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THE LEGACY OF NEGRO LEAGUE BASEBALL

Baseball fans worldwide admire, respect, and miss the days when the Memphis Redsox played hardball against the world’s best African-American baseball players at Dr. W.S. Martin Stadium. In 1924-1925, 1927-1930, 1932, 1937-1962 , Memphis Red Sox games were a fixture on Sunday afternoons after church. Recently the Bluff City played host to a reunion of Negro League baseball players. On hand to sign autographs, field questions, and provide insight on this unique era of professional sports was Memphian Joe B. Scott, outfielder with the Red Sox for nine seasons, Scott also played with the New York Black Yankees and Pittsburgh Crawfords, and in Canada. Joe B. In this Flyer exclusive interview Scott articulates some of his memories of playing baseball in the Negro Leagues. For more details on Negro League Baseball log onto www.nlbpa.com and also check out www.ynlbpc.com.

Flyer: Talk about Martin Stadium, the home of many Memphis Red Sox games, What was the venue like?

Scott: The stadium was beautiful, it seated about 8 thousand people, and the front entrance was on Iowa Street, which is now named Crump Blvd.

Flyer: Tell me about traveling in those days on buses for long periods of time without air conditioning, and modern luxuries?

Scott: The bus driver was the mechanic, the bus would break down and be fixed by the driver / mechanic. We traveled all over Philadelphia, New York City; for example we would leave Memphis on Friday night after a ball game and drive all the way to New York to play a triple header… Two games in Yankee Stadium, and travel to play a single game that same night in Bushwick, New York.

Flyer: Talk about some of the great players you played against — like Jackie Robinson, who played with the kansas City Monarchs and became the first African American Player in the Major League with the Brooklyn Dodgers on April 10, 1947, Satchel Paige, and Josh Gibson, and the list goes on.

Scott: I played with Satchel Paige six years in All-Star games where we played against mixed teams like the House of David. After the World Series we (Negro League All-Stars) would play the major league all stars.

Flyer: Can you recall any other standout players you remember competing against in the days of Negro League Baseball?

Scott: A great memory is when I got a chance to play against Willie Mays when he come up. And, I would say he’s one of the greatest outfielders of all-time. Mays was in high school and he joined the Birmingham Black Barons. We played in Huntsville, Alabama and he climbed a picket fence to get a line drive off of my bat. And I said kid you going to be a good ball player. I’m about ten years older than Willie Mays.

Flyer: How special is it to see people in Memphis paying tribute to the Red Sox and the Negro League brand of professional baseball?

Scott: It’s wonderful. I’m glad to see it happen. To bring history up to date, people can look back and say they didn’t know this but now they know some parts of the history of the Negro League, which was one of the most powerful money making sports for team and stadium operations for owners.

Flyer: What do you tell young people about hard work paying off in sports and in life?

Scott: Go to school everyday, learn something new everyday, stay in good company, and listen to your mother and father and when you go into sports listen to your coach and you can be a winner.

Flyer: What was the longest game you ever played in with the Memphis Red Sox?

Scott: 14 innings in 1949 here in Memphis at Martin Stadium. In the bottom of the 14th inning I hit a home run to defeat the New York Cubans 1-0.

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Big Trouble

K-19: The Widowmaker starts off a lot like another good-ship-gone-wrong film of recent memory: Titanic. Much like the infamous luxury liner whose name has become synonymous with disaster, the Russian nuclear submarine K-19 was supposed to be the biggest and the best. K-19, like Titanic, starts off obviously but appropriately foreshadowing why the voyage is doomed from the beginning. Pride in both country and manufacturing is at play here: K-19 was a triumph of engineering and capability for a Russia desperate to assert itself as a world power at a time when World War III looked more like a looming inevitability than a worst-case scenario.

Harrison Ford is Alexei Vostrikov, a respected and feared senior navy captain brought in to supervise the finishing touches and maiden voyage of K-19 (nicknamed the Widowmaker because 10 men died in separate incidents during its construction). He relieves of his command K-19‘s Captain Mikhail Polenin (Liam Neeson) and hastens the ship’s preparations for its essential first mission: the firing of a test missile from the Arctic Circle. Vostrikov pushes the limits of both vessel and crew by crashing through the forbidding Arctic shelf and plummeting to crushing depths — all to prove to his crew that were they at war, there would be no opportunity to make mistakes, nor would there be time for fear. Tensions boil between Ford’s and Neeson’s captains. Polenin knows the limits of his craft and crew, while Vostrikov must exceed and expand them. And they are indeed tested when the reactor’s coolant system springs a leak and the lives of all aboard are weighed against the success of the mission. Vostrikov is placed in a political and logistical nightmare: If the ship explodes, it will detonate the sub’s warheads and destroy a nearby U.S. Navy destroyer — which would probably be interpreted as an act of war and could kick off WWIII. If the crew abandons the ship, they could be surrendering the Russian flagship and all of its secrets to the U.S. If they stay, they could die from hideous radiation poisoning. All the while, mutiny hangs in the air and the temperature of the reactor climbs ever closer to its terminal 1,000 degrees.

Director Kathryn Bigelow, who knows the craft of suspense (Blue Steel) and action (Point Break), has put together an effective, if unextraordinary, thriller. Tensions run high, of course, and there is plenty of expected sub-related excitement afoot — scenes with rivets popping out of the hull, water leaking, and the insanity that comes when claustrophobia and disaster combine. There is one particularly harrowing scene where men take 10-minute shifts repairing the leak in the reactor. Each enters the reactor after seeing the last worker exit, ravaged by radiation. The film is at its best when showing this kind of reality: the fear and determination of its crew, whose heroics are the kind typically reserved for movies about Americans in similar peril.

Beneath the veneer of explosions and last-second saves, however, there is a refreshingly complicated and engaging political adventure unfolding. Bigelow and screenwriter Christopher Kyle take a very objective perspective in showing us the realities of the Soviet political machine, as national priorities are juggled in favor of beating the Americans to technological superiority and control of the world’s interests — at the expense of safety and sense (a practice common in this hemisphere as well). Additionally, we are given a complex yet uncompromising treatment from both sides of the argument of the two captains, whose tensions rise to a surprising and satisfying climax, and we see that the Russian code of honor leaves no room for doubt. Ford and Neeson are a great match, both with their own brand of authority and concern. While their Russian accents leave much to be desired, their credibility as men who may hold the fate of the world in their hands is absolute. And in our current world, where that very fate sits in too many hands, this film shows us, challengingly, the honor and heroism of the “enemy” within.

Bo List

If you see only one monster movie this summer don’t see Eight Legged Freaks. An agreeable but hackneyed comedy about giant, mutated spiders attacking a small, Southwestern mining town, Freaks hits the big screen one week after an even more ridiculous monster movie, the retro-futuristic Reign Of Fire. (Wouldn’t you have loved to have been in that pitch meeting? “It’s Matthew McConaughey fighting dragons in the future!“) And the differences between the two films are instructive: Where Reign Of Fire is a great bad movie, Freaks is merely a lazy, conventional one.

Several films over the last couple of decades have taken on material similar to that in Freaks (a community besieged by alien creatures, terrestrial or otherwise) and with a similar tone (jokey, amiable, cartoonish homage to earlier creature features) — obvious antecedents like Arachnophobia and Tremors, Tim Burton’s alien-invasion Mars Attacks!, and Joe Dante’s genre standard-bearer Gremlins among them — and all have fared better than Freaks, which reaches for freshness in what has become the stalest way possible: by incorporating oh-so familiar and half-hearted attempts at witty self-referentiality à la Scream. There’s the clip from one of those ’50s-era scare films playing on the television in the room of the preteen boy who, per convention, is the only person in town to understand what’s going on, and then there’s the same kid’s wink-wink, nudge-nudge speech about how “they never believe the kids.” And worst of all is one character’s desperately topical exclamation “It’s a spider, man” followed by a double-take just in case the viewer doesn’t get the lame pun.

Reign Of Fire, by contrast, pays truer homage to B-movie matinee fare through the utter conviction it invests in its preposterous narrative, charming partly through unpretentious fantasy escapism and partly through moments of giddy ludicrousness far more entertaining than the standard Mystery Science Theater 3000 kitsch. When ugly American McConaughey (sporting camouflage and one of those wild-eyed-Southern-boy stares) dukes it out with Englishman Christian Bale (wearing a Euroweenie turtleneck sweater!) in some fever-dream reenactment of a closed-door argument between George Bush and Tony Blair, it’s one of the most ridiculously entertaining things on the big screen this year, its unintentional comedy far outpacing any of the telegraphed laugh lines or too-familiar visual jokes found in Freaks.

