there after they’ve been in there and it’s all dirty?”

   We started a club and we called it Fro-Ro, which was Froebel Roosevelt. We would get together, and have dances and sit around, even do our homework together.  That’s when we found out that the books Roosevelt had were almost five years older than what we had. The information that we had in our history books, even our math books, our literature, all of that was totally different from what they had. Why didn’t they have the same information available to them that we had? And that’s when it really started hitting home about how things were. I was starting to grow up and starting to see things the way my parents were seeing them. And I started to realize how much of a sacrifice they were making. They did a lot of things that were quiet. They did not come, they didn’t do the marching, and all this stuff that everybody else is doing. They did whatever they had to do to let them know that it wasn’t acceptable. They did it in a very quiet way. It was almost like they did not want us to see the hardship they were having to make it possible for us to get a very good education.

In “A Well-Kept Secret” a second respondent told Flight Paths interviewer Reagan Skaggs:

   Seventh grade, we had a speech teacher. She introduced us to black poets—black poetry—and all of us kids were shocked, like, “What? Black folks wrote poems?”We had never heard of it. I was elated, and I went home, and I told my mother. I said, “Momma, black folks wrote poems. Look at this! They wrote these poems!”Langston Hughes, to name just one, but there were so many! She didn’t know it either, of course, and she bought the very first book of poetry we owned - this expensive book - a book for twenty or thirty bucks was a lot for her.  It was a compilation of poems by African Americans, and then you had your Caribbean folk, and it also included Europeans. And that is a thick volume. It’s not in print anymore. I still have it to this day.  So that was a great sacrifice for her, but she bought that book, and boy, did I get into those poems. I loved them. I was so grateful to know about that.

   Throughout my life, looking at TV, movies, magazines, there was never, ever anything pleasant said about the continent of Africa, nor the brown, black people in it. It was always bad. It was always sad. It was not stuff that would make you feel proud and honored to be a part of that heritage. They never, ever spoke about Ancient Egyptians being chocolate people. That was a well-kept secret. I didn’t learn that until I was a grown woman. Actually, a very mature grown woman. When I went to Egypt, I saw the pictures on the walls, and the people were black, and dark, and brown, and I was in awe. This is really true. They were a black race, so why is it hidden? Why is it kept secret? Why is it never mentioned? All I ever heard was negative things, so, to learn that during the Harlem Renaissance we had these phenomenal poets step out, and writers, and I mean, you just didn’t hear about it in any form or fashion.

   You know, we’ve been so disconnected to those truths because we didn’t control things that would allow us access to that information. And it all has to do with this thing that’s called institutional racism. The group that’s in charge controls information as well. So, if you don’t have access to that information, you don’t know what your potential is. And the potential is always for greatness.

According to Noah Isenberg’s “We’ll Always Have Casablanca,” the idea for “Everybody Comes to Rick’s,” the play that became the basis for what the author calls “America’s most beloved movie”originated during a trip writer Murray Burnett made to Vienna during the summer of 1938. What hit home was the utter terror Jews faced, including his wife’s family, as a result of Anschluss, Nazi Germany’s annexation of Austria. After successfully smuggling out of the country some of her relatives’ prize possessions, including a fur coat wife Frances wore and diamond rings of each finger, Burnett visited a nightclub in the South of France.  An African-American pianist was playing jazz standards, providing respite from the insanity outside its smoky walls. The atmosphere was in stark contrast to the “tragedy and tears”Burnett had witnessed in Vienna and a perfect setting for a play, named for a Moroccan city Burnett never visited Casablanca in his entire life.

Depressing cable fare abounds, including movies about the breakup of a marriage (“Wild Fire”), a musician’s self-destructive path to eventual suicide suicide (“A Star Is Born”), and a lesbian marriage that turns sour due to one being a psychopathic murder (“What Keeps You Alive”).   “Big Little Lies” began its second season in the aftermath of an abusive husband having been murdered.  The pilot of the super-depressing mini-series “Euphoria” portrays teenagers as drug and sex obsessed misfits dependent on cell phones and bereft of meaningful adult role models.  Unlike “Big Little Lies,” which has a brilliant cast, I doubt I’ll keep watching “Euphoria.” The so-called comedy series “Barry” stars Bill Hader as a hired hitman taking acting lessons from the “Fonz” of old, Henry Winkler and killing his lady friend, a cop. Barry’s diabolical boss is a hoot.  When police close in on him, he manages to say something like “Thank heaven you’ve finally arrived.”

