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2003 FREEDOM AWARDS

HONOREES: Recipients of the 2003 Freedom Awards presented by the National Civil Rights Museum were former President Bill Clinton and Memphis civil rights legend Maxine Smith. They and U.S. Rep. Harold Ford (left), emcee for a Tuesday afternoon public forum at the Temple of the Deliverance, stood at attention for a singing of the Star Spangled Banner. The afternoon event was followed by an evening awards banquet at The Peabody.

At both events, Clinton made a point of saying, “I hope I live long enough to vote for Harold Ford.” (The African-American congressman, who is eying a Senate run in 2006, has been widely touted as a likely future candidate for national office.)

Ford reciprocated at the afternoon event, calling Clinton “great” and, presumably on behalf of the large contingent of fellow African Americans on hand, saying, “He’s our president, and, as much as I love our president now, I sure do miss those visits to the Oval Office!”

Both men praised Smith, the former head of the Memphis-area NAACP and a longtime member of the city’s school board, for her contributions to the cause of civil rights.

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2003 FREEDOM AWARDS

HONOREES: Recipients of the 2003 Freedom Awards presented by the National Civil Rights Museum were former President Bill Clinton and Memphis civil rights legend Maxine Smith. They and U.S. Rep. Harold Ford (left), emcee for a Tuesday afternoon public forum at Church of the Deliverance, stood at attention for a singing of the Star Spangled Banner. The afternoon event was followed by an evening awards banquet at The Peabody.

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ARKANISTAN

During this “war year” (as President Bush termed 2003) or “Year of the Blues” (according to Congress), I made the transition from Arkansas to Memphis, with positive results and much gratitude. With the exception of the Windstorm, when everyone lived like refugees for a week, Memphis bears little resemblance to Little Rock. Little Rock, after all, did sell its soul when politics replaced humanity at the outset of the Culture War.

(The Culture War is vaguely similar to Asa Hutchinson’s revamp of the continual War On Drugs but more insidiously effective and corporate. Its frontlines abut radio, television, and print media and its methods include blacklisting and mergers. Casualties of the Culture War range from Dance Party enthusiasts to widowed mothers to the family farm. Arkansas is a battleground in the Culture War, as anybody who’s lived there can tell you.)

When the War in Afghanistan started, folks in Arkansas became aware that Little Rock and Kabul are parallel if one looks on a globe. You can trace your finger around until, BOOM! You’re in Afghanistan. Or, you could wait until the hottest day of summer and just drive through Helena. The poverty level is comparable, especially considering that a recent study reported in the Arkansas Times found that Arkansas ranks first in the nation for the most families living in poverty. Afghanistan ranks first in the world for infant mortality, two years after being “liberated” by the United States.

Arkanistan: It’s what you get when you combine Arkansas and Afghanistan. A few feudal lords and the rest scraping by in the dirt (Walton; Tyson; Stephens; Rockefeller; Karzai –) while a religious fanatic-turned-politician sucks the people dry (the Huckabee family & cronies; Karzai –), and let’s not forget the little girls getting raped and forced to marry older men who may or may not be distant cousins.

According to a just-released Amnesty International survey reported in the Associated Press, oppression is still a way of life for the women and girls of Afghanistan: Illiteracy, police-enforced random virginity tests, and the aforementioned atrocities remain the norm, not the exception. Burkas rule. Slavery persists years after a forgotten war that was swallowed up by the rockets’ red glare and ensuing (déjâ vu) chaos in Iraq.

But despair is not an option, as most women know. Broad generalizations notwithstanding, it is past time for broads to make generalizations. According to Tacitus, “The Truth Against The World” was the battle cry of warrior Queen Boadicea of the Icenii tribe, a people renowned for their advanced culture. The scorched-earth policy pioneered by the Roman Imperialists against the Celtic tribes of Europe and Great Britain is recurring today in Afghanistan and Iraq. “They make a desert and call it peace,” lamented Tacitus — of his own people, no less. Today’s American journalist, writer, poet, artist, archivist, follows in the steps of Roman historians by recording the hypocrisy, waste, loss of Truth, and degradation of Beauty in time of War.

