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Opinion The Last Word

GOP Convention Means Hot Fun in the Summertime

Richard J. Daley

People under 40 are in for a treat this summer. A new reality show combining the very best of Survivor, Jackass, Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?, and Here Comes Honey Boo Boo, will begin July 18th and run through the 21st. It promises to be the television event of the year, and you don’t even need cable. The macabre spectacle known as the Republican National Convention will be held in Cleveland earlier than usual this year, so as not to step on the TV ratings for the 2016 Olympics. The Democrats follow suit a week later in Philadelphia, so everybody can jet off to Rio de Janeiro and bring back the Zika virus.

The GOP’s soiree will take place in the Quicken Loans Arena, which seems a bit insensitive, considering their quadrennial gala will be held in a sports arena owned by a mortgage company that was sued by the government for “knowingly violating underwriting practices (and) issuing hundreds of defective loans.” But it all makes sense when you discover the arena is owned by Cleveland Cavaliers owner and heavy Republican donor, Dan Gilbert, a billionaire businessman and chairman of Quicken Loans, who accepted a government bailout for his mendacious operation. So that’s a good start on what will be the billionaires’ political convention.

Several pundits are predicting that the cyclone that’s about to devour Cleveland will be comparable to the 1968 bloody Democratic convention in Chicago. The greatest similarity is that we get to sit on the couch with our popcorn and watch the implosion of a major political party. The differences, however, are many. The national mood leading up to Chicago can best be described as incendiary. LBJ announced he would not run for reelection in March. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated in April, followed by the murder of Robert Kennedy in June.

The best hope for peace was Minnesota Senator Eugene McCarthy, who came to the convention with the most delegates. Every manner of protester flooded into Chicago: radicals, moderates, anti-war activists, hippies, Yippies, and the Black Panther Party. Mayor Richard J. Daley was the law, mobilizing the National Guard and the Chicago police with orders to “shoot to kill” arsonists, and “shoot to maim” looters. This emboldened the cops to commit sanctioned brutality against the loathed, long-haired intruders. For the next three days, while the Democratic Party was disintegrating inside the hall, blue-helmeted riot police removed their badges and went on a rampage, wading into the protestors with sadistic zeal, cracking skulls and bloodying campaign volunteers, men and women alike.

In the end, party bosses chose Vice President Hubert Humphrey, who had not entered a single primary, as the nominee. Because their candidate was crushed by the party machinery, a whole generation took their ball and went home, sitting out the election and enabling the reign of Richard Nixon and setting off another five years of bitter anti-war protests. Like Mick Jagger said, “You can’t always get what you want.”

This year, it’s the Republicans who are in chaos. With tempers boiling, talk of a brokered convention and an insider “Stop Trump” movement, there’s every potential for violence. Only this time, the violence will be inside the convention. While a delegate might mention the word “riot” under his breath, Trump just comes right out and predicts it. When Donald Trump speculated that if he doesn’t get the nomination, “I think you’d have riots. I’m representing … millions of people,” he virtually invited every Tea Party yahoo, Klansman, white supremacist, and open-carry gun neurotic to come to Cleveland. For certain, protesters will descend righteously into the city where 12-year-old Tamir Rice was murdered by a policeman (who was previously declared “emotionally unstable”) for brandishing a toy, airsoft pistol in a public park. Black Lives Matter will be in force. So should the many groups publicly denigrated by Trump: Mexicans, African Americans, Asians, war heroes, women, Catholics, Jews, Muslims, Seventh-day Adventists, Mormons, the disabled, and the poor. This time, however, law enforcement will be overseen by the Department of Homeland Security and the Secret Service (if we can keep them away from the prostitutes) and not the trigger-happy Cleveland police.

So buckle up, this is going to be ugly. So far, it looks like the only people who will speak on behalf of Trump are Dennis Rodman, Sarah Palin, Mike Tyson, Chris Christie, and Omarosa. Maybe they could get the Cliven Bundy militia to prerecord a message of support which could then be read by Duck Dynasty‘s Phil Robertson.

The strange thing is the rules committee is not bound by rules, so they can make them up as they go along. There are two scenarios here: Trump loses the nomination and begins rampaging around the land like the Cloverfield monster, or Trump wins the nomination, but the GOP announces a third-party candidate so as not to let the country fall into the hands of a sociopath who once said, “It really doesn’t matter what (the media) write as long as you’ve got a young and beautiful piece of ass.”

Who can argue with logic like that? Except, imagine for a second if that quote came out of the mouth of Barack Obama. Rednecks would be locking up their daughters. No matter how repulsive Trump is to his fellow GOP presidential candidates, almost all of them have pledged to support the party’s nominee.

Go ahead and nominate his ass. His hate-filled reality show will be renewed for 12 more weeks, then the voters can cancel him for good — and maybe the Republican Party, as well.

Randy Haspel writes the “Recycled Hippies” blog, where a version of this column first appeared.

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Letter From The Editor Opinion

Medium Cool

We’re reading and hearing a lot about “electability” these days, which is broadly defined as “fitness or ability to get elected to public office.” That covers a lot of Tarmac, to say the least. For example, ingrained party affiliations, gerrymandering, and family or religious affiliations can make a candidate electable for state or local office, but he or she may have little electability in a national contest.

Witness Texas Senator Ted Cruz. Anyone with a minimal ability to read character can see that he’s, well, just creepy. He has a base of right-wing, evangelical voters and not much else. His chances of winning 51 percent of the voters in a national contest are nil. Cruz could easily be president of Utah and the Confederacy, but unfortunately for him, the rest of the country still exists.

