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Tuesday, November 23
Poetry site gets NEA nod

Senator George Allen’s office announces today that Poetry Daily, a locally produced poetry website (www.poems.com), has been granted $7,000 from the National Endowment for the Arts. The grant marks the second dollop of NEA money this year for the site, a 7-year-old project of Don Selby and Diane Boller. The poem-a-day site, with an annual budget of about $75,000, now averages more than 1 million page views per month, says Selby. “When the NEA recognizes you, it is a nice vote of confidence,” Selby tells C-VILLE. Coincidentally, the poem posted today on the site is a Minnie Bruce Pratt work titled “Opening the Mail.”

 

Wednesday, November 24
New $24M bank proposed

The classified section of The Daily Progress today contains notice that eight investors, including four local high rollers, have amended the application they submitted earlier this month with federal banking authorities to create Southern National Bank. Local organizers of the proposed new bank, to be initially capitalized at $24.1 million, include Thomas P. Baker, Michael A. Gaffney, Charles A. Kabbash and Donna W. Richards. Baker is president of Southern Commerce Bancorp Inc. Gaffney is a homebuilder and new chairman of the Rivanna Water and Sewer Authority. Kabbash is a Downtown real estate developer. Richards is former COO of Guaranty Financial Bank, which was acquired by Union Bankshares in May.

 

Thursday, November 25
Gobblers get out early

Nearly 1,100 runners earned that extra piece of pie this morning by hitting the steep course laid out around the Boar’s Head Inn for the 23rd annual Turkey Trot 5K race to benefit the UVA Children’s Hospital. Winner Lewis Martin IV, a 19-year-old who finished the course in 16:50, led a pack of 1,092 runners and earned a turkey for his efforts. Last year he finished sixth overall with a time of 17:53. The top woman in the race, 38-year-old Beth Cottone, finished with a time of 20:12, 12 seconds ahead of her 2003 time, and also went home one turkey richer.

 

Friday, November 26
Florida cops arrest accused wife-killer

The Jacksonville Sheriff’s Office, working on a tip from Charlottesville Police, today picked up Anthony Dale Crawford, the Manassas man who is wanted on four charges in connection with the death of his estranged wife, Sarah Louise Crawford. Charges include murder, abduction, auto theft and use of a firearm in the commission of a felony. Sarah Crawford’s body was discovered Monday morning at Quality Inn on Emmet Street. She had been shot in the chest. According to The Washington Post, six days before her body was discovered, Sarah Crawford had unsuccessfully appealed to a Prince William County judge to extend the temporary protective order she had out against her husband of five years. Quoting from Sarah Crawford’s affidavit, the Post reports that last month when she tried to move out of their apartment, Anthony Crawford told her he “understands why husbands kill their wives.” These are not the first allegations of spousal abuse against Crawford. In 1992 he was acquitted of sexually assaulting his then-wife in South Carolina, despite videotaped evidence of him penetrating the hog-tied woman whose mouth was covered with duct tape.

 

Saturday, November 27
Hundreds mourn Marine

Trinity Presbyterian Church was filled to overflowing this afternoon as nearly 900 family members, friends, fraternity brothers, Covenant School classmates, fellow Marines and congregants gathered to mourn Bradley Thomas Arms, the 20-year-old Charlottesville reservist who was killed November 19 in Fallujah, Iraq. Remembered as an obedient and religious young man who nonetheless had a mischievous streak, Cpl. Arms was honored with a service lasting nearly two hours and a Marine honor guard. One fraternity brother from the University of Georgia commended Arms’ parents, Betty and Bob Arms, for “raising a man of integrity.”

 

Sunday, November 28
Hoos win and lose in football

Falling 24-10 to Virginia Tech after the Hokies’ breakaway fourth quarter yesterday in Blacksburg, the Cavaliers today wake up to no chance of playing in a major post-season bowl game and the stark realization that the ACC’s two newest teams—both imports from the Big East—will contend for the conference championship. The Cavs finish their ACC season at 5-3. Meanwhile, after a dramatic win over New Mexico that stretched through eight rounds of penalty kicks last night, UVA’s men’s soccer team, advancing to the NCAA quarterfinals, prepares to face Duke on Saturday.

 

Monday, November 29
Real estate taxes down to the wire

City homeowners have exactly one week until unpaid real estate taxes go into the penalty phase. The City Treasurer’s Office sent out the 13,111 bills on October 18, but most have yet to be sent in, according to City Communications Director Maurice Jones. Many residents—and mortgage companies—wait until the final week, he says.

– Written by Cathy Harding from news sources and staff reports.

 

Dem yankees
New arrivals wrench Albemarle from the GOP

During the recent election season, Albemarle Republican chairman Keith Drake spent a lot of time hanging out with fellow GOP chairs around Virginia.

 “They say ‘Hey, Keith, you’ve got it made up there in Albemarle,’” says Drake. “But it’s not true. Albemarle’s been in a slow slide to the Left.”

 Albemarle went Democrat this year, picking John Kerry over George Bush, 22,069 votes to 21,180; county residents also voted for Democrat Al Weed over incumbent Republican Virgil Goode for the 5th District seat in the House of Representatives. The recent election refutes Albemarle’s reputation as a Republican stronghold.

 “That’s just not an accurate characterization anymore,” says Drake.

 To illustrate the county’s Left turn, Drake points to the 2000 Senate race. Albemarle voted for Democrat Chuck Robb over Republican George Allen, 52 percent to 48 percent. Back in 1993, however, Albemarle supported Allen for governor by a 60 to 40 margin. “That’s huge,” Drake says.

 Drake says Albemarle’s population has been changed over the past decade by UVA’s expansion and the county’s growing popularity as a retirement destination.

 “University growth attracts a liberal element,” says Drake. Social science and humanities professors, at least, tend to lean Democratic. As reported by the Cavailer Daily, a recent study by Daniel Klein, at Santa Clara University, and Charlotta Stern, at the Stokholm University, found that Democrats outnumber Republicans in the social sciences and humanities by a 7 to 1 margin. The study is at http://lsb.scu.edu/~dklein/.

 “And Charlottesville is a great place to live, and specifically to retire to. They run out of gas on their way to Florida, they put down stakes in Albemarle and they bring their values from the northeast,” Drake adds.

 Fred Hudson, chair of the Albemarle Democratic party, says the chance to vote against Bush drew many county Dems from the woodwork, especially from neighborhoods around the urban ring, like Georgetown, which supported Kerry 1,128 to 621. Republicans won by a similar proportion in Stone Robinson.

 “The shift has been pretty even throughout,” says Hudson. “There’s no holes. That bodes well for the future of successful Democratic candidates in the county.”

 Hudson isn’t dropping any names, but he promises the party will field candidates for next fall’s Board of Supervisors and school board elections. He also promises there will be a challenge to Republican incumbent Rob Bell for the 58th seat in the House of Delegates.

 Bell, who went unchallenged in 2003, says he’s not sweating Albemarle’s shift from red to blue.

 “I’ve always made an effort to listen to people in my district, whether they support me or not,” Bell says via e-mail.

 The numbers give him reason to chill. Bell’s district, which includes parts of Albemarle, Fluvanna, Green and Orange, went 58 percent for Bush; even voters in Bell’s chunk of Albemarle went 53 percent for Bush.

Albemarle voters overall may not support Bush, but they still support Republicans. In 2003, county voters resoundingly elected two incumbent Republicans—Jim Camblos and Ed Robb—to the offices of Commonwealth’s Attorney and County Sheriff, respectively.

 That year the county also elected two Republicans, David Wyant and Ken Boyd, to the Board of Supervisors, “for the first time in anyone’s memory,” says Drake. In his bid for supervisor, Wyant even met a challenger for the Republican nomination: Linda McRaven fought him for the party nod in White Hall. When she lost, she jumped into the school board race, narrowly losing an at-large seat to Democrat Brian Wheeler.

 Next year brings more big elections, with many state and local seats up for grabs: governor, lieutenant governor, four House of Delegate seats, two Virginia Senate seats, three board of supervisor seats and three school board seats will all be decided on November 8, 2005.

 The GOP’s dominance of local seats is probably evidence that county Republicans are still better organized than Democrats, whose base remains the city of Charlottesville. In the county, the lower voter turnout that typically characterizes local elections will still play to the Republicans’ advantage.

 “The further down the ballot you go, fewer people vote for that position,” says Drake. “Those voters are better informed, more active and more partisan.”—John Borgmeyer

 

Buddy system
Virginia colleges unite behind UVA charter idea

More Virginia colleges are jumping on the charter bandwagon.   When three of Virginia’s largest universities—UVA, The College of William and Mary, and Virginia Polytechnic Institute—started hyping their plans to loosen their ties to State government, smaller colleges around the Commonwealth started getting nervous. Now, they’re joining the bigger schools in calling for charters of their own.

 “Not all schools are equal in size and issues and resources,” says Glenn DuBois, chancellor of Virginia’s community college system. “But there are provisions of charter that we all deem desirable, like getting our management control away from Richmond and into our board rooms, with our CEOs.

 “It’s accurate to say all of the colleges would welcome that,” says DuBois. He also chairs the council of Virginia college presidents, which has been discussing how charter could work for all Virginia colleges, not just the three flagship schools.

 Since UVA, Virginia Tech and William and Mary started banging the charter drum last year, some have worried how the move would affect Virginia’s other colleges. Chronic state underfunding is a problem for all university presidents, says DuBois. If the state’s big schools went further out on their own (they are already decentralized to some extent), smaller schools worried the General Assembly would cut higher education funds even further.

 Another problem all the schools share, says DuBois, is irritation over the State’s red tape. Whenever a Virginia college wants to adjust tuition or even lease a building, it needs permission from Richmond. A broad charter for all Virginia schools could loosen those rules.

 “We’re a half-billion dollar agency,” says Alan Merten, president of George Mason University. “When we want to lease a new building, it doesn’t make any sense that we have to get someone in Richmond to approve it. We have to give our chief financial officers a way to do their job without running back and forth to Richmond.”

 So far, Virginia college presidents have agreed that more freedom from state oversight would be good, says DuBois, as long as that freedom doesn’t mean further funding cuts from the General Assembly.

 “The charter discussion should not interfere with the discussion of base adequacy resources,” says Eugene Trani, president of Virginia Commonwealth University. “There seems to be general agreement for flexibility plus additional support.”

 The idea of a wide-ranging charter has not progressed beyond the basic agreement that flexibility and money are good things. But the charter issue, which a few weeks ago looked as if it could drive a wedge between Virginia’s large and small colleges, now seems to be bringing the schools together in a call for a better relationship with

the State.

 “You’re going to see higher education united as the legislative session begins,” says Trani. “If we’re united, it may be easier.”

—John Borgmeyer

 

How To: Power shop

Searching for an alternative to spending yet another weekend slogging through same-thing stores to find Christmas presents? Try power shopping instead.

 No, it’s not about flexing the most muscle with your credit card. That would be show-off shopping. It’s about being able to clean and press a decision: “That seems right for Susie Q. I’ll get that. Next!”

 Power shopping entails a commitment to being satisfied after one look through one store. It means you have to be willing to put yourself—and the preservation of your good will—first.

 For beginners, here are a few pointers: Set a time limit. Thirty minutes per gift-recipient is good. If you absolutely must linger in a store aimlessly, blend it with rigorous decision-making by buying presents for more than one person. If you spot the first present within 10 minutes, you can wander through the aisles and finger every sweater for an additional 40 minutes before hitting your cut-off for making the next gift choice.

 Keep perspective. You’re buying a gift, not another chance at life. It’s a gesture, not a material substitute for all the feelings you should be expressing year-round. Spot something nice, figure out if it’s within your price range, and then just buy the thing. No looking back.

 Finally, stay motivated. See those sweaty, weary people picking something up, putting it back, picking up something else, and then putting that back? See the look of quiet despair in their eyes that practically begs for January to get here already? With power shopping, that doesn’t have to be you. Just set your mind to it.

  Need to know how to do something? E-mail your questions to howto@c-ville.com.

Between a Rock House and a hard place
Legal Aid to restore historic site on Preston

Sometime in 1926, perhaps after many wagonloads of rock had been transported to Preston Avenue from the Rivanna River, and nine years after he had purchased three adjacent lots from a prominent African-American landowner, Charles B. Holt, a furniture repairman, used a makeshift stylus to mark his property with his signature. Seventy-eight years later, Holt’s script can still be discerned at the cement base of the stairs leading up to what’s known as the Rock House at 1010 Preston Ave.

 Long abandoned, the bungalow sits directly across from Washington Park, the city’s first blacks-only park which, it just so happens, also opened in 1926. Holt’s ID is one of the few aspects of the stone and mortar Arts and Crafts-style house that remain intact. Largely hidden behind bamboo stands that speak as loudly of neglect these days as the substantial structure

once boasted of black achievement during Charlottesville’s Jim Crow era, the house is a study in decay and disrepair.

