Can you spell R-A-C-E?

It seems like the battle of the rednecks and the Beaumont school district is heating up here in River City. With a Capital “C” that rhymes with “P” and that stands for “Pathetic.” Ah, that ol’ “Music Man.”

Down in the Old South part of Texas it seems that those who haven’t white-flighted the now minority majority city aren’t giving up to the mostly black Beaumont school board with its pricey administrator Dr. Carrol Thomas, also black. And by pricey, I mean the highest paid school superintendent in Texas.

Hardly ever does a school mouthpiece become a lightning rod in such fights but here in Beaumont  it seems nothing is ever the norm. School spokeswoman Jessie Haynes, take a guess, yepper, she’s black too, has raised the hackles of a couple of board members with a book she wrote which was handed out to seniors last week. The book, “The 10 Stupid Things College Kids Do,” shows how students can wreck their college careers by focusing on the wrong things. Among those wrong paths are “booty calls,” alcohol and drugs, and devil worship. One school board member said a portion of the book focusing on violence against women was inappropriate. Given that some of these are issues that college students actually face it makes one wonder if the board member was, in fact, saying that violence against women was appropriate. Surely not. And are the dissenting board members FOR devil worship? It is enough to make an atheist want to say: “Go God, beat the Devil!”

The newest rumble in the tumble at good old BISD took place when Thomas came to school and found letters that had spelled out “Recognized” for the district’s educational attainment status were possibly rearranged to spell the “N” word.” Someone had begun spelling a word and left the letters spelled “N-I-G-E.” Haynes said in a press conference that this was definitely a racial slur. I suppose someone could have been spelling out the name “Nigel,” although it’s doubtful. BISD Police Chief Clydell Duncan — who wears three stars on his uniform collar leading one to wonder if a school police chief should wear three stars — said the act bordered on a hate crime.

When you look closely at what all is taking place and has taken place in and surrounding the Beaumont school district it’s kind of hard to feel sorry for anyone, except for the kids. Haynes may have meant well in addressing problems students may face in college. If she did so without board approval, which I don’t know if she did or didn’t, it wouldn’t be a very smooth move.

It is hard to say that an unfinished act of criminal mischief rises to the occasion of making a federal case over the sign rearranging. Yes, it probably was meant to spell out a hateful word, but if the people did intend to spell the “N-word” the perpetrators’ stupidity would have been there for all to see when they finished. That particular word has two “Gs” and not one.

Being fair to opponents of the current Beaumont school leadership, some might call it “regime,” some of their moves have been extremely heavy-handed. The recent case over demolishing the beloved old South Park school building to construct a new school can be viewed as an “in-your-face” gesture by Thomas and the board. Ditto for naming the new athletic complex for Thomas with virtually no public input.

Distasteful as all this racial ignorance is, at times dual-sided, it is life in the big city. Dr. Thomas and his side need to realize that if they want to play with the big dogs. As for the reprobates who can’t see  pass race to try to be part of the solution, we’ll just have to see how much they reap by sowing stupidity.

Flying back with our guys in desert camo

My flight from Dallas to Houston last night was one the best I have had in awhile.

For one thing, the flight was only 39 minutes rather than the scheduled hour. I had a window seat in the far rear of the Super MD-80. However, it was right next to the starboard jet engine. It was a packed flight but my seat mates, both in their late 20s and early 30s, were fun and full of piss and vinegar (and probably a Jack Daniels or two as well).

Also on the flight were probably 10 or so soldiers who were returning home from somewhere. The flight attendant announced it but I could only hear they were  returning from somewhere. Dee sitting next to me (I’ll call her that because I can’t remember her name) began clapping after the announcement about the soldiers. I followed her lead and pretty soon we had, at least the back section, giving it up for our young warriors.

From what I could see the flight attendants gave the soldiers some beers instead of charging them $7 each. I don’t think they asked them their age either. Bully for the flight attendants.

The soldiers, of course, all seemed happy to be going home. I think our applauding them and recognizing their service helped buoy them even more.  That’s the way it should be.

I remember when I returned home from boot camp more than 35 years ago. I caught an old Texas International turbo-prop from Houston to Beaumont after flying in on a jet from Chicago and nearby Great Lakes Naval Training Center.

