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The Streets of New Orleans

My best guess is that, after bartenders and waiters and hotel staff, the number-one occupation in New Orleans is tour guide.

The city has ghost tours, vampire tours, cemetery tours, and voodoo tours, but consider a tour of the Garden District. That area is home to the city’s Big Rich, where the mansions lining St. Charles Avenue make the homes in Chickasaw Gardens look like shotgun shacks.

Along with a few family members, I once signed up for a Garden District tour, which was led by a woman who, at first glance, didn’t appear able to complete the tour herself. She shuffled along on a cane, stopping occasionally to adjust her balance and reset her red scarf across her shoulder with a dramatic swoop and a side-of-the-mouth remark. She looked as if today’s walk would be her only venture outside the house.

We wandered into the world of the ridiculously wealthy — and I choose that word for a reason. There is simply no reason to have as much money as some of these people do, much less to spend it in the way they spend it, which is purely and simply to impress themselves and others. The Garden District is a monument to Americans’ tendency toward royalism, and to tour it is to act, for a time, like members of the court, pointing out this or that trapping of wealth and power and gossiping all the way. After all, what is a tour of a residential neighborhood if not a gossipfest?

One of the highlights was a home being remodeled. Our guide informed us of all the critical facts — several thousand square feet, gold trimmings, $1.4 million for the place, putting more than that into it — and then informed us that the couple who bought it had no kids still living at home. Before I could get out the question “What on God’s earth do they need this house for?,” she told us that the couple would be living in the carriage house out back and using the main house for who knows what — very impressive parties, presumably. She said the husband, an oil man, bought the house “because his wife always wanted one.”

At another house, we were told that when the couple split up, the wife couldn’t leave the neighborhood, so she bought a house around the corner. At another, she told us, startlingly, that Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails owned the place. The neighborhood was quite concerned about this, but he’s turned out to be “a very nice young man.” However, when Courtney Love tried to move in around the corner, this was too much, and the neighborhood put a stop to it.

There was a house owned by a couple described as “gay but just lovely.” Another one where a body was found in the attic a few years ago. Another one where the wrought-iron fence that looks like a row of cornstalks is apparently worth more than the house itself. We saw the home of Anne Rice, the novelist, who has, shockingly, decided, since the death of her husband, to move to — gasp — the suburbs. “We just can’t imagine her in the suburbs,” our guide said. There was also the house of the Manning family, where, our guide told us, “We hear that Eli is actually better than Peyton, but they’re both such wonderful boys — and oh, do they love their mother!”

You might be thinking, at this point, what I was thinking: With all this “we” talk, this woman must be a denizen of the Garden District, privy to all the chatter among the socialites. But she isn’t! She lives in another part of town and is simply a dealer in that most basic New Orleans commodity: gossip. It is currency on the open market, to be traded for and doled out in portions just large enough to leave the user wanting more. This woman would say things like, “And this house here Oh, my goodness, some of the things we see going on over there! But that’s another story.”

She even gossiped about tour guides. We saw another group at one point, and she smiled and waved at the guide, then said to us under her breath, “That young man needs to get out of this business; he knows nothing about this neighborhood! He’s not even licensed!”

I was tempted to comment that being a licensed tour guide in New Orleans was like being a licensed watch salesman in New York, but by then we were already off to see the $2 million home of a man who moved from New York, which made everybody nervous, because you know how those New York people are, but he’s turned out to be okay, and now he’s dating a local woman, which means he’s a lifer. “You can’t take a New Orleans girl out of New Orleans,” our guide said, as she shuffled along the street.

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My Olive Branch

After 13 years of service as a state legislator, on New Year’s Day I was sworn in as a new member of the Memphis City Council from District 5. Many tell me that in moving from the state legislature to the City Council, I have jumped from the frying pan into the fire. I am starting to believe them.

