Jim Henry of Kingston in East Tennessee, who back in the ’70s and
’80s was a mover and shaker in the relatively sacrosanct Tennessee legislature
of that time, was in Memphis Saturday to promote himself as a centrist
Republican alternative to U.S. Rep. Van Hilleary, the Gingrich-style
conservative who, many think, is close to having a lock on the Republican
nomination for governor next year.
Henry — who is cast in the square-jawed, white-haired mold of
several other 2002 hopefuls (gubernatorial wannabe Randy Nichols, the Knox
County D.A., for example, or state Rep. Lincoln Davis, a Democratic aspirant
for Hilleary’s 4th District congressional seat) — talked about a number of
things to the members of the monthly Dutch Treat Luncheon at the Audubon
Cafe.
Among them were taxes (he’s for reform and isn’t ready either to
endorse or to rule out any version of it, including the income tax), TennCare
(he’s for reforming it, too, but supports the state-run insurance program as a
financial and medical boon for Tennessee’s citizens), and fiscal policy in
general (he came out for prioritizing state needs, raising enough revenue to
pay for them, and then eliminating any excess money — presumably by tax cuts
— before government thought up a way to spend it).
But the one thing that seemed to preoccupy Henry, both in his
public remarks and in private conversation afterward, was the debacle in
Nashville last Thursday night. The state capitol which had been his home base
for so many years had been attacked by protesters as, coincidentally or not,
the lawmakers inside forsook a last-ditch good-faith effort to produce a long-
term budget.
They had instead hastily adopted a bare-bones no-new-taxes
version which leaves many needs unspoken for and which may be vetoed by
Governor Don Sundquist — leaving the funding process back where it started.
(Actually somewhat further back, since mandated spending, cost-of-living
increases, and the like have mounted.)
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Senator
Marsha Blackburn e-mails the alarms that brought protestors to storm the
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Not only epithets but rocks were thrown Thursday night by the
throngs that materialized after repeated entreaties to do so by radio talk
show hosts Phil Valentine and Steve Gill. Windows were broken in Governor
Sundquist’s first-floor office, and legislators were verbally abused and even
manhandled.
Informed that Republican Senate Leader Ben Atchley, no supporter
of the income-tax legislation that the crowd had turned out to protest, had
been shoved two or three times as he made his way into the Senate chamber,
Henry seemed especially troubled.
“That’s dangerous for someone like Ben. He’s had several bypass
operations. We can’t be having that,” the GOP hopeful said, shaking his head
and furrowing his brow. “I don’t know how we’re going to do it, but we’ve got
to find a way that will let us deal with important questions and, at the same
time, return civility to state government!”
Neither of those goals seems anything but remote after Thursday
night. Reel backward in time from Henry’s weekend remarks, back beyond
Thursday night itself, and you reenter a time frame, perhaps a full six months
worth, when it was fashionable not to show compassion for this General
Assembly but to ridicule, even condemn it, for its general fecklessness.
The legislature, faced with an estimated $250 million deficit
that would grow to $800 million next year, had been meeting since January,
availing itself of a technicality that allowed it to continue its protracted
deliberations into a new fiscal year. There it sat in the muggy Nashville heat
of mid-July, still unable to agree on a budget that wouldn’t even allow the
state to meet its current needs, much less make a few modest improvements.
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Sen.
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State Senator John Ford of Memphis, whose legislative achievements
are often overlooked because of his sometimes outlandish private behavior,
earned the admiration of many observers late in the session as he both tried
to break the revenue impasse with a flat-tax version of the income tax and
excoriated the leadership of his own party and his own Senate for not dealing
with reality.
They needed to resign and step down if they wouldn’t lead, he
said in a memorable (and precedent-shattering) Sunday session. And, as the
Senate bogged down Thursday and seemed likely to timidly accept some version
of the bare-bones budget that they had more or less forced a frustrated House
of Representatives to adopt because of the Senate’s own inaction, Ford had had
enough.
He stalked out of the chamber and strode down the long tunnel
leading from the capitol back to his office, anouncing, “I’m leaving. They’re
not going to do anything worth staying around for.”
