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Prayers and Predators

So the pedophile ring wasn’t in a Washington, D.C., pizza parlor basement. It was in a Catholic church. Shocker.

It’s always hard to write about the Catholic Church’s ongoing and ever-resurfacing problems with priests who molest young people in their charge. I have many good friends who are Catholic, and I would never disparage their religious beliefs nor doubt their commitment to living a good and moral life.

That said, this issue of sexually inappropriate behavior by Catholic priests never really goes away. It’s been with the church for centuries — a simmering, permanent crisis that boils into public consciousness with metronomic regularity.

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In recent months, Catholic authorities have launched investigations into sexual misconduct in parishes in Philadelphia, Boston, Nebraska, Washington, D.C., Australia — and has accepted the resignations of six South American bishops. All of these troubling stories are bad enough, but the grand jury report released last week in Pennsylvania takes the church’s recurring scandal to revolting new depths.

The 900-page report reveals that, over the course of 70 years, 300 “predator priests” in six Pennsylvania dioceses molested, abused, and raped more than 1,000 children. That’s 1,000 children. In one state.

The report details how church leaders and bishops covered up the crimes, concealing them from the children’s parents and law-enforcement authorities, and routinely transferring predator priests to unsuspecting parishes where they could re-enact their crimes. One section of the report describes a ring of pedophile priests who marked their child victims with the sign of the crucifix.

This is horror movie stuff. And amplifying the horror is the fact that we know pedophilia causes life-long psychological trauma to its victims — and creates more pedophiles, and more victims. It is, literally, a vicious cycle of pain, anger, and guilt.

Only two priests of the 300 cited in the grand jury report suffered consequences for their actions. The rest either died, the statute of limitations expired, or they were allowed to quietly resign or retire. It’s outrageous, but it’s not surprising. It’s been the church’s response to these things for centuries: Keep it quiet and hope it goes away.

But it won’t; it’s sex-abuser Whack-A-Mole. The church can’t keep up, and it’s too big to change its basic operating structure.

In essence, the Catholic church is an international organization worth billions of dollars — in real estate holdings and with a steady income stream of contributions from its parishioners around the globe. Its hierarchal structure is similar to that of a huge, multinational corporation. For want of a better term, the church’s principal “employees” are its priests, nuns, bishops, and cardinals. When those higher up the corporate food-chain — the bishops, primarily — cover up the sins of their underlings, it creates a corporate culture of permissiveness, an understanding that criminal behavior will be tolerated in order to spare the organization’s reputation. And too often, the bishops themselves have participated in the deviant behavior.

The current Catholic leader, Pope Francis, has been a breath of fresh air, for the most part, and seems to recognize that there are significant flaws in the very structure of his church that interfere with its proscribed goal: to encourage adherents to live a life based upon the teachings of Jesus Christ. But that’s hard to do when some of your employees are doing the devil’s work — creating hell for thousands of young people — and when their bosses are letting them get away with it.

The pope issued a scathing statement this week, condemning the “crime” of priestly sexual abuse and its cover-up. He asked for forgiveness from the victims and urged Catholics to get involved to help abolish the pattern of abuse and cover-up.

“With shame and repentance,” he wrote, “we acknowledge as an ecclesial community that we were not where we should have been, that we did not act in a timely manner, realizing the magnitude and the gravity of the damage done to so many lives. We showed no care for the little ones; we abandoned them.”

Strong words. I’d like to believe they will lead to change, but I’m not optimistic. As long as the church requires its priests and nuns to remain celibate, it will continue to create — and sustain — a culture of sexual repression. Enforced celibacy doesn’t take people closer to God. It makes people more susceptible to guilt and temptation — and deviance of the ugliest kind.

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Blue Citrus Hearts

Fifteen years ago, a little movie wowed audiences at Indie Memphis. Blue Citrus Hearts was Morgan Jon Fox’s coming out party — both as a person and a filmmaker.

When Fox saw André Téchiné’s 1994 film Wild Reeds, it struck a deep chord. “It was the first movie I had ever seen about people my age coming out on screen,” he recalls. “There were no out kids at my school, that I knew of. There were no role models, like there are now, to look up to. There was no reflection of myself in TV or media. So when I finally saw Wild Reeds, it was the first time I saw somebody who reflected myself onscreen, or anywhere around me. It spoke so much truth to me in a private moment, that I felt like this was the most powerful thing, that I could sit down and watch this movie by myself and it would give me so much peace. It was like a huge sigh of relief.”

He wrote Blue Citrus Hearts during his freshman year at the University of Tennessee in Knoxville. “Then I dropped out, because I wanted to go to film school. This film was all that mattered to me. I was 19 at the time.”

Morgan Jon Fox

Fox returned to his hometown and co-founded the Memphis Digital Co-Op, a collective dedicated to using then-new digital video technology to create films for practically no money. “I was all about seeing someone who looked like a bit of a vagabond and pulling an Andy Warhol. Hey, you want to join our group of misfits and spend the next year making a movie?”