During the past two months, I have tried to conduct council business in a professional manner while sparks have been flying between the mayor and certain members of the council. We all know that politics can get hot, and the saying goes if you can’t take the heat, stay out of the kitchen. However, the tone and name-calling by more than one elected official in this city have been divisive and unproductive. (Remember the saying: It takes two to tango.)

I was the only council member who didn’t vote to override the mayor’s veto of the ordinance to limit the funding of interim appointments. I did so for several reasons: One, because this issue of interpretation of the city charter is best put to the people for a vote, not a judge. Two, because a court battle would have cost tax-payer money and proven even more divisive and distracting. Three, and most importantly, because the national search for the new president of our billion-dollar MLGW utility was put on hold by the mayor while the dispute was pending. And four, because this feud is beginning to harm our city’s image across the state and nationally, which can have long-range adverse implications for business development.

Apparently, the mayor has also decided that a court battle (and the feud) is not in the best interest of the citizens of Memphis. That doesn’t mean there isn’t still room for honest disagreement on important policy issues and continued debate and discussion. What it should mean is that the petty infighting stops and the real policy discussions begin.

Improving our schools, reducing crime, revitalizing neighborhoods, developing economically, and consolidating the city and county are hard issues that take thoughtful work and consideration.

Now, while the dust is clearing, it’s time to take up these important issues and move ahead. Leaderless, MLGW is a time bomb ticking, waiting to erupt into a major problem — with investor concerns over the bond issue, with no one in charge to handle another power outage, and without solid leadership to make important customer service improvements. My investigation has found that, almost without exception, every other utility in the nation has a leader with extensive utility industry experience. A search process needs to be commenced to find a new MLGW president who has solid and substantial utility and management experience.

As a new council member, I respectfully believe that, for the good of Memphis, the mayor and the council both need to stop the power struggle and focus on the real issues that will make a difference for the citizens of Memphis. The mayor’s done his mea culpa. Only a few council members have followed suit. And if council members want to exercise greater powers under the charter, then the public should expect them to dedicate more time to the job with greater scrutiny of issues in committee hearings prior to any vote at a full council meeting.

Let’s move ahead and make Memphis a better place to live!

Carol Chumney, who formerly was District 89 representative in the state legislature, now represents District 5 for the city.

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FULMER’S RECORDS SUBJECT TO SUBPOENA

A federal judge has granted football booster Logan Young the right to subpoena materials from University of Tennessee football coach Philip Fulmer and the NCAA about the NCAA investigation of Young.

U.S. Magistrate Judge Diane Vescovo denied the government’s request to keep the materials from Young and his attorneys. Young, a wealthy Memphis businessman, faces trial May 3rd on charges of conspiracy and hiding bank withdrawals the government believes were used to pay $150,000 to former high school football coach Lynn Lang to send star lineman Albert Means to Alabama.

Fulmer and the NCAA have until April 2nd to produce the materials.

Young’s attorneys believe the government’s case closely tracks the NCAA investigation of Young and the Alabama football program. The materials focus on interviews with Tom Culpepper, an Alabama booster who may be called as a witness by the government. Fulmer secretly taped 90 minutes of a meeting he had with Culpepper. Fulmer’s role as a confidential source for the NCAA against Alabama came out earlier this year.

The defense has indicated it may call Fulmer as a witness and needs his notes and tapes to “refresh his recollection,” according to court filings. The NCAA materials include records of at least six meetings with Lang’s assistant, Milton Kirk, according to court papers.

Lang and Kirk have pleaded guilty. Lang has not been sentenced and is expected to testify at Young’s trial for the government. Fulmer and the NCAA are not parties to the case.

