It s the last Friday of the month again, which means it s time for tonight s South Main Art Trolley Tour, with free trolley rides the arts district s numerous galleries and shops. Opening receptions in the district tonight include: D Edge Art & Unique Treasures for blues and music by Mark Kingfish Conklin; Durden Gallery for works by mother and daughter Jean Turley and Lisa Funderburg; and at 517 S. Main for works by Meikle Gardner, including Iraq war-inspired art. There s also an opening reception tonight at Memphis Botanic Garden for this weekend s annual Memphis Potters Guild Spring Show and Sale. Tonight s Opera Memphis Benefit Concert at the Cannon Center features our own soprano Kallen Esperian performing a concert of arias and Broadway favorites. Today kicks off the Memphis Italian Festival in Marquette Park with an Italian mass, food, games, and more. T. Model Ford & Robert Balfourare at The Lounge tonight. The Melvins, Tomahawk, and Dalek are at the New Daisy. There s a concert by Sonny Landreth at The Peabody tonight, courtesy of FM 97.1 The Pig. The Wailers are at Newby s. And, as always, The Chris Scott Band is at Poplar Lounge.
Month: May 2003
‘…THE MESSIER IT GETS….’
Subj: Important Update: Democratic Roundup 2003
Date: 5/29/2003 4:10:34 PM Central Standard Time
From: shelbycountyexecutivecomm@earthlink.net
To: shelbycountyexecutivecomm@earthlink.net
Sent from the Internet (Details)
“Everybody gets so much information all day long that they lose their common sense.”
–Gertrude Stein
In the political world, thats called disconnect. Everybody is looking for alternative motives for everything that happens. But sometimes, things are real simple, even when its complicated.
At the time I sent my email announcement yesterday of the event, Janie Orr had spoken with and received authorization from Commissioner Deidre Malone to be listed as a host of the event. About an hour later, Ms. Orr advised that Deidre had called back to say she did not want to be one of the hosts. As a courtesy, I am resending the invitation with her name removed. The call was received prior to the actual printing of the invitation, so the invitations that were mailed did not include her name.
So it was, so it is and so it shall be.
This event was quickly planned by the Congressman and The Mayor, in consultation with Ms. Bowers. As a member of both Gales 2001-2003 Committee and Kathryns 2003-2205 Committee, I appreciate their gesture to honor the efforts of the past, as well as the hopes for the future, especially during this time of emotional upheaval that so often occurs during political campaigns. Theyre not actually doing all the planning themselves, of course. They are busy people. A number of volunteers are doing most of the work, as it always is, and properly so. But they are primary hosts and they are thinking of the needs of the Democratic Party.
So, thank you Harold. Thank you AC.
After all, the convention and selection of a chair is just another form of political campaigning, an expression of points of view and a desire to present and promote agendas that are heartfelt and believed to be important and worthwhile by the participants. Those of us who supported Kathryn were right to do so. Those of supported Gale were also right to do so. But, when the voting was done and all the arm twisting was over, we were 21, they were 20.
Granted, it was close. But still. I may be confused, but I think thats called winning the argument in a democratic society, especially a Democratic one.
Some of the Twenty believed that the TwentyOne should feel guilty about that.
Ive given that argument long and serious consideration. And Ive decided that I dont feel guilty. In fact, I feel quite the opposite. I feel validated — sad that the Twenty are so upset, which I understand, I would be too — but validated nonetheless. When youve won a race, you are entitled to feel that way.
It very appropriate that the Twenty should feel sad that their agenda was defeated. It is not appropriate for them to feel vindictive about it.
So I will not be putting guilt on my agenda.
So it is, so it was and so it shall be.
Im assuming the Congressmans and Mayors goal was is to pay due respect to the 66 members of the 2001-2003 Committee, as well as to encourage and uplift the 41 members of the incoming 2003-2005 Committee. I assume, of course, because I havent spoken with them personally, I was just enlisted to help. There is an honoree list of 107 people, more than the membership of the Tennessee House of Representatives. There was also the co-host committee of 24, all our elected Democratic officials and presidents of the most active Democratic Clubs who had to be contacted before listing them as hosts. Mr. Burgess, President of the Midtown Democrats, was reached only five minutes before the deadline I had given (as print director of the project) before I punched the Enter key to send the invitation via email and a PDF to the printer. And that was just for the issue of approvals from the hosts.
For those of you who had done much of it, you will realize that it takes a lot of time to work the phones. Time is a relentless enemy, its constantly advancing and it takes no prisoners. When time runs out, you are OUT. No reprieve. The March of Time ensures that you have to act if you expect to do.
“Our chief defect is that we are more given to talking about things than to doing them.”
–Jawaharlal Nehru (first Prime Minister of India)
Unfortunately, we are all children of the Star Trek generation, where we grew up with the subconscious belief that you poke at computer screens or whisper into hidden microphones to make things happen instantaneously. But we live in the real world, where a lot of time and effort has to go into doing even the simplest things. With only a small handful people working on the details, it was not possible to contact all the honorees in advance to clear their schedules.
I was awakened this morning (thats noon for me) from a very sound sleep to be advised of Deidres decision to withdraw from the host committee, and to learn that Ms. Carson, as an honoree, was expressing concern that she had not been informed about the event and would not be able to attend because she was conducting a workshop scheduled many weeks in advance.
As the outgoing Chair, she should have been contacted as a simple courtesy.
Gale, I apologize for that oversight. I wasnt on the phone committee, but I apologize anyway.
However, I also understand that Ms. Bowers has left numerous messages over the last two weeks on Gales voice mail in order to discuss several issues regarding the transfer of responsibility, and to make sure she knew about the reception.
Ms. Bowers has advised that none of the calls have been returned. If you dont return your calls before the fact, you get to find out things after the fact.
If Gale had returned Kathryns calls, maybe she wouldnt be so surprised as she claims to be on the The Flyer website today:
- “Anyway, I can not believe that I am only learning of this event three days prior to it happening and that an e-mail invitation is going out with my name on it and no one has contacted me to see if I would be available.” — Gale Jones Carson
Full Text At: http://www.memphisflyer.com/onthefly/onthefly_new.asp?ID=2376
So Gale will not be there Saturday. She has a workshop that she has worked long and hard on for many weeks. Im sure she was planning it before the reception was even conceived.
By the way, I am equally surprised that theres a workshop going on this weekend. I havent heard anything about it.
So it was, so it is and so it shall be.
Its an unfortunate coincidence, but coincidence nonetheless. Im sure that a number of committee members, past and present, may not be able to attend for any number of reasons. Gale is an honoree of the event, along with 106 others, and her understandable absence will not diminish the Congressmans and Mayors honest intent. Why Deidre chose to be the only elected Democratic official to not agree to be a host is also unknown to me. Maybe it was a misunderstanding in that she thought agreement compelled attendance (I understand she is also involved in the workshop). I will assume that was the case.
Im having to assume a lot of things because Im in no position to take the lead in every activity being planned. Im not on anybodys contact first list. Im just a grunt and party trench warfare specialist, and I dont hold any public office. Im just the lousy little party Secretary, an office I havent held a month yet. I could assume that everything being said is being said with evil intent. I havent made that assumption so far. Ive been waiting for evidence, and evidence of evil intent is beginning to accumulate.