He made a series of experimental films until he found his lead actors, Joshua Laurenzi and Paul Foster. “It felt gutsy. I felt nervous while I was doing it. But it felt very empowering. Because there weren’t films like this being made, and examples of young people who were out. You could feel that it was making a difference. It felt very exciting and invigorating.”

With only his partner Suzi Crashcourse (now known as Elyza Touzeau) for crew, Fox shot for more than a year and a half on his days off from Otherlands. “I knew we did not have the money or the equipment to compete with Hollywood. The only real strength we had was story and acting … A tiny crew with a small camera and a boom with a shotgun mic on it really allows for a lot of intimacy. It feels real. Looking back on it, I see scenes that feel rough, but the moments that count work. It feels like you shouldn’t be there.”

Joshua Peter Laurenzi and Paul Foster in Morgan Jon Fox’s debut film, Blue Citrus Hearts.

The most incredible moment in the filming came on top of the abandoned Tennessee Brewery. As Laurenzi and Foster share their first kiss, a meteor lights up the night sky behind them. It was, Fox says, 100 percent real. “At the exact moment at the climax of the movie when these two characters kiss, a shooting star goes over their heads — and into the little pocket between their heads while they’re kissing! If I had been a little higher, a little lower, a little to the left, I would have missed it completely.”

Later, actor Lee Ann Roberts told Fox that the shooting star was a message from his late mother, telling him she approved of his choices. “Whatever it was, it was the most incredible thing I’ll ever capture onscreen. How do you top that?”

The film was the hit of Indie Memphis, taking home the Best Hometowner trophy. Then, it was rejected from 30 festivals, until the Reeling LBGT Film Festival in Chicago chose it as their finale screening, and awarded Fox Best Narrative Feature. It went on to screen at more than 50 film festivals around the world. Blockbuster Video bought 2,000 copies of the DVD and distributed them nationwide. “I probably got a hundred emails from kids in places like Wisconsin and Ohio saying that they watched this movie, and they were in an unsafe home. They were trying to come out, but they couldn’t come out. It was the exact reason I wanted to become a filmmaker, and it was the most rewarding and beautiful thing. I would cry every time I got one of those emails. It helped me understand that I was on the right path.”

On Tuesday, August 28th at Studio on the Square, Indie Memphis will host a 15th anniversary screening of Blue Citrus Hearts, with Fox on hand. “I keep thinking about how naive I was about what I could accomplish. A lot of that is just being young, and having nothing to lose. I was working at Otherlands and living with four friends in a run-down Midtown house. I was biking around Midtown with blue hair. What else are you going to do? If that’s not the time to be making art with unrealistic expectations, thinking you can conquer the world, then when are you ever going to feel that way?”

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TV Talking Heads from Memphis

Most political junkies spend a lot of time watching talk-show television — the Sunday-morning network shows on the major networks, but also the regular feeds from the cable news stations: CNN, MSNBC, and Fox News.

Memphians watching those latter networks may occasionally experience a twinge of deja vu. It is axiomatic, of course, that people you see regularly on television become as familiar to you as your own neighbors. That’s certainly true of the on-air personalities of local television stations. It can be true as well of the aforementioned national television broadcasts, where the face you see on TV may actually be that of a neighbor.

In fact, it is probably impossible for an inveterate channel-surfer of cable news stations to avoid seeing locally resident talking heads Ben Ferguson, Philip Mudd, and Steve Mulroy.

l to r: Ben Ferguson, Philip Mudd, Steve Mulroy

Ferguson, 36, has had the longest on-air career of the three. He began his radio broadcast career at 13 and progressed through stints on various Memphis stations to become a regular presence on TV as well, via Fox News Channel, MSNBC, CNBC, Fox Business, CNN, and CNN Headline News. An inveterate conservative, he is the author of the 2004 book, It’s My America, Too.

Mudd is an author of two books: Inside the Hunt for Al Qa’ida and The Head Game: High Efficiency Analytic Decision-Making and the Art of Solving Complex Problems Quickly. The first of these reflects Mudd’s lengthy career at the Central Intelligence Agency, where he served, post-9/11, as second-in-command of counter-terrorism analysis. The second title is more in keeping with Mudd’s day job as director of enterprise risk at SouthernSun Asset Management in Memphis.

Mudd is a consistent presence at CNN, where he is called upon to discuss the ramifications of spycraft, foreign policy, or any crisis of consequence within the Beltway. It helps that he once served as deputy director of the FBI’s National Security Branch under one Robert Mueller.

Then there’s Mulroy, the University of Memphis law professor who ran for Shelby County mayor in 2014 and served two terms as county commissioner. Like the others, Mulroy doesn’t just talk, he writes. He is the author of a plethora of scholarly articles on the law. His recently completed first book, Rethinking U.S. Election Law, is shortly to be published.
Mulroy appears frequently on local television; nationally, he divides his time between MSNBC, the news network whose liberal attitude toward politics most closely parallels Mulroy’s own, and Fox News. Ironically, Mulroy is probably called upon more often by Fox to discuss matters of law and politics.