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I AM THE GOD OF HELL FIRE! Well, not really. I just felt like saying that for some reason. It s related to nothing. I also feel the need to mention the best review I ve heard yet of The Passion of The Christ. A friend of mine, upon leaving the theater after watching the violent and intense film, remarked simply: Jesus Christ! Personally, I feel like making a film called The Passion of the NBA Referees Who Keep Screwing the Memphis Grizzlies Royally and Getting Away With It When They Should Be Stoned into Pretty Bad Pain in Public and Made to Repent or be Imprisoned. What is up with these evil men? If a player from another team walked up to Pau Gasol on the court during the game and clubbed him with a baseball bat, they would call the foul on Gasol for being there. The refs need to be brought before a tribunal committee and interrogated for their actions that are obviously biased against the Griz and we should have the chance to replay some of the games they have throw. Am I bitter? Yes. I can t help it. I guess down deep I m just very upset about this new gay marriage thing threatening the very fabric of society and potentially causing its overall demise. It s a good think the Liar doesn t have anything better to do that to address this issue in the way of his call for a constitutional ban on same-sex marriage to help keep the country from falling into a vortex of orgies and polygamy and bestiality. I saw a very smart Republican Senator one of the talking head political shows Sunday morning explaining that the ban is needed because marriage is meant to be between and man and woman so they can procure and raise children. According to him, this is the only reason for marriage. So I guess we d better call for an institutional ban on marriage for people over the age of 55, when the childbearing years are over. There s no telling what damage they are doing to the institution of marriage. And we might as well ban marriage for couples who are unable to have children, and those who just don t want any. What with the gay marriage dilemma and who wore what to the Oscars, you d think the media have forgotten that we are still engaged in war in Iraq and that the Liar s tax cuts for the super-wealthy are quickly draining the Social Security fund and that some of us aren t going to be able to afford to eat Alpo when we retire. Oh, well, as that guy from Bartlett wrote in to the editor a couple of weeks ago, I guess I am just siding with Osama bin Laden and Saddam Hussein whenever I criticize the current White House administration, so I d better just go see how Matt Lauer and Cojo are getting along in their assessment of the Oscar fashions. In the meantime, here s a brief look at some of what s going on around town this week. Tonight is opening night of Just Be a Man About It at The Orpheum, about women searching for their soul mates and starring Christopher Williams and the fabulous R&B diva Shirley Murdock. There s an opening reception at the Crescent Club for work by Bruce Meisterman. Louisiana guitar legend Marshall Crenshaw is at the Hi-Tone. And jazz artists Lynn Cardona & Tim Goodwin are at Republic Coffee House.

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What Will AMH Think?

It has become the civil case of the year: a custody struggle over 5-year-old Anna Mae He by two couples intent on providing her with their version of the best care. On one side are the girl’s biological parents, Jack and Casey He, who voluntarily placed the child in foster care at three weeks of age while they were having financial difficulties. Since then, the child has lived with foster parents Jerry and Louise Baker, who now want to adopt Anna Mae.

When their financial situation improved, the Hes sought their daughter’s return, but relations had broken down between the two families. Weekly visits made to the Baker home by the Hes were discontinued after a disagreement on the child’s second birthday. For the next five months, the Hes made no visit, following an order they said was given to them by police. The Bakers filed for custody, citing the Hes for abandonment and failure to pay child support. A three-year battle ensued in juvenile and chancery courts, culminating with this week’s trial to determine if the birth parents will lose their parental rights.

While the biological and custodial parents have had their personal lives exumed during testimony and cross-examination, provisions have been made to protect Anna Mae. Judge Robert Childers issued an order to the media covering the case, outlining rules for what images to show, where to place cameras, and initially forbidding the use of the child’s name in court.

For the first few days of the trial, Anna Mae was referred to as the “ward.” But that word doesn’t translate into Chinese, making it confusing for the birth mother, who understands little English. Anna Mae then became “the child in question.” When that got too cumbersome, the plaintiffs’ attorney Larry Parrish began referring to the girl by her initials, AMH — a strategy that worked until Louise Baker took the stand and repeatedly forgot to use the acronym. “It’s just hard [not to use her name] when that’s what I call her every day,” she said.

