historical novels to learn history so I found a copy of a book called The Bastard by John Jakes. Probably not the book she had in mind. I became addicted to reading about this strange family of American Revolutionaries. They did wild things. The men took off the women’s clothes and played with their body parts. The women did the same to the men. Finally, one scene used words like “semen” and “thrust his penis into her opening” and later she had a baby. Finally, it all made sense. It sounded gross, but it fit with what Daddy had tried to explain to me.
The second or third book in the series talked about two men on a ship during the War of 1812. One man attacked the other and tried to “thrust” into the man’s butt-hole. The man who was to be the “thrustee” spotted the bulge in the “thruster’s” pants and fended him off before he could execute his sex act. The word “sodomy” was used. I read and reread that part several times. A light dawned and I became further enlightened to these adult secrets.
I campaigned for Ronald Reagan in 1980. When he came to the campus of Bob Jones University, I got to hear him speak and, after his speech, I got to shake his hand as well as Nancy’s. I was the happiest twelve-year-old in the world that day.
The late Dr. Bob Jones, Jr., was the former president and, in 1980, the current chancellor of Bob Jones University. We referred to him affectionately as “Junior.” He was world-renowned for being a loose cannon. He was old and didn’t care what came out of his mouth. Quite frequently his comments in our daily chapel service earned him ridicule or condemnation on the national news at night. He called Betty Ford a “slut” and prayed that God strike Al Haig dead. I and the other five thousand students, faculty, and administrators in the building joined him in that prayer.
“Dr. Bob [Junior] will fool you,” reported the Washington Post in the eighties. “He’s not at all what the media has put him up to be. You’d think he was some backward hick who barely knew his English. He’s not like that at all. He’s multifaceted…he’s a fine Shakespearean actor.”
The paper contained a 2,500-word story on the seventy-two-year old Dr. Bob Junior and his passion for the arts. “A painted portrait of the chancellor hangs just outside his office. It shows Bob Jones dressed as Shylock. There is a Bible in the painting—and a statue of the Bard.”
The story was that Dr. Bob Junior had wanted to be a professional Shakespearean actor, but that his father, the fire-and-brimstone turn-of-the-century evangelist, had persuaded his only son to sacrifice his passion for the stage and serve the Lord. While Junior may have not become a professional actor, every year he performed in at least one Shakespeare play and all of the students, staff, and faculty were required to attend. His sermons were also much more of a theatrical monologue than a theological discourse.
At the formal plays and concerts, which were also part of the “Artists Series,” all of the members of the audience showed their respect for the Jones family by standing when the Joneses arrived and took their seats in the special box reserved for the university’s “first family.”
Junior’s talents were not restricted to the stage. He was an avid art collector and today visitors come from all over the world to admire the University’s art collection. The Washington Post story focused primarily on Junior’s taste in paintings.
“Art feeds hunger in the hearts of men,” Dr. Jones Junior is reported to have said.
The Post noted the seeming contradictions presented by Dr. Bob Junior and his artistic preferences. “Protestant fundamentalists, whose wood churches are as spare as white china doorknobs, whose unpretentious hymns are shoveled out four-square, traditionally oppose pubic [sic] ostentation. Yet these Baroque pictures—with their ecstasies of passion, their flesh and writhing limbs—are
The second or third book in the series talked about two men on a ship during the War of 1812. One man attacked the other and tried to “thrust” into the man’s butt-hole. The man who was to be the “thrustee” spotted the bulge in the “thruster’s” pants and fended him off before he could execute his sex act. The word “sodomy” was used. I read and reread that part several times. A light dawned and I became further enlightened to these adult secrets.
I campaigned for Ronald Reagan in 1980. When he came to the campus of Bob Jones University, I got to hear him speak and, after his speech, I got to shake his hand as well as Nancy’s. I was the happiest twelve-year-old in the world that day.
The late Dr. Bob Jones, Jr., was the former president and, in 1980, the current chancellor of Bob Jones University. We referred to him affectionately as “Junior.” He was world-renowned for being a loose cannon. He was old and didn’t care what came out of his mouth. Quite frequently his comments in our daily chapel service earned him ridicule or condemnation on the national news at night. He called Betty Ford a “slut” and prayed that God strike Al Haig dead. I and the other five thousand students, faculty, and administrators in the building joined him in that prayer.
“Dr. Bob [Junior] will fool you,” reported the Washington Post in the eighties. “He’s not at all what the media has put him up to be. You’d think he was some backward hick who barely knew his English. He’s not like that at all. He’s multifaceted…he’s a fine Shakespearean actor.”
The paper contained a 2,500-word story on the seventy-two-year old Dr. Bob Junior and his passion for the arts. “A painted portrait of the chancellor hangs just outside his office. It shows Bob Jones dressed as Shylock. There is a Bible in the painting—and a statue of the Bard.”
The story was that Dr. Bob Junior had wanted to be a professional Shakespearean actor, but that his father, the fire-and-brimstone turn-of-the-century evangelist, had persuaded his only son to sacrifice his passion for the stage and serve the Lord. While Junior may have not become a professional actor, every year he performed in at least one Shakespeare play and all of the students, staff, and faculty were required to attend. His sermons were also much more of a theatrical monologue than a theological discourse.
At the formal plays and concerts, which were also part of the “Artists Series,” all of the members of the audience showed their respect for the Jones family by standing when the Joneses arrived and took their seats in the special box reserved for the university’s “first family.”
Junior’s talents were not restricted to the stage. He was an avid art collector and today visitors come from all over the world to admire the University’s art collection. The Washington Post story focused primarily on Junior’s taste in paintings.
“Art feeds hunger in the hearts of men,” Dr. Jones Junior is reported to have said.
The Post noted the seeming contradictions presented by Dr. Bob Junior and his artistic preferences. “Protestant fundamentalists, whose wood churches are as spare as white china doorknobs, whose unpretentious hymns are shoveled out four-square, traditionally oppose pubic [sic] ostentation. Yet these Baroque pictures—with their ecstasies of passion, their flesh and writhing limbs—are
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