Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
When we were growing up, my mother would send me and my brothers out into the yard to "police the yard." This meant that we were to look around the yard, see what needed to be cleaned up, and get to work cleaning it up. The condition of our yard was a reflection of our family's pride, and our pride in our neighborhood and community. It didn't matter that some of what we found in the yard was not put there by us. Even if it was messy and dirty and smelly, because it was in our yard, we became responsible for making sure that things were as they should be.
District 6 is the only district in Knoxville whose borders touch every other district. We are, in effect, in all of the other districts' "backyard." Not only does that put us in a very strategic location, it also means that what we do here has the potential to affect not only this district, but all of the surrounding districts as well.
People want to know what issues I'm campaigning on, and I could easily make a list. But, sometimes, a list is too limiting. That would be like me saying I'm only going to focus on the sticks in the yard, when there are cans and weeds and a host of other things that might crop up and need to be addressed. I look at it this way: I'm here to "police my yard." I'm looking around my district and seeing what needs to be done. I'm ready to roll up my sleeves and get to work to make sure District 6 doesn't end up being the "yard" that everybody points at and talks about how messy and dirty and smelly it is.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Yes, Steve Dupree is my brother... but don't hold that against me. (Those of you who know my brother are already smiling.) What can I say? I'm proud to be a Dupree. That name means a lot to a lot of people around this city. Some know me as Adora Dupree's baby brother; others know me as Master Seargent William Franklin Dupree's son, or Eloise Dupree's "number seven" (of nine children). I was born and raised right here in the heart of East Knoxville. I grew up on Cruze Street. I still wear my Austin-East High School Class of '77 t-shirt (even though it's just a little snug around the middle -- okay, a lot snug -- and even though I graduated from Catholic High.)
I can still remember sitting in class, practicing my signature and daydreaming about one day becoming an attorney and making a difference. Preparing for the fulfillment of that dream took me out of Knoxville to Howard University in Washington, D.C., but my heart has always been right here in East Knoxville. So I came back to make a difference in my own hometown, because this is still where I live.