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PAGE 4 -A, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 1 1, 1993
Notifying Victims Of Parole
Lets Them Know They Matter
Consider this scenario. It happened to an acquaintance of the
writer of this editorial.
A mother and her seven-year-old daughter are walking down
a Main Street sidewalk in another town. A man they recognize
drives past, blows his horn, waves and smiles. The mother's
blood runs cold as the daughter freezes in mid-step.
It has been 18 months since their second worst ordeal ended
when the man who waved had gone to prison.
It began with the discovery that the man, the 60-year-old hus
band of the babysitter, had raped the little girl. Her outraged par
ents had heeded their nobler instincts and pursued the matter
through the proper channels instead of yielding to a more visceral
urge to take the law into their own hands.
Throughout the grueling court proceedings and hard-won
conviction, and for a long time later, there was extensive therapy
for the whole family to help them try to understand why some
people do such terrible things to innocent children. The little girl
had finally started to evolve back into the friendly, trusting child
she had been before. Her nightmares had become fewer and far
The man had been sentenced to six years; he served a year
and a half. The parents knew that one day they might have to
deal with the sickening reality of his release, but no one had
warned them it could be any day this soon.
The victims ? not just the girl but everyone who loved her ?
were never informed that the rapist had been paroled. Meeting
him on the street was just one more assault for a family whose
members hadn't done a single wrong thing except unwittingly
hire a babysitter whose husband turned out to be a pedophile.
If a new state Department of Correction rule is strictly en
forced. crime victims won't have to suffer that kind of shock any
more. Victims and their families will be automatically notified
when those convicted of violent crimes are about to be paroled.
The victims won't even have to ask; they just have to let the
Parole Commission know their new address if they move away.
Notification is a positive move to help show victims that
they're at least as important as the criminals. In a system where
victims can expect precious little justice, it's a step in the right di
rection. And it's long overdue...
LETTERS TO THE EDITOR
Liquor Tax Hike Makes
More Sense Than Plan
To the editor:
President Bill Clinton recently
said, "One of the reasons American
health care is so expensive is that
our hospitals and our emergency
rooms are full of people who are cut
up and shot."
He is absolutely right!
Since 1%0, the per-capita violent
crime rate has multiplied over three
and a half times. In 1990, there were
23,440 Americans murdered;
124,480 raped; and 265,630 injured
while being robbed. Also, 108,710
were victims of serious assault. Each
of these categories grew substantial
ly from the previous year.
With accelerated interest in crime,
the relationship of alcohol to crimi
nal behavior is being concealed
from public view.
However, the word is getting out!
Alcohol is involved in 68 percent of
all manslaughters, 62 percent of as
saults, 54 percent of murders and at
tempted murders, 30 percent of all
suicides. 60 percent of all child
abuse, 80 percent of all spouse
abuse, 80 percent of fire deaths and
50 percent of all highway deaths.
Furthermore, we are told that 50
percent of all hospital admissions
To address the growing cost of
medical care directly related to alco
hol, what does the president recom
mend? A 75 percent tax increase on
a pack of cigarettes!
Yet, a Harris poll shows 71 per
cent of Americans favor a $2 tax in
crease on a bottle of liquor, which
would generate about $4 billion an
nually. This could help dramatically
in paying the cost of an adequate
Of course, the liquor industry is
adamantly opposed to any liquor tax
increase because sales would de
cline ? some economists predict as
much as 30 percent. Then alcohol
related crimes would decrease, and
the cost of health care would decline
Don't hold your breath for this to
happen! The president and Congress
will not likely allow this to occur.
When the president announced his
health care plan, who was standing
on his left? None other than Augusta
Busch from the family that produces
Budweiser and Busch beers! Have
you noticed the millions that the al
cohol industry puts into Congres
sional campaign coffers?
The longer I live the more I real
ize how right Abraham Lincoln was
when he said: "Liquor has many de
fenders but no defense."
Coy C. Privette
EDITOR 'S NOTE: Privette is exec
utive director of the Christian
Action League of North Carolina,
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? All good books are alike in thai they are truer than if they had
really happened and after you are finished reading one you will
feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it belongs to
you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sor
row, the people and the places and how the weather was.
? Ernest Hemingway
Valdese Understands The Value Of Tradition
Traditions. We scoff at them,
sometimes try to ignore them. But
traditions are one of the ways fami
lies. church denominations and soci
eties pass on their heritage and val
ues to a new generation.
Keeping traditions helps us re
member who we are and what we
For Valdese. a small, progressive
North Carolina town tuckcd in the
foothills of the Blue Ridge and
South Mountains, traditions remain
important. Valdese is one of the only
communities I know where a cele
bration of its history is a celebration
of religious freedom.