The bottom line is, Cruz lacks “cool,” and cool wins elections. And by cool, I mean, basically, being comfortable in your own skin. President Obama has been the coolest president of my lifetime. He smiles and laughs a lot. He doesn’t get flustered in public. He doesn’t gratuitously insult or flatter. His speaking pattern is masterful, full of seemingly thoughtful pauses that lead to complete sentences. You may not like what he says, but he says it well. Our next president will not be as cool.

Oh, sure, other factors are important — competency, experience — but I’m convinced that cool, or its corollary, “likability,” is how we most often elect our president. In a national election, you need to win across a broad landscape, millions of people of all ethnicities and political persuasions, a large percentage of whom, unfortunately, are not particularly well-versed on the issues. It’s been said, ad nauseum, that voters are drawn to someone they could “sit down and have a beer with.” And it’s true, especially in this era of 24-hour media coverage, where candidates are exposed to public scrutiny as never before. If you’re not cool, you can’t hide it.

Reagan was cooler than Carter and Mondale. George H.W. Bush was cooler than Dukakis (though there was something of a coolness deficit in that contest). Bill Clinton was cooler than the elder Bush and Dole. Like it or not, George W. Bush was cooler than Gore or Kerry, who were smart, but stiffs. And, it goes without saying, John McCain and Mitt Romney were no match for Obama’s cool.

Bernie Sanders is the coolest of the remaining candidates. It’s a crotchety cool, but he comes off as authentic. Hillary Clinton is not cool. She is, by her own admission, “not a good politician,” and her speaking style, while substantive, can be abrasive and mannered. Fortunately, if she gets the nomination, she’ll probably be going up against the uncoolest candidate of my lifetime — Donald Trump.

Trump is a siding salesman, full of bluster and insults, with no coherent national or foreign policy positions that anyone’s been able to discern, unless you consider, “We never win. When I’m president, we’re going to win” some sort of policy.

Non-doctrinaire swing voters look for likability, certainly, but if they can’t have that, they look for competence and sanity. And they don’t want an uncool jerk as president. As Jeb(!) Bush said to Trump, “You can’t insult your way to the presidency.” Trump has basically insulted himself out of the presidency, turning vast constituencies against himself and his party. The last poll I saw had Trump’s unfavorability rating among likely voters at 67 percent! If the Republicans nominate Trump (or Cruz), they’re looking at a Goldwater-level wipeout election, no matter who the Democrats select.

Hopefully, such a result would make Trump go away for good — which would be cool with me.

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Theater Theater Feature

Into the Woods, All the Way, and Free Man of Color.

With Into the Woods, Stephen Sondheim takes audiences on a musical, psycho-sexual romp through the pages of Grimms’ Fairy Tales. The Sweeney Todd composer’s take on bedtime stories like Little Red Riding Hood and Cinderella is less like an animated Disney musical than Hitchcock shocker. The irony is that when Into the Woods became a film, Disney made it. While Theatre Memphis’ lush, color-saturated production is not a copy of the film, it has a post-Disney feel.

Theater Memphis’ Into the Woods is nothing short of lovely, with lush storybook designs by Jack Yates complemented by Jeremy Allen Fisher’s even lusher lighting. Voices are strong, the orchestra sounds fantastic, and the acting is solid.

Renee Davis Brame may be the best wicked witch Memphis has seen to date, which is no small compliment considering how frequently the show is produced. Imagine Bette Davis eating Bernadette Peters to absorb her superpowers. She shares the stage with a strong ensemble that includes Lee Gilliland and Lynden Lewis as the Baker and his wife, and Cody Rutledge as a dimwitted giant-killer named Jack.

Jack Yates

Old fairy tales get a little freaky in Into the Woods.

Into the Woods is relentlessly modern, putting it at odds with Theatre Memphis’ production,which is only intermittently so. The things that make the show so sumptuous dull the musical’s sharpest edges and un-sex it. What’s left remains gorgeous and exuberantly performed.

Into the Woods at Theatre Memphis through April 3rd

All the Way is an overstuffed sausage-grinding play about President Lyndon Johnson’s first 11 months in the White House. It begins with Kennedy’s assassination and ends with the passage of the 1964 Civil Rights Bill and LBJ’s election.

George Dudley is always a pleasure to watch on stage, and his LBJ is no exception. Curtis C. Jackson and John Maness stand out as NAACP leader Roy Wilkins and FBI chief J. Edgar Hoover. Greg Boller relishes his time inside the skin of Defense Secretary Robert McNamara, and Michael Detroit makes a sympathetic, if never entirely convincing, Hubert Humphrey. The women of the ’60s are finely represented by Claire Kolheim, Irene Crist, and Kim Sanders. Unfortunately, this enormously scaled show requires more than acting.

All the Way should make us see that soldiers are blown up in boardrooms not on battlefields, and how even progressive politics can play out like a slow-motion lynching. It should make us flinch and look away often. It never does, but it’s an election year, which may put audiences in the mood for a three-hour reminder of the days when even an oil-funded politician as crude and bullying as Donald Trump could dream of a “more perfect union” and get elected.

All the Way at Playhouse on the Square through March 26th

Charles Smith’s Free Man of Color is a melodrama more relevant than well-told. It’s the story of a slave with uncommonly kind masters who, as a newly freed man, is given a chance to attend college. It’s also a story of 19th-century liberalism, and a man of learning who staked his reputation on the progressive belief that, with the proper education and rigorous training, exceptional Christian males of African descent might one day go back to Africa, conquer other brown people, and rule over them as God intended.

