Mid-winter’s gloom
by L. Arthalia Cravin
Over the past two months two men that I know have tried to commit suicide. One was 41 the other 91. Both were Anglo males. During church services yesterday a young man stood up during the welcome of visitors to state that he was a member of the military stationed at a local base, and that the night before a person in his squadron had killed himself.
Suicide is a very troubling issue. When it involves the young it is seen as a sign of serious emotional difficulties requiring psychological intervention. For older individuals, as well as those who are suffering from serious illness, there is that touchy issue of “the right to die.” The 91 year old individual, whom I have known for four years, lives four doors from me. His wife of 62 years died a little over a year ago. Their two grown children now live in Florida and Michigan and the grandchildren are scattered as far away as Australia. He confessed his near suicide after I took him freshly baked T-cakes. As soon as I entered his kitchen he was suddenly overwrought and told me that he had been depressed and just wanted “out.” He took sleeping pills, went inside his closed garage, got in his car and turned on the motor. He was saved by a repairman who heard the motor running inside the garage, left, drove around the block then felt an overwhelming urge to return—just in time.
The 41 year old individual lives 900 miles away. His confession of his near suicide came during a phone call when I inquired about his extreme hoarseness. He finally stated that the hoarseness was due to a tube having been placed down his throat during his emergency trip to the hospital after he took a bottle of potent pills. He too just wanted “out.”




A blizzard blanketed springtime as the Rev. Jesse Cortez delivered one of his most eloquent eulogies for the least of his brethren.
Not the color of your skin but the goodness in your heart is what should define you as a person. But many people still judge you by the pigment of your skin, and that’s why studying black history is still important, said Amarillo middle-school students.
Most folks will admit Amarillo is a great place to live and raise a family.
Ruby Lewis as Lady Cool Breeze broke new ground, landing her first job in radio more than 50 years ago. “It was a dream come true,” Lewis said. “I started at KAMQ Radio. It was at Twelfth and Polk Street across from the old Amarillo High School.”
Blood, sweat and tears. Is that what one gets as a
Sherry Lynn Sutton McCullough, 51, of Amarillo, died Thursday, Jan. 31, 2008.
Houston, TX – Black History Month has an added poignancy this year, as it is almost 40 years to the day, since Martin Luther King delivered his “I Have Been to the Mountaintop” speech. In the four decades since that momentous occasion, there have been great strides in civil rights and racial relations – the fact that there is a Black History Month at all would have been unthinkable in 1968.


