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Replacement for Mr. Queen Need Not be Right Winged Extremist


Honorable School Board,


The moms in Oldham County who lean left are having a hard time understanding the board's decision to advise Mr. Cory Queen not to accept his position. While I understand he may have a colorful background, no pun intended, it is a poor look for the board to have appointed him and then discouraged him from continuing on with his placement. He is a loving Volleyball dad who has been married to his beautiful wife for 18 years. Negative backlash? I'm sure he and his family have been dealing with that for 18 years. I'm sure Mr. Queen has been dealing with that his whole life, because he is black.

If it isn't about color, it sure appears that way.

While I have supported the board and spoken out against the childish and irresponsible behavior of the anti-vaccers and anti-maskers, I am disappointed in what has unfolded.

Please do the right thing and appoint a candidate who holds similar values to Mr. Queen.

This is NOT an endorsement for Dr. Molly Rutherford, who is charging our residents for COVID tests to the tune of $100 a pop. 

This is NOT Lisa Grant Paris whose social media indicates her goals are to have Mrs. Fletcher removed from her position and to overthrow the government.

As we continue to be hurt by the harmful rhetoric and actions of the extremist right and the conservative legion who has made it nearly impossible for the government to govern, I implore you to choose a replacement we need for such a time as this. Backlash be dammed.

Thank you,

Leigh H. Burch
Crestwood Cougar Parent



Post Script: The school board meeting was lit. A guy flicked me off in the background of my selfie, and another woman tried to tell me I "wasn't part of the board." The good news is, a strong and fair candidate was chosen. The bad news is, it's all still pretty racist and terrible. 

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