Unfortunately, what she or any of the parties involved is used to doesn’t matter anymore. What does matter is Childers’ decision: whether or not to terminate the Hes’ parental rights, thereby allowing the Bakers to adopt the child. The child gets no say in the matter. Monday, the court heard from Anna Mae’s spokesperson, court-appointed guardian, Kim Mullins. During testimony, Mullins stated that Anna Mae is “perfectly and completely at home with the Bakers, views them as mother and father, and views their children as her brother and sisters. There’s no distinction between them and her from what I’ve observed.”

The foster parents testified to Anna Mae’s intense relationship with their 4-year-old biological daughter, her outings with Jerry Baker, and her involvement in school, play dates, and family events.

When asked if Anna Mae has seen herself on television, Louise Baker said it was inevitable. “We try to keep her away from [television] when we know something’s going to be on about the case. But yesterday she did manage to see something, and she said, ‘There’s Mommy and Daddy [referring to the Bakers], and there’s Casey [He].'”

Thankfully, Anna Mae is too young to read newspapers. If she could, she would have read unsettling things: questions about Jack He’s paternity of the child; Casey He’s numerous breakdowns and outbursts; a journal kept by Louise Baker recording every visit made to her home by the Hes; and Jerry Baker’s offer to pay the Hes $3,000 to give up custody. Throw in Jack He’s criminal assault charge (which he was acquitted of in February 2003), the couple’s immigration woes, and the Bakers’ financial straits, and the waters get murky. Whether or not all the accusations hurled between the couples are true, the long-term damage to their reputations has been done.

Adult and child psychologists and Chinese cultural experts have testified that removal of Anna Mae from one family to the other will be difficult. Witnesses on each side cited cases in which children have been negatively impacted during such transitions or cases in which children grow up resenting their foster families for denying them access to their ethnic background. Some observers view the case as cultural racism, with the Bakers as “Bible-thumping” Christians intent on enforcing their will and religion on the child. Still, the fact remains that for five years Anna Mae has known nothing else.

Casey He opened the trial by telling a Chinese story: Two women fight over a child, and in the end the biological mother gives up to keep the child from suffering. In this case, neither side so far is willing to give up.

When she becomes old enough to fully grasp the events that marked the first few years of her life, maybe Anna Mae will understand that it was all in her “best interest.” Hopefully by then, she’ll be too happy to care.

E-mail: jdavis@memphisflyer.com

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Bad Connection

Brave and burly, the hardhatted lineman is an icon of MLGW, risking life and limb to keep the power on in all kinds of foul weather.

Politicians argue about who should be the president of MLGW and how the president and board should be chosen. Customers gripe about surprise increases in their bills and long waits on the phone. The media question whether more outside workers should have been brought in last summer to fix the damage from the big windstorm. But linemen are almost unanimously praised.

For Glenn Higgs, who underwent a terrifying near-death experience while working as a 31-year-old journeyman lineman for MLGW in 1992, it’s not quite that simple. The job that almost killed him still fascinates him, but his old employer doesn’t want him back.

Able-bodied and fully recovered, and with a tattered union card still in his wallet, Higgs finds himself blackballed by the company he left in 1996 with nearly $750,000 in his pockets from the settlement of a lawsuit stemming from his accident.

“I’d just like to practice my trade,” says Higgs, a husky, redheaded man with a goatee. “I figure I’ve still got a good 15 years or so left in me.”

Higgs offers a unique perspective on a company that inspires conflicting emotions in a lot of people. By his own appraisal, Higgs could be one hard-headed hardhat. The Craigmont High School graduate relished the macho image of the lineman and the satisfaction he got from doing a tough job that most people can’t do.

“We were not choir boys,” he says. “We spoke our minds. We were union. We were taught not to take any shit off of anyone. I’m sure I wasn’t the most pleasant someone to work around, but my overall record was good.”

