Opinions

We’ve run out of time to argue. I was born and raised in Wilson and I know how easy it is to become exhausted with the news. The world you see on TV — ripe with unrest and disorder — doesn’t match the reality you see out your window. Many of you, understandably, probably just shut off the TV.

In bold capital letters the caption in the June 12, 1895, edition of the Topeka State Journal read, “LIKE CAPT. KIDD.” Like a trailer for one of today’s adventure movies the buildup continued, “Buried Treasure Said to Have Been Dug Up — Near Ancient Indianola, on the Old Military Road.

American Legion display remembers those lost in war At the American Legion Post 174 in Ellsworth, Kansas, there are burial flags of local deceased veterans on display in an enclosed glass case. Some of the flags are quite old and beginning to fade.

I like to think there are jobs out there that are so important to the welfare and betterment of our country, that the woman or man who fills them grows beyond their own political ideologies to consider the thoughts and ideas of others. That appeared to be the case Monday when the U.S.

James Schuyler, a novice surveyor, wrote a harrowing account of survival in western Kansas for the New York Post.

Editor’s Note: This is the second part of a two-part column by Eric Ward, senior fellow with the Southern Poverty Law Center. This is what I can point towards, 21 things those committed to inclusive democracy can do right now. 1.

If ever a spring could inspire confidence in the summer to come, the spring of 1875 was the year. Editor Maj. Henry Inman reflected the opinion of most everyone in the Ellsworth Reporter with a piece entitled “June”. “We have crossed the margin of sweet leafy June — beautiful gateway of the summer.

Editor’s Note — Eric Ward is a senior fellow with the Southern Poverty Law Center. In this column, he presents a very personal view of how he sees the recent protests that have reached across Kansas and the United States. I understand the rage.

Peaceful protests have spread across the nation in response to the most recent instance of police killing of an unarmed black person, George Floyd. This, unfortunately, is not a unique case in this country.

In April 1968, four days shy of my 19th birthday, I found myself in the men’s gymnasium at Ball State University along with several thousand other students listening to Bobby Kennedy, who less than a month earlier had announced his intention to seek the Democratic nomination for president.