To the list of racial disparities in Charlottesville and Albemarle County, we can add arrest rates: According to a new study, African Americans are booked at significantly higher rates than whites at the Albemarle-Charlottesville Regional Jail, and the greatest disproportionality occurs during felony arrests.
This is a national problem—black adults are 5.9 times more likely to be incarcerated than whites, according to The Sentencing Project, and racial disparities exist in every stage from arrest rates to the lengths of sentences. But to address the problem locally, City Council hired an independent consulting firm to collect data on both the city and the county, solicit community feedback, and make recommendations for change. While it’s mostly being funded by the Virginia Department of Criminal Justice Services, the city is picking up $10,000 of the $100,000 tab.
After 10 months of analyzing data, MGT Consulting Group—a “disparity solutions” consulting group with approximately 10 offices across the country, and one in Richmond—held four community meetings to gather additional, firsthand experiences from folks such as ex-offenders, victims, witnesses, cops, jail staff, and attorneys.
At the first meeting, on April 25 at Jack Jouett Middle School, MGT announced that although the disproportionality is smaller when it comes to misdemeanor arrests, black arrest rates are still considerably higher.
This isn’t news for some.
“You’re probably saying this is something you already know,” admitted project director Reggie Smith. He added that the firm will not release any other, more specific, data until the study concludes in June.
He then turned the floor over to the first speaker, a woman who came to talk about her experiences with law enforcement. She was recently involved in a small fender bender, called the police for safety, and ended up behind bars, she said.
This was a story that other people in the room knew too well, and some nodded their heads in support. “The whole call went so wrong, and I felt like, ‘Lord, I shouldn’t have called the police,’” the woman said.
When the man she collided with became aggressive, she said she felt unsafe and called for help. And when the cop arrived on the scene of the already-tense situation, she said, “He automatically assumed I was the aggressive person. …We went back and forth, but nothing disrespectful, and he placed me under arrest.” Her charges? Disorderly conduct and DUI.
When the officer indicated that he smelled alcohol, she said she admitted to having a beer, which she told him wasn’t against the law. She said she then refused a breathalyzer test because she didn’t know her rights. The cop took her to the magistrate’s office to swear out a warrant for a blood test, which was then administered at UVA. After the test, she said he took her back to the jail, where staff gave her the option of staying locked up until they could ensure she wasn’t drunk, or taking the breathalyzer test to prove her sobriety. When she opted for the latter, she blew a 0.02 percent, she said, well below the legal limit of 0.08 percent.
Her car was towed from the scene—even though she said her sister and neighbor were on-hand to park it in her driveway—and now she’s hoping to be reimbursed for the $250 it took to get her car back.
“If it had been a white woman, then it would have been handled totally differently,” she told the consultants.
Another person talked about the disproportionate police presence at race-related protests compared to demonstrations about gun control or the environment, and specifically noted the large number of undercover cops in unmarked vehicles at the recent Charlottesville High School Black Student Union protest in McIntire Park.
“It’s something about race,” she said. Referring to the police, she added, “Something about anti-racist activists just trips their trigger.”
A man told the consultants about recently buying a house in a new neighborhood. One day before move-in, he went to check out his new digs during his lunch break, and said he noticed a white woman following him through the neighborhood in her car. When he parked outside his new house, she did, too. And when he introduced himself, he said she refused to give him her name, said he was “harassing her,” and called the police.
“I just walked away because I didn’t want to be the next Trayvon Martin,” he said. “It’s just this idea that I can’t even exist without the police being called on me for being in a place that someone thought I shouldn’t be.”
The last person to speak was Darrell Simpson, a former Sheriff’s deputy in Rockingham County who has also worked as a case manager for the Department of Corrections.
“One of the reasons I left that line of work is the disparity and disproportionality that I witnessed, and the fact that my viewpoints were in the extreme minority,” he said, adding that he often witnessed racism from “inside the walls. …I didn’t feel like I was really a part of the family in any of those settings, so I decided to get out.”
Harold Folley, a community organizer with the Legal Aid Justice Center, attended the April 27 meeting at the Carver Recreation Center, where he says approximately 10 or 15 people shared their stories.
He notes that MGT didn’t share any specific data it has collected, and that most people are already aware of the local disparity.
“You didn’t have to do a $100,000 study to say, ‘Oh my God, this is happening,’” he says.
And perhaps there was a relatively low turnout because people have little faith that this study—or any study—could actually have any influence on the criminal justice system.
Says Folley, “They just feel like nothing’s going to change.”
Corrected May 1 at 12:55 to show that the disproportionality is smaller when it comes to misdemeanor arrests. We originally reported the study showed that the disparity is smaller when it comes to misdemeanor arrests.
The outspoken Confederates convicted for trying to remove the shrouds that once covered the Lee and Jackson statues downtown were back in court on appeal April 25–and one of them was back to his past courtroom antics.
Christopher Wayne, a 35-year-old from Monterey, was removed from the courtroom, handcuffed, and given an additional 10 days in jail for his bad behavior, which included hurling a pen across the room and screaming, “You can all go fuck yourselves.”
In March 2018, Wayne was found guilty of destruction of property and two counts of trespassing. Judge Joseph Serkes—whom Wayne repeatedly argued with—sentenced him to serve five months in jail, prompting the defendant to spew profanity outside the courtroom, and flash his middle finger at reporters.
During this go-round, in Charlottesville Circuit Court, Wayne continued to make offhanded comments to testifying witnesses, his own attorney, and prosecutor Nina Antony, who asked him to stop multiple times. Judge Rick Moore called it “entirely improper,” but refused to reprimand him in that moment.
“If he thinks he’s helping his case, I’m going to let him do it,” Moore said, noticeably annoyed.
