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Celebrity City

It’s official now: The next world heavyweight championship fight will take place in Memphis. Convicted rapist and nationally televised ear-chomper

Mike Tyson will duke it out with England’s Lennox Lewis in a battle at The Pyramid on June 8th — a fact which should give the old Hoagy Carmichael song “Memphis in June” new meaning, especially those lyrics which go, “It’s paradise, honey/Take my advice, honey/Cos there’s nothing like old Memphis in June.” (Of course, one of the two fighters, if not both, is sure to end up — or wake up — feeling somewhat un-paradisiacal.)

We are under no illusions that the signing of the deal will lessen the debate currently raging over whether Memphis should feel proud or embarrassed to have been selected as the venue. It’s a bit like the ongoing NBA arena dustup in that regard. But one thing seems clear: The media spotlight will be shining brightly on our town on June 8th.

And an interesting confluence of events should make Memphis headquarters for even more celebrity sightings. Golfer John Daly’s Make-A-Wish golf tournament is scheduled for the same weekend as the title fight. The tournament always draws numerous Hollywood types to the Grand Casino for a couple days of partying and golfing and charity events. This year, they’d better book their rooms early. It’ll be celebrity overload.

And what’s not to like about that? The fact is, despite the misgivings of many about the Tyson fight, it will be difficult for most of us not to enjoy our moment in the sun. And maybe some of the economic and public-relations afterglow from it will kindle lasting benefits for the city.

It’s Time For Hands-on Again

So far, the Bush administration’s Middle East policy has been dismayingly uneven. The president came into office with a pledge not to emulate Bill Clinton’s micro-management of peace talks between Israel and the Palestinian National Authority.

That changed somewhat in the immediate aftermath of September 11th when George W. Bush, his consciousness evidently raised somewhat by the tragedy, paid public homage to the idea of an eventual Palestinian state, one that would live side by side and in peace with Israel.

The Bush policy took a drastic turn away from that premise, however, in the wake of continued suicide-bomb assaults by Palestinian terrorists, which were matched by high-powered and, in terms of body count, increasingly costly acts of retaliation by Israeli forces. The administration seemed to back off and adopt a laissez-faire attitude toward the carnage.

That seems to have ended now, and the president has once again acknowledged that America has a role to play in making peace between the two warring peoples. The recent dispatch of Ambassador Zinni was one evidence of that, and though administration officials have not yet indicated a willingness to meet with Palestinian National Authority leader Yasir Arafat, they have interceded with the Israeli government to permit Arafat’s departure from virtual house arrest to attend an all-Arab conference.

However this turns out, the United States has involved itself in the region again. There should be no turning back until real progress has been made toward peace.

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Who’s In Charge?

The question of who’s in charge of the proposed NBA arena became even more clouded this week as Don Smith resigned as executive director of the New Memphis Arena Public Building Authority (PBA).

Smith’s resignation came four days after the PBA chose a Minneapolis-based construction firm, M.A. Mortenson Co., as lead contractor for the $250 million project. Attention has now shifted to the specifics of subcontractors, the cost of benefits packages for workers, and minority participation.

“I cannot in good conscience continue in this capacity for one reason only,” Smith said in a statement he faxed to PBA chairman Arnold Perl. “I do not believe it is in the best interest of the citizens of Memphis and Shelby County to build the NBA Grizzlies Arena under the current arrangements and practices.”

The Shelby County Commission voted 7-6 Monday in favor of using non-union as well as union labor on the project. The resolution is nonbinding on the PBA but could foretell more problems next month when the commission and Memphis City Council vote on approving bonds to finance the arena project.

Close, surprising votes have been the order of the day for the proposed arena. The PBA also divided last week by a single vote, 6-5, in opposing a Memphis-based partnership — Beers Flintco Bricks — as lead contractor. And the 8-3 vote in favor of Mortenson came only hours after the firm failed to get a seconding motion of support.

All of this activity sets up an endgame in which the city council could decide the fate of the project in April. “The council has positioned itself as the final decision-maker on this thing,” said Councilman Tom Marshall, who has been working behind the scenes with the PBA.

Marshall interpreted Monday’s commission meeting as a message that the county commission has the votes to head off a union-led project-labor agreement. He said a joint session on or around April 8th is “quite possible.”

The issue is not simply the role of union labor. It also consists of cost controls and the extent to which minorities will participate in the construction. Mortenson senior vice-president John Wood told the PBA he put up $500,000 of his fee to guarantee compliance with minority-hiring guidelines, but politicians want more specific assurances.

“Mortenson is going to have an uphill battle with the council until they start naming the names of their subcontractors,” said Marshall. “The participants should be disclosed. You’ve got to disclose them and you’ve got to mobilize them.”

City council chairman Rickey Peete was guarded in his comments after the PBA chose Mortenson last week. “[The council has] never been one-contractor specific,” he said. “Mortenson has as good a chance as anybody.”

The overriding question of who’s in charge has hung over the project since it was announced a year ago. The powers that be include: the Memphis Grizzlies (operating as a business entity called Hoops); the Memphis ownership group which owns 30 percent of the team but commands considerably more respect and influence thanks to the credibility of AutoZone founder Pitt Hyde; the city and county mayors; the Tennessee General Assembly, represented on the PBA by state Sen. John Ford; the city council and county commission; and the PBA.

One of the earliest indications of dissension came last summer when the PBA chose Smith as executive director instead of Mike Ritz, favored by the mayors. Smith sealed his fate when he publicly criticized what he sees as inordinate influence by the Grizzlies.

The choice of Beers Flintco Bricks as pre-construction manager also did not sit well with the mayors. Last week, county mayoral assistant Tom Jones said Beers had not performed well, but Ford took strong exception, calling the comments “totally out of order and inaccurate and made solely for the purpose to influence in the wrong direction.”

