Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #128

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #128

…Caught in a lie, the manager nervously shuffles unrelated papers, “Oh my, yes, here you are… from Tallahassee, Florida, lovely area, Florida…

Pan American Mailing Card

…eth·nol·o·gy – the study of the characteristics of various peoples and the differences and relationships between them…

Ethnology

Herbert Love, with his typically calm demeanor, steps in to ask, “If President McKinley were to reserve rooms, would you ask him for a deposit?”

“Preposterous! We do not have time for this nonsense.”  

“Please answer the simple question.”

 “If he were to stay here, which is unlikely, no we would not.”

  “I recommend you check your records closely, because these rooms were reserved by the White House. If you would like, ring up the Statlers Hotel and speak to the President’s chief of staff.”

Caught in a lie, the manager nervously shuffles unrelated papers. “Oh my, yes. Here you are… from Tallahassee, Florida, lovely area, Florida. You have the entire eighth RightlyProudfloor, our best rooms. How did we miss that, O’Reilly? Please have dinner on us, uh, uh this evening for your inconvenience.”

   “No sir, we has promised to eat with the Presidint, we has,” chimes in a rightly proud and vindicated Willy Campbell.

  “Perhaps to-to-tomomorrow?” he stammers.

  “We like our grits with pork gravy,” punctuates John Ferrell, emboldened by leverage.

  “Grits, pork, yes, anything else?”

  “Yes, as a matter of fact,” says Harv, finishing what he started, “we would like Mr. O’Reilly here to serve us.”

  “But I’m not schedul–” He is cut short.

 “Yes you are. I will take over for you while you train for waiting tables,” corrects the manager.

Palace of Horticulture

The Palace of Horticulture

This is quite a study in prejudice; North and South, white and black. Suitable and that which is definitely not, is what the Pan-American Exposition is all about. In a rapidly shrinking world, the importance in understanding cultures of other countries and principalities may be the only thread that can hold a delicate weave together.

What is keeping the United States concurrent? There is a lot to be said for the greatest democracy the world has known, knowing what the alternatives are. The cries for freedom, religious and personal, as set forth in the Constitution, are reverberating from coast to coast, Canada to Mexico… with the possible exception of the Hotel Niagara lobby.

Do they live in a perfect world? No, but human beings are, with their sinful nature irrevocably in place, far from it. God created a perfect planet, giving it day and night, water and land and creatures for each. Then came man. There goes perfection.


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“Put me off at Buffalo!”

Episode #128


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #93

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #93

…The wedding of James and Abigail is one of the regions’ grander events and caps-off a summer of millennial nuptials…

Today is a good day to begin anew, a red letter day, making promises that you are expected to keep, be it to yourself or another.

Poor Abigail, if only she could be a fly on the wall or perhaps a tree. She may be more adamant about her betrothed stated devotion in the ceremony to come. She is about to become an innocent pawn in an ongoing game she does not know how to play.

Enough of the ignoble details. Nobody here would be interested… well, maybe they would, but for the purposes of propriety, ignorance is the watchword.

Reverend Watkins

Reverend Watkins, a Negro preacher of some renown, brings the festivities to order by announcing, “This is a day that the Lord our God has ordained. We gather here, on this wonderful day, to join James and Abigail and Abigail to James, completing a union that is rooted from the first man and woman. But unlike Adam and Eve, the Mother and Father of us all, these young people will not taste of the forbidden fruit. They will treasure each other, like God treasures his creation.”

The reference to the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil is the marker that set the liturgy in motion. James takes his place at the altar, watching the three sets of attendants, followed directly by his father. The congregation of accomplices is topped off by the most radiant bride anyone will ever see.20th Century-001

One and all are turned around in their chairs to watch the bride, craning to view and review. This is one of the regions’ grander events and caps-off a summer of new-millennial nuptials, reducing the others to insignificance,

Phoebe Love is one of those interested onlookers,  seated alongside the Campbells. The Quincy mayor’s wife has not seen a single wedding this year. Neither have these elite attendees seen a Negro family, headed by Willy and Amanda, shoulder to shoulder with them—

NOT in the rear of the back.