And the flamboyant senator, famous for his fast driving, was soon
enough hastening down I-40 back to Memphis.
But meanwhile, something of a miracle occurred. A group of
senators from both sides of the aisle, determined to save something of their
chamber’s reputation and to get a budget measure passed that would not force
the state to gut vital programs (education and health services prominent among
them), stirred themselves Thursday afternoon to putting together a workable
formula.
Senator Bob Rochelle of Lebanon, the Democrat who is the Senate’s
(nay, the legislature’s) leading exponent of an income tax, and Republican
Sen. David Fowler of Signal Mountain, a conservative’s conservative, began
working on a compromise that would include Fowler’s insistence on allowing a
statewide vote of some sort before an income tax could be legitimized.
Over time, Governor Don Sundquist, among others, had concluded
(reluctantly, to be sure) that true tax reform could probably not be achieved
any other way. A sales-tax increase had proved unpassable because almost
everybody saw that Tennessee’s sales tax was already too high relative to its
neighbor states, was based on an outmoded economy, and increasingly was
incapable of accommodating the state’s future revenue needs.
For months, various hodgepodge formulas involving other measures
— services taxes, sales-tax extensions, “sin” taxes on alcohol and tobacco,
car-tag increases, etc., etc. — had been shopped around and failed.
That left only the income tax, and Rochelle, Fowler, and various
others — thanks largely to the tireless helmsmanship of Sen. Jim Kyle, the
Memphian who was co-chairman and motive force of the joint House-Senate
committee charged with finding a solution — had come close at this 11th hour
to an agreement.
The House had already signaled its willingness to accept an
income tax. All the Senate had to do was find a formula. At one point, with 14
votes in the bag for some version of an income tax, Rochelle came off his
insistence on a graduated version (Republicans traditionally favor the flat-
tax principle) and agreed on a statewide referendum that would either validate
or sunset the tax one year after its institution.
Fowler, Sen. Randy McNally of Oak Ridge, and Collierville’s Sen.
Mark Norris — who doubled as negotiators and as the three swing Republican
voters who could make the proposal work — then conditionally accepted the
proposition, according to Kyle, and agreed to take it back to their caucus for
it to approve or reject.
It was at that point that Sen. Marsha Blackburn, who represents
the elite Nashville suburb of Franklin and who functions as the poster girl
for all populist right-wing causes, sat at her legislative desk and began
batting out e-mails on her taxpayer-provided laptop, informing all members of
her ideological network — including, crucially, Valentine and Gill — that
the pointy-headed scoundrels were at it again. They were about to pass an
income tax.
The broadcasters — competitors on the air but ideological allies
— soon took to the airwaves and, as they had done repeatedly every time in
the last two or three years that the legislature took such legislation up,
called on their audiences to respond. In years before, the response had been
pickets and caravans of horn-honkers surrounding the capitol. Now the protest
would take a more direct form — mass invasion of the capitol grounds and its
hallways.
The throngs began to gather even as the three Republican
negotiators were running the plan by their party caucus. On a Senate telephone
line, meanwhile, Lt. Governor John Wilder, who had been verbally savaged by
Ford, his usual ally, for some undeniable back-and-forthing on the income tax,
was trying to find the Memphis senator. It was an every-vote-counts
situation.
He eventually reached the voice mail on the motoring Ford’s busy
cell phone, saying into the receiver, “John, this is John Wilder. You’ve got
to be back here at 6:30 for us to vote. This is important. You’ve got to get
back here.” Under the circumstances, it was an Offer That Could Not Be Refused
from the still-powerful 80-year-old presiding officer of the Senate.
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Rep. Mike
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On his way up an escalator to the Senate chamber for the
contemplated vote, Murfreesboro Democrat Larry Trail was accosted by three T-
shirted youths who seemed to have come out of nowhere and looked out of place
in the building (though, to be sure, they had the citizen’s right to be
there).
One of the young men warned Trail, formerly an income-tax
opponent, not to waver on the issue. “If you do,” he said, “I will make sure
you lose in the next election. I will work to make sure you are defeated,” his
tone and demeanor more belligerent even than the words themselves.