Although Free Man of Color is inspired by the true story of John Newton Templeton, who attended university in Ohio, Smith’s play is essentially a work of historical fiction. That doesn’t mean it’s not true.

Templeton, played with boundless decency by Bertram Williams, is invited to live with university president Robert Wilson, who treats his precocious student like a son when he’s not treating him like the Elephant Man. Wilson’s wife, played with chest-thumping authority by Kilby Yarbrough, Jane is a period-perfect hysteric, forever on the verge of going all “Yellow Wallpaper” in the absence of agency and purpose. She creates more context by voicing her concerns for Native Americans who are hunted like coyotes.

Michael Ewing is ramrod straight as Wilson, a self-enamored political animal with a gift for otherizing.

Free Man of Color wants more dynamic treatment but still succeeds in leaving audiences with plenty of food for thought.

Free Man of Color at the Hattiloo Theatre through April 3rd

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Editorial Opinion

De-Annexation: The Moral of the Story

As this week’s Flyer cover story notes, the city of Memphis — in the judgment of numerous spokespersons for city interests — may have dodged another bullet in the General Assembly this week. This was a bill, the product of

longstanding collaboration between various opponents of urban expansion in Tennessee, that would have crippled the efforts of Memphis to right itself and resolve what was already a difficult financial predicament even before the advent of the bill.

The bill, still not formally dead, is a measure to facilitate de-annexation by residents of incorporated cities. It was proposed by two House members from the Chattanooga suburbs who two years ago had succeeded in establishing the principle of consent on the part of residents about to be annexed. The new bill has, in the lexicon of our time, gone a bridge too far beyond that. It would allow referenda on the part of residential areas annexed since 1998 to de-annex themselves, even if, in the words of Memphis Chamber of Commerce head Phil Trenary, the results would be “swiss cheese” urban maps, with gaping holes marking where formerly contiguous Memphis neighborhoods had existed side by side. 

In the case of Memphis, there would be gaping holes in the city’s financial resources as well. Even those legislators who favored the bill — including suburban Shelby County legislators who helped to get it passed in the House of Representatives last week — acknowledged that it would occasion a $28 million annual loss in property tax and local-option sales tax revenues for the city.

And the bill’s proponents made no pretense of applying an objective standard to all urban areas in Tennessee. It singles out Memphis and four other areas — Knoxville, Chattanooga, Kingsport, and tiny Cornersville — as liable for redress penalties on account of allegedly “egregious” annexations of adjacent territories. That these annexations were all performed in perfect compliance with the letter of Tennessee law was of no matter to the authors of the bill. Nor was the fact that the bill would up-end the long-standing provisions of Public Law 1101, a.k.a. the Urban Growth Act, a compromise arrangement agreed upon in 1998 among representatives of Tennessee’s urban, suburban, and rural constituencies.

The Urban Growth Act was the result of positive and coordinated effort. The current attempt to dismantle it, which the de-annexation bill would achieve, is the consequence of ex parte vengefulness, by way of contrast.

Luckily, as detailed in the cover story, various representatives of Memphis and Shelby County interests mounted a coordinated effort of their own to get the bill sent back to committee this week, and, as of this writing, the chances of positively amending the measure seem good. Only one thing is lacking, a joining in the effort by representatives of Shelby County government per se. And that, we have the right to hope, will be forthcoming. 

After all, it would be county government that would have to shoulder the financial burden of, say, 150 additional Sheriff’s deputies, and as many new vehicles, in order to police the newly de-annexed areas. We’re all in this together, and that’s the moral of the story.

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Food & Wine Food & Drink

Cooking with Broccoli Stems

I used to grumble at grocery stores that sell broccoli heads shaped like lollipops, in which tiny crowns sit atop lanky, woody stems. I have even gone so far as to break those stems off, right there in the produce aisle, and leave them in the cooler while I only purchased the heads. And I felt completely justified in doing so. The grocer was trying to charge me crown prices for something that was mostly stem. They weren’t going to play me like that.

It isn’t news to me that the stems are edible. Until recently, I haven’t been inclined to eat them, much less do work to prepare them. By work, I guess I just mean peeling them, something I’m happy to do with onions. But onions are necessary, while broccoli stems are a burden, precisely because they are edible. You can’t throw them away without wasting food.

My relationship with broccoli stems has recently changed. I now eat them, and not out of guilt, but desire.

This shift began when I was at the farmers market recently, hanging out near the end of market like I do, waiting for the deals to come to me. Sure enough, a farmer offered me the rest of his broccoli — about 20 pounds — for 20 bucks. It was a screaming deal on fresh, organic broccoli, and I accepted without hesitation.

Back in the kitchen, I broke the crowns into florets and prepared them for freezing. After blanching them for three minutes in boiling water, I plunged them into cold water to cool them quickly and fix their bright green color. Then I packed them into quart freezer bags.

When the steam dissipated and my bags of blanched broccoli were in the freezer, I still faced a pile of broccoli stems, feeling annoyance and guilt. One I could have tossed to the chickens without an issue, but such a mountain of stalks had to be climbed.

I had been operating under the assumption that the stems are not only less tasty than the crowns, but offer fewer nutrients too, and are more labor-intensive to cook. It turns out broccoli stems have nearly the same nutrients as the crowns, plus more fiber. Those nutrients include sulforaphane, a substance that has been shown to protect against several types of cancer. Broccoli is also suspected to help rid the body of toxins, thanks to a large study in a polluted area of China. So anything you can do to eat more broccoli and throw away less is going to be good for your body as well as your wallet.

