Improving how DHEC protects the public from communicable diseases
By Tom Davis
That government is best which governs least, and getting nonsensical laws off the books and stopping attempts to add ridiculous new ones – e.g., requiring animal shelters to be supervised by veterinarians, banning midwifery and out-of-hospital births, subjecting homeschooled children to state supervision, to name just a few from the South Carolina General Assembly's 2013 session – are among the most important things state lawmakers can do.
The luck of the draw had us in the same exit row from Atlanta to Savannah on July 10: I, returning from a business meeting in Denver highlighted by an astounding Gypsy Kings concert at Red Rocks, and he, a soldier returning home after his fourth tour in Iraq.
I’ll call him Sergeant T, to protect his name, and I’ll tell you he’s in the National Guard of a state neighboring ours. He’s 54, a grandfather, studiously bespectacled; a man with a contagious laugh and a view of America somehow both hardened and softened by being (what he called) “in theater” for so long and so often. He says he’d go back in an instant and expects it’ll be Afghanistan when he’s next called up.
Musing about my column with Beaufort’s own Gary Geboy, phenomenal photographer and artist and, it turns out, a reader of “Standpoint” this past weekend, he wondered if I knew that Barack Obama has surpassed George W. Bush in yet another of the endless, sorry measurements of presidential performance: Bush went 214 days between full press conferences; Obama has managed to make it 278.
Of course, the wunderkind has balanced this deliberate absence from press scrutiny for nearly a year with endless speeches, sound bites and fluff interviews all controlled/managed by his staff, the most recent and near best of which was his over–the-top, over-thirty-minute diatribe about how he “wouldn’t rest” until the Gulf oil spill was cleaned up and all those responsible duly fingered and prosecuted. This, it seemed, was the Obama way of ensuring he would not be blamed for the oil spill in the way his supporters had so happily blamed Bush for Hurricane Katrina.
This is part of the insidiousness of what I have earlier dubbed the most manipulative White House on record and here’s my point: Just as they used brilliant communications strategies and expertise to get this President elected on a fresh breeze of “change” we could believe in and an (unkept) promise to move to the center, they have deftly side-stepped the media (even the right wing-maligned “mainstream media”) in what appears to be a strategic decision to control as much of the message as they can without the risk of the transparent, overt, intelligent challenge that arises when good journalists do their jobs well at Presidential press conferences.
It’s understandable, of course. Would you want to be in front of the press defending the ramming through of a Healthcare bill that your Party’s members of Congress had not read, that 58% of the electorate wants repealed and the ultimate cost of which the Congressional Budget Office now suggests could be as much as three times what it originally posited? Of course not. Much easier to run off to a friendly town hall meeting and produce high def beauty shots of happy physicians and taxpayers thrilled to the bone about the new plan.
There is a massive difference between encouraging and obtaining media coverage, of which there is plenty, telling us what the President and key Senators, Representatives, Cabinet Secretaries and Administration officials have said or done, and the unfettered access of a “free press” to the elected representatives of the people and to their paid executives so that the essential, constitutional reason for that free press’ existence can always be ensured.
As a former Canadian I have remarked to so many American friends and relatives that there is a mistrust of government in the USA that is not paralleled in my old home to the North. “We’re taught it,” most answer, and I guess that’s a good thing. In fact, here’s what James Madison had to say about it all way back in 1799:
“Some degree of abuse is inseparable from the proper use of everything; and in no instance is this more true, than in that of the press. It has accordingly been decided by the practice of the states, that it is better to leave a few of its noxious branches to their luxuriant growth, than by pruning them away, to injure the vigour of those yielding the proper fruits. And can the wisdom of this policy be doubted by any who reflect, that to the press alone, chequered as it is with abuses, the world is indebted for all the triumphs which have been gained by reason and humanity, over error and oppression; who reflect, that to the same beneficent source, the United States owe much of the lights which conducted them to the rank of a free and independent nation; and which have improved their political system into a shape so auspicious to their happiness.”