“It usually makes little difference,” says Mulroy, explaining that he is generally asked not to advocate but merely to supply a competent analysis of legal issues. He no doubt speaks for his fellow talking heads when he discusses both the excitement and the perils of being summoned to a local broadcast studio, there to be interrogated remotely about important issues before audiences numbering in the millions — often without much advance coaching as to the direction of the questioning.

On MSNBC, recently, Mulroy was asked to explain the background and legal import of the arrest of Maria Valeryevna Butina, a Russian national accused of spying. Butina had just been nabbed, and the details of her work were as yet undisclosed. Mulroy, caught cold by the question, managed to do a creditable job of reading between the lines, but the moment was typical of the high-wire act a TV talking head can sometimes encounter.

Still, Mulroy says, “I like it because it provides a national profile for the University.” And? “Sure, it’s personally gratifying.”

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MPD Surveillance of Law-abiding Activists is a Bridge Too Far

As we go to press, the ACLU’s lawsuit has begun against the city of Memphis for allegedly breaking a 1978 consent decree forbidding it to engage in “political intelligence” against local activists.

Scratch “allegedly.” The presiding jurist, U.S. District Judge Jon McCalla, has already declared the city to be in violation of the decree, but has allowed the lawsuit to go forward to determine the legal standing of the ACLU as a plaintiff organization, to assess the need for sanctions, and presumably for other undisclosed reasons.

Surely one of those reasons is the simple one, of exposure — notaby, of the undercover methods used by the Memphis Police Department, especially of its disingenuously named “homeland security” unit.

Except for the president and his diehard base, most Americans are at least somewhat familiar with the now-verified activities of Russian hackers and provocateurs during the presidential campaign of 2016, and of their unscrupulous exploitation of social media platforms such as Facebook and Twitter to misdirect and agitate and stir up controversy — as well as simply to confuse and entrap people involved in perfectly legal political activity.

Well, Guccifer 2.0 and his Russian comrades had nothing on ol’ “Bob Smith” of Memphis, who until just a month or so ago, when, pre-trial, he packed up his social media accounts, could disorient and dissemble with the best of them online.

As ACLU lawyer Mandy Strickland Floyd revealed with her patient questioning of Smith (or the man who pretended to be Smith, Sgt. Timothy Reynolds of the MPD), he not only dabbled in the black arts of online spy-craft, he did so often by pretending to be a “person of color,” sympathetic with the declared aims of whatever left-of-center activist group he was targeting. Or right-of-center, to be fair.

Beginning his career as a law-enforcement troll in 2008, “Smith” was an equal-opportunity deceiver. He could, if circumstances seemed to warrant it, ingratiate himself by insinuating sympathy for the desecrated fame of Nathan Bedford Forrest in an early stage of the local statue controversy, morphing into an advocate for statue removal as he Facebook-friended Take ‘Em Down activists like Paul Garner and newly elected County Commissioner Tami Sawyer and followed the likes of Thaddeus Matthews, or by posing as a Bernie man as he heaped abuse in late 2015 on “Killary,” or by complaining in a public post about the cost of entitlements as he nosed under the tent of Tea Partiers.

Reynolds and his cohorts in and out of law enforcement conducted ample surveillance as well, infiltrating and otherwise keeping tabs on activist groups of all kinds — from Save the Greensward to a North Memphis Voter Registration meeting to anything connected with Black Lives Matter.

The time of the bridge seizure in mid-July 2016 was a busy time for the homeland security unit and other MPD adjuncts, all of whom saw a threat necessitating keeping close watch over bodies of people, whether large or small, whether meeting in public or on private property.

   Judge McCalla will have to decide the proper adjudication for all this official vigilance. We don’t envy him, but routine police surveillance of law-abiding civil activists is a bridge that shouldn’t be crossed.

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Toxic Battles: The Fight for Environmental Justice in Memphis

More than 30 years ago, the seemingly race-neutral world of ecological activism was redefined by a new category of oppression: environmental racism. The fact that hazardous refineries, incinerators, landfills, and toxic factories tended to be located not only in poor neighborhoods, but in poor minority neighborhoods was surprising to exactly no one. But simply naming the phenomenon had a clarifying effect. It captured the unprecedented alliances between civil rights, religious, and environmental groups that were springing up in places like majority African-American Warren County, North Carolina, where residents protested a toxic landfill in 1982.

A wide-ranging study by the U.S. General Accounting Office further exposed the racism that informed the siting of such toxic areas throughout the United States. And in 1990, sociologist Robert Bullard’s Dumping in Dixie further clarified the argument: Environmental racism was real.

Three decades on, how has our understanding of the phenomenon evolved here in Memphis, where poverty and racial discrimination have always gone hand in hand? Locating toxic dumps in the South was always a case of environmental racism writ large, and Memphis has borne its share of it. In fact, in terms of resistance and civil rights, the sanitation workers’ strike of 1968, with the many environmental and health concerns it raised, is seen by many as the founding battle against environmental racism.