The role of the PBA has also been an issue. Arnold Perl, chairman of the PBA, believes it was created by the city and county and “if we’re not going to accept this assignment then let this body go away right now.”

Ford, who helped draft the legislation that created the PBA, insists it is in charge. “This PBA created by statute can’t be disbanded by the city or county,” he told fellow members of the authority last week. “If the Public Building Authority goes away, you cannot spend a dime.”

Hoops, represented by attorney Stan Meadows, favored Mortenson as lead contractor. Meadows seems willing to play hardball if it comes to that. He reminded the PBA last week that the Grizzlies have “approval rights” over the lead contractor.

“We have to pay all arena losses,” he said. “Last June, we negotiated a detailed project agreement and lease. We would not have moved here without that.”

Asked what it was like dealing with two local governments, Meadows told me it is actually more like four governments, given the independence of the council and commission. Even after the PBA awarded Mortenson the job, Meadows remained wary that labor agreements could put the project over budget and jeopardize its future.

After last Friday’s morning session of the PBA construction committee failed to agree on a consensus choice, I asked Hyde if this is how business gets done in the corporate world.

“We’d go out of business,” he said with a laugh.

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The Selling Of 9-11

It has been six months since 9-11 and already we have had a formal anniversary. Stilted moments of silence, child poets, giant laser beams, and solemn speeches brought out the ghosts that have yet to be put to rest and never will so long as there is a profit to be made on their continued haunting.

HBO, Showtime, and FX have all announced plans to produce TV movies about the events, but on March 10th, CBS took the lead with a commercial-free special, 9/11. An important documentary to some and exploitative reality programming to others, the nearly uninterrupted two-hour broadcast of footage shot inside the World Trade Center provided an insider’s view of the results of the terrorist attacks. Gaining an estimated third of the American viewing population, 9/11 was profitable but at the expense of many of the victims’ families who felt the timing was inappropriate. Although they publicly voiced their concern, it did not change the network’s decision to air the program.

CBS defended the program by explaining that no deaths were filmed and that the footage would be “respectful.” Yet this is completely untrue; death is heard over and over and over again, as people jump or fall from the burning towers. CBS’ ignorant justification shows just how visual our culture is. As we hear a woman screaming while she burns to death, narrator Jules Naudet explains: “The image was so terrible; I made a decision not to film it. It’s not something anybody should see or want to see.” Isn’t it also a sound no one should want to hear? One can only imagine how the families of the victims felt as they listened to the constant sound of bodies slamming against the pavement.

Or maybe CBS is simply looking at the “larger picture.” Speaking to reporters after an exclusive media screening, producer Susan Zirinsky said that it’s important we don’t forget there’s a war going on. Her attitude, borrowed from John Ashcroft, suggests the true function of 9/11 may be getting America’s jingoistic blood boiling rather than paying tribute to the heroism of the New York firemen, which is what we were led to believe by the public-service announcements and photographic tributes that supported the program.

Yet it is doubtful that the thousands of families who lost loved ones in September or more recently in Afghanistan need such a reminder. The flags may be coming down, but no one has forgotten what happened, because it is still happening. And now, as the Bush administration prepares to take its “anti-terror” campaign even farther, into Iraq especially, the media is playing a large role in not letting us forget what happened on 9-11.

When Wall Street Journal reporter Daniel Pearl was kidnapped and murdered by the National Movement for the Restoration of Pakistani Sovereignty (a terrorist group that claimed responsibility), it should have surprised no one that the footage of his execution ended up in the hands of career sensationalist Geraldo Rivera. In between February’s Olympic events, he went on NBC to announce that he possessed said footage but would not air it because it would “inspire” terrorism. Not showing it out of respect for Pearl’s family seemed an afterthought. However, like the producers of 9/11, he aired the next best thing: footage of an unidentified Filipino man’s head being chopped off and rolling into the bushes — the same fate Pearl suffered. While Geraldo has always been the Jerry Springer of the news world, such media propaganda and exploitation are rarely so overt, which is precisely the case with CBS’ 9/11.

The special was sponsored by Nextel, and the public-service announcements that segmented the program tried so hard not to be commercials that they came off looking even worse. The photographic tributes to the fallen firefighters that aired at the end of the program looked cheap. Nextel most likely had good intentions, but the idea that major corporations are putting conscience over profit as a result of 9-11 is laughable at best.

Of course, Nextel is working to give an impression that it is the leader of a new trend in responsible practice (the company did donate countless phones to aid the rescue efforts of 9-11). Such a PR trend is nothing new. Before Enron became a universal symbol of corporate and political crime, established corporate slogans like Chevron’s “People Do” and Nike’s “Just Do It” had long provided ironic messages in the context of what these companies really “do” behind their warped humanitarian disguises.

There were no commercials during news coverage on 9-11, so why did CBS’ 9/11 need Nextel’s sponsorship? The reality is that just as 9-11 has been turned into a pretext for the U.S. government to do whatever it wants, it has been turned into a product by networks to make huge money. It is naive to think the expressed wishes of those whose lives were most affected by the events would matter in the face of a massive, ratings-generating media spectacle. As a remembrance, the two silent beams of light in New York City were far more tasteful than the shocking and disturbing footage and sounds of 9/11.

September 11th is simply not yet history for many people and still too present to be co-opted and sold back to the rest of us. Of course, the same argument can be made for apartheid, East Timor, the Holocaust, and countless other semirecent atrocities. There will always be conflict over when “now” is appropriate and to whom, but, in terms of 9/11, perhaps the families of the victims knew best.

Chris Fitzpatrick is features editor at PopMatters, where this column first appeared.


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The “Liberal Media”

You’ve probably heard a lot of spooky tales about “the liberal media.”

