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In his neatly appointed office with its volumes of medical references in the West Wing of the UVA Medical Center, Dr. Jonathan Moreno, director of the Center for Biomedical Ethics, speaks softly while his hands remain folded in his lap. With his slight stature, firmly pressed shirt and perfectly trimmed beard, he sits as an unlikely portrait of one of the few people to say “No” to the Bush Administration. But one month ago, on January 4, that’s exactly what he did.

Moreno had served on the Federal committee that advises on matters of medical research involving human subjects. He was first appointed by Bill Clinton in 2000. On January 3, Tommy Thompson, Bush’s Secretary of Health and Human Services, released the names of the new 11-member committee. When, without his consent, Moreno’s name showed up among them, he refused membership, making headlines across the country. It was a drastic about-face for someone who has made it his life’s work to explore questions of research protocols and their ethical implications. But the Secretary’s Advisory Committee on Human Research Protection, as the committee is now known, would have to carry on without Moreno. His own sense of protocol had been violated.

It wasn’t just that he’d been thrown onto the committee without being asked to re-enlist. Moreno had grave doubts about the panel’s newly rewritten charter, which explicitly includes embryos and fetuses among those who merit government protection. The Administration, which has repeatedly come under fire for rearranging its scientific committees to advance conservative goals, had changed the focus of the human research protection group. Moreno saw an opportunity to score his own political point, and he grabbed it.

“There are those who think I objected too much, but I’ve found I can get a lot more attention this way,” says Moreno. “I had the opportunity to make a public point.”

The urge to speak out likely had been brewing for a while. After the new Administration came into office in 2001, Moreno watched his advisory committee deteriorate. In contrast to Clinton’s team, no one from Bush’s Health and Human Services office attended any meetings of the Committee on Human Research Protection. Additionally, morale plummeted as members turned in reports on such matters as informed consent and the ethical issues surrounding research on children with nary a word of feedback in return. Thompson allowed the committee’s charter to expire last year, leveling the final blow (the move seemed calculated to restock the renamed committee, which had been originally known as the National Human Research Protections Advisory Committee, with Bush sympathizers). Speaking to The Washington Post at the time he announced his resignation, Moreno was blunt.

“This Administration cares about finding any way they can to advance their platform on the protection of embryos, in general, and on stem cell research, in particular,” Moreno said. “They’re clearly more interested in making ideological points than in increasing human research protections.”

With the flush of media attention behind him for now, 50-year-old Moreno remains at UVA directing the masters program in biomedical ethics and teaching the foundations of bioethics to students from all backgrounds from law to medicine to nursing. And while the calls from The New York Times have dwindled, he gets daily reminders of the stance he took last month. Plenty of colleagues stop by his quiet office to pat him on the back.

T he goal of the original Clinton panel, created in 2000, was to advise the small Federal agency overseeing scientific research that used human subjects. Moreno was appointed to it after several patients had been seriously harmed in medical experiments. The committee’s former chair, Mary Faith Marshall, suggested him for appointment to then HHS Director Donna Shalala.

“We were looking for someone who was a social scientist, a scholar in his field,” says Marshall, “and Jonathan spearheaded issues like the informed consent rules.” Informed consent covers the gray area of how ethically to involve, say, Alzheimer’s patients, in medical experiments when the patients are unable to give the consent. The joker in the deck, as Moreno sees it, lies in the fact that those patients in dire condition are just the ones sorely needed in the research. Given his stance on the issue, Marshall figured, Moreno would be a solid and thoughtful presence on the advisory committee.

Of the committee’s original 11 members, three were expert patient advocates. The others included specialists from such areas as the National Organization for Rare Disorders, the Academy of Medicine, the Dean of Research from Emory University and the founder of Citizens for Responsible Care and Research. As advisors, they had a broad mandate. The original charter said, “…it’s the duty of the SACHRP to counsel [the Administration] on matters pertaining to the continuance and improvement of functions within the authority of Health and Human Services directed towards protections for human subjects in research.”

The Clinton panel accomplished more than that. They hammered out statements clarifying rules to protect children and those who can’t give consent. They drew up protocol guidelines for behavioral and social studies in genetics.

Moreno and others on the panel, including Marshall, now a professor of medicine in bioethics at Kansas University, say that their work was abruptly aborted when the committee’s charter was allowed to expire by the Bush Administration. Disappointed, the panel felt the time and work they invested may have been, in the end, ill-used.

Their suspicions have been confirmed by the make-up of the new SACHRP. Stacked with compliance officers and industry sympathizers, the SACHRP lacks any patient advocates now. The Administration quickly ramped up a defense of its choices. On January 5, Health and Human Services spokesman Bill Pierce was quoted in The Washington Post saying, “The committee’s charter does not require that patient advocates be appointed. As you know there have been troubles in this business, and this is our attempt to aggressively address these issues.”

Indeed, the Bush Administration’s aggressive redress includes a new charter for a new committee: “Specifically, the committee will provide advice relating to the responsible conduct of research involving human subjects with particular emphasis on special populations, such as neonates and children, prisoners and the decisional impaired; pregnant women, embryos and fetuses; individuals and populations in international studies; populations in which there are individually identifiable samples, data or information; and investigator conflicts of interest.”

The important difference for Bush’s advisory committee is the addition of the words “embryos and fetuses” to the charter.

Moreno, who identifies himself as anti-abortion and pro-choice, still sees a big change implicit in a few small words. “I began to see a pattern of rules and regulations being developed around the protection of the fetus,” he says. “The very language of the fetus and the embryo has never appeared in the wording of who should and shouldn’t be protected before, and doesn’t belong there now.”

Born in Poughkeepsie, New York in 1952, Moreno graduated from Hofstra with highest honors in philosophy and psychology. He was a University Fellow at Washington University in St. Louis, earning his doctorate there in philosophy. In 1988, he received a Doctorate of Humane Letters from Hofstra.

In 1998, after establishing and directing a medical bioethics division at the State University of New York at Brooklyn, Moreno relocated to Charlottesville. When Marshall tagged him for the Clinton advisory committee, Moreno was already somewhat experienced in politics. For two years in the mid-1990s, he was a senior policy and research analyst for the Federal advisory committee on human radiation experiments. He also consulted for the departments of energy and education, the National Institutes of Health and the Institute of Medicine.

Many of Moreno’s colleagues regard him as highly knowledgeable and bold for refusing a presidential committee. There are others, though, who see a man who should have remained on the committee as the alternative voice.

“I’ve had several people tell me it’s unheard of to resign from a committee,” says Moreno, “but when I was appointed without my knowing it, I felt as if I was immediately being introduced into a political agenda.”

Interestingly, Moreno does not lay blame at the feet of Secretary Thompson, whose conservative credentials were secured with his overhaul of the welfare system when he was governor of Wisconsin. He sources it right at the top of the Bush Administration.

“Their political agenda is to get people talking about embryos,” he says. “ If they can do that, then they can open the wedge for their constituency.”

Jim Childress, the UVA John Allen Hollingsworth Professor of Ethics and the director of the Institute for Practical Ethics, says the new language in the SACHRP charter has made good work go bad and only produced a stalemate.

“When the Clinton-appointed charter expired and was replaced with an entirely new committee, all the work the SACHRP had done for human subjects was virtually abandoned,” says Childress. “And now, there’s a new panel with a newly worded charter. That was a mistake.”

A mistake, perhaps, but not an accident, the way Marshall sees it. She contends that “embryos and fetuses” are a concession to a leading right-wing pro-life think tank.

“I am certain the Family Research Council played a role in the new appointments and the new charter languaging,” she says.

Known to oppose abortion and stem cell research, the FRC states on its home page, “In Roe v. Wade, the Supreme Court ruled that a mother’s right to privacy outweighs her unborn child’s right to life. What nonsense! One’s right to life should take precedence over another’s right to privacy.”

Ideologies aside and the political realities of committee appointments notwithstanding, Moreno is most concerned about the severe clamp the new committee could put on stem-cell research.

“Not only would government-funded research be out of the question, but privately funded research wouldn’t be allowed either,” says Moreno. “One could make it impossible to use embryos for stem cell research.”

Britain, Israel, Sweden and China are among the countries already researching the benefits of stem cells. “The United States, were it not to participate in stem cell research,” says Moreno, “would lose an edge in an area of medical research that we don’t want to lose.”

Along with the brain drain of smart young people interested in the field, Moreno says the research cannot proceed as quickly if the Federal wallet isn’t backing it. But the Administration refuses to give the ground-breaking research the green light. Bioethicists are not the only ones worried over the delay. Physicians are also uneasy.

