It�s your leg on the relay now.*so Let�s go, because while players come and go, teammates last forever, at home, at work, whatever the field of play. There

your friends, your spouse, and your children are waiting for the exchange. Bring home a lead, they�re counting on you. So am I.

Joe O�Connor

It�s your leg on the relay now.*so Let�s go, because while players come and go, teammates last forever, at home, at work, whatever the field of play. There

your friends, your spouse, and your children are waiting for the exchange. Bring home a lead, they�re counting on you. So am I.

Joe O�Connor

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This study explores the relationship between economic development and political evolution during a decisive period of modern Sudanese history. During the first half of the 20th century, Mahdists competed with nationalists in shaping politics and forcing independence from the British in 1956. The nationalists sought independence for reasons of country. The Mahdists sought independence for reasons of God. But economic development was important, too. It fueled the secular nationalist movement, and it influenced the Mahdist movement in diffuse but significant ways. Readers will find this study valuable for understanding how economics and politics interacted during an important period of Sudan's history and what that ongoing interaction portends for the future of Sudan.

This study explores the relationship between economic development and political evolution during a decisive period of modern Sudanese history. During the first half of the 20th century, Mahdists competed with nationalists in shaping politics and forcing independence from the British in 1956. The nationalists sought independence for reasons of country. The Mahdists sought independence for reasons of God. But economic development was important, too. It fueled the secular nationalist movement, and it influenced the Mahdist movement in diffuse but significant ways. Readers will find this study valuable for understanding how economics and politics interacted during an important period of Sudan's history and what that ongoing interaction portends for the future of Sudan.

When the interviewer said, “"It's going to be hard for a reader to believe . . .," Celia Shealy interrupted, "that we were that crazy. Everybody thought we were crazy." What Walter and Celia Shealy had done was to prepare a place for them. Some had parted tearfully from a single parent who could no longer afford to maintain them. Some were taken from parents who had abused them. Some of them had even been found going through garbage cans. One was used to drinking out of a toilet bowl. In some way, all who came up that driveway near Newberry, South Carolina, had been abused, neglected, abandoned, or given up. And all of them were, as one has put it, "flat scared." Some got out of the car half-starved, with uncut hair, wearing worn-out, torn, or ill-fitting clothing. Some spouted vile language. Looking back to his arrival as an eleven-year-old, one of them writes, " I came from a family torn by divorce, illiteracy, alcoholism, and trouble with the law. My teeth were in an advanced state of decay. I was hungry. I had been sexually and physically abused. My only pair of shoes had big holes in them. I squinted due to severe near-sightedness. I knew that I was no good and that my life would never amount to anything." Years after Walter and Celia Shealy’s impossible sacrifices and improbable successes in beginning Boys Farm, the chairman of their Board of Directors asked a Founders’ Day gathering, "Why in the world would a man and a woman give up a life of comparative ease and security and start a place like Boys Farm? Why would they be willing to give their money, their time, their work--fixing meals, drying tears, solving problems, sharing problems--for the life they could have had?" Standing at the same place and on the same occasion the previous year, their own son Walter, turning toward his mother, had put it this way: "It is still amazing to me today that you and my father were willing to walk away from your wealth and success--the rich lifestyle you had--and, at the age of thirty-six, give it up for a different type of life." Big Oak Island, a vestibule for an ocean playground, is covered with many large and beautiful homes of the wealthy; but in 1950, W.D. and Celia Shealy had it all. When they had moved to Big Oak Island, they had been running the Coastal Ice Cream Company since 1939. They had their manufacturing plant in Charleston; ten ice cream stores and twenty-six ice cream carts in the city; and numerous franchises in North Carolina, South Carolina, and Georgia under a partnership called "Dairy Delight." They had a nine-year-old daughter, Louise, who would soon be attending a fashionable "white glove" academy; they had a son, Walter, who was almost two; "They had everything,” says a close friend. “They had everything in the world they could ever want. They had beautiful children. They had a beautiful home. And they had all the money