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When Carolina ladies made history

4Over the next couple of years, you’ll hear a great deal about the 250th anniversary of our country’s founding.
In July 2026, Americans will cheer the semiquincentennial — best add that word to your spelling list — of the Declaration of Independence. Even before that, however, we’ll witness other semiquincentennial celebrations: of the April 1775 battles of Lexington and Concord that ignited the Revolutionary War, of the June 1775 battle of Bunker Hill that forced the British to take the rebellion more seriously, and of battles of Moore’s Creek Bridge here in North Carolina (February 1776) and Sullivan’s Island in South Carolina (June 1776) that, together, frustrated Britain’s original scheme for subduing the southern colonies.
These and many other consequential battles preceding the Declaration of Independence deserve commemoration. I plan to do my part with a series of columns on the Carolinas’ contributions to the war effort.
But as John Adams memorably argued in a letter written nearly two decades after his presidential term, the American Revolution didn’t start with a musket shot.
“The Revolution was effected before the war commenced,” Adams observed. “The Revolution was in the minds and hearts of the people.”
Quite so. That’s why we don’t mark Independence Day as September 3, 1783, when British and American diplomats signed the Treaty of Paris that officially brought the Revolutionary War to a close.
Nor do we date the country’s start as October 19, 1781, when General Charles Cornwallis surrendered to General George Washington at Yorktown.
Americans had to win a war to secure their independence, yes. But they were already a self-governing people before the war’s end. Indeed, they were a self-governing people even before the Continental Congress voted in 1776 to approve the Declaration of Independence produced by its brilliant drafting committee of Adams, Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Franklin, Roger Sherman, and Robert Livingston.
Among the intellectual battles that produced the American Revolution so described by John Adams, that revolution of hearts and minds, was an event that occurred right here in North Carolina 250 years ago during the week of Oct. 23. And the revolutionaries who won it wore no blue uniforms and carried no muskets.
The ladies of Edenton wore dresses.
On October 25, 1774, Penelope Barker called together 50 other female residents of the colony’s former capital on the Albemarle Sound. They met in the home of Elizabeth King to discuss the work of North Carolina’s First Provincial Congress, which had met in August in New Bern, and America’s First Continental Congress, which had just concluded its session in Philadelphia.
Both congresses had opted to use economic means, not military means, to compel the British Parliament to remove its tax on tea.
The fundamental issue wasn’t financial. Americans were, relatively speaking, lightly taxed. But they insisted the power to tax lay with their own colonial legislatures, not with Parliament. Allowing faraway politicians to levy taxes to fund royal governors would make Americans vassals, not citizens.
Penelope Barker and her friends agreed. At what came to be called the “Edenton Tea Party,” they pledged not to purchase tea or other goods from Britain until it rescinded its illegal dictates. The women were “determined to give memorable proof of their patriotism,” calling it a duty “not only to our near and dear connections” but “to ourselves.”
This was one of the first political events led by American women — and it was far from play-acting. There was real danger. Penelope’s husband Thomas Barker was in London at the time, serving as essentially North Carolina’s lobbyist to the British government.
Other signatories’ husbands played key roles in public affairs on both sides of the Atlantic. Over the ensuing months, the cauldrons of revolution churned, bubbled, then boiled over. When war broke out, Thomas Barker fled to France, only managing to return to Penelope in 1778.
So, let’s all raise a toast to the ladies who met in Edenton 250 years ago to strike a blow for liberty. Just don’t toast them with tea.

Editor’s note: John Hood is a John Locke Foundation board member. His latest books, Mountain Folk and Forest Folk, combine epic fantasy with early American history (FolkloreCycle.com).

(Photo: A memorial bronze teapot in Edenton, NC commemorates the 51 women who protested the British Tea Tax. This was different than the Boston Tea Party in that the protestors in Edenton refused to purchase tea and other British goods. ... And they were all women. Photo by Alyson Hansen)

Rumpelstiltskin, or what’s in a name?

