Archive for October, 2011

Susan Simmons

Hope we PASSed

by Susan Simmons

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Oct
8

By now, our governor is deep into her cross-state tour to reveal her graded report cards for every member of the General Assembly. This week she held town halls in Rock Hill, Irmo and Aiken. Next week: Hilton Head and Charleston.

Alas, we will have to wait until week three to hear a live report on how the Spartanburg and Greenville delegations fared on the Haley PASS test. Those so interested should plan to join her Oct. 17 at 5:30 p.m. at Byrnes High School in Duncan.

As this column was due before the first town hall, I don’t know whether the governor chose to be combative or collaborative in tone. Experience shows she is fully capable of both. Either way, the town halls are sure to reveal more about Nikki Haley than any of the legislators she judges.

Start with the events themselves. As vehicles to unveil the governor’s agenda for the next year and get a grassroots reaction, town halls are a great idea. But to crisscross the state calling out individual lawmakers for their performance on her goals, not their own, presumes a superiority Haley doesn’t have. As Columbia Sen. Joel Lourie asked back in March, “Am I supposed to take it home and get my mother to sign it? Or maybe my wife?”

Again, if Haley takes a we’re-in-this-together approach on her travels, the end result may be a nudge toward many useful reforms lawmakers have avoided for years.

But the school marmish way she did it will still rankle, I bet, even with the lawmakers who put a good face on it. Legislators are accountable to South Carolina voters, not the governor. In the end, this is exactly what Lourie said: a publicity stunt. A good show, with questionable enduring effect.  Sound familiar?

But while the show is definitely Sanfordesque, Haley differs from her predecessor in one key aspect: Sanford was a master of the fine detail. Haley is all Big Idea. I picture her striding around Columbia tossing them off, underlings scurrying beside her, scribbling, “It’s a great day in South Carolina!” “Worker training!” “Drug testing for the unemployed!”

Big idea people are characteristically averse to documentation and detail, which is why Haley could repeat “a million times” – without checking her facts – that half the job applicants at the Savannah River Site failed drug tests. The actual number was less than 1 percent. But some unidentified someone told her the flashier statistic, and “I’ve never felt like I had to back up what people tell me,” she told the Associated Press (a quote that still staggers me every time I read it).

It’s why she can brag about bringing 10,000 jobs to the state when her own Commerce Department counts 5,000 and claim she “closed two deals” on her trip to Europe when “in the works” was far more accurate.

These are all things Haley wants to be true: the jobs, the deals, the justification for drug testing she told her hometown Rotary Club she has “been wanting since the first day I walked into office.” Wanting it so badly she can casually smear the reputation of hundreds of SRS job-seekers in its support rather than check her prattle long enough to see if the words are true.

Big ideas can be great ideas, and South Carolina surely needs some great ideas. South Carolina also needs a governor who understands that words matter – that big ideas rooted in fiction turn out to be fairytales.

 

Lyn Riddle

On honoring heroes, humble souls

by Lyn Riddle

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Oct
7

John Robert McClure was a quartermaster petty officer on the USS Zaniah when it was commissioned in 1944 in Mobile, Ala.

J.C. Ponder was a lieutenant junior grade paymaster.

Known as the Bloody Z, it was a cargo ship that delivered equipment and other goods to the war zone and was capable of producing 80,000 gallons of fresh water. Perhaps more importantly, the ship carried men to repair ships damaged in the South Pacific during World War II.

McClure and Ponder were onboard the Zaniah in October 1944 for the invasion of Letye in the Philippines, which was led by General Douglas MacArthur.  The ship then sailed for Okinawa. What would become the bloodiest battle of the war began on April 1, 1945 – Easter Sunday and April Fools Day. It lasted 82 days.

It was the battle of more – more ships, more bombs, more troops, more guns, more deaths. In all, 38,000 Americans died, 107,000 Japanese and Okinawans, 100,000 Okinawan civilians.

Shortly after the campaign ended, the United States dropped the atomic bomb on Hiroshima and Nagasaki in Japan.

The war ended.

McClure and Ponder ultimately returned home, to different lives.

McClure came to Greenville and founded Morningside Baptist Church on Pelham Road.

Ponder went to work for R.J. Reynolds and then Burlington Industries.

McClure and his wife Frances had five children. He retired from the pastorate after 17 years to establish Christian radio stations all over the country.

Ponder didn’t marry for many years. Then he met and married Elizabeth Fisher, an elementary school teacher. They never had children.

McClure and Ponder had no contact with each other in all those years.

Then 1985, in Hickory, N.C., at a reunion for sailors who served on the Bloody Z, they met again.

They realized they lived a few miles apart, McClure in Simpsonville; Ponder in Greer. McClure had lived in the Greenville area since the 1940s, Ponder moved here in 1979.

They kept in touch after that, trading war stories and memories.

Then about six months ago, McClure and his daughter Carolyn Robinson were at a funeral. McClure pulled her over and said, “This is my buddy. We served on the same ship.”

Robinson was astonished. The coincidence of these two men, now in their 80s, living all these years in the same town without knowing it was amazing to her. Another astonishing fact was Ponder was married to Robinson’s third grade teacher.

Robinson asked Ponder if he had his war medals.

“No, ma’am, I don’t,” he said.

She had gotten her father’s as a father’s day present some years before so she was familiar with the government red tape and paperwork and helped Ponder apply to the Department of Defense.

She also got him a seat on the same Honor Flight her father was to go on. Honor Flights take WWII veterans to Washington, D.C., for a day to see the WWII Memorial, an honor many would not have otherwise.

It is a race against time. The youngest veteran of the war would be 80 now and the Veteran’s Administration says about 740 WWII veterans die every day. Of 16 million who served, about 1.7 million are still living.

The two took the flight on Sept. 20.

They saw the Memorial. They posed for pictures in front of the statue of Iwo Jima.

“It was the best day of my life,” Ponder said.

When McClure, 85, and Ponder, 88, came off the plane at Greenville Spartanburg International Airport that night, Robinson was waiting.

And so were Ponder’s service medals. Robinson had received them, gotten them framed in a shadow box and presented them to him at the airport.

The next day he called and asked how much he owed her for the framing.

She said, “Nothing, you’ve already paid me.”