On April 28, 1992, his crew was working near Shelby Forest on a routine job called an overbuild, which involves stringing new lines over existing ones to keep power running without disruption. It was, Higgs remembers, a beautifully clear spring day.

Higgs was helping pull a dead wire banjo-tight over a hot wire. He was standing on something called a tensioneer machine when it malfunctioned and the dead wire dropped down to a hot circuit, sending 12,000 volts through his body.

“I’m on the machine with smoke coming off of me thinking I’ve got to get off this thing or I’ll be dead,” he recalls.

He tumbled to the ground but remained hot-wired by a 12-foot radio cord on his shirt. An apprentice named Tommy Hughes grabbed a fiberglass “hot stick” and pulled the cord off. The crew found him flopping like a fish.

He was flown by chopper to the burn center at The Med, where he had 13 skin grafts and underwent “debridement” — a lineman’s nightmare that involves immersion in a hot tub while dead skin is picked off. He had a hole the size of a dinner plate in his chest and stomach and gruesome burns on his hands and arms. His left buttock was burned off.

Two years later, he went back to work, calling himself a “half-assed lineman.” MLGW joined his lawsuit against a company called Tension Stringing Equipment, which settled out of court for $1.25 million. Court records and Higgs’ attorney, Will Heaton, confirm the story. After MLGW and Heaton took their shares, Higgs had roughly $750,000.

He worked two more years, struggling through a divorce and reconciliation, then quit and moved with his wife and children to Florida to work on a charter fishing boat. When his wife’s mother got cancer, they returned to Memphis in 2000.

Higgs asked for his old job but was told no thanks, then no way. A union lawyer confirmed to Higgs that MLGW did not have to hire him. He could not even get work from MLGW subcontractors during emergencies. He says two of his three supervisors gave him positive recommendations, but one wrote that he “causes disruptions on the truck and has physical limitations.”

“I begged them to let me come back last summer during the storm, but they said no,” he says. Instead he has found part-time jobs working as a utility lineman in South Carolina, Mississippi, North Carolina, and Jackson, Tennessee. The pay averages about $27 an hour, but the work is sporadic and Higgs is restless.

He’s been keeping up with the news about MLGW’s bond deals and the mayor’s charges of mismanagement and overspending and wonders “why I am being crucified.”

“I risked my life for this company, and they effectively blackballed me out of my trade,” he says. “I’m 43 years old, and I want to go back to work. I don’t want to sit on my ass. My wife thinks I’m insane, but I’m an adrenaline junkie. It’s a fascinating trade.”

E-mail: branston@MemphisFlyer.com

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Last time he tries to stop a cat fight: Officers were called to Everett Lane February 29th when two women started fighting, and one grabbed a knife and tried to stab the other. The assailant’s husband tried to restrain the women and break up the fight, but in doing so, he got cut on the finger.

Strange revenge plots, part one: After three bomb threats were called into Georgian Hills Junior High on February 25th, a parent told the assistant principal that her boyfriend was the one making the threats. Apparently, her boyfriend and her son got into an argument and the boyfriend was using the bomb threats to retaliate against the son. The next day, the school received yet another bomb threat.

Strange revenge plots, part two: Police were called February 24th after a woman on Genesis Street woke up to knocking at her front door. People outside said they were the police, and when she let them in, they said they had a warrant for her arrest. She told the officers that she needed to put on clothes, but “once she went to her bedroom … she thought to herself, ‘Arrested for what?'” When she returned to the living room and asked to see the warrant, the woman noticed one of the officers’ badges said Imperial Security on it. She told them she was going to call the real police and that’s when her ex-boyfriend came in with two other guys. She escaped and called 911, and the suspects left. She told police her boyfriend was upset because he had seen a male friend driving her car. — Compiled by Mary Cashiola

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Are Neighborhoods Still News?

A number of neighborhood leaders are questioning the value of The Commercial Appeal‘s new brand of neighborhood reporting which forgoes traditional news gathering and focuses instead on photographs, press releases, and features sent to the newspaper by its readers.