“As an individual, it is my opinion that we have an obligation to use fetal tissue,” says James Q. Miller, UVA professor of neurology and chair of the Ethics Committee. “In fact, it would be immoral not to use it.”

Scientists like Miller and Moreno contend that stem cell research can help lead to breakthroughs in the treatment of virtually any disease that involves the destruction of tissue—cancer, Parkinson’s, strokes, Alzheimer’s—nearly all diseases, period. That’s because, in theory, fetal stem cells, created in a laboratory setting, haven’t had time to become true tissues. In other words, they’re still pluripotent and when added into an organ, the fetal stem cells take on the characteristics of that organ. Be it a liver, a kidney, brain cells or heart muscles, the messenging, the absorption by the cells of healthy information from the organs, works—although it’s not fully understood.

“It seems to be a real error in judgement to have a rule or an authority figure say we cannot use fetal tissue,” Miller says. “For me, I think if it might save someone who’s already suffering, then we have an obligation to use it—to do otherwise, would be immoral.”

But might stem cell research save someone’s life? Moreno says that the claims remain theoretical at this point. “It’s a legitimate area, and promising, but like gene therapy, it’s been hyped and for now there’s more talk than action. The promise of the benefits is there, but we may not see them for 20 years.”

The debate rages on, sometimes exceeding the discussion of fetuses to include questions of cloning, too—casting the creation of laboratory embryos as a variation on that questionable practice. Recently in the pages of The New York Times, Leon R. Kass, writing on January 24, said, “Supporters of cloning for research have often tried to confuse the issue by euphemistic distortion—claiming that the production of cloned embryos is not really cloning, that the embryos are not really embryos at all. Were this danger better understood, opposition to the practice would mount.”

But without a green light for the research, most scientists will be unable to gain a solid idea of the true benefits or even the line that must never be crossed.

Long before the human research advisory committee got mired in debates over embryos and fetuses, it was trying to address real problems in medical research. More than a dozen leading research institutions, including Johns Hopkins, Duke University and the University of Pennsylvania’s gene therapy program, had been under fire since 1998 for violations dating back much further. Lawsuits against everyone involved from the hospitals to the doctors, corporations and even states were popping up everywhere, including the case of breast cancer patient Kathryn Hamilton.

A 48-year-old health care administrator from Spokane, Washington, Hamilton was a breast cancer patient who died in 1992 during her participation in a controversial clinical trial. She turned to the stem cell transplant experiment at the Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center when her breast cancer returned for a second time.

While part of the experimental process involved high doses of chemotherapy, with which Hamilton had bad experiences before, the doctors at “Hutch,” as the medical facility is known, told her that if she threw up the pills intended to reverse fatal side-effects going along with the chemo, they’d give her the drugs intravenously. It turned out that Hutch’s supply of the drug in intravenous form had been cut off two months earlier. Hamilton, indeed, repeatedly threw up the pills, and died from the effects of high chemotherapy only 44 days later. Doctors had previously given her one to two more years to live.

Just one example of severe experimental mistreatment, this is exactly the kind of case that drove Moreno to be on the panel in the first place. He believes that under even the most extreme circumstances (national security issues, say), the Federal government must have a process in place and means to protect the 19 million people who participate as research subjects every year.

Moreno has questioned the role of government, committees and patients rights before.

In his book, Undue Risk: Secret State Experiments on Humans, published more than two years ago, Moreno looks at the history of the U.S. use of human subjects in biological, atomic and chemical warfare experiments from World War II to the present. Undue Risk, hailed by some as going where no researcher has gone before, is a litany of secret government documents revealing experiments involving LSD and mescaline and injecting substances like plutonium into unwilling hospital patients. He even details Federal efforts to recruit Nazi medical scientists shortly after World War II.

It’s fodder for conspiracy theorists, and it demonstrates that Moreno’s advocacy on behalf of human subjects is not a newfound political stance.

His views may have a newish wrinkle, namely the case for stem cell research, but he doesn’t regret his decision to reject the President’s appointment, he says.

“Science is an exercise in democracy,” he says. “Without it, it cannot function properly.

“Science must be held accountable. If we could just build a zone between politics and science.”

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You can’t handle the truth

Did American soldiers commit war crimes during the invasion of Afghanistan? According to eyewitnesses, U.S. Special Forces supervised—some say orchestrated—the systematic murder of more than 3,000 captured Taliban soldiers in November 2001. That charge is the centerpiece of a documentary film, Afghan Massacre: The Convoy of Death, expected to be released in the United States within the next few weeks.

“There has been a cover-up by the Pentagon,” says Scottish director Jamie Doran, a former producer for the BBC. “They’re hiding behind a wall of secrecy, hoping this story will go away—but it won’t.”

Indeed, Massacre has already been shown on German television and to several European parliaments. The United Nations has promised an investigation. But thanks to a virtual media blackout, few Americans are aware that, on the eve of another war, their nation’s reputation as a bastion of human rights is rapidly dissipating.

 

American involvement in genocide?

The allegations stem from the uprising at Qala-i-Jhangi fortress, a dramatic event that marked the last major confrontation between U.S.-backed forces of the Northern Alliance and the Taliban government. Several hundred prisoners, including “American Taliban” John Walker Lindh, revolted against their guards and seized a weapons cache. Responding to Special Forces soldiers working with the Northern Alliance, U.S. jets used bombs to kill most of the rebels, but not before CIA interrogator Johnny “Mike” Spann and an unknown number of Northern Alliance soldiers were shot to death.

Eighty-six Talibs, including Lindh, survived the Qala-i-Jhangi revolt. Meanwhile, 8,000 more soldiers surrendered at Kunduz, the last Taliban redoubt in northern Afghanistan. Commanders loyal to General Abdul Rashid Dostum, an Uzbek warlord who later became Hamid Karzai’s deputy defense minister, had painstakingly negotiated the surrender of the Taliban from Kunduz and Qala-i-Jhangi.

As I observed while covering the Kunduz front last fall, Northern Alliance commanders promised to quickly release ethnic Afghans among the Taliban once they laid down their arms. Many immediately joined the Northern Alliance. The status of foreign nationals, the so-called Arab Taliban, was somewhat nebulous since they didn’t have hometowns in Afghanistan to which they might return after being released. In the end, Dostum guaranteed the lives of all 8,000-plus POWs. “Both British and American military officers were present” at the surrender deal, says Doran.

After five years holed up in the mountainous northeastern region bordering China and Kashmir, watching the Taliban capture 95 percent of Afghanistan, Dostum and other Northern Alliance warlords found themselves, after September 11, with a new best friend: the American taxpayer. Newsweek magazine reports that Special Forces commandos from the U.S. Fifth Group hooked up with Dostum in October 2001, offering hundreds of thousands of dollars in bribes, advanced weaponry and the use of the Air Force to strike the targets he indicated. Special Forces soldiers turned Dostum and his top commanders into America’s proxy army; the Afghans didn’t dare to disobey the source of that largess.

Although the Americans have been portrayed as tagging along with the Northern Alliance, Afghan forces followed their orders. U.S. troops were in de facto command of joint U.S.-Afghan operations, including Dostum’s actions in the north.

Five thousand of the 8,000 prisoners made the trip to Sheberghan prison in the backs of open-air Soviet-era pick-up trucks. But Dostum’s soldiers, furious about the Qala-i-Jhangi uprising and a Taliban ambush during the siege of Kunduz, were out for vengeance. They stopped and commandeered private container trucks to transport the other 3,000 prisoners. “It was awful,” Irfan Azgar Ali, a survivor of the trip, told England’s Guardian newspaper. “They crammed us into sealed shipping containers. We had no water for 20 hours. We banged on the side of the container. There was no air and it was very hot. There were 300 of us in my container. By the time we arrived in Sheberghan, only 10 of us were alive.”

 

“I didn’t see any atrocities”

One Afghan trucker, forced to drive one such container, says that the prisoners began to beg for air. Northern Alliance commanders “told us to stop the trucks, and we came down. After that, they shot into the containers [to make air holes]. Blood came pouring out. They were screaming inside.” Another driver in the convoy estimates that an average of 150 to 160 people died in each container.

When the containers were unlocked at Sheberghan, the bodies of the dead tumbled out. A 12-man U.S. Fifth Special Forces Group unit, Operational Detachment Alpha (ODA) 595, guarded the prison’s front gates and, according to witnesses, controlled the facility in the hopes of picking key prisoners for interrogation and possible transportation to Guantánamo Bay. (This is how Lindh was singled out.) “Everything was under the control of the American commanders,” a Northern Alliance soldier tells Doran in the film. American troops searched the bodies for Al Qaeda identification cards. But, says another driver, “Some of [the prisoners] were alive. They were shot” while “maybe 30 or 40” American soldiers watched.