While there is the extra labor involved in peeling the stalks, in some ways they are also more forgiving to prepare. They aren’t as easy to overcook as the florets, which turn a dark shade of green and become mushy and bitter, while the stems only get sweeter with prolonged cooking.

As for the flavor, it’s neither better nor worse, but different. And delicious.

Since the fateful farmers market when I acquired all of that broccoli, I’ve made broccoli stem and scallop fried rice, broccoli stems with Ethiopian berbere spices, broccoli stem chips, Thai-style coconut curry with broccoli stems, broccoli stems with bacon, as well as my two favorites: broccoli stem soup and stir-fried broccoli stems with hoisin sauce. Not once during this binge did I feel that I was eating a second-class vegetable. Those stems were so good, in fact, that I think some different vocabulary is in order, words that convey the dignity and supreme edibility that these plant parts deserve.

Thus, I’m going to start calling them broccoli hearts, and the slices thereof: medallions. And today I’m the proud owner of a few bags of blanched broccoli heart medallions in the freezer, alongside the crowns. Knowing what I now know, don’t be surprised if I reach for them first.

Here are my two favorite recipes for broccoli hearts. Both can be made with fresh broccoli stems, or with broccoli heart medallions from the freezer.

(This holds true for cauliflower stems.)

Stir-fried with hoisin sauce

Ingredients

5 broccoli stems

1 clove garlic, minced

2 tablespoons hoisin sauce

2 tablespoons soy sauce

1 tablespoon sugar

1 tablespoon chili flakes, or a crushed dried chili pepper (optional)

1 scallion, chopped

Oil or bacon, for the pan

Method

Peel and slice the broccoli stems. To be extra fancy, slice them on an angle.

Cook the stems in oil or bacon for about five minutes, until soft, on medium.

While they cook, combine soy sauce, hoisin sauce, and sugar.

Add the garlic and chili flakes, and stir it around. After about a minute, add the sauce mixture. Stir-fry for another minute. Remove from heat. Garnish with chopped green onions, and serve.

Broccoli stem soup

This soup has turned out to be the only way my kids will ever eat any form of broccoli. It works as a great chilled soup in summertime and would be lovely served warm in the colder months. It’s similar to vichyssoise.

Ingredients

5 broccoli stems, peeled and chopped into medallions

2 medium carrots, sliced

2 medium potatoes, sliced

1 medium onion or leek, sliced

2 cloves garlic, minced

¼ cup red lentils

A pinch of fennel seeds

Beef, chicken, or veggie stock

Cream, sour cream, or mayo as a garnish (optional)

Method

Add all of the ingredients to a pan, and cover them with stock by at least an inch. Grind in a generous amount of black pepper. Simmer until soft. Let cool to the point where it can be pureed. Puree. Serve with cream, sour cream, or mayo.

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Book Features Books

Stranger, new poems by Adam Clay.

Adam Clay’s Stranger is his third full-length collection after The Wash and A Hotel Lobby at the Edge of the World. In Stranger, Clay revisits the voice of Hotel Lobby, a speaker who experiences the everyday in overlapping juxtapositions of observation, memory, and thought. The speaker often wears the protective ache of solitude and questions himself and his shifting environment. In Stranger there is a settled-in feeling and a sense of growth — even mythmaking. Or mapmaking. Clay writes: “I’d like to make a map not of the land/but of the path I took to arrive in this place/a map with no idealized purpose,/a map of a thousand airless pines.”

The ambulatory poems here explore a world in blue, gray, and bronze, a palette of cloud, reminiscent of Larry Levis. The poetic line is often a wandering razor with the rightward lean of Charles Wright, but the measured voice is wholly Clay’s. That I would place a young poet such as Clay in the company of these two greats says something of the sureness of his voice, allowing him to steadily circle and interrogate the language of sky, home, and fishing line.

Clay has blurred the tension between the wooded and human worlds with a blend of surrealism and wonder. The purpose of the bird and river imagery is rarely to make a comparison but to push through ecological awareness into language — though the awareness is present also. What I love about Clay’s swift navigational shifts in space (in one poem from Hotel Lobby: snow, Memphis weeds, a sky folded in on itself, sleep, memory, a hand held in Boston) is the way the words intend intensely. Clay’s poems have a dream quality, and like any good dream that haunts your morning, most take more than one reading to suss out. They’re worth it though — you don’t walk away empty-headed.

Clay develops darkness more fully in Stranger. Fear and longing are soft spots in the consciousness of the speaker, though approached with the deep tenderness of familial love. There is the reality that this world is not the speaker’s choice of worlds, but this is the given world, a world of knowing and not knowing, and it is the one he, his wife, and daughter must live, grow, and create in. Growth, language, observation, and creation all intermingle in “Upper Peninsula.” Clay writes “Myths start somewhere” and:

Our daughter grows like that very question:

she invents music,

sounds, words—water finds a way—

and a bird

cannot be anything more

than itself anymore.

A few lines later:

… I did not know

that fourteen lines would

not be enough to contain

what we knew was true

but were too ashamed to ask.

The speaker is referring to the birth of the daughter here, and of meeting the boundaries of poetry as a container for expression. The question of form is asked repeatedly in the book, form as a boundary imposed on a poem, but also the form of a room, or a home lived in and left behind. Form is also a word and its limitations to describe or impart. Clay prods at the purpose of form and considers it strange. Form, however, is not just a container, but also a verb, a way of making, and making is important here. The act of creation is illustrated especially in the figure of the daughter who has “enough mysticism / for us all,” who, in the act of learning and inventing language, invents and holds the world in all its wonder and sadness, and is one reason for both hope and concern.

