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Big News: Refs Give Irish a Trip to the Sweet 16

You will have to pardon this digression. I will not normally do my whining here. But the Oklahoma women gave a valiant effort tonight playing 5 on 8. Just look at the box score. Oklahoma outrebounded, out 2 pointed, and out 3 pointed the green team. The only stat they didn’t have was free throws. Their opponents shot 24 and the Sooners shot 9. And there was none of that foul ’em to try and catch up ’em with threes at the end of the game nonesense. There were only 3 fouls called on the greenies in the 2nd half and none in the overtime, while their star went to the line 12 times. When did the NCAA pass a rule that if you are a big woman it’s legal to commit mayhem against you on the basketball court? In spite of that the Sooners still had a chance to tie it at the end, but unfortunately their point guard had been fouled out of the game. Oh well, I think I needed something like this to remind me why I hate that greenteam so much.

It was a season where they didn’t quite live up to the pre-season hype but they definitely gave it their best shot at the end. It’s just hard to beat the green shirts and the striped shirts at the same time.



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Posted by on 25 March 2008 in Uncategorized


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Touching Discovery

Peter Schiff

For some reason, I was very moved by the news that a photograph has been found of Peter Schiff, the boy Anne Frank called the “love of her life.”  Leaving aside the fact that she was 11 and he was 13 when they met.  He had always been one of the more intriguing characters in her diary simply because she missed him, wanted to know had happened to him, and had even dreamed about him. If you would like more information about him, go to

Anne Frank writing 1941


Posted by on 27 February 2008 in Uncategorized


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A Frightening Observation

Anne and Azir

I am currently reading two books about two very different and very remarkable women.  They are very different in many ways.  One was born in 1955 and is alive today, the other was born in 1591 and died more than 350 years ago. One has a PhD in literature and the other was taught at home by her father and had no formal education. One had two daughters, the other 16 children. One wrote a best-selling book that won numerous literary awards and has been translated into 32 languages, the other-we have her words only as they appear in the transcript of her trial.  One taught at several universities, the other taught primarily in her own home. One came to England when she was 13 and later went on to North America, the other was born in England and came to North America when she was 43.  One left America to return to her native land, the other never left.  One was raised in a Muslim family, the other in a Christian family.

The categorization of their differences could go on and on, but the striking thing about them is not their differences but their similarities. Both had fathers who held prominent positions in society and were jailed for their religious and political statements. Both were persecuted for teaching ideas that conflicted with governmental and religious authorities. Both were forced to stop teaching by governmental and religious authorities. Both were forced to leave their homes because of governmental and religious authorities. Both were discriminated against because they were women. Both were willing to stand up for their rights in spite of the cost.

Ann Hutchinson was born in England in 1591, came to Boston in 1634, and was excommunicated from the Puritan church and banished from Boston in 1638

Azar Nafisi was born in Iran in 1955, went to England to school when she was 13, continued her education in Norman, Oklahoma, returned to Iran in 1979, and was forced to leave Iran in 1997.

But the frightening observation that is referenced in the title is the similarity between the was women were treated by the two governments.  At one point in telling the story how some of her students were arrested for no reason, Azar Nafisi writes in Reading Lolita in Tehran,

There, despite their protests, the girls were kept in a small, dark room, which they shared the first night with several prostitutes and a drug addict. Their jail wardens came into their room two or three times in the middle of the night to wake up those who might have dozed off, and hurled insults at them. They were held in that room for forty-eight hours. Despite their repeated requests, they were denied the right to call their parents. Apart from brief excursions to the rest room at appointed times, they left the room twice?the first time to be led to a hospital, where they were given virginity tests by a woman gynecologist, who had her students observe the examinations. Not satisfied with her verdict, the guards took them to a private clinic for a second check. On the third day, their anxious parents in Tehran, unable to locate them, were told by the concierge at their villa that their children might have been killed in a recent car accident. They set off at once to the resort town in search of their daughters, and finally found them. The girls were then given a summary trial, forced to sign a document confessing to sins they had not committed and subjected to twenty five lashes.

 While Azar Nafisi was able to avoid this kind of arbitrary arrest and treatment, she was faced with a serious choice if she wished to continue teaching at Tehran University.

I told the Revolutionary Committee that my integrity as a teacher and a woman was being compromised by its insistence that I wear the veil under false pretenses for a few thousand tumans a month. The issue was not so much the veil itself as freedom of choice.  . . .  Little did I know that I would soon be given the choice of either veiling or being jailed, flogged and perhaps killed if I disobeyed.