 But if lawyers and volunteers at the Legal Aid Justice Center have their way, C.B. Holt’s Rock House will be lifted from obscurity and restored to a shape worthy of its history. Legal Aid owns the property, which adjoins its new site at the corner of Preston, 10th Street and Grady Avenue, and next week will commence the soft kick-off of a $225,000 fundraising effort to rehab the Rock House.

 Alex Gulotta, executive director of Legal Aid, says the rehabbed structure could house some of Legal Aid’s education programs or be leased to other nonprofit groups, much as sections of the former Bruton’s beauty supply building that Legal Aid occupies next door are rented to nonprofit groups such as the Public Housing Association of Residents.

 “We felt we’re part of a neighborhood that is in danger of losing its African-American historical connections,” says Kimberly Emery, a Legal Aid board member and the assistant dean for pro bono and public interest at UVA’s law school. Gulotta and others credit Emery with getting the Rock House restoration project rolling. “There’s encroachment in that area from UVA and commercial pressures. It’s been a community for a long time and now Legal Aid is part of the community. We want to be good neighbors and preserve the pieces that are there, including our house.

 “There’s probably some financially smarter options in the short term,” Emery adds, “but in the long term, this is the way we want to go because of the wonderful history of this house. It fits in with our mission—putting us all together in a house built and lived in by people who worked their way up.”

 Impressive as C.B. Holt’s legacy is, the historical significance of the Rock House doesn’t end there. One of his descendants, Asalie Minor Preston, who lived in the house from 1950 until 1973, endowed the Minor Preston Educational Fund, a scholarship fund that has awarded college money to financially needy students from local public high schools for the past 22 years. As if the philosophical links among the Rock House, a pioneering black landowner (C.B. Holt), a pioneering black educator (Asalie Minor Preston), and a pioneering social justice organization (Legal Aid) weren’t tight enough, coincidence comes into play, too. Longtime Minor Preston board member Mary Ann Elwood also sits on Legal Aid’s advisory board. Yet Elwood only learned about the Minor Preston-Rock House connection in the past year.

 “I was delighted,” she says. “I didn’t have any idea that Asalie lived there.”

Margaret Dunn is the sleuth who assembled the parts in the Rock House story. Dunn has been volunteering with Legal Aid for about seven years, and had a big role in the $2.5 million fundraising drive that got the law organization into the Bruton building a couple of years ago. Leroy Bruton, eponymous beauty supplier, had purchased the Rock House in 1978 to use mostly as a storage space and off-street parking option. The house conveyed with the much-larger building when Legal Aid made its purchase in 2002.

 “I knew eventually we would need the space,” says Emery. “Margaret needed a new project, and I asked her to investigate. As we learned more about the house, Margaret and I just fell in love with it for its own sake.”

 Indeed, as she takes a reporter and photographer on a Sunday morning tour of the house, Dunn points out with affection the details that are apparent despite the sagging floorboards and virtual carpets of paint chips. The three-paned transoms above each of the many doorways on the house’s main level, which allow natural light to pass throughout the rooms. The claw-footed bathtub on the upper floor. The raised mortar between rocks on the building’s façade. The tiny crawl spaces in the upstairs bedrooms. The basement kitchen with its cabinet-ensconced sink and adjoining coal room.

 The archival search has clearly engaged her as much as the building itself does, too. “It’s one of the best experiences I’ve ever had,” Dunn says, and it has taken her through deed books and other historical records, to the office of architectural historian Daniel Bluestone, and into little-known graveyards, as well as introducing her to the Rock House’s only living survivor, Tracie Fortune Tyler. Tyler lived there with Asalie Preston and her husband Leroy Preston in the 1950s when she was a child, and she held the deed jointly with Asalie until the house was sold. The historical quest, Dunn says “is like the house itself—you go layer by layer. Previously, I

knew very little to nothing about Charlottesville’s African-American history in the Jim Crow years.

 “I had no idea how enthused I’d get,” she adds.

 At this stage, Dunn is trying to get the Rock House listed on the City’s register of historic places. If she succeeds, the effect will be two-fold, she says. It will qualify the Rock House for the small pool of City grants available only to historically listed properties. Second, “when it’s listed, it’s very helpful to fundraising,” she says. “Otherwise people say, ‘Where’s the authentication?’”

 Dunn and her Legal Aid cohort will present the case for the house at a luncheon on December 7 when the $225,000 fundraising drive kicks off.

 For Tracie Fortune Tyler, whether the fundraiser succeeds, the process that has restored the Rock House to public attention has been overwhelming. “When Margaret called me and wanted to talk about it, I was flabbergasted,” she says. “It’s interesting to know that someone out there wants to preserve it. It touches me.”

 And for Daniel Bluestone, the UVA architectural historian who is documenting Preston Avenue’s African-American roots and who steered some of Dunn’s research, the latest turn of events for the Rock House is somehow fitting.

 “The house in some ways helps you keep your eye on the ball. There is something about being able to work against the grain of the entrenched inequity of the society that Legal Aid is trying to help,” he says. “It’s clear that C.B. Holt being able to build that house on that site at the time he did involved a fair amount of struggle and striving and all the rest.

 “That’s what I find compelling.”

—Cathy Harding

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Untrained Melody

 Perched on a wooden stool by the front door and holding a microphone with one hand, Conley Jones belts out “Better Man” to a tinny, digitized arrangement with angst enough to make Eddie Vedder proud. With his free hand, he casually checks IDs as those in search of Baja Bean’s Tuesday night special—$3 margaritas and hours of karaoke—file in. Jones doesn’t drink. Instead, a 32-ounce pitcher of Mountain Dew sits within arm’s length.

 At 9pm on this Tuesday night, the motley assortment of karaoke regulars—college students, middle-aged singles, older couples, 20something hipsters—are settling in at the bar, at the booths, at the wooden tables, ordering drinks and flipping through one of the two-dozen 231-page songbooks scattered about. They ponder what this evening’s selection holds in store.

 A typical karaoke conversation:

 “Oh, that would be a good one!” Out of the upwards of 10,000 song choices in the Thunder Music tome, Girl A’s finger lands on Pat Benatar’s “Love Is a Battlefield.”

 “Mmmm, I don’t know. Can you do the dance?” asks Girl B.

 “What about something by The Cure? I love The Cure.” There’s no time for debate as the pages flip forward to the “C’s.”

 The success of a karaoke song depends on how a karaoke hopeful interprets the following: her own vocal abilities, the singability of her selection and what the audience wants. Ideally, the singer can carry a tune (this rarely happens), the song does not push her abilities to the breaking point (literally) and (whether she knows it or not) the audience wants to hear that song. Over the years, says Stacie Hatch, who manages Baja Bean, certain karaoke favorites have surfaced at the restaurant: “Sweet Caroline,” “I Love Rock ’n’ Roll,” “Pour Some Sugar on Me,” and any number by Madonna.

 On this evening, which is shaping up to be as amped up and predictable as any other karaoke night during the past three years, waiters in red-and-white baseball-style shirts run to and fro carrying margaritas in plastic beer cups to thirsty regulars. Tuesdays are Baja’s most profitable weekday night by far. Each server can expect to pocket around $200.

 Karaoke came to Baja three years ago when Charles Davis, a regular at the Corner restaurant, slipped the name Steve Miller to the then manager. Miller is a legendary karaoke jockey (who happens to share a name with a ’70s rock legend). Within a few months of Miller joining the Tuesday night routine, Baja had to hire extra servers, a doorman and a second bartender. Mountain Dew-drinking Jones, who had been singing karaoke for five years, began as Miller’s apprentice in summer 2003.

 Tonight, Miller sits ensconced at the front booth, nursing his fourth Red Bull of the day and chain-smoking Kool Menthols.

 “Got to keep myself young,” he chuckles morbidly, an unlighted Kool bouncing between his lips. “I’m afraid if I quit I’ll die. My body won’t be able to take the shock.”

 A big guy with a gray beard and cherubic cheeks, Miller looks like Kenny Rogers times two. His left forearm sports a cobra tattoo that he did himself with a needle and thread when he was 15. His eardrums are shot from 20 years on the job at Thunder Music, his Madison-based DJ and KJ business that he launched in 1985, so he has to lean toward anyone who speaks to him.

 “Steve has been partying since before any of us were born,” says his protégé Jones. “He knows the construct of the perfect party and he makes it go wherever he is.”

 “I’ve been drug around a little bit,” Miller admits, laughing. “I been drug around a lot.”

 “You been drugged a lot,” quips Jones.

 As another ID gets shoved under his nose at door duty, Jones launches into James Taylor’s “Steamroller.” At the beginning of karaoke night at Baja, Jones sings a lot as the paying patrons warm up to the task with more mixed drinks. (Sign on the wall at Baja: “TEQUILA Have you hugged your toilet today?”)

 “How many people’s toenails are painted in here?” Jones asks, trying to break the ice.

 The ladies scream.

 “How many people’s toenails are painted red?”

 More screaming.

 “How many people’s toenails are painted pink?”

 Still more screaming.

 He breaks into a blues tune (“Well, I’m a cement mixer, a churning urn of burning funk…”) and then…

 “Charles! Let’s bring Charles to the microphone!” That’s Miller shouting out from his booth overstuffed with folders of music discs and cigarette butts, giving the evening its official opening.

 

Karaoke is a great democratizer. Boss and janitor are equally susceptible to either glory or ridicule before the microphone. Karaoke raises to the level of public embarrassment that most private of self-aggrandizements: singing into a hairbrush in front of your bedroom mirror.

 And if that doesn’t explain its appeal, consider this: Whether it’s karaoke at Baja Bean, Wild Wing Cafe, High Street Steak and Grill, Club Rio or Peking Chinese Restaurant, once you’ve been to one karaoke night, you’ve pretty much been to them all. Sure, places differ. Musical tastes differ. Audience participation and enthusiasm varies. There may be a jovial host at one place (Baja) and a veritable help-yourself karaoke buffet (Peking Chinese Restaurant) across town. Regardless, every karaoke evening unfolds predictably. Get beer, choose song, sign up for song, wait to sing song, sing song, sign up for another song. Repeat until amusement wears off. For some, that takes a couple hours. For others, such as Miller and Jones, it’s been years and the joys of karaoke have yet to age.

 “Christina, let’s get Christina on up here!” Miller bellows in the same game-show host voice for every new singer.

 A giggling college girl with two friends in tow timidly approaches the microphone as a recorded track sounding suspiciously like Celine Dion’s cover of Eric Carmen’s “All By Myself” sounds throughout the room.

 “When I was young, I never needed anyone…”

 Arm in arm, they mumble the lyrics, cringing on the especially out-of-tune notes before doubling over in laughter. The din of conversation swarms the restaurant. The girls don’t notice. By the end of the song, they’re singing at the top of their lungs, though not exactly in unison.

 “All by myself, don’t want to live…”

 The song gradually fades into silence and the group of students taking up two tables from which Christina and Co. emerged stand up to cheer on their ambassadors. The rest of the audience sits nonplussed. Performances like this are a dime a dozen and the regulars tend not to waste their time paying attention. On a scale of 1-10, the veterans probably would have rated this performance about a 3.

 True karaoke devotees tend to be more serious about their craft. They’re not looking for love in all the wrong places like the Baja party girls. They often have songs or artists they specialize in and it’s not unusual for them to have greater musical aspirations.

 For example, among the regulars, Ian Mitchell is the white guy with a knack for early ’90s rap. Charles Davis prefers early ’80s pop like Tom Petty and The Cars. Laura Shareck belts out Alanis Morissette and Joan Osborne on a weekly basis. And then there’s doorman/KJ protégé and incredible mimic Jones who can sing Tracy Chapman like the woman herself, but whose standbys run more to Aerosmith, Bon Jovi and Nirvana.

 In fact, Jones and his wife, Bianca, who is also a karaoke regular, devote much of their non-karaoke time to their band Laden Angel. They see karaoke as a way of building vocal endurance and range for the love of the band.

 “I want to do the whole rock star bit one day,” Jones says, explaining his karaoke habit.

 And the Joneses aren’t the only ones with rock ’n’ roll dreams. Sitting alone at his usual spot at the bar, 38-year-old Charles Davis, the Tom Petty guy, has been in many local bands over the years. His current group, Luxury Liner, plays what he describes as “mellow pop rock.” Summing up his motivations for singing karaoke week after week, he looks into his pint and bobs his head up and down. “It’s fun,” he shrugs.

 

On September 30, 2004, two weeks before the Nobel Prizes were awarded in Stockholm, Sweden, the Ig Nobel Awards were doled out to their deserving recipients at Harvard University in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Among the winners, which included a researcher who investigated the scientific validity of the Five-Second Rule, and cited for “providing an entirely new way for people to learn to tolerate each other,” was Daisuke Inoue of Hyogo, Japan, the Henry Ford of karaoke. A former drummer and amateur inventor, Inoue created the karaoke box in 1970 for a client who couldn’t endure a business trip without Inoue’s musical talents. So, Inoue recorded a tape of his drumming to send with his client. He also sent a little machine, with microphone attached, on which to play the tape. Success.

