Tag: Memphis

In this episode, Dave sits down with Brian Rust, the host of Panama City Beach and Bay County’s most listened to talk show, The Brian Rust Show on News Talk@101FM. On the air weekdays from 5 – 8AM, Brian not only has a finely tuned sense of voter temperament, but he has the attention of the 2nd Congressional District’s Representative, among others. As the conversation progresses, Dave and Brian discuss the impact of President Biden’s economic prescriptions on voters in the Florida panhandle and across the country.   There’s more to the conversation, including Brian’s diagnosis of the GOP’s electoral prospects in the future.  

From Dave’s perspective on current events, to a fascinating discussion with one talk radio’s brightest lights, to some new plans for Dave’s podcast, this is a fast-paced and compelling show that you won’t want to miss. 

When Killer Cops Are Black, It’s Still White Supremacy


Well, it sure didn’t take long for the murder of the young black man, Tyre Nichols, by five black cops in Memphis to be labelled some form or other of white supremacy. But then you knew it would happen. It was just a question of how long it would take, five seconds or ten seconds. After all, if you can get away with labelling Larry Elder, a conservative black candidate for California governor, the “black face of white supremacy,” there’s nothing too preposterous for you to try and pass off on people. 

Let’s stipulate right up front that there seems to be no justifiable reason for what those black cops did, but it is as certain as the next sunrise that white supremacy had nothing to do with it. But just try convincing Democrat Congresswoman of color, Cori Bush, for example, who said the following: “The mere presence of black officers does not stop policing from being a tool of white supremacy.” She also blathered about a “racist policing system rooted in enslavement” and “the violent racist architecture that underpins our entire criminal legal system.” 

When the Heart Finds Home


“Just wait one year, and you’ll ask, ‘Baton who?’” It was 1974 and my Dad, having completed his studies at New Orleans Baptist Theological Seminary, had the unenviable job of telling his 12-year-old kid that we were packing up and leaving Baton Rouge for the Blue Ridge Mountains where he would be minister of music at First Baptist Church in McCaysville, GA.  I was not enamored.  

You see, I told Dad that I loved living in Baton Rouge. I loved going to LSU games and being an up-and-coming Tiger. I loved life in what to me seemed like a big city, and I certainly loved living close to my grandparents, great-grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles, and friends, all of whom made my world a non-stop celebration of the best things in life.  I loved Grandma Carter’s gumbo, Grandpa Carter’s easy style and Dean Martin-like humor, Granny’s elegant and razor-sharp mastery of the English language, Grandaddy’s quiet strength, the strong coffee, the earthy and colorful humor of Louisiana with its wry Cajun influence, and the sugary sweet sounds of Dixieland Jazz when we traveled to the French Quarter. This was the closest thing to heaven on earth as far as I was concerned, and now I was about to be wrenched away from it all so I could live (presumably, it seemed) on the set of Hee Haw.  

The die had been cast, however, and soon I felt like a low-ranking member of a missionary family dispatched to the deepest wilds of a foreign land to learn the strange customs of the natives and maybe help a business sample of them learn of our ways.  In fairness, I should add that not only was I wrong in my misbegotten assumptions about these good people, but that I made many lifelong friends along the way.  Granted, they may not cheer for the Tigers, but one can only do so much. 

Facts Over Slogans, Solutions Over Anarchy


If we do not truthfully diagnose the problem in America, systemic and otherwise, we will never make things right. Unfortunately for everyone, if we continue to ignore the body count that rises daily in the African-American community, and continue to focus on the exception to the exclusion of the rule, we’re toast.

What follows is not necessarily pleasant to read, and if I were in the NFL, academia, or a major media outlet, I suppose the wrath of God-knows-who would descend on me. But you know what? I didn’t spend 20 years on active duty and do three tours of duty in the Mideast and a year in Korea so that others can dictate my thoughts and words, and negate the rights I fought to preserve.

Let me start by placing a few facts on the table because ignoring them only makes the situation worse.

Confronting Uncomfortable Realities


In over 37 years of writing and commenting on current events, I don’t think I’ve ever struggled with whether or not to write on any particular topic as much as I have this one. The problem isn’t that it’s difficult to condemn murderers. On the contrary, what happened to Mr. George Floyd is unimaginable, and yet we saw it happen right in front of us. I can’t fathom what this gentleman went through, begging for mercy, crying while trying to simply breathe before ultimately losing consciousness and dying. A nation watched as that gentleman was killed, begging for his very life under the suffocating weight of a cop who was as passively disinterested in his victim as a predator in the wild waiting for the death of its prey. Likewise, hunting down and killing a black man out on a jog, as that stupid little posse of murderers did to Ahmad Aubrey, is equally infuriating and incomprehensibly vile. It’s inhuman. It’s depraved. And it is inexcusable. Period. Full stop.

Under those circumstances, uniting the country really wasn’t difficult at all. From the White House to practically every house, every church, every business and social gathering in the country, all were horrified, angered, and continue to demand justice for George Floyd, Ahmad Aubrey, as well as their families and friends. That nationwide anguish and anger undoubtedly helped bring about the firing of all the officers involved, murder charges against the officer with his knee on Mr. Floyd’s neck, the likelihood of charges against the other officers, and brought murder charges against those who savagely killed Ahmad Aubrey.

However, those actions have been deemed insufficient by the mob, which expects us to sit passively by and watch cities burn, see lives and livelihoods destroyed, and genuflect deeply to miscreants who take yet more lives and beat up innocent people. You see, I had meant to write a more conciliatory piece, but after multiple nights of mindless destruction, I don’t much feel like appeasing anarchists anymore. I’m told we must confront some uncomfortable realities. Fair enough:

AG Sessions Visits Memphis to Deliver a Strong Message


Last Thursday, Attorney General Jeff Sessions came to Memphis to talk crime, drugs, and violence, all of which are as abundant here as the barbecue. Last year, Memphis experienced a 43 percent spike in homicides, prompting Sessions to remind one and all that, “these aren’t just numbers:”

These are people, our citizens whose safety and lives are at stake everyday. They are people like the residents in Sycamore Lake Apartments here in northeast Memphis. Last week, two men were shot there and killed during a drug deal, according to the local detectives who worked the case. Tragically, this is not an uncommon thing there; since 2014, seven people, including a soon-to-be-mother and her unborn baby were murdered in just that apartment complex.

The Attorney General went on to pledge that “every lawful tool” would be employed to “take the most violent offenders off our streets.” Highlighting a link between illegal drugs and violent crime, Sessions added, “If you are a gang member, know this. You think you are targeting us. Well, we are targeting you. We will devastate your networks. We will starve you revenue sources, deplete your ranks, and seize your profits.”