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Letter From the Editor: Tagged

My car has July tags. I ordered new ones in late July but they were slow in arriving, so for a few days in early August, my tags were out of date. I wasn’t surprised then, to see blue lights in my mirror one morning as I was driving along Union. I pulled into a parking lot and lowered my window as the officer approached.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?” she asked.

“Because my tags are out of date?”

From the look on her face, I knew I’d screwed up.

“No,” she said. “It’s because you were going 35 in a school zone. But I will check those tags.” I got a warning for my speeding violation and a ticket for the tags.

Oops.

The officer was courteous and professional, which has been my experience with most Memphis cops, even the one who gave me a ticket for running a stop sign because “all four of your wheels didn’t come to a full stop.” I suppressed my inner wise-ass and resisted asking how many came to a full stop. And I politely accepted the ticket.

Cops are human. They make mistakes. They can say dumb stuff. They can be racists. They can overreact. They can panic. They can shoot someone they shouldn’t have shot, at least not six times, which is what I think happened in Ferguson, Missouri. Unfortunately, the original incident involving the death of Mike Brown has now been overshadowed by the resultant protests, looting, and police militarization controversy.

Memphis police have shot and killed a number of people in the past couple of years, some under questionable circumstances — perhaps most notably in the case of Stephen Askew, a young black man who was sleeping in his car, waiting for his girlfriend to get home, when he was awakened by two white officers. They claimed he pointed a gun at them, and they put 20 bullets into his back while he sat in the driver’s seat. There were no riots, no looting. There were vigils and church services — and a lawsuit that will likely cost the city lots of money. But it won’t bring back that fine young man.

The Memphis Police Department (MPD) has hundreds of black officers. The chief is African American. I think that’s a very good thing, especially in a majority African-American city like Memphis. And I can’t help but think the outrage in Memphis would have been infinitely greater in the Askew case, and others, if the police force were 94 percent white, as it is in Ferguson.

Also, I was pleased to learn this week that the MPD has not succumbed to the militarization trend that so many other police departments around the country have embraced. It’s inexplicable why a suburb like Millington needs grenade launchers or Bartlett (Bartlett!!) needs 115 assault weapons. The police have a vital job to do, and it’s not to suppress the populace or stop a foreign invasion; it’s to serve us and protect us. And give the occasional ticket.

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The Bergville Cafe – Remember It?

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One day, I was rooting through the old photo files in the Memphis Room, and came across this image of a quaint little cafe called Bergville.

It was quite a handsome little establishment, and even the signs painted on the windows proclaimed it “A Clean Place to Eat.” But I was perplexed by what I could see in the background — rows of storage tanks of some sort (barely visible in the left background). If not for the “Poland Photo Memphis” logo at the bottom, I wouldn’t have thought this was a Memphis establishment.

But it certainly was located here, a tiny restaurant that opened in 1932 at 459 Union Avenue. The proprietor was Alex Guigou, who with his wife Helen had previously operated the curiously named Orange Palace Cafe on Summer. Those mysterious tanks in the background belonged to the Beacon Filling Station next door, and in fact, in those days that section of Union was fairly industrial, in a car-related way.

In the same block, you could find McCreery Used Cars, the Automobile Piston Company, Charles Ham Auto Service, and Farber Brothers Auto Tops. Just a few doors down was the old building — originally the Ford Motor Company — that housed The Commercial Appeal.

I have no idea why Alex and Helen Guigou called their little eatery Bergville. It didn’t last long. Old city directories show a different manager running the joint every year until 1936, when the owners renamed it the Spick & Span Restaurant. In the 1940s, it became the Blue and White Spot Restaurant. Does anybody remember any of these places?

In the 1950s and 1960s, the tiny building housed a used-car dealership, joining many others in that area, back in the days when Union Avenue was considered “Automobile Row.” But all that is changed now, and the little place called Bergville is long gone.

PHOTO COURTESY MEMPHIS ROOM, BENJAMIN HOOKS CENTRAL LIBRARY