Charles E. Richardson

Charles E. Richardson

The deficit and debt don’t matter until they do

When President Barack Obama assumed the presidency on Jan. 20, 2009, the Great Recession was in full throat. The Dow was at 7,949. Unemployment sat at 7.8 percent and would hit 10 percent during his first year in office. The national debt was $10 trillion and the deficit that year would be $1.4 trillion.

Charles E. Richardson

The village is on fire, let’s put it out

Let’s take a walk through the village. One northern section is pristine with nice big huts with manicured grounds, good schools where the best teachers teach and where businesses locate. Those businesses hire workers from the same section of the village and do business with their neighbors. Residents there rarely leave the perceived safe confines of their section.

Charles E. Richardson

Fantasy versus reality a key symptom of the village’s sickness

Over the past few weeks I’ve written about a sick village. There has been little, if any, push back on the theory that our collective village is a deathly ill. None of us can sit back and blindly think it’s not our village. When parishioners can’t enjoy Sunday church service without worrying about who’s walking in the door of the sanctuary, that’s just more evidence. And it’s piling up in every corner of our village. Doesn’t matter where you live — rural, urban — or where you are — out-on-the town or sitting in church. Why worry about terrorists? It’s more likely to be your red, white and blue American-born neighbor who takes you out.

Charles E. Richardson

What ‘couldn’t’ and ‘wouldn’t’ learned from my mom

Sometimes I think back to my childhood and shake my head in embarrassment. I had no idea what pressures my mother was under to keep a roof over my head and food in my belly. She was always working, no sitting around waiting on a check for her. She came from good, hard working, Arkansas stock, and I wonder why she didn’t knock me into next week more often.

Charles E. Richardson

There is something broken in the ‘village’

We all know the African proverb, “It takes a village to raise a child.” We’ve heard it a thousand times. We revel in our childhood memories of our neighbors’ ability — and the responsibility they felt — to help raise the children surrounding them. We couldn’t get away with anything. Their watchful eyes were there even when our parents’ weren’t, ready to report any transgression, and if necessary, whip us into compliance. They were the village — and the village had certain norms — and we were expected to adhere to them.

Two brothers killed when hit by Norfolk Southern freight train

Coroner Leon Jones says two brothers walking on rail tracks north of River North subdivision gate at Arkwright Road dead after being hit by freight train.