When I was growing up in Hancock, Wisconsin I was always under the impression that everything happened ‘elsewhere’. As a child I thought be it good times or bad that my small town was immune to fun, or the harshness of life that made for news from everywhere else.
Part of those feelings were a natural result of being a kid, and then a restless teenager. There was also the fact that Hancock was rural and quiet, and I had other ideas for my life. Even for late nights around a Hancock campfire tales had to be imported from neighboring Plainfield where Ed Gein always made for a skin-crawling tale.
So while Hancock was a fine place to live it was often not the place where I felt connected to others in Wisconsin. That small town image came to mind again when I read how statewide angst is making inroads in the place I once called home.
Today I read in the Waushara Argus (second time in a week that newspaper gets a CP nod) that the statewide uproar over Governor Walker, and the recall efforts now underway have hit Hancock.
Ginny Moon wrote a letter to the Argus stating her lighted “Recall Walker” sign (way to go Ginny!) was vandalized. Not only was it taken, but Moon writes that the Republican thieves (my words) had to “pull their car over, park on the shoulder on a main highway, get out of their car, go down in the ditch, kick/snap the green lumber sign posts in half”. In the process they also broke the spotlights.
Spirited debate on the issues (execpt for those that attack who we are as indivduals) has always been important to me. That America was founded on frothy debate should only encouarge us to continue that grand tradition.
But for anyone, anytime, anywhere to resort to the low-class acts that Moon writes about is just contemptible. Clearly the action was done by someone without the values that I was raised with in Hancock.
My father, Royce Humphrey, would have been appalled at such a story of which Moon writes.
Four years ago my once very conservative dad from the World War II generation who had faithfully voted for every GOP candidate who had been nominated switched parties, and started voting Democratic. Dad and I were no longer political strangers, and as such he wanted lawn signs to show how upset he was with the direction the country was heading. He had never placed lawn signs for anyone during all the decades I was alive, so I was more than pleased to get him the three he wanted for the various offices up for election.
I still recall the Sunday in 2004 I took them back home to Waushara County. Dad placed those signs with the same precision that one plants a tree. How it would look, and where it best could be seen by cars coming in both directions were of top concern to him. He cared for the signs by taking them in when it rained, and placing them out again when the sun shined.
As a result of those signs my dad was able to talk with other voters about why he had changed parties, and he was able to educate some about the state of the nation.
There are too many uneducated among us who can not stand up and debate in a civil fashion the great issues of our time. Instead they resort to vandalism.
CP hopes that Ginny Moon will place another sign out and remain grounded to her principles. Those World War II vets who fought for the freedoms we enjoy would not want it any other way.