Ever since Vice President Spiro Agnew denounced news outlets that were offending the Nixon administration in the autumn of 1969, the specter has been much more often cited than sighted. “The liberal media” is largely an apparition — but the epithet serves as an effective weapon brandished against journalists who might confront social inequities and imbalances of power.

During the last few months, former CBS correspondent Bernard Goldberg’s new book Bias has stoked the “liberal media” canard. His anecdote-filled book continues to benefit from enormous media exposure.

In interviews on major networks, Goldberg has emphasized his book’s charge that American media outlets are typically in step with the biased practices he noticed at CBS News — where “we pointedly identified conservatives as conservatives, for example, but for some crazy reason didn’t bother to identify liberals as liberals.”

But do facts support Goldberg’s undocumented generalization? To find out, linguist Geoffrey Nunberg searched a database of 30 large daily newspapers in the United States. He disclosed the results in an analysis that aired March 19th on the national radio program Fresh Air.

Nunberg discovered “a big disparity in the way the press labels liberals and conservatives — but not in the direction that Goldberg claims.” Actually, the data showed, “the average liberal legislator has a 30 percent greater likelihood of being identified with a partisan label than the average conservative does.”

When Nunberg narrowed his search to The New York Times, The Washington Post, and the Los Angeles Times — three dailies “routinely accused of having a liberal bias” — he learned that “in those papers, too, liberals get partisan labels 30 percent more often than conservatives do, the same proportion as in the press at large.”

And what about Goldberg’s claim that media coverage is also slanted by unfairly pigeonholing stars of the entertainment industry? His book declares flatly: “If we do a Hollywood story, it’s not unusual to identify certain actors, like Tom Selleck or Bruce Willis, as conservatives. But Barbra Streisand or Rob Reiner, no matter how active they are in liberal Democratic politics, are just Barbra Streisand and Rob Reiner.”

Again, Nunberg found, the facts prove Goldberg wrong: “The press gives partisan labels to Streisand and Reiner almost five times as frequently as it does to Selleck and Willis. For that matter, Warren Beatty gets a partisan label twice as often as Arnold Schwarzenegger, and Norman Lear gets one more frequently than Charlton Heston does.”

The results are especially striking because the word “liberal” has been widely stigmatized, observes Nunberg, a senior researcher at Stanford’s Center for the Study of Language and Information. “It turns out that newspapers label liberals much more readily than they do conservatives.”

So while Goldberg hotly contends — without statistical backup — that conservatives get a raw deal because they’re singled out for ideological labeling more than liberals are, Nunberg relies on empirical evidence to reach a very different conclusion: “If there is a bias here, in fact, the data suggests that it goes the other way — that the media consider liberals to be farther from the mainstream than conservatives are.”

It’s unlikely that factual debunking will do much to slow the momentum of those who are intent on riding the “liberal media” poltergeist. It has already carried them a long way.

Not surprisingly, President Bush displayed Goldberg’s book for photographers at the White House a couple of months ago. For a long time, GOP strategists have been “working the refs” — crying foul about supposed media bias while benefiting greatly from the efforts of an unparalleled national media tag team that includes the likes of Rush Limbaugh, a slew of corporate-funded think tanks, and plenty of rightward pundits in print and on television.

It doesn’t hurt that during the past 70 years the Republican presidential candidate has received most of the daily newspaper endorsements in 16 out of 18 elections. How’s that for “liberal media”?

But, like a ghost that long ago assumed corporeal form in the minds of millions, “the liberal media” cannot die. That’s mostly because its image keeps being pumped up by huge media outlets.

In its first edition of this year, The Wall Street Journal published an editorial lauding Goldberg’s book and declaring that “a liberal tilt in the media” is among the “facts of life so long obvious they would seem beyond dispute.”

Overall, Goldberg’s book is a muddled hodgepodge. While bashing journalists as excessively sympathetic to the homeless, laid-off workers, and poor people, he attacks the media establishment as elitist. With variations of faux populism, he expresses indignation that low-income people are rarely heard or seen in mass media — yet he lambasts advocates for striving to widen the range of media coverage to include the voices of such people.

On bedrock issues of economic power, what passes for liberal-conservative debate in news media is usually a series of disputes over how to fine-tune the status quo. In the process, the myth of “the liberal media” serves as a smokescreen for realities of corporate media.

Norman Solomon’s syndicated AlterNet column focuses on media and politics.

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Getting Noticed

With all the attention being given to people named Ford of late — most notably, U.S. Rep. Harold Ford Jr., who considered a race for the U.S. Senate; his father Harold Ford Sr., whose lucrative contracts pertaining to the state’s TennCare program received extensive publicity; and Uncle John Ford, who floated a trial balloon for a congressional race in case his nephew made the Senate run — other Fords have been left out.

To wit: Sir Isaac Ford, the congressman’s youngest sibling, and Ophelia Ford, his aunt. Both are candidates in the forthcoming countywide elections, and neither has received extensive publicity for their political views. Ophelia Ford — who is opposing her brother Joe Ford for the county commission seat he was recently appointed to by other commission members (and which was formerly held by the late Dr. James Ford, a sibling) has, however, been given in-depth treatment, both in the Flyer and in The Commercial Appeal, for her determination to break into the male-dominated inner sanctum of the political Ford family.

And several prominent local women will hold a reception for Ophelia Ford at the home of lawyer Jocelyn Wurzburg at 4744 Normandy this Thursday night.

No such treatment has yet been received by the 28-year-old Sir Isaac, who remains on the August general election ballot as an independent candidate for Shelby County mayor and whose candidacy, insofar as it has been thought of at all, has been dismissed as enigmatic or inconsequential.