We will raise a glass to the absent in their honor regardless (by the way, I am told that wine and soft drinks are being provided, otherwise its Cash Bar — Im not on the event planning committee either).
We should not be dealing with issues of transfer of party records from one administration to another at this point. It should have already been done, at Gales order, not Kathryns request. You want us to contact Matt Kuhn for the financials, fine. If you want us to contact Shirley Mason for the meeting minutes, fine. If you want to drag your feet at every opportunity, fine. If youre depressed over the events that have transpired, fine. Go to your doctor and get a prescription for Prozac. Youll feel better, I promise.
By the way, we also need the contact info and access codes for the party website. Maybe everyone else has been to tentative for asking for this info in fear of getting their butt chewed. So while were at it, Ill make this an official request. Send me the information, in email, ASAP. If you want to chew my butt for asking, fine. I got a big butt, I can take it.
Some people fear a public viewing of differences. In general, Im in favor of it. The strength of arguments carries the day. The wheat from the chaff gets sorted quickly that way.
Ive been hearing reports about appearances on black talk radio by Gale and others over the last few weeks that compares the whites on the new committee to slave owners and the black members as slaves.
Thats the kind of analogy that doesnt win any arguments. See what I mean about evidence?
The laws of physics teach us that every action has an equal and opposite reaction. So let the rumors fly. Democrats in Shelby County and the new Executive Committee dont have time to dwell on the past, very little time to act in the present, and the Great Enemy Time to fight against for the future. Because of the brouhaha of the Chairs race that should have been decided by the majority of the 21 members elected on April 12, we will already be two months behind in getting the new committee and its standing committees properly constituted and functioning.
From my point of view, given the pressure of the Great Enemy Time, that is a more than adequate period to suspend action in order to hold folks hands and tell Ôem that everything is going to be alright. From this point forward, youre either part of the team or you ARE NOT.
If youre not part of the solution, youre part of the problem.
–Eldridge Cleaver,
Minister of Information for the Black Panther Party,
who eventually became a born-again Christian and a Republican. Go figure.
Anyone that doesnt want to be part of the solution is free to sit on the sidelines. Thats another common and understandable human reaction, and I wont fault anyone who chooses that option. Ive done it myself. Sometimes the best thing to do is to sit out. It gives one an opportunity to reassess things, gather energy for the future and center your chi.
Im one-eighth Cherokee Indian and Im going to call on my animal totem, The Bear, to give me strength over the next two years. The shaman that read my animal sign told me not to get too excited over my totem. Youre not a grizzly bear, he said. Youre a black bear. Youre way too happy to be a grizzly.
Obviously, the shaman never saw me in a political fight. And he was Choctaw, not Cherokee, but he assured me that wasnt a problem. But he is a shaman, so maybe he knows more about me than I do. Lets just accept that Im a Happy Black Bear. But even a Happy Black Bear has its limits when it comes to provocation. As every animal keeper will tell you: Look but dont Touch. Ill bounce balls on my nose, wear silly hats and do all the things that entertain at childrens birthday parties. Ill even let you poke me once in a while, but if you poke too often, understand that theres a bear paw at the end of this arm. And I can bite, too.
So on June 5, this Executive Committee is going to don our hard hats and go to work. The hand-holding is over as far as Im concerned. Everyone else is free to make their own judgments. We are all individually responsible for our individual actions.
So it was, so it is and so it shall be.
Ill see you Saturday at the Racquet Club. Or I wont.
“The world is a messy place, and unfortunately the messier it gets, the more work we have to do.”
–KOFI ANNAN, the United Nations secretary general and winner of the Nobel Peace Prize. (NY Times)
—— Forwarded Message
From: ExecCom
Date: Wed, 28 May 2003 14:25:30 -0500
Subject: Democratic Roundup 2003: Saturday at 4 p.m.
You are invited to attend
Saturday, May 31, 2003
4 p.m. – 6 p.m.
at the
The Racquet Club Walnut Room
Democratic Roundup 2003!
Hosted By
Congressman Harold Ford Û Mayor A.C. Wharton
To Honor
New Democratic Party Chair
Kathryn Bowers and the incoming 2003-2005 Executive Committee
and Party Chair Emeritus
Gale Jones Carson and the 2001-2003 Executive Committee
Co-Hosted By:
State Senators Steve Cohen, Roscoe Dixon, John Ford and Jim Kyle
State Representatives Henri Brooks, Carol Chumney, Barbara Cooper, John DeBerry, Lois DeBerry, Ulysses Jones, Mike Kernell, Larry Miller, Joe Towns and Larry Turner
Assessor Rita Clark
County Commissioners Walter Bailey, Jr., Julian Bolton, Joe Ford, Michael Hooks,
and Dr. Cleo Kirk
and
Felicia Boyd, President, Shelby County Democratic Women
Dick Klenz, President, Germantown Democratic Club
Melvin Burgess III, President, Midtown Democratic Club
—
Oran Quintrell
Secretary
Shelby County Democratic ExecCom
901.327.8655
shelbycountyexecutivecomm@earthlink.net
Memphis, Tennessee
ADDENDUM
…Date: 5/30/2003 7:59:37 AM Central Standard Time
From: galecarson@peoplepc.com
…[T]he references about me appearing on Black radio talk shows and making racial attacks on the White members of the Executive Committee [are] not true and I have an appointment with an attorney today to consider filing a slander suit.
Also, I have received no messages from Chairman Bowers. The cell number that she has for me has been cut off for a while now and I have no voice mail on my home phone….
Gale Jones Carson
Hot Wheels
A few weeks ago, I beheld an extraordinary sight — a magic car that could move on three wheels. While sitting at a red light, I noticed an up-and-down motion to my right. I turned my head with slight interest, only to see that bouncing next to me was an old, shiny powder-blue custom car complete with hydraulics and big-ass rims.
The driver was bumping some rap song on what sounded like a decent system, maneuvering his lively ride to match the beat. Of course, this is Memphis, and hydraulics are nothing new. My attention quickly turned from the driver as the light turned green. But when the driver sped up, pulled a U-turn, and turned his ride up on three wheels, I was all eyes. This was the stuff of rap videos and movies, not real life.
What was it? How could it? And, most importantly, could my little Cavalier ever achieve such glory? My queries were answered by Karl Ward, the manager of Exotic Kustoms in Whitehaven, a year-old custom auto shop that’s sponsoring a custom car show at The Pyramid on Saturday, May 31st.
According to Ward, those probably weren’t hydraulics at all but a new trend in customizing called the air-bag system. It works like hydraulics but doesn’t require as much maintenance or battery power.
“Airbags do what hydraulics do without all the batteries in the trunk,” he explains. “They even have remotes so you can stand outside the car and make it dance. It’s the big thing right now.”
Ward says three-wheel motion is the proper name for the amazing feat I witnessed. The shocks are dropped on one side and the others are raised, leaving one front tire off the ground. He told me that my car (a smaller-sized vehicle) would be better off with a system that raises one of the back tires, resulting in something that, as he explained, “looks like a little dog doing his thing.”
But fancy car tricks aside, cosmetic modifications such as custom rims are all the rage in Memphis, and they’re the top seller at Exotic Kustoms. Rims range in size, but they’re always shiny and can actually double as a mirror when you need to get that annoying speck of pepper out of your teeth. The popular spinner rims are designed to continue moving even while the car is stopped. In fact, the latest Three 6 Mafia hit, “Ridin Spinners,” encourages drivers to stop in the middle of the highway and let them spin freely.
