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May. 15, 2008

Labels: A prose poem

by Jean Rodenbough

First I was, by birthright, a conservative like the rest of my family,
active in politics of the Right during college and fearful of Communists,
then I moved leftward after marriage until I claimed with pride the label
of liberal. I loved the word and did all the things that would put me
into the liberal camp like make friends with the black community during those
dangerous civil rights times when to question prejudices was unacceptable
by the social crowd I ran...  

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Apr. 14, 2008

Greensboro's Two Wars

by Jean Rodenbough

“Greensboro is intimately associated with the close of two wars.” The first one was “the triumph of one rebellion against oppression and in behalf of the political rights of man.” Yet the second rebellion had as its object “to perpetuate the right of one man to deprive another of all rights.”

– Adrian Whicker. “Special Correspondence of the Inquirer. Greensboro, N.C. July 6, 1865.” Published in The Philadelphia Inquirer...  

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Mar. 14, 2008

Profiles in Transformation: Vincent D. Sims

by Erica Mayo

EM: What has changed in your life in the past year?

Vincent: I have been a chronic substance abuser and I was homeless for numerous years. For the past five yrs I visited the Beloved Community Center Hospitality House which provided food, clothing, showers and encouragement. I was fortunate enough to be asked to commit myself to Preventing Chronic Illnesses Preventing Homelessness in Greensboro and High Point. I was asked to attend by the Chief Executive of Urban Ministries of...  

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Feb. 8, 2008

A Bit of History

by Jean Rodenbough

He walked into the Emergency Department under his own steam, refusing a stretcher despite the stab wound in his back. A proud man, he had seen trouble during his 58 years but he persisted. I don’t know what the current struggle was about, enough to reward him with a knifing, but as Adjunct Chaplain for the evening I didn’t ask. All I needed to know was that he was here and I was here and there was a story to tell.

Born near the center of town, as a boy he played down by the...  

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