“It’s behavior like yours that makes me want to change my mind,”
the husky Trail responded in his best down-home Middle Tennessee brogue. “I
don’t take kindly to threats.” With that, he turned his back and began walking
briskly up the escalator steps. The scheduled vote was now only minutes
away.
Behind Trail, as he entered the hallway leading to the capitol
elevator that would take him to the second floor to the Senate chamber, the
three young men seemed almost to multiply.
A trickle of citizens — most casually clad, others in suits,
some of them moms and dads toting their small children, most of them visibly
inflamed either by anger or by zeal — appeared instantly to have become a
flood. The capitol building might have been some stricken Titanic which
had suddenly sprung a leak.
Tennessee’s elected senators and representatives (the House, too,
had been summoned by its leader, Speaker Jimmy Naifeh, to stand ready for
action) made their way as best they could to their chambers.
Instead of facing only the imperatives of a historic vote,
though, they would soon be dealing with an unprecedented reaction from a fast-
growing crowd which the conservative Republicans Fowler and Atchley would be
the first to describe by another name: mob.
Tennessee’s elected lawmakers would find themselves literally
under siege.
Later on, it would get said that factors other than the pure
intimidation of the mob caused the pending budget deal to break down in the
state Senate Thursday night — before a vote could be taken on an income tax-
cum-referendum package that would fund present state priorities, including
education and the state-run program for the uninsured and uninsurables known
as TennCare, and pave the way for future ones.
So many variants got told by this or that key legislator that
it’s hard to determine which straw might have broken the camel’s back.
Depending on who was doing the explaining, it was either Democrat Rochelle’s
insistence that an income tax be in effect for at least a year before a
statewide vote on it could be taken, or the House Democrats’ insistence on the
same thing, or Republican Fowler’s refusal to yield on having a referendum
(alternately, a Constitutional Convention) come first, or the GOP Senate
Caucus’ negative reaction to the deal brought them by Fowler, McNally, and
Norris, or something to do with TennCare, or — what you will.
Or maybe it wasn’t a straw at all, maybe it was just hard for
some to admit that they had been cowed by the sheer bludgeoning force of the
huge and madding crowd that swarmed into and around the state capitol Thursday
evening as the legislators were, in theory, scheduled to debate the income-tax
issue like civics-text ladies and gentlemen and then vote on it.
Fowler was one of those who, hither and thither in the confusion
of Thursday night, would suggest conventional parliamentary snafus as the key
to the breakdown, but he expressed himself otherwise in the immediate
aftermath of the failure, as Senator Kyle of Memphis (under urgent pressure
from Lt. Governor Wilder, a realist’s realist) finally had to cut his losses
and rush through a resolution for a modified version of the same no-new-taxes
stopgap budget passed by the House at the very end of the fiscal year almost
two weeks earlier.
It was a plan that would spend Tennessee’s entire portion of
tobacco-settlement money in one year and still leave the state short of
essential services, and it was taken for granted that the House — always
readier to move forward in this session than the Senate — had passed it only
to present a worst-case scenario to the other body and make it act.
Said Fowler on the floor to his colleagues and to the world at
large, even as, amid a mounting cacophony out in the hallway, the final white-
flag vote was about to be taken inside: “The activities of the talk-radio
people and Senator Blackburn have killed the right of the people to vote. I
think the mob effectively killed their opportunity to vote on this issue.”
(Norris would say that Blackburn’s actions, in e-mailing her Paul Revere-like
alarms to the denizens of the populist right, had been the legal equivalent of
“yelling fire in a crowded theater.”)
Fowler proceeded: “We discussed the possibility of a means by
which people could have a say on the tax structure with their votes. Those
people outside are protesting not knowing we were trying to give them a
vote.”
The “people outside” were at this point chanting “No Means No!”
over and over and literally hammering at the heavy oak doors which — closed
and manned now by highway patrolmen and city police, who were called in to
augment the normal contingent of legislative door guards — were all that
stood between them and the prospect of some unprecedented (for Tennessee) form
of direct intervention.