By the 1990s, redubbed as the Environmental Justice (EJ) movement, activism around the topic gained steam. The Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) formed an Office of Environmental Justice (OEJ). President Clinton signed Executive Order 12898 in 1994, which explicitly tied the work of the EPA to civil rights law. Today, despite the Trump administration’s attempts to hobble the EPA and the OEJ, that executive order still stands, and the work of many dedicated career EPA professionals goes on. At least, for now.

Doris Bradshaw and Frank Johnson at a playground adjacent to a drainage ditch from the old Defense Depot. Despite official reassurances, they still feel sure the area’s unsafe.

Depot Madness

In Memphis, as it happened, the new environmental justice struggle was taken up almost immediately. It was fueled in 1992 by the EPA’s designation of the Department of Defense Depot on Airways Boulevard as a Superfund site — a tag reserved for the most heavily polluted locations in the country. The 632-acre area had been the military’s go-to dumping ground for all manner of chemical weapons and other toxic materials since the 1940s. But the EPA’s targeting of the depot as a priority for remediation and cleanup was the beginning, not the end, of community activism there. And it’s indicative of how the environmental justice movement as a whole has progressed in the Bluff City.

Doris Bradshaw has spent nearly all her life near the Defense Depot, and she still lives on Mallory Avenue, nearby, where her grandmother lived for decades before her.

“In 1994, there was a letter that came to everybody in this area,” she recalls. “My grandmother, she practically had a farm here. She was eating off her land in the back. We don’t do that anymore.” The letter, and official recognition of the dangers posed by the depot, was unexpectedly relevant to her grandmother when, only a few months later, Bradshaw says, “We found out she had cancer.”

Doris Bradshaw in her home near the Memphis Depot.

Her grandmother’s subsequent death spurred her into a pursuit of activism that has continued to this day, much of it fueled by her personal experiences with family and neighbors battling cancer and other ailments. Despite the federal actions to mitigate the depot’s contamination, locals’ interactions with the EPA and other agencies have been marked by a disconnect between official reassurances on one hand and the deaths of loved ones all around them on the other. The measured tones of agency reports bear little relation to the life and death experiences of community members in the depot’s backyard.

“I got this book from the Agency for Toxic Substances and Disease Registry (ATSDR), who had done an assessment of our community,” Bradshaw says. “It said, ‘these drainage ditches may be contaminated.’ Everything was ‘may be,’ ‘could be.’ I asked them, when they were digging the bombs up, how it would affect our community. ‘Oh, y’all will be okay,’ they said. ‘If something happens, put wet towels around your door, and cut off your air conditioning.'”

Bradshaw and Frank Johnson, another native of the neighborhood, aren’t buying those reassurances. They rattle off the many ways their friends and family have died.

Frank Johnson

Johnson says, “My mother developed an agressive brain cancer in 1998. My oldest sister is recovering from the same brain cancer now. And as soon as my middle sister moved back here a couple years ago, her doctor told her, ‘You’ve got some aggressive tumors in your uterus.’ They had to take everything out. This was last year. My neighbor, Jasmine, same age as me, they took the same tumors out of her four years ago. My neighbors, the Taylors, twin daughters, one of the twins developed this rare bone cancer. Next house, the Smiths: four different types of cancer. And this is just on my street.”

The Department of Defense followed through on the cleanup mandated in the 1990s. Heated rods were buried in the ground to encourage chemicals to off-gas; caches of mustard gas bombs were dug up and hauled away; buildings were demolished. Now it is the Memphis Depot Industrial Park, and it hosts a large Barnhart facility. Earlier this year, a real estate partnership bought the land for $50 million. On the surface, all is well, it would seem. The residents’ experiences are merely anecdotal — difficult for any governmental agency to address, except with more studies. As Bradshaw describes it: “They say, ‘well, have you done a study?’ No! The study is already done! Look at all the people that are dead! Our life is the study.”

And so Bradshaw, now 63, soldiers on, an activist with a cause that gets harder to define. The depot site was closed in 1997 and declared “Ready for Anticipated Use” in 2010. But with decades worth of toxins lodged in nearby residents’ bodies, deaths and infirmities may go on.

The former site of the Velsicol plant, closed in 2012 and still undergoing cleanup.

Even so, Bradshaw feels she has accomplished much. “I feel good about the education of people. I don’t have to go tell people, ‘Now, don’t put no garden out there.’ I don’t have to tell them, ‘Don’t let your children go play in the ditches.’ They finally got it. Some of them had to wait until something happened to them before they believed it, but they did get it. We’re getting there, but we’re still not where we’re supposed to be.”

Had Your Fill of Landfills?

In one sense, Bradshaw’s activism created a living legacy: her daughter Marquita, who grew up in the depot’s shadow. As she began her college years in the early 2000s, Marquita founded the group Youth Terminating Pollution, cutting her teeth on campaigns to raise awareness about the depot’s legacy. “The pollutants were impacting the reproductive systems of teenagers. You had 13-year-olds with ovarian cancer and 17-year-olds with prostate cancer,” she says. “The rate of reproductive cancers around the depot area was outpacing the national average. And that’s when I really got involved.”