The prevailing theory seems to be that young Ford was a family plant as a hedge against the possibility that Bartlett banker Harold Byrd, since withdrawn, might win the Democratic primary. (Byrd and the Fords have had their problems.) According to that theory, Isaac Ford’s candidacy now is little more than a reminder to favored Democratic mayoral candidate AC Wharton that the family is still around and needs to be paid some heed.

Yet another theory is that the Isaac Ford candidacy is little more than a lark — or at best an attempt by the candidate and brother Jake Ford, his presumptive campaign manager, to reach parity with other members of the family.

Through all this, Isaac Ford has maintained that his candidacy is serious and that he will end up being elected mayor. Concerning the fact that there have been few if any visible signs of that prospect, or even of his being in the race, Ford shrugs. “In politics, you don’t want to peak too early.” Eventually, he says, “someone as talented and young and charming as myself” will attract the right kind of notice.

Sir Isaac (that is his given name, and he signs himself that way, though the “Sir” is most often dropped among family and friends) hopes to begin getting the appropriate attention with the release of several “position papers,” some of which he made over to the Flyer.

One of the papers is a broadside against the prospective victory of Wharton in the Democratic primary. “[I]f the democratic [sic] nominee is not either C.C. Buchanan, C.J. Cochran, or State Rep. Carol Chumney [all primary opponents of Wharton], then the democratic party will not have a viable, credible candidate with liberal views. They will have a democratic puppet controlled by republicans’ [sic] money, and their conservative ways.”

Ford’s own candidacy “stands on more of a socialistic-capitalistic platform, and will encourage quality county development in the inner city and suburbs.”

One plank in that platform is a more or less straightforward espousal of city/county consolidation with single-source funding for city and county schools.

Another plank would seem timely in view of the recently accomplished location of the Lewis/Tyson heavyweight championship bout at The Pyramid, with training camps to be located in Tunica. It envisions the conversion of South Third Street into Tennessee’s component of a Memphis-to-Mississippi thoroughfare connecting downtown with the casino complexes of Tunica.

“My administration will propose to enhance an economic alliance agreement to benefit both areas,” Ford’s position paper says.

Another paper addresses the subject of the Shelby County Election Commission, toward whose conduct of the forthcoming elections Ford expresses a suspicion that “the fix is already in.” Among other things, he maintains: “Reliable sources have alerted me” to the commission’s potential for “foul play with early voting results, and election day results, also tampering with voter registration forms, and utilizing resources to encourage voters in county districts two, and three not to vote.” He proposes a federal “watchdog committee” to keep this from happening.

Along with his position papers, Ford included a release announcing a press conference “to define, and describe the infrastructure in candidate Ford’s mayoral campaign.” The time is specific enough, “12 noon,” but the date and venue of the press conference are handled by the initials “T.B.A.” — to be announced.

* Another candidate who would prefer to have greater attention paid his efforts than he has so far received is Dr. George Flinn, who is vying with state Representative Larry Scroggs of Germantown for the Republican nomination for county mayor.

Flinn held a reception at Owen Brennan’s Restaurant on Poplar last week that attracted a larger-than-usual crowd at the facility, whose multiroom reception area tends to magnify even small groups into apparent throngs. Flinn’s crowd needed no such magnification, though its numbers were provided mainly by faces unfamiliar in political rallies than by the usual rank and file who attend such events.

“That’s good. That’s what we’re going to surprise people with on May 7th,” said Flinn, who concedes that Scroggs seems to have a lock on most Republican Party regulars. The physician/businessman, who operates a number of radio stations, says he will kick off his media campaign with several radio and TV spots on the first of April.

Scroggs, meanwhile, kept up a round of appearances on time off from his legislative duties in Nashville, appearing at a forum on consolidation in Collierville last week to elucidate his views.

* It was a good show, hastily advertised, and lacking therefore in some of the audience that should have been its due. But the 2002 version of Memphis’ Gridiron Show at the Al Chymia Shrine Temple on Shelby Oaks — which began and ended with well-produced tributes to post-September 11th New York — did what some of its more elongated and self-indulgent predecessors failed to do:

This year’s version — titled “Smokey and the Bandits” — consistently entertained. Less was more, both gagwise and songwise. The same might be said for a list of celebrity attendees that was short here and there — no Willie Herenton, no Jim Rout, few members of the state legislature or of the city council or of the county commission — but rich in public figures who happen right now to be cynosures.

Notably, there were Democratic U.S. Senate nominee-designate Bob Clement, the congressman from Nashville; once and future Senate hopeful Harold Ford Jr., the congressman from Memphis; and soon-to-be-emeritus Governor Don Sundquist.

Sundquist, who was notably absent from this month’s Lincoln Day Dinner of the Shelby County Republican Party (which he co-founded some decades back), opined that some sort of budget solution might be in the offing in the General Assembly “as soon as the filing deadline” (April 4th for legislative positions) is over with. He did not demur at someone’s suggestion that, wherever Tennessee might stand among the states on the scales of income, health care, and education, it had earned the right to be considered Number 50 — dead last — where state legislatures are concerned.

The governor nodded. “And the good ones are leaving,” he said, noting the continuing exodus of experienced and conscientious lawmakers — most recently House Finance Committee chairman Matt Kisber of Jackson.

Also present at the Gridiron Show, the proceeds of which go to fund scholarships at area universities, were three candidates for Shelby County mayor — Democrats Chumney and Wharton and Republican Flinn. ( There was much discussion in the Wharton camp — both by the candidates and by an aide or two as to whether state Rep. Chumney might have got the better of him in some often sharp exchanges at Whitehaven High School Saturday, during the second of two forums (of a scheduled four) sponsored by the county Democratic Party this election year for its primary candidates.

