The United States of Booze
Published in Marietta Daily Journal Feb. 26, 2017
The reason my father hated alcohol
was that his father and only brother loved it.
One reason I hate it is that so many students I’ve taught loved it also.
My father didn’t like what alcohol
led to when his father and brother consumed it.
I never liked what it led to when high school and college students
consumed it. Memories of the deaths of
students killed by alcohol on Saturday nights still plague my mind. What a waste! What a senseless thing for a nation to have
such an intense love affair with a commodity that kills, maims, and destroys.
The
ads tell us to drink in moderation. There’s
one thing for sure: there’s no such thing as moderate death. Dead is dead.
A lost limb is a lost limb.
Alcohol-related statistics don’t
seem to bother Americans. We label
alcohol an “adult beverage,” pretending our kids understand that they shouldn’t
drink until they are of age. Ha!
Yes, we love our alcohol. Gotta have it after work. Gotta have it in our hands as we stroll
around at parties. Gotta stock it in our
homes because it would offend our guests if they weren’t offered wine.
Georgia has had at least two governors
who didn’t like alcohol. At a political
gathering over a decade ago I told Governor Joe Frank Harris that I appreciated
his stand on drinking. He replied that
the only people who ever brought it up were reporters.
The governor recounted an exchange
with a reporter who asked, “When you’re traveling abroad seeking industry for
Georgia, don’t you think you should respect your hosts and drink with
them?” Governor Harris said he replied,
“Don’t you think any host I visit should respect me if I choose not to drink?”
At another event, my wife quietly
said to First Lady Mary Perdue, wife of Governor Sonny Perdue, “I appreciate the
fact that you don’t serve alcohol.” The
First Lady’s reply was, “We don’t serve it in our permanent home, so we don’t
think we should serve it in our temporary home.”
Most public officials simply don’t hold such
convictions. A close political friend
said to me once, “If anyone can’t be moderate about their drinking, that’s
their problem.” True, at least until the
immoderate drinker gets on the highway.
Then it’s everybody’s problem, including those who preach moderation.
But Jesus performed his first
miracle by turning water into wine. Yes,
and my Italian sister-in-law was appalled when she came to America and observed
what we call “drinking.” In America she
saw drinking and drag racing mixed on a flat stretch of road in front of our
house. She frowned to learn about
drunkenness and its resulting carnage.
In her faltering English she declared, “In
Trieste, we no do this. Wine be like
water.” Perhaps ancient Israel’s wine
was more like Italy’s than America’s. If
Antonia were still living, she would be aghast that in 2013 over 290,000
“Amedicans” were severely injured by drunk driving crashes.
America
is awash in booze. We’re now even making
it at college. My wife’s alma mater,
Middle Tennessee State University, is one of many colleges that now offer a
degree in Fermentation Science. Wonder
how many millions the brewing industry is contributing to the university now.
Located
in Murfreesboro about halfway between Jack Daniels country and Nashville (the
Baptist Vatican), MTSU has no problem teaching fermentation to undergraduate
students who are too young to sample their fermented products legally in
Tennessee.
Oh,
I forgot. In 2016 the Tennessee
legislature passed a law allowing college juniors and seniors under 21 to taste
the fermented product they created as part of their coursework. Students can’t
swallow, though.
Dear Lord!
What a message this sends. Teach
students to make a product that they can’t consume. Sounds like an admission of alcohol’s danger,
to me. Just what we need. Less emphasis on mathematics, language,
history, and pure science and more on producing liquor. Smoking is bad, bad. Producing alcohol at college is good.
According to a 2014 Center for
Disease Control report, just over 88,000 deaths each year are traced to alcohol
use. I suppose that out of 321 million
people, that’s a moderate number we can accept.
Moderate drinking, moderate number of deaths. No problem, except the grieving families who
lost a loved one.
So
drink up, America. Just be
moderate. But watch out for the
immoderate ones, especially on Saturday nights.
And pray that your kids and grandkids will do the same. But expect the typical results, because your
moderation is not working.
Roger
Hines
February
22, 2017
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