Wouldn’t it be nice if someone reminded Barack Obama, Eric Holder, Nancy Pelosi, Harry Reid and, most of all, that absolute master of doublespeak evasion of the press, Press Secretary Robert Gibbs, as well as the lazy louts in the media who just find it easier to pontificate on panels than to go to work and seek the truth (there always is one if you dig deeply enough) that we are within our rights and sound in our ideal of expecting more?
The national debate grows ever more frustrating. Fueled by a media-gone-wild (they ought to have a show; oh, wait, they already do…24 tiresome hours a day) we become more polarized each day. And, it begs the question: How can we extricate ourselves from the doctrinaire doublespeak of the invested ideologues and bring some sanity back to our polity.
As to whether or not we are in the ultimate battle for the soul of America, perhaps only the history books a hundred years hence will confirm or deny, but, at the least, we are in the midst of a significant test of the nature of our nation and of its direction.
There’s no better editor than Margaret Evans. It’s not just that she’s such a talented writer and imager; (in my selfish case) it’s that she lets me go for weeks without pushing me to write and so my inherent laziness can continue to exceed its own expectations. But, here I am again and with a warm acknowledgement to those who’ve told me you miss my articles. That’s a very nice thing to hear.
Another spring
This long Lowcountry winter shows signs of a welcome exit and another perfect spring seems near at hand. Rebirth, rejuvenation, recalibration, recreation (in both senses of the word) and renaissance but no regret; no resistance; no recalcitrance. This is the one kind of change we can believe in.
Our wonderful house with its staggering views on the marshes may be worth less than we paid for it, but those marshes are still the flyway, feeding place and marshaling yard for thousands of magnificent shorebirds. They are the encampments of millions of ghost and fiddler crabs; arranged as if in arrays of miniature armored divisions ready to film an epic scene in some Star Wars prequel. They are the place where even the ocean reaches its limits; a place where no two tides and no two views are ever the same. Kind of gives a whole new meaning to being under water.
What’s up with……?
How come the contractors working on the new span of the McTeer Bridge and the widening of highway 802 seem to be making incredible progress while the contractors widening parts of the highway to Charleston seem suspended somewhere back in 2004?
And, how about Mayor Billy and the Beaufort City Council; over a year since they were elected and not a breath of scandal; not a hint of discontent or animosity. They just seem to be doing what they said they would. Wow.
And now, to embarrass a friend
Anyone who attended the Beaufort International Film Festival has got to be feeling great. It was a home run. It was all it could have been, what with the magnificent Blythe Danner and Michael O’Keefe and our own Pat Conroy and the nearly 4,000 of us who were at the opening and the gala and the films.
My friend, Ron Tucker, is the passion and the vision and the dedication that brought it all together. His mission was to create the Beaufort Film Society, which he did last year and, through it, effect the direction, management and execution of the Beaufort International Film Festival, and he accomplished that with brilliance.
With the precision and focus and clarity of the Marine that he is (he’s “retired” from the Corps but as any Marine will tell you, they don’t retire) Ron elevated the process and the participation and the results. Of course, he did not do it alone. There was a remarkable team of professionals and volunteers who helped pull it all off.
Ron’s “Chief of Staff”, Rebecca Berry, press relations guru Lanier Laney and PR whiz, Bruce Doneff are three of them. He’s thanked them and everyone else who made the festival such a success. We, all of us, owe them our thanks for a wonderful achievement.
So, with beginnings of a spring such as this one, never mind that extra long winter of our marginal and chilly discontent. Never mind the boring pundits with their incessant daily ramblings about how bad things are or still could be.
All we need is a few months of consumer confidence, in a row. Can anyone tell me why it can’t start in Beaufort?
Our editor Margaret Evans’ wonderful piece in the last issue, about the locked church doors, released a special Christmas story from the depths of my memory. I always saw it as a kind of gift and it’s in that spirit I offer it to our readers.