Charlie Halberstadt and I had an excellent bridge week, finishing second in the Chesterton game and first at Banta Senior Center in Valparaiso out of 12 pairs for a combined 3.86 master points each within 24 hours, by far my most ever. At Chesterton I was getting weak hands all evening until one contained 26 high card points, Ace, King, Queen, spot, spot in both Hearts and Diamonds, Ace, Jack, of Spades, and bare King of Clubs. I bid 2 Clubs, indicating at least 23 high card points, and Charlie responded 2 Diamonds, meaning 0 to 3 points. I went to 4 Hearts and made it on the nose.  Others playing an automatic 2 Diamond response to 2 Clubs didn’t get to game since the strong hand got passed out at 2 Hearts.  

Banta Center was once an elementary school; bridge opponent Knoefel Jones recalled the names of his first, second, and third grade teachers.  The latter, he claimed, collected a quarter from his students, promising they’d get a European pen pal, but they never did. That guy must have pocketed at least five dollars, I joked.  But think of how much money that would be today, he replied, straight-faced.  Knoefel is always joking around, so when he first told me his name (pronounced no-fell), I thought he was putting me on.  Knowing Tom and Sylvia Luekens were big Valparaiso University boosters, I told them grandson James was going to VU in the Fall and that I will be in a history session in October with professors Allison Schuette and Liz Wuerrfel in Salt Lake City.  When Sylvia said she knew Allison, I told of working on their Flight Paths project tracing the Gary roots of Valpo residents.

Barbara Walczak’s newsletter contained “A Poem about Alzheimer’s,” which began:

Do not ask me to remember

Don’t try to make me understand

Let me rest and know you’re with me

Kiss my cheek and hold my hand

Bridge players with mild Alzheimer’s often remain cogent at the card table. Bridge is great mental stimulation for retirees, even after the initial signs of what was once cruelly referred to as senility hits home.

Mel Allen

Samantha Gauer taped my hour-long interview with retired Hammond Teachers Federation president Patrick O’Rourke.  His father ran into New York Yankee announced Mel Allen while at a conference, leading to a lifelong friendship that provided Patrick with some of his most vivid memories, including a ping pong match with Mickey Mantle.  Allen loved Phil Smidt’s Restaurant in Hammond, and the two would meet there when the Yankees were in Chicago to play the White Sox. Elston Howard, the first Black Yankee, often slept at the O’Rourke home, unwelcome at the team’s hotel.  When New York faced Milwaukee in the 1957 World Series, 15-year-old Patrick got to watch the game from the Yankee press box.  In fact, O’Rourke claimed that “Ellie” Howard once saved his life after he fell off a pier and ended up under it until Howard reached down and fished him out.  

O’Rourke’s sister eloped at 16 with someone who was neither Irish nor Catholic.  When they returned from Iowa, the father and grandfather tried to have the marriage annulled, only to be told by the bishop that if it had been consummated (it was) to forget it.  The union lasted a lifetime and produced seven children.  O’Rourke still has a crooked knuckle from his seventh grade teacher at St. Joseph School in Hammond rapping him with a ruler. Once after he misbehaved, the nun made him recite the Gettysburg Address from memory.  Another nun refused to teach girls.  Forced to do so, she gave them huge amounts of homework and kept them inside during recess while the boys got off scot free.

I got a call from Michael Keating, who with Chris Smith has been photographing over 300 Indiana gyms over the past six years.  Many are featured in an Indiana Historical Society Bicentennial exhibit, and a book entitled “Hoosier Hardwood” is in the works.  Keating was familiar with my work and with the Calumet Region’s proud basketball tradition.  He knew that the remnants of Gary’s Memorial Auditorium, once the site of Sectional tournaments, was in danger of being demolished.  Asked my opinion of the best Region team ever, I mentioned the 1971 East Chicago Washington team with Pete Trgovich, Junior Bridgeman, and Tim Stoddard and the 2006 EC Central champions Trgovich coached starring E’Twaun Moore, Kawann Short, and Angel Garcia, then added two Gary Roosevelt teams that lost in the finals, the 1955 team with future NBA star Dick Barnett that lost to Indianapolis Crispus Attucks despite “Mr. Basketball” Wilson Eison outscoring Attucks star Oscar Robertson, 31-30, and the 1991 squad that lost in double overtime to Plymouth, with Scott Skiles scoring 39, including a miracle shot at the end of regulation. 