Whitney Achievement Elementary School in Frayser, and the adjacent land that was slated to become an 80 foot landfill for Memphis Wrecking Company.

That experience left her well-versed in the scientific and legal jargon one needs to mount a successful resistance to environmental threats. And lately, that’s come in handy with an issue that’s old hat to environmental justice warriors: landfills.

As Marquita Bradshaw explains, “The depot was a landfill. It was a chemical and biological warfare landfill. We’re still educating people about the dangers of that, but also how unsustainable all landfills are, period.”

Landfills brought environmental racism to the national news this spring, when the EPA rejected claims by residents of Uniontown, Alabama (90 percent African-American) that the siting of a landfill near their town was a violation of the Civil Rights Act. Scott Banbury, who works with the Tennessee chapter of the Sierra Club, points out that “Uniontown is where they sent all of the coal ash that had to be removed from the Clinch River after the Kingston Coal Ash Disaster. That’s going to be a huge issue here in Memphis, because the Tennessee Valley Authority wants to dig up their coal ash ponds here and haul them to a landfill somewhere — either the South Shelby Landfill or the North Shelby Landfill.”

Darnell Landers

Marquita Bradshaw

Look for disputes over that in the future. But while the toxicity of coal ash dust from such sites is undisputed, landfills of a different provenance have already figured heavily in local news this year.

In January, environmental justice activists from Frayser brought the proposed expansion of a construction and demolition landfill to a grinding halt. As community organizer and Girls, Inc. CEO Lisa Moore describes it: “The Memphis Wrecking Company (MWC) had purchased over 30 acres, but in order to do what they wanted — the landfill — it had to be rezoned. We fought the rezoning, so they could not expand their landfill operations on a property adjacent to an elementary school and across the street from the Girls, Inc. Youth Farm.”

Unlike MWC’s previous landfill, the new one would have been 80 feet in elevation. Despite claims that construction and demolition waste was not toxic, citizens were resolute in their resistance to having the landfill built near a school.

Activists note that Cane Creek is fed by 21 separate streams from the Memphis Depot area. In some areas, they’ve succeeded in having fences put up to keep children out.

The struggle was years in the making. “It never really made it all the way through the Land Use Control Board for the first two and a half years,” says Moore. “They’d get 100 percent pushback from the obligatory public meetings, from community members that would show up in force, and they’d pull their application. Then they’d try to ‘incentivize’ us to come on their side. Girls, Inc. was sent a donation, so I sent it back. Whitfield Elementary School was promised field trips for everyone. They declined that. Others received little ‘Gee, we can help you with this’ types of incentives. And everyone declined.”

Though MWC contributes heavily to the election funds of seven city council members, councilman Martavius Jones, though not from Frayser, took up the citizens’ cause. Lacking approval by the Land Use Control Board, the city council voted unanimously against it as well. Moves by MWC to put the landfill in Hickory Hill were immediately resisted by citizens there, who received support from the Frayser activists. In any case, it became a moot point when the city council declared a six-month moratorium on all landfill proposals.

With that moratorium now passed, landfill fights are heating up once again. Last Tuesday, the city council agenda included consideration of a proposal by Blaylock & Brown Construction of Collierville to establish two of its own construction and demolition landfills, one near the Wolf River on Shelby Oaks, and one on Holmes Road, near Longstreet United Methodist Church. The latter, however, was near the residence of one Marquita Bradshaw.

The Cane Creek drainage ditch carries Depot runoff directly through the grounds of Hamilton High School.

Longstreet Methodist’s Pastor Tondala Hayward brought Bradshaw on board for the fight, and she brought her activist savvy to the table.

“I was like, look, don’t meet with these people alone,” she says. “We should all go together as a community to see what they’re talking about. And that way you maintain your credibility and you’ll have witnesses. The church members were strongly against the landfill, because kids worship and play there. And it’s also just a viable community. Why would you want a landfill in the middle of the city?”

Local resistance was cinched when the church activists made a surprise visit to Blaylock & Brown’s existing landfill in Collierville. “You could actually see what was considered non-destructible waste,” recalls Bradshaw. “It was textiles, it was plastic, it was foam, it was different kinds of particle board, and pretty much anything that they couldn’t sell off. There was a stream close by, and that’s when a lot of lightbulbs went off and we went ‘Hey, our site has wetlands, too.’ This stuff, even with it being crushed up really, really tiny, is toxic. It’s not good for the natural water filtration process, the way streams and wetlands all connect together and recharge the aquifers. It was just unacceptable.”

Seeing that opposition was imminent, last week, the city council postponed the question of approving Blaylock & Brown’s application until August 28th. And, as she has been since her days living near the Defense Depot, Marquita Bradshaw is ready.