they needed." And looking back to that time, Celia Shealy quotes her husband as frequently musing, "No tellin' where we'd been or what we'd be doin' if we had kept on growin'." It was then, she says, that "he felt that he was going to try to go to school somewhere." W.D. Shealy wanted to act on a matter that he had been brooding about for years. During the Depression he had had to quit high school to go to work for a dollar a day, seven days a week, in order to help his father support a family of nine children. By 1950, with his business a success, he had begun to dream of completing his education. Behind and driving W.D. Shealy's decision to further his education was a growing religious commitment. When speaking of such commitments, many people of deep evangelical religious faith use the word "burden." The use of the term in the English Bible is an attempt to render a Hebrew word that means "lifting up," or "utterance," or "oracle." The implication is that a burden comes from God and that it carries with it an obligation, an obligation that began to weigh heavily on him after spending years and virtually all of their savings on finishing high school and college, then beginning graduate school before becoming a minister in Greenville, South Carolina. The burden came from a young boy, who often passed by the church. He was dressed so poorly; he was so unkempt; and he passed by so often, that he could not avoid the notice of the Shealys. Word went around that the boy was going by the church to buy cigarettes and beer for his grandmother, who was on welfare and who was drawing a check for him. But who was he? In visiting church members, the Shealys learned that he had two or three different names. One day they stopped him and asked him to come to church and sit at the back. He did. When he came in, he sat down by Celia Shealy, who was wearing a light-colored dress. When he got up to leave, the side of her dress was dirty. After that, when he came in, they would take him to the bathroom in the basement. She says that they would "wash his face and hands and little legs and bring him back up to the church. And that little boy went from house to house in the community. Each day in the week he had a certain house in the community he went to and visited for lunch. . . . The neighbors would say that they all felt responsible for him. " But W.D. Shealy felt the "burden." Again, the word has overwhelming significance for those of evangelical upbringing and faith. A "burden" is not something that one takes upon himself or herself: it is something laid upon the heart from God. Mrs. Shealy believes that because of that single child in Pop's church, "he had the burden for the boys." She says, "I really feel that this little boy . . . indented in our minds that we needed to help little children that were so helpless." She adds, "When God calls your husband, you're supposed to follow. That's what the Lord teaches." They sought a place where they could begin, finally settling on a rural piece of property outside Newberry, South Carolina, borrowing ten thousand dollars and depending on their faith to bring them through. Of this original ten thousand dollars, the Shealys applied six to the down payment and reserved four for moving and remodeling. They sold their house in Greenville and property in North Charleston after making the down payment. They had the ice cream plant leased and would receive a rent check from that enterprise. But later, they had to borrow a second ten thousand from Newberry State Building and Loan Association. Hence, they had payments on two notes to make every month. They took out a loan on Pop's life insurance policy. They cashed in some stocks and bonds, even Walter's college fund. They borrowed on a second insurance policy. For years neither of them would have a salary. On August 15, 1960, the Shealys moved to Newberry, she recalls, "with Louise; Walter; Butch, our spaniel; a lawn mower; about 150 African violet plants; and a heart overflowing with love and compassion for those less fortunate." It was "really a struggle" for them at first, recalls their friend Clara Nelson. Some of the children were dropped off with just underwear on, "no clothes, absolutely nothing." W.D. and Celia didn't have much, she adds, but they would "gather up something to see that these children were fed and clothed." Her husband George says, "The finances they really fought." They were "really, really rocky.” The Shealy’s daughter, Louise Shealy Kerr recalls how difficult in was to feed the growing family at Boys Farm. "Things were tough. They were hard." She notes that they would get cracked and smaller eggs from "an egg place" in Newberry. Grits and eggs were a staple. They ate a lot of dried beans, canned salmon and tuna fish. She remembers beans, cole slaw, and cornbread. Many of the children in those days had not eaten even that well. One of them once returned to “Pop” Shealy a bag of food, saying that he couldn't eat everything in it. When Mr. Shealy looked into the bag, he found that the boy had eaten a banana, peelin

