Mr. Peacock exemplifies Bulldog pride
While the word peacock may not appear to coincide with a bulldog image at first glance, as a Baker High graduate, I know the two go hand in hand. Jerry Peacock, a Baker High administrator, not only worked as principal when I went to high school, but also as the vice principal when my parents went to high school. Mr. Peacock took the time to learn every name of every student, often times before they were even in high school. He also worked countless hours encouraging students to succeed. I cannot think of a more appropriate way to express the gratitude for his sincerity and dedication to Baker High School than to name the court after him.
I offer my condolences to those individuals who do not know Mr. Peacock because they are missing out on knowing an incredible person and educator! I would also encourage those individuals to become more involved in events at Baker High School to see the lasting impact he has had on the student body.
I recently read of the concern of embarrassing commentaries from visiting teams addressed in a previous letter to the editor. I would be surprised if that is the case, but if it is, perhaps those sneering teams should chat with a Baker High athlete about class, a trait Mr. Peacock stressed to instill in his students. If there is anyone who knows about class and bulldog pride, it’s Mr. Peacock.
Thanks Mr. Peacock!
Just seven people decided to name BHS court
A BHS student recently wrote a letter to the editor in support of naming “the new high school court” in honor of former BHS Principal Jerry Peacock, whom she greatly admires.
The student admits, though, “I don’t know the rights or processes of the (5J) board, but to me the decision seems right.”
As best I’ve been able to piece it together, here’s the process the student admittedly does not know about.
Last spring Vice Principal Ben Merrill and Athletic Director Brad Dunton, at the time both employees of Principal Jerry Peacock, suggested to the five members of the School District 5J Board of Directors, that the gym be named for BHS Principal Jerry Peacock. The school board members, outside of any public meeting, decided that was a wonderful idea.
Without attempting to get any other opinions, a motion to that effect was placed on the agenda of the May 20, 2014, school board meeting, where it was passed unanimously without any discussion of the motion’s merits.
So, just seven people were involved in changing a sixty-three-year-old tradition of calling the facility “BHS Gymnasium” and “Bulldog Gymnasium.”
Here are some of the persons not consulted by the 5J Board members: BHS teachers; BHS coaches; BHS students; Baker School District 5J taxpayers; Baker School District 5J voters; and the approximately 7,000 of us who attended BHS over the past 63 years since the gym was constructed.
The School Board members tell me I’m the only one complaining. Yet 56 out of 58 persons who’ve contacted me by email, phone, and in person say they are opposed to renaming the gym. Some say that, if asked, they would have nominated someone else for the honor. But the majority do not want the gym and court renamed at all.
If you asked a dozen people in Baker County to list the popular local hobbies, we’d wager at least eight would mention hunting.
Baker County has more options for hunters than just about any of Oregon’s 35 other counties.
Besides large populations of deer and elk — the two most sought-after big game animals in the state — the county also boasts antelope, bear, cougar, coyotes, and a variety of upland game birds and waterfowl.
Baker County also is unique among Oregon counties in having hunting seasons for mountain goats as well as both of the state’s bighorn sheep species — California and Rocky Mountain.
But hunting is a lot more than a sport around here.
It’s also an integral part of the economy.
The Endangered Species Act can be a frightening law if an animal that has the power of the federal government behind it happens to live on your property.
And no species has prompted more concern among Baker County landowners — cattle ranchers in particular — than the sage grouse.
But even as federal officials ponder whether to list the sage grouse as threatened or endangered — a final decision is due in September 2015 — local landowners can ease their fears by enrolling in what amounts to an insurance policy.
The following input reflects my own thoughts and do not reflect the opinion of the 5J School Board.
By the way, I tend to write in an “unvarnished” manner when in a mood. Enjoy.
We, as a board, decided to honor someone, and named the large gym in the high school “Peacock Court.” If that upsets you, I expect to see you at the next school board meeting to make public comment. We welcome community involvement. If that makes you giggle, and you are over age 15, you will someday mature.
Regarding the Dec. 3 letter to the editor:
I don’t understand how the board’s decision became “pompous.” I don’t think that word means what some think it means. Were you even there? After all, no one who has recently written about the decision was there to my knowledge. We made a decision. That is what we are elected to do. It was just a decision, no pomposity involved.
1. It was written that the board “...completely ignore what would seem proper protocol.” I suppose it might “seem” so to some, but we followed proper protocol, and I don’t live in a world of what “seems,” I live in the world of what “is.” This comment is therefore invalid. If the only complaint is “style points” with how we went about it, fine, I will live with my actions. This “scab picking” is old. The displeasure is duly noted. Got it. I made my decision. I am moving on to the next issue. Please feel free to discuss this with me prior to the next board meeting. I will show up an hour early for convenience.