It was 10 p.m. but my Mom and Dad were there at the then-Jefferson County Airport to greet me. I was happy to drive the pickup home some 60 miles away and my folks were happy to let me. I was scared of flying back then. But I do remember on the jet to Houston there was a man sitting next to me who tried to talk me through my discomfort and then bought me a drink.

People like that guy was what drives me to be as kind as I can to young military folks. These young people have a lot on their minds — especially these days — so I walk, maybe not a mile but a little ways figuratively speaking, in my boondockers to help remind myself I was once somewhat like them.

As for the flight, sometimes it doesn’t hurt to have a good time.

All is secure as I leave the Texas-Mexico border. Or not.

Here I am sitting in the El Paso airport about 40 minutes before boarding time as I slowly make my way back home via the Dallas and Houston airports.

Friday with a canceled flight was pretty crappy with exceptions but all in all it was pretty crappy. But Saturday through today with my friend Rene and his wife Martha was definitely a great time. Rene, his wife and daughter who all live at home share their place with five dogs and five cats. The dogs were a trip. One male dog seemed bound and determined to stare down the white-wing doves that have taken over the neighborhood. Of course, when one barks, they all bark. That seems to work for my friends as one means of home security. They keep one of their little dogs in the front part of their house when everyone is gone and the remaining are in the back. I guess you would call that layered security. They also have a humongous Lab who I guess could be the next layer.

A roadside view of the El Paso area on Sunday.

My friend showed me the border fence today before taking me to the airport. It’s hideous for more reasons than one.

For one the fence hides the barrios across the river in Ciudad Juarez. The little homes and shacks aren’t attractive to look at but it is a site that every American needs to see. The site across the river is what the immigration issue as it applies to Mexico is all about. Poverty and slums can be seen from this side even through the hideous fence but the view isn’t as clear.

Also, I think the fence is a big, ugly knee-jerk reaction to a problem so complicated that it can’t be solved by erecting huge fences. What are we going to do, fence up the coasts once we get all of our border fenced? Because illegal immigrants will surely be entering the U.S. by boat, raft, anyway possible. They might also be even more desperate than they are now, which could lead to more violence.

It is getting close to boarding so adios from the Texas-Mexican border where it seems — after going through airport security — “secure” is the watch word.

Live blogging from above Texas

UPDATE: 2:39 p.m. Still heading to El Paso. FlightAware, a flight tracking site, currently shows our flight to be over the edge of New Mexico flying 390 knots at 34,000 feet. It’s great to know where you are when you’re flying. That’s why I like the fact that AAL has allowed some kind of Internet. Sounds like the plane is slowing down, so the Internet soon will be gone. It stops 14 minutes before landing. So adios!

American Airlines has in-flight WiFi. It’s about ten bucks for one flight. I thought I’d try it once to say I blogged from the air. So, here we are EFD airborne and tying in turbulence already.

Good bad and barely traveling

Flying from Houston to El Paso by way of Dallas doesn’t seem the ideal route anyway. It’s like the intro to the live version of Waylon Jennings’ “Bob Wills is still the King” when Waylon said he “wrote  this song on plane between Dallas and Austin, going to El Paso.” Well weather sometimes tends to get in the way of flying the way it did yesterday.

So I spent the night in Humble, just north of the Bush Intercontinental Airport in Houston. The hotel is called “Econo Lodge” but I like to refer to it by its more proper name “Motel Hell.”

My flight was canceled so I got one of these voucher things from the airline. They were supposed to give me a choice of place but they didn’t. I should have known I was in for an adventure (a bad one at that) when I saw the driver of the van that came to get us at the airport, came around the desk and opened up the motel office. It was kind of like one of those scenes from “Green Acres” where Sam Drucker was the postmaster, justice of the peace, owned the general store, etc. Except in this case Sam was  from Pakindia or Indiastan.

Sam got me a key to a room, which I took, then after finding the room,  put the card in the slot. The door opened only partly as the bar at the top where a chain used to be stopped it from opening all the way. As the door partially opened, I heard a woman began to scream. It was occupied.

Things just went downhill from there. It seemed like either nothing worked or it was broken or it wasn’t available at the Econo Lodge.

The only bright spot of my night was getting stuck in a rain and lightning storm about a quarter mile from my motel room and a lady in the store had her employee take me back to the hotel. After getting out, I tried to pay the man, but he wouldn’t take my money.

Among the bad, is the good. Still an hour and half before my plane leaves for EP. I am past ready to be there.