Defense attorney Josh Wheeler, former director of the Thomas Jefferson Center for the Protection of Free Expression, called two of Wayne’s friends—one who said he met the defendant through “heritage events” and the other through the Virginia Flaggers—to the stand to dispute evidence from another witness, Hank Morrison, who claimed he saw Wayne tampering with the tarp in Market Street Park on February 16.
Morrison recounted seeing Wayne standing inside the orange fencing the city had erected around the Lee statue. He also said it sounded like someone was yanking on the tarp that shrouded Lee as the city mourned the August 12, 2017, death of Heather Heyer.
Wayne and one other person, identified as William Shifflett, began walking away when they noticed Morrison take out his cell phone to call the police, Morrison said. An officer responded almost immediately and stopped Wayne and Shifflett near the park.
But both Shifflett and Wayne’s other friend, Barry Isenhour, who said he drove the men downtown that day for “supper” on the Downtown Mall, testified that they never saw Wayne tamper with the tarp covering the statue.
Wheeler argued that the testimony from Shifflett and Isenhour was as credible as Morrison’s, and the judge agreed.
Moore upheld Wayne’s guilty verdict for trespassing that day, but dismissed the charge for destruction of property, saying the prosecutor didn’t prove without a reasonable doubt that he also tampered with the tarp that night. Though “chances are, he did it,” Moore said.
He also found Wayne guilty of trespassing in Court Square Park on February 23. Detective Declan Hickey testified that he saw Wayne hiding in the park’s bushes after 11pm, when the park is officially closed, which is marked on signs at its entry points.
When Hickey approached Wayne, the officer testified the defendant claimed he didn’t know the park was closed because he can’t read. Added Hickey, “He called me a fat cunt [and] asked how many kids I’d had sex with,” and when he took him to jail, Hickey said Wayne told the magistrate he identified as an “African helicopter.”
This second guilty verdict apparently didn’t sit well with Wayne, who stood, called it “a farce of justice,” and said he was just trying to enjoy his Confederate statues.
“Your statues?” asked Moore of the Monterey man.
Wayne then asserted again that he couldn’t read the “no trespassing” signs.
“I don’t know [I’m trespassing] if I don’t know how to read,” Wayne said. And answered the judge, “I don’t think you know how to think. …Your attitude is horrible.”
Deputies stationed in the courtroom began inching toward the aggravated defendant, which is when he threw his pen and shouted an obscenity as he was being escorted out. Out of view, but within earshot, Wayne was charged with contempt of court. A short physical altercation could be heard as he was being handcuffed.
“Christopher!” exclaimed one of his supporters, who was also clearly frustrated.
“Bring him back in,” said the judge. Moore then added an additional 10 days for bad behavior onto Wayne’s 45-day jail sentence.
“If you want to keep adding to the sentence, I will let you do that,” the judge said, to which Wayne responded, “Great.”
Brian Lambert, who flashed a white power symbol at his last trial was also appealing his statue-related convictions, but, as the judge noted, behaved considerably better than Wayne this time around.
Moore found that Lambert, 50, was still guilty of the two trespassing and two destruction of property charges, but that the sentence Serkes initially imposed of eight months in jail was too harsh.
Even Antony, the prosecutor, said that punishment was “substantially more than what we would ever anticipate, and Moore sentenced Lambert to just 55 days.
The men didn’t have the right to interfere with the shrouds just because they didn’t like them, Moore reminded them. “We are a nation of laws,” he said.
Lambert said he was “embarrassed for the town,” after August 12, 2017, and the tarps “added insult to injury. …In my heart, I really honestly felt like I was doing the right thing.”
Quipped Wheeler, who also represented Lambert, “The road to hell is often paved with good intentions.”
Correction April 30: Josh Wheeler is the former director of the Thomas Jefferson Center for the Protection of Free Expression, not its current director.
The release of Avengers:Infinity War last year felt like the grand payoff of our decade-long investment in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Twenty years ago, most of the public hadn’t even heard of many of these heroes, but their erasure from existence by the snap of Thanos’ finger and our resulting shock showed how entrenched they’d become in our psyche.
The second part of this saga, Avengers:Endgame, is not only the narrative completion of Infinity War’s breathless conclusion, but also the necessary tonal counterpart. Part one was Thanos’ journey, the execution of his lifelong plan to bring devastation to the universe in pursuit of his brand of justice. From his point of view, he was the hero of this story, while the Avengers were mere supporting characters and temporary obstacles. Endgame puts our favorite superheroes back in the spotlight for a more familiar MCU ensemble adventure, bringing hope and humor back to a world that had lost its reason to live.
To avoid spoilers, we won’t describe the plot in too much depth, but suffice to say there was always going to be a way out in a story that involves time manipulation at either the cosmic or microscopic level. Infinity War did an exceptional job depicting the emotional reaction to the possibility that a solution is even possible. After five years of accepting their loss, optimism is a risky prospect. What if they only make things worse? What if they believe in the possibility that they might succeed, only to fall even farther?
While there is little point comparing Infinity War to Endgame in terms of quality—picking a favorite is like asking which piece of bread is your favorite when both are essential to the sandwich—there is a unique joy to Endgame that was missing in its predecessor. In Infinity War, as Thanos collects more stones, we discover how fragile the universe is and how helpless mortals are against cosmic forces. It made for a compelling and tragic space opera, but stood apart from the rest of the MCU. In Endgame, the power of working with one another to overcome past mistakes for the sake of future generations is uplifting. Regret and failure make us want to retreat into isolation, but sharing it with each other, searching for the things that unite us, is a powerful way to confront these challenges.