 Following the triumph of this endeavor, Inoue set out to conquer the country with his karaoke box. He made many special tapes and started renting his karaoke machines out to local bars in Kobe. Sadly, he never patented his idea and so never earned the billions the karaoke phenomenon was destined to generate. The only karaoke-related patent Inoue owns is for a poison that keeps cockroaches away from karaoke boxes.

 But the Ig Nobles recognize his claim. Inoue’s brief acceptance speech for his Peace Prize was broadcast on National Public Radio: “Once a time, I had the dream to teach people to sing, so I invented the karaoke machine. Now, more than ever [singing] I want to teach the world to sing perfect harmony. You see? [singing] Coca-Cola. Let’s party!”

 

By 10:30pm on the same Tuesday night, it’s raucous enough to please even Inoue at Baja Bean, 60 people crowding the downstairs bar area.

 “John B.! Let’s get John B. up here!” From his booth, reading from the by now hour-long wait list of those signed up to sing, Miller announces the next singer.

 John Baxton, a Web programmer at UVA’s Darden business school and karaoke regular, heads to the mic. This man is as close as Baja karaoke gets to celebrity and a hush falls over the bar as all come to attention for what promises to be a recording contract-caliber performance.

 Laura Shareck and a friend are sitting with their backs to the microphone, but as Baxton emerges from the back of the bar, the girls swivel their chairs around to face front. Baxton’s choice of the evening is the ’80s hair-band classic “Still of the Night.”

 In his neatly pressed polo shirt and khakis, Baxton, who is black, doesn’t seem like the typical Whitesnake fan. But that’s not the point. Holding the mic close to his mouth like a diva, he shuts his eyes and throws his head back on the falsetto notes, sustaining them to their fullest. The man can sing.

 With Baxton channeling David Coverdale with frightening accuracy, Conley Jones, still perched on his stool by the door starts to head bang. He raises his left hand, signing the universal symbol for “hard rock” with his pointer and pinkie. His chin-length hair blurs as his head thrashes up and down.

 “Now I just wanna get close to you and taste your love so sweeeeeeeet,” semi-screeches Baxton. “And I just want to make love to you, feel your body heat, in the still of the night, still of the night, still of the niiiiiiiight!” Baxton brings the song to its crashing close and the cheers are deafening.

 Davis follows Baxton with “Stuck in the Middle With You” and the audience, indifferent again, resumes their conversations. Ian Mitchell follows Davis with “Ice, Ice Baby.” An anonymous trolling brunette gets up from her spot on the stairs and walks toward Mitchell. Soon, she’s shimmying up and down and all around him as he raps: “I’m killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom deadly, when I play a dope melody. Anything less than the best is a felony.” Catching his breath in a musical interlude, he shimmies back.

 Christina and Co.’s karaoke courage increases in proportion to their alcohol intake. It turns out Christina turns 21 tonight.

 “Christina! Let’s get Christina on up here.”

 This time, she and her friends bounce on up to the microphone without a hint of hesitation.

 Seconds later, the bootylicious opening notes of Eve and Gwen Stefani’s “Let Me Blow Ya Mind” sound throughout the bar as Christina and Co. stumble up to a TV monitor to view the lyrics more clearly. Clutching their microphones, they forget to sing, but remember to grind with each other. A group of women, who had been sitting at the bar drinking beer and paying no attention to the karaoke madness in their midst, suddenly jump up and join in the debauchery. Shaking their asses for each other’s amusement, one woman grabs the microphone from Christina and takes over lead vocals as the vice presidential debate heats up on close caption on the TV above the bar.

 That’s the capper to the night, right there. Miller paces outside the bar smoking a cigarette and giving his aching eardrums a break. Jones has moved away from the door to a booth so that he can sit with his wife, his arm around her shoulders. One by one, the karaoke pros, like Baxton and Mitchell, throw on their coats on and head home to rest their vocal cords for next Tuesday night.

Where to go for karaoke
Baja Bean
1327 W. Main St.
293-4507
Tuesdays, 8pm
Charlie’s Bar and Grill
221 Carlton Rd.
977-1970
Wednesdays, 9pm
High Street Steak and Grill
1522 E. High St.
977-5272
Tuesdays, 9pm
Club Rio
1525 E. Rio Rd.
975-3100
Wednesdays, 9pm
Jabberwoky
1517 University Ave.
984-4653
Wednesdays, 10pm
Peking Chinese Restaurant
115 Fourth St. NE
296-6399
Every day, after 3pm
 
Wild Wings Café
1935 Arlington Blvd.
977-1882
Thursdays, 9pm
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Ecology 101

Your article “It ain’t easy building green” [November 9, 2004] provides readers with another educational tool to help shift the general thinking toward more ecologically sound building practices. The article gave a great representation of local residential and commercial examples. Highly important among these are “green” schools. Not only do the buildings provide optimal learning environments, but also model the use of sustainable design and materials to future generations. How better to learn about something than to experience it?

 Over the past three years the Free Union Country School has been working hard to refine plans and raise money for an Arts/Classroom Building utilizing sustainable design, materials and construction methods. A design team led by VMDO architects Rob Winstead and Jim Kovach won a design competition in June 2003. Working closely with the faculty and staff of Free Union, the team has since then rendered a building that not only educates, but facilitates learning.

 Both Free Union Country School and Charlottesville Waldorf are fulfilling their roles as educators in a way that reaches beyond the immediate populations to generations to come. Two small, independent schools in the same community, working toward a common goal offer credibility to one another and their aspirations. These projects speak highly of our community and its vision of a sustainable future. I appeal to the community to support these projects and the promise they give for a cleaner future.

 

Jay G. Fennell

Development Coordinator

Free Union Country School

 

Getting greener

It was good to read about some of the “green” building activities in our area, in your November 9 issue. It is encouraging for people to learn how to lessen the environmental impacts their buildings have on our community and ecosystems. We are getting there.

 I’d like to add some additional information as to how we can be even greener and more sustainable. Where the building materials come from and their associated embodied energy (what it takes to make such a material product) needs to be considered.

 For example, bamboo made into flooring, as mentioned in the article, is a fast renewable plant as compared to hardwood trees. It makes a very durable “green” floor. But some consideration should be made to the fact it takes large amounts of polluting fossil fuel to ship it from the Southeast Asia to Charlottesville. Our community should know that responsible hardwood flooring from Virginia is possibly a more sound choice. It is not oceans away, but here.

There are three organizations in Virginia I know of that provide environmentally friendly wood flooring and other wood products from either restorative forestry practices or salvaging local trees that have been knocked down by windstorms. They are Appalachian Sustainable Development (ASD), Next Generation Woods and Logs to Lumber.

 Example: ASD makes it their mission to improve the health of forests and these more robust forests provide a more sound future income to Virginia landowners and aesthetic pleasure as well. Basically ASD will leave the best and healthiest trees, remove the worst, and will take no more than 10 percent of the forest cover. Their wood products are beautiful and long lasting. ASD also uses solar energy for their wood kiln operation, will use local horse loggers where possible, and they employ people from rural Virginia where the unemployment rate is still about 12 percent!

 Use good healthy environmental products, but first consider using responsible “green” products that originate from our local bioregion.

 

Eric Gilchrist

Charlottesville

 

Wings and a prayer

Charlottesville developers may be “keen on enviro-friendly construction,” but there exists a serious flaw in the construction industry’s idea of what an “eco-friendly design” is. Eco-friendly should not mean eco-deadly. The incorporation of huge amounts of sheet glass in “green buildings” turns these structures into aesthetically pleasing weapons of mass destruction.

 Window panes in homes and schools and entire walls of glass in multistory commercial buildings kill huge numbers of wild birds annually. Extensive studies over the past three decades estimate the annual toll to be between roughly 100 million to almost 1 billion birds in the United States alone. According to biologist Daniel Klem, Jr., of Muhlenberg College in Pennsylvania, “with the possible exception of habitat destruction, glass kills more birds than any other man-caused avian mortality factor, including the higher-image catastrophes resulting from oil spills, pesticide poisoning, and collisions with vehicles” and tall structures, such as wind turbines and radio towers.

 The large windows to be included in every classroom of the Charlottesville Waldorf School make a mockery of the school’s “emphasis in the curriculum on the natural world.” The City of Charlottesville’s new Transit Center that is now under construction will have anything but “a low environmental impact.”

 Although the deaths of so many avian creatures may be considered trivial at first glance, it most definitely is not. We should be concerned about their welfare because birds—and many other creatures—provide necessary environmental services for us, such as limiting insect, arachnid, and weed populations, and pollinating our plants.

 Architectural plans for “green buildings” that include large amounts of glass demonstrate ignorance of, and/or perhaps a total disregard for, the effect of our actions upon the environment that sustains us. An architect who truly cares about the environment would never design a building that can be expected to take a grim toll upon birds.

 The environmental conscience of the nation is awakening, but critical thinking is crucial to avoid a collision (literally) between building design and the organisms we must coexist with in order for the environment to function properly. Unless and until the glass industry is able to manufacture non-reflective tinted glass or glass with interference patterns that birds can recognize as an obstacle to be avoided, architects should incorporate skylights to bring additional natural light into buildings with smaller windows.

 Obviously, there is a dire need for students at all levels (including college) to learn about the natural world. Otherwise we will continue to behave as if we live in a vacuum—somehow apart from our surroundings—and our ignorance will doom not only birds and other creatures, but also ourselves.

 

Marlene Condon

Crozet

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The plane truth

—Fli-Curious

 

A: Well, Fli, though practically Lilliputian in physical dimension, the Charlottesville-Albemarle Airport is hardly a stagnant, small airfield. Total passenger traffic this year had reached 301,122 as of November 19, an increase of 13.7 percent compared to the same period last year. So you’d be wise to wear your steel-toed shoes when braving the copious crowds inside.

 According to airport PR folk, in October a record 18,529 people flew out of Charlottesville compared to 16,613 in October 2003. The Airport Authority’s executive director, Bryan Elliot, gives partial credit to the burgeoning local economy, but says increased jet service by United and US Airways express airlines since 2002 has probably made the most impact.

 To keep up with the influx in flyers, the Authority drafted a 20-year plan to expand the airport. Highlights include an 800-foot runway expansion, additional parking lots, and a 3,000-foot expansion of the main building, principally for baggage screening—all pending approval from the Federal Aviation Administration, the Virginia Department of Aviation and Albemarle County. Meanwhile, the airport is putting the finishing touches on an 18,000-square-foot hanger for the ever-growing number of private planes of the flossin’ crowd flying in and out of Charlottesville.

 For those of us without our own personal Lear jet, US Airways, United and Delta now provide jumbo jet service, most often to Atlanta, New York LaGuardia, Charlotte and Philadelphia. Larry Banner, vice president and director of membership services for the Charlottesville Regional Chamber of Commerce, says that beefing up CHO’s jet flight capacity will allow the airport to draw more local business travelers who might have previously driven up 29N to fly out of Dulles or Reagan airports, because “if people can get to a smaller airport without an increase in fees, they’ll do so.”

 And it’s not just local domestic travel that’s seen an uptick, according to Rochelle DeBaun of Peace Frogs Travel. Despite the currently lousy dollar-to-Euro exchange rate ($1.31 now buys one euro), Western Europe has become a popular destination for the Charlottesville trekker. Peace Frogs’ clients have recently flown as far as Mozambique and Tazmania.

 Ace believes the real question here, Fli, is why anyone would consider taking leave from this city in the first place. Please. Does Ace ever find the need to leave Charlottesville? Actually, Ace did spend two weeks in Philadelphia one weekend. But with those who claim the cheese steak and the steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art that Rocky Balboa made famous surpass the delectability of the Virginia ham and the beauty of the Rotunda steps, Ace simply has to differ.

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Tuesday, November 16
Giving voice to the beakless

While the drive-through window remained busy, a pair of young activists from People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals appeared outside the Emmet Street KFC this noon, dangling rubber chickens and holding signs that read “KFC tortures chickens” and “Boycott KFC.” Activist Kat Erdel wore a flat-screen television playing a message from “Golden Girl” Bea Arthur denouncing KFC’s animal abuse. The other activist, Ben Goldsmith, who said Charlottesville is the first stop on an 18-city PETA tour to encourage boycotts of KFC, further alleged that KFC suppliers cram thousands of chickens into small sheds and de-feather living birds by dipping them in scalding water. “We want people to know that KFC has done nothing to stop these cruelties,” he said.