The spinning part can be added on, and Ward says they can also be custom-made with whatever shape you’d like. After demonstrating the motion of a spinner with one of the many gleaming styles on display in the Exotic Kustoms showroom, he told me of a recent customer who requested his spinners be shaped like dollar signs.
And these days, the rims keep getting larger and larger. At one time, 20-inch rims, also known as “dubz” or “twankies,” were top-of-the-line equipment, sported only by rappers and pro-sports stars. But in the age of bling-bling, 20s are considered the norm, and those wishing to stand out have to shell out big bucks (around $7,000) for the large 26-inch rims.
“There’s nothing extravagant about a 20, unless you put it on a small car. They’re an old fad. Rims for these large SUVs like Avalanches and Suburbans are popular,” says Ward. “The biggest thing out there right now is a 26, but they’re supposed to be coming out with a 27.”
Exotic Kustoms can do pretty much anything you can imagine to a car. Wish you had a sunroof? They can install one. Want to feel the wind in your hair as you cruise down the freeway? They can turn your hardtop into a convertible. They can also turn your square ride into the phattest in your ‘hood by dropping it down to a lowrider so low “that you can’t get paper underneath.”
Ward says they install woodgrain, which they design in-house (apparently a rarity in the custom auto shop world); turn analog dash dials into digital ones; personalize grills with names or symbols; install vanity mirrors in the ceiling the possibilities are endless. One customer even had a mini-chandelier installed in his Mustang.
“There are some things we’d just rather not do because it’d be too dangerous, like putting huge rims on little cars. When they get too wild and radical, we kind of step away, but we can do most things without a problem. We bring ideas to life,” says Ward.
Exotic Kustoms is expecting around 500 custom cars to be on display at The Pyramid for their second annual show, and 150 prizes will be given away. There’s even a prize for the best drivable, run-down old hoopty. Cars from all over the South will get their chance to shine, and who knows? Maybe that guy with the old, powder-blue car will be on hand to demonstrate his magical three-wheel motion.
Memphis Kustom Auto Show, Saturday, May 31st, at The Pyramid. For more information, check out Exotic-Kustoms.com.
I’ve got a solution for poor Mike Tranghese, the soon-to-be-spurned Big East commissioner who has whined that the pending departure of football powerhouse Miami for the ACC would be “disastrous” and “wrong.” (One can only imagine his stance on the potential flight of original Big East member Syracuse, the current men’s basketball national champ.) If college football’s powers-that-be continue to forsake a national playoff — the most ludicrous oversight in organized sports — why not get rid of the entire conference football system as we know it? It can and should be done.
The fact is, a conference title in college football doesn’t mean a thing anymore. (And stand down, ye proponents of the Bowl Championship Series and its rotating “bids” to major bowls for prominent conference champs. That system only compounds — even mocks — the systemic problem college football has.) With television money falling off trees, Division I-A programs are no longer restricted to regional play. So open up the scheduling process so that we can follow a legitimate, if de facto, playoff-caliber regular season.
My system retains the sport’s big rivalries, which are built more on geography and history than conference affiliation. The system will rotate opponents — again, based primarily on geographic regions — so that the game becomes what it should be: a national enterprise. Finally, this new system would force teams to play others of similar strength. I don’t know about you, but I’ve seen enough of the annual Florida State-Wake Forest clash, to say nothing of Tennessee-Vanderbilt or Michigan-Indiana.
With the regular season now made up of 12 games, each school’s football schedule would be drawn up in three tiers of four games each. A school would retain four permanent “rivalry games.” For instance, Tennessee would continue to face Alabama, Florida, Georgia, and Arkansas year after glorious year. Memphis fans would see Louisville, Southern Miss, Arkansas, and Ole Miss every fall. Fully one third of a team’s schedule would be built around animosity. College football like it oughta be.
The second schedule tier would borrow from the NFL’s rotating interdivisional play. Schools would continue to be loosely affiliated with their “home” conferences. (After all, the conference system is still invaluable to sports like baseball, basketball, and hockey, where often three games are played each week.) One season, Memphis would play four members of the Big 10; the next season, four ACC opponents; the next, four from the Big 12. This approach would level the playing field for the have-nots (read: Memphis), allowing fans in Tiger Nation to see big-name opposition year after year, as opposed to annual schedule-fillers like Arkansas State or Southwestern Louisiana.
Finally, a team’s schedule would be rounded out with four teams that finished within 10 ranking positions (higher or lower) from the previous season. Why shouldn’t the defending national champion have to play other top-10 teams? And why should the likes of Vanderbilt have to deal with UT and Florida every fall? (These match-ups are less competitive than intrasquad spring games and they’re ruinous to college football on a “macro” level.) I can’t stand the subjective ranking system college football has built as its foundation for determining a champion. But as long as it exists, utilize it to balance schedules for all 117 Division I-A programs.
At worst, this system would leave us with precisely what we have now at season’s end: two teams based on statistical data playing for a mythical national championship. At best, the new system would broaden the competitive impact of “mid-major” programs like Memphis (and thereby boost recruiting hopes), all the while sharing the lucrative comet tail that follows glamorous programs like Miami’s wherever it takes the field.
College football is a worthwhile institution, and it can be saved. So dry your tears, Mike.
Frank Murtaugh is managing editor of Memphis magazine and writes a regular column on sports for the Flyer Web site.
CHAIR PERSON
Nothing’s too good for these a–holes. Which ones, you may ask? Why, the ones belonging to our school board, which became a public laughingstock after a proposal to buy themselves francy ergonomic chairs with a $600 price tag. Following the suggestion of WEGR Rock 103 deejays, citizens began dropping off used chairs at the school board en masse, which didn’t sit too well with some of the self-important stooges to whom we’ve committed the fates of our children. The Commercial Appeal quoted board member Wanda Halbert as saying, “You know, the community needs to decide what it wants from the school board….Anything we do is wrong.” Well, at least she got that last point right.