“One person said I won … and another said she did,” Wharton said. He inclined to the former view himself, but it was apparent that he was reflecting both on the strategy of returning the often aggressive Chumney’s fire during debates and on the wisdom of participating in such forums with her at all. (He would likely continue doing both, he acknowledged.)

* Chumney’s campaign got some attention recently that she would just as soon have not received. It came in the form of an e-mail sent to members of her personal network by Paula F. Casey, current president of the Downtown Neighborhood Association and a longtime activist for women’s issues.

In part, the e-mail reads, “As a cofounder of the Women’s Political Caucus in 1983, I want to see a woman in an executive position in this county someday. However, Carol Chumney is NOT the woman,” and goes on to argue, among other things, that Chumney adopted opportunistic positions in the legislature and, as one example, had “aligned herself with the right-wing fundamentalists” to oppose right-to-know legislation on behalf of adopted persons seeking information about their parents. (Chumney favored certain restrictions on the discharge of such information.)

Once close friends and allies, Chumney and Casey have been distant since their highly public disagreement in 1994 over the form and function of the state Women’s Suffragist Commission, which Casey had initially proposed but which, Casey believed, Chumney attempted to gain control of during legislative establishment of the commission’s machinery.

Ultimately, the commission was jointly headed by Casey and state Sen. Thelma Harper of Nashville but not before Casey felt her reputation had been unfairly maligned.

* The campaign manager for lawyer Guthrie Castle, a Democratic primary candidate for the District 5 County Commission seat, charged the Shelby County Election Commission Tuesday with abdication of its legal and moral responsibility in declining to rule on the validity of Castle’s complaints regarding opponent Joe Cooper’s financial disclosures.

“It’s sad that fear of not being elected or appointed comes before the moral authority of this commission,” Jeff Sullivan told members moments after his effort to invalidate Cooper’s candidacy was ruled beyond the purview of the commission.

Castle’s complaint, formally presented by Sullivan, charged that Cooper’s most recent financial disclosures evidenced illegally large contributions from individuals and other entities, defiance of disclosure obligations in the case of outstanding debts, inaccurate information, and a variety of other “illegal contributions and illegal loans.”

Under advice from its attorney, Philip Kaminsky, the commission ruled that it was now empowered to act on the complaint, which should, Kaminsky said, be taken directly either to the office of the state Election Registry in Nashville, to the office of the district attorney general, or to that of the state attorney general..

A little strong,” was Styles’ reaction to Sullivan’s criticism. Whether directly prompted by the incident or not, Kaminsky entertained a small group after the meeting with a story that went this way: One man brought another into a Texas courtroom and demanded that the accused be punished for stealing two chickens. “Hang him!” said the judge, who was told by a shocked bailiff, “Your honor! You can’t do that.” Kaminsky hastened to the punch line: “I can’t?” said the judge. “Well, I’ll let him go then. I can do that.

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Simply Put

No Heroes:

A Memoir of Coming Home

By Chris Offutt

Simon & Schuster, 268 pp., $24

The chronology’s a little fuzzy, but author Chris Offutt left his home in eastern

Kentucky a total of five times only to return five times over the course of

some 20 years. The first time he left was to attend the University of Iowa’s

famed Writers’ Workshop. The last time he left was to teach at the Writers’

Workshop. And somewhere in all this coming and going he got married, fathered

two sons, and produced a body of work that would be any author’s envy: a debut

collection of short stories, Kentucky Straight (1992), which gained him

tons of notice; a memoir, The Same River Twice (1993), which an eager New

Yorker called “the memoir of the decade”; and a novel, The Good Brother

(1997), and a short-story collection, Out Of the Woods (1999), both of

which The New York Times named Notable Books of the Year.

But just shy of his 40th birthday, before Iowa’s invitation to join its faculty,

Offutt returned to Kentucky to teach in a county where some 30 percent of the

population is still functionally illiterate. The school was his Appalachian

alma mater, Morehead State University, and its reputation clearly wasn’t

Iowa’s. Offutt, in his new, highly heartfelt memoir, No Heroes, calls it

“a high school with ashtrays.”

What was he doing home — again? Basically, giving. Giving model to students in

a region that “offers no models for success … no tangible life beyond the

county line.” Giving Rita, his New Yorker wife, a house in the hills the couple

couldn’t possibly have afforded elsewhere. Giving Sam and James, his sons, a

taste of the natural world which inspires and still nurtures their father. And

giving himself some chance with his own father. “My biggest source of pain,”

the author says to his father in the book’s quiet, climactic scene, “is the

tension between us. I hoped that coming home would help fix it.” It does not.

Offutt’s father turns his back. Offutt is silenced. But Rita’s father, Arthur

Gross, in No Heroes‘ parallel narrative, is not.

The subject of that narrative: the Holocaust; the story: Arthur and wife Irene

Gross’ separate survival as Polish Jews. Arthur is now in Queens, New York.

Offutt in Kentucky is respectful but coaxing, reassuring, recording Arthur on

tape. Arthur’s one stipulation to his writer son-in-law: no heroes, the same

unspoken code, strangely enough, stipulated in Offutt’s Kentucky hills. It’s

just that simple, and Arthur’s and Irene’s suffering is just that terrible: one

man and woman with no reason to believe they should outlive the millions who

did not.

Offutt himself writes that he has had some difficulty squaring the two lines of

inquiry: the author’s own homecoming and recalling of past joys, past sorrows,

past times with running buddies and run-ins with authorities, past teachers who

encouraged and discouraged him, past moments of a very private clarity he finds

only in the woods versus his father-in-law’s forced leave-taking of home in

Poland and incarceration in a succession of concentration camps across

Nazi-occupied Europe. You’ll sense the tension too, until maybe some pattern

presents itself (“emerges” is perhaps too strong a word): “I had never

abandoned Kentucky,” Offutt writes early on. “There was no pattern of departure

and return, only the seasonal cycle of death and life.”

