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Mountain Views News Saturday, September 14, 2013
STUART Tolchin..........On LIFE
OUT TO PASTOR
A Weekly Religion Column by Rev. James Snyder
TENNIS, ANYONE?
Somewhere in this house is a picture of my son and me with our tennis racquets,
clinging to the huge statue of Arthur Ashe holding his racquet. I wish I could find
the picture and will probably pester my wife to look for it when she wakes up.
Tennis is on my mind right now for a bunch of reasons. The United States open
just concluded yesterday and, as usual, I spent many, too many, hours glued to the
television totally absorbed by the matches. Additionally, I just finished reading
this memoir by an Indian physician, Abraham Verghese, entitled the Tennis
Partner which seems to be intended only for me.
Of course I can’t find the picture I’m looking for but at least I can sort of picture it in my mind. The
picture was taken by my wife in Richmond Virginia, capitol of the old Confederacy. Before that, it was
the place where the Virginia House of Burgesses met and where Thomas Jefferson, James Madison,
James Monroe and that other Virginian future-President, George Washington, along with old “Give
me liberty or give me death” Patrick Henry first started getting their political act together.
Richmond is steeped in history and along its main street are statues of iconic Virginians including
Confederate Generals holding weapons. These are all dead White Men, of course. But who do you
think is at the very end of the line behind Confederate General Stonewall Jackson? Yep, you guessed
it; Arthur Ashe, an African-American in tennis shorts holding his racquet. In my unfindable picture,
my son and I stand on the pedestal with Arthur holding our racquets in just the same position.
What does it mean that the statue of a Black Man, a modern Black Man stands in this honored
position right in the heart of the old Confederacy? For that matter, what significance does it have
even to me that Stuart and Aaron Tolchin are right up there on the pedestal with Arthur?
First of all, Arthur Ashe was an American tennis player. He was the first and only Black Man to
become a Wimbledon and United States Open Champion. He was a UCLA student about the same
time I was and used to play ping-pong at one of the residence halls where I lived one summer. Arthur,
as most everyone who is interested already knows, died of AIDS which developed in connection with
blood transfusions he received. As a scholar he completed a three-volume study of Black Athletes. He
is a seminal figure in the American march for Civil Rights and the recently concluded United States
Open played in New York is played in Arthur Ashe’s Stadium which is, I think, the largest tennis
stadium in the world.
What about Stuart and Aaron Tolchin? What are we doing up there? Tennis has always been my
sport. I think it all goes back to my lonely childhood wherein the only “toy” (I think of myself as
never having had toys) was a ten cent paddle with an elastic string and little red ball stapled to it.
Hour after hour I solitarily hit that ball setting personal records into the thousands. I think the skill I
developed spilled over into skills in other racquet sports and almost all of my male friends are guys I
used to defeat at tennis and ping pong. I can picture myself with now deceased friends, good athletes
probably better than me, out on the Courts with headbands and the old wooden racquets that are
miniscule by today’s standards. I could beat them all and still can in my dreams.
When it came time for my single parenting days, I got the idea that tennis was a sport that my
two kids could enjoy with me. Many hours I spent playing with them and watching them compete
against each other. Probably many parents experience that tension of watching their kids play and
living and dying with each point. My daughter, the future prominent Immigration Attorney, hit
every ball hard with little concern or interest in the position of the other player. My son, a mentally
challenged person, surprisingly played a strategic game, aware of the opponent’s position and crafty
and generally more successful. Who knows why life works that way?
I thought the three of us would be able to play tennis forever. But now my daughter has injured
her foot while running in South America somewhere and my son has lost most of his eyesight and
tennis is just too frustrating. My resulting sadness at the loss of tennis is akin to my sadness at the
loss of my experience of today’s America. In my head, Arthur Ashe directly leads to Barack Obama
who, I thought, would lead into the realization of a kind of America of which I could be proud.. Well,
without question, I am proud of my children, both of them, and I would like to be just as proud of
America. I would like us all to be up on some future pedestal with our President. Right now things
are tough, but they do some a little better than yesterday and certainly better than in the days of
Stonewall Jackson. Let’s see what tomorrow brings.
50 SHADES OF GREY SUITS
I guess I am one of those
old-fashioned guys still
wearing a suit. I have been
wearing a suit and tie for
as long as I can remember,
which really isn't saying a great deal. Not much
I can remember these days, which is one of the
advantages of growing older.