 Oscar Robertson

Keating has interviewed Emerson coach Earl Smith, whose Golden Tornado team my family followed closely.  In 1975 Emerson lost to Lafayette Jefferson in the Regional after a downstate ref called two egregious fouls on center Earner Calhoun Mays within the first few minutes. In 1977 we were in Hinkle Fieldhouse when Emerson won the Thanksgiving “Turkey Classic” with “twin towers” Wallace Bryant and Frank Smith (one of the teams was the Frankfort “Hot Dogs”).  I noted that in 1991, when Gary Roosevelt defeated Indianapolis Brebauf by 19 points in the state finals, it took a 40-point effort by Glenn “Big Dog” Robinson, including a game-winning, last-second jump shot, to win the Regional against East Chicago.  

The Jesuits who run Indianapolis Brebeuf defied the Archdiocese and refused to fire a lesbian teacher who married another woman, supposedly counter to church doctrine.  In retaliation the Archdiocese will no longer recognize Brebeuf as a Catholic school.  Shameful!  I’ve been following the story since niece Sophia Dietz, who attends Indianapolis Roncalli, told me about a popular guidance counselor fired from her school despite student protests.  I’m certain this would not have happened if Cardinal Joseph W. Tobin hadn’t been transferred to Newark.  Kirsten Bayer-Petras praised Brebauf’s stand and posted this statement by the school board:

  The decree follows a sincere and significant disagreement between the Archdiocese, on the one hand, and Brebeuf Jesuit and the USA Midwest Province of the Society of Jesus, on the other, regarding whether the Archdiocese or our school’s leaders should make final governance decisions related to internal administrative matters at Brebeuf Jesuit and, in particular, the employment status of our faculty and staff. Specifically, Brebeuf Jesuit has respectfully declined the Archdiocese’s insistence and directive that we dismiss a highly capable and qualified teacher due to the teacher being a spouse within a civilly-recognized same-sex marriage.

Agreeing with Kristen and the school board, Connie Mack-Ward wrote: “This is an outrage! It's perfectly ordinary for schools of orders within a diocese to run their school independently of diocesan interference. Jesuit schools are among the finest in the country--and that's because they're run by Jesuits!” 

first day of summer at Wells Street Beach, photo by Mary Ann Best

Summer begins and about time considering the cool, wet spring we've undergone.

Seussical

“Adults are obsolete children.” Dr. Seuss

James (in hat) and Becca (with flower); photos by Angela Lane

James and Becca shined in the Discovery Charter School production of “Seussical the Musical, Jr.” with James playing Horton the Elephant and Becca Horton’s nemesis, the Sour Kangeroo.  Based in large part on Dr. Seuss’s, “Horton Hears a Who!,” it traces the elephant’s attempts to help out tiny residents of Who-ville, located on a speck of dust. The original “Seussical” opened on Broadway in 2000, and a one-act version designed for middle schools debuted ten years ago.  There were around 80 cast members, and, amazingly, everything went without a hitch despite no dress rehearsal due to a three-day camping trip.  Alice Sasak’s granddaughter Anali was a “Jungle Citizen,” and county auditor Mike Brown was with the mother of Jaden and Tiffany Nolasco.  Jaden was one of the Wickershim brothers, Tiffany a fish.

In the “Meet the Cast” section of the “Seussical” program was this statement about fourth grader Linus Majcherczyk, who played Yertle the Turtle: “Although this is his first stage production, he is inspired by his favorite characters: James Bond, Sherlock Holmes, Iron Man, and Finn the Human.  He has been known to keep character for days on end.”  Finn is a character in the Cartoon Network series “Adventure Time,” the only human in the land of Ooo, the others having been wiped out in “The Great Mushroom War.”

above, Finn the Human; below, S.S. McClure

According to Doris Kearns Goodwin, during the early 1870s publisher S.S. McClure attended Valparaiso’s newly built high school.  In exchange for a basement room and board, McClure had to do numerous chores for Dr. Levi Cass.  He lacked a winter coat and ran to school, later commenting, “Speed was my overcoat.”  Born in Ireland, Sam lost his father when he was seven and his stepfather, a Hoosier farmer, when he was 16, forcing him to quit school for a year.  He eventually graduated from Knox College in Galesburg, Illinois, before moving to New York and establishing America’s first newspaper syndicate and then McClure’s Magazine.  McClure once said: “If I like a thing, then I know that millions will like it.  My mind and my taste are so common that I’m the best editor.” 