 

Wednesday, November 17
UVA charter linked to improved economy

Speaking to more than 100 UVA employees and faculty in UVA’s new Special Collections Library, President John T. Casteen III again laid out the University’s case for increased autonomy from the State. The charter campaign, which is joined by William & Mary and Virginia Tech, will go to the General Assembly in January. Casteen was highly critical of the State’s decade-long economic abandonment of UVA and argued that increased autonomy would permit the school to better fund the kind of research that eventually leads to high-tech jobs. Speaking to C-VILLE, Casteen said: “When you have the kind of economic disaster that the Southside is going through now, for instance, if you’re an educator, especially at this place, and you don’t tell people what’s going on, then you have another kind of problem.”

 

Thursday, November 18
Road lovers will have to wait

Convening at the Omni Hotel for two days of pre-session budget brainstorming, the State Senate’s Finance Committee heard that this year’s budget surplus, projected to be near $1 billion, could be mostly accounted for by the time the legislative session begins January 12. Although Governor Mark R. Warner cites long under-funded VDOT projects as a priority, Senate budget guru John H. Chichester does not support using general funds for transportation, according to The Washington Post. It seems unlikely that in an election year there will be enthusiasm for raising the gas tax either, another proposed means of funding road projects.

 

Friday, November 19
Another school bus accident

For the second time in one month, an Earlysville Road vehicular mishap sent worried parents rushing from work to an accident scene and some children to the hospital to have minor injuries checked out. Shortly after 4:20 this afternoon, a stopped school bus was rear-ended by Earlysville resident Arthur Pearson, who was driving an SUV. Last month, near the scene of today’s accident, a bus driver ran into a ditch, causing the school bus to overturn. There were no serious injuries reported from either accident.

 

 

Saturday, November 20
City’s third killing

Shortly after 2am, Matthew Ray Nelepa was shot by an unknown assailant near the intersection of 7 1/2 and Elm streets in Fifeville. He died later at UVA Medical Center. Police ask anyone with information into the shooting to call Crimestoppers at 977-4000.

 

City School Board head apologizes

Addressing the Democrats’ monthly breakfast meeting, City School Board Chair Dede Smith recapped the tensions that have beset the division during the past four months. She stressed that federal education sanctions, combined with an urgent sense that closing the city’s achievement gap “is the right thing to do,” had prompted the board and new superintendent Scottie Griffin to move quickly to introduce new learning assessments and a reading program to schools, as well as to hire an outside auditor to evaluate the system. “The community reaction has been tough but good,” Smith said. “I wish we would have had more time. I apologize for that, but we didn’t.”

 

Sunday, November 21
Miracles abound at UVA

With yesterday’s 30-10 defeat of Georgia Tech—the Cavs’ first win at Bobby Dodd Stadium since 1994—UVA, today ranked No. 16 in the ESPN poll, now stands within punting distance of a prestigious post-season bowl game. And in U-Hall, the men’s basketball team surprised everyone with a 78-60 victory this afternoon over No. 10 Arizona.

 

Monday, November 22
Iraq takes first city casualty

The family of Marine Cpl. Bradley Thomas Arms, a graduate of the Covenant School, mourns today after the U.S. Marine Corps confirmed he was killed on Friday in Al Anbar Province, Iraq. The 20-year-old reservist, who fell to small arms fire, will be honored at Trinity Presbyterian Church once his body is flown home, said his mother, Betty Arms. Brad, who went on three mission trips with that church, will be further remembered by an eponymous scholarship fund through the Abundant Life Ministry for students at Blue Ridge Commons, his father, Bob Arms said. The family also urges donations to Ambassadors for Christ International. “We know Brad’s heart is in that kind of outreach,” Betty said.

 

Written by Cathy Harding from local news sources and staff reports.

 

 

 

Gay rights get a hearing
Council tells state conservatives to check themselves

Back off, Christian Right. That was the message City Councilors heard last week, as they considered a resolution protesting the Commonwealth’s ban on same-sex civil unions. It was the second time in two weeks that people descended on local government meetings, venting frustrations over the growing role of religious conservatives in every level of politics.

 On November 9, pro-choice advocates crowded the Albemarle County Board of Zoning Appeals to support a Planned Parenthood clinic on Hydraulic Road. On November 15, Council considered a resolution calling on the General Assembly to repeal H.B. 751, which is known as the “Affirmation of Marriage Act” and became law in July.

 Crafted by conservative Catholic Delegate Bob Marshall (R-Manassas), H.B. 751 voids any partnership between members of the same sex that would “bestow the privileges or obligations of marriage.” Opponents of the law say it is unfair and unconstitutional. Charlottesville City Councilor Blake Caravati says he proposed the resolution opposing H.B. 751 after constituents contacted him, asking Council to take a stand against the controversial ban. Council passed the resolution 4 to 1, with Rob Schilling dissenting.

 During the public hearing, Anne Coughlin, a UVA law professor, said the constitutionality of the act is questionable, and predicted it would mire the Commonwealth in lawsuits. Others said the law could prevent gay couples from executing wills or making medical decisions for their partners.

 “This law puts our family at risk,” said Claire Kaplan, an activist with the gay rights group UVA Pride.

 Others condemned the act as government intrusion into private life.

 “Every Virginian has the right to decide where their money goes or who can make medical decisions for them,” said Bekah Saxon, a city teacher. “Keep government small.”

 A few critics showed up, too. Harold Bare, pastor at the Covenant Church of God, criticized the language of Council’s resolution. One paragraph, for example, said H.B. 751 “does not reflect the needs and attitudes of an enlightened and educated people.”

 Bare said Council had attacked “the integrity of all those people who might oppose this resolution.” Seeing Bare’s point, Caravati struck the offending language from the resolution.

 In voting against it, Schilling said he worries “this Council overestimates its own importance, and in doing so undermines its own credibility.”

 Local Republican officials, who in the past opposed Council resolutions against the USA PATRIOT Act and the Iraq war, did not comment on this ordinance, though they were present at the meeting. Perhaps people like city party chair Bob Hodous recognize that casting their lot with religious conservatives might not play as well in Charlottesville as it does in other parts of Virginia.

 

 

Totally crossed out

Also on Monday, Jeff Rossman asked Council to reprimand Schilling for “using his office to suspend the First Amendment rights of our children.”

 Earlier this month, Schilling says, he received a phone call from a parent at Venable School, complaining that a political display in the school library included only information about Democrats, and that a picture of the President hanging in the hallway had a line drawn through it.

 So Schilling went to Venable, snapped some pictures and sent them to the school board. “Where I’m from, in L.A., gangs use red X’s to indicate they’re going to kill somebody,” says Schilling.

 Rossman claims Schilling demanded the picture of Bush be taken down; Schilling says Rossman is wrong about that: “My point was that I wanted the school board to consider the symbolism.”

 Bobby Thompson, the City’s assistant superintendent for school administration, says he heard similar complaints about Venable. Upon investigation, Thompson said Venable tried to get Republican material for their library display, but the party didn’t provide any.

 Thompson also ordered the crossed-out Bush picture be taken down, that is until he discovered that it was part of a second-grade art collage. “It was a student work, and not disruptive,” Thompson says.

 The whole controversy, he says, was “a misunderstanding that got out of control.”—John Borgmeyer

 

 

Burden of proof
Sharon Jones’ identity thief still haunts her

The average identity theft victim spends about 600 hours dealing with cascading hassles resulting from the crime. For identity theft victim Sharon Jones, 600 hours is chump change.

 Jones, a 41-year-old teacher at Walker Elementary School and resident of the10th and Page neighborhood, first learned that someone was running up bills in her name in January 1999. A customer service rep from Geico Insurance who shared the name Sharon Jones had lifted Jones’ identity from the company’s list of customers. The thief, who lived in Fredericksburg, eventually left Jones with $30,000 in unpaid bills.

 Jones spent years fighting the resulting court notices and false charges and trying to fix her damaged credit. Her struggle with the system seemed to be turning around in 2003, when she met with Virginia Attorney General Jerry Kilgore, who highlighted her case as part of his aggressive campaign to fight identity theft. C-VILLE Weekly published a cover story about Jones’ plight in February, and, subsequently, Jones appeared in an interview that ran on CNN and other news outlets around the country.

 Now that Jones’ case has been in the spotlight, would creditors start leaving her alone? Would her identity thief finally be brought to justice?

 Not a chance.

 In fact, bills from her identity thief continue to find their way to Jones. She was off work during a recent week to recuperate from knee surgery, and spent much of the time dealing with the newly surfaced credit woes.

 Jones’ identity thief blew through the new charges, which total about $3,000, during her glory days in Fredericksburg about four years ago. Jones first caught a whiff of these bills in July, when her application for a car loan got snagged on an overextended credit rating. Jones was able to convince the dealership that the bad credit rating was not her fault because the dealership’s finance manager was a former student of hers. Having to plead that she is not a debtor or a criminal is nothing new for Jones.

 “I have to prove myself over and over and over again,” Jones says. “I feel like a gerbil in a little wheel in a cage.”

 With the help of an identity-theft savvy state police officer and a lot of luck, the criminal Sharon Jones was actually arrested once, back in September 2000. She was nabbed in Mississippi after using Sharon Jones’ identity at the scene of a car accident. But by the time the case went to a grand jury, the arresting officer had been called up to active duty in the Air Force Reserves and was serving in the Middle East. Jones was never called to testify against her identity thief, and without the police officer on hand, the jury threw out the case.

 “There should be some kind of justice,” Jones says, adding that her criminal half is likely still free and “doing what she wants to do.”

 Jones has had no better luck in trying to hold Geico accountable for the crime, claiming that an attorney told her that the case wasn’t worth pursuing because her out-of-pocket legal expenses would be too great.

 “If I had money, I don’t think I’d be in this kind of predicament,” Jones says.

 Spurred by her continuing credit problems, Jones recently contacted the Fredericksburg Commonwealth’s Attorney’s office in an attempt to secure further criminal charges against her identity thief. Though she has had no luck there either, she says she intends to visit the office in-person in coming days to “make them see that I’m a real person and that I want them to do something.”—Paul Fain

 

 

HOW TO: Avoid getting the flu

With flu shots hard to come by this year, your risk of contracting the virus is high. Luckily, C-VILLE has some medically sanctioned ideas for avoiding the flu.

 Your mother has probably pounded the basic precautions into your head since preschool: “Wash your hands with soap!” “Drink plenty of fluids!” and “Cover your mouth when you sneeze!” Mom got it mostly right, except for that last one. Why would you want a handful of microscopic germs and mucus particles? When you feel the urge to sneeze coming on, grab a tissue or at least turn your head away from people nearby and expectorate into your shoulder.

 The basic notion to keep in mind is that flu prevention needn’t be a drag. A 1989 German study found that people who steamed in a sauna twice a week got sick half as often as those who didn’t. Some alternative health professionals also suggest that practicing relaxation for 30 minutes a day increases the number of flu-fighting interleukins in the bloodstream. And while you’re relaxing, savor a cup of low-fat yogurt with beneficial bacteria that stimulate the immune system.

 

Need to know how to do something? E-mail your questions to howto@c-ville.com.

 

 

Women’s work
Local feminist journal mixes art and politics

In an interview in the current issue of the biannual women’s journal Iris, author and activist Jewelle Gomez says her interest in playwriting emanates from the possibility for live performance to be “confrontational in a good way.” Finding a common thread between the poetry readings of the feminist movement in the ’70s and ’80s and the collaborative facets of theater, she continues, “I think that is one of the things that feminism is trying to do, to get people to accept being part of a women’s community in which everyone is connected.”

 The Iris release party on Wednesday night, November 17, at the Gravity Lounge, celebrating the publication’s 49th edition, might be viewed as a part of that lineage. A change from its traditional venue at The Prism, the larger event is a part of an effort by new editor Gina Welch to broaden the journal’s reach and drew on a renewed sense of urgency engendered by the Republican sweep in November.

 The issue’s theme—“Shattering the Myths”—was chosen before the national media crystallized “faith-based” as a descriptor for presidential decision-making processes, and Iris’ articles don’t address campaign issues head-on. But Welch, writing in her editor’s letter, casts the issue’s mission of candid discourse squarely in the fight against the Rove-ian narrative and the “complacency…that sustains myths.”

 Introducing three readings from the magazine and performances by New York singer-songwriter Sam Shaber, former Denali frontwoman Maura Davis and on-and-off locally based Lauren Hoffman, Welch said, “This issue comes out as a lot of things are turning against us. Hopefully this will be a coming together of like-minded people.”

 The fall/winter 2004 edition—a mixture of poetry, interviews, autobiographical essays, fiction, nonfiction, and book and music reviews—confronts a diffuse set of feminist topics. Pieces interpret contemporary TV and movies for gender politics, give compact disquisitions on female genital mutilation and dieting fads, include a personal account of a sexual assault, and meditate on how gender roles are expressed in personal choices and the roots of those choices in environmental circumstances. A story by Jennifer Moses imagines a married woman doomed by the conflicts between domestic and maternal comforts and her restless passion for a younger man with whom she has had an affair.