Bringing it All Back Home

Landfills and dumps can be the most obvious assaults on a community, as a stretch of open land becomes a veritable ground zero for pollutants. Industrial sites, like those left behind by local corporations such as Firestone or Velsicol, do the same with their legacy of brownfields. But lately, as the environmental justice movement evolves, it’s taking on new, more subtle fronts, as well.

Take the current work, just launching, to address the issue of substandard housing in Memphis. It’s telling that the Healthy Homes Partnership originated with Le Bonheur Children’s Hospital and a mutual concern for children’s health. As grant development coordinator Cathy Marcinko recalls, “We had an asthma program, and right from the very start we knew that housing was a factor, so we wanted to work with the county and city healthy homes programs.”

As Banbury notes, “The biggest environmental justice issue now is substandard housing. Mold or old plumbing that is exposing [residents] to lead, or other things like termites or beetles chewing on wood and other precursors to asthma. Memphis consistently is either number one or number two as an asthma capital in the country. And then homes that need weatherization lead to outrageous energy burdens in low-income communities.”

Marcinko adds: “The National Center for Healthy Housing ranks metro areas in terms of the health of their housing. And the Memphis metro area is dead last, out of 40 or 50 cities. That’s the kernel of the environmental justice issue: People don’t have a choice. They can’t choose better housing to live in because there’s not enough affordable quality housing, and yet what they’re living in is making them sick, in many cases. Or poisoning their children in the most serious of cases. That’s the tragedy of it.”

In response, Marcinko helped spearhead a new approach: “Le Bonheur secured the original funding, and then the city made a commitment of funding as well, a three-year commitment of funding from the Department of Housing & Community Development, under Paul Young,” she says. “And then we also received assistance from United Way.” And a nonprofit known as Green & Healthy Homes Initiative, with nationwide experience on the issue, offered services.

One aspect of the program, still in its early stages, is to take a more holistic approach to subpar housing. Marcinko explains: “We’re trying to get programs to work together on individual housing units, where the family or the occupants are eligible for multiple programs. For example, you may have a senior who has an older home, and there’s a grandchild, living in the home who’s been lead-poisoned. So the family might qualify for the lead-hazard prevention program for the child, but there also may need to be weatherization done in the home. And the senior may be eligible for weatherization assistance through MLGW or some other program. So there are ways you can blend that funding together. We’re working on trying to find out how to do that. It’s easier said than done.”

Many of the points of struggle for environmental justice are no-brainers, and that continues to serve in recruiting new activists. As Marquita Bradshaw says, “Why would you want a landfill in the middle of the city?” But why would you put a military waste depot in a residential area, for that matter? Why wouldn’t you coordinate all the services available to make homes healthier in multiple ways? The answers seem obvious, but, as always, it’s easier said than done.

Marquita Bradshaw says the holistic approach is really at the heart of the movement today. “Environmental justice is what a person needs to interact with the physical environment, the political environment, the health-care environment, and the educational environment — to be an individual, so they can thrive. These things are intertwined. Because a whole person needs housing, a whole person needs access to food, environmental integrity, and health. It is a human-rights movement. Environmental justice is human rights.”

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Ostrander Awards

Memphis’ theater community comes together every year on the last Sunday in August to salute the best of the previous season, honor lifetime achievement, and remember lost colleagues. The Ostranders are both a traditional awards show, honoring the finest examples of local community and college theater, and an enormous family reunion. It’s also an opportunity for theater fans to see all their favorite performers in one place and sample musical performances from all the nominated shows.

This season’s nominees for best musical are Theatre Memphis’ productions of The Drowsy Chaperone, Shrek, and Falsettos, pitted against Playhouse on the Square’s productions of Fun Home, Once, and Dreamgirls. It was an exceptional year for musical theater in Memphis, and regardless of who goes home with the Ostrander, this year’s winner will almost certainly be the audience.

The nominations for best production of a play are more inclusive, with one nod going to All Saints in the Old Colony, a world premiere produced by Playhouse on the Square as part of its POTS@TheWorks series. Other nominees include New Moon’s Eurydice, Ruined at Hattiloo, and A Perfect Arrangement at Circuit Playhouse.

Tony Isbell is this year’s Eugart Yerian honoree for lifetime achievement in Memphis theater. Isbell is an award-winning actor, director, and producer. He’s worked onstage or behind the scenes on most of Memphis’ main stages, and with many of its indie companies. Working with friend and fellow performer Adam Remsen, Isbell co-founded Quark Theatre Company to produce theater he’s described as being, “small and essential.” Quark was conceived in 2016, following what was to be a one-off performance of Krapp’s Last Tape at TheatreSouth. The company has since staged notable productions of Blackbird, Years to the Day, and The Nether.

The often elegant, occasionally irreverent, sometimes rowdy, and always inspiring Ostrander Awards were created by Memphis magazine and ArtsMemphis. They will be presented at The Orpheum Theatre, Sunday, August 26th. Mingling starts at 6 p.m.