The emphasis here: death and life, not life and death. And as for the heroic?

Don’t call life in eastern Kentucky or even inside the death camps anything of

the kind. “Heroes are not human,” Arthur Gross remarks. Offutt in No Heroes

writes as reminder.

Chris Offutt will be signing No Heroes in Memphis at Davis-Kidd

Booksellers on Wednesday, April 17th, at 7 p.m. and in Oxford at Square Books

on Thursday, April 18th, at 5:30 p.m. Those dates follow on the heels of the

ninth annual Oxford Conference for the Book, which runs April 11th through the

14th on the campus of the University of Mississippi. The four-day event is this

year dedicated to Tennessee Williams, with Williams scholar W. Kenneth Holditch

and New York Times theater critic Mel Gussow (co-editors of the recent

two-volume Library of America edition of Williams’ complete plays) discussing

the playwright on Sunday afternoon.

As with past conferences, though, a variety of writers’ panels, booksignings,

readings, and get-togethers make up the weekend. Included among the novelists,

poets, playwrights, journalists, and editors scheduled to be on hand: Richard

Flanagan, Tom Franklin, Barry Hannah, Rick Moody, Paula Vogel, Jack Nelson, and

Thomas Oliphant. A screening of the new film Big Bad Love, based on the

collection of stories by Larry Brown of the same name, will take place on

Thursday evening with Brown, actor-director Arliss Howard, and one of the

film’s stars, Debra Winger, discussing the film beforehand.

Most events are free and open to the public, but preregistration is advised. For

more information, contact the Center for the Study of Southern Culture by phone

(662-915-5993), by fax (662-915-5814), or by e-mail (cssc@olemiss.edu).

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friday, 29

It s the last Friday of the month, which means you can have free trolley rides to more than 25 galleries during the South Main Trolley Art Tour (and while you re at it, go ahead and mark your calendars for the upcoming South Main Arts Festival to take place on Saturday, April 27th). There are South Main opening receptions at D Edge Art & Unique Treasures for an exhibit of work by Stephen Hudson and at Mariposa Art Space for Head Shot, work by Meikle Gardne. Gardner is also having an opening reception later at Art Farm Gallery of Fine Art for his show Darkside. Blind Mississippi Morris is at the Lounge tonight. Sky Dogs are at Kudzu s. The Susan Marshall Band is at the Blue Monkey. The Memphis Legends featuring Randy Haspel, Rick Steff, and James Lott are at the Blue Moon. And as always and always a fine bet, The Chris Scott Band is at Poplar Lounge a good band for a Good Friday.

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Split Series Volume III

NOFX/Rancid

(BYO Records)

The most invigorating 25 minutes of the year thus far, this short, sharp shock of a record pairs two of the last decade’s quintessential punk bands — Cali scene-mates Rancid and NOFX — covering six of each other’s songs in the aural equivalent of tossing a toaster in the tub.

With straighter, more-regular-guy vocals and a (slightly) cleaner sound, NOFX really taps into the grandeur lurking within so much of Rancid’s music, a penchant for rock-and-roll Big Statements that evokes Springsteen as much as it does more commonly mentioned band template the Clash. On 2000’s Rancid, for example, the anti-entertainment-biz rant “Antennaes” was brutally hard, but NOFX softens it up, creating just enough space in the music to bring the anthemic undercurrents out and make it soar. By contrast, the band takes the organ-driven ska of Life Won’t Wait‘s “Corazon de Oro” and transforms it into a rousing, urgent guitar song. The only exception to the formula is “Radio,” a fast rock song in Rancid’s hands, which NOFX transforms into a bit of mid-temp reggae with new-wave touches, like a Sublime outtake.

I’m not nearly as familiar with the NOFX originals that Rancid tackles on the album’s second half, but it’s clearly some compelling material. And, with the dueling vocals-and-guitars of Tim Armstrong and Lars Frederiksen popping like firecrackers over the nimble, powerhouse rhythm section of bassist Matt Freeman and drummer Brett Reed, this is one band that, despite its diminishing public profile over the last half-decade, seems utterly incapable of making bad music. Rancid’s half is more intense, with the breakneck hardcore they bring to “Stickin’ In My Eye” typical of their take-no-prisoners approach.

NOFX gives Rancid some memorable lyrics to play around with: Armstrong really bites into the opening salvo of “Bob” (“He spent 15 years gettin’ loaded/Fifteen years ’til his liver exploded/What’s Bob gonna do now that he can’t drink?”), though Frederiksen doesn’t sound nearly as convincing on the pro-pornography/anti-censorship “Vanilla Sex.” But the standout here, by far, is “Don’t Call Me White,” with Freeman taking a rare lead vocal. Freeman’s menacing, bellowing, croaking vocals turn the song’s lyrical plaint into a desperate threat, fighting against the burden of history and the tyranny of an unwanted social construct like a pissed-off heavyweight going in for the kill. — Chris Herrington

Grade: A-


Playgroup

Playgroup

(Source/Astralwerks)

The brainchild of veteran U.K. hip-hop producer Trevor Jackson, Playgroup is conceptually a multiartist collective with a pronounced early ’80s feel. This debut album, in fact, has the feel of a killer mix-tape from that period — S.O.S. Band, Slits, Spoonie Gee, Mikey Dread, Human League, Scritti Politti, Prince, Pete Shelley — as replayed and, in the process, cross-pollinated by a single band. Played, not sampled. According to Jackson, about 80 percent of the music was performed live. That helps the album not feel like a series of pastiches — its gargantuan dub bass lines, skittering drumbeats, and sharp, disco-fied rhythm guitar are all of a piece. And the handful of samples — R&B iconoclast Joi on “Pressure” and U.K. post-punks Scritti Politti on “Too Much” — honor Jackson’s sense of both roots and future.

