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Burned

Burned

Adult nonfiction
It was the script for every parent's worst nightmare come to
life. Jo Ann Parks was wakened in the middle of the night by the
screams of her three little children. When smoke and heat didn't let
her get to them, she ran to a neighbor's home seeking help. Although
she was assured that her children would be ok, she was later to learn
that all three perished.
Fate had more ugly in store for Parks. In the aftermath of the
blaze fire inspectors saw what they considered irrefutable signs of
arson. Her husband had been away working a night shift. So she was
the suspect, portrayed as a monster, convicted of murder, and
sentenced to life without possibility of parole.
I have three grown children. When they were little my husband,
who worked irregular hours, and I raised them in a trailor with
kitchen and living room between the master and other bedrooms.
Greystone residents were deemed trailor park trash, maybe easy to deem
capable of a crime more "decent" people wouldn't contemplate. I read
the first part of Edward Humes' Burned with my heart in my throat.
When Parks had been in prison for decades her case was taken up
by attorney Raquel Cohen of the California Innocence Project. The
Project is part of a network of organizations dedicated to freeing
people who were wrongly convicted of crimes. Twice before reviews had
gone nowhere, but Cohen believed she had what it would take to
challenge and overturn the conviction. The narrative Humes spins out
is truly spellbinding.
This finely crafted book, however, is not just a read and set
aside. Although knowledge of how fires start and spread is changing
quickly, there is hefty resistance to doing away with the old ways of
arson judgement. Not only could "experts" be undermined, but hordes
of the wrongly convicted could have to be set loose. Actually a lot
of the methods relied on by district attorneys and featured in popular
crime shows, including fingerprinting, are based more on tradition
than scientific inquiry with peer review and established error rates.
That should disturb us all.
On a personal note, Burned has spurred me to undertake a project I'm
pretty sure Humes would like all readers to do. In chapter two he
describes how little time it takes for a small blaze to explode into a
tragedy. I'm going through my house room by room looking for
potential fire hazards. How about you? Do you have fire detectors
with working batteries? Do you regularly clean out dryer lint? Are
there too many appliances plugged in at any one place? Do you leave
the kitchen while frying?
The conflagration you prevent, won't take your home, your
belongings, or your life.
Great big shout outs go out to Humes for this fine volume and the
firefighters like my son who never know what a call will confront them
with.
jules hathaway





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Amina

Amina

YA fiction
"Still, sometimes she was jealous of her cousins' easy lives in
Norway or Canada. They would never again face a truck load of men
with guns. They no longer ran from danger--down alleys, through back
ways, across chunks of asphalt where the street had buckled from an
explosion. The sun beating down, sweat running in rivers down her
arms and legs underneath her long, black dress. The worst they could
complain about, living in those cold northern countries, was frost
bite. Whatever that was."
Existence in Mogadishu, Somalia has become hard and precarious.
Amina, protagonist of J. L. Powers' Amina, has never known a life free
from war. The second story of her house was destroyed by a grenade.
She's seen a classmate blown up by a land mine.
Many people, including the cousins alluded to above, have fled
to safer countries. Amina's professional parents have been given
opportunities to leave. Knowing the risk they were taking, they have
chosen to stay to help make their country a better place. In the
words of her mother, "If everybody who has an education or a good
heart leaves, what will be left?"
But things are about to get a lot worse for Amina's family. Her
father, an artist who makes political statements through his work, is
taken from his own home by soldiers with guns, sold out by a supposed
friend. Her brother, Roble, is kidnapped to fight in an army of
religious extremists. How can a young girl, her hugely pregnant
mother, and frail grandmother survive?
Read the book and see.
On a personal note, I had the day off from work. Eugene and I went to
a family winter birthdays party Amber and Brian threw. Katie, Jacob,
Adam, and Asia were there. All my kids and their significant
others!!! We had a lovely dinner topped off by strawberry shortcake
birthday cake. We talked for hours. That totally made my month.
A great big shout out goes out to Amber and Brian for throwing the
party, the whole family for coming together, and Joey cat for being so
happy to see me when I got home.
jules hathaway