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Bluff City Liars present WWW Dot Dot Dot

The Bluff City Liars, a long-form improv comedy troupe in Memphis, plan to take their funny business online. No, that’s not a recycled lead from 1994, it’s a birth announcement. With WWW Dot Dot Dot, the Liars will take cues from both their audience and the internet, spinning improvisational comedy out of panel discussion.

Benny Frederick wants everybody to know he’s only a spokesman. WWW Dot Dot Dot was a team effort. Frederick, the stand-up comic and host who used to work under the stage name Benny Elbows, says he and his fellow Liars have been developing their new internet-inspired concept for months. “We’re going to be creating hopefully humorous scenes based on the internet,” he says. “Specifically sites we’re all familiar with. Things like Google searches or Instagram hashtags.

“I’m really hoping somebody gives us an OKCupid profile to inspire us,” Frederick adds.

Dating profiles are an endless source of comedy, as anybody who scrolls through their funnier friends’ social media feeds already know. But if nobody swipes right, the Liars are also prepared to work with the most fundamental element of internet-based comedy: the Google search.

“We ask the audience to give us three random words and we’ll put that into Google and look at the results,” Frederick says. “If something inspires, we go into the scene and act it out on the spot.”

WWW Dot Dot Dot won’t be available on the internet. To play along, you have to attend. “This is all in front of a live audience. We will not be broadcasting, although that’s an interesting idea,” Frederick says. “Maybe in the future.”

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News The Fly-By

Fly on the Wall 1539

Criminal Record I

Raymond Preslar told a security guard at the Cordova Superlo last week that he couldn’t breathe and needed emergency help from 911.

According to WREG’s report, “When first responders got there, he admitted he just wanted a cigarette.” Preslar, described as having a history of 911 misuse, was summarily arrested.

Dammit, Gannett

The Gannett-owned Commercial Appeal socked it to grieving Aretha Franklin fans this week. The paper said the soul queen’s South Memphis birth-home was in Orange Mound.

Criminal Record II

Following an extended (get it?) period of relative quiet on the stolen hair front, Memphis weave thieves are back with a vengeance.

According to various reports, hair-burglars broke into Beauty Zone Wigs last week and made off with $20,000-worth of weaves in less than four minutes.

TCBlasphemy!

During a show at Graceland last week, the crowd gasped audibly when one of Darlene Love’s back up singers introduced “The Letter” — a hit for Memphis’ Alex Chilton and The Boxtops — as a Joe Cocker song.

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Food & Wine Food & Drink

The return of Edible Memphis.

There was one thing Bill Ganus promised himself for 2018: no new projects. But … an opportunity arose that he couldn’t pass up. “I had the chance to tell important stories about connecting people with food systems,” he says. The conduit for those stories was Edible Memphis, which was shut down a year ago by founder Melissa Petersen after 10 years in print.

Ganus, who is partner in such businesses as Flow Cryotherapy and the Rec Room, admits he has no background in media, but he plans to call upon his skills in leveraging and team-building. For the team, he recruited as his editor in chief Brian Halweil of Edible Manhattan and Edible Brooklyn. Halweil will work on Edible Memphis from New York.

“I’m ready to see potential Edible ideas, community-building ideas, in another area,” says Halweil. He sees a bit of Brooklyn in Memphis. But it’s a Brooklyn that no longer exists. He sees it in the breweries and coffee shops, in the logos. He finds the city’s energy exciting.

Justin Fox Burks

Bill Ganus (left) and Stacey Greenberg

Another key member is Stacey Greenberg, who will act as managing editor. “She lives and breathes Memphis food,” Ganus says, pointing out that Greenberg is about as an authentic foodie as they come. “Memphians demand authenticity,” he says.

“My vision for the magazine is that it really represents Memphis. All of Memphis,” says Greenberg. “I’ve tried really hard to find a variety of writers and photographers to help us create something special. I reached out to the MABJ [Memphis Association of Black Journalists] and the internet at large to find some new voices, and I’m really excited with who I found. They’re people I’d love to get all in one room someday — until then the magazine is that room.”

Petersen, for her part, says giving the keys to Ganus made sense to her. “We had several people who were interested in taking over the magazine, but several were only interested in one or two pieces of the process. There are not-as-fun parts of creating a magazine — selling ads, doing the bookkeeping, delivering hundreds of boxes in July — but they have to be done,” she says. “Bill Ganus really did the legwork to come up with a plan for the entire process. And he’s assembled a team of people to share the work and grow things exponentially.”

Part of that growth is upping Edible Memphis‘ online game — create a usable website and posting on Instagram and other social media. What was never in consideration, however, was to make Edible Memphis online only. Ganus says that there is no substitute for opening a magazine, turning the pages, and seeing a beautiful spread of food photography. “It works best in paper,” he says.

Another part of the plan is to introduce up to five food festivals to complement Memphis’ lineup of other food festivals.