Members of OPA 595, interviewed for the PBS program “Frontline” on August 2, 2002, confirm their presence at Sheberghan but cagily deny participating in war crimes. “The prisoners were being treated the exact same way as Dostum’s forces were,” said master sergeant “Paul.” “I didn’t see any atrocities, but I easily could have. Some prisoners may have died because they were sick or ill, and Dostum’s forces just couldn’t give them any care because they didn’t have it.”

But even General Dostum admits 200 such deaths. And the Northern Alliance soldier quoted above says U.S. troops masterminded the cover-up: “The Americans told the Sheberghan people to get rid of them [the bodies] before satellite pictures could be taken.”

Ten minutes down the road from Sheberghan is the windswept scrub of Dasht-i-Leili. According to the Boston-based group Physicians for Human Rights, the 3,000 murdered Taliban POWs were brought to Dasht-i-Leili for mass burial. One witness tells The Guardian that a Special Forces vehicle was parked at the scene as bulldozers buried the dead. Despite a sloppy attempt to remove evidence after the fact, Doran’s camera sweeps over clothing, bits of skull, matted hair, jaws, femurs and ribs jutting out of the sand. Bullet casings littering the site offer grim testimony that some Talibs were still alive before being dumped in the desert.

Since 1999 both sides in the Afghan civil war had killed their prisoners in similar gruesome fashion, particularly in and around the northern city of Mazar-e-Sharif. And no one is defending the Taliban as a regime. “I have three daughters and the Taliban disgusted me,” says Doran. “But if we’re a civilized society, then when men surrender then they have to be given basic protection….These men were murdered in a grotesque fashion, summarily executed and kicked into large holes in the ground with American soldiers standing by.”

In recent months, Doran says, two witnesses who appear in his film have been brought to Sherberghan prison and executed by men loyal to Deputy Defense Minister Dostum.

The Pentagon refuses to investigate these charges.

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Faded Genes

Seeds…those sleepy little kernels tucked in their winter coats. Not one metabolic quiver until, suddenly and by the millions, they start to move. They travel by ground and by air, from state to state, from December through April. That’s the time of year when discerning growers scour seed catalogues, browsing long lists of plants with names like “prickly poppy” and “early blood turnip-rooted beet.” They scroll and search, lured on by the promise of the harvest, even while frost hugs the ground.

 

We’re the after Christmas business,” says Brian “Cricket” Rakita, the pony-tailed manager of the collectively owned seed exchange Southern Exposure, situated on 70 forested acres in Mineral, about 50 miles east of Charlottesville.

Closer to town is the non-profit Thomas Jefferson Center for Historic Plants. Both are seed banks dedicated to saving endangered germplasm, that is, heirloom plants: The established flowers, herbs and edibles of yesteryear, from potato onions and cheese pumpkins to bachelor buttons and broom corn.

Heirlooms, which come in staggering variety and from all over the globe, derive from seeds deemed worth saving by successive generations. Like antiques, age is usually the first consideration. Southern Exposure defines their seeds as pre-1940 because, as Rakita explains, American crop diversity declined with the World War II quest to feed Europe. International shipping favored a few stalwart strains, while countless others fell into obscurity.

Age definitions vary, though. The Jefferson Center for Historic Plants concentrates on garden plants “at least 100 years old,” says director Peggy Cornett. The center focuses on varieties grown by Jefferson and documented in American gardens throughout the 19th century.

While big seed catalogues may offer a few historic varieties, spreading heirloom seed is mainly small business, beyond major catalogue player Burpees. For example, despite their mail-order catalogue and nine contract growers, Southern Exposure keeps only about five acres in production, has fewer than 10 employees and sells from just two local outlets under its own name: Integral Yoga and the Thomas Jefferson Center for Historic Plants. Small is a relative concept, through: Rakita’s operation includes an inventory of more than 550 varieties of vegetables, grains, flowers and herbs.

While the primary goal of the collection is to keep their catalogue we stocked, Southern Exposure’s other stated goal of preservation puts it in sync with gene banks, grassroots seed-saving networks, botanical gardens and backyard growers everywhere. But the available stock is nowhere near comprehensive. A study done by the Rural Advancement Foundation International (RAFI) shows that 97 percent of vegetable varieties available in 1900 are now extinct.

Some gardeners are highly motivated to protect that slim percentage of heirloom plants that remains. Sue Frankel-Streit, a gardener from Trevillians whose family grows much of their own food, raises older varieties not only for their unique flavors but also as an act of preservation. “We plant heirlooms because we think they’re being lost,” she says, “and everything contributes to an ecosystem.”

Scientists, too, have found reason to embrace heirloom plants. Where traits involving pest and disease resistance are concerned, Rakita claims that “most genes that have solved modern agricultural problems have been found in heirloom varieties.”

Doug Taylor, a population biologist at UVA, explains that the need to seek genes from long-established plants arises from the uniformity of “crop species” today, which have become genetically narrow in the quest for high-yield crops for industrial agriculture. “You lose a lot of variety whenever you enrich a strain.”

Rakita says the solution to the corn blight of 1970—which nearly turned the United States into a food-importing nation because farmers had abandoned many of the regional varieties and relied on monoculture instead—came from an heirloom strain in Mexico: a gene for corn-blight resistance.

Following the blight, studies showed that most major American crops were just as vulnerable to disease due to a lack of biodiversity. The importance of gene banks suddenly came to light. The United States Department of Agriculture’s national germplasm system was then bolstered with new funding, while grassroots groups began organizing themselves into seed-saver exchanges, according to the Southern Legacy project, an heirloom preservation effort through the University of Georgia. While the USDA has concentrated on collecting germplasm globally, seed savers—both groups and individual gardeners like Frankel-Streit—continue to focus on local varieties.

 

Outside the huge loft office of Southern Exposure, tangles of old plants and new winter greens dot the grounds. A cold storage room nearby holds hanging strings of drying garlic and a broken freezer filled with jars of seeds. (Rakita says it doesn’t matter that the refrigerator repairman hasn’t stopped by yet; it’s freezing outside.)

With three-quarters of their business occurring in winter, employees keep busy processing orders, preparing packets and testing seeds for germination, which entails placing seeds on damp towels in an incubator until they sprout.

Most of Southern Exposure’s customers are backyard growers, but big businesses have dipped into the catalogue, too. “Dupont has purchased from us in the past year,” says Rakita. But Southern Exposure doesn’t, in turn, buy seed from Dupont, the world’s largest seed company.

“They don’t sell the things we’re interested in,” he says.

Besides pesticides and other agrochemicals, Dupont Corporation sells hybrid and genetically modified seeds, typically referred to as GM. Between Dupont and the Monsanto Company, the two control about 93 percent of the GM seed market worldwide, according to RAFI.

Lab hybridization is a form of genetic engineering that involves the blocking, adding or scrambling of DNA to create new traits. While such technology can splice one gene into another, it can’t create genes—fresh seed is required as the raw material. Hybridization, whether done in the lab or by breeding distinct, open-pollinated parents, is one way to tweak plants to make them higher yielding and more pest resistant. But these varieties, according to Rakita, are “impossible to preserve.” They don’t “breed true,” he says.

“The real benefit of these GM crops seems to lie in intellectual property,” says UVA’s Taylor, referring to the way companies like Monsanto and Dupont profit from patenting seeds.

Where food crops are concerned, gene tinkering is particularly controversial, with some experts estimating that nearly two-thirds of the products on the shelves of American supermarkets contain genetically engineered ingredients like corn, soy, canola and cottonseed oil. In 2001, 60 percent to 70 percent of all processed foods contained these staples, according to Whole Foods Market.

For gardener Frankel-Streit, growing heirloom plants is a deliberate choice to avoid “Frankenfood”: “We don’t want to grow genetically modified seed,” she says, adding that the main assurance for her family lies in starting with organic seed.

 

 

Southern Exposure adheres to the international “Safe Seed Pledge,” a promise to not knowingly sell GM seed. But even backyard gardeners enjoy the benefits of “improved” strains that can trump pests and boost the bounty. So, in lieu of hybrids—and in addition to raising heirlooms—Southern Exposure develops new open-pollinated plants.

“It takes seven or more years to take a wild variety and hone it to a dependable new one,” says Rakita, who studied agronomy at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. In some cases these plants “better suit people’s needs—should a certain insect develop greater resistance,” for example.

The company does buy and resell a few hybrids, though, including silver queen corn. Additionally, plant varieties that fall out of favor commercially can regain popularity. Consider cotton, which once came in many hues. “Naturally colored cottons have been big sellers,” says Rakita, displaying a boll of dusky orange fluff.