A map created by the Center for Community Building and Neighborhood Action shows that 23 Memphis zip codes are covered by the seven new neighborhood Appeal sections, while 17 are excluded. Though two of the covered neighborhoods, Whitehaven and Center City (the newspaper’s name for Midtown), are both economically and racially diverse, the CA‘s critics point out that five of the seven targeted neighborhoods are mostly white and relatively affluent.

“Neighborhoods sometimes get reputations they don’t always deserve,” said Steve Lockwood, executive director of the Frayser Community Development Corporation (CDC). “Frayser is a beehive of civic activity. When Housing and Community Development director Robert Lipscomb comes to Frayser to talk about new developments, there are always 75 or 80 informed folks who show up to ask questions.” Lockwood’s question: Who’s going to report on these kinds of meetings?

Lockwood, along with other concerned heads of CDCs, contacted the CA about their concerns. According to Lockwood, they were told that the decisions were based on economic factors.

“I just feel like we have less access,” said Kathy Moore Cowan of the Works in South Memphis, which partners with Housing and Urban Development to build and rehab single-family homes. “At first it was like, hey, this sounds like a nice idea, but then I heard about the areas that weren’t being served,” she said. “So what happens to the lower-income neighborhoods? It just seems so racist.”

Emily Trenholm, executive director of the Community Development Council, is a bit less sour on the CA: “I’m sure all the pictures of pets are important for the people in those neighborhoods, but …”

Trenholm believes that the CA will continue reporting important stories in its Metro section, but she is afraid that transitional neighborhoods will still lose a lot of the coverage they once received.

“This is grassroots, local news gathering,” said CA editor Chris Peck. “[It’s] something that no other medium can do.” According to Peck, advertising for the new Appeal sections is ahead of projections. Internal production and delivery problems are being solved. Once the second phase of the community-sections strategy has been implemented, Peck believes developing and transitional neighborhoods will actually receive better coverage than before. The second phase involves devoting more space and assigning more reporters to the metro beat.

“We’re learning how to make these sections successful,” he said. “We want to build readership, we want the neighborhoods to have more direct access to the pages of our paper for local news, and we want to develop a business model that allows smaller advertisers to afford to buy ads. These forces all work together, with building readership as our primary goal.

“The sections don’t target only white neighborhoods,” he said, countering charges to the contrary. “In fact, one of the most successful community sections we launched isWhitehaven Appeal. This section is all about people and events in Whitehaven and means we’re running more stories and pictures from Whitehaven than we ever have.”

According to Peck, the new sections are based on research conducted by the Readership Institute at Northwestern University, which suggested that readers want to see more stories about people like themselves.

“[The sections] are oriented to very local news,” Peck said. “The content comes directly from the readers and reflects, in a very unfiltered way, the lives and interests of people in the neighborhood.”

E-mail: davis@memphisflyer.com

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BAD CONNECTION

Brave and burly, the hardhatted lineman is an icon of MLGW, risking life and limb to keep the power on in all kinds of foul weather.

Politicians argue about who should be the president of MLGW and how the president and board should be chosen. Customers gripe about surprise increases in their bills and long waits on the phone. The media question whether more outside workers should have been brought in last summer to fix the damage from the big windstorm. But linemen are almost unanimously praised.

For Glenn Higgs, who underwent a terrifying near-death experience while working as a 31-year-old journeyman lineman for MLGW in 1992, it’s not quite that simple. The job that almost killed him still fascinates him, but his old employer doesn’t want him back.

Able-bodied and fully recovered, and with a tattered union card still in his wallet, Higgs finds himself blackballed by the company he left in 1996 with nearly $750,000 in his pockets from the settlement of a lawsuit stemming from his accident.

“I’d just like to practice my trade,” says Higgs, a husky, redheaded man with a goatee. “I figure I’ve still got a good 15 years or so left in me.”