Did I say these poems were darker? Let me reconsider. They are concerned, interested, and question the extent to which words are capable. Fatherhood de-familiarizes comfort, and the borders of the world are dark. The poems refer to school shootings, environmental degradation, things difficult to make meaning from. However, Clay writes, “I’m calling out to you/as if we’re building a nest, one word at a time.” These poems are not about statements, but about dreaming, like Gillian Welch suggests, of the highway back.

Adam Clay is reading with Ada Limón and Michael Robins at the Impossible Language poetry reading April 8th, 7 p.m., at story booth in Crosstown Arts.

Ashley Roach-Freiman is a librarian and MFA candidate at the University of Memphis. She coordinates and hosts the Impossible Language reading series.

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Politics Politics Feature

Second Efforts

The de-annexation bill that was temporarily stalled in the state Senate on Monday of this week was, as this week’s Flyer cover story (p. 14) documents, the subject of concerted resistance activity on the part of Memphis legislators, city council members, and representatives of the Greater Memphis Area Chamber of Commerce.

Many of the same legislators were part of another never-say-die effort, this one mounted by the House Democratic Caucus, which got behind an effort by House Democratic leader Craig Fitzhugh (D-Ripley) to enable a non-binding resolution for a statewide referendum on Governor Bill Haslam‘s moribund Insure Tennessee proposal.

That proposal, which would have allowed some $1.5 billion in federal funds annually to further Medicaid expansion in Tennesee, has been so far bottled up by the Republican super-majority in the General Assembly. And Fitzhugh’s resolution itself was routed off to the limbo of legislative “summer study” as a result of a procedural gambit employed by Representative Jeremy Durham (R-Franklin), who was formally ousted from his House leadership positions recently because of allegations involving improper activities involving interns and female staffers.

Memphis representatives Joe Towns, Larry Miller, and G.A. Hardaway were among those speaking on behalf of reactivating Insure Tennessee legislation at a press conference last week in Legislative Plaza.

 

• Ninth District Congressman Steve Cohen began the week as a part of the entourage that accompanied President Obama on his history-making trip to Cuba, where the president furthered the official Cuba-U.S.A. relations he reopened last year.

The trip was the second one to Cuba for Cohen, who also was part of a delegation accompanying Secretary of State John Kerry to the Caribbean island nation in 2014. The Memphis congressman obviously went to some considerable effort to get himself involved with both missions. Why Cohen’s more than usual interest in the matter?

Well, first of all, the congressman has long advocated a normalizing of relations with Cuba, which became estranged from the United States during the height of the Cold War when Cuban ruler Fidel Castro instituted what he termed a communist revolution and cozied up to the Soviet Union, then a superpower antagonist to the U.S.

Cohen has favored rapprochement and an end to the still-active trade embargo on political and economic grounds, pointing out that the Cold War, at least in its original form, is long gone and that American enterprises, in Memphis as well as elsewhere, stand to prosper from improved relations between the two countries.

And there is the fact that, when Cohen was growing up, his family lived in Miami, the American city closest to Cuba and one containing a huge number of exiles from that nation.

But there’s more to it than that —as those Memphians know who were privy to an old AOL email address used by Cohen, one that employed a variant on the name of former White Sox baseball star Minnie Miñoso, who happened to hail from Cuba.

The backstory involving Cohen and Miñoso was uncovered this week for readers of the Miami Herald by reporter Patricia Mazzei in a sidebar on Obama’s trip to Cuba.

Mazzei related the essentials of a tale familiar to those Memphians who were readers of a Cohen profile that appeared in the Flyer‘s sister publication, Memphis magazine, in 2001. After noting that the young Cohen, who had always aspired to an athletic career himself, had been afflicted by polio at the age of 5, Mazzei goes to observe: “His parents, lifelong baseball fans, took young Steve, hobbled with crutches, to see Mom’s hometown Chicago White Sox at a Memphis exhibition game. Steve made his way near the field to plead for autographs.

“That’s when a pitcher, Tom Poholsky, handed him a real Major League baseball. It wasn’t from him, Poholsky told him. It was from an outfielder who couldn’t give the boy the ball himself because this was Memphis, in 1955, and the outfielder was black. The first black White Sox, in fact.

“His name: Minnie Miñoso. A native of Perico, Cuba.”

The young Cohen was struck by the fact that Miñoso, who for obvious reasons became something of a personal idol for him, had been so inhibited by restrictions that were part of an outmoded way of life, and his lifelong emotional attachment to the great Miñoso, who died only last year, ensued.

“I learned from Miñoso about civil rights, and I learned from Miñoso about Cuba, and I learned from Miñoso to be nice to kids,” Cohen said to Mazzei, who disclosed also that the congressman had toted a Miñoso-embossed White Sox baseball cap to Cuba on the Kerry trip with the aim of getting it to current Cuban president Raúl Castro.

He brought several more such caps with him to hand out here and there on the current presidential trip.

Jackson Baker

Roasted, toasted, and pleased about it all at a Democratic fund-raising “roaster” last Saturday honoring: (l to r, seated) Shelby County Commissioner Walter Bailey, former state Senator Beverly Marrero, and former City Councilman Myron Lowery. Standing is longtime former public official Michael Hooks, who applied the barbs to Bailey. The affair was held at the National Civil Rights Museum.

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Cover Feature News

De-Annexation: It Came From Nashville!

A funny thing happened on the way to the latest legislative effort to humble Memphis and put the city in its place. The effort itself, or, more properly, the legislators behind that effort, were the ones who got a lesson in humility and about the limits of power. This time.