 Iris was launched by UVA’s Women’s Center about 25 years ago as a pamphlet and converted to bound form in 1983. Two editors ago, under Kim Roberts, the journal underwent another major evolution starting with the Spring 2002 edition when it moved firmly away from a scholarly mien and an emphasis on local figures and issues to “a more universal focus on young, educated, progressive women,” Welch says.

 Iris still depends on the University for funding and Welch, a part-time editor, also teaches a gender studies course in which students double as interns for the publication.

 About 100 people attended the release party at Gravity, each paying a $7 cover that included a copy of the new issue. The journal currently distributes about 1,000 issues locally (it’s available at New Dominion and Barnes & Noble, among other places) and another 1,000 nationally. The plan is to dramatically ramp up sales and improve Iris’ financial condition while maintaining its commitment to “defending and educating people about young women’s issues,” Welch says, by raising its profile, continuing its shift away from “buttoned-up” academic pieces and deepening its pool of contributors.—Harry Terris

 

 

Living the Poverty Diet
Lessons from eating on $2.55 a day

BY MITCH VAN YAHRES

I’ve heard it said that being poor is a full-time job. Last week I got a hint what this means when I participated in a Poverty Diet program sponsored by the Virginia Interfaith Center for Public Policy.

 In 2004 I introduced H.R. 260, which encouraged legislators to go on a two-week poverty diet—to live for a short period of time on what a Food Stamp recipient receives. When my colleagues on the House Rules Committee rejected my resolution, they said that I should provide them information about the program and they could do it on their own. The Interfaith Center took them at their word, created a curriculum and distributed it to congregations and legislators around the state. A few elected officials and several hundred Virginians participated in this experiment in empathy. The three-day diet culminated in six regional rice and beans dinners during which we shared our experiences.

 A Food Stamp recipient in Virginia receives approximately $2.55 per day, so I had to give up many items that I take for granted. For example, a one-cup container of yogurt costs 69 cents. Granola bars, one of my favorite snacks, cost approximately 75 cents each. The apples I buy are almost 90 cents apiece. In fact, most fresh fruits and vegetables were too expensive for my new budget. I am on a heart-healthy diet and typically eat a lot of fish, which was also now out of my price range.

 The first practical problem was the high price of breakfast. My usual dry cereal costs 50 cents a bowl. Fortunately, oatmeal, one of my favorite cold-weather meals, is cheaper. But it’s still 20 cents per serving. A half-gallon of milk is about $2, so there’s an additional 25 cents per bowl. Breakfast has already cost 45 cents and I haven’t added orange juice and coffee (at least 20 cents!)

 The first day I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch—25 cents. Including breakfast, I had only spent 90 cents! But then came dinner. I made a simple canned salmon dish ($1.70 per can) that contained no vegetables. I also baked a potato. All together my dinner cost $2.27, which put me 62 cents over budget. I made myself feel better about the extravagance by committing to leftovers the next day.

 On Day Two I had oatmeal for breakfast and, as promised, leftovers for lunch (and a 10 cent slice of bread.) Dinner was a big financial victory. I made a pot of bean soup, which cost $3.45, or 70 cents per serving. At the end of the day I had $1.25 to spare. But, I was in the hole from yesterday, and in order to keep costs down, I had four more servings of soup to eat.

 Day Three’s meals were no different from the first two days. Clearly, on a restricted food budget you sacrifice variety.

 

So what lessons did I learn? First, three days was not long enough to gain significant understanding of such a restricted diet. The nutritional challenges alone are daunting. As I mentioned, I normally eat a heart-healthy diet rich in fresh fruits, vegetables and fish. This would be difficult if not impossible if I had to rely on Food Stamps. It takes a lot of time, effort and creativity to plan cheap nutritious meals. I am reminded again that poverty is a full-time job.

 I learned that leftovers and cooking in bulk are essential to surviving on Food Stamps. In fact I realized how much food I throw away without noticing.

 I learned that I’m a lucky man. I’m healthy and content. I wonder how this would be different if I had to compromise nutrition and variety in order to make ends meet.

 

After H.R. 260 was killed in committee The Washington Post ran a story titled “Survivor: General Assembly.” The next day I received several e-mails on the subject. A few were congratulating me on my efforts, but a shocking number criticized me for it. One said, “I see very healthy, lazy ladies in the grocery store all the time…buying nice cuts of roast, steak, name brand foods…. Some of us work for a living and don’t live off the government, the way you Dems would like us to.” Another wrote, “It outrages me that working people’s taxes go to feed, clothe, and house idle people who won’t go out and work for their money.” And a third said, “[Food Stamp recipients] do quite well and are not in need of my sympathy.” It saddened me to think that there is so much hostility and suspicion directed toward the less fortunate.

 Reading over those e-mails made me think about the morals debate in the 2004 presidential election. The Bible reminds us that the poor will always be with us. It gives several reasons for poverty, ranging from personal choice to corrupt social institutions. Unfortunately, the current discussion focuses on personal choice and ignores societal reasons for poverty. In other words, it assumes that the poor are undeserving because they brought it on themselves and we shouldn’t help them because they will take advantage of our good will. We ignore the reality that a majority of Food Stamp recipients are elderly, children and individuals working full-time, poorly paying jobs. This is often just an excuse to hide a lack of concern. I worry about that. When did we become such a cold-hearted nation?

 In a time of rampant materialism, individualism and selfishness, it’s easy to forget that we are social beings. We would all benefit if we focused on the moral admonitions to love another, help the poor and to be humble instead of emphasizing the more divisive social issues.

 It is no accident that this Poverty Diet experience was scheduled in the days prior to Thanksgiving. As we celebrate our blessings let’s remember those we would often prefer to forget. The fact is, they could be us.

 

Delegate Mitch Van Yahres has represented the 57th District in the Virginia General Assembly since 1981.

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Road warrior

This letter is in reference to Andrew Leahey’s review of the November 5 Monticello Road/Army of Me show at Starr Hill, printed in the November 16 C-VILLE.

 I could not possibly disagree with this article more. First off, did your local fashion editor review this show or was it an actual music critic? What do shaggy blonde curls have to do with a review? I read merely a sentence or two about the music at hand.

 Secondly, it’s a shame to see you bash the same band that your readers named the Best Rock Band [Best of C-VILLE, August 3]. You made a comment that Monticello Road would not play many gigs outside of Charlottesville. What an incredible error. They have the most impressive tour history of Central Virginia bands in the past three years except for Dave Matthews Band!

 At the Starr Hill show, I saw 15 to 20 listeners at best for Army of Me. Yes, they did have to work for their applause. The only crowd that gathered was for Monticello Road. I couldn’t believe the number of people who sang along to the lyrics of their original material. I don’t think Monticello Road has grown comfortable with their local crowd, I just think that their fans are in the palms of their hands. And for you as a reviewer, familiarity breeds contempt.

 Lastly, I’d like to comment on the “overdone” performance. What does gum chewing say about a performance? Dave Grohl of the Foo Fighters says he chews gum onstage because it helps his vocal cords. The only stunt I noticed was Monticello Road throwing out a salute to the pun “…bust a cap in your cracker @$%” in “Belmont Song,” and that was great. I got to speak to Kyle Rannigan and the others briefly after the show. He was completely grounded and all smiles; he even gave me a free CD. I would say they are a completely approachable band as a whole. The only ego a saw was the alter ego of Army of Me’s lead singer, Vince Scheuerman, who sang in a faux British accent and wore a hideous costume jacket for attention. I ask you now, who is more genuine?

 Your review was a jealous and vindictive attack on Monticello Road, their “beautiful 20something” fans, and a personal attack on singer Kyle Rannigan. You should be ashamed. Local music needs your support. If you are a music critic, stay in your league and talk about the music.

 

Dave Semus

semustard@yahoo.com

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All in the family

—Scared Shifflett

 

A: Well ’fraidy cat, Ace delved into the annals of Virginia Colonial history seeking answers to your query. But before Ace regurgitates his research findings, yours truly, being a well-integrated member of Charlottesville’s social circle and acquaintance of many a Shifflett, can tell you that the names Shifflett, Shiflett, Shifflette, can I get a Shifflette?, Shiflet and even Schiflett have been around these parts for centuries.

 Genealogists and researchers concur that most of the 599 Shiffletts listed in the Charlottesville phonebook (the two Fs-two Ts-no terminal E spelling being the most common) are descendants of the first Shifflett known to reach the New World, John Shiflet. One of numerous 18th-century opportunists, Shiflet arrived in King William County in 1712 to get his piece of Virginia’s sweet Colonial land distribution deal.

 According to files at the Albemarle-Charlottesville Historical Society, John Shiflet begat what would prove to be an extremely fertile family. At the turn of the 19th century, numerous Shifflett clans had upwards of 11 children each, and the family’s record of fecundity didn’t stop there. In the late 1900s, Althea Shifflett and Gallant Shifflett of Albemarle County died, leaving behind 26 and 24 grandchildren, and 32 and 15 great-grandchildren, respectively. In 1973 Betty and Jimmy Shifflett of Earlysville gave birth to triplets on Christmas day, to give a few illustrative examples.

 Those who think the Shiffletts have a reputation as “moonshiners and backwoods marksmen,” as claimed by a 1994 article in The Daily Progress, have most likely overlooked the Shifflett history of community involvement, military service and, in some cases, exceptional athletic talent. Ace’s trek to the historical society revealed countless military records of Shiffletts who fought in both world wars, the Civil War and Vietnam. Earl J. Shiflet was Virginia’s Secretary of Education in 1972. And Barry Shifflett, who graduated from Western Albemarle High School, was drafted to play baseball for the Toronto Blue Jays in 1986.

 So when it comes to family pride, this tribe is not found wanting. One Charlottesville Shiflett even pimped his ride family style, ordering a license plate with the characters “1F & 2TS.”

 So, Scared, Ace recommends you chill it. The Shiffletts aren’t invading, they’ve just been around and abundant for eons. Ace hopes you note that he refrained from taking offense that you didn’t inquire about the colorful Atkins family. He assumes that’s because you’re already aware of the virtues of the low-carb culinary regimen. If the other Atkinses could convince the populace that bread, fruit and flour are bad for you, it’s no wonder Ace can report with such aptitude and cunning wit.

 

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“The only band that matters.”

Those words, declared by CBS, were used to promote the brick-throwing explosion of punk idealism and rebellion that was The Clash. There’s hardly a more compact statement of the scale and impossibility of rock’s sometime ambitions and pretensions than that.

 With the November 23 release of U2’s 11th studio album, How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb, it’ll be about a quarter century since CBS first issued that insensibly pregnant slogan. And for 25 years U2 has been finding unexpected answers to the questions raised by those words.

 Their releases consistently reaching the top of the pop charts—the band has never really bombed commercially—U2’s rock rebellion is longer-lived and, well, less rebellious than anyone might have first conceived.

 For U2, it’s not the blast of the Molotov cocktail, but the fervent glow of moral persuasion. With their singular but ever-changing music, their junkets into the avant-garde, their assiduously cultivated popularity, their candor about themselves, and singer Bono’s disciplined expression of the band’s artistic messages in his energetic political campaigning, U2 has forged a vital working definition for a rock band with social principles. It’s a mixture of relevance, worldwide reach and application of the group’s popularity that makes U2 plausibly “the only band that matters.”

 

By the time of the 1991 release of Achtung Baby, U2’s increasing success had made the foursome almost ubiquitous in the global cultural wallpaper of mass-market entertainment and created an uncomfortable relationship with the band’s faith in the gospel of rock.

 At the peak of stardom and in the maw of the corporate music machine, could the band’s heart-on-sleeve spirituality and earnest political conscience be anything more than a vocabulary of superficial poses used to move product? At one end was the singer, cosseted by fame and wealth and deeded a world stage to channel his psyche through time and space. At the other, the faceless, fickle audience of the telecommunications age, inundated, listening or not. U2’s Zoo TV tour in 1992 was a bracing reaction to the tension.

 Bono, once Paul Hewson, entered arenas at the beginning of that decade in a new set of guises—the Fly, Mirrorball Man, Macphisto. A preening, leather demiurge; a postmodern Elmer Gantry; the devil taken the form of a gauche, aging Vegas act; Bono reveled in the absurdity of being a rock icon and pointed up the irreducible koan of pop star as preacher—or of being a preacher at all.

 “Mock the devil, and he will flee from thee,” he told Rolling Stone at the time.

 Even more jolting was the way U2 embraced the music video format to transform pop into mixed-media performance art and challenge the channel-surfing apathy of its audiences. Onstage, live and recorded images were mixed with satellite TV news feeds and displayed on giant banks of video screens. Bono made mid-show calls to order pizza and pester the White House of George H.W. Bush. Linkups with residents of the besieged city of Sarajevo became a regular fixture.