Higgs offers a unique perspective on a company that inspires conflicting emotions in a lot of people. By his own appraisal, Higgs could be one hard-headed hardhat. The Craigmont High School graduate relished the macho image of the lineman and the satisfaction he got from doing a tough job that most people can’t do.

“We were not choir boys,” he says. “We spoke our minds. We were union. We were taught not to take any shit off of anyone. I’m sure I wasn’t the most pleasant someone to work around, but my overall record was good.”

On April 28, 1992, his crew was working near Shelby Forest on a routine job called an overbuild, which involves stringing new lines over existing ones to keep power running without disruption. It was, Higgs remembers, a beautifully clear spring day.

Higgs was helping pull a dead wire banjo-tight over a hot wire. He was standing on something called a tensioneer machine when it malfunctioned and the dead wire dropped down to a hot circuit, sending 12,000 volts through his body.

“I’m on the machine with smoke coming off of me thinking I’ve got to get off this thing or I’ll be dead,” he recalls.

He tumbled to the ground but remained hot-wired by a 12-foot radio cord on his shirt. An apprentice named Tommy Hughes grabbed a fiberglass “hot stick” and pulled the cord off. The crew found him flopping like a fish.

He was flown by chopper to the burn center at The Med, where he had 13 skin grafts and underwent “debridement”– a lineman’s nightmare that involves immersion in a hot tub while dead skin is picked off. He had a hole the size of a dinner plate in his chest and stomach and gruesome burns on his hands and arms. His left buttock was burned off.

Two years later, he went back to work, calling himself a “half-assed lineman.” MLGW joined his lawsuit against a company called Tension Stringing Equipment, which settled out of court for $1.25 million. Court records and Higgs’ attorney, Will Heaton, confirm the story. After MLGW and Heaton took their shares, Higgs had roughly $750,000.

He worked two more years, struggling through a divorce and reconciliation, then quit and moved with his wife and children to Florida to work on a charter fishing boat. When his wife’s mother got cancer, they returned to Memphis in 2000.

Higgs asked for his old job but was told no thanks, then no way. A union lawyer confirmed to Higgs that MLGW did not have to hire him. He could not even get work from MLGW subcontractors during emergencies. He says two of his three supervisors gave him positive recommendations, but one wrote that he “causes disruptions on the truck and has physical limitations.”

“I begged them to let me come back last summer during the storm, but they said no,” he says. Instead he has found part-time jobs working as a utility lineman in South Carolina, Mississippi, North Carolina, and Jackson, Tennessee. The pay averages about $27 an hour, but the work is sporadic and Higgs is restless.

He’s been keeping up with the news about MLGW’s bond deals and the mayor’s charges of mismanagement and overspending and wonders “why I am being crucified.”

“I risked my life for this company, and they effectively blackballed me out of my trade,” he says. “I’m 43 years old, and I want to go back to work. I don’t want to sit on my ass. My wife thinks I’m insane, but I’m an adrenaline junkie. It’s a fascinating trade.”

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THE USE OF THE ARTICLE

You have to love the title. It’s not “The Passion of Christ.” It’s The Passion of the Christ!!! Two–count ‘em–TWO definitive articles! It’s all so deliciously infallible. You might as well say, “Mel Gibson’s Jesus shit’s the only real Jesus shit, and all that other Jesus shit–even the stuff that’s actually in the Bible– that’s just shit.”

Mel’s big gay masterpiece of homoerotic sadomasochism tells the story of a rugged, tough-guy Jesus who grew big sexy muscles building tables with his rugged, rough carpenter’s hands. He’s got magical powers, or so we’re told, but he’s unlucky, and he doesn’t choose his friends well. He gets caught up in a power-struggle between two rival gangs called The Romans and The Pharisees. He’s stripped almost naked and beaten skinless by brutish men with leather skirts and really bad teeth. He’s beaten with fists, and clubs, and rods, and whips, and other whips with razor-sharp metal woven into the leather. He’s beaten again, and again, and again, and again. It’s amazing how much blood the guy has in him. Why do I get this feeling Christian rock is about to get really, really Goth?