Even with the tender care that a seed bank like Southern Exposure puts into cultivation, however, there is a risk of losing varieties as a result of unwanted cross-pollination. Heirlooms are almost all open-pollinated plants. They’re grown outdoors, pollinated naturally via bees, wind, rain—and sometimes, by the wrong pollen.

In the area around Mineral, for instance, genetically modified crops like corn and soybeans are grown. What complicates the risk, says Rakita, is a dearth of research on “safe isolation distances” between GM and non-GM crops. Further, studies indicate that the pollen of some GM plants may travel greater distances and reproduce more readily than that of traditional plants.

Southern Exposure grows corn, for instance, a crop that has far-ranging pollen. “Our safeguard is primarily timing,” says Rakita. “Field corn in this area is planted early—so we plant our seed corn late.”

Another strategy, says Rakita, is to know the neighbors. “I know what’s being grown” up to one mile away, he says. But without studies confirming safe distances—which vary considerably from crop to crop—it’s hard to know if your “neighbor” is the gardener up the road growing organic melons or the farmer miles away growing acres of GM crops.

So why not protect heirlooms in a greenhouse?

“That’s not how these varieties are grown,” Rakita says emphatically. “When we grow a variety out for seed, our job is to take out the rogues—the poor performers. I can’t emphasize enough how important this is for keeping a variety strong. We’re selecting for the same conditions we expect growers to raise them in.”

Rakita says he’s combed the Internet and scoured the world, even asking Monsanto to conduct safe-distance studies. “I’ve found nothing since 1998,” he says, referring to a study that showed GM mustard to reproduce with wild species at a rate higher than expected.

“I don’t think these corporations understand the ecological effects of these things,” says Taylor. His personal view is that Monsanto, Dupont and their ilk have “not made the case” for the usefulness of GM crops in the first place. Unfortunately, he adds, the issue of transgenic gene transfer isn’t a hot or heavily funded research topic, either. “It isn’t popping up in studies of gene flow,” he says.

All of which leaves preservationists wondering if they’re doing the job they thought they were.

But the uncertainty hasn’t deterred Southern Exposure from the work of preserving the Kansas cantaloupe, Cajun jewel okra, and all those other nearly forgotten gems. Hundreds of them, in fact.

With biodiversity on the decline across the globe, Rakita has chosen to focus his efforts. “Variety,” he says, “is what we specialize in.”

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Art and Commerce

Economic times are tight in Virginia. And when axes start falling on State budgets, funding for the arts is often the first to be slashed. The Charlottesville-based Piedmont Council of the Arts hopes to dodge the blow by proving that, in Director Nancy Brockman’s words, “The arts are a producing segment of the economy.” That is, the arts drive tourism, provide jobs and generate revenue at other businesses.

Two years ago, an economic impact study commissioned by Virginians for the Arts found that Virginia’s arts and culture are, in fact, a $1 billion industry. That impressive figure makes sense if you consider that it includes such tourist magnets as Colonial Williamsburg. Fully three-quarters of the $342 million spent by out-of-state visitors in 1999, for example, landed in the Hampton Roads area, which includes Williamsburg.

The Piedmont Council is now at work on a similar study, this one focused on central Virginia. It too will include landmarks that aren’t specifically arts-related: Think Monticello. If the new study looks anything like the old one, it will show “arts organizations” as a poor cousin to “museums”: 3,600 arts jobs in Virginia overshadowed by 8,900 positions in museums, for example. (Which category an “art museum” falls into isn’t clear, but more than half the total jobs are in Hampton Roads.)

In some ways, arts organizations (McGuffey Art Center, say) and cultural organizations (Michie Tavern) have about as much in common as football and hunting. They’re related, but do they belong in one big category? Jill Hartz, director of the University of Virginia Art Museum, says that functionally, arts and culture are intertwined. She points out that, in a January 12 New York Times piece about Monticello’s Lewis and Clark Bicentennial celebration, the UVA museum garnered a mention for its related exhibit of Native American art. “By having over half-a-million visitors every year at Monticello, we hope that they come to the University and find us,” she says.

Additionally, Brockman points out, there’s overlap in the content of arts and culture. “When you go to Colonial Williamsburg, what are you learning?” she says. “Architecture, artifacts inside the houses—those are designed articles, the work of someone’s artistry.”

Though there are plenty of aspects of Williamsburg that are more strictly historical, she adds, “I don’t know how you would sort that out—how when you buy a ticket you would say a portion of this is arts related and a portion is not.”

Fair enough. But is economic impact the right yardstick for the arts in the first place? According to Hartz, “You can’t look at the arts as a business. They’re not self-supporting. They depend on the patronage of people throughout our society.”

John Gibson, artistic director of Live Arts, says his organization “measures our impact in the number of children we educate every year, the number of people who participate in our productions as performers or audience members, the impact we make on the quality of life.”

Brockman says a discussion of economics doesn’t disparage these intangible rewards. Indeed, it paves the way for budget-minded bureaucrats to lay down the dough.

“We all know that art for art’s sake is very wonderful, and that should be enough,” she says. “But it’s not an ideal world, and there are many choices that have to be made.”

With Monticello raking in the tourists and making funding seem worthwhile, she says, less glamorous educational and therapeutic arts programs can continue to do their good work. “A rising tide raises all ships,” she says.

Gibson is keeping his eyes on the aesthetic prize. “While I welcome any good news about the arts and our impact on a community,” he says, “I don’t wait for the news to witness that positive impact.”—Erika Howsare

 

Look, it’s Snook

The City Democratic machine keeps its driver

As an evening snow flurry began on Thursday, January 16, City Democrats filed into the auditorium at Buford Middle School for a bi-annual meeting to elect new party officers. Donna Goings greeted people at the door, handing out blank slips of paper stamped with a donkey emblem.

“It’s my party platform,” she explained to the confused Dems, who turned the sheet of paper over in their hands, or tried in vain to open it. When they looked at her helplessly, she said, “Think about it.”

Goings hoped the last-minute stunt would give her the votes she needed to defeat Lloyd Snook in the evening’s featured contest, the election of a new Democratic party chair.

“It should be interesting tonight,” said Josh Chernilla, a young Dem who worked the crowd for support in his bid for the party’s vice-chairman seat.

Chernilla and other Democrats were abuzz because the January 16 meeting featured an actual contest for party chair––the lucky winner would be responsible for fundraising, organizing meetings, spearheading election campaigns and possibly accepting the blame for Democratic losses.

An effective chair, Dems say, has two qualities: the skills and the desire to do a good job. In the past, they say, it’s been rare that more than one person at a time possessed both qualities.

“Some people called me and asked me to run for chair,” said Goings. “I don’t think many people actually want to do it.”

Two years ago, Russ Perry and Lloyd Snook sought the office, but instead of running against each other they decided to serve as co-chairs. After Republican Rob Schilling defeated Alexandria Searls to win a seat on City Council last May, many Democrats blamed Snook and Perry for taking the election for granted and bungling her campaign. The Daily Progress quoted Mayor Maurice Cox as all but calling for Snook’s ouster, and the paper quoted Snook himself saying that anyone who wanted “the headaches” of the party leadership could have them.

“I was frustrated when I made that statement,” Snook said during the meeting. “I was depressed over the way the party was in schism.”

Although Perry declined to seek re-election, Snook says after taking “a longer view and a deeper breath,” he changed his mind about giving up control of the party.

Party leaders are chosen by 100 members of the Democratic City committee, which comprises party faithful from each of the eight voting districts in Charlottesville, plus ex officio committee members, such as former mayors.

Critics often call the local Democratic party a machine run by a few elders, while Dems counter that the party is actually controlled by “whoever is in the room” when decisions are made. Both descriptions fit Thursday’s election. The aging Boomer set dominates the Dem City committee (except for a few up-and-comers like Chernilla, who took the vice-chair seat uncontested), and this cast of characters is almost always “in the room” for most Democratic functions.

Before the final vote, both Goings and Snook addressed the committee. Goings spoke of her love for grassroots campaign legwork and distaste for George Bush. She explained the blank sheets she handed out by saying, “I want you to shape the vision for the party. I’ll be here to listen.”

Snook criticized the party for its recent laziness, apologizing to Searls for disorganization.

“In the 2002 election, we didn’t have the records from 2000,” Snook said. “We didn’t know that 250 yard signs wouldn’t be enough.”