Eight Legged Freaks, despite its too well-worn, genre-spoofing intentions and too by-the-numbers script, could have saved itself with its cast and its critters, but it flubs both. Kari Wuhrer (MTV’s Remote Control, countless second-grade “erotic thrillers”) and Scarlett Johansson (Ghost World) might make one of the most fetching mother/daughter tandems ever put on-screen, but the latter, especially, isn’t given enough to do here in her marginal, conventional scream-queen role. Instead, most of the action is given to the kid (Scott Terra), a Harry Potter look-alike who doesn’t register much of an impression, and David Arquette, who gives a slightly toned-down version of his standard schtick.

As far as the critters, the film is plagued by the technological “advantage” it has over the vintage B movies to which it seeks to pay tribute. While it may be cool to see the car-sized jumping spiders taking down dirt-bikers in mid-air, the dull two-dimensionality of the computer-generated spiders gets a little tiring after awhile, especially when compared to the cheaper-looking but more engaging mythic, painterly Reign Of Fire dragons (especially in scenes in which the fire-breathing baddies are viewed from a distance).

So if you’re only going to see one monster movie this summer ask yourself if you want to see a slapdash product that pays homage to great B movies (which, chances are, you haven’t even seen) or just a great B movie? — Chris Herrington

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Family Act

Will You Miss Me When I’m Gone?

The Carter Family &

Their Legacy In American Music

By Mark Zwonitzer with Charles Hirshberg

Simon & Schuster, 397 pp., $25

Mark Zwonitzer’s Will You Miss Me When I’m Gone? describes the funeral of Sara Carter, the haunting alto voice of the Carter Family, thus: “Janette [the daughter whom Sara all but abandoned to Sara’s ex-husband] lost any Carter reserve she had left, and as she was taken up to the open casket for the last look at her mother, she could no longer control her sobbing. Mommy, she cried out, for something beyond that body in the casket, Mommy, Mommy.” The image of a grown woman crying out like a child at the passing of a mother she lost long ago is plucked directly from some lost Carter Family song. Not a page goes by in Zwonitzer’s detailed history that he does not find some way to connect the facts of the Carter Family’s lives, be they cold and hard or positively jubilant, to their tremendous and tremendously important body of recorded work.

From virtually the dawn of the commercial recording industry to the Great Depression and WWII (a time when even big hillbilly stars still had to sweep spiders from the outhouse), the Carters were the musical voice of the American heartland. Will You Miss Me, almost Dickensian in its scope, misses no exotic detail or idiosyncrasy as it chronicles the Carters’ steady rise from the desperate poverty of the appropriately named Poor Valley to their full-fledged superstardom playing the powerful U.S.-Mexican-border radio station XERA, which was owned and operated by a wealthy quack doctor who made his fortune grafting goat glands onto human testicles to “cure” impotence.

Carter Family patriarch A.P. Carter called himself a “musicianer.” But he was a self-made folklorist who collected, recorded, and, as a songwriter, drew inspiration from the charismatic gospel, lean blues, and ancient balladry of the region surrounding his Clinch Mountain home in rural Virginia. His love of old songs transcended even the racial hatred of the Jim Crow South, and long before Elvis garnered an undeserved degree of infamy for recording the songs of such well-known African-American artists as Big Mama Thornton, A.P. was searching for a way to shatter the race barriers in music. The recordings he and his musically inclined family made of these same songs represent the virtual fountainhead of both folk and country music.

According to Zwonitzer, A.P. was delusional when he gave up the ghost at his Poor Valley home in the shadow of Clinch Mountain. Not at all surprising for a man who lived his life in a sort of self-involved daydream — a daydream that cost him his marriage, his band, much of his livelihood, and a great deal of recognition. In his last hours, he thought he was performing again with the Carter Family, and he would call out song selections for Sara, his long-absent ex-wife, to perform. He died without the money for a proper monument but with substantial landholdings to pass on to his children. The local paper even failed to carry an obituary. Zwonitzer renders the character of A.P. with such tremendous detail, you feel like he’s standing in the room with you, asking if you have any old song you’d be willing to part with, and yet he remains an enigma both powerful and powerfully tragic: the very model of a broken honky-tonk protagonist living with nothing but memories of a time when life was full of love and excitement.

A.P.’s sister-in-law Mother Maybelle Carter, whose innovative and influential guitar playing as well as her generosity of spirit and unfailing moral compass made her the living patron saint of country music, passed quietly in her sleep after a triumphant evening at a bingo parlor where she won $50. Her career stretched well into the age of television, and her death drew international media attention. Like everyone who ever met her, Zwonitzer treats Maybelle with nothing but affection and respect.

From the generally exploitative business of the nascent recording industry to the rise of radio and television, Zwonitzer never misses an opportunity to define his subjects in terms of history and technology. By chronicling the often funny and occasionally terrifying tales of generally unwanted romantic overtures from the likes of Jimmie Rodgers and Hank Williams and relating stories of Elvis Presley’s youthful pranksterism, Zwonitzer places the Carters alongside the most important musical figures of the first half of the 20th century without ever letting his story drift in the direction of hagiography. In fact, the more star-studded the book becomes, the more humanizing it becomes. It reminds us that before mass media infected the world with the concept of superstardom, many of the biggest stars of pop music were just plain folks. That simple fact is, in many cases, what made them famous in the first place. Will You Miss Me When I’m Gone? is an engrossing, entertaining, and constantly revealing portrait of the first family of country music. It never ceases to amaze and enlighten.

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That’s Sprawl, Folks!

If you just bought a home that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars in a neighborhood of similar big, expensive houses, you probably think you’ve already paid your fair share to attain the good life. The mortgage is one monthly reminder, and real-estate taxes are another. But the price you’re paying is just the beginning of the costs that make it possible for you to live there. Much of the rest of it is paid by people outside of your suburb, people who never realize the benefits.

Myron Orfield is the author of American Metropolitics: The New Suburban Reality. He says the people who live in upscale suburbs get the advantages of good schools and nice roads, but they don’t pay all of the underlying costs. Much of that is passed on to others. According to Orfield, “Most of us aren’t able to live in the communities with $400,000 houses and massive office parks. Only about 7 or 8 percent of us can afford to live there, and the rest of the region really pays the freight for that.”

That’s because the rest of the region pays the county and state taxes that make the roads and nice schools possible. Orfield says a residential area alone doesn’t generate enough tax revenue to pay the full costs:

“We all subsidize that development, and so when all the resources of the region concentrate in 6 or 7 percent of the region’s population, it really hurts the vast majority of the people.”

And while the cost of supporting upscale neighborhoods is substantial, that’s just the beginning of the hidden costs of sprawl.

In most cases, those nice suburbs are nice because they’re situated away from the hubbub of work and traffic. The people who live there might have to drive a little farther to get to work, but, hey, when they get home, it’s a complete escape, worth the extra drive time. Right?

William Testa is an economist with the Federal Reserve Bank in Chicago. He measures things by how efficient they are. He says driving a little farther from the suburbs to work and back isn’t necessarily a bad thing: “If people want to travel farther because they can live better, then it’s their choice. If they feel they live better with a longer commute, then we wouldn’t necessarily call that an inefficiency. When it can be inefficient is when people don’t pay for the costs of their own travel.”

And that’s the rub. If you decide to drive 30 miles to work instead of 10 miles, the taxes on the extra gasoline you burn don’t begin to pay the extra costs of that decision.

“The spillover costs that they don’t internalize when you decide to get in your car and drive someplace, such as to your job,” says Testa, “is environmental degradation. The cost of road maintenance isn’t directly paid for when you decide how many miles to drive. So economists would say that driving is not priced correctly to have people efficiently choose how many miles they choose to drive.”

When an upper-middle-income family chooses to live in an enclave with others in their tax bracket, it’s a given that the people who teach their children, who police their neighborhoods, and who fight their fires are not going to be able to afford to live there.

In fact, those who would work in the restaurants and at the service stations in many cases can’t take those jobs because they can’t afford the housing or the commute.

Emily Talen, an urban planner at the University of Illinois, says that’s a cost that can’t always be measured in dollars and cents. It’s a separation of the haves and the have-nots. According to Talen, “Social cost is that fragmentation, that separation, that segregation on an income level more than anything else.”

Talen says when people decide they can afford the good life in a nice suburb, they often think of their own success but not about the costs to others:

“This is what our nation is founded on. It is founded on the pursuit of happiness, and I think that has been kind of problematic. People are thinking in terms of their own individual happiness rather than about the common good.”

Talen says when a town decides it will only allow expensive houses to be built, it’s decided that all labor for its services will be imported from out of town. The expense of that decision is borne by everyone else, especially the lower-income people forced to commute.