thursday, 29
Criticize, criticize, criticize. Sometimes people can be so negative. Always one to want to keep the peace in my hometown that I love so dearly, I am going to go out on a limb here and say to Memphis, Quit being so hard on some of the Memphis City Schools Board members about those high-dollar chairs they tried to order. Sure, spending roughly seven grand on new chairs to sit in twice a month does seem a bit frivolous in light of all the school system s budget woes. But why not be constructive about this, rather than sending all of your ranting e-mails to the news stations web polls and dropping off those lawn chairs (pretty funny) and see if we can just get this behind us? To that end and with all due respect to The Commercial AppeaL s Jon Sparks, who tried to find them some cheaper seats I have done a little homework and a little personal shopping for you members of the board and found you some more affordable chairs and don t worry, they aren t electric. I looked into some chairs for you through a catalog and think I have found a solution: a line of chairs called Sparco Tufted Leather Seating that has some great features. For one, the chairs are covered in genuine leather with overstuffed cushions. Now for those of you with rear end soreness problems, this should come as very good news. It may not offer the almost cloud-like seating comfort as one of those donut cushions people sit on when they break their tailbone or have a little hemorrhoidal discomfort, but they are pretty sweet. The seats also have a waterfall design, which reduces leg fatigue. Now when you start jumping up and down in your chairs because of a little disagreement, you ll feel much better, physically. This might even help increase leg muscles, in case you have to get up and run at some point. Think of how much better you ll be at kickboxing during your meetings. The chairs also offer pneumatic seat height adjustment features. Now, I know that pneumatic is a big word, but trust me. This makes raising and lowering the seat very fast and easy. So if you have to duck under the table at some point to avoid a flying object during a meeting, you can just drop down automatically and be instantly out of harm s way. The chairs also swivel, so if you get the urge to take to spinning in circles, you are set to go. And then there s the locking tilt mechanism and tension control feature. Yes, tension control feature. Isn t this amazing? When things at the meetings get tense, you will have chairs to keep things under control. You won t even have to think or act like adults. The chairs will do it for you. That alone is a pretty good reason to go ahead and place the order for them. They have contemporary style arms and a five-star nylon base with dual-wheel casters. Five stars! How excited are you getting about this? And dual-wheel casters. That means you can roll around pretty easily. For those who don t want to run or jump up and down, you can just roll across the room in your chair and, if you like, head butt the other members much like Lobster Boy used to do in his wheelchair before his wife had him bludgeoned to death in his trailer in Florida. I simply see no drawbacks to this seating option. And for the real kicker, get this: your price just $199.00 each! Less than half of the price of the chairs on which you originally voted to buy. You ll be comfortable. You ll look good. You ll appear to be more fiscally responsible, and maybe the news hounds will lay off your backs. And whom do you have to thank for this? Just little ol me. And I don t mind at all. Just call them at 800-646-7334 today and say to yourselves, Wow! This guy really saved our butts! In the meantime, here s a quick peek at some of what s going on around town this week. Tonight (and tomorrow night), the Memphis Redbirds play Albuquerque at AutoZone Park. The Lannie McMillan Trio is playing at the Sunset Atop the Madison party on the rooftop of the Madison Hotel. And Sugar Cookie & The Cucarachas are at Wild Bill s.
Massive Media
“Awful Things Will Happen”
On June 2nd, the five appointees who make up the board of the FCC will decide the future direction of American media. The implications are enormous.
by Neal Hickey
The Federal Communications Commission (FCC) whacked a hornet’s nest with a stick on September 23, 2002, when it announced that it would take a hard look at all of its controversial rules on media ownership. On that day, Michael Powell, the commission’s chairman, invited comments from the public about who can own what and how much in the media business. Instantly, the hornets began to swarm.
By the deadline for submissions (February 3rd), oceans of legal briefs had poured in from unions, trade associations, consumer activists, think tanks, academicians; the Newspaper Association of America, National Association of Broadcasters, Newspaper Guild, National Organization for Women, Sony, American Federation of Television and Radio Artists, National PTA, American Psychological Association, National Association of Hispanic Journalists, United Church of Christ, and roughly 13,000 other groups and individuals.
All of them pointed out, in differing ways, that the FCC was embarking on nothing less than the most massive reexamination of media ownership rules in the agency’s history and that the outcome could have the most profound effects on how Americans get their news and information. Many of them argued that loosening the rules would cause a far greater concentration of media power in the hands of fewer and fewer huge companies — even more concentration than already exists — and the withering away of competition and diversity of viewpoints. Powell said that he and his fellow commissioners would review all the comments and evidence and hand down the new rules in late spring.
Opposition to the proposed rule changes has steadily gathered momentum, binding together a broad and diverse group of allies. The last round of public hearings in San Francisco and Los Angeles, on April 26th and 27th, attracted a large number of both ordinary citizens and activists speaking out passionately against media consolidation. Thus far, however, there is little indication that Powell has changed his mind. Over the same weekend, he told the Newspaper Association of America convention that the FCC plans to remove the cross-ownership ban which prevents newspapers from owning radio and TV stations in the same area. But with the FCC decision a week away, the fight over the future of U.S. media is growing ever more urgent with each passing day.
It is a strange battle, in a way, pitting journalists against their bosses, breaking up old alliances, and gathering momentum as the day of reckoning approaches.
In mid-January, Senator John McCain, the new chairman of the Senate Commerce Committee, grilled all five FCC commissioners about the “monumental decisions” they were about to make that “will shape the future of communications forever.” Democratic senator Byron Dorgan of North Dakota called for more voices in the nation’s media, but not from “one ventriloquist.” Powell pointed out that reviewing the rules is mandated by the Telecommunications Act of 1996, requiring him to reexamine FCC regulations every two years and get rid of the deadwood. Also, the U.S. Court of Appeals for the D.C. Circuit has ordered the FCC to justify several of the rules or junk them.
Powell’s view is that much ownership regulation no longer makes sense because it dates from the era when channels of information were scarce. Now, cable, the Internet, and direct-broadcast satellites are commonplace. Powell has been at pains to reassure his critics that he plans no scorched-earth policy that would lay waste all regulation. But defenders of the public interest — Consumers Union, Consumer Federation of America, the Center for Digital Democracy, and many others — fear that the FCC, with its GOP majority (three Republicans, two Democrats), will predictably facilitate Big Media’s yen for the “efficiencies,” the “synergies,” and bottom-line values that come with gigantism. They fear those values will prevail at the expense of what’s best for people who want to know what’s going on in the world.
“Awful Things Will Happen”
One of the most contended of the FCC regulations forbids a single company from owning a newspaper and a television station in the same community. The Newspaper Association of America, whose member papers account for almost 90 percent of U.S. daily circulation, is ferociously campaigning to exterminate that rule. The 27-year-old ban is so archaic that it should end “without further comment or analysis,” says the NAA’s brief, because a mountain of evidence proves that cross-ownerships improve the quality and quantity of news and public-affairs reporting without posing any real threat to competition and viewpoint diversity. John Sturm, president of the NAA, points to 40 communities in the United States that have cross-ownerships (which existed before the rule or got special waivers). No harm, he insists, has come to the public in those markets. “Our opponents’ arguments are all theoretical — no data, just words. ‘Awful things will happen,’ they warned. Well guess what? Nothing awful has happened. Case closed.”
That doesn’t satisfy Linda Foley, president of the 35,000-member Newspaper Guild, who contends that more cross-ownerships means jobs will be lost and news consumers will receive a more homogenized diet of news and opinion. “The biggest impact,” she says, “is that we would have fewer and fewer people on the local level deciding what the news agenda is.” The NAA-Guild difference of opinion dramatizes an unbridgeable chasm: The owners of newspapers generally want the ban lifted and the journalists who work for those papers generally don’t. Reporters, columnists, and editorial writers — predictably — tend to think it’s an unwise career move to publicly oppose their bosses’ position on the matter, which may be why journalists have mostly failed to inform Americans about what’s at stake here.
A few do speak out. At Knight Ridder’s Philadelphia Inquirer, Henry Holcomb, a business writer, told the Columbia Journalism Review he worries about a corporate mentality that may try to “squeeze as many dollars as possible” out of a newspaper/TV combination and “blur all of the distinctive ways we try to stimulate and inform the public.”
One voice in the wilderness among newspaper proprietors is Frank Blethen, publisher of The Seattle Times. “Our opposition to cross-ownership runs against our own business interests,” he says. Repeal of the rule would substantially increase the value of the Times. “It would eliminate a competitor and give us more control over the marketplace. If that’s all we cared about, we’d be for it. The Blethen family could benefit financially from repeal of cross-ownership,” he says, “but I guarantee you that the citizens of Seattle would not benefit from it.”