Apparently, the committee accepted Snook’s apology. He was re-elected to chair the Dems for another two years.––John Borgmeyer

 

 

An excise exercise

Tax autonomy is on Albemarle’s agenda

Anyone walking into Room 241 of the County Office Building on January 15 would have been forgiven for thinking she was in the wrong place. After all, not only was the regularly scheduled meeting of the Board of County Supervisors whipping along at a breakneck pace (it was completed inside a half-hour), but the subject under discussion was how to raise more taxes. Yes, you read that right. How to raise more taxes.

During the uncharacteristically brisk meeting, the six-member Board unanimously passed a resolution to support a tax-change bill now under consideration in the General Assembly. If approved in Richmond, the bill will allow counties in the Commonwealth to levy taxes on cigarettes, meals and admissions without first gaining the Assembly’s permission or winning approval through a voter referendum. Such a move could help put Albemarle on a par with Charlottesville.

Currently State law favors cities when it comes to raising revenues. Charlottesville City Council, for instance, can raise taxes without Richmond’s approval—a holdover urban privilege from the time when counties, practically by definition, were rural and therefore offered fewer services to their residents. Coping with that outdated system, Albemarle, which in these days of “urban ring” development is hardly “rural” anymore, has long struggled to find additional revenue. The County’s budget for 2002 was $208,618,535. Most of that was derived from real estate taxes. Unwilling to increase that levy, the County wants the Assembly to give it power to dip into other purses.

“Owning property in the County does not go hand-in-hand with the ability to pay the actual property tax,” says Supervisor Dennis Rooker, who represents the Jack Jouett District. “Unfortunately, when the County needs money, it’s forced to look to real estate taxes.

“This bill is a way for us to present alternatives,” says Rooker.

Supes Chairman Lindsay Dorrier from the Scottsville District concurs: “We need to reduce our reliance on property taxes,” he says. “We need this option.”

Rooker says that Albemarle County, which is practically a textbook example of sprawl, simply cannot be categorized as “rural” anymore.

“Our counties are much more urban,” he says. “They require the services people in cities have.” Those include sidewalks and other amenities that make so-called mixed-use development possible. These days, the Supes are stressing that kind of urban-style development model over the rolling subdivisions of a previous era.

But despite the Supes’ high hopes for levy changes in the County, not everyone is willing to even give this bill a second thought. Larry J. Sabato, director of the UVA Center for Politics, says the chances of this bill passing are comparable to swearing in an all-Republican City Council—real slim.

“You have to understand that this bill is seen as a hidden tax increase by all the people who don’t want their taxes increased,” says Sabato.

“Although this bill has many advocates in Richmond from the more urban areas, it is an extremely tough road to get it passed,” he further says. “I would be shocked if it did.”

While the mere mention of “raising taxes” might make County dwellers uneasy, the Supes insist that no one wants to raise taxes. “This is simply a way for us to look at other areas,” says Dorrier, although it’s unclear why Albemarle leaders would push for the change in law if they were not interested in applying it.

For now, until the bill is approved in Richmond and the new fiscal year begins in July, Albemarle remains highly dependent on the real estate tax, which this year is 76 cents per every $100 of assessed value.

“This is not something we’ll be acting on this year,” says Rooker, “but there may be a time in the future.” —Kathryn E. Goodson

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On the right track

Just over the crest of the hill, you see a plume of smoke escape. Instead of the low, familiar, chugging sound, however, you hear infectious music, a sound you haven’t heard before. Slowly Old School Freight Train comes into view—and begins to pick up steam.

The band, which is based in Charlottesville, has recently enjoyed some significant recognition. It’s self-titled debut CD, released in February by Courthouse Records, a division of Richmond’s Fieldcrest Music, was listed with 32 others as a potential nominee for Best Bluegrass Album by the National Academy of Recording Arts & Sciences. Unfortunately, when Grammy nominations were announced earlier this month, the band was left out.

In any case, “bluegrass” is far too limiting a label for Old School’s distinct sound. The band’s name implies a certain weight and steadiness, along with ties to the past, but with the exception of a few straightforward numbers, the music mostly breaks free of traditional bluegrass licks to encompass many influences, with jazz the most obvious. Several songs also have a distinctly Latin flavor, which adds a tinge of the exotic to familiar lyrics about far-away horizons and balls and chains.

Old School’s five members—Ann Marie Calhoun (fiddle/vocals), Peter Frostic (mandolin), Jesse Harper (guitar/vocals), Ben Krakauer (banjo) and Darrell Muller (bass/lead vocals)—got together in the fall of 2000. Each brings different interests and influences to the table.

“Pete and I were doing bluegrass before the band, and Darrell and Jesse were doing more jazz and funk, and Ann was doing classical stuff,” Krakauer, a UVA music major, says. “So each of us was coming from a different place, and then we all listened to each other’s stuff.”

The group paid their dues playing numerous live shows, mainly in the Richmond area, and soon opportunities began to open up. The group earned second place in the 2001 Telluride Bluegrass Festival Competition, and in 2002 they opened for well-known bluegrass artists like Lynn Morris and the Lonesome River Band. Before long, they decided to take their sound to the studio.

The album is not perfect—Muller’s vocals are serviceable, but his voice is not particularly strong or distinctive, and some of the instrumentals go on too long—but it is a rewarding and interesting first effort.

Krakauer admits that the band feels “really good” about only half of the songs on the first album, saying that in some ways Old School Freight Train was still finding its identity as a band.

“We might like the other ones, but you listen to some of the stuff and we hadn’t totally realized where we were going,” he says. “I think on the next project we want every single song to be totally representative of what we’re trying to do.”

Krakauer says the group already has six or seven new songs for the next release, with seven or eight more to go. He described a songwriting process that is wholly collaborative.

“Any of us can write tunes,” he says. “If you write a tune, you have it and arrange it, and maybe you write parts for other people and maybe not, and then you bring it in and everybody else takes it apart. So it’s like a rough draft, and once we get it into the group it’s like a democratic process.”

Although they missed out on a Grammy this time, the band feels motivated to ride this train much farther. Krakauer says the band has an audition for a record label in Nashville in March (a label he declined to mention, for fear of jinxing it), and is looking forward to taking their show on the road.

“If anything, it’s motivated us that we can make it work,” he says. “I’m graduating this year, and we’re all hoping to be able to travel around and play a lot. It’s a lot more fun to play when people are coming out to hear you than at some bar where you’re just part of the scene, you know? That’s really exciting.”

Old School Freight Train will perform as part of the Mid-Winter New Grass Festival at The Prism on Saturday, January 18. See our music listings for details.

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Dream Weavers

This little light of mine/I’m gonna let it shine.“ The rehearsal hadn’t officially started yet, but the Martin Luther King, Jr. Community Mass Choir was already singing. On a frigid Monday night, January 6, a jumble of people filled the black box theater at Charlottesville High School. Tight clumps of fidgety teenagers waited in line to collect folders of sheet music. Church ladies in brimmed hats put on reading glasses to make out the notes. Out of the chaos of piano chords and excited chatter, Jonathan Spivey, choir director, launched into a spontaneous rendition of a gospel song everyone seemed to know, complete with improvised lyrics: “When I have to sing a high note/I’m gonna let it shine.”

People still in line for music started clapping and stomping, and the room filled with more than 80 voices.

Spivey, who teaches at CHS and frequently travels as a guest conductor, says the MLK choir is one of the highlights of his year. “There’s something about this group that just energizes me,” he says.

Having assembled the annual choir for the past 15 years, Spivey enthuses about the way it keeps growing. Originally a joint effort of several area black churches, including Mount Zion First African Baptist Church (where Spivey is choir director), the MLK choir expanded by word of mouth and soon began to look like a cross-section of the community. Anyone who wanted to participate was—and still is—welcome.

“The Unitarians joined in, the Episcopalians, the Jewish temple, the Quaker meeting house…” Spivey remembers. “High school and middle school kids started coming, and last year I added a children’s choir” organized through Cale Elementary School. Altogether, Spivey hopes for 150 members to participate in this year’s performance at the Charlottesville Performing Arts Center on Sunday, January 19 at 6pm.

The racially mixed choir also draws singers from surrounding counties. “What I was most impressed about is that people come from all ends of the community, and it really represents what Martin Luther King was all about,” Spivey says. “It’s not a black choir, it’s not a white choir.”

Spivey has assembled a musically diverse program to reflect the diverse group of singers. “I try to pick something for everybody,” he says. “There’s such a hodge-podge of music there.” The choir has only a few short weeks between the new year and Martin Luther King, Jr. Day to prepare—no easy task—but Spivey and his musicians seem up to the challenge. The performance will be part of a program featuring Rev. L. Tyrone Crider, a Chicago-based pastor and activist, as the keynote speaker.