Testa says that, in the end, that cost might be the greatest one to society at large: “This is un-American and very undemocratic and something that we ought to think about very seriously. Could we really live with ourselves in a society where there aren’t housing options available for people to make a livelihood, to follow the opportunity for their livelihood?”

Experts say there’s nothing wrong with pursuing the good life as long as everyone is paying their fair share of the cost. They say right now that’s not happening, and those who never benefit from a pleasant life in the suburbs are paying much of the cost for others to do so.

Lester Graham travels throughout the Midwest, reporting on the environment. This article first appeared on AlterNet.

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Hot Properties Real Estate

Back To Front

The Hays Hardware Company building on Front Street was an important element in the re-emergence of downtown as a residential community. The two-story brick structure completed around 1928 was renovated about 10 years ago to create space for two businesses and two condominium residences — a bold development decision at a time when only a couple thousand people lived downtown.

The Hays building is in the South Bluffs Warehouse Historic District, an area that has been through several significant development phases in the past 150 years. After the Civil War, it became a fashionable residential district extending along Front Street from Beale to Calhoun. When the Frisco Railroad Bridge was completed in 1892, the South Bluffs became a bustling retail, wholesale, and warehouse center. By the 1920s, most of the area between South Front and the river was used for warehouses and distribution centers and had one of the United States’ largest wholesale grocery markets. The brothers Dennis, Walker, and George Hays established the Hays Supply Company in 1923, specializing in “heavy hardware” — woodworking machinery; plows, motors, and mowing machines; supplies for blacksmith shops and wagon works — and providing “practically everything that the industry and agriculture of nine states need,” as Dennis Hays stated in a 1935 interview for The Commercial Appeal. The company was noted for shipping mail orders, as well as telegraph and long-distance telephone orders, on the same day they were received.

The Hays building has both land and river fronts; the condominiums share an entrance-stair hall from the Front Street side and another entrance from the west side parking area where the condos have reserved parking. A deck provides a nice perch for watching the river roll by.

The north unit of the Hays building is a 2,000-square-foot loft with 13-foot ceilings, brick walls, exposed wooden ceiling joists, and long overhead runs of tubular duct work. With minimal internal divisions, the space has an open, airy quality and offers great functional flexibility. A wide entrance hall delineates the east and west “wings” of the residence. The west wing faces the river and includes the kitchen and seating and dining areas. The polygonal kitchen island is a combination work surface and breakfast bar. Ample expanses of pine kitchen cabinets with open shelving for top cupboards contribute to the “low-tech” ambience. A large utility room off the hall contains the unit’s mechanical and laundry equipment with lots of room left for storage.

The east wing, with a window-wall overlooking Front Street, has a bedroom area and an adjoining space that could be either a sitting room or office. A sweeping curve of wall encloses the bath and dressing area. The bath design clearly proclaims, “Bathing should be fun.” A broad ledge wraps around three sides of the extra-large whirlpool tub. The shower, an odd-shaped space tucked into the intersection of the hall wall and the curved wall, has neither door nor curtain but is so big that splashing water isn’t a problem. The ceramic floor tiles extend into the shower, covering the floor in an unbroken swath of color. The vanity counter is covered with a whimsical mix of colorful, rustic, hand-painted ceramic tiles, and the lavatory bowl is a deep, cobalt blue. The huge closet area is open to the bedroom, but it could easily be screened or enclosed.

The Hays building condominium conversion was instrumental in the effort to get people to move back to Front Street; the loft residence available now offers a unique and urbane environment in Memphis’ once-again fashionable downtown.

Hays building loft

271 South Front Street

2,000 square feet

1 bedroom, 1 bath; $259,000

Realtor: Sowell & Company

Agent: Jane MacPherson, 278-4380

www.sowellandco.com

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Hot-air Bubble

With the “New Economy” now in shambles, it’s easy for media outlets to disparage the illusions of the late 1990s — years crammed with high-tech mania, fat stock options, and euphoria on Wall Street. But we hear very little about the fact that much of the bubble was filled with hot air from hyperventilating journalists.

Traveling back in a time machine, we would see mainstream reporters and pundits routinely extolling the digitally enhanced nirvana of huge profits and much more to come. The new-economy media juggernaut was not to be denied.

Sure, journalists occasionally offered the common-sense observation that the boom would go bust someday. But it was a minor note in the media’s orchestral tributes to the new economy. And the bullish pronouncements included an awful lot of hyped bull.

Five years ago, Business Week‘s July 28th edition was scorning “economic dogma” for its failure to embrace the glorious future at hand. “The fact is that major changes in the dynamics of growth are detonating many conventional wisdoms,” the magazine declared in an editorial that concluded, “It is the Dow, the S&P 500, and NASDAQ that are telling us old assumptions should be challenged in the New Economy.”

A column published on July 24, 1997, in the very conservative Washington Times, by economist Lawrence Kudlow, rang the same bell: “Actually, information age high-tech breakthroughs have undreamed of spillovers that impact every nook and cranny of the new economy.” Kudlow was upbeat about “even higher stock prices and even more economic growth as far as the eye can see.”

In 1998, the July 20th issue of Time was one of many touting the economic miracles of the Internet. “The real economy exists in the thousands — even tens of thousands — of sites that together with Yahoo are remaking the face of global commerce,” Time reported. The magazine could not contain its enthusiasm: “The real promise of all this change is that it will enrich all of us, not just a bunch of kids in Silicon Valley.”

When the last July of the 20th century got underway, Newsweek was featuring several pages about the national quest for riches: “The bull market, powered by the cyberboom, is a pre-millennium party that’s blowing the roof off the American Dream. It’s just that some of us can’t seem to find our invitations. And all this new wealth is creating a sense of unease and bewilderment among those of us who don’t know how to get in touch with our inner moguls.”

Meanwhile, insightful analysis of the new economy received scant mass-media exposure, but it certainly existed. While Newsweek was fretting about “inner moguls,” for instance, the progressive magazine Dollars & Sense published an article by economist Dean Baker warning that the country was in the midst of “a classic speculative bubble.” A crash was on the way, Baker pointed out, and it would financially clobber many working people.

Writing three years ago, with the stock market near its peak, Baker anticipated grim financial realities: “Many moderate-income workers do have a direct stake in the market now that the vast majority of their pensions take the form of tax-sheltered retirement accounts such as a 401(k). These plans provide no guaranteed benefit to workers. At her retirement, a worker gets exactly what she has managed to accumulate in these accounts. Right now, a large percentage of the assets in these retirement accounts is in stock funds.”

Overall, Baker contended, “the post-crash world is not likely to be a pretty one. The people who take the biggest losses will undoubtedly be wealthy speculators who should have understood the risks. The yuppie apostles of the new economy will also be humbled by a plunging stock market. But these people can afford large losses on their stock holdings and still maintain a comfortable living standard.”

Baker concluded his in-depth article by predicting a foreseeable tragedy that major media outlets rarely dwelled on ahead of time: “The real losers from a stock market crash will be the workers who lose most of their pensions, and the workers who must struggle to find jobs in the ensuing recession. Once again, those at the bottom will pay for the foolishness of those at the top.”

Now that the bubble has burst, most of the hot air about the new economy has dissipated. This summer, the media atmosphere is cool to scenarios for getting rich with shrewd investments.

Too late.

Norman Solomon’s most recent book is The Habits of Highly Deceptive Media. His syndicated column is published by AlterNet.

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City Reporter

Raising a Stink

Downtown carriage drivers file lawsuit against restaurant ordinance.

By Mary Cashiola

Felicia Williams has only had her carriage driver’s license for the past month. And if a temporary injunction is overturned, she’ll only need it for another month.

After filing a lawsuit in Chancery Court last week, Memphis carriage companies were granted a reprieve from the city ordinance that restricts them from parking within 100 feet of a restaurant. Chancellor D.J. Alissandratos issued a temporary injunction — in place until at least the middle of August — against enforcement of the ordinance enacted after some restaurants complained about the smell.

So far, the carriage companies have raised about $13,000 for their legal fund, partly by going door-to-door. Even though Williams hasn’t been a driver for long, she’s been out canvassing — on horseback — through Harbor Town and the South Bluffs for the past two months. “I had a friend who was a carriage driver,” she says. “I had just moved back from Wisconsin and wanted to help.”

Instead of asking for donations, she and four other people are selling certificates for carriage rides and telling people about the law.

“Ninety-nine percent of the people I talk to are appalled,” she says. “They can’t imagine Memphis without carriages.”