Nothing is impossible, and some variant of the de-annexation bill (HB0779/SB074) that set out to strip Memphis of a fifth of its population and an even greater share of its treasure may yet find itself thrust into the light of day. But surely not in its original form.

In that form, the bill, the brainchild of two suburbanites from the Chattanooga area, state Representative Mike Carter (R-Ooltewah) and state Senator Bo Watson (R-Hixson), would go well beyond a measure passed two years ago by the Hamilton County duo. Their 2014 bill established for the first time the right of residents of areas eyed for annexation by adjacent cities to hold a binding consent vote on the matter. 

The new Carter-Watson bill was designed to go even further: It would allow the residents of any area annexed by one of five target cities since 1998 to de-annex themselves upon presentation of a petition for an enabling referendum by only one-tenth of their populations, followed by passage of the referendum by a simple majority vote.

The consequences to Memphis if the bill were passed were estimated by city officials to be enormous, with potential revenue losses in property tax and local-option sales tax proceeds going as high as $78 million annually. Even the minimum estimate of $27 million acknowledged by the bill’s proponents was staggering. And the city stood to lose a major hunk of its population — 110,000 residents, most of them taxpayers of some means — leaving behind a disproportionately poorer population in a city already hard-pressed to meet its basic service obligations.

Strickland with media in Nashville last week.

Mayor Jim Strickland, whose victory in last fall’s city election was due in no small part to his pinpointing of the city’s increasingly vulnerable circumstances, put it this way on a visit to Nashville last week: His city was already in fiscal crisis — facing $20-$40 million in various necessary upgrades for pensions, police and fire services, and the like. Memphis could lose another $15 millon annually if ongoing legislative efforts to abolish the state’s Hall Income Tax should succeed. And the $27 million from de-annexation would be on top of that.

To be sure, the de-annexation bill had a provision that de-annexed citizens would continue paying taxes for a pro-rated share of general obligation bonds relating to the establishment of city services and capital improvements in their areas, but, as Strickland pointed out, there were other expenses that would be left uncompensated, relating to utilities, pensions, and OPEB (other post-employment benefits) obligations.

Arguments of the same sort were put forth by those legislative members of the Shelby County delegation hailing from Memphis. Eventually they would have their effect, but not before last week’s passage of the de-annexation bill in the state House by a convincing margin of 65 to 24. 
 

That was then, this is now. Memphis was not alone in its opposition, as was evidenced when the Senate, after taking up the bill on Monday, chose to send it back to the body’s State and Local Committee for reconsideration. The countervailing forces to the bill are mounting, and they are by no means small-time.

They start with Governor Bill Haslam, a former mayor of Knoxville, who had early on made known his misgivings about the bill — which are personal, institutional, and political all at once — and who does in fact have resources, including a veto power, capable of blunting or blocking the current bill. 

The governor is still keeping his own counsel on the matter of a veto, but, having made known his “concerns” about the de-annexation bill last week, made a point of repeating them at some length in remarks to reporters on Monday, acknowledging that other cities — Knoxville, Chattanooga, Kingsport, and (asymmetrically) tiny Cornersville — were also targeted. “As I said before,” he reiterated, “I do have a concern about … the impact on Memphis’ finances.”

Also concerned, and publicly so, was Lieutenant Governor Ron Ramsey, the state Senate speaker, the man whom many see as the ultimate arbiter of hot-button issues in Nashville. Ramsey, too, weighed in against the bill, and, pointedly so, on Monday morning, the very day of reckoning, when the bill was scheduled for the state Senate floor.  
He was opposed to the bill and would vote that way, Ramsey told reporters. He reminded them he had supported the 2014 measure establishing the right of consent for citizens in areas about to be annexed. “We set a line in the sand that from this point forward, anybody that’s annexed has the right to vote on this. But now we’re reaching back to get those that were annexed, legally under the law, by contract.”

The lieutenant governor pointed out that there was already a way for residents to seek de-annexation if the annexing cities “are not fulfilling their plan of services.” The new bill from Carter and Watson was therefore unnecessary, said Ramsey, admitting that he was further annoyed that the bill’s framers had included Kingsport, from his own Senate district, in the bill without his foreknowledge.   

As Ramsey noted, the bill was not statewide in its scope. It was confined to five urban areas whose annexations of adjacent territories were labeled “egregious,” a subjective word of dubious legal application that, on the face of things, makes the proposed legislation subject to charges of unconstitutionality. The bottom line was that the five targeted cities had all operated properly under the law. Whence, then, this allegation of egregiousness?


A little background: The current bill can be seen as an effort to nullify Public Law 1101 of 1998, a legislative action that was hailed in its time as a “great compromise” and that had stood intact until Carter and Watson began trying to dismantle it.

Public Law 1101 was the product of unprecedented compromise and coordinated drafting efforts involving the state’s urban, suburban, and rural interests. It directly followed upon the first major assault upon Memphis’ annexation prerogatives, the so-called “Toy Towns” bill of 1997, soon to be renamed by Memphians as the “City Killer” bill.

Toy Towns was a sleight-of-hand bill moved unobtrusively through the legislature in the 1997 session by longtime Senate Speaker/Lt. Governor John Wilder, whose intent was merely to facilitate an incorporation process for the newly established community of Hickory Withe, whose residents feared possible annexation by any one of several larger towns in Fayette County.

It was a “caption” bill, whose formal description was opaque enough to disguise the fact that it would have established a ridiculously low population threshold, so that the tiny community could incorporate.