 “One of the girls said the thing that we’d always hoped no one would say, but she did,” U2 guitarist The Edge (né David Evans) told Rolling Stone in 1993. “She said: ‘I wonder, what are you going to do for us in Sarajevo? I think the truth is you’re not going to do anything.’ It was so hard to carry on after that. It killed the gig stone dead. It was so heavy. I don’t know how Bono managed to carry on singing. It was such a crushing statement.”

 Another decade since those tours, it sometimes feels as though Bono is still flipping the channels, and somehow, dizzyingly, landing in the frame. There he is in September 1999, letting the Pope borrow his sunglasses and securing an appeal in support of Jubilee 2000’s campaign for third-world debt forgiveness. And again in Ghana in 2002, pressing for dramatic action to defeat poverty and AIDS in Africa on a continent-spanning tour with former Treasury Secretary Paul O’Neill. (In a memorably goofy image beamed across the planet, the pair at one point posed in striped tribal robes and caps offered them by a local chief in a gesture of comity.) This September in an interview on Fox, there was Bono dodging Bill O’Reilly’s knee-jerk defensiveness against anything remotely “anti-American” and disarming O’Reilly’s pre-rehearsed case for absolving the United States of responsibility by painting the AIDS crisis as intractably rooted in indigenous problems. And last Thursday, accompanied by The Edge on acoustic guitar, singing “Sunday Bloody Sunday” at the dedication of the Clinton presidential library in Little Rock.

 Likewise, U2, the mass-media corporate supertanker, continues to steam along in a sea of schlock. The band has engaged in an unavoidable cross-marketing scheme to promote the new album and the Apple iPod by offering a special version of the player pre-loaded with their music. They’ll unveil certain cuts and a remix on the soundtrack for the CBS television show “CSI.” U2 had already spent 2000 and 2001 applying for the “job of best band in the world,” as they said frequently, with the album All That You Can’t Leave Behind, and you get the idea that Donald Trump thinks this is going to be huge.

 But Bono also remains the first to parody the irony of rock star philanthropy. He tends to do things like finish off an eloquent description of a humanitarian crisis and its worrisome consequences for geopolitical stability with a sheepish, unbidden aside about the color of his underwear, as though some teenybopper had asked (as he did in a recent interview). When an evidently won-over Bill O’Reilly declared that Bono was “doing God’s work,” Bono responded, “God must have a great sense of humor to have meon board.”

And Bono is an impressive spokesman. Evangelizing across the media spectrum, Bono knocks his talking points out of the park. For example, in a recent interview with Salon.com, he skillfully laid out the pragmatic benefits of providing antiretroviral drugs to Africa in an era when America’s image abroad is at an all-time low: “There’s the political strand. It’s an important thing to do in a world where the flag is being dragged through the streets of foreign dusty capitals. These drugs are great advertisements for America. And they run the flag right up the flagpole—they rewire the way America is seen in the world.”

 In the The Price of Loyalty, Ron Suskind’s account of Paul O’Neill’s tenure with the Bush Administration, Suskind relates that Bono—whom he dubs the “FM Gandhi”—had to pre-audition for his Africa trip with the maverick treasury secretary with O’Neill’s chief of staff. Of his eventual “audience” with O’Neill himself, Suskind writes, “Bono was serious, knew his stuff about AIDS and debt relief and the World Bank, surprising O’Neill.”

 Bono, at least, sidesteps the frequent association of celebrity activists with infantile, empty sloganeering. In fact, the magnitude of the catastrophes on which Bono expends his celebrity capital gainsay cynicism with their sheer gravity. And Bono’s ennobling causes match the sense of purpose and zeal that has characterized U2’s music. In fact, they even make his frequent apologies for being a rock star seem excessive. And even though at certain angles social and political activism is still a confounding role for a band that’s lent a song to the movie Laura Croft: Tomb Raider, U2 has already addressed this joke more profoundly in its music than you probably could.

 When discussing the Right-wing leaders he’s lobbied in the course of his humanitarian campaigns, Bono sometimes tells interviewers that it’d be easier to play to type by “going to the barricades with a handkerchief over his nose.” Bono, The Edge, bassist Adam Clayton and drummer Larry Mullen met as high school students in Dublin in 1976, and Bono, eulogizing Joe Strummer after his death in 2002, said The Clash “wrote the rule book for U2.” But rock revolution for U2 was never a classist call to arms as it was for The Clash and punk rockers of their ilk. Instead, it’s an appeal to conscience wrought in a majestic amalgam of The Edge’s soaring guitar harmonics and Bono’s full-bore emotionalism and spirituality.

 “Rock music to me is rebel music,” Bono said in 2001 at Harvard’s graduation ceremonies. “What are we rebelling against now? If I am honest I’m rebelling against my own indifference. I am rebelling against the idea that the world is the way the world is and there’s not a damned thing I can do about it. So I’m trying to do some damned thing.”

 

U2’s 1980 debut, Boy, as the title implies, is kind of a sonic coming-of-age tale, appropriating the manic tempo of The Ramones to convey the angst of a restless soul traveling the indistinct boundary with manhood. The Edge announces himself as a developing alchemist of guitar textures on the album’s first track, launching “I Will Follow”—an ambiguous statement suggesting spiritual devotion—aloft in a rush of singing chords and chiming arpeggios. While not sustaining the intensity of the progression with the perfection they’d achieve in later albums, Clayton’s bass and Mullen’s drums nevertheless swell over the course of the song. In “An Cat Dubh,” the textures shift, calling forth a sense of lateral movement and foreboding, paranoia and betrayal. And another mix of guitar tones set the mood for the album’s coda, “Shadows and Tall Trees,” expressing resignation finally abiding self-doubt and uncertainty: “Do you feel in me/Anything redeeming/Any worthwhile feeling.”

 In the album’s deeply personal subject matter, its willingness to delve into the depths of the soul, its unabashed baring of the self and candor over personal weakness, Boy set down many of the pillars of U2’s work: honesty, an ability to apprehend irreconcilable contradictions and a repudiation of dogmatism, and unreserved passion.

 U2’s third album, 1983’s War, draws up in a desperate, anguished frenzy to decry political violence, turning martial bombast into a frontal attack on war itself. The album deploys overtly religious songs like “Drowning Man” and “40” as statements of authority and pleas for redemption. It is strident and righteous, yet simultaneously pacific. In “Sunday Bloody Sunday,” which memorialized the 1972 killings of 13 demonstrators by British troops in Northern Ireland and deplored the continuing cycle of violence there, Bono sang, “But I won’t heed the battle call/ It puts my back up/ Puts my back up against the wall.”

 In the concert album Under a Blood Red Sky, Bono introduces “Sunday Bloody Sunday” with the clarification that “this song is not a rebel song.” This iconic moment underlies the approach Bono has taken to his current activism—a focus on building awareness and unity in action, and on knocking on the doors of power regardless of the bitter taste it can bring. Perhaps most noxiously for Bono, who had written “Pride” and “MLK”—a pair of sweet paeans to Martin Luther King Jr. from the album The Unforgettable Fire—were his meetings with Jesse Helms, who subsequently expressed shame at having done “so little” about AIDS. In his Harvard speech, Bono declared he is “a believer in grace over karma.”

 U2’s sound has evolved greatly during the band’s three-decade history. In the hands of experimental producers Brian Eno and Daniel Lanois, the Edge’s guitar atmospherics were layered into complex sonic tapestries in 1984’s The Unforgettable Fire and fashioned into spare, moody grandiloquence on 1987’s The Joshua Tree. After a digression into somewhat clunky takes on American blues and soul in 1988’s Rattle and Hum came the industrial funk of the astounding Achtung Baby in 1991.

 

Achtung Baby was an ecstatic peak in U2’s efforts to find transcendence in studio rock, brimming as it is with a heady mix of spirituality and eroticism. Aching ballads like “One” and “So Cruel” blur religious imagery with impressionistic romantic narratives. In “Even Better Than the Real Thing” Bono brazenly importunes for a chance to give his interlocutor an orgasm; in “Until the End of the World” he assumes the character of Judas, reveling in the bitter, rueful sensuality of the ultimate betrayer.

 In Zooropa (1993) and Pop (1997) U2 pressed its interpretation of processed electronic sound forward, reaching a metallic extremity in the harrowing “Miami,” Bono’s imagistic deconstruction of that city’s plasticity. But even in “Miami,” it’s impossible to escape the empathy in Bono’s voice, even as the prominence of samples and artificial instrumentation can obscure the continuities in the U2 oeuvre. Zooropa’s “Stay (Far Away, So Close)” is a classicist guitar ballad, for example, and the arena-filling choral transcendence of The Edge’s guitar cuts through albums in songs like “All I Want Is You” from Rattle and Hum, “With or Without You” from The Joshua Tree, and “One” from Achtung Baby. In 2000, U2 backed off the club aesthetic with the rockist All That You Can’t Leave Behind, building 20 years of experimentation and exploration into something that somehow sounded like “classic” U2.

 “Vertigo,” the pre-released single from How to Make an Atomic Bomb, is a studio wizard’s idea of garage revival. The song begins with Bono counting out, “Uno, dos, tres, catorce” and with raygun guitar slashes that quickly give way to chunky power chords, swimming in reverb. Bono pushes out fragmented lines of verse in choppy aspirations and belts out “fe-el” in the chorus. Notes from guitar breaks puncture the air like light off a mirror ball, and a couple passages late into the song sound like they were spliced straight from Boy as more effects and accents crowd into the track. In a blistering performance of the song on Saturday Night Live last weekend, Bono, in customary shades and leather, stubble and a Mickey Rourke slick of hair, punctuated the song with his signature pantomime, pulling at his collar to reveal a wooden necklace while singing “Jesus ‘round the neck” and staggering like a cripple taking his first steps after casting off his crutches to “Your love is teaching me…How to kneel.”  “Vertigo” is about a young band first experiencing the exhilaration of playing rock ‘n’ roll. It’s hard not to think of the U2 of the Boy era, time-warping past the numerous evolutions the band has accomplished over the years. Yet a final passage from boyhood—the recent death of Bono’s father and the singer’s entry into lonely seniority—loomed over the creation of the album, the band has told the press. But what’s important for U2 is the license for renewal, for self-creation.

 In a 2001 interview with Rolling Stone, Bono said that one of the things that appealed to him about the debt-forgiveness campaign was the “chance to begin again, you’re free of the past.” He said, “I think you should be born again and again and again.”

 

Dizzying heights
U2’S RISE TO STARDOM

Fall 1976: Drummer Larry Mullen posts a notice on his high school bulletin board seeking musicians for a new band. Mullen, bassist Adam Clayton, singer Paul Hewson (Bono), guitarist David Evans (The Edge), and The Edge’s brother, guitarist Dick Evans, form the Feedback, later renamed the Hype, and finally U2. Dick Evans leaves the group in 1977 to join the Virgin Prunes, which disbanded in 1986.

September 1979: With manager Paul McGuinness and a deal with the Irish arm of CBS Records, the band releases their debut EP, U2 Three, showcasing early versions of “Out of Control” and “Stories for Boys,” which were to be re-recorded for the full-length Boy.

 

March 1980: On the strength of their growing popularity in Ireland and early exposure across the Channel with their first shows in London late in 1979, U2 signs a deal with Chris Blackwell’s Island Records. The band’sdebut LP, Boy, recorded with producerSteve Lillywhite, is released in October.

 

October 1984: U2 releases their fourthalbum, The Unforgettable Fire, inaugurating the band’s relationship with ambientexperimentalists Brian Eno and Daniel Lanois. The pair will also have principal production credits on The Joshua Tree, Achtung Baby, and All That You Can’t Leave Behind.

 

July 1985: U2’s memorable appearance at the July 1985 Live Aid concert for Ethiopian famine relief is an early icon of the band’s activist work.

 

March 1987: U2 releases The Joshua Tree, to become the band’s first album to reach the top berth on the Billboard chart. U2 would only fail to repeat the feat once with theirsucceeding five albums: All That You Can’t Leave Behind peaked at third place.

 

August 1991: Sonic-collage satirists Negativland deconstruct U2 the cultural force with a parody of “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For” on the single U2. Triggering the impassive legal mechanisms of thecorporate music establishment with the release, Negativland spends the next three years campaigning to regain control of the composition and compiles the documents of their struggle into a grander statement on artistic freedom in the book Fair Use.

 

November 1991: U2 releases Achtung Baby, marking the band’s turn into dance-beatelectronica, which will continue with Zooropa (1993) and Pop (1997). The band deconstructs itself in the supporting Zoo TV and Zooropa tours.

 

September 1999: Bono, as an envoy for the Jubilee 2000 debt-forgiveness campaign, meets with the Pope to secure a blessing for the group’s cause.