But according to American Chariot owner David Sydnor, that’s what will happen if the city’s ordinance is allowed to stand as is. He says the carriages will be relegated to Hernando and Fourth, spots that will put them out of business. “One company has already gone out of business. They’ve given up. Another one’s about to give up,” he says. Having received calls from people in other places wanting him to bring the carriages to their cities, Sydnor says the carriage companies would be welcomed at cities in South Carolina, Arkansas, and “anywhere in Florida.”

No matter where the carriage companies go, if they go, it’s unlikely they’ll run into another restaurant ordinance. Mike Miller is a carriage operator in Minnesota and the president of the Carriage Operators of North America (CONA). Miller has heard of city ordinances governing where carriages can park at certain times of the day due to traffic. But one about parking in front of restaurants? Never.

“This one took me by surprise,” says Miller. “It just doesn’t happen. There are bigger cities with more carriage companies, and I’ve never heard of anything like that.”

More often, Miller gets calls from hotels and restaurants that want carriage companies to park near their businesses. “It gives the place an ambience. That’s what they’re looking for.”

Although Miller doesn’t think the lawsuit will have repercussions on the carriage industry nationwide, he drafted an e-mail to the group’s members earlier this week reminding them to clean up their horses’ messes “ASAP” to prevent further problems.

“Cleanliness is a must for carriage companies,” he says. If a city has just one carriage company that is lax in their horses’ hygiene, it will cause problems for all of them.

Originally started because of difficulties with insurance companies in the 1980s, CONA helps lobby for carriage operators’ rights but has no plans yet to step in here.

“We’ve got to be so squeaky-clean it would make the average person sick … literally,” Miller says.


MATA vs. Madison

Local businesses continue

to struggle with trolley construction.

By Chris Davis

“Business has picked up some, but we are still down by at least a full 25 percent,” says James Dempsey Sr., owner of Stewart Brothers’ Hardware, which has operated at the corner of Madison and Cleveland since 1937. “I get calls from people every day saying that they were going to come down but they just think it’s too hazardous.”

And just why do people think it’s too hazardous? Because in spite of efforts to keep Stewart Brothers’ parking lot open to the public, trolley construction has made driving down Madison an “extremely confusing and frustrating situation.”

The filth kicked up from the construction has also turned Stewart Brothers’ white awning the color of red clay. “I don’t think [MATA’s] going to pay for that,” Dempsey says.

“At the meetings MATA held for us, there was a lot of emotion and people trying to calm us down,” says Overstuffed Deli owner Sandi Degasperis of encounters between MATA officials and angry Madison Avenue business owners. “We assumed they were going to help more.”

MATA did no studies on the economic impact of trolley construction on Madison Avenue businesses before beginning construction. No funds were put aside for assistance, and no assistance programs were put into place. Other cities facing similar situations with transit construction have plans in place to assist construction-besieged businesses, ranging from marketing assistance to low-interest loans.

To appease the angry business owners, MATA has been forced to find ways to help them, though there is no budget allocation for such aid. Most of the assistance has come in the form of advertising.

“We’ve done everything we said we’d do for them,” says marketing director Vanessa Jones. We’ve advertised on radio, in the Flyer and the Downtowner. We’re doing something with The Commercial Appeal.”

Though MATA initially claimed that it would not use bus advertising to promote businesses, Jones says that MATA is working with the Thompson & Company agency to create a campaign for Madison Avenue businesses.

“We’re spending $10,000 to do that,” Jones says. The campaign will include interior bus cards on all buses and large exterior banners on 50 buses. The theme is “Business As Usual On Madison.”

“We’re also working with Malco theaters,” Jones says, “running [slide advertisements] before the movies.”

But advertising is not necessarily the primary concern of business owners. They just want to see the project, designed to link downtown with the Medical Center, completed on time. Letters delivered to businesses in December claimed that the trolley would be finished this month, but according to Jones, there have been some delays.

MATA’s Tom Fox notes that between Main and Second streets, there has been a work delay while MATA coordinates joint efforts between Memphis Light, Gas and Water and Hill Brothers contractors. Fox did not know exactly how this would affect existing deadlines.

Tobacco Bowl owner Richard Alley is doubtful that the project will be completed by the end of July.

“They went three weeks without doing any [work],” Alley says. “For the last three months, it’s like nothing has happened. Maybe a week here and a week there but really nothing.”


The Price Of Safety

Transportation panel’s recommendations will come at a high price.

By Janel Davis

Last week’s child-care transportation safety report could mean financial difficulties for Joe Ann Wheeler and her daycare center.

Ellis Grove Learning Center transports 30 to 40 of the 70 children enrolled there. Throughout its seven-year existence, the center has transported the children in the 15-passenger vans commonly used in the daycare industry. But with the proposed new regulations, those vans will no longer be acceptable for transporting children. The proposal includes a January 1, 2005, deadline for all child-care providers to be licensed by the Department of Human Services (DHS) to use vehicles that meet federal motor-safety standards, such as school buses, which have been deemed the safest way to transport children.

The change causes problems for centers that use the cheaper vans. “I’m like a lot of other daycares,” says Wheeler. “We’re still paying notes on our three [original] vans. That’s going to be hard, not only on this daycare but on other daycares also, to turn around and buy new vans.”

Wheeler thinks the safety committee may be focusing on the wrong problems. “It’s not the van,” she says. “It’s the person [driving it].”

The safety committee was appointed by Governor Don Sundquist following an April 4th accident in Memphis that left four children and a daycare-van driver dead. The committee researched and made recommendations on child-care transportation throughout Tennessee.

Committee member Jane Walters has heard arguments like Wheeler’s before. “The National Transportation Safety Board has already replied to that. All we have recommended is what federal law is requiring of Head Start,” she says. “These vans do have a record of accidents. I am not naive enough to think that the person driving has no influence on that. This is federal law, and it will eventually work its way down. We did not do this arbitrarily.”

The panel also proposed that all vehicles carrying four or more children have a monitor on board in addition to the driver. Both drivers and monitors will be required to meet Head Start and CPR training standards, and a transportation limit will be imposed on the distance children can be transported to cut down on time spent in the vans. The DHS can carry out these guidelines, and legislators will vote on another recommendation that requires drivers to have a commercial driver’s license and undergo annual physical and mental examinations.

State Representative Kathryn Bowers, who has been actively involved in child-care legislation, would like to see daycare providers taken out of the transportation business entirely. Her proposal includes contracting out the services or providing public-transportation vouchers for clients to get to the centers. She sees the panel’s report and the governor’s recommendations as steps in the right direction but says, “I’m still a little concerned about the requirements of buses that will be needed. [The providers] have until 2005, but they still have to purchase new buses.”

“There are some things in [the report] that I think common sense dictates,” says Walters. “Even though it doesn’t directly involve transportation, it was difficult for me to get around the fact that it’s much more difficult to open a bar than it is to open a daycare center in terms of responsibility of owners and investigation … and that gives me pause.”

The DHS is scheduled to hold public meetings on the proposed standards and make a decision on the changes soon afterward.

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Local Record Roundup

I’m trying to avoid hyperbole here, but Time Bomb High School (In the Red; Grade: A), the just-released sophomore album from The Reigning Sound, transcends any qualifiers about “local music” whether or not it fulfills its increasingly considerable commercial prospects. In fact, the other records I’ve been thinking about most while listening to it constantly over the last couple of weeks are rather daunting comparisons: Time Bomb High School absorbs and reinvigorates pre-hippie Sixties rock and soul in much the same way that Bob Dylan’s “Love and Theft” absorbs and reinvigorates pre-rock blues and pop. And it is as concocted out of record-shop dust and marked by personal vision as DJ Shadow’s Endtroducing. Time Bomb High School may not be quite the enduring masterpiece that those two touchstones already are, but, with the lone possible exception of the White Stripes’ White Blood Cells (which draws on a different set of influences but, like Time Bomb High School, was recorded locally at Easley-McCain Studios), it’s the deepest and purest musical statement to come out of the recent garage-rock rebirth.

Lead singer/songwriter Greg Cartwright has long shown an uncanny knack for penning original songs that sound like lost rock-and-roll classics without sounding like he’s trying to write songs that sound like lost rock-and-roll classics. The catalogs of Cartwright’s previous bands — the Compulsive Gamblers and the Oblivians — are rife with such strokes of startling craftsmanship. The difference here, I think, is that Cartwright has finally found the perfect balance between noise and nuance. After the blistering garage-punk of the Oblivians, the first Reigning Sound album, last year’s Break Up Break Down, sounded like a radical departure — a mostly quiet record that evoked Byrdsy folk-rock and Everly Brothers-style country. As fine as it was, it also sounded like a solo record.