One last significant distinction worth mentioning is that Infinity War felt like a tightening noose on the entire cinematic universe, one that condensed all of these disparate narratives and forever changed them. Its ending left us wondering how anything could follow it (putting aside the fact that “comic book deaths” are notoriously impermanent). Endgame opens up the story to limitless possibilities, bringing together characters in very unexpected ways and pulling others apart. This is a resolution to this chapter, but this is not the end of the story, not by a long shot. God help you if you’re a newcomer to the series, but if you care about these characters, even a little, Endgame will be the gratifying experience you’ve been hoping for.
Avengers: Endgame, PG13, 181 minutes. See it at Alamo Drafthouse Cinema, Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX, and Violet Crown Cinema.
See it again
True Grit
PG, 135minutes. See it May 5 at Regal Stonefield Cinema.
Just a couple of months after local tech company WillowTree began restoring the historic Charlottesville Woolen Mills to become its new headquarters, collaborators in an ambitious food and drink project have announced plans to move into the brick behemoth on the Rivanna River. The Wool Factory will include a restaurant, event space, brewery, and a coffee and wine shop in 12,000 square feet of the building. (WillowTree has said it will renovated 85,000 square feet and lease it for 10 years.) Built around 1820, the mill became Albemarle’s largest employer before its closing in the 1960s.
Brad Uhl, Brandon Wooten, and Dan FitzHenry, part of the team behind Grit Coffee, are driving The Wool Factory venture. Notable participants include Champion Brewing owner Hunter Smith, who will launch a spinoff, Selvedge Brewing, in the renovated space. Executive chef Tucker Yoder, formerly of Back 40, will head up the restaurant Broadcloth, oversee catering, and create a menu for Smith’s brewery. Grit will open The Workshop, a coffee and wine spot.
Located on the eastern edge of Charlottesville, about a mile from the Downtown Mall, The Wool Factory’s opening is planned for late 2019 or early 2020 according to a press release.
Twice is nice
The second edition of Nancy Bauer’s Virginia Wine Country Travel Journal, the popular guide to area vineyards, is hot off the press. Bauer has been exploring the commonwealth’s wineries and writing about the industry for a decade. C-VILLE Weekly readers can get free shipping on the journal by entering the promo code CVILLE at Bauer’s website, Virginia Wine in My Pocket (vawineinmypocket.com).
Pun alert!
Root 29 is the name of the new restaurant and cocktail lounge due to open in May at the DoubleTree by Hilton, at 990 Hilton Heights Rd., just off Route 29 (groans). Dinerswouldn’t normally flock to a restaurant in a chain hotel, but chef Ron Lindemann, formerly a chef at the Boar’s Head Resort, will feature products by Albemarle Baking Company, Homestead Creamery, Three Notch’d Brewing, Barboursville Vineyards, and others with local roots (rolls eyes).
New in Belmont
Foodie haven Belmont has added two newcomers to the culinary mix. Located at 407 Monticello Rd., Belle Coffee & Wine, sister restaurant to Citizen Burger Bar, serves breakfast and lunch, 7am-3pm, seven days a week, and “happy hour snacks” 3-8pm, Thursday-Saturday. Barbecue joint No Limits Smokehouse, at 816 Hinton Ave., held its grand opening April 28.
It’s been nearly a decade since Virginia made it legal for folks to bring their own vino to restaurants. The Corkage Bill of 2011 effectively gives diners more wines to choose from, and in some cases, a less expensive option to ordering from a restaurant’s list. “We have to provide value, whatever the customer wants,” says Brian Helleberg, owner of Fleurie and Petit Pois.
Most local restaurants offer corkage for $10 to $35. For the fee, diners’ bottles are treated with the same care as in-house wines —decanted, poured, and served in proper stemware. Most restaurants also prefer to be notified by diners before they show up with their own bottles. In fact, it’s proper etiquette (just like tipping as if you’d bought the wine in-house is), so call ahead, and you’ll receive a warm welcome.
“It’s great when someone has a special wine,” Helleberg says. “It’s flattering to the restaurant.”
Where to bring your own
C&O Restaurant
Want to BYO without having to CYA? C&O charges a flat fee and “passes no judgment,” catering manager Cristelle Koerper says. That means everything’s fair game, from non-vintage plonk to ’98 Petrus.
Cost: $25, no restrictions or discounts
515 E. Water St. 971-7044,
candorestaurant.com
Ivy Inn
About four or five Ivy Inn customers bring their own bottles of wine per week, a spokesperson says. And it’s usually a special wine for a special occasion—exactly what the Ivy Inn is known for.
Cost: $25, no restrictions or discounts
2244 Old Ivy Rd., 977-1222,
ivyinn restaurant.com
Fleurie
What’s the best wine to bring out to dinner? That tasty little number you bought while touring local vineyards. “If it’s a local winery, it’s nice to have that relationship,” Helleberg says.”We get people in who’ve been sent from a wine tasting to Fleurie.”
Cost: $25 for Virginia wines; $35 for others
108 Third St. NE, 971-7800,
fleurierestaurant.com
Mangione’s on Main
Regulars at Mangione’s predecessor Bella’s were long known to carry in wine for the restaurant’s low corkage fee of $15. The owners who took over the space in January have stuck with the policy.
Cost: $15, no restrictions or discounts
707 W. Main St., 327-4833,
mangionesonmain.com
The Whiskey Jar
As with most things, The Whiskey Jar keeps it unpretentious when it comes to corkage. It offers the least expensive fee in town (matched only by Bebedero). There’s occasionally some confusion about the corkage fee at the Jar, but tell ’em owner Will Richey himself confirmed it’s $10.
Cost: $10, free for Wine Guild of Charlottesville members
Architects in Charlottesville have big shoes to fill—founding-father-sized shoes. Our town is often represented by one of two iconic buildings designed by Jefferson: one private (Monticello) and one public (the Rotunda). Each has an outsized influence on what folks generally expect local architecture to look like.