Still, the mix-tape effect is just as present thanks to the revolving cast of vocalists. Edwyn Collins, of Orange Juice and “A Girl Like You” fame, sings the sinuous “Medicine Man” (and plays rhythm guitar on nearly every track). Kathleen Hanna (Bikini Kill, Le Tigre) belts “Bring It On” over a loping dub-funk groove neither of her bands has yet attempted. Kyra, of indie rockers Thee Headcoatees, demands satisfaction in no uncertain terms on the monolithic Eurodisco stomp “Make It Happen.” New York dancehall toaster Shinehead and legendary dub producer Dennis Bovell are turned loose on Paul Simon’s “50 Ways to Leave Your Lover.” And early ’90s hip-house star KC Flightt chants the corniest rap, like, ever on “Front 2 Back” (“Hip-house and jazz/Percussion and bass/And some razzmatazz” — Jay-Z, do not call your lawyer).

The latter pair sound silly at first, but they’ve got amazing staying power with repeated listens. Like the rest of Playgroup, their triumph isn’t how well they recall a bygone era but how skillfully they fit themselves into ours. — Michaelangelo Matos

Grade: A-


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And You Will Know Us

By the Trail of Dead

(Interscope)

Hey, with a bunch of unkempt noise addicts like Austin’s And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead getting signed to a major label instead of dropped by one — following the Strokes and the White Stripes — maybe this long national nightmare of a guitar-rock recession really is letting up.

The excellently named Trail of Dead is reminiscent of fellow Texans At the Drive-In, who broke into the mainstream (well, sort of) in 2000 with a similar sound that blended the sincerity and modesty of contemporary emo and indie with the guitar freakouts of ’80s-bred post-punk bands like Sonic Youth and Dinosaur Jr.

Source Tags and Codes, the band’s third full-length, sets its tone from the outset: The opening “It Was There (That I Saw You)” is the alt-rock ideal at its most epic and romantic, marrying angsty love lyrics that could come from the pen of the Cure’s Robert Smith with nuclear-meltdown guitars that echo My Bloody Valentine. Oblique lyrics range from the florid (“How Near How Far”) to the apocalyptic (the Doors update “Monsoon”) to the defiantly atheistic (“Another Morning Stoner,” among others), but the sonic outstrips the verbal every time. I can’t remember the last time I heard guitars so simultaneously assaultive and beautiful. — CH

Grade: A-


When We Were Small

Rosie Thomas

(Sub Pop)

Rosie Thomas must be completely free of the demons that perpetually chase most melancholic singer-songwriters, because not only is she excising them with her musical craft, she is equally immersed in one of society’s greatest psychological safety valves: stand-up comedy. Yes plaintive, uncomfortably personal folkie by day and commander of the nightclub microphone by night. Or vice versa. I just hope that her humorous material offers a little more breathing room than her songs do. Thomas’ tunes aren’t bad or boring by any means. They’re just hyperdepressing. Like watching Ordinary People three times in a row is hyperdepressing, and that analogy serves us well, because the subject matter on When We Were Small metaphorically draws a line connecting childhood dysfunction to the romantic misunderstandings that punctuate adulthood. Her tiny golden voice bounces around the guitar pluckings and sparse instrumentation, and her lyrics will make any guy feel like shit if he’s been in more than one relationship with a woman. The party doctor will not be prescribing When We Were Small any time soon, nor do I recommend it for anyone planning a one-way trip to a bridge, but it serves as a perfect soundtrack for those lonely pre-dawn hours. — Andrew Earles

Grade: B-

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TIGERS WIN NIT CROWN

NEW YORK (AP) – As Dajuan Wagner came out of what could be his last game in college, he clasped hands and bumped chests with his teammates. Fans cheered and chanted “One more year!”

After the game, it became a question: One more year?

Wagner, Memphis’ star freshman and a possible lottery pick in the NBA draft, answered that question the way he has all week.

“I don’t worry about that,” Wagner said.

Wagner said he was still enjoying the Tigers’ NIT title, which they earned with a a 72-62 victory over South Carolina on Thursday night.

Earl Barron scored a career-high 25 points, and Wagner had 16 and was selected the tournament MVP.

Temple beat Syracuse 65-54 in the third-place game.

Tigers coach John Calipari thinks Wagner could be one of the first 13 players taken if he leaves this year and one of the first two players taken if he leaves next year.

“Oh yeah, he’ll be a lottery pick,” Calipari said. “If he decides to leave, I’m going to be happy for him. But if he does decide to come back, I’m going to be happy for us at Memphis … We’re going to try and win that other championship.”

When Calipari took Wagner out of the game with 47.3 seconds left, the blue-and-white-clad contingent of fans behind the Memphis bench stood and chanted “One more year! One more year!” then did it again when the 19-year-old star finished an interview at courtside.

For Calipari, the championship accomplished something he wanted to get out of the way at this time last season. The Tigers lost in the NIT semifinals last year, and Calipari was hoping they would make the NCAA tournament this year. But the Tigers lost five of their last seven, including a first-round loss to Houston in the Conference USA tournament.

Calipari said earlier this week he felt snubbed by the NCAA tournament. Before Tuesday’s semifinals, he said advancing would be “validation.”

“They had a coach that vented all week,” Calipari said. “And next week, I’m really going to vent.”

First-year South Carolina coach Dave Odom was bidding for his second NIT title in three years. He won with Wake Forest in 2000.

Rolando Howell had 20 points and 15 rebounds for the Gamecocks, who shot just 8-of-18 from the free-throw line.

The Gamecocks (22-15) stayed close in the first half, but didn’t score in the second until Aaron Lucas sank a free throw with 15:50 to play.