When the interviewer said, “"It's going to be hard for a reader to believe . . .," Celia Shealy interrupted, "that we were that crazy. Everybody thought we were crazy." What Walter and Celia Shealy had done was to prepare a place for them. Some had parted tearfully from a single parent who could no longer afford to maintain them. Some were taken from parents who had abused them. Some of them had even been found going through garbage cans. One was used to drinking out of a toilet bowl. In some way, all who came up that driveway near Newberry, South Carolina, had been abused, neglected, abandoned, or given up. And all of them were, as one has put it, "flat scared." Some got out of the car half-starved, with uncut hair, wearing worn-out, torn, or ill-fitting clothing. Some spouted vile language. Looking back to his arrival as an eleven-year-old, one of them writes, " I came from a family torn by divorce, illiteracy, alcoholism, and trouble with the law. My teeth were in an advanced state of decay. I was hungry. I had been sexually and physically abused. My only pair of shoes had big holes in them. I squinted due to severe near-sightedness. I knew that I was no good and that my life would never amount to anything." Years after Walter and Celia Shealy’s impossible sacrifices and improbable successes in beginning Boys Farm, the chairman of their Board of Directors asked a Founders’ Day gathering, "Why in the world would a man and a woman give up a life of comparative ease and security and start a place like Boys Farm? Why would they be willing to give their money, their time, their work--fixing meals, drying tears, solving problems, sharing problems--for the life they could have had?" Standing at the same place and on the same occasion the previous year, their own son Walter, turning toward his mother, had put it this way: "It is still amazing to me today that you and my father were willing to walk away from your wealth and success--the rich lifestyle you had--and, at the age of thirty-six, give it up for a different type of life." Big Oak Island, a vestibule for an ocean playground, is covered with many large and beautiful homes of the wealthy; but in 1950, W.D. and Celia Shealy had it all. When they had moved to Big Oak Island, they had been running the Coastal Ice Cream Company since 1939. They had their manufacturing plant in Charleston; ten ice cream stores and twenty-six ice cream carts in the city; and numerous franchises in North Carolina, South Carolina, and Georgia under a partnership called "Dairy Delight." They had a nine-year-old daughter, Louise, who would soon be attending a fashionable "white glove" academy; they had a son, Walter, who was almost two; "They had everything,” says a close friend. “They had everything in the world they could ever want. They had beautiful children. They had a beautiful home. And they had all the money they needed." And looking back to that time, Celia Shealy quotes her husband as frequently musing, "No tellin' where we'd been or what we'd be doin' if we had kept on growin'." It was then, she says, that "he felt that he was going to try to go to school somewhere." W.D. Shealy wanted to act on a matter that he had been brooding about for years. During the Depression he had had to quit high school to go to work for a dollar a day, seven days a week, in order to help his father support a family of nine children. By 1950, with his business a success, he had begun to dream of completing his education. Behind and driving W.D. Shealy's decision to further his education was a growing religious commitment. When speaking of such commitments, many people of deep evangelical religious faith use the word "burden." The use of the term in the English Bible is an attempt to render a Hebrew word that means "lifting up," or "utterance," or "oracle." The implication is that a burden comes from God and that it carries with it an obligation, an obligation that began to weigh heavily on him after spending years and virtually all of their savings on finishing high school and college, then beginning graduate school before becoming a minister in Greenville, South Carolina. The burden came from a young boy, who often passed by the church. He was dressed so poorly; he was so unkempt; and he passed by so often, that he could not avoid the notice of the Shealys. Word went around that the boy was going by the church to buy cigarettes and beer for his grandmother, who was on welfare and who was drawing a check for him. But who was he? In visiting church members, the Shealys learned that he had two or three different names. One day they stopped him and asked him to come to church and sit at the back. He did. When he came in, he sat down by Celia Shealy, who was wearing a light-colored dress. When he got up to leave, the side of her dress was dirty. After that, when he came in, they would take him to the bathroom in the basement. She says that they would "wash his face and hands and little legs and bring him back up to the church. And that little boy went from house to house in the community. Each day in the week he had a certain house in the community he went to and visited for lunch. . . . The neighbors would say that they all felt responsible for him. " But W.D. Shealy felt the "burden." Again, the word has overwhelming significance for those of evangelical upbringing and faith. A "burden" is not something that one takes upon himself or herself: it is something laid upon the heart from God. Mrs. Shealy believes that because of that single child in Pop's church, "he had the burden for the boys." She says, "I really feel that this little boy . . . indented in our minds that we needed to help little children that were so helpless." She adds, "When God calls your husband, you're supposed to follow. That's what the Lord teaches." They sought a place where they could begin, finally settling on a rural piece of property outside Newberry, South Carolina, borrowing ten thousand dollars and depending on their faith to bring them through. Of this original ten thousand dollars, the Shealys applied six to the down payment and reserved four for moving and remodeling. They sold their house in Greenville and property in North Charleston after making the down payment. They had the ice cream plant leased and would receive a rent check from that enterprise. But later, they had to borrow a second ten thousand from Newberry State Building and Loan Association. Hence, they had payments on two notes to make every month. They took out a loan on Pop's life insurance policy. They cashed in some stocks and bonds, even Walter's college fund. They borrowed on a second insurance policy. For years neither of them would have a salary. On August 15, 1960, the Shealys moved to Newberry, she recalls, "with Louise; Walter; Butch, our spaniel; a lawn mower; about 150 African violet plants; and a heart overflowing with love and compassion for those less fortunate." It was "really a struggle" for them at first, recalls their friend Clara Nelson. Some of the children were dropped off with just underwear on, "no clothes, absolutely nothing." W.D. and Celia didn't have much, she adds, but they would "gather up something to see that these children were fed and clothed." Her husband George says, "The finances they really fought." They were "really, really rocky.” The Shealy’s daughter, Louise Shealy Kerr recalls how difficult in was to feed the growing family at Boys Farm. "Things were tough. They were hard." She notes that they would get cracked and smaller eggs from "an egg place" in Newberry. Grits and eggs were a staple. They ate a lot of dried beans, canned salmon and tuna fish. She remembers beans, cole slaw, and cornbread. Many of the children in those days had not eaten even that well. One of them once returned to “Pop” Shealy a bag of food, saying that he couldn't eat everything in it. When Mr. Shealy looked into the bag, he found that the boy had eaten a banana, peelin