In the middle of the last decade, a debate over architecture on UVA Grounds brought the public side of that equation into focus. School of Architecture faculty banded together in 2005 and formally expressed their dismay that, even as they tried to teach forward-looking design to their students, the university as a whole seemed to be trapped in the past. The Darden School of Business, built in 1996 in a neo-Jeffersonian style, came in for especially strong criticism.
The faculty’s open letter to the UVA community asked, “Why has the University commissioned so much mediocre architecture?…We stand for an architecture that preserves real histories without constructing fictitious ones.”
Meanwhile, as far back as the 1930s, architects both inside and outside the UVA fold had been quietly creating a collection of private, modernist-influenced homes in and around Charlottesville. Designing dwellings for themselves or for clients, architects from Edward Durell Stone—a major 20th-century figure who also designed D.C.’s Kennedy Center—to Ed Ford, one of the signers of the open letter, have imagined new ways that “home” can be conceived.
Sprinkled around Albemarle County and lurking on otherwise traditional city streets, these dozens of houses make up a collective body of modern work that challenges the red-brick, neoclassical legacy. Many modern architects say that such buildings actually honor the spirit of Jefferson better than any stylistic imitation of his work. “By whatever means we live up to our architectural heritage, let us at the very least commit ourselves to an architecture of ideas and not of taste,” writes Ford.
In fact, even beyond UVA, Charlottesville harbors a robust community of modern architects. Firms like Bushman Dreyfus Architects, Wolf Ackerman, Formwork, and Hays + Ewing Design Studio have all designed modern buildings locally and elsewhere. And they’ve influenced a younger generation of design-build offices like Alloy Workshop, STOA, and Latitude 38, which have broadened the appeal and accessibility of contemporary houses.
What follows is a sampling of local modern houses. Spanning decades of design history, they differ wildly from each other. Ford says modernism is not a style of building but a philosophy, and is troubled by misunderstandings about what modernism really means. “For a lot of people, it’s just the absence of trim or recognizable symbolic elements. That gives it a pretty negative connotation.” Modernism isn’t just about saying no, he insists: “To me, it’s not about the problems of traditional architecture; it’s about the possibilities of modern architecture.”
Let there be light
Carrie Meinberg Burke, a Yale-trained architect who’s practiced in Charlottesville since 1994, says those possibilities should speak to “the fundamentals of being human”: living in a shelter on the earth. “Things that are built in their time are the way to be,” she says.
She means “historical time,” but for her, time is also a building material, as basic as wood or concrete. Meinberg Burke’s own dwelling is a laboratory where time and light merge into a single entity. Sited north of downtown, the house, which Meinberg Burke designed 20 years ago in collaboration with her husband and partner Kevin Burke, is called the Timepiece House, and its main living space is, essentially, one large sundial.
The sun enters the house through a circular skylight, an oculus, and falls through the space as a crisply defined beam of light. Where it lands indicates the time of day (as the sun travels east to west) and the time of year (as the sun travels lower to the horizon in the winter and higher in summer). Walls, stairwells, and ceilings are exactly aligned with the various paths of the sun, so that the circular beam of light strikes specific points at important moments—like falling exactly along the tops of the stair rails on the spring and autumn equinoxes.
Nothing here is accidental; every part of the structure is significant, a physical manifestation of light’s presence. This white-walled, minimal space with a central stairwell and slightly curved, sloping ceiling interacts with the beam of light almost as though it were a living entity.
When I visited, I arrived roughly an hour before solar noon, and Meinberg Burke pointed out how the circular beam was hitting the concrete floor just to one side of the central stairs. She laid down two pens at the edge of the pool of light, and after only a minute they were covered by shadow. At this latitude, she explained, the earth is spinning at 788 miles an hour, so the beam moves steadily, almost rapidly if one is paying attention. During the course of the morning, the light had glided from a point high on the wall, down onto the floor, then across it. At solar noon, it would fall directly down the stairwell, landing on the floor in front of the bottom step.
To talk to Meinberg Burke about the design process for this house is to be immersed in heady theory—about the way we live, the way we build and how we perceive reality. She wants her buildings to change the way people see. “I wanted to create an atmosphere of all types of observation,” she says. “The goal was to make this an instrument or lab.” Her husband adds, “To me there’s almost a spiritual quality to the daylight in there, a kind of serenity and calm to it.”
The couple, who are partners in Parabola Architecture, have applied the lessons of Timepiece House to larger-scale projects, including a 2017 office building for Google in Sunnyvale, California. Like Timepiece House, the Google office invites light deep inside as both an aesthetic element and an essential, energy-saving function.
Burke says the Google office has been called “a building that has a soul,” perhaps due to the qualities it shares with Timepiece House: a shepherding of human perception, an emphasis on authentic materials and craft, and a connection to nature that goes beyond pretty views. In Burke’s words, a building can be a “focusing device” for the world’s basic rhythms.
Imperfect conditions
On a steep hillside in the Meadowbrook Heights neighborhood is the austere concrete-and-glass house of WG Clark. When he designed this home in the mid-1990s, Clark created a dwelling that perches between two worlds.
From its spot amongst the trees, the house looks out and down over the lights and traffic of Barracks Road Shopping Center, Bodo’s, and the English Inn. It’s utterly distinct from its colonial and ranch-style neighbors: a three-story concrete-block edifice that presents a severely minimal façade to the street.
Clark is a revered local figure who’s left his modernist mark on UVA’s School of Architecture, both as a longtime professor and as the designer of a major 2008 addition to Campbell Hall, the A-School building—a landmark in UVA architectural history, coming as it did just a few years after the aforementioned debate over the Jeffersonian legacy on grounds. Robert McCarter will publish a new monograph about Clark’s work this fall.