5This close to the Presidential election things are looking grim. Negative commercials abound. Each side accuses the other of being the Anti-Christ. Had enough talk about childless cat ladies, Nude Africa, crazy liberals, Cat-kabobs, and fake news? Fear not, keeping with the grim nature of our times, here is a Grimms’ Fairy Tale to ease your mind from the constant demands for money from your favorite candidate.
Today we visit the story of He Who Must Not be Named – our pal Rumpelstiltskin. There is a pattern in Fairy Tales, wherein someone kites a check that a third person must cash or suffer ugly consequences. Today’s story is no different.
Once upon a time, there was a poor Miller with a beautiful daughter. One day the Miller ran into the King at a local Trader Joe’s. The Miller was anxious to make a good impression. He did what anyone would do. He told the King that his daughter could spin straw into gold. The King, who had been bored up to that point, perked up his ears at the thought of free gold. He told the Miller to bring her to the castle to spin some straw into gold. The Miller realized he committed a major party foul but had no choice except to deliver his daughter to the castle.
The King took Miss Miller to a room stuffed with straw. He told her unless she spun all the straw into gold by morning she would be killed. This put pressure on Miss Miller as she had no idea how to spin straw into gold. Like many Fairy Tale Maidens, she wept piteously. Suddenly a Short Dude unlocked the door and inquired why she was crying. She explained her problem to him. He said if you give me something I will do the job. She gave him her necklace which started him spinning straw into gold. When the King came by the next morning, the room was filled with gold. Kings tend to be greedy. This King was no exception. He took her to a larger room filled with more straw, telling her: “Spin it into gold or die in the morning.”
Her weeping resumed. Short Dude showed up again. He asked for a bribe and Miss Miller gave him her ring. “No problem!” said Short Dude spinning it all into gold. The King was tickled to death with the new gold. He took her to a giant room filled with straw and told her if she spun it all into gold, he would marry her to make her his Queen. When Short Dude showed up this time, she had nothing left to give him. Short Dude told her if she gave him her firstborn child, he would spin all the straw into gold. She promised to do so to avoid death and gain Queendom.
The King married her and about a year later she gave birth to a bambino. Sure enough, Short Dude showed up demanding the child. The Queen wept again, begging him not to take the child. He told her if she guessed his name in three days she could keep her child. She sent a messenger to scour the Kingdom for odd names. On the first day, she guessed Casper, Melchior, or Balthazar (Extra Credit: these are names of the 3 Wise Men). Wrong! On the second day, she guessed Pickleburster, Hankydank, and Mustardplaster. All wrong. Panic set in. She sent out her messenger one last time. He came back with a story about seeing a Short Dude dancing in the woods singing: “One more day and then she’ll see/ The Royal child belongs to me! / Water, earth, and air, and flame/ Rumpelstiltskin is my name.” The Queen was happy as a clam on hearing this.
Short Dude showed up the next day demanding his name. The Queen messed with him, guessing Tom, Dick, and Harry. Finally, she asked him if his name was Rumpelstiltskin. Short Dude went into a Freak Off worthy of P. Diddy. He shouted: “The Devil told you that!” He was so mad he stomped his right foot into the ground all the way up to his waist. Then he took his left foot in his hands and tore himself in half. Ouch! Yikes! & Gross!
So, what have we learned about names today? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. I went to the desert on a horse with no name. My name is Puddin-In-Tane, ask me again and I’ll tell you the same. To quote Mick Jagger: “Please allow me to introduce myself, I’m a man of wealth and taste. Pleased to meet you. Hope you guess my name.”

(Illustration by Pitt Dickey)