George Bush’s friend Don Evans, the Commerce Secretary, spoke recently to Wolf Blitzer about progress in the War in Iraq. Mr. Evans touted the new Iraqi dinar, gushing about the fact that there’s a woman depicted on the money rather than the face of Saddam Hussein. Such an irony is lost in a floodtide of distraction (see Culture War, above) that in no way obscures the light of truth: Civilizations “rotting at the peak,” as Yeats observed, may overreach even their own hubris. Women– even the children — of Arkanistan, those whose humble lives are parallel in terms of poverty and oppression, understand hypocrisy perfectly.

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Up In Smoke

How much is 1.1 million cubic yards of “waste”? Twenty-two thousand truckloads, ac-cording to The Commercial Appeal. That’s how much wood lay in the streets of Memphis after the Windstorm of Aught-Three. It was a case of ashes to ashes — the city of Memphis burned those fallen trees. Urban foresters, however, say there are alternatives.

“It’s cheaper to burn it; the ash goes to the landfill and it saves landfill space,” explains Jerry Collins of Memphis’ Public Works department. “If it was profitable for us to take it to the pulp mills, we’d do it,” he adds, noting that there were far more large trees that came down this time compared to the Ice Storm of ’94.

Still, the vast majority of what got hauled off was limbs, Collins says, adding, “It’s more expensive to chip and haul than to burn.” Any estimation of the effect of such a large-scale burn on Shelby County’s precarious air-quality would be hazy, at best.

Scott Banbury, a Memphian who acquired his own saw to mill fallen urban trees — furniture-quality saw-timber — says that a special permit was needed for the unprecedented amount of wood that was burned.

“We offered to come out to Overton Park for free to help remove the biggest fallen logs,” says Banbury, “but they turned us down, citing liability concerns.” Memphis’ urban forester, Chris Latt, has been with the Parks and Recreation department for a year and a half and says that any contractor must carry a hefty ($1 million) insurance package in order to work on city property. A year ago, Latt tried working with a local contractor to remove some ancient trees on city parkland.

“It didn’t work very well,” he says. “They ended up damaging other trees and left branches and brush for the Parks and Rec to clean up.” Acknowledging that “we don’t like to waste wood,” Latt points out that all city departments are facing the same budget crunch, and “getting the city up and running again” after weather-related disasters is simply a higher priority than planning what to do with a sudden influx of lumber. “We’re still trying to develop a good forestry plan for our parks,” he explains.

Other cities across the nation have successfully adopted a waste-not, want-not approach to urban timber. The U.S. Department of Agriculture maintains a Web site, “Utilizing Municipal Trees,” that details alternatives to burning and land-filling city trees. From cut-to-length firewood and mulch sales to competitive bidding for sawlogs and veneer-quality trees, fallen city trees are a resource.

After Wausau, Wisconsin, suffered windstorms in 1997 and ’98, the many downed trees were marketed as pulpwood and sawlogs, returning a total of $78,000 to the city coffers. This is small change compared to the $9 million spent cleaning up storm debris in Memphis; nevertheless, it’s “the logical thing to do,” according to Wausau’s urban forester, Blaine Peterson.

“It makes environmental as well as economic sense to utilize as much wood as possible from our city and county park system,” Peterson maintains. Trees that are milled are used for everything from flooring in community centers to gazebos in parks.

Urban forester Cindy McCall of Lompoc, California, says, “Trees from urban forests should never be landfilled. They’re too valuable to be wasted.” Using a portable sawmill on loan from the state, McCall diverted valuable wood from the chipper and saved the city $40,000. She milled high-quality hardwoods into benches and picnic tables. For a donation, citizens could memorialize park benches with the name of an honoree engraved into the wood.

These are just a few of the creative ways American cities are dealing with the results of downed urban trees. Steve Sandfort, Cincinnati’s Urban Forestry supervisor, takes a “just do it” approach. His motto is “harvest city trees for money and use the dollars to plant more trees.” Sandfort points out that in large city bureaucracies, it’s “easier to get forgiveness than permission.” It takes initiative to form a network and plan for utilizing, not wasting, urban timber.