Large newspaper chains and TV station groups covet these combinations out of self-interest, not the public interest, Blethen says, because owning lots of media in one market lets you control advertising rates. “It’s the public company mentality, that you have to keep getting bigger as the only way to drive earnings, stock prices, and the CEO’s stock options.” Editors of chain-owned newspapers are mostly silent about cross-ownership, Blethen says. “We’re creating a whole generation of publishers and editors who don’t have the independence to speak out on these issues on behalf of the public.”
New Sources of News?
In 1978, the Supreme Court, in FCC v. National Citizens Committee for Broadcasting, wrote: “It is unrealistic to expect true diversity from a commonly owned station-newspaper combination. The divergence of their viewpoints cannot be expected to be the same as if they were antagonistically run.” But backers of deregulation are fond of pointing out that the Internet, cable, and direct broadcast satellites offer an array of choices that didn’t exist a few decades ago. Hold on, says the opposition: Virtually all of the major Internet sites that people use for news are owned by Big Media; the editorial content is indistinguishable from what those broadcasters and newspapers put out.
On the cable side, concentration is already apparent: Two companies, Comcast and AOL Time Warner, serve 40 percent of cable households. All of the cable news networks — CNN, CNN Headline News, Fox, MSNBC, CNBC, CNNfn — are owned by three conglomerates: AOL Time Warner, GE, and News Corporation. Direct broadcast satellites? Two companies control virtually the entire industry, and recently, one of them (EchoStar) tried unsuccessfully to buy the other (DirecTV).
The 1996 Telecom Act lets media companies like Viacom, GE, Disney, and News Corp. — which own, respectively, CBS, NBC, ABC, and Fox — accumulate stations to their hearts’ content, as long they reach no more than 35 percent of U.S. households. The networks have lobbied furiously to own more stations because many of those local outlets have huge profit margins of 40 percent or more and because owning them would give the networks more power over what gets on the air nationally. To bolster their push to lift the ownership caps, networks claim that their owned-and-operated stations produce better local newscasts than independent stations do. At the moment, CBS owns 21 stations; ABC, 10; NBC, 13; and Fox, 33. Most other commercial stations have affiliate contracts with a network but are owned by companies like A.H. Belo, Hearst-Argyle, Cox, and Post-Newsweek. Station groups like those think the TV networks already have too much influence and believe that letting them gobble up more TV stations will give them a stranglehold on programming — news, public affairs, and entertainment.
The dispute has driven a wedge between the National Association of Broadcasters (whose board of directors is dominated by independent station owners) and the big TV networks, causing CBS, NBC, and Fox to quit the NAB in a huff. Dennis Wharton, an NAB vice president, says: “We think the 35 percent cap has been good for localism.”
The affiliated stations argue that independent stations are far more able than network-owned stations to preempt the network’s prime-time programs when a major news story of local importance breaks. Networks often use sanctions built into affiliate contracts to muscle stations into running the network’s menu of entertainment shows instead of local news coverage. In September 2002, CBS strong-armed a Florida affiliate into airing the season premiere of 48 Hours instead of an important gubernatorial debate. NBC, during the 2000 political campaign, pressured its affiliates to run a baseball playoff game instead of a presidential debate. ABC’s affiliate in Dallas, home of American Airlines, had to fight the network for a few minutes of airtime during Monday Night Football halftime to present local news updates on the November 12, 2001, crash of an American Airlines jet.
As with most of the ownership rules, the underlying debate is less about principle than about whose financial ox would be gored if the 35 percent cap were eliminated or eased. Affiliates (but not network-owned stations) collectively haul in tens of millions of dollars every year for renting their airtime to the networks. That so-called compensation is found money for the affiliates and goes straight to the bottom line. They don’t want to lose it. Networks, on the other hand, say they can’t afford to pay it any longer and want to stop. Thus, the more stations a network can own outright, the more it can improve its revenue stream, eliminate compensation, and obviate those pesky preemptions that undermine audience ratings and advertising income.
Public advocates are especially averse to the notion of one company owning two television stations in the same community (so-called duopolies) and to letting any of the Big Four TV networks — CBS, ABC, NBC, Fox — buy out one of the others.
In 1999, the FCC relaxed its rules to allow common ownership of two TV stations in the same market as long as one of them isn’t among the community’s four leading stations. About 75 such duopolies exist. For journalists, that often means combining news staffs and resources, reducing the richness of a community’s news diet. In Los Angeles, for example, CBS’s two stations share a news director, and so do Fox’s. In New York, Fox’s two stations will soon be under one roof.
The NAB recently upped the ante and began campaigning for triopolies in areas where stations are on shaky financial ground. (Viacom’s president, Mel Karmazin, told a media conference in December: “How dare they say you can have only two stations in a market?”)
“A Tragic Mistake”?
At a Columbia law school forum in January, FCC chairman Powell confessed he is no fan of Congress’ mandate that he review media ownership rules every two years. It’s “regrettable and destabilizing,” he said, to go through this torturous process so often. He added: “There will be rules when this is done, [but] there won’t be a rule that lets one person own everything.”
That reductio ad absurdum was marginally reassuring to his opponents, but they hoped Powell would remain tightly focused on the crucial underlying principle: that the whole point of devising public policy is to do what’s best for the people, not to guarantee corporations their desired “efficiencies” and “synergies,” which is none of the FCC’s business. As USC’s filing to the commission put it, the agency’s mandate to regulate is driven by the First Amendment rights of the public, not the media owners.
The Newspaper Guild’s comments to the commission are equally unambiguous: “Media owners claim that relaxation of ownership rules will allow them to realize ‘synergies.’ [But] the commission’s charge is to protect and enhance media diversity, competition, and local identity — not efficiency.” Once upon a time, says the union, broadcast stations competed for audience by doing the best possible local news. But media companies that dominate a market have little incentive to spend money on enterprise reporting and investigations.
Allowing further media concentration would be a “tragic mistake,” says veteran editor Gene Roberts, now a journalism professor at the University of Maryland. “Communities deserve to be looked at with different eyes. Even with the best integrity and most solid news principles in the world, what looks like a story to one person may not to another.” Easing the rules, says Roberts, is “just going to make an already bad situation even worse. There’s very little news competition in most parts of the country, and we’re about to have even less.”
That’s how it looks now, anyway. Five unelected appointees, whom most Americans have never heard of, will make those decisions in the next few days. If they get it right this time, the hornets won’t swarm quite so furiously two years from now when the rules come up for review all over again.
Neil Hickey is editor at large for the Columbia Journalism Review.
Why Worry About Who Owns the Media?
by Eli Pariser
It’s like something out of a nightmare, but it really happened: At 1:30 on a cold January night, a train containing hundreds of thousands of gallons of toxic ammonia derails in Minot, North Dakota. Town officials try to sound the emergency alert system, but it isn’t working. Desperate to warn townspeople about the poisonous white cloud bearing down on them, the officials call their local radio stations. But no one answers any of the phones for an hour and a half. According to The New York Times, 300 people are hospitalized, some are partially blinded, and pets and livestock are killed.
