Caring People

Let's all wish DanaRae a happy birthday!!! I would classify her like I would classify all of you that read or post on the blog as very caring. I might even put myself into the category as one of those caring folks. In honor of DR's birthday today's post is about caring people:

http://www.oregonlive.com/news/oregonian/steve_duin/index.ssf/2010/08/and_they_say_roosevelt_is_a_fa.html

I found this article to be very touching. What struck me is how many people came out to help one young man when most didn't even know who he was. Kudos to everyone involved. What did you think of the article?

I would also classify the researchers in the following article as caring. I'm very excited about their work and their discovery.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100825/ap_on_he_me/us_med_new_cornea

Are you excited by this study and other studies going on in the medical field right now?

Certainly the doctors in following article would be classified as caring. You can't wonder how many headaches could have been avoided by this man had other doctors looked into his head a little earlier,

http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20100824/od_nm/us_germany_bullet_odd

I hope none of you are having headaches right now. The article did take me back a bit. Thank goodness I don't go to fireworks parties. What do you think about the article?

Your comments are always appreciated. May your day be filled with caring people.

WHO AM I? Yesterday's answer was Martha Griffiths.

I kow you will all be in a state of shock that Bill has never heard of me. Despite his slight I was born in 1903 and was a constant presence in both Alabama politics and the civil rights movement. I had a front-row seat for the New Deal, McCarthyism, and the civil rights movement. I spent years working to abolish the poll tax and to end segregation. My husband, an attorney, was involved with a number of civil rights cases. My dad was a respected Presbyterian minister and Mom was a homemaker. Although my family was not wealthy I was sent to finishing school in New York, where I followed a rigorous academic program and was trained in the social graces. As a sophomore I came to question segregation after my experience in the college's dining hall with rotating tables requiring students to eat meals with random groups of students, including African-Americans. I initially protested this policy but I was told that I could either accept it or leave the college; I chose to accept it. I left college my junior year due to financial reasons. I had rejected many suitors when I met my husband at church. We married and moved to D.C. where my husband accepted a position with the Reconstruction Finance Corporation. It was during our time in Washington where my activism began. I joined the Woman's National Democratic Club and began a long involvement in the campaign to abolish the poll tax, which effectively denied most southern African Americans and poor whites the right to vote. I became one of the founding members of the Southern Conference for Human Welfare. Eleanor Roosevelt was present for its inaugural meeting and caused a minor controversy by refusing to sit in segregated seating. Because of some of the benefactors of organizations that I lead I was plagued by rumors that she I was a Communist. Since I never publicly denounced Communism or joined in the fierce red-baiting of the postwar years I was called to New Orleans to testify before Senator James Eastland's Internal Security Committee, an agency similar to the House Un-American Activities Committee in its objective of investigating alleged Communists. The hearings in New Orleans came on the eve of the Brown v. Board of Education of Topeka ruling. Scholars have suggested that I was targeted because Eastland wanted to strike back at my brother-in-law, Supreme Court justice Hugo Black, who had joined in the unanimous decision in favor of Brown. I gave my name, stated that I was not a Communist, and then refused to answer further questions, standing in silent defiance of the committee as I was questioned, occasionally taking out a compact and powdering my nose. The stress of the hearings caused my husband to collapse. The famous bus lady worked for occasionally worked for us as a seamstress when we moved back to Alabama. I secured a scholarship for Rosa to attend a school for two weeks. My husband and E.D. bailed Rosa out when she refused to move from her seat. Because they were frequently harassed and threatened, eventually the two youngest of our five children were sent to boarding schools outside the South after being ostracized by teachers and classmates. After my husband died I continued to write and speak on behalf of progressive political causes. I was active in state and local politics well into my nineties, protesting nuclear weapons and working to achieve economic equality. I died at 95. You may have to go OUTSIDE THE MAGICAL CIRCLE to answer the question, Who Am I?