2. The people who have been asked if they knew who Mr. Peacock was must not have been the least involved in the workings of the school district for the last three decades (1984-2014). Otherwise they would know of Mr. Peacock’s vast contributions. An average of 100 students per year group, plus at least one relative, times 30 years equals well over 6,000 people who know who Jerry Peacock is.
Why should anyone think these people would suddenly, out of thin air, care one bit about the naming of a gym? Likewise, the obviously scientific poll of “People Gary Dielman Knows” gave similar results. I think he reported the results here some weeks back, but I was not up to reading another screed.
3. Again, I read of the tiresome issue of Mr. Peacock’s last name. Did any of us pick our last name? I doubt Jerry Peacock did. But I bet he is proud of it, and should be. If someone wants to make that an issue, it says more about them than our Bulldogs, and they need to look in the mirror, and grow up. If visiting teams make comments, again it says more about them than our students.
Does anyone really think our students are that weak of character? Our kids are made of stouter stuff than you give them credit for. They are creative enough to come up with a retort that will shame opponents who dare to belittle their gym. Would all this be an issue if Jerry Peacock’s name was Brock Sampson? Or Thor Armstrong? His name is an irrelevant side issue that I consider childish. If I hear about it as an issue again I am going to puke.
4. The decision was not behind closed doors. Gather facts before accusing. This is not Ferguson, Missouri, where feelings override facts. I guess this answers my earlier “Were you even there?” question. The Dec. 3 letter author wasn’t. Otherwise, they would not make obviously wrong claims. They didn’t know one way or the other, so they guessed. Nice research, champ.
5. The only public outcry I have seen or heard has been generated by Mr. Dielman’s letter, which also made an issue of Mr. Peacock’s last name. I was taught that when one side starts getting personal, they have run out of facts, and the other side has won the argument. If we are all going to be consistent, I should expect a hue and cry from the crowd, pouting about an entire exterior wall of the high school that has been painted to honor a teacher.
6. Since it seems to be in fashion, I’ll make fun of my own name: Why hasn’t one swinging Richard gotten off their recliner on one Tuesday evening to make one public comment at one school board meeting since we made this decision several months ago? All I can conclude is that no one cares; a few are just barely pouty or sulky enough to write the editor.
I am curious about the stir that the naming of the Helen M. Stack building caused back in the 1920s. My word, an entire building? (.....oh, wait, now I got it: people had real issues to worry about back then, and thicker skins) I’m sure someone will have the time on their hands to pore through the archives at the library and set me straight.
In summary, don’t make assumptions. Gather information before making accusations, or else you look stup… how do I put this delicately.....“poorly prepared” to make your point.
We all have a generation of kids to prepare for a hard world out there. I suggest we hold hands, and focus on preparing them. We will all be dead for a very long time. Our kids are what we will have to show for ourselves. Not a gym name....
Rich McKim is a member of the Baker School Board.
Thank you, Mr. Peacock:
On Nov. 25 I was walking to the main office in Baker High School, passing through the Commons. I saw Mr. Peacock talking to some of my fellow classmates. As I approached, I realized that everyone that passed by addressed Mr. Peacock. Kids I had never seen before; we were all from different friend grounds and backgrounds. But one thing, one person, united us all. That man was Mr. Peacock. We all knew him and he new all of us — every last one.
Let me give one of my personal stories about Mr. Peacock. I didn’t attend public school until my junior year. One time during my junior high years I had come to the high school for one of my brother’s sports fundraisers. Mr. Peacock saw me. I knew of him but didn’t know him personally. He saw me and said, “Hi, Little Payton.” I was known. No one in the entire school knew me or bothered to ask me who I was. But one person cared. Mr. Peacock somehow knew me when I was unknown. I am now a senior and his caring personality is still ingrained in my mind with admiration.
And I am not the only one he knew. Last year I would see him standing in the halls between classes saying “hi” to students and addressing them by their names. He knew them. And he still does; he still cares.
Some may say that it was a mistake to name the new school court after Mr. Peacock. I personally strongly disagree. There is no person more worthy than Mr. Peacock to be the namesake for the new court. He united our school for years, knowing every student. He has impacted students and the entire school with his leadership. Baker High School is blessed to have a former principal as amazing and inspiring as Mr. Peacock to dedicate the court to.
I read a letter to the editor criticizing the school board for not involving the community in the decision to name the hew high school court. I don’t know the rights or processes of the board, but to me the outcome of their decision seems right. To say I’m not biased would be a lie. But it’s hard not to be when I have experienced Mr. Peacock’s impact in our school.