Where were Minot’s deejays on January 18, 2002? Where was the late-night station crew? As it turns out, six of the seven local radio stations had recently been purchased by Clear Channel Communications, a radio giant with over 1,200 stations nationwide. Economies of scale dictated that most of the local staff be cut: Minot stations ran more or less on autopilot, the programming largely dictated from further up the Clear Channel food chain. No one answered the phone because hardly anyone worked at the stations any more; the songs played in Minot were the same as those played on Clear Channel stations across the Midwest.
Companies like Clear Channel argue that economies of scale allow them to cut costs while continuing to provide quality programming. But they do so at the expense of local coverage. It’s not just about emergency warnings: media mergers are decreasing coverage of local political races, local small businesses, and local events. There are only a third as many owners of newspapers and TV stations as there were in the 1970s (about 600 now; over 1,500 then). It’s harder and harder for Americans to find out what’s going on in their own backyards.
On June 2nd, the Federal Communications Commission (FCC) is considering relaxing or getting rid of rules to allow much more media concentration. While the actual rule changes are under wraps, they could allow enormous changes in the American media environment. For example, one company could be allowed to own ABC, CBS, and NBC. Almost certainly, media companies will be allowed to own newspapers and TV stations in the same town. We could be entering a new era of media megaliths.
Do you want one or two big companies acting as gatekeepers and controlling your access to news and entertainment? Most of us don’t. And the airwaves explicitly belong to us — the American people. We allow media companies to use them in exchange for their assurance that they’re serving the public interest, and it’s the FCC’s job to make sure that’s so. For the future of American journalism, and for the preservation of a diverse and local media, we have to hold the FCC to its mission. Otherwise, Minot’s nightmare may become our national reality.
Tickled Pink
It’s the ’60s. The early, innocent Kennedy ’60s. No hippies yet, no Vietnam. Well, of course, there was Vietnam; it just didn’t register on the American consciousness yet. Modern color has taken some interesting turns: pinks, aquas, teals abound. Women still wear hats — big hats, crazy hats. America is still run exclusively by stuffy, old white men, and sexism is the code of conduct in the workplace. Good times.
RenÇe Zellweger is Barbara Novak — small-town Maine girl who has formulated a chocolate-based three-step system of independence for the modern female and called it “Down with Love.” By step three, the self-made girl has penetrated the workplace, started a career, and has all the sex she wants without risking falling in love in the process. Simple. If it were 2003, Novak and her pink hardback book would be on Oprah getting told “You go, girl!” until the obvious emotional and biological ramifications of such a philosophy came to pass. As it is not yet the Johnson administration, Novak’s ideas are slow to catch on with the stuffed shirts of her publishing house but quick to catch fire among contemporary women. It’s not long before Novak is a household name and women everywhere are saying “Down with Love!”
Enter Catcher Block (Ewan McGregor), a playboy journalist who specializes in exposÇs and makes the mistake of standing up interviews with Barbara in favor of a series of trysts with a gaggle of flight attendants (separately, not en masse). So incensed is Novak with Block’s playboyishness that she humiliates him on TV by naming him as one of “those” men who “change women as often as they change shirts.” The result: No woman wants to be with Catcher, since Catcher is a player, and no man wants Barbara because she has liberated women. Catcher devises a plan: He will disguise himself as a chaste Southern gentleman, make Barbara fall in love with him, and then expose her for committing her own worst sin: love. All the while, Block’s publisher/best friend Peter McMannus (David Hyde Pierce) is trying desperately to woo Barbara’s editor/best friend Vicki (Sarah Paulson) in a role-reversal of their own — McMannus wants marriage, Vicki wants sex, as any upright “Down with Love Girl” would.
I hope that the Flyer readership is familiar with last year’s stylistic masterpiece, Far from Heaven. That film, a meticulous homage to films of the 1950s (particularly those of melodrama auteur Douglas Sirk), reproduced color palettes, camera angles, music, and a style of acting thought long extinct in order to get to greater truths underneath the artifice. This is the funny version of that same notion, getting to greater laughs by looking through the lens of a defunct point of view — the bouncy, cocktail-y preamble to the sexual revolution that was the early 1960s. Helen Reddy wouldn’t sing “I Am Woman, Hear Me Roar” for a few more years, but the seeds were planted and sprouting by the end of Kennedy’s presidency.
But forget about politics and sociology when trying to enjoy this film, which is as light and colorful as cotton candy. Which is to say, sugary and weightless but fanciful. Down with Love is a confection — sweet junk food for the mind and heart. Like the Rock Hudson/Doris Day movies that inspired it, Down with Love pokes only the gentlest fun at its source materials — the end to the crassly sexist 1950s archetype of the working father and the housewife mother, for one — and sticks to the basics of a good time: mistaken identities, good-hearted deception, and, underneath them all, love.
McGregor and Zellweger both are excellent in the Hudson/Day roles, providing just the right mix of sexy and silly. Both actors are particularly adept at filling roles that require a strong suspension of disbelief from the audience (McGregor in Eye of the Beholder, Moulin Rouge; Zellweger in Nurse Betty, Chicago), and so it is very easy for us to believe what they portray: innocent sex kittens romping about in the ’60s. When the movie gets a bit more serious toward the end, it is a little hard to buy into the script, which has them falling into real love — not just lust — but this is no fault of the actors, who smile and moon like two teenagers. They are beautiful together, and those fans of their previous, respective musical endeavors will be delighted to know that they sing in this one too. Frasier‘s David Hyde Pierce shines as the would-be-gay publisher pal, playing the role that Tony Randall would have had opposite Hudson and Day — and Randall himself appears as a chairman of the board. He has my favorite line: “That pink book is ruining my life!”
Leave the tissues at home, but bring a date — and chocolate. — Bo List
Are you there, God? It’s me, Bo. A few questions, God. Number one: Why, oh, why did I get that $30 parking ticket in Chicago last week? I was only a few minutes late back to the meter. And, Lord? Dear Lord — why have I gained back those 10 pounds I so proudly lost over last semester? I haven’t been eating that poorly and getting that little exercise lately, have I? And why, Lord, am I romantically unsuccessful? Is it because I actively seek out the depraved, unattainable, or otherwise troublesome? And, God, why am I so po’? Is it because I have chosen a career in the arts and, additionally, cannot manage my money well? Dear God, it’s just not fair!
The above is an actual transcript of my nightly prayers. In fact, with the topical exception of the parking ticket, it is repeated night after night, since I always lose and then gain 10 pounds, go on crazy dates (no offense to the notable exceptions in my readership), and waste my money on baubles and fast food (see: weight gain). God’s nightly answer? “Free Will, my son. Free Will.” My favorite smug response to a complaining friend: “Free Will would have you do something about that.” Free Will is a co-star, so to speak, of Bruce Almighty, and the basis of its thin, amusing theology.
Jim Carrey is Bruce Nolan, colorful TV news reporter for a station in Buffalo. He has ambitions of becoming anchor but is relegated to the world of fanciful puff pieces, like Buffalo’s biggest cookie or the anniversary of Niagara Falls’ “Maiden of the Mist” tour boat. Bruce wants to be covering the big news, and a retiring station mainstay means that a job will be open soon. But Bruce loses it to a snide competitor (and better anchor, by the way) on a very bad day, and even though he generally has things pretty good (Jennifer Aniston is his girlfriend, y’all), Free Will makes him screw it all up by going nuts and calling his colleagues at the station a name that begins with “F” and ends with “ers” during his live broadcast from the Falls. D’oh!