When the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage
grills me about some incident that did or did not
happen, I can always rely on the good old faithful,
"I just can't remember!"
"Well," she stammers as she stares at me, "but
don't let it happen again."
My problem is I cannot remember what I am
supposed to remember so how can I remember
not to let it happen again? (Sigh.)
So, my memory is not quite up to par in many
areas. One area has to do with my suits.
There is only one thing I do not like about my
suits. I feel most comfortable in the suit and so I
have several suits that I wear on a rotating basis.
Naturally, they all look alike so nobody knows I
am rotating my suits.
The secret to rotating suits is to have an assortment
of ties, but make sure those ties do not look
alike. I have enough ties that I do not have to
wear one for up to three months.
I have a bright pink tie I wear twice a year and
every time I wear it, several people ask me if I
got a new necktie. I always smile and nod in the
affirmative. Why spoil a good moment?
The negative side of wearing suits is occasionally
you have to replace them.
There are all sorts of reasons why a suit needs to
be replaced. One is that you grow out of it or it
grows out of you. Either way the suit has to be
replaced.
Another reason is that something happened to
the suit and there is some tear necessitating the
whole suit being replaced. The key here is not to
let my wife know that there is a small tear in my
suit. The moment she discovers the slightest tear
in one of my suits she begins her plan of having
that suit replaced.
For me, a tear is simply a tear. If it is in the rear of
my suit jacket, I do not see it so it is no concern
to me. If other people are inconvenienced by a
small tear in the back of my suit coat, let them
replace the suit. I can deal with all kinds of tear
oddities about my suit.
Not so in the case of my wife. Even a slightly
worn spot on my suit coat, begins her thinking of
replacing it. Believe me; I try to hide it as much
as possible to keep it from the ever-piercing eyes
of my wife who sees through everything, even
things that are not there.
Just recently, despite my attempts to conceal the
issue, my wife spotted a small tear on my suit
coat. It happened to be my favorite suit coat. I
can recall exactly when and how the split occurred.
I kept that information away from my
wife as long as I possibly could; now I had to pay
the piper.
Early Monday morning we were off to the men's
store to purchase another suit. The whole way
there, I was thinking of all the other things I
could be doing at this time. Being the gracious
and humble husband I am, I yielded to the
prompting of my wife and we were off to the
men's store.
As soon as we walked in, we were greeted by a
young man to which my wife said, "We're here
to buy a suit."
I figured I better step in before the conversation
got out of control. "We're looking for a grey suit."
"I understand," said the young man as he
thoughtfully pulled at his chin looking down the
long row of suits. "And what color grey are you
looking for?"
"Say what," I said.
"What color grey are you looking for?" He
repeated.
As far as I was concerned, grey was grey and that
was the color I was looking for. Nonetheless, I
was in for a surprise.
"We have a variety of grey suits. There is a charcoal
grey. Light grey. Dark grey." He went on and
on about the variety of grey colors in his shop. If
I heard correctly, according to him, there were at
least 50 shades of grey.
Believe me, there was not anything romantic
about that!
All I wanted was a grey suit. To me, grey is grey is
grey. I do not want my suit to be a fashion statement.
In fact, I want my suit to be silent and say
nothing at all.
We walked out of the men's store with a new suit
and my wife had a wonderful smile on her face.
I on the other hand, had a sick feeling in the pit
of my stomach realizing just how much this grey
suit cost me.
I have a new appreciation for what the apostle
Paul said. "That he would grant you, according
to the riches of his glory, to be strengthened with
might by his Spirit in the inner man" (Ephesians
3:16 KJV).
It is not the outside that really matters, but the
inside of a man.
LEFT TURN/RIGHT TURN
Syria And “Peace In Our Time”
HOWARD Hays As I See It
GREG Welborn
Rarely do historical periods
align so tightly that direct
comparisons can be made, but
President Obama’s speech this
last Tuesday night was so eerily
similar in its situational context
and effect to Prime Minister
Chamberlain’s famous speech
that we all should hope and pray
that the similarities end here and
now.
For those too young to
remember the reference to
Britain’s Chamberlain, the prime
minister went to Germany to
“negotiate” with Hitler. The
Fuhrer had been testing western
resolve for years. Numerous
times Hitler had violated the
treaty ending the first world war,
and equally numerous times the
west warned him to stop or they
would make him stop. Many
red lines were drawn, none were
enforced. When Prime Minister
Chamberlain returned to Britain,
he declared his negotiations
with Hitler a huge success and
that he had achieved “peace in
our time”. Hitler had a different
take. He saw Chamberlain, and
the west, as indecisive and weak
and started WWII by invading
Poland.