But seriously folks, did we really need jets of blood filmed in slow motion accompanied by comical glurping sounds? Did we have to see God’s literal teardrop falling from heaven? Did all the Roman soldiers really have to have Billy Bob teeth? Probably not, but that’s the case.

And what of the film’s famous anti-Semitism? Well, Gibson forsakes historical and Biblical accuracy to make the Pilate, a notoriously cruel Roman governor, into a sympathetic figure. And he torques up the viciousness of the Pharisees who ultimately incite the Jewish rabble to near-riot. But that’s all Hollywood hyperbole. Besides the whole Roman/Pharisee subplot in the New Testament is a cautionary tale about the dangers of corrupt, hypocritical, and paranoid leadership, it’s not about debasing an entire race of people. Although Gibson’s storytelling ultimately becomes the victim of too little context, it can’t be totally ignored that Jesus, his family, most of his disciples, and the majority of his followers were also obviously Jewish. Is the film anti-demagogue? Definitely. Anti-Semitic? Not unless the fearful and manipulative priesthood, or the corrupt, self-serving monarchy stands for the whole of Judaism. Of course that point will be lost to a culture obsessed with oversimplification. Hell, it was probably lost on Gibson.

Context is clearly Gibson’s satan here. Viewers are never exposed to Christ’s rise from obscurity to notoriety. We do not see him feeding the MULTITUDE, or throwing the moneychangers from the temple. We never see why he is such an awful threat to the Jewish priesthood. Guess you have to read the book for all that. All we get from the film is Jesus’s capture, his abuse at the hands of the Jewish Priesthood, and far worse abuse at the hands of Roman soldiers. We watch as friends betray and deny Jesus. Only his family, a woman he once saved from certain death, and a few strangers he meets on the road to Calvary stand by him. Without the whys, and wherefores the torture just seems random, and it becomes easy to despise both the Romans and the Jews who were merely engaging in self-preservation and politics as usual. And, if the story is to be believed, they were also instrumental in the execution of God’s presumably perfect plan.

Nobody in the world of the film ever witnesses the resurrection. That visual treat is reserved for paying customers only. After two hours of non-stop carnage, we are quietly taken into the tomb where we see Jesus’ beautiful face restored to pre-scourge perfection. As he stands up in the shadows we can see the holes in his hands. He walks out of the shot as the credits roll. It’s like something extracted from a John Carpenter film. Sure, we’re supposed to know about all the good things that happen next, but according to the language of popular cinema Jesus is a monster now, raised from the dead to take cruel revenge upon the living. From the imagery provided you just know that in the sequel he’s gonna cut all the Jews and Romans up with a lawnmower blade. Or worse.

The greatest tragedy here is that if Gibson had shown only a modicum of self-restraint he really could have become St. Mel. If half-an-hour’s worth of gory and redundant footage was cut The Passion of the Christ could have been a universal triumph of beautifully realized Christian iconography created in the spirit of the Renaissance masters. Instead, it’s just kitsch. But such is the inevitable result of too much sincerity, and the inability of an artist to distance himself from his subject.

The most shocking thing about The Passion of the Christ is the cultural furor surrounding it. More amazing still is the fact that so many true believers stand so solidly behind it. The Passion focuses on Christ’s humanness through the methodical, nearly pornographic destruction of his body. But a man is not merely his blood, thus Christ is denied his humanity. The ambiguity of the resurrection denies Christ his glory, and his godhead. What remains is merely sensational: a pretentious snuff flick, and nothing more. One would hope that even the zealots of the world could see this. It’s the Christian believers Gibson has short-changed here, not the Jews, and most certainly not the godless liberal heathens of the world.