To make a long story short, sharp eyes in suburban Shelby County noticed the new incorporation threshold and saw that it could apply universally throughout the state. Whereupon a frenzied race began to incorporate among literally dozens of neighborhoods on the fringe of Memphis that saw a way to avoid ultimate takeover by Memphis.

Then-Mayor Willie Herenton, in perhaps his finest hour, resolved to challenge the Hickory Withe law and fought it all the way to the state Supreme Court, winning there, ultimately, and putting a halt to the proliferation of “toy towns” on the borders of Memphis. It was a defense not only of Memphis but of urbanism itself in Tennessee. The City Killer, a monster which would ultimately have threatened the integrity and strangled the growth potential of every city in the state, had been slain.

It was not a one-sided triumph, however. The sequel was Public Law 1101 the next year, limiting each of the state’s municipalities, including the several in Shelby County, to specific, restricted annexation reserves and establishing an orderly process for all annexations in the future.  

The peace was kept in Shelby County on the suburban front until the school-merger crisis of 2010-13, when, in the wake of a defeated city/county consolidation referendum in the election of 2010, the surrender of the Memphis City Schools charter presented the county’s suburban municipalities with the prospect of automatic school consolidation and a threat to what they saw as a challenge to their integrity. The result was the Norris-Todd bill, which slowed down the merger process and ultimately allowed the suburbs the right to form independent urban school systems of their own.

Then came the Carter-Watson bill of 2014, ensuring the principle of consent for an area about to be annexed. So far, so good. The balance of power between city and suburbs was being kept. Until 2016 and HB0779/SB074.

It surely was a help to opponents of the Carter-Watson bill that eminences such as Haslam and Ramsey could be counted in opposition. But the staving off of the bill in the Senate on Monday also owed much to the lobbying efforts in Nashville of Memphis City Council members, acting in coordination with a delegatgion from the Greater Memphis Area Chamber of Commerce and the Strickland administration.

As Chamber head Phil Trenary said, “We all were aware of each other’s efforts and worked together, talking to as many senators as possible. We were told when we got here that we had a maximum of nine votes in the Senate against passing the bill. We managed to get that up to 19.”

The collective lobbying effort, Trenary said, had essentially been a matter of convincing the legislators that the bill threatened the financial health of Memphis and that what threatened Memphis financially was also menacing to the fiscal and social health of Tennessee at large.

The council members who contributed to Monday’s lobbying effort were Kemp Conrad, Worth Morgan, and Philip Spinosa, all members in good standing of the same military-industrial-chamber-council complex that partisans of the Overton Park Conservancy and the park’s Greensward were uttering not-so-tender things about just two weeks ago, when the council passed a resolution giving Memphis Zoo management control over the Greensward space.

Okay, the military-industrial reference is tongue-in-cheek, but it already seems clear that the city council elected last year — with much support, financial and otherwise, from the city’s business elite — is capable of organizing collective operations a) on behalf of an agenda that the majority perceives as being in the interests of Greater Memphis and b) in opposition to efforts by others that run counter to that agenda.

And dismembering the city and pillaging its revenue base is definitely counter to the Memphis agenda. Mindful, no doubt, of the historic Memphis-Nashville rivalry and of the fact that “Nashville” is used symbolically (as in the headline of this article) of efforts, often confrontational to Memphis, arising from state government, Trenary made a point of noting the helpful efforts behind the scenes of business and government leaders in Nashville in the fight against the de-annexation bill. Members of the Nashville legislative delegation were also active, along with their Memphis counterparts, in resisting the bill.

And the actual mechanism that took the bill off the Senate floor and staved off a floor vote on Monday came on a motion by Senator Ken Yager of Kingston, chairman of the body’s State and Local Committee, who found the version that passed the House last week to be “totally unacceptable … bad law and bad policy.”

Yager based his objections mainly on the bill’s singling out of five cities of the 350 or so municipalities in Tennessee and its use of the hazy term “egregious” to describe annexations by those cities.

After Senate sponsor Watson quarreled with that judgment and after a good deal of ensuing to and fro in debate, the Senate agreed to suspend the rules and refer the bill for reconsideration to Yager’s committee, which scheduled it for a specially called session on Wednesday at noon.

After the Senate vote, Trenary expressed the hope that deliberations on the bill might continue beyond Wednesday, given what he reckoned were a great number of people, not only from Memphis but from elsewhere in Tennessee, who would presumably want to offer testimony relating to the potentially harmful consequences of the de-annexation bill.

The bottom line is that this latest monster to arise out of state government to menace Memphis has been contained but not yet eliminated.

Rep. Curry Todd of Collierville was a leading bill proponent.

Not everyone perceives the de-annexation bill to be a monster, of course. Among the partisans of the bill who spoke for it in the House last week were such suburban Shelby County representatives as Mark White of Germantown and Curry Todd of Collierville, both of whom, like Carter and Watson, see the measure as constituting justified redress for citizens who never got to vote on their annexations. In an exchange with Strickland on the matter during the mayor’s appearance before a lunch of the Shelby County delegation at Tennessee Tower last Wednesday, Todd alluded to purported behind-the-scenes negotiations between representatives of the city and proponents of the bill that would have confined its application to the areas most recently annexed by Memphis: South Cordova and the Windyke-Southwind area.

Senator Yager putting the brakes on de-annexation bill.

In a later Q and A with reporters, Strickland seemed to acknowledge the prior existence of such negotiations. “It was our understanding that the bill would just affect those two areas,” he said, and he went so far as to state, “I would agree to those two if that would resolve the issue.”