A quote from the letter states that, “Actually, it seems a little weird. It (the name Peacock) doesn’t fit well, in my opinion, with the bulldog image. Having that name painted on the floor is strange.” Sure, it seems weird to put the name “Peacock” on a school with the bulldog as their mascot. But to say that it does not fit well with the bulldog image is a false statement. Mr. Peacock has invested immensely into the high school and has impacted many individuals in his 22 years as principal. If I could pick one individual to represent our school’s image, it would be Mr. Peacock.
The name was not chosen as an alternative mascot, it was chosen to honor one man, alongside the symbol of Baker High School, to show how much he has meant to our school.
“Naming a gym for a guy who will soon be forgotten is silly.”
I agree, naming a gym after a guy who will soon be forgotten is silly. But that’s the thing — Mr. Peacock will not soon be forgotten. He has left a permanent mark on me and many other individuals in our school and community. I guess those who have not met Mr. Peacock do not understand this, but those of us who will be using the court — current Baker High School students and future students — know and will hear about the great principal who led this school with nobility and love. We will all understand why the court was named after such a great man.
We love you, Mr. Peacock. Thanks for everything you have done for us.
Oregon Gov. John Kitzhaber figures he and the state’s legislators know better than you do how to spend some of the money you earn.
The notion that the state might collect more money from income taxes than it needs to provide public services seems never to occur to many politicians.
Fortunately, Oregon’s unique income tax “kicker” law occasionally forces them to at least discuss the issue.
Your most boring day can become a family heirloom, more valuable than any diamond.
But only if you write down the details, however banal they might seem at the time.
The passage of decades transforms the routine and forgettable rituals of life into memories that provoke laughter and tears.
I’m referring, as you’ve no doubt figured out, to a diary.
With rare exceptions — Anne Frank’s being the obvious example — diaries have very few readers.
School board ignores public in naming court
Regarding the naming of our school’s gym floor “Peacock Court”: After reading of this remarkably pompous decision by the Board to completely ignore what would seem proper protocol to include the public’s input in the decision-making process, I asked people if they knew who Peacock was, only one person of the 14 I asked knew! When the Board of Director’s decided to name the court “Peacock” without public input, they made it clear they have little respect for public opinion on such an important matter. Evidently the Board does not acknowledge the public’s right to input on something that represents our community. This is not to mention that it’s the public that pays the taxes to support our educational institutions, and elects the Board.
The name will most assuredly generate embarrassing commentary from visiting teams for future generations of our students to endure for years to come. I sincerely hope this behind-closed-doors decision generates the public outcry that it deserves!
So Charles Manson is engaged.
And you thought the Thanksgiving dinner conversation at your family’s table was awkward.
Fianceé: “I’ve decided to get married.”
Mother: “How exciting! And please pass the sweet potatoes. Do we know him?”
Fianceé: “Well, you might have heard of him, yes. Ever read “Helter Skelter?”
Father, after his wife nose dives into the gravy bowl: “Does anyone here know how to do the Heimlich maneuver?”
Manson, whose messianic visage once dominated the covers of such esteemed magazines as Life and Rolling Stone, hasn’t gotten much publicity this century.
But the announcement that a 26-year-old woman, Afton Elaine Burton, plans to marry Manson, who turned 80 earlier this month and has been in prison in California since 1969, sent TV producers scrambling to find the grainy news footage that’s familiar to anyone who has a passing knowledge of the Manson case.
One thing we ought to do, in discussing the situation in Ferguson, Missouri, is define the word “protester.”
People who bust windows and burn and loot businesses are not protesters.
There is no legitimate reason to destroy or to steal someone else’s property to express your disgust at a grand jury’s decision not to indict Ferguson police officer Darren Wilson for fatally shooting Michael Brown, who had no weapon, on Aug. 9.
The owners of those businesses didn’t kill Brown.
And they didn’t serve on the grand jury.
They’re innocent. And they’re victims, just as Brown is.
Real protesters, those who are truly aggrieved by the grand jury’s decision and who want to effect change, can also gather in the streets.
They can march and chant and they can even yell at the police officers whose job it is to preserve a semblance of order.
Indeed, protesters did all of those things in Ferguson.
We understand why they’re outraged.
No matter how legally sound the grand jury’s conclusion might be — a decision not to indict a police officer in a fatal shooting is, after all, the most common result — a reasonable person recognizes that something went wrong in Ferguson.
We’re certainly not satisfied with the notion that when a police officer has an altercation with an unarmed man — even a man who, like Brown, punches the officer and later charges at him — that the unarmed man must end up dead.
Nor can we dismiss the racial issues. Wilson is white, Brown black. A disproportionate number of fatal police shootings involve black victims.
No sane person wants these tragedies to continue.
But we’re less likely to make meaningful progress as a society if some people use the death of someone they didn’t even know as an excuse for causing mayhem.
That’s the act of a coward, not a protester.