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Putting Scott Walker on My Back, I think.
Mixing Business and Pleasure - A Lethal Concoction!

Back in the day, 1993, I was looking for a church to join and one that would allow my fiancé and I to be married as well.  I looked high and low, when my UWM professor of Communications, turned friend, Barry Brummett.  Incidentally, this professor became a friend, primarily because during his posted office hours, he was actually posted – right there in his office. 

Barry first warmed me with his quick wit, when I chided, “I like you, even though you gave me a D.” Without a pause, he retorted, “I like you, even though you earned a D.” Instantly, I was enamored and knew he needed to be in my life. 

So when he recommended his church, Underwood Memorial Baptist Church in Wauwatosa, I trusted him wholeheartedly. 

After visiting the church couple of times, I was hooked to then Pastor Reid Trulson's authenticity and purity, in a time where so many of the churches I visited, were lairs of postulating, fashion showing and money hoarding.  

Trulson was plain old genuine, with the disposition of a Quaker but the fieriness of the Baptist Preacher he was.  So I joined the church and was married there, my daughter was christened there and I met Scott Walker there.  

There weren't many "coloreds" at Underwood.  (I just threw that in to see if you were paying attention). There was an African family, actually from the Democratic Republic of Congo, was seeking a peaceful, non-violent United States refuge, and got it via our church's benevolence.  

Basically, the majority of the churchgoers were white people. It was a white church. Though there were some curious glowers and fascinated rubber-neckers, when we attended some Sunday services or church sponsored events. But that was the extent of it. No burning crosses, pointed white hoods, no "NIGGER GO HOME" on their bathroom walls.  

We had a warm reception, particularly from the Walkers. I found Scott’s wife to be graceful, attentive and kind. His parents Lew and Pat were extremely loving, giving and straight shooting folks. 

Scott himself, was a deacon and an usher, I believe. He was not in, nor was he running for, office or for anything else then, save one of his highly spirited sons Matt and Alex, who at times, bored of the pews, took off afoot headed for the pulpit (mid-service) or some other more fun-looking place; other than lined up, seated in their very starched and very neat church clothes, next to their parents or grandparents. The boys were also in the same Sunday school cohort as my daughter. On rare occasions, I had his two and my one together, plus a handful of other wonderfully rambunctious cherubs. They played well together though.

As a remedy to boredom for the young, I think, Children's Church evolved. This was a time, where the children were all invited, early in the service, to come (often they did run, jog, or sprint) to the pulpit and hear a "sermon" or "message" just for them. They would crowd around seated, with the Pastor in the middle and all the little busy bodies seated around him. It was such a beautifully cute thing.  

Other times, Barry or even Scott would lead “Children's Church.” I think my daughter liked Scott best, because he had “little” children of his own and he seemed comfortable sitting on the floor ministering to those with three-minute attention spans. His voice was always clear and crisp. He had a trustworthy, “Robin-the-Boy Wonder” face to boot. The messages were relatively short, but always intentionally focused on the children. When it ended, those of age, returned to pews, those who were a bit too young went upstairs where there was childcare.  

I began to consider us friends.  

Whenever my daughter had a birthday party, she'd ensure her "church friends" were at the top of the list. And whenever invited, Scott showed up with his two boys in tow and a present, for my little girl. He didn't have to.  

He wasn't running for anything then. I am sure he was uncomfortable, as were his boys Nyla’s very “girly” Devonshire Tearoom party. But he showed up.
 I know he must have felt a little out of place at her Discovery World Birthday Party, but he showed up. Many others who were invited did not even send their regrets.

And when I fell, of the monkey bars (for another blog) in 1999 or so, and broke my neck, (Cervical bone, C1) in two places; it was the Walkers who showed their support most, except for a few good family member and intimate friends. I remember cards, well wishes, casseroles and even clothes for my daughter being sent to us, to help out during the five-month recovery, where I had to wear a hard uncomfortable neck brace. I felt like he, his parents and his wife and his children were friends.

After being a member of Underwood for several years, Pastor Trulson left...moved to Germany. I was crushed, until a new Pastor Allen Newton arrived. Shortly, though, he left. Then worst of all, my college professor, turned friend, announced he was leaving.

I was flattened. I stopped attending all together. I lost too many men, in too short of time. 
A few years passed and I heard Scott and his family left Underwood too.  

Though now, Governor Scott Walker might not be as quick to claim knowledge of our past relationship, as I am, even then he was a standout.  

This is why I defend him, the man
   the father   the friend. I do not know him as a politician. He was not actively politicking in our church. I did not speak with him during his tenure as county executive. I have not spoken to him since he's been governor. I just have the fondest, sweetest memories of him, his children and his church.

My daughter is 17 now. I suppose Matt and Alex hover around that age as well.  

I still don't talk to the family, though I have tried reaching out to Tonette and Scott, via email. It must be hard to remain “friendly” with the "little people" when you are in the "Big House." (Not prison, the governor's mansion).

One thing I know for sure is that inside every seemingly “ruthless” politician, lives a person, a human being.  I happen to know Scott is a good person.

As governor, I don't know, maybe this is not the right gig for him, or he for it. Maybe the “Beast” he inherited was too Beasty, which bought the "Beast" out of him. Or maybe it is that we (voters) are all a bunch of fickle unsatisfied whiners, who do so when we don't get exactly what we want or expect, like little children.

We shout and cry, “do-over, recall.”  

It’s so very bizarre to me, but it appears like a lot of folks (especially Wauwatosians) who helped him get elected, now want him recalled. I just feel disappointed that most of Wisconsin did not experience Scott Walker as I did.  

A true friend, is just that a true friend. They don't disown you when you do something they don't like or something you consider "wrong." A true friend treats you as you have always treated them, and for me 
 in my own experience, he is a "good man."

Tonight, I heard two historians speak about the Thule Society, Nazism and the Holocaust. One of the speakers recalled, "Hoover, some say he was not a great president, but some say he was a great man."   

It is definitely hard to hate someone who was great to "you," personally.  I understand, I don't condone.  It isn't always you get an honor and opportunity to know someone like the governor, when he wasn't   a governor. He was compassionate, generous and kindhearted, as was his family  when it didn't matter because my vote wasn't being tallied and when all that he was running for was his toddler sons. 

I hear what people say. I too am experiencing job loss, economic frustration and such, during his tenure. Nearly half of my race is unemployed in this county.  

They say politics changes people. Maybe this happened. Or maybe, I was hoodwinked into “friending” him.  

It is, in my humble opinion, it is of no consequence, because no matter who is at the helm of our state, "coloreds" in Milwaukee will still struggle, be unemployed "en masse" and experience being pulled over at higher rates – for the good of the “poor inner city” people.  

I suppose we can just blame it all on Scott Walker, like we blame Obama for his inheritance. No, I can’t.  

He is no angel, I suppose. But he was far from a demon...once upon a time.




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Noodle Posted: 6/13/2012 4:19:57 PM
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Scott Walker may have"inhereted" problems like Barak Obama, but Obama isn't going out of his way to target the weakest members of society & making them pay the highest costs to fix things. Who are the people who paid the most dearly for Walker's "big fix"? That would be the poor, the elderly, children, the handicapped. Instead of trying to help the people who need it the most, he cut their legs out from under them by kicking them off Badger Care, destryong school budgets, the place that for many children is the only stability in their lives, effectively worsening schools that are already struggling to help those that need it most. Closing mental health facilities, even cutting aid to our veterans. You may have known this man as kind and generous 15 years ago, but to me, he is a heartless monster.
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