 

October 2000: U2 releases All That You Can’t Leave Behind. The album’s classicist U2 feel and redemptive themes turn it into a post-9/11 salve in the highly lauded Elevation tour.

 

2002: Bono and other Jubilee 2000 veterans form the DATA (Debt, AIDS, Trade, Africa) organization to continue their advocacy efforts.

 

November 2004: U2 releases How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb, their 11th studio album. A new worldwide tour—35 shows in the United States followed by 30 in Europe and35 more back in North America and closing performances in Japan and Australia—is scheduled to launch in March 2005.—H.T.

 

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Sleeping with the enemy

Anise Labrum was 20 years old and living in Los Angeles not long before the 2000 presidential election. She had been seeing her boyfriend for about a year. Back then, Labrum, a fashion stylist, loosely considered herself a Democrat. Her sweetheart, on the other hand, was a Republican. They knew they differed on politics, but it never seemed to get in the way. Then they moved to New York City, land of Democrats.

 “All of a sudden he became all, ‘O.K., woman, this is how to think, and if you don’t think this way, you’re less of a person,’“ she says. “The day of the 2000 election, we were standing in line waiting for our turns in the voting booths. He was talking loudly about how Bush was great and Gore was screwed, making sure everyone could hear him. It was so overbearing.”

 Soon after, she kicked him to the curb. “Our political differences set the grounds for anything else we tried to communicate about and eventually we never could,” she says. “I would never date a Republican, especially now.”

 

With the country deeply divided over the results of the recent presidential race—with Republican George Bush narrowly defeating Democrat Senator John Kerry and many voters in a blind rage over their guy—political affiliation has ascended to the top of requirement lists for potential mates. It now sits conspicuously next to “earning potential” and “full head of hair.”

 They’re even divided over who’s having more fun in bed. In a recent live and unscientific poll, ABC News reported that Republicans are happier with their committed relationships and sex lives than their Democratic counterparts. The poll also revealed that 72 percent of Republicans had worn something sexy to enhance their sex lives, as compared with 62 percent of Democrats. Similarly, fewer Republicans claimed to have ever faked an orgasm. Fake or not, Republican orgasms are increasingly being had with other Republicans.

 Charles Finney, a Republican, has dated a wide range of people, including liberal Democrats, and he says conservatives are among the best lovers because of their political ideology.

 “You can have sex with a beautiful woman, but you have better sex with a smart woman. The mind is the ultimate sexual organ,” he says. “Conservatives think for themselves. They are more about the individual and are more about personal truth. The nakedness of the individual and his own truth is a lot more intimate than the posh flamboyant exterior of a liberal facade.”

 The GOP=HOT formula works less well for Seth Weinburger, who lives in the swing state of Michigan, and considers himself liberal-minded and a Democrat, for the most part. In his late teens and early 20s, he dated numerous Republicans and didn’t think much about it. He figured they just always had differences of opinion, and he wrote the arguments off. Then at 21, late in the Clinton years, he was dating Christie, his fifth Republican girlfriend, and he started to re-examine his choices.

 “It came down to ideological difference,” says the social worker, who back then was living in New York. “With Christie, either we’d argue all the time or we’d avoid political discussions altogether. At some point, I realized she was planning on changing me and I was never going to be as forceful about my views as she was with me.

 “I decided that I needed to be careful about who I’m dating. I would never seriously date a Republican ever again,” he continues. “I’m more certain about it now with the tension surrounding the election. The fact that I don’t date Republicans doesn’t even have to do with who they are as a person—it’s to do with the huge chasm between us ideologically. I know it won’t work out so I just won’t try—even if they’re a nice person.”

 Inevitably, the bedroom battles have spilled into Internet dating. White Buffalo Ventures owns dozens of dating websites organized by interest groups, from tattoos and poetry to sign language. Sensing the moment, in June the company added democratsingles.com and

conservativedates.com. Since the launch, several thousand members have registered with each.

 Executive Director Brad Armstrong says White Buffalo doesn’t have a political agenda; it just follows a business template. “People get extremely passionate about politics around election time,” says Brad. “We’re just tapping into an expected area of interest.”

 Other dating sites have popped up online. White Buffalo isn’t alone. Singlerepublican.com greets visitors with: “Conservative American singles, are you frustrated with huge mainstream dating sites? Tired of sifting through thousands of profiles only to find liberals that don’t really share your viewpoints on important issues? Well you’ve come to the right place! We are dedicated to helping conservatives like yourself meet their perfect soul mate.”

 And singleliberal.com, we’re assured, is “coming soon,” according to its stand-in Web page.

 One hopeful Republican Romeo on conservativedates.com headlines his personal ad with “Save me from Liberals” and prompts potential dates to start conversations with him by asking about his liberal ex-girlfriend.

 Similarly, a democratsingles.com member explains first and foremost: “I can’t stand it anymore. Need someone who understands just how incompetent ‘W’ is, and how much harm he has done to U.S. relations with the rest of the world. Lets get together, talk politics and see what else we might have in common.”

 Professor Pepper Schwartz, a sociology professor at the University of Washington and a relationship adviser on perfectmatch.com, thinks people are distinctly less able to tolerate political difference nowadays.

 “You could have been a Rockefeller Republican and gotten along with a Kennedy Democrat without too much trouble, and now it is a lot less possible,” Schwartz says. “Politics now tends to be one of those litmus tests when you’re dating. People no longer ignore it. If you find out about someone’s views and you disagree, you feel that this is not your soul mate—how could they feel that way, what kind of person are they?”

 

But is political affiliation really the bastard to blame when it comes to relationship failure? Isn’t it possible that the relationship was doomed and politics were simply the catalyst? Power couple Mary Matalin and James Carville—she a GOP activist, he a Democratic one—have thrived for years. Their opposing viewpoints make for good copy, and it’s almost erotic to watch them argue on television.

 Political difference also proved to be an aphrodisiac during this year’s Republican National Convention in New York City, as craigslist.org featured countless personal ads from Democrats searching for fiery sex with a much resented Republican. In this case, the political divide seemed to heighten the S & M appeal of the arrogant Republican ass.

 Whether politics can be a distraction from or indicative of other, more subconscious factors, it seems inescapable. Relationship guru Amy Alkon, author of the syndicated advice column, “Ask the Advice Goddess,” began to notice that political tension was seeping into romance not long after Bush took office.

 “I never got letters about politics before Bush was president,” she says. “In the first letter I got about politics, a person used the word liberal when describing their partner, and they really meant turd. When you refer to your partner as a turd, the relationship is bound to crumble.”

 It would be easy to assume the romantic tension ended with the end of the election suspense. But Professor Schwartz predicts that things will get worse after the election, not better.

 “The fire will eventually go out, but not completely,” she says. “It won’t take much to get people’s anger burning very, very fiercely.”

Reprinted with the permission of The Village Voice and www.villagevoice.com.

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Tuesday, November 9
Big bucks for Virginia

Virginia is sitting on a pot of money for the first time in four years. Members of the General Assembly today met at the Boar’s Head Inn to discuss what to do with the cash. The bulk of the bounce in revenue results from Northern Virginia cashing in on huge increases in federal defense and homeland security spending. During the meeting, economists told attending lawmakers that NoVa’s boom should funnel about $900 million into Virginia’s economy, according to a Washington Post account. At the meeting, some budget gurus stressed that even with money to spend, the State must resist the “spending spree” of the late ’90s.

 

Wednesday, November 10
Talking about Jefferson School

The final product of the Jefferson School Oral History Project was today presented to the Charlottesville-Albemarle Historical Society. The project is a collection of essays and interviews with 35 people, many of whom graduated from the Jefferson School. “Various advocacy groups interested in saving the historic school building from development” pulled together for the effort, according to the publication. The Jefferson School, when it opened in 1926, was the only city high school that black students could attend. Though it was closed for any educational purposes two years ago, City Council continues to ponder its future use. “I would like to make a plea to the community not to tear the school down,” says Jefferson School graduate Helen Sanders in the document.

 

Court to AG: open up

Today the U.S. Supreme Court refused a request by Virginia Attorney General Jerry Kilgore to keep secret documents related to Earl Washington, a retarded man who was wrongly convicted of a 1982 Culpeper murder. The ruling satisfies requests by Washington’s lawyers and several news outlets to see the documents, which are part of a civil case Washington has filed against state police and other law enforcement officials.

 

Thursday, November 11
More green in Albemarle

Albemarle County officials today announced the creation of a new park. Measuring just under one square mile in area, the park in the northwest portion of the county will be Albemarle’s biggest—comprising 23 percent of the county’s total parkland. Robert Byrom, who donated the land for the park, requested it be dubbed the Patricia Ann Byrom Forest Preserve Park. Located on the north side of Route 810, between Brown’s Cove and Boonesville, the park will include nature trails.

 

Friday, November 12
AM 1450 on the way?

In yet another development in the city’s rapidly shifting broadcast media scene, a Kentucky-based company has applied for a new local radio station. Anderson Communications seeks to bring AM 1450 to the airwaves and plans to locate its transmitter on Z-95’s existing tower, located near McIntire Park. Anderson’s application is available for public review at the main branch of the public library. The company also owns an FM radio station in Kentucky.

 

Saturday, November 13
Weed pulls off the gloves

In a letter published in today’s Daily Progress, failed Congressional candidate Al Weed sharply challenged the paper’s post-election “told you so” endorsement of Fifth District incumbent Virgil Goode, whose resounding loss in Charlottesville and Albemarle was more than balanced by his hefty win in the Southside counties. Noticeably short on specifics, the Nov. 9 editorial lauded

Goode for not being a liberal. Cataloging his differences with Goode point by point, from deficit spending to abortion rights, Weed challenged the DP to pinpoint why Goode’s positions “are more appropriate than those of his opponent” in the future. “When next you endorse Mr. Goode because of his affinity with the District’s voters (though not with your readers and subscribers) you might also discuss with which of his well-articulated policies you agree…” Weed wrote.

 

Sunday, November 14
Great day to be a Hokie

After UVA’s heartbreaking 31-21 loss yesterday to Miami before another record-setting crowd at Scott Stadium, the state’s best hope for an ACC champ may rest with Virginia Tech, which, like Miami, is new to the conference this year and which heads into the week with the leading ACC record (4-1). Following the loss, the Cavs dropped to 18 from 10 in the AP rankings, which boosted the Hokies one notch to 15.

 

From Guv to Prez?

Though Mark Warner is mum on his political future as he enters his final year as governor, The Washington Post today floats the idea of a national candidacy for Warner heading into 2008. Among Warner’s political assets cited in Michael D. Shear’s article is the “NASCAR-loving, pro-death penalty, pro-gun rights, fiscally conservative campaign” that first lifted the blue pol to the top job in this red state.

 

Monday, November 15
Casteen’s big bucks

Among presidents of public colleges and universities, UVA’s John Casteen III ranks ninth in compensation, making $549,783, according to a survey released today by the Chronicle of Higher Education.

—Written by Paul Fain from local news sources and staff reports.

 

 

Clinic wins on appeal
Planned Parenthood will stay put—for now

“You’ve gotta give them credit,” says Tobey Bouch, a member of a local conservative Christian group, the Central Virginia Family Forum.

 The 25-year-old Bouch stood outside the Albemarle County Office Building last Tuesday, November 9, hands on his hips, as people wearing “I support Planned Parenthood” stickers teemed around him.

 “No doubt about it,” said Bouch. “They mobilized their people.”

 On Tuesday, November 9, hundreds of people descended on the corner of McIntire Road and Preston Avenue while Albemarle County’s Board of Zoning Appeals considered a challenge to a new Planned Parenthood clinic that opened on Hydraulic Road in August. The appeal was filed later that month by Renae Townsend, who lives near the clinic. In a 3-1 decision, with one member abstaining, the five-member BZA ruled in favor of Planned Parenthood.

 The BZA is appointed by the Circuit Court and typically hears arguments over building setbacks or the size of restaurant signs. On Tuesday, the board found itself the referees in a reproductive rights schoolyard brawl.

 “I think there’s a lot of people who felt stunned by the election results,” said Planned Parenthood of Virginia’s Executive Director David Nova. “Now we’re hearing about a mandate to overturn Roe v. Wade. This is an opportunity to debunk that message.”

 Expecting a large crowd, the BZA moved from its usual 50-seat meeting spot to the County Office Building’s 580-seat auditorium. County police officers roamed the lobby, and pro-choice activists were already taking seats at 10am—three hours before the meeting was scheduled to start.

 The room was already overflowing by 12:30, when Josh Rubinstein climbed the pale stone staircase outside the Office Building. “If this is the last place on earth where a woman has a choice, we’ll fight for it,” said Rubinstein, who lives in Crozet. “We’re not going to let people from out of town tell us how to run our county.”

 Like Planned Parenthood, the CVFF recruited supporters from around the state to descend on the hearing. Planned Parenthood estimated that 961 supporters turned out for its cause; CVFF put the number of its supporters at around 175.