Be careful what we wish for

5In early September 1996, the Dickson’s home in Haymount was battered by Hurricane Fran, leaving an enormous tree branch across our front yard. Every other house on our one-block street suffered a tree crashing through their roofs, making terrifying sounds that residents heard from their basement shelters. Our next-door neighbors had two trees, one in the front and one in the back. The house behind ours was severed into two parts. Blessedly the mother and young daughter inside survived, physically unharmed. Power was out for days, making the post-storm heat and humidity almost unbearable.
Hurricane Fran tore through Fayetteville and much of eastern and central North Carolina, leaving both devastation and carnage in her wake. Our state suffered 26 fatalities, making Fran the deadliest and most expensive natural disaster in North Carolina history at that time. Like other major hurricanes including Hazel in October 1954, Fran became the benchmark by which other storms were measured.
Until, that is, Hurricane Helene, which dropped 40 trillion gallons of rain across the Southeast. If all that water had fallen in North Carolina, the entire state would have been under 3 ½ feet of water, according to Ed Clark of the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration’s Water Center.
At this writing, much of western North Carolina had no power or cell phone coverage. Clean water was in short supply as were food, shelter, and gasoline in some places. Schools and roads were closed with few openings in sight. Family and friends were still searching for loved ones, and rescue operations were morphing into recovery efforts. Helene’s death toll was approaching 230 people, with about half of them in North Carolina. It was still rising, with officials acknowledging that some victims may never be found and some of those who are found will never be identified.
Helene is a new and terrifying benchmark.
Mother Nature has her own agenda that we mere humans do not know or even pretend to understand. None of us anticipated the power of Helene or the massive amounts of water she expended in western North Carolina. Helene is being described as a once-in-a-lifetime storm, an event with Biblical scope, over which we had no control.
That said, experts are saying there are measures we could have taken that might have mitigated Helene’s destruction and devastating death toll, measures we should now prioritize.
Both scientists and common sense tell us that storms are getting stronger and more frequent, with Helene being the most recent example. Hindsight is often 20/20 but there is little doubt now that we are seeing the results of human-caused climate change, which probably cannot be stopped but perhaps can be slowed down by limiting our use of fossil fuels. This should not be a political issue, because both Democrats and Republicans want to survive.
In addition, over the last 15 years, the North Carolina General Assembly has bowed to development and constructions interests, rejecting building requirements in western counties with construction on slopes at risk of landslides. The legislature also lengthened the timetable required for building code updates and allowed more paving of green spaces, increasing flood risks.
There is no way to assess Helene’s aftermath had measures aimed at climate change and commercial development been in place, but it is a fact that, in part, we are reaping what we have sewn. Helene can and should be our signal to take new paths in the coming years.
As Anita Crowder told the Washington Post at the remains of her father’s house in Swannanoa about the turning point of this moment.
“Two different eras. Things will be totally different.”

Publisher's Pen: The dogged Dogwood Festival

4Kudos to Dogwood Festival board chair Andrew Porter, long-term senior volunteer Jackie Tuckey, and the many residents and volunteers trying to save and preserve the Fayetteville Dogwood Festival for future generations.
This has very little chance of happening if Dogwood leadership continuously ignores the apparent tenets of success. Their newly hired Executive Director, Jim Long, tendered his resignation on October 9th after only ten days on the job. This should have been a wake-up call to the DF board that "all that glitters is not gold. "
Long lasted longer than I predicted and should never have been hired. Obviously, minimal vetting was done on this candidate's talent, capabilities, and successes.
I'm not Mr. Obvious; on Oct. 1, the Dogwood Festival committee announced the hiring of Long as their new executive director and touted with exuberant enthusiasm his qualifications as a promotions and events manager with a wealth of knowledge of the entertainment industry and the Fayetteville community. He may have provided the Dogwood board with a resume complete with a long, impressive list of experiences, but it's doubtful that a long list of successes accompanied it.
And, if Long's tenure with the Fayetteville Motor Speedway, with its history and local reputation as an entertainment venue, is his primary connection to the Fayetteville/ Cumberland County community, a red flag, not a checkered flag, should have gone up immediately.
Moving forward, there is a path to success if the Dogwood Festival committee focuses on returning to the basics. I've been involved with, participated in, and have knowledge of the Dogwood Festival since it was Sunday on the Square in the '80s, and our major annual DF fundraiser was Cowchip Bingo. This was decades ago, and yes, Fayetteville has changed, but the people have not.
For the Dogwood Festival to succeed, it must return to the basics. It needs:
Leadership. They need to hire someone with enthusiasm, dedication, personality, knowledge of the industry, and integrity.
Someone who can navigate the community, exuberate excitement, and restore confidence in the community's longest-running, free, fun, family outdoor entertainment event.
The Board. The Festival needs a robust and dedicated working board emphasizing the word, working. This board should have representation from all municipalities in Cumberland County, including Fort Liberty, with volunteers who are motivated, willing, and able to support the Executive Director while ensuring all aspects of the Festival are inclusive and diverse.
Lastly, but no less important is that we, as a community, must make an exerted effort to dismantle those legendary and crippling self-centered silos that are maintained and fortified by the City of Fayetteville, Cumberland County, the Convention & Visitors Bureau (Distinctly Fayetteville), Chamber of Commerce, the Arts Council, Downtown Alliance, and Cool Spring District.
These organizations have to unite for the betterment of the community and start working together, communicating and collaborating. Otherwise, the Dogwood Festival, and any other major local initiative with the intent of creating a positive image of Fayetteville or contributing to a higher quality of life, will be challenging to achieve.
Last year's Festival was successful with a redefined definition of success. By any standard, it was Dogwood Festival lite. Hopefully, the Festival's management can return it to its former prestige as North Carolina's number 1 FREE Outdoor Festival.
However, it will be determined by the people, businesses, and organizations that care about this community more than they do about themselves. The Silos must go! Jus sayin.
Thank you for reading Up & Coming Weekly.