Time Bomb High School, by contrast, is the sound of a band coming into its own, with the uniformly great contributions of drummer Greg Roberson, bassist Jeremy Scott, and guitarist/organist Alex Greene as essential to the sound as Cartwright himself. This band gets into the bones and flesh of a whole era’s worth of great records without directly quoting any of them (outside of four covers, none of them standards), while Cartwright spikes them with a series of memorable lyrics. (“Reptile Style” is the best stuck-in-the-same-room-with-an-ex song since the Beatles’ “I Don’t Want To Spoil the Party,” and that’s just a highlight.)

Taking musical verities from one of American pop music’s greatest, and least appreciated, eras and investing them with such musicality, imagination, smarts, and soul has to be some kind of grand patriotic achievement in this time of national crisis. Somebody get these guys medals — or at least a fat record deal, so they can quit their day jobs.

His first non-self-released record since putting out Work Songs For a New Moon for RCA back in 1989, one-time would-be pop star Rob Jungklas makes a strong return to the record-making business with Arkadelphia (MADJACK; Grade: B+), an acoustic-based set of songs with a brooding and atmospheric, yet rootsy, musical tone that is something akin to PJ Harvey’s To Bring You My Love or some of the recent Tom Waits records. And, like Lucinda Williams’ Car Wheels On a Gravel Road, Jungklas’ latest is regionally specific, a personal tour of Delta mythology. Jungklas’ earthbound vocals keep the record from truly earning those comparisons, but Arkadelphia is a sharp set of songs. “I don’t care what the Good Book promise/I don’t care what the preacher man say/I’m a’move when the spirit moves me/And the whiskey and the women help me to pray,” Jungklas sings on the opening “Drunk Like Son House,” and the record frequently lives up to that lyrical standard in both content and poetic impact.

Arkadelphia is a foreboding song cycle populated by a vengeful Old Testament God and ever-resourceful devil, characters who make appearances through memorable one-liners like “Sometimes, God will mumble/But the devil always enunciates” and “God rode through Clarksdale with a shotgun out the driver’s side/I’m gonna cut down anybody who doesn’t have the sense to hide.” But for all the record’s fire-and-brimstone religious imagery, the concluding song, “Poker Face,” finds Jungklas arriving at a place even more uncomfortable –in front of a mirror: “I am one man among many/I was raised up to do right/You don’t need to meet the devil at the crossroads/To lose your soul on this dark night.”

Arkadelphia also marks a return for local label MADJACK, which has been quiet lately but is still batting 1.000 when it comes to quality. Look for the label to be a lot busier in the coming months with the release of Lucero’s sophomore disc, Tennessee, and the national rerelease of Cory Branan’s The Hell You Say. And the business will kick off this week at the Hunt-Phelan Home with a CD-release party for Arkadelphia at 8 p.m. on Saturday, July 27th.

If you want a lighter, more delicate take on the blues tradition, Alvin Youngblood Hart‘s Down In the Alley (Memphis International; Grade: A-) should fit the bill. I generally get more excited by Hart’s electric forays into classic rock and hippie country than by his acoustic blues sets, but there’s no arguing with something as fine as this: Hart with a bevy of vintage string instruments and a catalog of traditional blues standards. On Down In the Alley, Hart’s underrecognized singing (check out that high-pitched howl that introduces “How Long Before I Change My Clothes”) is as nimble and nuanced as his always-masterful picking, channeling the long-lost likes of “Sleepy” John Estes, Charley Patton, and Skip James. As simple as can be, it’s the best blues record this blues-crazed town has seen since the last time Hart stepped into a recording studio.

You can e-mail Chris Herrington at herrington@memphisflyer.com

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Postscript

Tragic Loss

To the Editor:

I am so saddened by the loss of Jimmy King. What an exciting showman and talented performer! I imagine he and Albert King are jamming together again.

Amidst my sadness at our loss, however, is a growing frustration at the lack of publicity our local musicians receive — unless, of course, they happen to die. My, how the wistful anecdotes and fond recollections pour out once a local musician passes on.

I rarely heard Jimmy King on local radio stations or mentioned on television until his passing last weekend. Now, it seems everyone in Memphis was his closest friend and biggest fan. In a town famous for crooked politics, failed sports ventures, rising crime, and pathetic education, our greatest attribute and redeeming asset is our music. Did you catch that? I said our music!

Had to get that off my chest.

Eric Hughes, Memphis

Unexamined Quote

To the Editor:

In Viewpoint (July 11th issue), Richard Cohen wrote, “If, as Plato said, the unexamined life is not worth living, then Al Gore has led one hell of a life.”

But Plato did not say that! It was Socrates — the father of Western philosophy — who said it.

Plato was a disciple of Socrates. Socrates was his teacher.

Arthur Prince, Memphis

Luttrell Man

To the Editor:

Sheriff candidate Mark Luttrell says his campaign is about “change.” Voters have a right to know who Luttrell is and why change is the last thing he should be talking about.

Former Shelby County mayor Bill Morris appointed A. C. Gilless director of the Shelby County Penal Farm. Morris also selected current county mayor Jim Rout to succeed him as mayor. Rout now supports Luttrell, another Penal Farm director, for county sheriff. Morris is also a strong Luttrell supporter. Looks like favoritism between friends or “good ole boy” backroom politics to me.

Luttrell has been a part of the system since birth. His father was a legendary corrections director and even has a federal facility named after him. It appears to me the type of change Mark Luttrell, Bill Morris, and Jim Rout are all talking about is superficial only. There is a real change being offered to voters of Shelby County, and Randy Wade represents that change.

Bill Sears, Collierville

Whose Ideas?

To the Editor:

Whose idea was it to create a temporary $25 wheel tax that is now permanent?

Whose idea was it to create a second mayor who would govern the county, a mayor whose office is a huge financial drain on the taxpayers?

The answer is Bill Morris, the first county mayor, who says that he gave A C Wharton his first job as public defender.

On July 15th, state taxes were raised, and if you want more raised taxes, then you certainly know who to cast your vote for.

Joe Mercer, Memphis

Dreads Election Day

To the Editor:

Would you vote for someone who believes in the tooth fairy? How about someone who believes in the Easter bunny? Santa Claus? Would you vote for someone who believes in Bigfoot or the Loch Ness monster? How about a demon from hell who possesses innocent souls?

Would you vote for someone who believes the earth is flat? What about someone who believes the earth is only 6,000 years old or that two of every species on earth could fit on one boat?

Could you vote for someone who prays for the end of the world? Or who thinks you’re damned if you love the wrong person? Or believes that eternal torment awaits all those who doubt God’s infinite mercy? Could you vote for someone who thinks you are damned just because you think?

That’s why I dread election day.

Michael B. Conway

Memphis

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Flinn vs. Wharton

PHOTO BY JACKSON BAKER

Though at various points it involved most of the famous names, both Democrat and Republican, touted for higher office locally, the race for Shelby County mayor in 2002 came down to two almost diametrically opposite types. They were Democratic nominee A C Wharton, the Shelby County public defender who had been the subject of election-year speculation for almost two decades, and Republican nominee George Flinn, a radiologist/broadcast magnate whose advent in politics almost nobody saw coming.

Wharton, a genial and polished African American who ran once for district attorney general and claimed experience on numerous boards and commissions, has always possessed a crossover potential that for many people over the years (Republicans and independents as well as Democrats) made him a potential model candidate. His many connections — as roommate to former congressman Harold Ford Sr. at Tennessee State University; as campaign manager twice for Memphis mayor Willie Herenton; as political appointee of a series of county mayors, including incumbent Republican Jim Rout — both enhanced and, in unforeseen ways, hindered his prospects.

Flinn’s path to political prominence was lonelier and reflected the scenarios of his two prior careers — as a pioneering doctor and as entrepreneur of a broadcast empire consisting of some 38 TV and radio stations, including many in Shelby County. A medical colleague (and supporter of Flinn’s GOP primary opponent, state Rep. Larry Scroggs) recalled late last year, “George was never a member of the club. He always did things a different way.” Flinn, who owns several patents in the field of ultrasonic diagnostics, established a thriving medical practice by, in effect, competing with the existing radiological establishment. After becoming successful in medicine, he then used his wealth to acquire his broadcasting stations, the highly diverse formats of which he proved willing to experiment with endlessly.

Flinn first considered running for city mayor in the crowded field of 1999 and then thought better of it, telling a Flyer reporter that the race, which eventually resulted in Herenton’s reelection to a third term, had come to resemble “a three-ring circus.”(Ironically enough, Herenton would, in the aftermath, use a similar term to describe the contest, in which he defeated such foes as then city councilman James Ford, county commissioner Pete Sisson, and wrestler Jerry Lawler.) Although he gave unstinting support to a race for the state legislature in 2000 by his son Shea Flinn, who ran as a Democrat, Flinn did not consider another race of his own until last year, when Rout announced he would not seek reelection and the Republican Party, looking for a consensus candidate to carry the party standard, kept coming up short with the name-brand candidates which the GOP hierarchy courted.