As befits academia, the annual King Celebration at UVA on Monday, January 27 at 7pm at the Newcomb Hall Ballroom, will take a somewhat more critical approach. Diane Nash, a civil rights activist and a founding member nearly 40 years ago of the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee, will give the keynote speech, “Beyond Charisma.” Nash questions whether charismatic leadership is the answer to African-Americans’ struggles.

Still, the event will include celebratory elements, too: a performance by the Mahogany Dance Troupe, poetry readings, and a presentation by the South Asian Leadership Society about the influence of Gandhi on King.—Erika Howsare

 

Journey to Ben & Jerry-land

No rocky road between here and Burlington 

City Council has seen the future of Charlottesville, and it is…Burlington, Vermont.

In October, a delegation of City and County leaders traveled to Burlington for a “journey of learning,” and last week they delivered a report on their trip to City Council. The trip seemed to reinforce for the delegation a great deal of what they already knew.

Burlington and Charlottesville have much in common. Each has similar populations in the city and surrounding county. Each city is home to a large university and a pedestrian shopping district. The cities even have complementary hometown heroes on the national jam band circuit––Phish, from Burlington, and our own Dave Matthews Band.

The two cities have similar ideas emanating from their executive branches, too. Charlottesville Planning Director Satyendra Huja lauded Burlington for its spending on public art, bike trails and traffic calming, not to mention Burlington’s tax on downtown merchants, which goes toward the cost of colorful signs directing tourists to the shopping district. Sound familiar? According to the slide show the delegation delivered at Council’s regular meeting on Monday, January 6, there was no shortage of mutual congratulation and admiration among leaders in the two cities.

Burlington and Charlottesville share problems, too, and the local delegates took special interest in how the New England city provides affordable housing and how it cooperates with the University of Vermont. On this point, however, the delegates returned with the lesson that Vermont is friendlier to progressive ideas than Virginia.

For example, Burlington’s municipal government can review and approve––or disapprove––construction plans at the University of Vermont. Using this power, the city council was able to persuade the school to build more student housing by refusing to approve other projects unless UV cooperated. Here in the Commonwealth, however, State universities are not required to abide by local zoning rules, and the result is controversial projects like UVA’s Emmet Street parking garage.

Vermont also gives city governments more power over land use. For example, a Burlington ordinance requires developers there to incorporate a percentage of “affordable” units into new projects. Such a law would not stand up in a Virginia courtroom. Upon hearing that, Councilors did not miss the opportunity to slam Richmond.

“There are tools available in Vermont that are not available in Virginia,” said Meredith Richards. “Virginia gives our cities very little leverage in dealing with universities, developers and property owners.”

Here, City Council hopes to emulate Burlington in dealing with Charlottesville’s housing crisis. Andy Montroll, president of the Burlington city council, says his city is suffering a major housing crisis at all income levels. “It’s hard to say for sure,” he says, “but without a lot of the city’s efforts, it would be far worse.”

It seems, however, that Burlington’s most effective strategies will never fly in the Commonwealth, so it’s unclear what direction Charlottesville’s housing strategy will take. Even with somewhat more freedom than Charlottesville to control development within its limits, Burlington’s housing costs are still heading into the stratosphere while strip malls and McMansions continue springing up in the surrounding county, Montroll says.

It seems the two cities do have a lot in common.––John Borgmeyer

 

Holding pattern

Supes hear the case against helicopters and rear entry

Another meeting of the Albemarle Board of County Supervisors, another round of delayed approvals, parking battles and residents’ ever-present resistance to change. From the County’s proposed neighborhood model to a landowner’s request to build a heliport, the Supes heard many complaints about unwanted change when they met on Wednesday, January 8.

More than a dozen locals (practically a convention by Supes’ standards) protested against the off-street parking and loading requirements the County has put in place in conjunction with the neighborhood model it hopes to approve before the turn of the decade. The ordinance, as it stands, states that parking for developed or redeveloped sites must be located on the side or rear of the building. Business owners pronounced the ordinance as the death of retail, and residents expressed fears for their safety.

“I certainly don’t want to walk behind the store I just came out of in the dark,” one woman said.

Although Supervisor Sally Thomas reiterated the point of the new neighborhood model—to encourage pedestrian-friendly retail development—she did not speak for the entire board.

“The point of a convenience store to me,” said Supervisor Charles Martin, “is that I can pull up in front of the building, and run in.”

Using the new neighborhood model, County Supervisors plan to coerce, cajole and command developers into building smaller-scale residential and commercial communities. Tree-lined streets and sidewalks with a town center feel, they are hoping, will replace the strip-mall debacle called 29N.

But while the Supes professed agreement that parking should not be deemed unsafe for residents and shoppers, they seemed to be in a sharp disagreement about the true definition of “convenience.”

Ultimately, time constraints forced the Supes to abandon the topic. Perhaps they were tuckered out by the other spirited discussion that had ensued during the afternoon—a public debate about choppers. Not motorcycles, mind you, but helicopters.

Seemingly all of White Hall was on hand to oppose construction of a heliport by John Griffin, a part-time Albemarle resident. Griffin, who also lives in New York, appeared surprised at the neighborly turn-out concerning his 1,330-acre property.

“I am, in every way, against all types of pollution,” said Griffin, “including noise pollution. I just think it’s a little much for all these people to come down here over 72 minutes a year.”

The hour and 12 minutes in question is the amount of time that Griffin calculates his heliport would be in use annually, with six trips to and from White Hall. While that comes to nearly the running time of a Guns ‘n Roses double CD, neighbors made no such comparison. It was the precedent that had them bothered.

“There is really no necessity for your own heliport,” said one resident of Millington Road, where Griffin’s property is located. “This just says to all the wealthy in Albemarle ‘Why drive?’”

One Free Union resident said with the noise of chain saws, SUVs, hunters and airplanes, the peacefulness of her property has been destroyed. Enough would have to be enough. “I believe people who move to and buy land in Free Union,” she said, “do it for the peace and quiet.”

One brave Millington Road neighbor came out in support of Griffin, whose request had been denied by the County Planning Commission three months ago. “Pegasus flies overhead all the time,” she said, “but we would deny this man a few modern conveniences due to the precedent it’s setting?”

The Planning Commission, in a staff recommendation to the Supervisors, suggested a few stipulations for Griffin and his heliport. Griffin may not have helicopter maintenance, other than emergency maintenance, on the property. No other airborne vehicle may use the property and absolutely no lighting for the helicopter landing site will be permitted.

“I could easily not approve this,” said Martin, striking an ambivalent pose as it came time to vote on Griffin’s case, “but since it’s in Walter’s district, I’ll go with his decision.” Supervisors Walter Perkins and Dennis Rooker supported the heliport, but with a few restrictions.

“If you could agree not to subdivide your acreage,” said Rooker, “and control conditions on the flight plan, I think we could approve this.”

Griffin agreed.

What the County Planning Commission rejected, the Board of County Supervisors approved 5-1. Thomas was alone in rejecting Griffin’s request.—Kathryn E. Goodson

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Psycho Analysis

In the wake of last summer’s Enron and WorldCom disasters and other corporate malfeasance along the way, the New York Stock Exchange (NYSE) and the Securities and Exchange Commission (SEC) have been busy trying to restore investors’ confidence. Their reach has extended to Charlottesville, where SNL Financial, a publishing company covering various financial services sectors, has had to think about adjusting its own way of doing business to appease the Feds. The NYSE and the SEC are trying to implement new rules to manage potential conflicts of interest that may hurt investors. Essentially, regulators decided that an equity analyst shouldn’t be allowed to freely discuss a company’s stock without mentioning that his or her employer also does investment banking or other business with that company.

In November, the NYSE proposed that when journalists use information from analysts, their publications must disclose any conflicts those analysts might have. For example, a paper could no longer report that Analyst X is recommending Acme Donuts, without mentioning that Analyst X’s employer is the investment banker for Acme Donuts. In addition, if a publication doesn’t comply, then the NYSE argued the analysts shouldn’t talk to reporters.

In Charlottesville, SNL Financial, which was founded in 1987 by Reid Nagle after he left his post as head money man for disgraced Wall Street high-roller Ivan Boesky, covers the banking, financial services, insurance, real estate and energy industries through daily electronic and print newsletters. Each newsletter has 200 to 300 subscribers. SNL’s subscribers tend to be professionals, including portfolio managers, investment bankers and stock analysts. SNL Publisher Alan Zimmerman recently spoke to C-VILLE about the new rule.

“I don’t think it helps us out,” he says. “I don’t think it helps the public out, I don’t think it helps Wall Street out, I don’t think it helps anybody out.” Given that SNL’s reporters and researchers talk to analysts every day, he has reason to be concerned. Many column inches in SNL’s newsletters are devoted to summaries of analysts’ reports on the industries that SNL covers.