First things first: The house is concrete block inside and out. Clark, who’d used block in several previous projects in partnership with architect Charles Menefee, knows that many people find this material hard to love. “People think they don’t like concrete block,” he says. But in his view, down-to-earth concrete has qualities that are almost organic, like wood. “Its color is quite similar to tree bark,” he says—allowing it to blend with the woodsy surroundings.
Also, it’s honest. “I am thrilled with the aspect of using impoverished things,” he says. “The opposite is that you use marble, and it’s pretentious.”
The block has more texture than one might expect, softening the acoustics indoors and providing a neutral backdrop for Clark’s carefully chosen furniture and objects. “If you’re working in a cool format of concrete block and poured-in-place concrete,” he says, “it helps if you bring in something ‘hot’ like that piece of mahogany.” The heavy slab of wood forms a bench along one edge of the living room, making a warm focal point against the block walls, huge glass windows, and concrete stairs with their subtly varied gray hues.
The house’s ingenious plan takes a small footprint and organizes it into an extremely spacious-feeling interior. “The scale is, in a sense, huge, while the size is tiny,” as Clark puts it. In the towering living/dining space, the entire north wall—the one facing Barracks Road—is built from glass block. This material allows plenty of light to enter the space while fracturing and muddying the view.
“It doesn’t behave like a window; you don’t look out there for information,” he says. Instead, the block takes the unglorious landscape below and makes it into an impressionistic field of color and light. “It transforms car headlights into candlelight,” Clark says. Much of the year, the woods also mask the view.
Clark may be the ideal designer for and occupant of this spot. “I have a penchant for landscapes that are not perfect,” he says.
The flawed landscape of Barracks Road’s commercial zone stands in contrast to one of Clark’s ideals as an architect—that his buildings actually improve rather than devalue their natural sites.
There is an aspect of purity here, as one’s attention is drawn to the play of light within spare surroundings. And there is a sense of alchemy: a site on the ragged border between two faces of the city, transformed through architecture into something more than the sum of its imperfect parts.
“A set of drawers”
Jim Tuley, who joined UVA’s School of Architecture in 1968, was one of the first architects to create a substantial body of modern work around Charlottesville, designing nearly two dozen houses in the city and Albemarle County. Though Tuley—who died in 1994—designed modern houses in a brick-and-white-column town, most of his projects are relatively quiet about their break with tradition. The home of Pam Friedman and Ron Bailey is different.
Located in a historic district in North Downtown, on a street that’s lined with timeworn Victorians, their house cuts a tall profile on its steep lot, presenting an asymmetrical, geometric façade to the street. It’s modern enough to have earned some neighbors’ ire during its construction. “How dare you put such a house in this neighborhood?” they said to Pam Black, who with Theo van Groll commissioned the house in 1989.
Nonetheless, the house is now a landmark, proof that even historic Charlottesville can admit an occasional contemporary thread into its tapestry. “It makes the street more interesting because it’s a little bit of a surprise,” says Friedman. Given that her home is the last one Tuley designed, one might say he went out with a bang.
Even in the design phase, the house was a bit of a stretch for this spot. Van Groll (also an architect and a former UVA faculty member) owned the lot, and gained permission to build on the narrow, steep site only because it was grandfathered into the city’s minimum site requirements.
He and Black turned to Tuley because they liked his previous work, and because Van Groll thought he’d be better off not designing the house alone. “I’ve always thought that when architects do their own houses, they would benefit from someone looking over their shoulders,” he says, “because it’s so easy to fall into your own traps.”
Of course, Van Groll did bring plenty of ideas to the table. Whereas most of Tuley’s houses are single-story affairs clad in redwood siding, this one is a three-story stucco edifice that harkens to the 17th-century canal houses of Van Groll’s native Holland. He also contributed built-in cabinetry in the kitchen and several other rooms.
Tuley devised a scheme to connect the three stories with a long stairwell on the north side of the house. A curved wall on one side “activates the space,” as Van Groll puts it, and big windows and skylights flood it with light. While the ground floor provides storage and utility room, the living space is on the second and third floors. It’s been described as a “set of drawers,” slotted into the hillside.
Otherwise, the house hews to a rectilinear geometry that owes much to the Dutch De Stijl movement of the 1920s (think Mondrian). Case in point is the front façade, where the second- and third-floor porches look as though they’ve been carved out of the house rather than tacked on.
“It’s a very easy house to live in,” says Friedman, who with Bailey bought the house in 1998. “Many houses have little bits of architect-ego poking through, and this house doesn’t.”
Midcentury roots
One of Charlottesville’s true hidden gems is a midcentury house known as Stone’s Throw. In 1952, a UVA doctor and his wife, Charles and Gladys Frankel, commissioned a house by New York-based Edward Durell Stone, a celebrity architect who later dreamed up New York’s Museum of Modern Art and the Kennedy Center in D.C.
Though it’s not known why the couple chose Stone or what they hoped their house would be like, the house he designed for them ended up serving as Mrs. Frankel’s home for an impressive 64 years. Pedigree aside, it nearly disappears behind its plain brick façade on a curving street in Meadowbrook Heights.
Yet it’s a remarkable structure that, once approached and entered, delivers drama while eschewing traditional ornamentation. The house has all the hallmarks of its historical moment, when the International Style was bringing construction into the modern age. Its single story split into two levels, it’s organized around connections to the outdoors: two smaller bedrooms open onto a private courtyard, and the entire rear wall is made of glass, letting the master bedroom and the primary living space drink in a view of the large, green backyard.