 As a result of  standing up for her rights as a woman she was ultimately expelled from the university and then faced the choice, not of losing her livlihood, but of losing her life.  Several years later, she and her family left their home in Iran and came to the United States where she would once again have the freedom to teach and to not wear the veil.


Ironically four hundred years earlier, Anne Hutchinson and her family came to a place only four hundred miles away from where Azar teaches today.  They came to a four year old village named Boston to find the religious freedom that they could not find in England. And four years later she, her family, and many of her friends would be banished from Boston for exercising that same religious freedom.


Anne was tried in 1637 by a Massachusetts court of 42 men, including ministers of both the state and the church. Governer John Winthrop served as both chief judge and prosecutor.  Anne was forty-six and well into her fifteenth pregnancy. She was forced to stand for several cold, November days in an unheated meeting house. They accused her of violating the fifth commandment – to “honor the father and mother” – by which they meant her “governmental fathers.”

They voted to banish her from the colony “as being a woman not fit for our society.” Another bit of irony was that one of those sitting on the court, had called for the women of Boston to starting wearing viels.  She was put under house arrest to await her religious trial for heresy. In March 1638, the First Church in Boston conducted the religious trial. This religious court, with several members who had already judged her at the civil trial,  found her guilty of heresy and voted to excommunicate her from the Puritan Church.


The Hutchinsons moved to Rhode Island and helped to found the city of Portsmouth. Her husband, William, died shortly after the move.  Amid rumors that the Bay Colony was going to take over Rhode Island, Anne and her children moved farther south to New Netherlands, hoping to find more freeom in the Dutch colony. But in 1643, Anne and most of her children were killed in an Indian raid.  When the news of her death reached Boston, it was said by some that she had finally gotten her just reward.


In 1922, a statue of Anne and her daughter was erected in front of the Boston state house. Included in the inscription are the words, “COURAGEOUS EXPONENT OF CIVIL LIBERTY AND RELIGIOUS TOLERATION.” But it was not until 1987, that Governor Michael Dukakis pardoned Anne and revoked her banishment.


For those who do not see the similarities between the way these two remarkable women were abused by their society, remember that it was just 50 years after the death of Anne Hutchinson that the good people of Massachusetts began to execute women for witchcraft.  For another example of the cruelty and injustice that were part of that colony read the account of the hanging of Anne’s friend, Mary Dyer.


The frightening observation is that when those who are convinced of the absolute truth of their religion (Muslim or Christian or whatever) are given political power, it is always a thing to be feared. But this is really not a new discovery, an early Baptist preacher in Virginia, John Leland, said in the 18th century,

“Let it suffice on this head to say, that it is not possible in the nature of things to establish religion by human laws without perverting the design of civil law and oppressing the people.”  And that thought was echoed two hundred years later by another Baptist preacher, Herschel Hobbs, at Oklahoma Baptist University, who said, “We’re free. Please, please, don’t ever let anyone take your Baptist freedoms away from you.”


If you would like to check this out for yourself the books are


Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books by Azar Nafisi. Random House (March 25, 2003)

 American Jezebel : The Uncommon Life of Anne Hutchinson, the Woman Who Defied the Puritans by Eve LaPlante



Posted by on 23 February 2008 in Uncategorized


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The Family That Dances Together . . .


Posted by on 22 December 2007 in Uncategorized


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My Father


My Dad, James Edmon Cheek, was born August 16, 1911 in Mangum, OK. He would be 96 today. He was a career army officer, served in WW2 and Korea and retired as a lieutenant colonel. He went back to school, got 2 degrees, and taught social studies at Carl Albert Jr. High in Midwest City, OK until he retired again in 1977. He was hired to teach Oklahoma History at Rose State College (then known as Carl Albert Junior College) but died of a massive heart attack just before the semester started. The picture was taken in Mangum, OK around 1941.


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Posted by on 16 August 2007 in Uncategorized


Leavin’ on a jet plane. . .

One of my favorite pictures of my wife at a very bittersweet time in our life. She’s walking away from me down Waikiki beach. After spending a glorious week together with our 3 month old daughter in Hawaii, I will soon be boarding a plane to go back to Viet Nam.wednesday-may-31-2006-6.jpg

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Posted by on 3 August 2007 in Uncategorized


Bungah Raya


This is one variety of my favorite flower, the bungah raya, the royal flower. That’s what it’s known as in Malaysia where it is the national flower. Around here, most people call it a hibiscus. This plant is by our front porch and is one of the most prolific I’ve ever had.


Posted by on 5 July 2007 in Uncategorized