Valdese was founded 100 years
ago this past May by 427 members
of the Waldenses or "Vaudois," a
Protestant religious sect dating from
the Middle Ages that suffered under
nearly 500 years of religious perse
The Waldenses were nearly deci
However, Henri Arnaud led a
band of Waldenses from the Pied
mont region of northwest Italy into
forced exile in Switzerland, to return
In August 1689, Arnaud and 800
men fought their way home through
a French force of 2,500 men.
Each August, the Waldenses of
Valdese and those of the valleys of
the Cottian Alps celebrate that "glo
rieuse rentree des vaudois dans leurs
vallees," or Glorious Return, a turn
ing point in Waldensian history.
After more trials and small victo
ries, on February 17. 1848. in the
Open Letters or Edict of Emancipa
tion. King Carlos Alberto of Savoy
restored full civil and political rights
and freedom of worship to the Wal
That was cause to celebrate also,
with bonfires lit on the hillsides.
In the Waldensian Valley and in
Valdese. bonfires are still lighted
each Feb. 17 to celebrate the edict
and freedom of worship. The bon
fires remind us that such freedoms
can't be taken for granted and are
Prospering in peacetime, the sect
outgrew its lands and members be
gan emigrating to other countries,
including the United States. Upon
arriving in Valdese. the Waldenscs
planned to farm communal lands,
but soon discovered an affinity for
While making a deliberate effort
to preserve its past, today Valdese
prospers as a manufacturing and cul
tural center for eastern Burke
County and beyond. Town leaders
are generally as forward-looking as
the original settlers whose story has
been told each of the past 26 sum
mers in the outdoor drama, "From
This Day Forward."
Other small groups strive to pre
serve the Waldensian winemaking
and bread-baking traditions, their
distinctive Provencal patois, the and
the game of boccie. a favorite team
pastime of the early settlers.
A progressive attitude and a solid
industrial base keep Valdese eco
nomically healthy. Among its indus
tries. the largest privately-owned
bakery on the East Coast, Walden
sian Sunbeam Bakeries. The yeasty
aroma of baking bread greets visi
tors walking downtown.
Along with two million hamburg
er or hotdog buns a day. and 165
king-size bread loaves a minute.
Waldensian makes those raisin-rich,
frosted "Spanish Bar" cakes.
On the other side of the street ris
es the sanctuary of the church orga
nized simultaneously with the ar
rival of the Waldenses.
Only in Valdese, I suspect, will
one find a boccie court on the lawn
of the Waldensian Presbyterian
Church, a museum documenting the
history of the Waldensian sect in its
rear yard, and records of a long-ago
$40 loan from the church to three of
its members to help found a hosiery
mill. (That enterprise, known as
Alba- Waldensian inc., provides hos
iery, intimate apparel and speciality
health products to a global market.)
More recently the church assisted
in the creation of Centennial Park, a
downtown focal point. The space is
intended to serve as a sort of town
square, a place for townspeople to
mingle and share conversation and
activities. It features a $15,000 Eur
opean-style tiered stone fountain.
On a circular wall behind the
fountain cast bronze plaques pay
tribute to various facets that help
make up the community, such as ed
ucation. religion and industry.
Notes the Centennial Souvenir
Program. "It is hoped this will en
dure as a monument to the lives
lived out in and for this community
and as an encouragement to our
youth to take their place to see that it
That's what traditions like the
Edict bonfires and the Celebration
of the Glorious Return are all about
? making sure that the good things
of our past are carried on. For
Valdese, those good things include a
strong Vaudois heritage of faith,
courage, perseverance, and commit
ment to community.
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In Memory Of Duane, Berry And Elizabeth Reed
There are events in each person's
life that seem unimportant at the
time, but around which their future
pivots like the heavy steel door of a
bank vault turns on it's pinpoint dia
In a quiet corner of Macon,
Georgia's Riverside Cemetery, back
where the old graves are, is the
Napier family plot. There, beneath
some gnarled oak trees, a full-length
slab of dark stone covers the body of
Elizabeth Jane Reed Napier.
On steamy summer nights in the
late 1960s, members of a local rock
band would go there with friends to
party, to drink a little wine and to
talk about life. One of them wrote a
song about those evenings, titled "In
Memory of Elizabeth Reed."
If it weren't for that song, I might
not be here today.
In 1971, 1 was among the hun
dreds of thousands who conveiged
on Washington, D.C., for the "May
Day" demonstration against the
Vietnam War. Although the plan of
"shutting down Washington" was
never realized, we did provoke
Attorney General John Mitchell into
suspending the Constitution for a
few days so the National Guard
could round up thousands of peace
ful protesters (and lots of innocent
bystanders) and lock them in a foot
ball stadium without due process.
I got separated from my friends
the night they used tear gas and ar
mored personnel carriers to eject
campers from Potomac Park. With
nothing but the clothes on my back,
I hitched a ride the next morning
and wound up on Long Island, N Y.