Stone’s Throw embarked on a new chapter of its history in 2016, when it was sold for the first time. New owners Curry and Andre Uflacker fell in love with its design but wanted to update finishes— “There was a lot of heavy carpeting and silk drapes,” says Curry—and in some ways, to restore Stone’s original vision for the property. Stone, who died in 1978, had originally specified modernist furniture in his plans, like Eames chairs and Herman Miller desks, but the Frankels’ traditional furniture and wallpaper made for an uneasy match with his clean, horizontal lines.
Joe Wheeler, the architect hired by the Uflackers to envision a renovation, counts himself as “a big fan of Stone” and relished the opportunity to enter a dialogue with Stone’s work. The renovation’s major goals were to update finishes, modernize bathrooms, and reconfigure the kitchen, which was tucked away into a small galley space. Now, it’s continuous with the dining and living areas and much more inviting to cook and onlookers alike.
“What would Stone do today?” was Curry Uflacker’s style guide during the renovation. Owners and architect chose finishes and fixtures that are contemporary but harmonize with the original structure: minimal white cabinetry, gray cork flooring, and streamlined automatic blinds to replace the heavy drapes along the south wall of glass.
In his practice, called Hauskraft, and his teaching at Virginia Tech, Wheeler has largely focused on modular and prefabricated housing. He designed new kitchen and bathroom spaces that could be prefabricated and quickly installed.The kitchen, for example, consists of three “cartridges”—two banks of cabinets and an island, all designed to be built off-site. He admits this approach has confounded builders, but believes that forward-looking methods are a way to pay homage to the original design.
“The renovation approach should be innovative to our time like Stone’s work was innovative to his time,” Wheeler says.
Open structure
“Victorian” might be the last adjective on a visitor’s mind as she approaches the North Downtown home of Ed and Jane Ford, with its roof shaped like a butterfly’s wings and its exposed steel structure, painted bright yellow and green. Nor would that term seem to apply to its interior, where more painted-steel beams, posts, and railings pop out against modern white walls. Yet Ed Ford says that 19th-century buildings were an important influence on his design for this house, built in 2002.
Many houses built today, he says, “are incredibly chopped up into lots and lots of little rooms.” On the other hand, many modernist architects have designed “flowing space with no division.” In Victorian houses, Ford found a middle ground: “rooms that are connected.” His home echoes this idea, with definite separations between rooms that are, nonetheless, linked closely to each other.
The large kitchen, for example, follows a galley layout, with ample cabinets and workspace running along the long walls. Though it’s a distinct space, two openings connect it to the dining room, where one of the design’s boldest ideas is on display. Two walls of this room are entirely made of glass, and a dining table appears to pierce one transparent wall, continuing for several feet outside. The glass tabletop rests on a red steel beam.
Lines blur here between inside and outside, even as the traditional idea of a separate room for dining (which is “also very Victorian,” Jane points out) remains intact.
Its footprint squeezed by the narrow outline of the site, the Ford house achieves its 3,000-square-foot size by extending upward. As one ventures upstairs, it becomes clear how the house’s support structure makes possible its lofty, light-filled interior. Halfway up the stairs is Ford’s modernist adaptation of another 19th-century idea, the “inglenook”: a fireplace with seating. From this perch, the view soars all the way up through another one-and-a-half stories: wide windows, half-walls around a mezzanine library, and a green steel V supporting the butterfly roof.
Combining steel and wood to support the house speaks to both function and style. In the more intimate, low-ceilinged spaces, the wooden structure predominates. In the public rooms, the addition of steel allows openness. Revealing the steel elements and even emphasizing them with bright paint was Ford’s way of “designing a building that explained the structure,” as he writes in his 2009 book Five Houses, Ten Details, which deeply explores the design process for this home.
Under the roof, clerestory windows admit light that falls down through the entire height of the dwelling. “One of the most wonderful things about the house is the light,” says Jane. “If there’s a pink sunrise, the whole room with be bathed in pink light.”
Monticello was a busy place in Thomas Jefferson’s time, just as it is now. And just as Jefferson’s second home, Poplar Forest, provided him with a much-needed retreat, the meticulously restored property today offers visitors a peaceful haven to gain a different view of the third president’s life and times.
Located near Lynchburg and first occupied by Jefferson in 1809, Poplar Forest is “one of the most important neoclassical buildings in the world,” restoration director Travis McDonald says. Architecturally, “it’s an important link between Monticello and UVA.”
In designing what many consider to be his masterpiece, Jefferson refined ideas he’d been working with over his lifetime, including octagonal floor plans, Renaissance and classical motifs, elements contemporary in his day, and Virginian influences. “You put all these things together and you can call it Jeffersonian,” says McDonald. “It’s all personal.”
Jefferson made periodic visits to Poplar Forest —a 4,819-acre plantation he’d inherited from his father-in-law in 1773—between 1806 and 1823. He lodged in an overseer’s house during the main structure’s three years of design and construction.
It is a symmetrical octagonal structure in which the dining room, a perfect 20-foot cube, occupies the center space. The skylight that illuminates this otherwise windowless room is one of the more forward-looking features of the home.
After the brick shell of the building was complete, Jefferson entrusted the finish work to John Hemmings (also spelled Hemings), an enslaved master carpenter who lived at Monticello. “You could call Poplar Forest the masterwork of John Hemmings too,” McDonald says.
Three of Hemmings’ nephews—who were also Jefferson’s sons by Sally Hemings—apprenticed with their uncle, sometimes working on the house while Jefferson was there enjoying his still-unfinished retreat. McDonald calls this poignant situation “the elephant in the room,” pointing out that Jefferson’s granddaughters, who occasionally accompanied him to Poplar Forest, never mention these men in their writings.
Getting to the plantation from Monticello required a three-day journey by carriage. Jefferson stayed at Poplar Forest for periods of two weeks to two months, using much of that time to read and write.