We can change the dates, the
geography and the names of the
players, but, like Chamberlain
before him, President Obama’s
speech cements months of
indecisiveness and weakness that
undoubtedly will embolden our
enemies and may well start the
war he has long sought to avoid.
The President’s speech on
Tuesday was supposed to be the
grand eloquent, impassioned
and articulate explanation to
the American people, and the
world beyond, why the U.S.
needed to strike Syria militarily.
Were it such, the speech might
have reversed the long slide in
the President’s, and the U.S.’s,
credibility. Instead, the speech
removed whatever doubt we,
our allies and our enemies had
about our resolve and willingness
to defend supposedly bedrock
principles. Short answer: we
have no resolve.
The speech was more than
anything else a collection of
contradictions that amounted
to nothing but a political fig
leaf to spare a president from a
political defeat he engineered.
President Obama told us that the
American military doesn’t deliver
“pinpricks” less than 48 hours
after the Secretary of State told
the world that our contemplated
military action was “unbelievably
small”. He told us that weapons of
mass destruction (WMDs) in the
hands of terrorists would force
us to act, but then he rejected
taking that action based on vague
promises. He called the Russian
offer to remove Assad’s WMD
as a significant breakthrough
without addressing the obvious
problem that Russia has all along
been supporting Assad’s lie that
he never had WMDs in the first
place or that he used them against
his people. He called for vigorous
verification of the removal of
WMDs despite almost universal
acknowledgement that inspectors
will never be able to verify such
removal in the middle of an on-
going war.
More importantly, even
if we somehow believe that
international inspectors will
be able to identify and reclaim
100% of the WMDs, Assad will
still emerge from this episode
without having paid any real
price for using them. One news
commentator rather wittily
compared it to telling a murderer
that his only punishment was
to have his gun taken from
him and stored next door at his
best friend’s house. This isn’t
punishment; this won’t deter
this dictator or any of the others
who are watching this president’s
actions. This is appeasement, just
as it was when Prime Minister
Chamberlain failed to confront
Hitler.
The political fig leaf may well
stick for awhile. All reports out
of Washington D.C. indicated
that President Obama was going
to lose his vote to authorize
military action. The political
fallout from that would have
critically wounded this president.
But here again, he didn’t lose
that vote because the Republican
opposition failed to rally around
the flag. He was losing it because
he so bungled the job that even
significant numbers of his own
party were set to vote against it.
The President may have avoided
a political defeat on his home
turf, but he’s suffered a terrible
defeat on the world stage. Allies
and enemies, alike, will take note
and act accordingly – the former
thinking twice before sticking
their necks out to support us,
and the latter thinking nigh at
all before challenging us. One
British commentator referenced
Tuesday as “the worst day for U.S.
and wider western diplomacy
since records began”. While
there is some gallows humor in
that statement, the fact remains
an inconsistent and weak
American president has been out
maneuvered by thugs and rogues.
The Iranians will take it as a
sign they can proceed with their
bomb, and the Israelis will take it
as a sign they need to stop Iran on
their own. The world just became
a much more dangerous place,
with the prospects of a major war
increasing substantially, even as
we celebrate peace in our time.
“We did not act quickly enough
after the killing began . . . We cannot
change the past . . . We owe to
those who died and to those who
survived who loved them, our every
effort to increase our vigilance and
strengthen our stand against those
who would commit such atrocities
in the future here or elsewhere.”
- President Bill Clinton in Kigali,
Rwanda – February, 2009
For ten years into the post-Nixon era our nation
suffered (or benefited) from the “Vietnam
syndrome”; we were coming to grips with 60,000
American (and hundreds of thousands of Vietnamese)
casualties over the previous decade, as
the Communists took control in Vietnam and Pol
Pot inflicted his killing fields on Cambodia.
We needed a “victory”. It came with our invasion
and conquest of the Caribbean island of Grenada
(about nine-times the population of Sierra
Madre) in 1983. The morale-boosting invasion
came only a couple days after the loss of 241 servicemen
in the bombing of our Marine barracks
in Beirut.
The invasion was condemned by our allies; the
U.N. General Assembly called it “a flagrant violation
of international law”. One memorable post-
war story was the revelation that over 8,600 medals
were awarded related to a conflict in which no
more than 7,000 soldiers were on the ground.