Apologists for the demonstrators — and there were some — would
see it all as pure participatory democracy, of course, and, indeed, for all
the raucousness and shouting and booing and shoving and door-pounding and
(later) window-breaking, most of the protesters kept a decorum of sorts.
A case in point: Well after the vote was taken and the
parliamentary issue was settled in both the Senate and the House (which,
resignedly this time, reenacted its similar vote of a week before), veteran
Tennessean Capitol Hill reporter Duren Cheek and I decided to leave,
eschewing the safety of the interior tunnel which, in the labyrinthine
Capitol-Legislative Plaza complex, led back to the Plaza’s press offices and,
at a somewhat further remove, to the general vicinity where my car was parked.
The unusual reason for this: Duren has a vision quirk whereby he simply sees
better out of doors, night or day.
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People began to bait us almost as soon as we showed up outside,
demanding to know if we were legislators as we threaded our way through them
down the capitol steps. I suppressed the urge to say something waggish like,
“What? Don’t you recognize Bob Rochelle?” This crowd had, after all, been
brought to the emotional edge or it wouldn’t have been where it was, doing
what it was.
Then came a potentially chilling moment. Of a sudden, Duren, a
portly man well into his middle years, went down on the hard concrete of the
first landing, and five or six men from the crowd lunged toward where he
lay.
In one of the alternative, multiple universes that the late
French fictionist Alain Robbe-Grillet might have concocted from such an image,
the outcome could have been sinister. The reality was, in fact, quite benign.
The visually challenged Duren had just tripped and fallen, that was all, and
the crowd members who reached for him did so as Good Samaritans. They helped
him to his feet, firmly but gently.
Earlier, Senator Steve Cohen (D-Memphis) had played comic
toreador with the crowd. At the height of its anger, he had entered the Senate
chamber brandishing a large-size Planters can with the word “Nuts” in bold and
held it high before the crowd, which howled in derision as Cohen, an
incorrigible maverick, beamed.
The experience of the venerable Atchley of Knoxville lacked any
such satisfying resolution. The fact that the Republican Senate Leader has
been a consistent opponent of the income tax had put him in no good stead at
all as he tried to make his way through the crowd. The suited and bespectacled
Atchley could not be mistaken for anything but a legislator, almost an
archetypal vision of one, and he had gotten shoved several times as he made
his way through the crowds to get to the Senate chamber.
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leaders of both parties decide to throw in the towel as protestors storm the
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“I don’t mind expression, but that’s mob rule,” Atchley, a mild man
normally given to understatement, would say later.
Elsewhere the crowd activity was even less gallant. After all,
had these put-upon citizens of the (barely) middle class not heard, over and
over again on talk radio, that an income tax would grab up fully 50 percent of
their available funds? (And never mind that Senator Rochelle and others had
released studies showing, for most Tennesseans, an income tax with
corresponding reductions in the sales tax would result in a lesser tax burden
overall.)
At some point, a few people in the crowd had begun throwing rocks
and other ad hoc missiles, targeting the first-floor office of Governor
Sundquist, who — with Senate Speaker Pro Tem Rochelle and House Speaker Jimmy
Naifeh — constituted what to the members of this crowd was an unholy trio
bent on taxing them into personal insolvency.
“Thieves” was a word frequently heard from callers to the
incendiary talk shows presided over by Messrs. Valentine and Gill — which
worthies continued to broadcast from the periphery of the capitol grounds
Thursday night, with Valentine even suggesting to his auditors such
questionable mischief as a nocturnal visit to the Lebanon residence of Senator
Rochelle.
At some point in the evening, State Rep. John Mark Windle (D-
Livingston) was in the capitol building walking back to his office when he was
confronted by a rush of demonstrators. Thinking to find sanctuary, he stepped
into the governor’s first-floor suite and sat down on a couch in one of the
inner offices. Then, as he would recall: “A rock came through the window about
half the size of a football and landed at my feet. … They were banging their
fists on the windows and hollering. It was bizarre.”