 It began with the lawyers. Townsend’s attorney, Culpeper lawyer Michael Sharman, argued that the clinic is a hospital, not a professional office, and thus should not have been allowed in a residential area. (It’s ironic, several pro-choicers noted, because the facility was built to accommodate the hospital-like architectural requirements that Planned Parenthood expects pro-lifers will eventually force through the General Assembly.)

 County Assistant Commonwealth’s Attorney Greg Kamptner countered that Townsend had appealed too late. He said the County was correct when it determined the clinic was a professional office, like other out-patient medical centers.

 Meanwhile, police moved through the crowded aisles, herding spectators out of the auditorium. Their explanation that jammed aisles constituted a fire hazard did not satisfy some people. “Gentlemen!” cried one woman. “How can this be a public hearing when you’re ejecting people who want to be a part of it!”

 Those who exited lined the sidewalks outside and waved pro-choice signs at passing traffic. Those who stayed grew increasingly unruly as Sharman called people to speak in the appellants’ favor.

 Bow-tied UVA medical student Steve Smith, whose property abuts the clinic, drew a round of hisses when he called it “a dumpster of a medical center,” and asked if the board were ready to “answer for their decision” should he or his property be hurt by an attack on the clinic.

 Planned Parenthood called out local heavy-hitters, such as Virginia National Bank CEO Mark Giles, to speak on its behalf. As the public hearing opened for public comment, the topic shifted from zoning to abortion. Jack Marshall, who sits on Planned Parenthood’s Board of Directors, pointed out that Joe Scheidler’s 1985 pro-life manual CLOSED: 99 Ways to Stop Abortion tells Christian activists how to fight Planned Parenthood clinics with zoning challenges.

 By 6pm, everyone had their say, and the auditorium was half-empty when the board rendered its decision.

 “I was a sheriff in 1970, and I worked an abortion case where two babies were murdered, I thought,” said board member

George Bailey. “I sent people to the penitentiary over it. That’s still on my mind. I’d like to abstain,” he said.

 Board member Richard Cogan basically agreed with the appellants, while members David Bass, Max Kennedy and Randy Rinehart said the County’s original zoning decision should stand.

 After the decision, CVFF’s Bouch, Townsend and a few of their supporters stood around Sharman as the attorney outlined their long-term strategy: appeal to the County Circuit Court, then to the Court of Appeals if necessary, and perhaps the Supreme Court. On Friday, November 5, Townsend and five of her neighbors filed a lawsuit against Albemarle County, seeking to revoke Planned Parenthood’s special use permit.

 “The higher up you go, the wider the effect of the decision will be,” Sharman said. “That’s it in a nutshell.”

 Planned Parenthood organizer Holly Hatcher says she hopes pro-choice activists will now focus their energy on the upcoming General Assembly session. Commenting on CVFF’s lawsuit, Nova says “if they want to keep trying to shut down Planned Parenthood, the County’s going to need a bigger auditorium.”—John Borgmeyer

 

 

Buying time
Andrew Alston gets three years in prison for killing Walker Sisk

Virginia throws the book at its criminals. Unless, that is, the accused is able to fork up enough cash to hire an expensive legal team that can exploit the built-in protections of the law, such as the concept of “beyond a reasonable doubt.”

 That’s what happened on the evening of November 9 when, after hearing defense arguments rich in expensive expert testimony and forensic evidence, but with no compelling eyewitnesses for the defense, a jury of three women and nine men found former UVA student Andrew Alston guilty of voluntary manslaughter rather than the second-degree murder charge the prosecution had sought in Alston’s killing of Walker Sisk, 22, a volunteer firefighter and Free Union resident. The following afternoon, the jury sentenced Alston, 22, to three years in prison, one year of which he has already served in jail while awaiting his trial. Based on his behavior behind bars, Alston could be back on the street by as early as August 2006.

 Witnesses say the altercation that ended Sisk’s life began after Sisk and one of Alston’s companions exchanged insults across 14th Street after a night of barhopping on the Corner in the early morning hours of November 8, 2003. The incident escalated as Sisk crossed the street to confront Alston’s group, but the fatal step was taken by Alston when, according to his own testimony, he “pulled out a knife.”

 The defense, headed by swarthy, cowboy-booted Alexandria attorney John Zwerling, known for defending Lorena Bobbitt and other high-profile clients, said Alston pulled the knife to defend himself from Sisk, whom Alston described, between the loudly quivering breaths that characterized his testimony, as a “furious man, crazy.”

 Moments after Alston pulled the knife, Sisk lay dying near the corner of 14th and Wertland streets, stabbed and slashed 20 times, the lethal wound penetrating his left lung and heart.

 Outside Judge Edward L. Hogshire’s courtroom on the afternoon of November 10, just after sentencing Alston, jury foreman Juandiego Wade said the jury felt they had made the decision that was “best for the community.”

 During closing arguments on the previous day, Zwerling had walked the jury through its options. Zwerling held up a placard enumerating what a “not guilty” verdict encompasses. The bullet points went up the scale from a belief in the defendant’s innocence to the belief that the defendant “is guilty but the evidence falls short.” Shortly following Zwerling’s presentation, the jury went into deliberations.

 During the five-and-a-half hour wait for a verdict, friends and family of both Sisk and Alston congregated in the lobby of the courthouse and on its front steps, talking, smoking, resting and occasionally laughing. When word spread that a decision had been reached, both groups reconvened in the courtroom. The room received the manslaughter verdict in utter silence.

 In his emotional testimony, Alston, crying at times, recounted what memory he said he had of the events after he pulled his knife: “[Sisk] grabbed [the knife] out of my hand and then he lunged at me with it.” Alston, claiming that he feared for his life, said he then grabbed Sisk’s hand and “just kept pushing away from me.” According to Alston, the 20 stabs and cuts to Sisk were delivered by Sisk’s own hand.

 Key to this seemingly absurd explanation was the defense team’s assertion that when Alston attempted to protect himself from the knife-wielding Sisk he had used aikido moves learned in an eight-week martial arts class. Through a demonstration by Alston’s former aikido instructor and classmate, the defense used perfectly choreographed maneuvers to account for the pattern of wounds across Sisk’s, chest, shoulders and back. Later, forensics experts, whose testimony cost at least $20,000, confirmed the plausibility of the scene despite the fact that Alston’s blood-alcohol level just after the time of the assault was more than two times the legal limit. No eyewitnesses testified to seeing any such aikido moves.

 Assistant Commonwealth’s Attorney Jon R. Zug didn’t buy this theory. In his closing arguments the charismatic prosecutor asked the jury how, if Alston was such an aikido master, did Sisk get the weapon out of Alston’s hands in the first place?

 “Where was your aikido then, buddy?” Zug asked, his voice rising as he turned from the jury to face Alston.

 The jury, however, took the bait, going with the lesser charge.

 During the sentencing phase of the trial, the prosecution’s case was simple. Zug presented the jury with a stack of papers that detailed Alston’s prior felony and misdemeanor assault convictions for a 1998 attack, when Alston was a juvenile. The purpose was clear: to establish a pattern of violent behavior.

 The defense, however, called a number of character witnesses—friends, family, Catholic priests from Alston’s Pennsylvania private school, and Alston’s psychotherapist. Many of these witnesses talked about the June 2002 suicide of Alston’s brother, Timothy, and how Alston served as a source of strength for his family around the time of that event. His psychotherapist, Dr. Marilyn Minrath, whom he started seeing in June, said Alston suffers from “unresolved grief.”  The jury spent five hours deliberating Alston’s sentence. Upon hearing the words “three years,” Alston hugged both his lawyers. Sisk’s family and friends sat stunned. Later, when he was led out the back of the courthouse, Alston smiled and joked with Sheriff’s deputies before heading back to the Charlottesville-Albemarle Regional Jail.

 In front of the courthouse, the Alston family went their separate ways before Sisk’s friends and family began to emerge from the courtroom.

 While praising the jury’s “thoughtfulness,” Zug expressed disappointment with the sentence.

 “It’s tough for me to believe that the life of somebody is only worth three years,” he said, looking weary.

 Greg Snyder, a Sisk friend who had helped to change Walker Sisk’s diapers, stood smoking a cigarette on the steps of the courthouse.

 “There’s no explanation,” he said quietly, “but that there was a proportion to punishment that was not followed today.”—Nell Boeschenstein

 

 

HOW TO: Roast a fresh turkey
Say goodbye to the deep-frozen, store-bought bird, and this Thanksgiving dip into some truly fresh meat. Kate Collier, owner of Feast! specialty food market, has these pointers for preparing a fresh-kill bird.

1. Preheat oven to 500°. Place the rack in the second-lowest oven position.

2. Remove turkey from the brine and dry thoroughly with paper towels. Allow turkey to come to room temperature.

3. Fill cavity of bird loosely with rosemary, thyme, sage, two roughly chopped onions, two chopped carrots and two chopped celery stalks.

4. Generously rub butter and seasoning into the skin of the entire bird.

5. With the breast up, place turkey on a rack in a roasting pan.

6. Tightly fit aluminum foil over the breast area. Fold it in half, remove, spray with vegetable spray and reserve for later.

7. Roast for 30 minutes, until golden brown.

8. Reduce the heat to 350°, apply the foil to the breast plate, and roast the turkey to an internal temperature of 160° (the turkey will continue to cook to 165° while resting).

9. To check temperature, stick a thermometer through the foil into the thickest part of the breast. Allow 12-14 minutes per pound (cooking time for an 18-pound turkey is approximately 2.5-3 hours).

10. Move the cooked bird to a cutting board and let stand 30 minutes before carving.

Need to know how to do something? E-mail your questions to howto@c-ville.com.

 

 

America, can we talk?
UVA’s Vamik Volkan shrinks America’s head

America, I’m coming to you as a friend. I understand you’ve had a hard time recently. You’re under a lot of stress.

 You’re a great country, but let’s face it—you have some anger management issues. And lately you’ve been spending more time with those people who stand on the street corner, screaming about the end of the world.

 We love you, America. Frankly, though, we’re worried.

 Maybe you need professional help.

 Let me recommend someone you can talk to. His name is Vamik Volkan. He’s a Turkish doctor and professor emeritus at UVA, and in 1987 he founded what is perhaps the school’s funkiest offshoot—The Center for the Study of Mind and Human Interaction.

 Volkan’s larger claim to fame, however, has been his work in the field of psychopolitics. For the past two decades, he has studied large-group psychologies and the dynamics of mass movements.

 Two years ago, he founded a publishing company in Charlottesville, Pitchstone, which just released Volkan’s new book, Blind Trust: Large Groups and Their Leaders in Times of Crisis and Terror.

 America, wait! Don’t get mad. Look, I know you don’t care much for books. I’ll admit, Volkan’s no Tim LaHaye, but give him a chance. Volkan’s a pretty smart guy, and he just might be able to help you.

 Between 1980 and 1986, Volkan sat in on a series of unofficial dialogues between Israel and Egypt as a member of the American Psychiatric Association’s Committee on Foreign Affairs. The group investigated the psychological aspects of the long-running conflicts between Arabs and Jews. Since then, he’s participated in negotiations all over the world between all kinds of people who passionately hate each other.

 America, give Volkan a chance. On a recent afternoon he and I sat in his living room, decorated with the kind of large brass trays on which Turkish people serve meals to big groups. Volkan explained exactly what he would say to you, America, if you would just go talk to him.

 “Every enemy is real,” says Volkan. “They’re shooting at you. But there’s also a fantasy. We project ideas onto our enemy.”

 Admit it, America. Both you and Al-Qaeda are guilty of this. The “great Satan” is on par with “either you’re with us or with the terrorists,” don’t you think? Huh, maybe?

 On September 11, America, we took a terrible hit. In our collective pain and helplessness, Volkan says, we naturally started dwelling on past humiliations, like Pearl Harbor, and imagined all the bad things that might happen to us next. In these times of fear, individuals tend to identify closely with their large groups—they become more “American” or more “Muslim.” People also tend to look to their leaders as “saviors” who, like a father, might protect them from unseen threats.

 America and Al-Qaeda are similar, Volkan says, in that both of their leaders claim to be inspired by God.

 “Gods do not negotiate,” says Volkan. “They only give you permission to kill the devil. Both sides start talking about a clash of civilizations, and the talk is what makes it real.”

 America, you know Al-Qaeda isn’t going to disappear, or negotiate. There’s no simple solution. Yet Volkan suggests a good start might be letting go of all the lofty rhetoric about gods and monsters, good and evil, and to stop listening to those crazies scream about Armageddon.

 Relax, America. Take a deep breath. Lie down on Volkan’s couch and forget for a while about the liberals, conservatives, terrorists, fascists, homosexuals and zealots lurking in the shadows.

 “When you actually go out and talk to people,” says Volkan, “they’re pretty much all the same.”—John Borgmeyer