My benefactor invited me to crash
at his apartment and asked if I want
ed to go to a concert at the Hofstra
University gym that night. Some
group from Georgia called The
Allman Brothers Band. Just three
bucks to get in. Sure, why not.
I had never heard of them.
Neither had anyone else. But boy,
could they play! Two drummers.
Two lead guitars. A driving bass
player. A singer with a voice like
B.B. King and Ray Charles. And the
best slide guitarist since Elmore
James. I was bowled over.
Since I was supposed to be going
to college, I hitch-hiked back to
Syracuse the next day, where none
of my friends had ever heard of the
Allman Brothers either.
Then brie Clapton came to town
with his new group "Derek and the
Dominoes." (Some unknown Eng
lish dude named Elton John was the
opening act.) As a special treat,
Clapton announced that the band
would be joined by a fellow named
Duane Allman, who had played on
the famous "Layla" album.
That name again. The same guy
in the mutton-chop sideburns play
ing slide guitar with a Coricidin pill
bottle. And he was giving the leg
endary Eric Clapton a run for his
money! I was bowled over again.
One night in late June I stayed up
until dawn listening to a live radio
broadcast of the final concert at New
York's famous Fillmore East audito
rium. The last group to take the
stage sounded familiar. It was them
again ? The Allman Brothers Band.
Back at school, the incoming
freshmen were settling into the dor
mitory when I heard a familiar song
wafting from one of their rooms. It
was that same haunting twin-guitar
melody that had grabbed me in the
Hofstra gym four months earlier.
"Who IS that? And WHAT IS that
song?" I asked the new guy with the
very loud stereo.
A lanky Italian kid with a
Marlboro permanently fastened to
his lip looked up from unpacking
and said, The Allman Brothers
Band ? "In Memory of Elizabeth
Reed." And so 1 met Joseph "JJ."
Rendina of Masontown, Pa.
We two Yankees spent hundreds
of hours listening to "the brothers"
and eventually found a sizable num
ber of converts to this new style of
music. Based heavily in the Chicago
blues of Muddy Waters, Elmore
James, John Lee Hooker and B.B.
King, the Allman's added a dose of
country, a dash of jazz and a pinch
of gospel to create what would come
to be called "Southern Rock."
Before long. Rolling Stone maga
zine was calling the Allman Bro
thers "the best rock 'n' roll band in
the past Five years." They were the
vanguard of a new movement that
would popularize such bands as Z.Z.
Top and Lynyrd Skynyrd. Many of
today's country-rock bands have
their roots in that era.
I became such a fan that I started
writing record reviews for the
school paper and for a local enter
tainment guide. I sent clippings to
record companies and they gave me
lots of free records to review. Then
they sent me backstage passes and
scheduled interviews with folks like
the Marshall Tucker Band, Charlie
Daniels, Wet Willie and other
"Southern music" acts.
Since political science hadn't got
ten me into a single concert, I soon
changed my major to journalism.
Which is how I came to write for
newspapers. It was my fondness for
this particular music that led me
(and several other friends) to move
south after college. Which is how I
came to live in North Carolina.
One of my fellow Allmans affi
cionados, Tony Yoken, became such
an expert on Duane Allman's early
studio work that he was asked to
help compile the second anthology
of Allman's work, released in 1974.
Although he was born and reared in
suburban New York, Yoken also
moved south after college and cur
rently lives in Memphis, Tenn., with
his wife Pam Denney, another
Syracuse Allman Brothers fan.
Unfortunately, like so many
things of that era, the Allman Bro
thers' potential was never realized.
On Oct. 29, 1971, Duane Allman
was riding his motorcycle on a
Macon street when he swerved to
avoid a truck and died after the re
sulting crash. One year and 13 days
later (21 years ago today), the
band's bass player. Berry Oakley,
was riding his motorcycle on that
same street when he collided with a
bus and was killed.
Oddly enough, it wasn't until af
ter their deaths that the band got the
recognition they deserved. In the
summer of 1973, an outdoor perfor
mance by what was left of the
Allman Brothers drew a half-million
people to a concert in upstate New
York. It was the largest crowd of
rock fans ever assembled.
On a trip to Macon a few years
later, I went to Riverside Cemetery
to visit the resting place of two fall
en brothers. The local fellow who
brought me there took me to another
gravestone. The one that inspired the
band's trademark song.
As I stared down at the slab, I saw
that Elizabeth Jane Reed Napier
gave birth to two boys. A chill ran
up my spine as I realized that both
brothers died at the age of 24. Then
I noticed her last name.
Duane Allman and Berry Oakley,
the backbone of the Allman
Brothers Band, both died at the age
of 24...on Napier Avenue.