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Fly Girls

Fly Girls

Juvenile herstory
"Before long, though, the women were ordered to stop their
tour. The head of the Air Staff in Washington, DC, thought that they
were 'putting the big football players to shame.' That was the end of
Dora and Didi's flying career in the B-29. Only about a hundred
pilots anywhere on Earth knew how to handle the Superfortress safely.
Now the two who'd been assigned to convince other pilots to train on
the plane were grounded as soon as the job was done. They were
grounded because they were women, and their ability as pilots might
embarass someone."
1975 was the year women were admitted to United States military
acadamies. The Air Force Academy was one of them. When they
announced that for the first time ever women would be flying military
planes, one group of people became irate. No, these weren't the folks
who felt that women shouldn't be put in danger. These were the women
who had flown those planes decades earlier in World War II. P.
O'Connell Pearson's Fly Girls brings their fascinating story to our
younger readers.
When America entered World War II, the nation was not exactly a
military super power. Among other things, a lot of military planes
had to be manufactured and delivered to where they were needed. Women
began doing this delivery, freeing up male pilots to fight overseas.
They also had other more dangerous tasks including test flying hastily
mended planes and towing target banners for live ammunition practice.
Some died in the line of duty.
Even as they lived as roughly and precariously as male military
members, they had to face challenges the guys never had to consider:
much too large flight suits, news coverage that focussed on looks
rather than abilities and hard work, and the "pressure to behave at
all times in a proper and ladylike way."
This is a fascinating (and too often unknown) chapter in
herstory. Fly Girls is a must read for its target demographics and
well beyond.
On a personal note, I adore flying, especially low altitude. My
favorite ever flights were a round trip from my undergrad college in
Massachusetts to my family's home in North Carolina in a friend's
family's 6 seater. It was like flying over a Polly Pocket queendom of
tiny houses, swimming pools, ant size cars... On the way back we flew
over New York at night. Enchanting! Sadly I can't fly because of
eyesight. But my son can and inherited my passion. The summer after
he graduated eigth grade he started flying lessons. His first lesson
I got to ride in the back seat and look down at the earth and know
that my son was in the cockpit. That was an experience I treasure.
A great big shout out goes out to all our fly girls, boys, and two
spirits.
jules hathaway


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One Person, No Vote

One Person, No Vote

Adult nonfiction
"Virginia representative Carter Glass, like so many others,
swooned at the thought of bringing the Mississippi plan to his own
state, especially after he saw how well it had worked. He rushed to
champion a bill in the legislature that would 'eliminate the darkey as
a political factor...in less than five years.' Glass, whom President
Franklin Roosevelt would one day describe as an 'unreconstructed
rebel,' planned not to 'deprive a single white man of the ballot, but
[to] inevitably cut from the existing electorate four-fifths of the
Negro voters' in Virginia." (Anderson, 2018, p. 3).
You surely must have heard the saying that those who don't learn
from history are doomed to repeat it. Although it contains much more
than a grain of truth, it seems to carry a dangerous assumption: that
awareness of the evils of the past will cause people to want to
prevent them in the present and future. It doesn't take into account
the multitudes who want nothing more than to perpetrate these evils
from what they consider the good old days. Nowhere is this more
evident than in Carol Anderson's One Person, No Vote: How Voter
Suppression Is Destroying Our Democracy.
The suppression of the black vote goes back to the period after
the South lost the Civil War. A lot of powerful whites were irate at
the thought of blacks, whom they considered ignorant, childlike,
genetically inferior, and often not quite human, voting and (heaven
forbid!) becoming elected to office and given authority over their
"superiors." That was back in the days leading up to and during the
time when the very popular film, Birth Of A Nation, portrayed the KKK
as the knightly defenders of frail Southern womanhood against the
vicious, primitive Negro. Mr. Glass was doing his bill championing in
1890.
The Klan did their bit, with their hooded night rides, cross
burnings, violence, and threats of violence, to keep blacks from
registering to vote. Laws and their enforcers also did their part to
ensure that the voting population was "confined to those, and those
alone, who were qualified by intelligence and character for the proper
and patriotic exercise of this great franchise (Anderson, 2018, p. 4).
There was a literacy test that was administered to blacks, but not
whites. Not only was the education of black children grossly
underfunded, but my grad school classmates and I would fail those
tests. Do you know how many bubbles there are in a bar of soap? Then
there was the poll tax at a time when many black families were
impoverished sharecroppers. Primaries were whites only affairs.
Fast forward to today. A lot of people were outraged by having
a black president and determined not to have that happen again. Since
a goal of keeping blacks from voting has become less socially
acceptable, the spectre of voter fraud is pushed. Deceased people
rising from the grave on election day, votes being cast in the names
of dogs and cats, and other largely nonexistent shenanigans are seen
as justification for draconian laws which disproportionately effect
minorities. A requirement of a restricted range of picture IDs leaves
those unable to get them unable to vote. In a voter roll purge,
justified by the avowed intent of keeping rolls up to date, thousands
can be disenfranchised at once. The convoluted shapes of
gerrymandered districts give white votes more weight than black
votes. And cutting the number of motor vehicle registries and places
open for early voting in majority black areas can make it impossible
for people to get to the right place at the right time.
Anderson spells out this whole sordid history and its
implications for the future of our republic. If you suspect that all
is not right about the way America allocates the most fundamental
Constitutional right but not sure what exactly is going on, you'll
find One Person, No Vote to be a must read.
Beware not only those amnesiac about history, but those working
nonstop to turn back the hands of time.
On a personal note, I had a good week. It's much warmer than last
week: temps up in the 30s and 40s have some people breaking out the
shorts. I'm really looking forward to tomorrow. I got off work. My
older daughter and her fiancée are throwing a birthday party for
Eugene and Adam. I'll get to see all three of my kids for the first
time since Christmas!
A great big shout out goes out to my amazing family including, of
course, good Joey Cat.
jules hathaway