Lucas scored South Carolina’s first field goal of the half with 13:25 left. But by then, Memphis (27-9) was running away with it.

“I think pure and simple, we lost to a better basketball team tonight,” Odom said. “I’m proud of them at the way we played tonight.”

He said he was surprised at Barron’s first half.

Barron, who played last summer in China for the United States in the World University Games, was perfect in the first half. He tied his season best by halftime with 19 points on 9-of-9 shooting. He also made the only free throw he took.

“Earl Barron went crazy,” Calipari said. “Absolutely crazy.”

Wagner closed out the half by making a 3-pointer with 1.1 seconds left to give Memphis a 35-29 lead. He had seven points in the half.

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What Women REALLY REALLY Want

I had long suspected that I was much smarter than all of you other men oust there, and this weekend’s excursion to the Southern Women’s Show, an annual trade show aimed almost exclusively at women, only exacerbated my superiority complex. There wasn’t another man as far as the eye could see. That is, there wasn’t another man who wasn’t confined to a booth eternally pitching some new miracle mop or super-cleanser. The Cook Convention Center, crammed with every size, shape, age, and flavor of womaninity, was a veritable sea of excitement and estrogen. And why wouldn’t it have been so? The countless businesses assembled there to display their wares had invested untold fortunes to make sure their products had chick appeal. They all had experts, top-dollar executives whose sole raison d’être is to plumb the depths of the feminine psyche in order to develop products and improve services that the ladies, the luscious ladies with their big eyes and beautiful minds, just can’t seem to live without. Why shouldn’t I avail myself of all this research and planning in order to crack the feminine mystique, discover what women secretly desire, and share my vast knowledge with my fellow men so that they too can be sexy like me and have any woman, any place, any time? What follows is a carefully compiled list based on observations from the Southern Women’s Show.

Women want fine tools akin to their husbands’ Craftsmen tools, not pathetic “Crapsman” tools. They want items, especially garden hoses, that always re-coil and self-drain. They want paintings of two nude children wandering into the ocean with titles like Two Bums on the Beach. Ladies are drawn to aquarium-like furniture (tables especially) that are filled with fake lilies and bubbling water. They want weaves and extensions that look just like real human hair. They want to go to Paris or at least to places that have been painted to remind them of Paris. Women want scarves, full-body massages, and suntans that come from a bottle. Free pork rinds and jewelry, jewelry, jewelry. They want a cold-wax hair-remover, free cosmetic consultations, and Persian rugs. Women want to drive the new Infiniti, a car that knows the road better than you do and is invisible to the wind. They are prone to buying garlands made of dried fruit and vegetable matter. They are interested in colognes that smell just like other colognes but at half the price. Women like value. Women want hot disco nights filled with hot disco songs like “You Can Ring My Bell” by Anita Ward, underwear in shades of black, beige, white, and occasionally purple as well as soft, cuddly bedtime things and more jewelry. They want hats and bags made of hemp or hemp-like substances and nutrition for their hair. Women want real goatskin rugs for under $30, jewelry cleaners, and pimple products that make you say, “Oh, baby, that’s nice.” Women want a powerful garden pruner called the Lopper. (Their husbands and boyfriends do not want them to have this particular product.) Ladies want to dance with Fred Astaire or with a man who dances like Fred Astaire. They want certain anatomical features altered with collagen, and they like lots of New Age music. Women want dresses that look like they have been stitched together from pieces of old quilts and baby clothes that are so cute only a baby could wear them. Women want a variety of fine, flavored cooking oils in wine bottles and scented products for the bath. Women want pillows that will massage their backs almost as much as they want certified organic milled flaxseed and wheat germ. They want to race for a cure to breast cancer and get rid of their glasses through the miracle of laser eye surgery. Women want straight spines and are willing to go to a chiropractor to get straight spines. Based on the appearance of one mannequin, women want to be wrapped in Ace bandages so they look like a mummy and wear their lingerie on the outside while carrying an Easter basket. Women want player pianos and cookbooks that teach them how to cook Tennessee- and Mississippi-style. Women want fudge in a variety of colors and shapes, bunnies, for instance, as well as scarves made from grass-like materials, paperback copies of The Lord of the Rings, and up to 3,500 monthly bonus minutes. Women want Bibles and Bible-related videotapes such as The Story Behind the Cross starring Judge Reinhold and children’s books about angels and where angels go to school. Women want to be a pampered chef, own ceramic, basketball-shaped planters, and possess pretty, soft-focus pictures of their children frolicking in what appears to be the English countryside. They want to see fashion shows for their pets and to wear Capri pants from Target. Women want prepaid legal services making equal justice under the law a reality and full-sized statues of Elvis and the Blues Brothers. They want a big gun-toting man who won’t talk back because he is made of plaster. They want to stand in line for up to an hour for the opportunity to spin a wheel to win a four-ounce sample of rice. Women want to register to win. And they really want to win. Women want Glory (Glory turnip greens, that is), burgers that don’t have meat in them, and coffee that tastes like coconut cream pie. Women want to be fed bite-sized food samples on toothpicks and sing karaoke to all the hits on KIX 106. They want ferrets and other alternative pets or, at the very least, a stuffed bunny. They want to travel Arkansas and have furniture and clothing made with animal prints as well as colorful artificial flowers that look just like real flowers and see Barry Manilow on March 31st. They want to register to win a chance to see Barry Manilow on March 31st. But, most of all, women want the Amazing Mr. Sticky, a lint-remover with a telescoping handle. Women want things that are patriotic and support the Arkansas Razorbacks. Women, in short, want it all.

Now, my fellow men, as you go about having your weekend fun armed with all this newfound knowledge, remember what we all learned from reading Spider-Man: With great power comes great responsibility. Go get ’em, tigers.