In 2005, on the occasion of S.S. McClure’s induction into the Indiana Journalism Hall of Fame, Ray Boomhower wrote: “To fund his education, McClure worked as a teacher at a country school, clerked in a grocery store, and served as a printer’s devil for the Valparaiso Vidette. At the newspaper, McClure learned how set type and prepare an edition for circulation. What he remembered best, however, was learning how to swear. ‘Profanity was the accepted etiquette about a country newspaper,’ he said. With a friend named Charley Griffith, McClure also raised funds for his education by buying old cows cheaply, butchering them, and selling the meat. The two boys also traveled to Anderson, Indiana, where they found jobs grading the track for the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad.”

IUN graduating senior Marla Gee has been accepted to Valparaiso Law School despite being in her late 50s, evidently not a handicap in the eyes of the admissions committee.  She’ll be a real people’s attorney.  I wrote a letter on her behalf and am invited to her graduation party.

Every book on the final day of the Anthropology dollar sale was free because Bob Mucci has vowed this would be the last big one.  I picked up Thomas Frank’s “What’s the Matter with Kansas? How Conservatives Won the Heart of America” (recommended by Mike Bayer when published ten years ago).  Frank examines why so many farmers and workers continue to vote against their own interests.  Referring to a city in Kansas, he writes: “Even as Republican economic policies laid waste to the city’s industries, unions, and neighborhoods, the townsfolk responded by lashing out on cultural issues, eventually winding up with a hard-right Republican Congressman, a born-again Christian who campaigned largely on an anti-abortion platform.  Today the city looks like a miniature Detroit.”

I also discovered “The Road to Indianapolis: Inside a Season of Indiana High School Basketball” by Mark and Mike Plaiss.  On the cover was Glenn “Big Dog” Robinson in a Gary Roosevelt uniform.  To my delight the book dealt with the 1990-1991 season when the ‘Velt won it all.  In Roosevelt’s Regional match-up against East Chicago Central at John A. Baratto Athletic Center the Panthers trailed most of the gamer; only a heroic performance by Robinson kept it close.  In double overtime Glenn hit a turnaround jumper with seconds left, his 40th and 41st points, to give Roosevelt an 81-80 victory.  Dave and I were right under the basket and had a clear view of Robinson jumping for joy and, uncharacteristically pumping a fist in the air. After the Panthers beat Andrean later that evening, Coach Ron Heflin said: “If Glenn isn’t the best player in the state of Indiana, there is no sun in the universe.”  Two weeks later Roosevelt beat Indianapolis Brebeuf by 19 for the state title, and Robinson was subsequently named Mr. Basketball.

According to Rolling Stone, many heroin addicts in Vermont first got hooked on prescription drugs such as Vicodin and OxyContin.  Devoting his entire State of the State address to the “full-blown” crisis, Governor Peter Shumlin categorized the epidemic as a public health problem.  Ironically, crackdowns on “pill mills” caused a spike in heroin usage.

Geologists have noted increased seismic activity in areas of Oklahoma where fracking (hydraulic fracturing) is taking place.  Small tremors have also occurred in the Youngstown, Ohio, area near the Marcellus Shale basin.  In the crime novel “Light of the World” by James Lee Burke the protagonist’s daughter is investigating the ruinous environmental consequences of fracking. It takes place near Lolo, Montana, where 77 year-old Burke lives.  His distrust of corporations echoes mine, and his women characters are tough as nails. 

A large Gardner Center crowd was on hand for the 1984 Talking Heads concert movie “Stop Making Sense,” directed by Jonathan Demme (most famous for “Silence of the Lambs”).  Collecting money at the door, Judy Ayers expressed the hope that hubby Gene, an introducer along with Dan Rybicky, wouldn’t make a fool of himself.  He didn’t but his enthusiasm about his favorite band was palpable.  After he announced that a surprise guest was in the house, out came George Rogge dressed like David Byrne and wearing a brown wig.  A Lew Wallace grad like fellow attendee Mike Chirich, George skillfully performed a routine with a lamp that Byrne would later do during “This Must Be the Place (Naïve Melody).”