While all of this was going on, the normal inhabitant of the
governor’s office, Don Sundquist, was away making a speech at an economic
development conference. Several times he was called away to the telephone to
get an up-to-date report on the mayhem going on over at the capitol, and when
a tobacco lobbyist in attendance at the governor’s speech made ready to go
over, out of curiosity, Sundquist bade him stay, advising that it wasn’t
safe.
The governor would eventually issue a statement: “I appreciate
the right of all Americans to free speech and peaceful protest. I do not,
however, approve of those who advocate violence and I regret that occurred at
the capitol.
“State employees, legislators and law enforcement officers should
be able to do their jobs in a safe, reasonable way. I am particularly critical
of some radio talk show hosts and at least one legislator who encouraged
disruptive behavior and destructive acts. I hope the budget debate will
continue, but in a calm, reasonable way. My top priority has [been], and
continues to be, the welfare of Tennessee’s children.”
If some of that sounded self-serving, it was a fact that
Sundquist had for two years risked his political reputation to pursue tax
reform and had, way back in February, proposed a widely admired education
initiative. In the stopgap budget that got passed, not only was the plan
itself utterly gutted, but short-term spending for the existing requirements
of public education was threatened (not to mention its long-term prospects,
since the $560 million tobacco windfall, once used up to fill out this year’s
bare-bones budget, would not be available for the year after).
State employees, who had lobbied hard for a cost-of-living pay
raise, would get a modest increase of 2.5 percent. (Noting that the raise was
being paid for during the next year with the one-time tobacco money, Norris
said the pay raise might amount to so much “severance pay.”)
TennCare would be held solvent for at least another year (after
that, the wolf would be back at the door), and the Department of
Transportation’s roadbuilding funds — untouchable pork, even in these
straitened times — would be preserved. But, all in all, a full $340 million
had been cut from Sundquist’s budget recommendations, and it wasn’t over with.
The governor would be required to find ways of paring at least another $100
million over the course of the coming year.
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Rep. Kathryn
Bowers of Memphis, protected by police, negotiates a throng of
demonstrators. |
The immediate word from Sundquist was that the budget was “a likely
candidate” for a veto, and, in preparation for such an eventuality, both
houses passed resolutions obliging them to return on August 6th for an
override or other action in case of a veto or to come back in January, if no
veto occurred.
There were also rumors that the governor, should he let this
budget pass for the moment, would call the legislature back in special session
sometime this fall. Sundquist had already called two special sessions to plead
for tax reform, in 1999 and in 2000, and there was Nothing Doing both
times.
Even so, and the very real merits of the case aside, a
gubernatorial aide conceded that Sundquist, who was being mocked as irrelevant
in some circles and whose name, if it was used at all, had fallen to the
bottom of news accounts of the budget impasse, might have to do something
hard-nosed just to remain a player.
Whatever it portended, few of the legislators — exhausted and,
in some cases, shell-shocked — had the heart for any more protracted
battles.
Wilder had concluded the bizarre climactic Senate session of
Thursday night with a public prayer from the Speaker’s podium in which,
against the ironic background noise of the continuing crowd mayhem outside, he
proffered his standard Panglossian tribute (“You are good”) both to the
Almighty and to the Senate as a body for the process just completed.
It is fair to say that most legislators were of another mind.
Late Thursday night, a group of them were licking their wounds at the bar of
the nearby Sheraton, a traditional oasis for members of the General Assembly,
and Murfreesboro’s Larry Trail, the same Larry Trail who had stood down one of
the first protesters on the scene earlier in the evening, was musing out
loud.
“I just don’t like the way it looked, the way it made us look,”
he said of videotaped footage of the evening, which had been shown and reshown
on TV in Nashville and elsewhere and was even then undergoing another replay
on the big TV set overhanging the Sheraton’s bar area.
“It made us look like we were afraid, that they made us back
down,” he said, and then looked down at the floor, as if contemplating a
future that, if anything, might be even bleaker than the mortifying present
tense just experienced.
Abruptly, he brightened. “Let’s go to Jimmy Kelly’s,” he
suggested, naming the Vanderbilt-area watering hole where, from time
immemorial, legislators had gathered in the late hours, to cut their deals or,
as the case might be, to leave their troubles behind them.