First, District Attorney General Bill Gibbons said no, as did lawyer and former councilman John Bobango. So did Probate Court Clerk Chris Thomas, state Sen. Mark Norris, former Memphis Redbirds executive Allie Prescott, and a host of others. Late in the year, Flinn, almost demurely, proffered his own name and was offended when party leaders kept looking past him and eventually recruited Scroggs, a respected legislator from Germantown.

Though, as events were later to demonstrate, Flinn had no experience with the routines of Shelby County government and no preconceived programs in mind for it, he had confidence in his own ability to master a new field and declined to back Scroggs, filing as a rival candidate early this year after a period of indecision. Most of the party rank and file remained loyal to Scroggs, but the legislator, who felt himself committed to service throughout the 2002 session of the General Assembly, was frequently absent from the county and was prevented, by state restrictions that were relaxed only in mid-spring, from raising money on his own behalf.

Flinn suffered from no equivalent handicap and would eventually spend almost half a million dollars in the primary — five times as much as Scroggs and almost all of it Flinn’s own money. Some of that money went to hire Tom Pardue of Atlanta, a consultant known to have a preference for bare-knuckle campaigning and the eminence behind Bill Frist’s upset win over Democratic senator Jim Sasser in 1994. Late in the 2002 primary campaign, TV ads and mailouts appeared, attacking Scroggs for his alleged openness to higher taxes. Flinn would be the winner on May 7th but at the apparent cost of alienating not only Scroggs and his supporters but Rout and other members of the Republican establishment.

Meanwhile, Wharton was simultaneously establishing ties with some of the estranged Republicans while making short order of his Democratic opposition. Two of the Democrats’ early leaders, state Sen. Jim Kyle and Bartlett banker Harold Byrd, had dropped out of the running — Kyle as far back as the fall of 2001 and Byrd in March, on the very last day allowed for formal withdrawal. Both had come to the same decision by different means and according to a different timetable, but each had seen credible polls showing Wharton’s strength to be formidable — to blacks, especially, but to white voters as well, even non-Democrats.

The supporters of Byrd, whose tightly knit family had kept the Democratic faith in highly Republican Bartlett for decades, thought that — in a year in which the county electorate would be roughly balanced between blacks and whites — he was the superior choice to lead a party ticket otherwise dominated by black candidates. Some of Byrd’s African-American backers — notably former Teamster leader Sidney Chism and legendary civil rights figures Maxine and Vasco Smith — were angered by Wharton’s candidacy, as was Byrd, who thought the public defender had encouraged his own campaign before entering the field himself in the wake of Rout’s withdrawal. Byrd, the Smiths, Chism, and others also looked askance at what they considered the undue influence on Wharton of Republicans and of such establishment figures as Bobby Lanier, a ranking aide who was an early Wharton booster.

By and large, however, Wharton was able to consolidate his party base and to keep his hopes of electoral outreach alive. He was kept on his toes through the primary season by his only remaining Democratic opponent, state Rep. Carol Chumney, who took firm stands on such issues as city/county consolidation and the question of countering urban sprawl and pointed out, accurately, that Wharton himself, though demonstrating his knowledge of most subject areas, was reluctant to take fixed positions.

Part of this was the result, no doubt, of political calculation, but part of it also stemmed from Wharton’s own cautious makeup. State Democratic chairman Bill Farmer of Lebanon, where Wharton grew up (he ended up in the Memphis area by virtue of attending law school at nearby Ole Miss), recalls that Wharton’s father, also known as A C (as with the son, the letters were the whole name, not a pair of initials), was a widely respected community figure who was similarly circumspect in expressing his judgments.

For whatever reason, candidate Wharton has continued to avoid attaching himself to hard and fast positions. Since Flinn, too, seems disinclined (or unprepared) to articulate specific positions on public issues, both major-party nominees appear content to campaign via exhortatory rhetoric and horse-race politics. Both have eschewed radical new spending, disdained taxes, deplored the $1.4 billion county debt, favored education, and opposed crime. In principle, both are open to single-source funding for city and county schools and to a degree of “functional” consolidation, but neither has committed to the more explicit versions espoused by Mayor Herenton. Nor has either tumbled to a specific remedy for sprawl or the need to preserve undeveloped areas like Shelby Farms.

For a while, the mysterious (and still not quite explained) independent candidacy of Sir Isaac Ford, a scion of the famous political family, complicated matters, but U.S. Rep. Harold Ford Jr. made his support of Wharton public, and brother Isaac eventually ceased a campaign that had the potential to adversely affect Wharton. Another problem — Herenton’s anger at being, as he saw it, cold-shouldered by a campaign bent on pursuing white suburbanites — was allayed by Wharton’s belated invitation to the mayor to take a more visible role in the campaign.

Flinn has campaigned on the basis of “accountability,” while Wharton has relied on a theme of “trust” (which, ironically, was the name of a public-relations firm he engaged to help spread his message). With only days to go, the temperature of the campaign has been raised by a Flinn TV commercial that attempts to rouse opponents of a publicly financed NBA arena against a controlling establishment presumed, or so the ad and follow-up press releases implied, to have handpicked Wharton. That was followed by a disclosure of suits against Flinn by two women who had received sealed settlements; Flinn’s campaign people pronounced their man blameless and called the effort to publicize the suits a “smear.”

In the few days left until the August 1st showdown, other inflammatory incidents and issues are likely to fester. In the end, though, the race will likely be decided by a shift of undecideds along the middle of the political spectrum — either to Wharton’s rhetoric of conciliation or to Flinn’s unadorned conservatism.


Life Of the Parties!

Partisan issues matter more in key races for Congress than in the contest for the governor’s office.

Al Gore boosts the morale of local Democrats at a recent gathering.

Tennessee, as former Governor Lamar Alexander observed this year in a phrase that ended up causing him some grief, is “not a Republican state.” Nor is it a Democratic one but a pendulum, the vote swings of which have often been reliable indicators of national changes in political direction.

That’s one explanation of why the Volunteer State has so often produced figures with a claim to national office or media prominence. Frank Clement, Estes Kefauver, Howard Baker, Albert Gore (Sr. and Jr.), Harold Ford Jr., and Alexander himself are a few instances of the phenomenon, which goes back to Andrew Jackson and others during the Republic’s first decades.

Geography is one reason why Tennessee is so often poised at the confluence of differing views. The longitudinal dimensions of the state take in the racially mixed flatlands of the west, the rolling hills of the state’s yeoman center, and the outright hillbilly homesteads of the east. Ancestral Democratic and Republican voting habits persist in much of the state (though hewing to a unifying conservative tendency). It is the relative turbulence in the cities and their ever-transforming suburbs that increasingly determines which way the state leans.

This year, by virtue of a Senate race that could well determine the balance of political power in the next Congress, of several congressional and legislative contests that could alter the state’s profile, and of a governor’s race that will, at the very least, determine the titular control of an increasingly tormented state government, Tennessee is being closely watched elsewhere for what signals it provides.

The Senate race developed when the state’s senior senator, Fred Thompson, decided in March not to seek reelection. Thompson’s decision, made in the aftermath of his daughter’s unexpected and untimely death, reversed an earlier one, reached during the mood of national rededication that followed the terrorist attacks of September 11th. Prior to either circumstance, Thompson, at one time one of the Republican party’s congressional eminences, had let it be known that he was sated with government service and wanted to move on — possibly to the job of head lobbyist for the movie industry.

During that first rush to positioning in mid-2001, the ultimate GOP rivalry would display itself in the persons of 7th District congressman Ed Bryant and Alexander. Bryant’s interest in both the Senate and the governorship had been known for at least two years. In early 2001, he had made a crucial decision of his own: At the time, Thompson was under pressure from his partymates to run for governor, and Bryant, believing like most Republicans that the senator would comply, made a show of renouncing the governorship, leaving that prize open to his congressional colleague Van Hilleary, who like himself had been interested in both a Senate race and a gubernatorial one. In effect, the two congressmen had divided up the turf, though — to Bryant’s chagrin — Hilleary proved the enabled one when Thompson decided not to run for governor. Then the senator let it be known that he might not run for anything at all.

The first indication of how the 2002 GOP Senate primary would play itself out occurred before that September 11th watershed, when Alexander — encouraged by Sen. Bill Frist, head of the Republican Senatorial Campaign Committee — leaked his interest in the Senate race. Learning of this, Bryant was unable to contain his fury and privately mocked Alexander’s motives, though he quickly backed off from overt criticism of the former governor.

