On a beautiful, but sad day in May of 2000, the greatest tragedy in the history of Hooper occurred. Incorporators hauled brain-washed people to the polls and by a narrow margin, Hooper went up in smoke. We severed our ties to "mother county, so she can't take care of us anymore. We turned Hooper over to developers, land speculators, growth pushers and an engineering firm.
We elected a one-term mayor who rated high on the "smart charts," but he couldn't handle the heat, so he got out of the kitchen. Our next mayor was completely negligible.
We elected seven rubber-tamp operators, developers, best friends. The "magnificent seven" totally disregarded their obligations to the people who elected them. They immediately started going behind the scenes, circumventing honest representation.
Hooper farmers should have taken turns having council meetings at their farms. That would have resulted in not having to buy fertilizer.
The seven and a mayor, who didn't care, believed citizen had no right to question their authority. Even if this were so, we had every right to question their absurdity.
Being influenced by wealth and greed, and their developer friends, the first thing on the agenda was a very expensive, high-maintenance, power-hungry sewer that sucks. It was forced on the people without giving them a vote. It was, and still is, a $18.5 million blunder. What amazes me is the engineer who designed this white elephant still has a job.
Now, we the people in the sewer area have been plunged into a debt we will endure until we die or "git outta town." Homes in the sewer area are hard to sell because of the highest utility rates in the state.
So, that bring sunshiny day in May, 2000, has come and gone, along with our country-way of living and our quality of life. That good old song is ringing true, "What a difference a day makes."