Categories
Letter From The Editor Opinion

Hot Tubs and Elvis

According to a story in The Wall Street Journal this week, the Memphis City Council “will vote to complete new tax breaks for Graceland to fund a $100 million expansion, a peace offering in a nearly two-year war that included threats of Elvis’s estate leaving his adopted hometown.”

Yep, according to the WSJ, the folks out there at Graceland were threatening to pack it all up and move it out of town if the city didn’t give them a tax break.

“We’ve had substantial offers to take every piece of wood and panel and move it,” Elvis Presley Enterprises Inc.’s managing partner, Joel Weinshanker, told the WSJ. He cited Nashville, Asia, and the Middle East as possible new homes for Graceland, and said a $79 million incentive package would go a long way “to ensure that the late musician’s home will stay on Elvis Presley Boulevard.”

Given the city’s track record on doling out tax breaks, this is probably a done deal. But if you think EPE was seriously considering moving out of Memphis, I have some windmill-cancer meds I’d like to sell you.

Let me remind you (since most of you Memphians have never been to Graceland) that Elvis Presley and his mama, Gladys, as well his daddy, Vernon, and even his grandmama, Minnie Mae, are all buried at Graceland. If the current corporate owners of Elvis Presley had ever attempted to dig up the whole damn family and move them to, say, Saudi Arabia, there would have been a world-wide armed revolt by Elvis fans. It would be like moving Bourbon Street to Albuquerque. Some things are intrinsically linked — like Elvis and Memphis. And some things aren’t for sale. Or they shouldn’t be.

And Nashville? C’mon, son. That city has enough issues of its own to deal with, these days, without throwing Dead Elvis into the mix. Last week, there was a huge brouhaha from the populace over the city’s decision to cut down a bunch of cherry trees to build a big temporary stage for a televised NFL Draft Day event on ESPN. Talk about short-term thinking! A city with more stages than Wells Fargo decided to destroy a bunch of mature trees to build another stage for a one-day event.

And while I’m on the subject of our capitol city, did you happen to see the Southern Living article that cited the best barbecue joint in Tennessee as a Nashville restaurant called Peg Leg Porker. Puh-leeze. This place, in the trendy Gulch area, features, and I quote, “Kool-Aid Brined Pickles,” and a “Memphis Sushi Plate.” And — of course — it sponsors NASCAR events. Give me a break, Bubba. Are you pulling my leg, Peg? Anyone who thinks the best barbecue in Tennessee is in Nashville needs to get to Memphis in the Meantime, girl. Also, Southern Living is dead to me. (Actually, I haven’t read it years, so I guess it was already dead to me.) But still.

And to finish off what might be called my Tennesse Tourism week, I got a press release Friday that permanently ended any Nashville-envy I might have ever had. The email proudly announced the addition of a mobile hot-tub truck to Nashville’s burgeoning “ride around downtown while drankin'” fleet.

If you’ve been to Nashville in recent years, you’re probably aware that it has become the Bachelorette Party Capitol of the South. Every weekend, legions of boot-scootin’, cowboy-hat-wearin’ fillies yeehaw their way around downtown on those ubiquitous pedal taverns or on the back of flat-bed party trucks and monster-tire pickups blasting Florida-Georgia Line.

The addition of mobile hot-tub trucks takes this to a whole new level of lunacy. I mean, folks riding around, drinking beer and getting loaded, while sitting in warm water? What could possibly go wrong? Oh, I don’t know, but hey, here’s a good slogan, for free: “Ride in Our Hot Tubs! Urine for a Treat!” Can you say “IPeeA”?

I don’t know what’s next for Nashville, or how you top mobile hot tubs cruising the streets of your downtown, but I do know Elvis wouldn’t be caught dead there.

Categories
Letter From The Editor Opinion

All the News That’s Fake

Did you read where purchasing the items in the song “The Twelve Days of Christmas” would cost you $567,000 this year? Crazy, huh? Well, it’s not true. I just made up that number. It was fake news. But if I had put that information on your Facebook wall, you’d have had no real reason to doubt it; a variation of that same silly story comes up every year at Christmas. You might have even shared it. LOL.

Did you read where Vladimir Putin’s popularity among Republicans rose 56 points in the past year? Not fake. Though I wish it were.

Did you hear that conservative Republican State Senator Brian Kelsey has teamed up with liberal Democratic State Senator Lee Harris to fight against TVA drilling in the Memphis Sand aquifer? That’s also true — and heartening. I read it in Jackson Baker’s column last week, and Jackson doesn’t do fake news.

I also read a commentary last week wherein the writer was denouncing The New York Times and The Washington Post as pawns of the liberal establishment and how you couldn’t trust anything you read in those papers. It’s the new frontier of debate; you debunk the source of your opponent’s facts, and thereby render his arguments moot. If you cite a story in the Times to back up your argument, you’re just citing biased, and thereby “fake,” news. Check and mate, libtard!

The Flyer is a liberal paper, but when Toby Sells reports on a Memphis City Council meeting, it’s news, not liberal opinion. Differentiating between opinion and reporting is a nuance that’s lost on many. Unless it’s intentional.

For example, in a speech last week to a conservative group, Newt Gingrich, that paragon of truth and honor, said about mainstream media: “All of us on the right should describe it as the ‘propaganda media,’ drop the term ‘news media’ until they earn it, and begin to realize that the propaganda media cannot come to grips with the level of talent that they’re dealing with.” 