When the Senate seat finally opened up with Thompson’s surprise announcement in March, Alexander and Bryant quickly declared their interest in running. The congressman adroitly bestowed public praise on Frist for his “neutrality,” an act of verbal gamesmanship that probably helped create a de facto state of neutrality when both Frist and the White House had been thought to support Alexander.

Once the two candidates began their run, it became obvious that former presidential candidate Alexander possessed advantages in name recognition, private wealth, and fund-raising potential. He was endorsed in short order by longtime party leaders and well-known Republican moderates. But Bryant went about his game of catch-up with advantages of his own — most of them rooted (“grass-rooted,” in fact) in the zeal of Tennessee’s proliferating new breed of suburban conservative.

The long story of the subsequent GOP primary campaign made short: Both Alexander and Bryant have campaigned relentlessly and indistinguishably along the same True Believer lines — pro-life, anti-taxes, pro-tax cut, anti-intrusive government, pro-Bush, anti-“death tax,” etc.. But they have found endless material to malign each other with — be it Bryant’s espousal of “solid” Republicanism in contrast to the “plaid” history of his putatively moderate opponent or Alexander’s accusation that his opponent has somehow victimized taxpayers by leasing a car to reach the far corners of his sprawling 7th District. Not a day goes by on any political journalist’s computer without the receipt of an attack e-mail from one or the other.

The truth is that Alexander’s record as governor, during which he requested and got relatively modest revenue increases to pay for his education program, places him closer to moderate on the political scale than you would find the more consistently conservative Bryant. But, as the former governor explained candidly during a visit to the Flyer, one performs differently as an administrator who must work with the leadership of two parties than he would as a legislator voting a personal preference or a party line. On the record of their campaign statements, there is no reason to assume that either Republican would deviate very much from the line set by the White House or the GOP Senate leadership.

There is every reason to believe, however, that either would differ significantly from Bob Clement, the consensus Democratic candidate, who has been able to quietly go about amassing a campaign war chest while the two Republicans have been dissipating theirs in mortal combat. By Democratic standards, Clement is a moderate, even a conservative. As a congressman, he voted with Bush on a number of key issues, including the president’s tax cuts. (And Clement, too, has weighed in against the “death” tax, which once upon a time was described, more accurately, as an estate or inheritance tax.)

But Clement has made it clear that he would find fault with the current administration line, especially on matters relating to prescription drugs, an area in which he has proposed a number of consumer reforms — such as requiring domestic pharmaceutical companies to charge no more for their products in America than they do abroad.

Over the years, Clement, son of legendary Tennessee governor Frank Clement, periodically floated gubernatorial candidacies which, after a public brooding spell, he never followed through on. His attitude toward the Senate race has been at once more lighthearted and more determined. As the senior eligible Democrat, he faced down both Memphis congressman Harold Ford Jr. and Tipper Gore, wife of former Vice President Al Gore, for the right to make the race.

Bryant’s vacated seat is being sought by two like-minded party-line Democrats, Tim Barron and Omer Hayden, and the survivor of their primary will have little chance in the 7th, which is, by design of both parties, about as heavily Republican a district as can be found outside the GOP homeland of East Tennessee.

Although there are other Republicans running, the next member of Congress will come from a field of five candidates — David Kustoff, Mark Norris, and Brent Taylor, all Shelby Countians; state Sen. Marsha Blackburn of Williamson County; and lawyer Forrest Shoaf of Davidson County. As a recent Mason-Dixon poll in which she finished first demonstrated, Blackburn has transcendent name recognition as a highly public anti-tax activist (she is the one whose e-mails from the Senate floor ultimately prompted an angry crowd to show up at the state Capitol in July 2001, whereupon a potential income-tax agreement was aborted).

Finishing second in that poll was Kustoff, a Memphis lawyer who directed George W. Bush’s successful (and crucial) Tennessee effort in 2000. Ranking third and fourth behind Kustoff, respectively: Memphis city councilman Taylor, who has been working the sprawling Memphis-to-Nashville district assiduously for two years, especially its rural sections; and state Sen. Norris, a southeast Shelby Countian and a smooth customer whose votes match those of Blackburn and Taylor on the lower-taxes/less-government scale but who manages to get along with virtually everyone. Late entrant Norris was many observers’ pick as frontrunner, but his well-heeled campaign has not yet delivered. For some weeks, Taylor engaged in a running feud with Norris, but both men have disengaged of late and fixed their fire on Kustoff, whom they targeted this week for such sins as claiming an A+ rating from the National Rifle Association rather than the simple A, which Kustoff, as a nonincumbent, would be entitled to from his perfect score on the NRA’s candidate questionnaire.

Aside from demonstrating that their competitive jealousies might have the effect of dividing up the Shelby County vote so that Blackburn could in the end prevail, the back-biting and in-fighting among the local candidates — especially over such minute differences — signifies, as does the Republican Senate primary, just how dominant the party line is this year and how little room exists for individual differences of policy or theme. Indeed, one of the mysteries of the race so far has been why the respectable ads and public appearances of Nashvillian Shoaf, a graduate of both West Point and Harvard Law School, have not boosted his stock appreciably; he has, after all, pointed out that his military background gives him a potential edge in the kind of geopolitical matter that September 11th should have made important.

The third major race confronting Shelby County voters on the state ballot is that for governor. Both major parties have contested primaries, although it is unlikely that former state legislator Jim Henry of Kingston, who is thought to be supported by current Governor Don Sundquist and other Republican moderates, can overcome conservative party regular Hilleary, who is vacating his 4th District congressional seat to make the race. The major ostensible difference between the two on policy matters is that, while he disavows the income tax, Henry is open to all revenue solutions as a way of circumventing the state’s long-term fiscal malaise, sure to return after a season or two in which this year’s quick-fix sales-tax increase might stem the tide. Increasingly over the past year, former Gulf War pilot Hilleary declared war on the income tax, promising ever more draconian revenges upon it, including a threat to repeal it if it had passed the General Assembly this year. He has made education his policy priority but has made few specific proposals concerning it and none that involve large financial outlays.

Phil Bredesen, the former Nashville mayor who, as the Democratic nominee in 1994, was beaten out by Sundquist, is almost certain to win the party nomination this year on the strength of an early start, superior financial resources, and the backing of virtually every major Democratic pol statewide. As a former health-care executive who made himself and other Tennesseans wealthy while reconstructing down-on-their-luck HMOs, Bredesen has obvious credentials to deal with such issues as TennCare, the promising but problematic state-run insurance system. In general, he has promised to bring superior management skills to state government, but, while few Democrats doubt his ability, many are somewhat estranged by his insistence on keeping step with Hilleary in his disavowals of an income tax to the point that, as one wag had it, if the Republican had promised to lock up Sen. Bob Rochelle of Lebanon, the legislature’s number-one income-tax proponent, Bredesen might have chimed in with “Yeah, and his wife too!”

Both Randy Nichols, the Knoxville district attorney, and Charles Smith, the former Board of Regents chairman and former state education commissioner, have loyal followers among dedicated Democrats, and each has some impressive endorsements. Nichols has been bold enough to espouse a state income tax, and Smith, too, has been open-minded about fiscal solutions. But neither has the funds or the network to give Bredesen a real challenge.

One thing is certain: Though there will be much partisan breast-beating in the expected race between Hilleary and Bredesen (a philippic delivered against the incumbent state administration by ex-veep Gore over the weekend being a case in point), the relative unimportance of party in state politics is best demonstrated by the fact that it was the Republican Sundquist who in recent years waged the valiant if ultimately futile crusade for tax reform that most rank-and-file Democrats favored, while likely 2002 Democratic standard-bearer Bredesen has been as hold-the-line on tax-reform issues as any post-Gingrich Republican or tax-baiting radio talk-show host would ever dare to boast.


The Under-ballot

Though not as noticed as the high-profile races, some key local positions are up for grabs.

Legislative Races

There are a few contested legislative primaries, most of them nominal affairs.

One race, which should have been a standout, never quite developed into anything other than a statement of principle on the part of challenger Richard Fields, a well-known civil rights lawyer, who took District 29 Senate incumbent John Ford to task for various alleged misdeeds in their Democratic primary.

In ads and isolated appearances, Fields made an effort to scourge Ford for trade-offs to special interests and, in particular, for questionable involvements in the child-care industry that, he said, made Ford a de facto obstacle to reform in that field.