Zimmerman says the NYSE has no grounds to tell a publication what to print. But, the NYSE has the ear of the SEC, which can regulate analyst behavior and make financial rulings. The NYSE can also require analysts who work with its member firms not to speak to reporters who don’t comply, thereby threatening the ability of a financial news organization to function. “In essence, they’re saying to a business like mine ‘Do what we tell you or we’ll cut off your sources of information,’” Zimmerman says.

In truth, SNL’s readers probably don’t require such disclosures. “Our audience tends to be pretty sophisticated,” says Zimmerman. “I would say they come into it knowing that every analyst is hopelessly conflicted.”

And then there’s the problem of checking compliance and defining what constitutes a disclosure. Would, for instance, a blanket statement suffice? Further, even if an analyst doesn’t work with a company he is discussing, he might be touting a stock to try and drum up future business. As Zimmerman says, “The fact of the matter is that every investment banker on Wall Street is always trying to get business, and the issue isn’t really the business that they’ve done but the business that they’re trying to get.”

On the one hand, then, there’s the issue of handing the disclosure problem over to reporters. There’s also the pesky matter of the Constitution and the First Amendment—rules limiting who the press can talk to and how sources should be identified probably won’t go unchallenged. So far, the NYSE doesn’t seem to see it that way. Edward A. Kwalwasser, a group executive vice president for the exchange, told The New York Times it was a non-issue: “We’re not saying what you can print. We’re just saying what our members have to do.”

Zimmerman disagrees: “I think that when the NYSE formulated this rule they really weren’t thinking about the Constitution or the First Amendment or how this would land on the ears of journalists in the United States.” Instead, says Zimmerman, the NYSE has suggested the rule in order to restore its own credibility. However, if the exchange keeps the rule and the SEC follows its lead, judges and lawyers will be left to decide its constitutionality.

If it gets to that point, Zimmerman foresees only one conclusion: “I would say it’s a no-brainer for a court to throw it out.”—Allison Knab

 

No-jet set

Disgraced CEOs, including an Albemarle resident, scrimp

On Sunday, December 15, in its Money & Business section, The New York Times chronicled how far many of America’s former top executives have fallen since it was discovered that they were robbing middle-class piggy banks to gild their own lairs. For goodness sakes, some of these guys have been reduced to flying coach. Coach!

Among the disgraced and downtrodden is Mark H. Swartz, sometime Albemarle resident and onetime chief financial officer of Tyco International, the conglomerate and former investors’ darling from which Swartz is accused of pilfering more than $600 million. According to the Times, Swartz, who was indicted in the spring and is free on $5 million bail awaiting a New York State trial in June, must limit his travels to Florida, where he maintains his primary residence, and New York City, where he meets with his lawyers.

Some, of course, would find that consequence fitting for a guy who purportedly spent shareholders’ hard-earned cash on building up his personal fortune and paying multiple mortgages. In fact, there might be those who think things could be a tad tougher for the former Tyco titan, whose company, as recently as January 8, 2001, was lauded by Business Week magazine for returning value to shareholders and adopting a management credo, which, at that time, was lauded for the now-laughable assertion that it “enforces accountability by setting tough goals.”

Also indicted with Swartz and similarly facing a cut-back in lifestyle is former Tyco Chairman and Chief Executive Officer L. Dennis Kozlowski , who also awaits a New York State trial, set for June 1. Kozlowski has to get a judge’s OK before even paying his electricity bill. The Times revealed that those bills alone in November totaled more than $2,000 for three of Kozlowski’s homes. In Nantucket, Kozlowski racked up $726 in electric charges; the figures were $1,047 for his Florida estate and $268 in Colorado.

Swartz’s and Kozlowski’s living expenses could decline considerably if prosecutors succeed in proving that they were at the helm of what the New York indictment described as a “criminal enterprise,” which was spun off from Tyco to divert funds and secretly sell millions of shares of the parent stock without attracting regulators’ notice. Further, prosecutors charge that Swartz and other defendants “provided incomplete and misleading information and omitted to give truthful information and necessary legal advice to the Board [of Tyco]…” Meanwhile, Swartz and his cronies “used their positions in the company to take corporate funds for themselves and their friends without permission or authority, and were able to conceal thefts and other wrongdoing by corrupting key employees…with lucrative payments to influence their behavior.”

The Associated Press reported on November 21, however, that “logistical problems” are plaguing investigations into aspects of the Tyco case. Translated, could that mean that Swartz might get off by dint of sufficient evidence? Even worse, might it mean that if Swartz avoids time in the slammer, he’ll be free to spend more time in the Blue Ridge?—Cathryn Harding

 

Art and violence

Rape victims break silence with creativity

Around noon on Friday, December 13, when the rain that had been falling all morning turned to ice, Stephanie Snell and Jessica Cochran gave up hope that many people would attend a vigil for victims of sexual violence held that day at the Thomas Jefferson Memorial Church on Rugby Road. But familiar with the realities of sexual assault, Snell and Cochran probably didn’t expect a packed house anyway, regardless of the weather.

Snell and Cochran both work for the Sexual Assault Resource Agency (SARA), which sponsored the 12-hour vigil; they say silence hangs like clouds around the true nature of sexual crimes in Charlottesville.

“I think there’s a combination of taboos,” says Cochran, a training coordinator at SARA. “Sex is hard enough for people to talk about. Then if there’s violence involved, it’s even harder.”

The vast majority of sexual violence is perpetrated by victims’ acquaintances or even family members, say experts at SARA. The tangled personal relationships involved in date rapes and incest mean that most sexual crimes are not reported to police. The atmosphere of secret and shame surrounding sexual assault means that victims are often condemned to suffer in silence, says Snell.

“When this happens, people need to know that it’s not right, it’s not their fault, and that they can get out of it,” Snell says. “But because of the topic, parents don’t talk to their kids about it. They talk about smoking and drugs, but not what to do if your boyfriend hits you.”

SARA’s vigil, held in one of the church’s side rooms, featured posters created by sexual assault victims.“We encourage people to do whatever they need to feel safe,” says Cochran. “Sometimes it helps to have a creative outlet.”

One 4-foot poster featured a blue watercolor god’s eye inscribed with a hand-written poem about incest by a woman doing time for murder whose words captured the many conflicting emotions enfolding sexual assault.

“I was the dirty girl and she was the cleaning brush,” it read. “I didn’t know how to make it stop. I wasn’t sure I wanted it to stop. I hated her. She was my best lover.”––John Borgmeyer

 

“This land is my land”

Vets oppose the City property grab

A rusting howitzer guards the Veterans of Foreign Wars Post 1827 on River Road. Above the building an American flag is flying, along with a black banner reading “POW-MIA You Are Not Forgotten.” Inside, there’s a dark hall with a low ceiling, like an empty cafeteria. Nashville singers dominate the Rock-Ola jukebox in the corner; a pair of pool tables are covered with green plywood boards striped for ping-pong; a Christmas tree blinks on the corner of a tiny stage. Framed patches and ribbons from military divisions like the 101st Airborne and the 24th Infantry hang on the back wall. The VFW has situated its reverence for all things military along the Rivanna River since 1953, when it purchased these nine acres of land.

Now the City wants to disturb the shrine by building improvements to the Rivanna Greenbelt trail network right on VFW property. And the veterans are preparing to wage battle in defense of their turf.

In November, City Attorney Craig Brown sent the group’s quartermaster Ed Ryan a letter with the following proposal: The City would pay VFW the assessed value of $4,565 for 138,000 square feet of riverside land to build a trail and parking lot. Or, the City would forget the parking lot, take 5,000 square feet for an access road instead, and give the VFW $3,000.

The VFW rejected the offer at a November meeting. “We think they’re taking too much from our members who fought for this country,” says Ryan. He says the members thought the offer was too low; they also objected to a parking lot, because it would abut the VFW baseball diamond and could become a hangout for miscreants.

“I don’t know why they’d want to build a parking lot on a floodplain, anyway,” he says.

Further, an access road would cut through VFW’s own parking lot, from which the group generates revenue of about $250 a month. “That’s important for our income,” says Ryan. “We’re not exactly a million-dollar organization out here.”

The City countered with a final offer on November 18. Citing a strict Federal deadline, the City said it would pay the VFW $1,350 for the 108,000 square feet it needs to build the trail. “If you fail to respond…or otherwise reject this offer,” wrote the City Attorney, “the City may acquire the easement through the exercise of eminent domain authority.”

Eminent domain allows the government to take private land for a public project––usually a road––at a cost determined by a court.