Before Jefferson died, in 1826, he willed ownership of Poplar Forest to his grandson Francis Eppes, but Eppes didn’t like it. Within two years he had sold the property and moved to Florida.
“The people who bought it probably thought it was a weird place,” McDonald says, noting that Poplar Forest had many features that were atypical at the time. After it was ravaged by fire in 1845, the new owners saw it as an opportunity to make “improvements,” transforming it into “a more typical farmhouse,” he says.
The house remained in private hands and was occupied until 1979. Four years later, a nonprofit corporation bought the abandoned property and embarked on arestoration process that continues to this day.
“This is one of the most idealistic preservation projects in the country,” says McDonald. “It’s not a two-year restoration; there are never any artificial deadlines. That’s the enemy of good restoration projects.”
Instead, the approach has been to painstakingly research the house architecturally and physically; to restore it using period techniques, tools, and materials; and to let the public in on the whole decades-long journey. “Our vision was that visitors would see a Jeffersonian process,” McDonald says.
Poplar Forest is an atypical house museum. Staff offices are located in other buildings, and there’s no original furniture in the house, only replicas. These choices allow the windows to be opened in warm weather—a simple thing that contributes to visitors’ experience of authenticity. The heat system is hidden under the floor; visitors encounter no modern touches, like electrical outlets, at all.
What’s spotlighted inside Poplar Forest is the building process itself. Over the years, craftspeople have painstakingly reenacted the work done by Jefferson’s slaves—three-coat plaster, brickwork, woodwork—all with period techniques and tools. The current project, reproducing Tuscan-order entablatures where the walls meet the high ceilings, uses lumber from Jefferson-era trees. Likewise, the door-molding material was sourced from the nearby poplar forest that gives the property its name. Marble hearthstones were quarried from the same geologic vein tapped in Jefferson’s day.
Archaeology and historical research inform every part of the ongoing restoration. Interior doors are known to have been built by John Hemmings because their unique design echoes that of his work at Monticello. Earlysville artisan Blaise Gaston made 10 walnut reproductions of the two original doors that survived. On the grounds, visitors can see the archaeological work that goes hand-in-hand with preservation. Eric Proebsting, archaeology director, has been involved in a detailed study of the landscape, with the goal of recreating Jefferson’s design. For example, 200-year-old grains of pollen, found in the soil near the front porch, became clues to plants and trees chosen by Jefferson, and their positioning is based on planting holes found during excavation.
A partnership with the Garden Club of Virginia has helped with replanting other landscape elements, like rows of paper mulberry trees, and the Garden Club is also supporting the recreation of the carriage turnaround, to be hand-laid with stones like the ones Proebsting and his colleagues have excavated from beneath layers of soil and gravel.
Poplar Forest is a location rich in learning and atmosphere. On winter weekends, visitors are even permitted to simply sit a spell and enjoy the interior of the house. “The character of this as a museum is in keeping with its nature as a retreat,” McDonald says.
Pseudos Band? As part of the Daptone stable, Budos Band excels at dialing in various flavors—the collective has helped supply spot-on retro soul tracks for Sharon Jones and Lee Fields, and their own instrumentals have shown up on commercials, video games, and soundtracks for Tequila 1800, MLB: The Show, and “Entourage.” No doubt, this collective of New York cats can play. Writing is the issue, and the shining moments on V, like the rubbery cowbell-and-bass opening to “Ghost Talk,” invariably give way to serviceable but generic soul and Ethio-funk grooves that seem, well, destined for commercials and soundtracks. ***
Just six months after releasing Oxnard, Anderson .Paak is back with more sophisitcated R&B and another impressive guest list; Ventura features Andre 3000, Smokey Robinson, and the long-gone Nate Dogg. .Paak sings more than he did on Oxnard, and the production is lighter even as .Paak assays serious topics in a raspy voice suited to the task (it’s not for nothing that he often gets pegged as sounding like Kendrick Lamar). Ventura doesn’t gel on every song, but it opens and closes on high notes, and lead single “King James” is a keeper. ****
After fronting La Luz for three and a half albums, Shana Cleveland releases her second solo record, which ditches surf rock for something more après-plage. Fingerpicked acoustic guitar patterns and Cleveland’s stylishly melancholy vocals are the unvarying basis for Night of the Worm Moon—the patterns sound like classic Leonard Cohen, and the songs are kind of samey, like classic Leonard Cohen, though without Cohen’s prolix gifts. Night is a mood album, wistful yet pretty, as if Cleveland’s staying home on a rainy day, but still dressing up for it. ***1/2
Experimental psychedelic guitarist Chris Forsyth is back with more of the same on the eight-song, 75- minute All Time Present—there’s hot twang (“Tomorrow”); turgid bombast (“Mystic Mountain”); and exploratory meanderings (“The Past Ain’t Passed” and “Livin’ On Cubist Time”). Forsyth could reel in the drums, which are unnecessary and distracting, but his indulgences can lead to some hard-to-reach places (see the 20-minute Neu!-meets-Phish “Techno Top”). However this all sounds to you, you’re probably right. ***
Wilma Vritra is not a lady, but a duo: British producer Wilma Archer (also not a lady) and Pyramid Vritra, a founding member of L.A.’s Odd Future. Burd is dark, often elegant hip-hop that doesn’t dwell—most songs are barely two minutes. Vritra isn’t a versatile rapper, but this is really Archer’s show—on top of some haunting instrumentals, he channels Frank Ocean vibes on “The Hill,” and perfectly sets Vritra’s disenchanted raps on “Shallow Grave” with a jaunty but menacing track evoking SoCal sunshine that mocks the pain of those underneath it. ***1/2
An L.A.-based producer and member of left field hip-hop group Sa-Ra, Shafiq Husayn might not be a much-chirped name, but a tipoff to his insider cred comes from the guest list on The Loop. Erykah Badu, Thundercat, Flying Lotus, Anderson .Paak, Bilal, and Robert Glasper show up over this 17-track, 75-minute delight of an album, and there’s also a lot of Parliament energy present. It’s immersive but loose, dense but uncluttered, sunny but substantial—it blooms like spring and will sound good all summer. ****1/2
Last Thursday, county schools Superintendent Matt Haas read a letter of apology to the community from the Albemarle teen who made a racist threat against CHS students. Joao Pedro Souza Ribeiro (we know his name because Charlottesville police released it, even though he’s a minor) made his anonymous post on 4chan, an online message board, subsets of which are awash with hate speech from white supremacists and neo-Nazis.