The Wilson’s and Lewis’ accept this social integration, however grudgingly, ever so slightly squirming in their judgment chairs. It is hard to completely shed a century of prejudice, though they will keep wearing their game face.

Ironically, there is not a man or woman more genuinely happy to be there than Willy Campbell. He has watched the bride grow up, all the way from the tragic death of her mother at birth, up to the morning after the night of infamy, when they learned of her father’s unkind demise.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #73

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #73

…”Young lady, people, no matter what color,” Martha Asserts, “are not meant to be property of a fellow human being – period, and end of subject”…

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Back to the real world. Abigail and James manage to maintain a several-step-stagger for their stairway decent, for appearance sake at least, that they may not have been spending quality time exploring bodily nooks & crannies.

Introductions are made, though one is not needed. Herb Love is her rescuer, warmly received – kind of a stabilizing influence.

Rescue-001 Willy Campbell is another story. She is startled to see him. He immediately reverts to his subservient roots, dropping his head to avoid eye contact.

And she is bright enough to make the connection between her late father’s former slave and Herbert Love; awful recollections, previously buried beneath tons of denial. The destruction of Fort Sumter South, flood back to the present.

‘The Campbells is gone!’ are the cries she remembers hearing that fateful day, more than a year hence.

“You killed my father!” is Abbey’s cry now. “You killed my father and destroyed our lives.”

“I weren’t there, Miss Abigail, I swear!” Willy scrambles to explain.

  “Yes, I believe you are correct, Willy Campbell. You were not there and because Justice2-001you were not, the rest of our people revolted against us and burned and pillaged and killed every white man they could lay their hands on… including my own Father. Why, why… why!!!???,” she asks futilely as she beats her small hands against the chest of the obviously dismayed black man.

Herbert Love steps to Willy’s defense, pulling the distraught girl away. She is detached from reason, to the point of not responding to even her dear James’s loving touch.

“You are all in this together, aren’t you. It makes sense to me now!” Her alleged co-conspirators are guilty of nothing, excepting a deep-seated dislike of the “business as usual” in the south that they treasure. “You just happened to be passing by that day? I think not, sir. I remember seeing every one of you, just like it were yesterday!”

“We did not intend for any harm to come to your father. There was no way to know what effect the freeing of the Campbells would have on others,” Love appraises. He is not in the business of apologetics.

You had no right stealing our property!” she furthers.

“Young lady,” Martha sternly asserts, “people, no matter what color, are not meant to be property of a fellow human being – period, and end of subject.”

“You have slaves, Joseph and his helpers.” Abbey tries to make a weak connection.

“Wrong, wrong, wrong! Joseph is a paid foreman and is free to leave if he no longer likes his job or position.” Martha is fighting the girl’s preconceived notions. “Take Olla, for instance. She left out our house for different situation. She did not even bother properly explaining why she wanted to leave, but that is not the point. The point is, is that she wanted to leave, free to keep her money, in her name at the Lewis State Bank as a matter of fact

… Free is the key word. Were the Campbells or any of the others, free to leave? … I will answer for you in your mute ignorance. NO! If you would take the time, look at things long and hard you might get a clue as to why you are clinging to archaic belief system.”

Abigail Smythwick-Ferrell shrinks in the face of Martha’s human rights passion. She falls to the floor in a heap, like her legs had suddenly turned to gelatin. The shock of recurring lost memories has sapped her strength. James rushes to her side, cradling Abbey’s head, stroking her long, light brown hair.

Martha Ferrell retrieves smelling salts from her handbag, opening the tiny jar and waving it in front of the young woman’s nose. Ammonia inhalants, along with subconscious realization cause her to stir, to the great relief of all.

Sometimes pain must precede progress.


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Prejudice Be Not Proud

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Michael Crichton

“Do you know what we call opinion in the absence of evidence? We call it prejudice.” 
Albert Einstein

“What a sad era when it is easier to smash an atom than a prejudice.”

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“There is nothing more frightful than ignorance in action.”

George Gordon Byron

“Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.” 

Prejudice Be Not Proud