Edible Memphis will be on a quarterly release schedule, and Halweil imagines profiling local farmers and highlighting locally made products. They will not do restaurant reviews. They will not break news. He defines the editorial approach as akin to boosterism. “It will be celebratory and educational, a little bit rah-rah,” he says.

Ganus sees Edible Memphis as an invaluable source to Memphians who care about food. (We all care.) He says, “Edible Memphis will be the go-to local outlet for food and agriculture-related news. I’m committed to doing it well.”

Edible Memphis will relaunch in early November.

One byline you can expect to see in the new Edible Memphis is that of Justin Fox Burks and Amy Lawrence, aka the Chubby Vegetarian. Burks and Lawrence are the author of two cookbooks. They’ve cooked at the James Beard House and contributed their vegetarian recipes to several local restaurants.

Amy Lawrence and Justin Fox Burks, aka the Chubby Vegetarian

Their latest venture is a partnership with PeachDish, a meal kit delivery service.

According to Burks, PeachDish followed them on Instagram and became fans of the Chubby Vegetarian. Amy reached out to them and suggested a collaboration.

PeachDish suggested they veganize their recipe for Fried Green Tomatoes Po’boy with their Cold Oven Sweet Potato Fries.

Fried Green Tomatoes Po’boy

Burks says what sets PeachDish apart from other meal-kit services is their commitment to use only local produce. The company also keeps packaging waste to minimum.

Ultimately, Burks says, he’s for anything that gets people in the kitchen and cooking.

The Chubby Vegetarian meal kit will be available September 10th, peachdish.com.

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Book Features Books

Christine Dalcher’s Vox

Sixteen-thousand words. That’s how many words, on average, most people speak in a day. Sixteen-thousand chances to say “I love you,” “I’m sorry,” or “Make your own damn sandwich.” Language, the ability to express oneself, is agency. So what do we become when language, our most human of characteristics, is taken away?

Such are the questions posed by the linguist and author Christine Dalcher, whose first novel, Vox (Penguin Random House), is set in a near-future America governed by the few for the few. In Vox‘s America, women have lost most of their rights. They can’t vote or carry passports, and they can speak no more than 100 words a day. All American women and girls have been fitted with a counter worn around the wrist, not unlike a Fitbit, that keeps track of the words they speak in a day. The counter resets at midnight. And if a woman uses more than her allotted 100 words, the counter administers a small electric shock. If she continues to speak, the shocks intensify.

The new measures were put into play as a part of the “Pure Movement,” a religious movement that advocates a return to a time when the country was “untroubled” by the political and social turmoil of recent years. That such a reading of history is dramatically flawed doesn’t stop the Pure Movement from gaining followers, primarily from the middle section of the country, mostly from people who feel overlooked and forgotten by an increasingly globalized economy and diversified workforce.

The narrative follows Dr. Jean McClellan, a scientist who was working on a cure for fluent aphasia, a condition leading to the deterioration of the speech centers in the brain. That is, she used to be called “Dr.” and she used to be working on a cure for fluent aphasia. She used to have her own lab. But that was before Reverend Carl Corbin and his Pure Movement began to gain ground. Before Corbin gave his blessing to presidential hopeful Sam Meyers, who won the presidency. Now Jean spends time at home, trying to occupy a mind used to wrestling with complex chemical equations. Now she doesn’t speak during the day, just turns over her thoughts, trying to dull the edge of her worry about her family. How can she teach her daughter to be strong and independent when she must also teach her to be silent at all costs? How can she teach her son fairness in a country that has chosen to hobble half its population?

That moral dilemma is at the center of Vox. It’s clear that, though the Pure Movement is buttressed by return-to-morals rhetoric, the movement is eroding whatever morality there is left in the country. Neighbors spy on neighbors, like something out of a Red Scare-era sci-fi flick. And Jean’s son, Steven, is being steadily seduced by the movement. What worries Jean even more, though, is her daughter Sonia, who hasn’t spoken in days and is proud to be a frontrunner in a Silent Game competition among the girls at her elementary school.

Patrick, Jean’s husband, is little help. He works in government, in D.C., and he’s got his hands full trying to scale back the extremity of new legislation. Alone in a bubble of silence, Jean thinks back to her undergraduate years, when she would decline her friend Jackie Juarez’s attempts to drag her to protests, when she first gave up her voice by choosing not to use it. Jackie warned Jean that history has a way of repeating itself — especially when your nose is buried too deeply in your own business to smell change on the wind.

And things may change, for the worse or the better, when President Meyers’ brother and trusted advisor takes a brutal fall while skiing, fracturing his skull and hurting his brain. Jean is offered a chance to get the counter off her wrist — and her daughter’s — if she will finish her work on her aphasia cure. Jean is torn, unsure whether the good she might do Sonia justifies any help she could give to a legitimately evil regime.

With a dash of Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale and a pinch of Ira Levin’s The Stepford Wives, Vox sits well among the ranks of feminist speculative fiction. It’s a literary contemplation of an America hijacked by fundamentalists who want to turn back the clock by 60 years. More than anything, Vox is a novel about the price of staying silent.