Corey Hagelberg had seen “Stop Making Sense” many times and credited it for bringing he and Kate together.  When David Byrne ran around the stage during one number, Rogge did a couple laps around the Gardner Center.  What a showman.  The rowdy crowd, including Miller Bakery Café “Happy Hour” regulars, loved it. David Byrne enunciates lyrics very clearly although often the meaning escaped me or seemed not to make sense.  As Dr. Seuss once exclaimed, however, “I like nonsense; it wakes up the brain cells.”  People were dancing in the back; Kate convinced Corey to get up, and I noticed Karren Lee swaying to the beat.  Gene and Judy Ayers were getting ready to join in when suddenly the sound went out.  With about ten minutes to go someone had cranked the amp all the way up, and it started smoking.  It was quite an evening to remember.

Afterwards I introduced myself to Dan Rybicky, who teaches film at Columbia College in Chicago and in his introductory remarks said that he knew Miller Beach was a cool community when his realtor told him that he loved the Talking Heads.  Gene had called him erudite, and while he certainly was that, Dan said he was mainly a fan.  He lives next door to Anne Balay and is reading “Steel Closets” and noted that Anne credited me for suggesting that she interview LGBT steelworkers.  Like so many others, Rybicky couldn’t believe IUN was getting rid of her and attributed it to professional jealousy on the part of her superiors and timidity on the part of her supporters.  I filled him in on some of the details.  Anne is a 2014 Diversity Award Nominee.  There are three categories – champion, advocate, and friend.  I doubt that administrators will attend if committee has the guts to honor her.

Bill Payonk, who teaches at Thea Bowman Leadership Academy in Gary, mentioned that the same nonprofit corporation, AQS (American Quality Schools) that oversees Bowman also runs Discovery Charter School.  In fact, he knows principal Ernesto Martinez and once considered seeking a job there.  AQS also is connected with East Chicago Urban Enterprise Academy.

I couldn’t find a Carrol Vertrees column in Sunday’s Post-Trib.  Hope the nonagenarian is OK.  His daughter once was in a Talking Heads cover band.  Someone criticized Jeff Manes for just profiling liberals.  While he tends to seek out environmentalists and do-gooders, the criticism is unfair.  A recent interview was with Mike Starcevich, owner of Lik-Lurch Tackle Outlet in Hammond, one of the last Mon and Pop bait shops to be found in the Region. The former tenant of the tackle shop was Stern’s Hardware, forced out of business no doubt by the big chains such as Ace.

 Mike Starcevich with salmon spawn bait

Season seven of “Mad Men” debuted Sunday at the same time as a “Game of Thrones” episode some are calling the “Purple Wedding.”  Unlike last year’s “Red Wedding” that saw popular Robb and Lady Catelyn Stark murdered, the victim this time was despicable King Joffrey, poisoned, we are left to assume, after imbibing wine. Because HBO and AMC ran the shows twice, I caught them both, including in “Mad Men” this snatch of Nixon’s 1969 inaugural address: “We have found ourselves rich in goods but ragged in spirit, reaching with magnificent precision for the moon but falling into raucous discord on earth.”  Kudos to RN’s speechwriter – too bad “Tricky Dick” exploited the country’s divisions rather than tried to heal them. 

In “Mad Men” two months have passed since we last saw Don Draper literally lose it on the job.  Wife Megan has moved to L.A. to pursue her career as an actress.  When he visits her, he buys a huge console TV hat she seems to resent and falls asleep reading a Playboy magazine (is it hers, or did he buy it at the airport?).  We first see gray-haired Roger Sterling naked in a room with a bunch of hippies and then in a hilarious scene with his daughter, a spoiled brat, who says she forgives him for all his failings as a father.  He’ll have none of it and says he forgives her, too.

Vickie was working on he Spring 2015 schedule of classes when I stopped ny the History office.  Nicole Anslover is planning on offering a Women’s History course.  I asked her what she’s teaching in the summer: two online classes.  Ugh!  The campus will be even more deserted than last summer.