Trenary, too, said that re-casting the bill in that form might be one acceptable way out of the current confrontation, although there remains strong sentiment, both within the Memphis legislative contingent and the city council, against any concessions at all on areas already annexed by the city.

In any case, it ain’t over ’til it’s over. And, as of this writing, the issue of the de-annexation bill, though stalled, has not reached the final stage. Matters could be resolved to everybody’s satisfaction. And if not? Beyond what the legislature decides to do is the prospect of a gubernatorial veto, if the bill remains offensive to Haslam — and the near certainty of a long round of litigation.

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Memphis Heat

The furor over the future of the Mid-South Coliseum has been one of Memphis’ defining civic kerfuffles of the decade. Over its five-decade history, it has been the venue for concerts by the likes of Elvis, the Beatles, and David Bowie, as well as Tiger basketball games and graduations. But the thing the Coliseum is the most famous for is not Elvis Recorded Live on Stage in Memphis. It’s wrestling. Throughout the 1970s, the round house was the site of epic weekly battles between the likes of Tojo Yamamoto, Bill Dundee, and the King himself, Jerry Lawler. Their images went out over the airwaves to millions of households all over the South and Midwest and made folk heroes and villains out of an unlikely cast of characters.

In 1974, Sherman Willmott came to Memphis from Connecticut as an impressionable child, only to discover the joys of TV wrestling. “When we moved here, my sister and I had never seen anything like it,” he says. “We watched cartoons, and then afterwards wrestling came on. Our minds were blown. My sister was crying and screaming because George Barnes and Bill Dundee had put Tojo in the ropes, and one of the guys from Australia — Barnes and Dundee were from Australia — was jumping off the top rope of the ring and hitting Tojo with a chair. We couldn’t believe the referee would let this go on.”

From that moment on, Willmott would be a fan of what he calls “soap opera for the working man.” Professional wrestling was already a national phenomenon in the 1970s, and Memphis was the closest thing there was a national capital for the “sport.” “Lawler is particularly talented with ring technique,” Willmott says. “These guys are so good they don’t even look like they’re working an act. That’s what made it so believable.”

Hulk Hogan

In the 1990s, Willmott founded Shangri-La Records, which brought Memphis alternative music into the national spotlight. His Shangri-La Projects label has produced books on Memphis history, many with local author Ron Hall. “After we did the Garage Rock Yearbook, he threw this thing out to me that he was working on a coffee table book on wrestling. I went to his house to check out the pictures he had acquired, and the ephemera and the ads for the book, and it blew my mind. Ron had grown up here in the 1960s in Memphis as a fan of Billy Wicks and Sputnik Monroe and these guys who were before my time here in Memphis. Growing up with wrestling here in Memphis was awesome. It was a fun little book project to do. Ron brought the ’60s feel to the book project, which was a lot different from the ’70s. In the 1970s, they started doing the music and the more outrageous stuff like scaffolding matches, that originated here in Memphis. They would tie people into the ring with chain-link fences and things like that. The book project was just a fun deal, and I thought maybe we should promote it with a documentary to get the word out. I looked around for people to work on the film, and called Chad Schaffler, because I knew he was a filmmaker, and he was working on a Good Luck Dark Star video at the time. I called and asked if he knew anyone who would like to work on a low-budget documentary, and he said ‘Yeah, me!’ It worked out great. Chad took the ball and ran with it. He tracked down a lot of these guys. We didn’t even know who was alive at the time. We had a punch list of people we wanted to interview, and he found most of them. We got the Coliseum opened through the film commission, and interviewed a bunch of them at once. Lawler was one of the guys we interviewed, and he opened up his little book of phone numbers and shared that with Chad. He tracked down a number of these guys in Nashville and North Carolina. Handsome Jimmy Valiant was in West Virginia.”

Released in 2011, Memphis Heat had a successful four-week run at Studio on the Square. “We knew it was a great film, with great subject matter, but we didn’t really know where it would go. We toured it through the South in movie theaters, and that went really good in Memphis, Nashville, and Atlanta. It’s such a huge learning curve to do something like that when you’re starting out with a $5,000 budget documentary. It got the word out. Even if people didn’t get out to see it, it helped build awareness for the film.”

This week, on the fifth anniversary of the film’s opening, Memphis Heat will return for an encore screening at the Malco Paradiso in conjunction with the release of its soundtrack album, produced by Doug Easley and featuring the River City Tanlines. It’s a good chance to get caught up on a unique bit of the city’s history, with a great piece of Memphis filmmaking.

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Fly on the Wall 1413

Build-a-Mule

WTTE-TV Columbus reports that a plan to transport drugs to Memphis was thwarted when a shipping clerk got suspicious and discovered a bottle of liquid codeine inside an adorable teddy bear.

Hair Story

WMC-TV’s investigative story about demonically possessed hair weaves has gone international. Last week The Sun, the UK’s largest daily tabloid, reported a “massive spike” in crimes related to the “beauty business” in Memphis. The Sun excerpted passages from WMC’s original report and quoted a local hairstylist saying “selling hair is like crack.” Which it is because … we give up.

Daily Outrage

Sometimes you tell a bad joke. Sometimes you tell a joke so bad somebody calls the police. Memphis law enforcement is currently investigating Facebook user Jaton Justsilly Jaibabi for posting a picture of two small children with their hands and mouths duct-taped and a caption reading, “Kids for sale, 45% off because they bad.” On one hand, duct-taping your kids up hostage-style is probably never a good idea, even if you’re just trying to score a couple of thumbs ups and maybe a laughy face. On the other, your Pesky Fly is thankful there were fewer people on Facebook when his children were in the larval stage.