Harvesting Urban Timber, a new book by Sam Sherrill (Linden Publishing), posits that older city trees are valuable and need not be landfilled. Storms such as Hurricane Isabel, which mow down trees on a massive, multi-state scale, can only serve to point out the need for an alternative to burning and landfilling.

James Baker, local vice chair of the Chickasaw group of the Sierra Club, hopes the city and county will prepare for the next storm, by encouraging citizens to keep trees healthy by pruning dead limbs and by having a plan in place to cull saw-timber, separating what is recyclable from what’s not. “There will be another storm,” Baker says matter-of-factly. A plan to chip future downed trees, turning them either into paper or chipboard, would be a step forward. “We need to prevent excess clear-cutting on the Cumberland plateau,” Baker explains.

Mayor Willie Herenton was asked to comment on the need for a citywide plan to use, not lose, downed trees in the event of future disasters. The mayor declined to respond, referring the question instead to the Public Works Department, which issued a statement calling the situation “a once-in-a-lifetime event.”

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Anybody Home?

Two words: power outage. One growing national fear: blackout. One missing phrase: solar power.

It’s time to fish or cut bait, as they say in the sticks. But, funny — there doesn’t seem to be much in the way of enlightened discourse in Memphis or in the national media, for that matter. Just a bunch of hot wind blowing.

During Memphis’ extended power outage, my husband’s restaurant ran off a diesel generator for a week — 180 kilowatts of expense, noise, and stench, but, boy, were we grateful. The restaurant didn’t go out of business and none of our employees missed a paycheck, but it was a strenuous week, even considering all the partying. (There are worse places than a pub to get stranded during a power outage.)

Luckily, I’m from Arkansas, so I’m experienced with living like a refugee. It’s a consequence of a childhood in a third-world country (the Delta). But it is surprising to see how unprepared the Big City is for the new millennium and its inevitable dread of all dreads: system overload.

Fact is, my husband could have run our whole restaurant off a solar panel. A friend of mine in Arkansas builds solar panels with a larger output than what we required. Huge, trailer-mounted, portable solar panels. He constructed one that ran a 200-kilowatt sound system at an all-day outdoor concert — in the sticks of Arkansas. We also ran a solar-powered water fountain, solar-powered fans, even a solar-powered van! No noise, no fuel, no stink, no cost. It’s so simple, even hicks like me can comprehend it. It’s called free power.

During Little Rock’s ice storm several years back, we opened our monthly gas bill by candlelight: $400. For one month. (Thanks, Enron!) Then, as we huddled in the dark, gas heat got shut off to tens of thousands of families. (Appreciate ya, Entergy!) What an unforgettable Christmas that was.

We had to warm ourselves with memories of a blissful winter years before in, yes, the boondocks, the backwoods, the absolute podunkity of Arkansas. Fact is, we spent the happiest winter (complete with its own ice storm) cozy as could be in a solar-powered Ozark cabin equipped with an efficient wood stove. Electricity, lights, TV, and never a monthly bill. Oh, sure, you got a little exercise from chopping a bit of wood or carrying a gallon of water from the spring. Other than those few simple, invigorating activities, however, everything was free. As in, free power.

My son was born in that solar-powered cabin, all nine healthy pounds of him. He’s now 6′ 3″ and wears a size 14 shoe. You’d think he might have seen some improvement in solar technology, but so far the only mass-produced panels are in the hands of NASA and highway crews. Instead of an education in how to combat electrical outages by constructing solar panels and batteries, my son gets a front-row seat to the greatest show on earth: The Collapse of the System. He calls it “The Elite Blues.”

I call it hilarious. If Arkansas, a state whose own governor once proclaimed it a “banana republic,” can produce free solar energy for poor white trash like myself, why can’t the rest of the country get it together? The WPA worked in the Great Depression. The current great depression could benefit from a simple thing called solar panels and batteries. It’s not like we’re talking bizarre utopian claptrap.

Freedom is freedom, whether it’s the freedom to subsidize oil companies or the freedom to subsidize solar-panel construction. What a waste if American “freedom” excludes the possibility of free electricity from the sun. What is our government afraid of? That the resultant pollutionless light will illuminate the horrific truth that the emperor wears no clothes?

Denise Parkinson is a Flyer copy editor. For information on solar power, go to StellarSun.com.