Bruce has a bone to pick with God (Morgan Freeman), and at the end of this bad day, after wrecking his car, he yells at the sky, finally giving Him a piece of his mind. What does God do? He pages Bruce. Yep — on a pager and summons him down to a strange office building where he offers Bruce a job: God. Yep, Bruce thinks he can do it better? Fine. God’s taking a vacation.
Bruce begins his reign as the Almighty a little shakily, freaked out at a nearby diner. Conveniently ordering tomato soup, Bruce summons the verve and omnipotence to part it, Red Sea-style. After this singular sign of godliness, Bruce is ready for the world, doing what every red-blooded American boy would probably do first with His abilities: lifting women’s skirts and landing a hot car. Trouble is, Bruce is so self-centered about what he wants in his own life that he neglects his responsibilities as Lord. Example: He pulls the moon closer to make a sexy evening more romantic, never mind the floods he causes in Japan as a result. And he becomes so obsessed with getting that piddling anchor job that he forgets how to be a good boyfriend, ultimately losing his loving girlfriend amid his ambition and Godly distractions. Can he make her keep loving him? There’s only one thing Bruce can’t do: change Free Will.
Bruce Almighty is a very pleasant return to form for Jim Carrey, after a less-than-dynamic stab at being a dramatic leading man. (Save your sympathy, Free Will had him intentionally star in The Majestic.) This movie is very much in the vein of Liar Liar, wherein mild supernatural elements change the life of a shallow, rubber-faced lout and make him a better man. As always, Carrey overdoes to the point of annoyance. Bruce is already weird and hyper before anything strange happens to him at the start of the film. He would do well to practice for later dramatic attempts by playing real humans in his comedies.
Bruce Almighty, though, does take a dramatic turn at the two-thirds point and could have veered toward maudlin excess, except for some actual real acting by Carrey and Freeman done very simply in a short scene where they just talk to each other. This is refreshing after an hour and a half of Carrey’s histrionics and biblical hooliganism. Freeman, always a class act, makes a great God — and I hope that the real God is as understanding, patient, and forgiving of my misuse of Free Will as Freeman.
Amen. — BL
Burning Mississippi
Mississippi, it’s often said, is stuck in the past. But is any other state so constantly reminded of the worst elements of its past by authors, journalists, and moviemakers?
Sons of Mississippi: A Story of Race and Its Legacy by Paul Hendrickson, a former feature writer for The Washington Post who now teaches writing, is the latest exploration of the desegregation of Ole Miss in 1962 by James Meredith. Just two years ago, Nadine Cohodas plowed much of the same ground in The Band Played Dixie. Newspaper reporters revisit the story on increasingly frequent “major” anniversaries or whenever Meredith makes a ceremonial visit. Sometimes the mere revival of the periodic controversy over the Colonel Rebel mascot is enough of an excuse to dust off the story.
The desegregation of Ole Miss isn’t the only target. The 1964 murder of three civil rights workers in Neshoba County has been the subject of a book and two movies, Attack on Terror and Mississippi Burning. The assassination of Medgar Evers and the long-delayed trial of Byron De La Beckwith were made into the movie Ghosts of Mississippi. An effort is under way to reopen the 1955 murder case of Emmett Till. If it is reopened, a movie won’t be far behind.
Other states have unsolved murders and travesties of justice, but they don’t capture the national imagination — or at least the imagination of writers and editors and publishers — the way Mississippi does. I worked in Mississippi for three years, and my wife’s family lives there. The surest way to get national attention for a story was to write about civil rights and the Ku Klux Klan. Anniversaries generated articles which generated books which generated movies which generated more articles and books until a new genre was created: Mississippi porno.
Hendrickson does an exhaustive and, ultimately, exhausting examination of the seven Mississippi sheriffs in a semifamous magazine photograph taken days before the rioting in Oxford that killed two people and tore the campus apart. While one of the lawmen seems to be showing off his batting prowess with a stick or club, others sneer or grin in apparent approval.
That picture may well be worth 1,000 words. But Hendrickson takes 300 pages documenting what happened to the sheriffs (two of whom were alive and willing to be interviewed by him) and their children to explore the legacy of racism. In some ways, Sons of Mississippi is a companion book to David Halberstam’s 1998 book The Children, about the black college students who desegregated the lunch counters in Nashville in 1960.
But unlike Halberstam’s Children, who included future Washington, D.C., mayor Marion Barry and future congressman John Lewis, these seven old racists did nothing remarkable with their lives. The two surviving sheriffs turn out to be somewhat conflicted about their past but not all that different in their racial attitudes from what we’ve learned about some of the cops in, say, Chicago, South Boston, or Los Angeles. Hendrickson gains the trust of the families and former colleagues of the seven sheriffs and chronicles their dinner-table conversations and reactions to the picture and its aftermath. Surprise! The children got on with their lives, no matter how hard Hendrickson tries to tie their fate to a 40-year-old picture of their fathers.
The most extraordinary person in the book is Meredith, who might be leading a quiet life in Jackson, Mississippi, if writers did not insist on making him an American icon. Hendrickson is the latest to chronicle Meredith’s failures as a political candidate, crusader, businessman, aide to Jesse Helms, and university lecturer. But Meredith was a very competent writer, and his autobiographical book, Three Years in Mississippi, is must reading. Everything else on Ole Miss in 1962 is an epilogue.
Hendrickson pays homage to the standard good guys, including Ole Miss history professors David Sansing and the late James Silver and the late writer Willie Morris. This is Mississippi by the numbers. He talks with former Mississippi governor and historian William Winter about sheriffs and the black-market whiskey tax that put as much as $100,000 a year in fees into their pockets. (As state treasurer in the Fifties, Winter was also a fee-paid official and profited from the bootleg-whiskey tax before abolishing it, but Hendrickson gives him a pass.)
The photograph itself is seriously misleading. Whatever their mindset, the sheriffs were not in Oxford to give James Meredith a beating. As Hendrickson notes, they were at a conference and did not take part in the rioting. Meredith surely went through hell but was not physically beaten by anyone. The picture is arguably less famous than one taken three years later in Neshoba County of Sheriff Lawrence Rainey and Deputy Cecil Price, laughing and sharing a bag of Red Man chewing tobacco during a court appearance. Price was convicted of conspiracy in the murders of three civil rights workers (and the picture became a derisive poster about law enforcement on college campuses).
Different lawmen, different circumstances, but all “sons of Mississippi,” then and forever, in the eyes of the national media.
City Reporter
A proposal to allocate up to $700,000 annually in unclaimed lottery funds for a responsible gambling center was nixed by the state attorney general last week. A House bill amendment co-sponsored by state Representative Carol Chumney gave $700,000 to a University of Memphis-based Center for Responsible Gambling. The corresponding state Senate bill had an original figure of $200,000, but State Attorney General Paul Summers ruled that the funding was unconstitutional.
“The $200,000 figure comes directly from the Georgia bill,” said Dr. James P. Whelan, co-founder of the U of M’s Institute for Gambling Education and Research, which would have run the center. “They haven’t really done much, because they really can’t do much with that money for seven million people.”
Since the Georgia lottery was enacted 10 years ago, the state has set up a gambling hotline but little else. State officials are now trying to figure out what kind of prevention program they should have. “They spent a quarter of a million dollars on just Atlanta last year,” said Whelan. “They can’t afford outreach past that one metropolitan area.”
