“No, in fact, I’m going to church.”
How nice, I thought, and yes, black-eyed peas and turnip greens.
Herman’s holding onto that tradition reminded me of an old folk song, and this verse from “The Reverend Mr Black” by Billy Ed Wheeler:
If ever I thought this man was soft, or had any yellow up his back
I give that notion up the day a lumberjack come in, and it wasn’t to pray
He kicked open the meeting house door, and he cussed everyone up and down the floor
Then when things got quiet in the place, he walked up and cussed in the preacher’s face
He hit that reverend like the kick of a mule, and to my way of thinking, it took a pure fool to turn the other cheek to that lumber jack,
But that’s what he did, the Reverend Mr Black
He stood like a rock, a man among men and he let that timber giant hit him again
And then with a voice as quiet as could be, he cut him down like a big oak tree, when he said…
You gotta walk that lonesome valley, you gotta walk it by yourself;
Nobody else will to walk it for you, you have to walk it alone
I like the goal posts Mr Cain has set for himself, and they should be the gold standard for other presidential candidates to try and match. I’m just saying.
He is the “the type” we’re looking for.
More to follow….On Sunday Part II of my interview with Mr Cain, followed by the original Part I from January, on leadership, reprised here.