I must agree that it is difficult for traditional media to come to grips with the “level of talent” that’s being put forth as President-elect Donald Trump’s cabinet, but not for the reasons Newt thinks it is.

But it’s been part of the strategy of strongmen and dictators throughout history. Destroy the public’s trust in the media, and you control how they think. And the GOP is doing its best to make that happen by demonizing any American media outlet that publishes or broadcasts negative news or opinions about them.

Our boy king-elect is one of the worst perpetrators. Last week, while thousands were dying in Aleppo, Trump was upset by a bad review of a Trump Tower restaurant in Vanity Fair, so he tweeted: “Has anyone looked at the really poor numbers of Vanity Fair magazine. Way down, big trouble, dead! Graydon Carter, no talent, will be out!”

The following day, more people subscribed to Vanity Fair than in any 24-hour period in its history. And that’s how you beat a political bully. You support his enemies, those speaking truth to power, and those who support that truth by advertising with them. I just took out digital subscriptions to the Times and the Wall Street Journal. I did so because both publications do real reporting, even if their political viewpoints are appositional. I also gave Vanity Fair subscriptions to a few folks for Christmas.

And I’m still holding out hope that I can tick off The Donald enough that he’ll attack The Memphis Flyer. That would make for a merry Christmas, indeed.

Categories
Food & Drink Hungry Memphis

Hypothetical Question: Would a Whole Foods Make It in Midtown?

That hypothetical question — Would a Whole Foods make it in Midtown? — is just that. I have not heard even the tiniest peep about this actually happening.

In Flyerland, we talk a lot about grocery stores, so this question has come up before. What brought it up most recently was the Wall Street Journal story (warning: paywall) about Whole Foods opening a store in Detroit, Michigan.

Categories
Opinion Viewpoint

You Can Make This Stuff Up

It isn’t easy to put George Wallace, the Neshoba County Fair, and “why we are in Iraq” in the same column space, but here goes.

I literally could not believe my eyes last week when I read in a column by Wall Street Journal deputy editor Daniel Henninger that George Wallace was “shot dead” while running for president in 1972.

As everyone apparently doesn’t know, the former governor of Alabama was shot and wounded in 1972 but lived until 1998. The gunshot paralyzed Wallace, and images of him in a wheelchair are icons of the 1970s, 1980s, and 1990s when, to put it mildly, he remained politically active and, in his later years, often apologized for his racist past.

It is a cardinal sin of journalism to point at someone else’s errors. I have made my own share and will doubtless make another one very soon as cosmic punishment for writing this. But Henninger’s column, which is unfortunately headlined “Wonder Land,” seems to me to explain, in a way, something about The Wall Street Journal editorial page and even why we are in Iraq.

The headline on the column is “1968: The Long Goodbye.” The thrust of it is familiar to regular readers of the Journal such as me: Many of America’s problems can be traced back to the permissiveness of the 1960s. Along with denunciations of the Clintons and Mississippi tort lawyers, this is one of the touchstones of the Journal‘s editorial page.

The year 1968, when I was 19 years old and in college, was particularly traumatic: President Lyndon Johnson’s announcement that he would not seek reelection; the assassinations of Martin Luther King and Robert Kennedy; the violence outside the Democratic Party national convention in Chicago, to name a few.

Wallace got roughly 13 percent of the vote as a third-party candidate for president in 1968. Richard Nixon won. Wallace was indeed shot but not shot dead four years later when his political appeal was perhaps even stronger.

The error was corrected in the online version of the Journal on Friday and in the print newspaper on Saturday. How it got in the column in the first place is as baffling as why. You would think that one of the greatest newspapers in the world would have copy editors for even the best opinion writers. It’s hard to think of an innocent explanation for “shot dead.” Maybe the copy desk did it. It isn’t very likely that Henninger meant to say “not shot dead” or “almost shot dead” or simply “shot” but wrote it as “shot dead.” I guess if you believe the Sixties and the hippies ruined America, it makes a better story if George Wallace was not just shot but “shot dead” even if it is tantamount to saying the civil rights movement was never the same after King was “wounded” in Memphis in 1968.

It was my second “say what?” reaction to a national columnist in two weeks. David Brooks of The New York Times wrote that Ronald Reagan was not appealing to Southern racists to bolster the Republican Party when he defended “states’ rights” at the Neshoba County Fair in Philadelphia, Mississippi, in 1980.

Three civil rights workers were killed in Neshoba County in 1964. I covered the annual fair for UPI in 1980 and got a first-hand look at Cecil Price, the deputy who turned the young men over to their killers. Another mainstay of the event was racist former Mississippi governor Ross Barnett, who played and sang “Are You From Dixie?” Reagan knew perfectly well what he was doing.

So here’s my theory. Ideologues, left or right, sometimes blind themselves to facts that don’t fit their view of the world or make up new ones that fit it better. Here comes the great leap — you might say this is what the Bush administration and its mouthpiece, the Journal’s editorial page, did on the war in Iraq.

That’s enough. Like I said, my own howler of an error is probably right around the next corner. It won’t do any good to say I have been a faithful reader of The Wall Street Journal for 30 years, always praise it extravagantly when I talk to would-be journalists, and admire its disdain for on-the-one-hand, on-the-other-hand commentary. My goose is cooked.