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The Black And The Blue

The Black And The Blue

Adult nonfiction
"Policing is a messy business, and policing will always be a
messy business because we are dealing with complicated issues. We
will have tragedies and when we do, we need to stand up and tell the
truth. We need to be transparent. We need to apologize when
necessary. We need to have systems in place to address these
complicated issues and these developments because we're cops, we're
human beings..."
Matthew Horace, author of The Black And The Blue, is a black
veteran law enforcement professional. In his early days on the force,
28 years ago, he was on board with the war on drugs. There was a
widespread belief then that drug abuse was rampant in black
communities. The idea was that everything possible should be done to
remove this scourge, collateral damage being acceptable in this
context. Horace describes himself as "big and badass" back then, an
avenging angel relentlessly punishing dealers. He had seen the harm
drugs had done to loved ones and neighborhoods.
Decades later he has come to see the true complexity of that
issue and others. In a book that combines research, personal
narrative, and peer interviews, he shares with readers insights on
important topics such as:
*the contrast between the get tough, punitive approach to drugs when
they were perceived to be a black problem and the current softer
treatment approach to the opiate addiction wave that ensnares
primarily whites;
*the entrenched racist culture in too many police departments that
allows officers who should never be hired to come on board and fails
to punish or even indict them when they do bad stuff;
*The refusal of society to alleviate problems such as poverty,
inferior education, and lack of decent jobs that put a lot of blacks
on collision courses with law enforcement;
and *and the increased frequency with which police officers must deal
with issues (i.e., mental illness) that their training doesn't
adequately prepare them to handle.
Horace also paints a vivid picture of the challenges of having
one foot in each world. The Black And The Blue is highly readable and
very thought provoking. I highly recommend it for book clubs.
In my opinion, if you believe that black lives really matter and
want to see liberty and justice for all as more than empty words in
the Pledge of Allegiance, you will find this fine book to be a must
read.
On a personal note, this past week I really enjoyed work and class.
The only bummer was that for the 2nd time in a row I couldn't donate
blood. This time I had enough iron but my blood was too slow. At
least I volunteered 2 hours at canteen. Sixteen down--84 to go. I'm
also not a big fan of the polar vortex where I have a mile walk
between home and the bus stop.
A great big shout out goes out to the folks in the Midwest who have
been coping with frigid temps that make Maine look balmy in contrast.
jules hathaway


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