(Photo: The 2022 Dogwood Festival saw people from all over Cumberland County and beyond visiting downtown Fayetteville. Photo courtesy of the Dogwood Festival's Facebook Page)

Helene shows value of fiscal restraint

4The devastation wreaked on North Carolina by Hurricane Helene will take weeks to assess, months to clear out, and years to repair or rebuild. Second only to the value of the lives lost will be the exorbitant fiscal and economic costs of our recovery.
Our state government is reasonably well-prepared to shoulder its share. Our federal government is not.
Last week, the General Assembly authorized an initial $273 million withdrawal from North Carolina’s rainy-day fund to cover initial recovery expenses and changes in elections administration. Gov. Roy Cooper signed the bill.
That’s only the first tranche of state expenditure. Lawmakers will return to the capital more than once before year’s end, then commence regular session in early 2025. They’ll appropriate much more money for various reconstruction efforts, from academic campuses and government offices to highways, bridges, water systems, and other infrastructure.
North Carolina has lots of money set aside. The rainy-day fund itself still contains about $4.5 billion. Other accounts and our unreserved credit balance contain billions more. I don’t mean to minimize the storm’s staggering costs. I’m just pointing out that the General Assembly won’t have to cut other programs, raise taxes, or borrow money to fulfill its responsibilities.
Congress is another story. Over the past couple of decades, presidents and lawmakers of both parties have run massive federal deficits and made exorbitant spending promises that far exceed any reasonable expectation of revenues at economically sustainable tax rates.
In a recent Reason magazine piece, Veronique de Rugy of the Mercatus Center pointed out that the federal debt now exceeds $28 trillion — $2 trillion more than last year and $6 trillion more than when the Biden-Harris team entered the White House.
“This debt stands at 100% of America’s gross domestic product, which, other than a one-year exception at the end of World War II, is the highest ratio we’ve ever had,” she wrote. “Unlike in 1946, today’s debt is only going to grow. Indeed, debt-to-GDP took a nearly 30-year dive to reach 23% in 1974. Today, federal debt is projected — under the rosiest scenarios — to rise to 166% in 30 years.”
In other words, every dollar Congress authorizes and the executive branch distributes for hurricane relief in North Carolina is, in effect, a borrowed dollar. It represents a debt to be paid in the future, not a gift.
Of course, North Carolinians aren’t the only ones who must pay each dollar back (with interest). Decades ago, our politicians essentially nationalized the provision of relief and reconstruction after natural disasters. I don’t think that was wise. States and localities ought to make their own preparations and save their own money to handle future emergencies.
But at this point, I’m not sure how to extricate ourselves from this process. If Congress passed a law next year to slash federal disaster relief and then Kansas gets clobbered by tornados, their taxpayers could reasonably complain that they helped clean up after North Carolina’s disaster and then didn’t get their “turn” at withdrawing funds for their own.
The next best thing, then, is for future Congresses and presidents to take their budgeting responsibilities more seriously. As I’ve pointed out many times, the opportunity to bring federal revenues and expenditures closer to alignment without painful adjustment has long since passed. The gap is too large.
It can’t be substantially closed by eliminating “waste, fraud, and abuse.” Nor can it be substantially closed by “tax hikes on the wealthy.” Contrary to popular misconception, the United States already has one of the most steeply progressive tax codes in the developed world. According to the left-wing Institute on Taxation and Economic Policy, the bottom quintile of American taxpayers pay an average of 17% of their income in federal, state, and local taxes. The middle quintile pays 26%. The wealthiest 1% pay 35%.
Washington’s fiscal recklessness should be one of the top voting issues this year. Alas, it isn’t. But ignoring the problem won’t make it go away.

Editor’s Note: John Hood is a John Locke Foundation board member. His latest books, Mountain Folk and Forest Folk, combine epic fantasy with early American history (FolkloreCycle.com).

(Photo: Republican lawmakers speak at a news conference introducing the first relief bill for Hurricane Helene. Gov. Roy Cooper signed the bill into law on Oct. 10. Photo courtesy of Chantal Brown, EducationNC)

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