It was previously reported that the 17-year-old was in study hall (presumably at Albemarle High School) and was “bored.” In the letter, he says he deleted the post almost immediately, and was “horrified” to find a screenshot of it online hours later. “I was scared, and my own fear and shame increased when Charlottesville schools were shut down,” he wrote.
What’s less clear is why a student was apparently able to spend his school hours on an internet message board full of hate-filled, white supremacist propaganda. It’s especially ironic given the district’s recent, hard-won decision to ban hate symbols like Confederate and Nazi imagery in its dress code.
Though Haas made other announcements at his press conference about school safety (from a new anonymous reporting app to buzzer and check-in systems), his advice to bored students was to “read a book” instead of making social media threats.
Perhaps this was meant as a joke, but it seems emblematic of the collective shrug with which most public schools have met the very real threat of internet forums that normalize hate speech. As Adam Neufeld of the Anti-Defamation League put it, “Norms are powerful because they influence people’s behaviors. If you see a stream of slurs, that makes you feel
like things are more acceptable.”
Tech leaders (including much-celebrated UVA alums Alexis Ohanian and Steve Huffman, founders of Reddit) have been reluctant to address the way their platforms foment both online harassment and real-world violence. But if our schools want to keep students safe, they need to take responsibility for dealing with this new landscape, by setting boundaries on internet use and, even more importantly, teaching students how modern-day propaganda works. —Laura Longhine
After nearly nine months of work, the Police Civilian Review Board is finalizing its initial bylaws. The proposed model would require the city to hire up to two full-time professional staff members to assist the board in processing and independently investigating complaints against Charlottesville police officers.
There has been an understandably high degree of public interest and public scrutiny on the board throughout its brief existence so far. This is a good thing. Hard questions asked at this stage will shape this body into a genuine reflection of what the community needs it to be. Because, make no mistake, this community needs civilian oversight of our police department.
As a municipal meeting enthusiast, I’ve enjoyed watching the body take shape. I worry, though, that those unfamiliar with the nature of the city’s boards and commissions will see stumbling blocks where I see building blocks.
The Civilian Review Board is just one of over three dozen boards and commissions operating in the city, some more functional than others (with a few appearing to be entirely defunct). The Planning Commission is a well-oiled machine, packed with policy knowledge. The Human Rights Commission is pulling itself back together after a few years lost in the wilderness. The Emergency Communications Board is struggling with staffing and training issues, not least of which has been its own inability to retain a director.
I’ve still never attended a meeting of the Towing Advisory Board—it is quite elusive, with meetings not properly noticed or canceled due to lack of quorum. What I mean is, unless it’s a call for a top to bottom audit of all city boards and commissions, I’m skeptical that the criticism of the CRB, much of which takes the form of attacking the personal credibility and professionalism of the volunteer members of the board, is in good faith.
Critics have questioned the cost and the need for a civilian review board. But there is one concept that is universal across every single government body: public engagement. It is, if you take them at their word, the heart and soul of any government endeavor. Why should policing be any different?
You can redress a grievance about an unattractive awning on Avon Street with the Entrance Corridor Review Board. You can tell the Tree Commission how you feel about the saplings put in by the John Warner Parkway. You can address the Library Board on anything from 3D printers to story hour programming. You can not only make your comment and be heard, but you can meaningfully engage with the process of resolving the issue you brought to the table.
But if you have a complaint about policing, that complaint goes into a black box. There is no community involvement. There is no dialogue. You will never find out what, if any, consequences an officer faced. You have no recourse. There is no relationship, no trust. That is a failure of government.
So many conversations about the current political climate in Charlottesville divide the course of our existence into Before and After the summer of 2017. For a not-insignificant number of people, that was their first significant encounter with policing in any capacity other than a traffic stop. But the problem with policing didn’t start the day in July when now-retired Major Gary Pleasants overrode an order from then-Chief Al Thomas, saying of his decision to brutalize antiracist activists protesting the Ku Klux Klan, “you’re damn right I gassed them!” The problem with policing in Charlottesville did not start when Thomas allegedly said, of the rioting in the streets on August 12, “let them fight.”
The events of the summer of 2017 did not cause a breakdown in an otherwise operational system—they just applied enough pressure that the cracks in the façade were finally visible to those of us not already living with the realities of racially biased policing. The battle for accurate, consistent, transparent stop-and-frisk data has been raging for years, and the numbers we have are deeply troubling. The problems aren’t new. We need a new approach if this police department hopes to begin to repair its relationship with the community.
What the CRB proposes isn’t radical. While the model it’s drawn up is its own, it’s similar to boards already in operation in cities around the country. The board would be able to process and investigate complaints, with a budget pegged at 1 percent of the annual police department budget. It is an investment in the department’s own stated goal of improving the relationship between the community and its police force, creating transparency in the process, and giving residents a voice.
Like many boards, the CRB is taking some time to get off the ground. But that’s in part because its charge is so important. The people of Charlottesville should have an avenue for redressing grievances about policing that is at least as robust as the appeals process for requests to paint historic brick buildings.