The Tennessee proposal included public-awareness campaigns, a network of treatment providers, and prevention programs aimed at populations researchers know are at risk of developing gambling problems, such as high school children.
“The percentage of junior high and high school students that gamble jumps from 44 percent to 68 percent when a lottery is initiated,” said Whelan. “Before the lottery, they bet, but it’s with friends and family members. They’ll gamble with their peers at school; another popular way is using real money on board games at home.”
“When a lottery is put into place, it immediately becomes the most popular form of gambling for adolescents,” he continued. “It’s hard to police. It’s like cigarettes and alcohol — there are ways to get it if you want it. When a government starts advertising gambling as fun and acceptable, kids want to do it too.”
Whelan said he initially got involved in the bill because he found the original funding inadequate for addressing problem gambling. He devised a formula based on the average 34 cents per capita other lottery states spend on prevention and treatment and then took out the funding for treatment — the thought being that most of Tennessee’s problem gamblers aren’t products of the lottery but of casinos. With a 14-cent per capita rate for the state population over the age of 12, he came up with $700,000.
“The way I think about it is that we’ve learned in the past few decades that there needs to be protection mechanisms,” said Whelan. “It’s like what we’ve learned in the past 20 years about buying a car. We would not buy a car without air bags. I think in my car, I have two. I don’t plan to get into an accident, but I wouldn’t buy a car without air bags.”
Chumney said the proposal might still be able to receive funding through a proposal to tax lottery monies at 6 percent. The state House and Senate conference committee is meeting this week and may choose to fund the center that way.
“Some say the lottery is addictive,” Chumney said last week. “Dr. Whelan would probably say it can be. [State Senator] Steve Cohen would say it’s not. I don’t know if it is or not, but having Tunica in our backyard and the dog track across the river, I think it makes sense to have it here.”
Will the Real Solomon Please Stand Up?
Caller scams the gay community.
By Bianca Phillips
When Tommy Stewart, owner of J-Wag’s bar on Madison, received a call from a man whom he believed to be an old pal in distress, he almost lost $350. The old pal, who identified himself as Steve Solomon, turned out to be an impostor posing as a local realtor. The man claimed he’d been beaten and robbed in California and needed money for a plane ticket back to Memphis.
Stewart, who says he hadn’t spoken to the real Solomon in six months, was deceived by the caller and actually called Western Union and charged the $350 to his credit card. The transaction was halted, however, when a Western Union attendant recognized the situation as a scam.
The scam artist, who’s been identifying himself as Solomon on each call, seems to be exclusively targeting the gay community. He’s told the same story to several business owners within the community, including the gift shop Inz & Outz, One More Bar & Grill, the Triangle Journal News, and Bill Hanley, a massage therapist.
The real Solomon, a realtor with Sowell Realty, said he was hit by a similar scam in June 2000. The caller told the same story, only he identified himself as Glen Moore, another local realtor. Solomon, believing the caller actually was Moore, wired $800 to Western Union in Colorado. He later discovered the money had been picked up at Piggly Wiggly on Madison. Solomon believes the new caller is likely the same person who fooled him three years ago.
“Now this guy is calling people telling them he’s me. I think he’s strictly calling people who have ads in the Triangle Journal,” said Solomon. “There’s a possibility that it’s the same person that called me, and they might have been arrested and served time and just got out. I think it’s awfully odd, though, that’s it’s taken three years to start up again.”
Lt. D.L. Sheffield of the Memphis Police Department’s Economic Crimes Unit said they have no evidence that this caller is the same one who fooled Solomon. However, he noted that the similarities in the stories are striking.
“When it involves giving money, if you can’t verify who’s on the phone, don’t give money,” said Sheffield. “If you get a call out of the blue and it sounds funny, listen to your little voice inside before you send money.”
From TX to TN
East High gets a new principal.
By Mary Cashiola
The Memphis City Schools named a new principal for East High School last week, tapping a Dallas, Texas, educator with 28 years of experience.
Barbara Galloway Hines is currently a house principal of one of Allen High School’s four houses of 700 students each. District superintendent Johnnie B. Watson said this week that he likes to do a national search for candidates whenever time allows but that he thought it was especially important for East.
“There’s been quite a bit of turnover at East,” Watson said this week. “I think we’ve had three principals in as many years. It was important to find a person who could bring stability to the school. Looking at her rÇsumÇ, I don’t think we could’ve found a better person.”
After financial problems surfaced at East, Watson appointed Dr. Oscar Love to the position of principal, but his 2001-2002 school year was plagued by conflict. Parents complained that the school’s site-based management council had no say in the appointment. After Love resigned and was transferred to a post at Raleigh-Egypt, Harry Durham came on as interim principal for the past school year.
Watson made it clear that Hines was not a direct appointment. “Not at East,” he said. “Never again.”
Instead, he convened an interview team of two teachers, three parents, and a few central office administrators. They recommended two finalists to Watson and ultimately selected Hines. She takes over as East’s principal in June.
Shake-up at DCS
Children’s Services loses administrator; worker fights to regain job.
By Janel Davis
The Tennessee Department of Children’s Services (DCS) lost another administrator Friday when Lou Martinez resigned as director of the Child-Fatality Review Team responsible for investigating child deaths while in state custody.
DCS spokesperson Carla Aaron said Martinez had submitted his resignation eight weeks ago, and it was not due to recent allegations of botched investigations into the deaths of Memphis children. Martinez, a 12-year employee, left to pursue other employment opportunities. Aaron did not know the details of his next position.
Martinez’s resignation followed that of Tennessee’s child protective services director Sherry Abernathy, who will retire on July 3rd.
Troubles within DCS surfaced when Diana Lowry, a former case worker, filed complaints with state legislators and Governor Phil Bredesen. Lowry, a 25-year Memphis employee of the department, was terminated in December 2001 by regional director Juanita White for violation of state policies. Lowry has since lost a first appeal on this decision and plans to pursue secondary litigation to reinstate her employment.
Lowry accused White of directing employees to cover up children’s deaths through a series of threatening practices, including verbal harassment and possible termination. So far, none of these claims has been substantiated, but on a visit to Memphis last week, DCS commissioner Michael Miller said an investigation into the allegations would be conducted.
In a similar situation, last week an investigation of New Jersey’s child welfare agency revealed that in more than half of the 129 cases investigated, agency employees did not adequately investigate allegations of abuse and neglect in foster homes and state homes. Researchers found no assurance that any child in these homes was safe.
In a Memorial Day letter to Representative Kathryn Bowers, Lowry listed the names of several DCS employees who were either direct supervisors in some of the death cases or at least knew about the alleged cover-ups. “I believe most people are afraid to come forward for fear of losing their jobs under Ms. White,” she wrote. “Or perhaps they think that somehow their involvement might cause a problem for them or their job … so if they did nothing wrong, the only wrong thing they can do is NOT come forward.”
State Representative Carol Chumney has indicated that hearings about the events will be held in Memphis during June. “Hearings give people a chance to come forward and express their feelings and complaints about the department,” said Chumney.
The Tennessee Department of Children’s Services is responsible for 9,980 children in its custody, of which 9,500 are in foster care. Shelby County presently accounts for 1,268 of those foster-care children.