There’s power in the feminine, in being a woman. Despite being mansplained out of just about every significant phase of history and human development, women are movers and shakers, we’re moneymakers, baby makers, life givers and sustainers.
As the oldest publishing newspaper in Texas, we are proud of our history of firsts. That is until the “Arctic Hurricane” of 2021 came to town, throwing businesses and residents into the dark under a blanket of dangerously cold temperatures.
I rarely use this space to ask for help. Based on what I’m hearing, however, in phone calls, emails and from those of you showing up at our Teichman Road address — you’re struggling with timely delivery of your first-class mail.
It’s reasonable to ask why I’m qualified to write a column about Black History Month, being neither Black nor a historian. Tasked with writing one, I asked myself the same question. It occurred to me that just as all politics are local, all history is personal.
My mom and dad would return from the voting polls, each laughing and claiming they’d canceled each other’s vote. She, an immigrant from Scotland and naturalized citizen, and he a Mid-Westerner with his boot planted deeply in the traditional values. Voting was equally important to each of them.