Six years later saw our overthrow of Panamanian
dictator Manuel Noriega, who’d been working
with the CIA for thirty years. He’d also been
scoring additional juice from the Medellin Cartel,
among others.
Correspondents were frustrated by the near-total
blackout of the operation; no visuals, no on-the-
ground reporting. We still don’t know the cost
– estimates of civilian casualties range from a few
hundred Panamanians to several thousand.
By this time “Vietnam syndrome” had been alleviated,
and the following year cameras turned
on again for Operation Desert Storm. Our air-to-
ground missiles appeared like images on an Atari
arcade screen. If civilians got in the way, we were
told they were there as “human shields”.
We lost 114 troops in that conflict killed by
the “enemy”. We lost 180 from “accidents” and
“friendly fire”.
Twenty years later, we’re dealing with the “Iraq
syndrome”. (Not much mention of Afghanistan
– as of last month 2,155 Americans killed,
over 19,000 wounded – and counting.) There’s
also “Deranged tea-bagger syndrome” – where
the position on any initiative from the Obama
Administration, foreign or domestic, echoes the
song Groucho sang in DUCK SOUP; “Whatever
It Is, I’m Against It”.
Sen. Ted Cruz (R-TX) and Rep. Joe Wilson (R-
SC) dismiss the president’s actions on Syria as a
ploy to divert attention from Benghazi. While
most fear a wider conflict, Sens. John McCain
(R-AZ), Lindsey Graham (R-SC) and Minority
Leader Mitch McConnell (R-KY) oppose the
president’s plan because he’s not committed to
“regime change” and becoming an active participant
in Syria’s civil war. Rep. Michelle Bachman
(R-MN) travels to Egypt to congratulate the
military on overthrowing the elected government
of Mohamed Morsi - because it was his Muslim
Brotherhood that attacked us on 9/11.
In dealing with these syndromes, President
Obama has a couple things going for him. The
first is that those who practice Theodore Roosevelt’s
dictum of “Speak softly and carry a big
stick” have a record of credibility and success on
the world stage.
President Kennedy insisted that scientific advances,
whether in atomic energy or space exploration,
be used for peaceful purposes. A
crowning achievement was the Nuclear Test
Ban Treaty of 1963. He made known to Soviet
Premier Khrushchev, however, what the consequences
would be if his missiles were not removed
from Cuba. They were.
President Carter is proud that we engaged in no
hostile military action during his presidency,
and of bringing peace between Israel and Egypt.
When our personnel in Tehran were captured
in 1979, the mullahs decreed they’d be tried as
spies and punished accordingly. Carter made
clear through channels that if any of the hostages
were put on trial, an economic blockade would be
placed around Iran. If any were harmed or killed,
we’d launch a military attack. No hostages were
put on trial; all returned safe and unharmed.
When those 241 servicemen were killed in Beirut,
President Reagan’s response was to pull our
troops out of Lebanon – and invade Grenada.
When Osama bin Laden justified the attacks of
9/11 by complaining of the presence of American
troops at Muslim holy sites in Saudi Arabia, President
Bush’s response was to assure safe passage
of the bin Laden family out of the country, close
our Prince Sultan air base in Saudi Arabia – and
invade Iraq.
In his speech last Tuesday, President Obama
made clear that while diplomatic means would
be pursued to remove Assad’s chemical weapons
capabilities, our forces would remain in place,
prepared to exercise a military option at our
discretion.
The other thing President Obama has going for
him is his ability to play the game in Washington
and in diplomatic circles as a chess grandmaster.
A few days ago, Assad and his benefactors were
denying he even had chemical weapons. Now,
Assad, along with Russia and Iran, are expressing
commitment to allow U.N. personnel to secure
and destroy those weapons. The world community
has come on board in support, and members
of congress would be hard-pressed to explain to
constituents why they’d find this unacceptable.
While opponents have been flailing in search
of a coherent argument, the president has been
getting the pieces in place for an outcome where
the credible threat, not actual use, of force would
remove chemical weapons from one tyrant, and
send a clear message to others who might consider
their use.
A lot of noise has come out of Washington about
acting in accordance with views expressed by
constituents. That’s not leadership; it’s a cop-out
from those who clearly have access to more information
than we do. The only one who’s shown
leadership so far is President Obama – and he’s
the only one making any sense.
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