I grew up in Ardmore, Oklahoma, though through, er, Grace of God, I never had to attend Ardmore Public Schools. The relevance will arrive shortly:
I don’t suppose Barack Obama will be commenting on the case, nor will Eric Holder’s Department of Justice send employees to help organize marches on behalf of the deceased Mr. Lane. There is no political payoff for them. As everyone knows, black-on-white violent crime is eight times as frequent as white-on-black, so murders like this one are relatively common. Ho hum, as far as the Department of Justice and the liberal media are concerned.
Ardmore-Duncan, slightly less than Ardmore-Ada, was a religious thing for people who like high school football where I grew up. I know it has no relation to this atrocity, but in a way, it does. Ardmore public schools are a local disgrace, and I’ll wager that the good people of Duncan think the same way.
As a kid, two-decades removed, the pomp/circumstance of The Duncan Game used to mean something, and it was almost as important as the Ardmore/Ada Game.
Nationally, 1955 is remembered among sports buffs as the year the Dodgers finally won the pennant. In Oklahoma, at least the part I’m from, it’s remembered as the year the segregated school, the Colored School, won State. Yep, Douglas HS won the state title in ’55. The school was blended into Ardmore High School shortly thereafter (shocker, I know), and understandably, the black community has never forgiven the white community for it. The people who went to Douglas still have reunion, if that counts for anything.
Most people, I suspect, who cry racism, don’t come from its culture and are not of its culture. I don’t claim a trump – I know what I know and I wasn’t born til 20 years after local Segregation came to an end. It’s not a sanction or an endorsement, it merely is what it is.