But aside from the fact that Ford is a long-established fixture in his heavily African-American South Memphis district (one which he may not actually reside in), the senator is a figure of some significance in the legislature. Though he cuts an eccentric figure in Nashville as well as locally, Ford is known as a man to see for various kinds of legislation, particularly the health-care variety. And he was one of those who took the lead in tax-reform legislation.

Given the case Fields makes against Ford, the depth of his problem can be measured by the fact that state Rep. Carol Chumney, a central figure in child-care reform, maintains good working relations with the senator, who, late in the session, made this jocular remark to Chumney about his opponent:

“That Richard Fields, he’s been married to five different black women. He thinks he’s a black guy. He ain’t no black guy. I’m a black guy. And I want to marry you.”

In the House, among Democrats, state Rep. Larry Turner (District 85) is opposed by Paul Lewis; Rep. Barbara Cooper (District 86) is opposed by Berlin Boyd; Rep. Kathryn Bowers (District 87) faces Alonzo Grant; Rep. Carol Chumney (District 89) is paired with Mary Wilder; and House Speaker Pro Tem Lois DeBerry faces Hanalei “Lay” Harris.

Grant, a local entrepreneur who, along with his brother Greg, is becoming a fixture on ballots during election season, has posed an unusual situation this year, if not exactly a major challenge. Granted a franchise by the Shelby County Democratic Party to drive early voters to the polls, he was discovered handing them prepared sample ballots with a check by his own name and was made to desist. He’ll need more than that gambit to have a chance against the popular and respected Bowers.

Chumney’s “opponent,” Wilder, is actually her chum, who filed at her suggestion when the incumbent was running in the Democratic primary for county mayor. As soon as that race was over, the stand-in stood down and announced her support for Chumney, who will get a real challenge in the fall from Republican Ruth Ogles.

There are two Republican races of significance. In District 83, incumbent state Rep. Joe Kent normally draws at least one opponent who claims that Kent, who owns a house in Nashville and an apartment in Memphis, actually lives in the state Capitol. This year’s version is newcomer Chuck Bates, who is backed by an impressive coalition of social conservatives but will have hard going against the well-liked Kent.

The other GOP race, in District 93, is for the right to challenge Democratic incumbent Mike Kernell. Vying for the honor are John Pellicciotti, Jack Redden, Jon Stevenson, Bill Wood, and Mary Taylor-Shelby. Newcomers Pellicciotti and Stevenson have made some waves among district Republicans, Redden has some following, and Wood has developed a name as an anti-tax crusader, ferrying protesters back and forth to Nashville during the legislative session. Taylor-Shelby, the only African American in the group, is a perennial candidate.

Commission Races

There are seven contested county commission races:

* In District 1, Position 2, Republican incumbent Linda Rendtorff is opposed by two independents, Howard Entmann and Rebecca Hannon Treace. Entmann, a physician who works in tandem with Republican mayor nominee George Flinn, is making a serious effort against Rendtorff, who barely survived a GOP primary challenge. He has pulled off something of a coup in getting the endorsement of the Shelby County Democrats while simultaneously making an appeal to the embittered insurgent faction of the county’s Republicans.

* In District 2, Position 3, Democratic nominee Deidre Malone faces three independent challengers: Clarence Ferguson, Tony Rush, and Scott Banbury — the last of whom, a Green Party mainstay, has made a respectable race. But Malone should have little difficulty.

* In District 3, Position 2, incumbent Democrat Michael Hooks is under challenge from Republican Beverly Jones Farmer and independent Rex Hamilton. The latter got an endorsement from The Commercial Appeal, but Hooks, on the comeback trail from an admitted cocaine addiction, should easily overcome both that and questions about his special-interest voting record.

* In District 4, Position 1, Joyce Avery, the Republican conqueror of Clair VanderSchaaf in May’s primary, is heavily favored over Democrat Bob Koenig, who has made a dogged if legalistic case against the validity of Avery’s credentials to represent the district, and independent Henry Burchett.

* In District 4, Position 2, GOP nominee Tom Moss, a home-builder who overcame the aura of deal-making that surrounded his late 2000 appointment to the commission and became a respected spokesman for urban planning, should have little difficulty against Democrat Chester Charles.

* In District 4, Position 3, the oft-denied David Lillard, who lost out to Moss in 2002 but became this year’s Republican nominee for a different position, should have no trouble with independent Brian Yaworsky.

* In District 5, the commission’s only single-member district and the one destined to determine which party controls the body for the next four years, there are three candidates, all of whom have made serious cases and two of whom will fight to the wire. Libertarian Danial Lott, who has made impressive stump appearances, is the odd man out here. The winner will be either seasoned Democrat Joe Cooper or Republican newcomer Bruce Thompson.

For better or for worse, Cooper is identified with a controversial proposal to develop portions of Shelby Farms, while Thompson has defended the present arrangement for the 4,000-acre rustic habitat. Beyond this issue, each man bids to become a significant figure in his party’s affairs. The dogged Cooper, who has a good working knowledge of Shelby County government, has survived a slew of adversities and opposition from the fastidious to become a potential partner in a Democratic coalition that extends from Memphis mayor Willie Herenton, an enthusiastic supporter, to a corps of existing party allies on the commission. Thompson, the giant-killer who knocked off GOP mainstay John Ryder in the primary, has backing from both highly establishmentarian and dissident Republican sources and is in a position to launch a major career if successful.

County Offices

Though Democratic turnout in early voting has been surprisingly competitive, Republicans are expected to dominate on August 1st because of the high-profile U.S. Senate and 7th District congressional races driving their vote. That fact governs all of the following races:

SHERIFF — A Mason-Dixon poll taken a week before the election showed Republican nominee Mark Luttrell, who has taken to politics with relative ease for a straight-arrow newcomer, to be only single digits ahead and not the runaway candidate many had thought him to be. But he is still favored over Democrat Randy Wade, a Sheriff’s Department administrator who — controversially but perhaps wisely — has made an issue late in the game of Luttrell’s supposed strong suit: prisoner security at the county corrections institution, which the GOP nominee has headed. Both men have a surprising degree of crossover support from the other party.

COUNTY TRUSTEE — The Democrats’ best bet for an upset is city councilman E.C. Jones’ bid to unseat Republican incumbent Bob Patterson. Jones, who has a base constituency in Frayser and Raleigh, has sporadically questioned the spending habits of Patterson, who, however, commands popularity on both sides of the partisan line and can claim to have netted the county considerable returns on his investments. The incumbent should prevail.

CIRCUIT COURT CLERK — Democrat Del Gill has persevered through numerous setbacks to become a party nominee, only to discover that his Republican opponent, incumbent Jimmy Moore, has support from a number of key Democrats, including members of the Ford family. Moore is favored in a race that also includes independent Tommy Peoples.

CRIMINAL COURT CLERK — Republican incumbent Bill Key has enough experience and staying power to overcome a challenge from otherwise deserving Democrat Ralph White and independent Stanley Shotwell. (White is a talented man who will sooner or later, but not this year, find his niche.)

JUVENILE COURT CLERK — Incumbent Democrat Shep Wilbun, a 2000 appointee, had worked hard to build a record of public service before his underpinnings collapsed via an official investigation of questionable practices in his department. Under the circumstances, Republican Steve Stamson, a respected former employee of the clerk’s office, looks like a better bet than ever. Independent Samuel Watkins is also running.

PROBATE COURT CLERK — Democrat Sondra Becton has for years been pressing legal cases of various sorts against her erstwhile employer, incumbent Republican Chris Thomas. The voters will decide the issue, and indications are that Thomas, who has updated the office technology, has a fairly comfortable edge.

COUNTY CLERK — There are few more popular figures in Shelby County government than incumbent Republican Jayne Creson, and former radio personality Janis Fullilove, the Democrat in the race, is expected to fall short in her challenge. Independent Angelo Jennings is also running.

REGISTER — Incumbent Republican Tom Leatherwood is in a good position to be returned against Democratic challenger Otis Jackson, who won’t have wall-to-wall backing from his partymates because of his independent challenge to then Democratic nominee John Freeman in 2000. There’s an independent in this race too — Willie Artison — but he won’t figure.

Judicial Races

Two General Sessions positions, both now occupied by interim appointees, are up this year.

* In Division 2 (Civil), Judge Phyllis Gardner has been industrious and has worked well enough with former ideological foes from her days as a criminal prosecutor to win plaudits and a better-than-even chance to hold off challengers Dan Brown and Derek Renfroe.

* In Division 12 (Criminal), incumbent Jim Robinson has the Republican endorsement and enough standing with county Democrats impressed with his ability and sincerity to have a commanding edge against Bryan Davis and Democratic endorsee Gwen Rooks, a deserving figure in her own right.