Ryan says most of the 285 VFW members are generally not opposed to the trail, and they don’t want to be seen as “standing in the way of progress.” He says the VFW feels disrespected.

“People can walk through here, we don’t object to that,” says Ryan. “It’s the City’s attitude that either we give up the land or they’re going to take it. That’s not fair to any veteran.”

The VFW got a reprieve during City Council’s regular meeting on December 16. The agenda asked Council to approve eminent domain proceedings against the VFW and another property owner on River Road, but the vote was postponed. The Federal deadline had been extended, and it wasn’t necessary to begin court action immediately. But Planning Director Jim Tolbert says the City will still take the land if the VFW refuses to sell.––John Borgmeyer

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Tales from the Gift

Flashlights, GOP handbooks and dirty shirts: very, very costly.

 

This will not be an O. Henry moment.In what follows you will find no stories of bartered hair and pocket watches. If there is sentimentality in these tales of best and worst gifts, we didn’t put it there. Deploying the sharpest investigative tools, by which we mean, of course, telephone and e-mail, we have asked some of Charlottesville’s fine folks to spill it on what has thrilled them and chilled them. Read on and learn. And here’s a hint: Stay away from toilet fixtures, discount candy and anything with the words “pickled” and “pig” in the description. That is, if you want to be invited back to the feast next year.

 

Kore Russell

Proprietor, Oasis Day Spa

One of the best gifts I ever received was when I was in Nagoya, Japan, and I had been with my ex-husband on a blues music tour. We were in a tour bus going back to the hotel. For some reason the bus was stopped. And B.B. King was up the stairs looking for me. At the time he called me Mrs. Harris. He walked up to me and handed me asingle red rosefor no reason except to be sweet. I kept it because I felt it was a real honest, sincere sentiment and he wanted to make me smile and give me a gesture of friendliness.

 

Charles Peale

Illustrator and WTJU radio host

A few years ago I was given a present by a friend of mine. It was a photograph that she found in her attic, really large, 20” x 18” or something like that. It’s a sterling portrait of a woman in her bridal outfit. She has a string of pearls, her veil off, flowers in her hand and she’s staring off. It was taken by Bradford Bachrach, who apparently wasa sought-after photographeraround here, or maybe somewhere else. It was really something. I have it up in my office. Somehow it was the best present and worst present I ever got, because my friend said she just found it. Anyway, people often come in here and say, “Is that your mother?”

Damani Harrison

Frontman, Beetnix

It was last Christmas. My older sister and I had been really tight until the time I was 16 or 17 and she left home to join the military. While she was gone, a lot of things happened in her life and I had not seen her for more than a week in four or five years. Last year in August she told me she had met a guy, and they were engaged to be married. She called me right before Christmas and told me she wanted to get married here in Charlottesville with my family and me. She came up here Christmas Eve. It took us forever to track down a justice of the peace on Christmas Eve. We married her in town and her daughter was there, too. Her husband was a really wonderful guy. We reconnected that day. And ever since then, we’ve been so tight. We had a beautiful dinner that night. When my wife and I got married, we had a wine goblet that splits in two like a yin yang. My sister and her husband drank from it during their ceremony. That was the greatest gift that I could have gotten—that my sister wanted to share that special moment with me anddrove all the way up from Mississippito do it.

 

Matteus Frankovich

Tea Missionary, Twisted Branch Tea Bazaar

The best gifts were all the American classics. The Schwinn Stingray, the Red Rider BB gun. The best gift was traveling with a friend in British Columbia who got me a ticket to asensory deprivation tankand my mind was particularly ripe at the time and I entered into a state, which has not left me since. It was one of supreme neutrality in which the lines between good and bad diminish. So asking me about a good gift or a bad gift…. Basically what I’m saying is that every complete vision of God must have a vision of terror in it and often times you say the “worst gift” and that could be the most transformative. Like putting you at your wit’s end, you sometimes come closest to the ultimate in those experiences. That would be desirable for me.

 

Ted Rall

Cartoonist and political commentator

The worst gift I ever got was in 1984. I was working on the Mondale campaign at the time. I was really crazy about this girl andspent a ridiculous amount of moneyon a watch for her. It was beautiful and she was really pleased with it, but she didn’t give me anything. Christmas passed; we were well into the new year. It sort of got to be a joke. Finally she decides to cough up a gift. It should be noted, I was in college at the time and had just had my financial aid package completely gutted by Reagan. I was working three jobs trying to stay in school, my grades were going to hell and I really held Reagan personally responsible for the fact that my life was going to hell. With all this, what does she do? She gives me this really, really cheesy GOP propaganda book for Christmas on February 1. And it wasn’t a gag gift. She said, “I thought you liked politics.” It was at that moment that I realized I had to dump this girl I was crazy about who I had thought I would marry.

 

Adam Thorman

Downtown regular

The worst gift I ever got was adirty white shirtfrom a thrift store, from my brother. The best gifts I ever got I bought myself, and there are a lot of them.

Mary Murray

Graphic designer

The worst Christmas present I ever got was when I got a Gravely lawn mower, which is a really good lawn mower, but the message was clear:Guess who’s mowing the lawn?

The best Christmas present I got was from my present husband who doesn’t know that much about art but he got me a French painting easel. The first couple of times I took it out, I was too self-conscious to stay out in public, until my very good friend said, “Shut up and paint.” Now I take it outside and to painting class and I park it in my living room so I look like an artist.

 

John Owen

Interior designer/painter

I was once given a soft toilet seat. That was the worst.

One of the best was from my daughter Sarah who wrote mea wonderful book of poemswhen she was very young and bound it herself and put illustrations in it. Every time I move, should my address change, Sarah will come and find it so she knows where it is should I ever lose it.

 

Alexandria Searls

Writer/photographer

The best Christmas present I’ve ever received: a gold garnet ring that I wear. I’ve also received a beautiful Twelve Days of Christmaspop-up book, by the artist Robert Sabuda. It’s gorgeous.

Worst present I’ve ever received: I have a charm bracelet, and I once received a charm that I just

didn’t want to put on there.

 

Bryce McGregor

Publisher, C-VILLE Weekly

One of the best gifts I got was when I was 5 years old. I got an Electro-Shot Shooting Gallery. It was an arcade-kind of game that had BBs and it was self-fed. But there was a hole in the back andone of the BBs fell outand I stuck it in my nose and ended up in the hospital. I spent Christmas afternoon in the emergency room. My parents treated it as though I had a knife in my frontal lobe, but the doctor plugged up one nostril, put a Kleenex on the other and said, “blow,” and out it came.

 

John Gibson

Artistic Director, Live Arts

We had an aunt who was notorious for her bargain shopping, and one Christmas she stopped by a Russell Stover outlet and we each got two pounds of candy that had been fused together into one solid mass—factory-reject candy. And it wasall fruit creams, too.

 

Terri Saunders

Proprietor, Sunrise Herb Shoppe

To me the best gifts are those that touch my heart, and usually they’re fromsomeone I loveor someone who loves me. It’s not so much the substance of the gift but what’s behind it. Unless the intent is negative, I think any gift is a good gift.

 

Eden Turkheimer

Seventh Grader, Buford Middle School

I got a cell phone. It was good because I can use it and I don’t have topay a billon it and I don’t have to borrow my Dad’s because I got my own.

The worst gift was a hot pink shirt with Barbie on it. I got it when I was 8 and I never wore it.

 

Sandy McAdams

Proprietor, Daedalus Bookshop

Twenty-two years ago at the holiday season, my wife, finally, after enormous pressure, agreed to marry me. Best present I ever got. She’s wonderful, has a huge heart, kept me out of jail andI’m not dead.

 

Barbara Shifflett

Proprietor, Station and Mono Loco restaurants

My best gift was the first year my dad bought Christmas gifts on his own, because Mom always bought. It was incredible to get a gift from your dad that you knew he picked. It was a winter sweater with knitted flowers appliquéd on.

The worst was when someone gave me a jar ofpickled pig lips. It was horrible. I threw it away or probably I re-gifted it like they did on “Seinfeld” to someone equally as deserving.

 

Ann McDaniel

Director, The Warehouse (the official Dave Matthews Band fan club)

In thinking this over, my memory keeps returning to the Xmas when I was probably 8 years old.

I opened a small flat box containing a wonderfulpen and ink drawing my father, an architect/artist, had done of a beautiful canopy bed. It took me a moment to figure out, but in the basement was a canopy bed and all matching bedroom furniture. It was one of the best Christmases ever.

 

Jill Hartz

Director, University of Virginia Art Museum

The best gift was when I was 14, I got tickets to see the Beatles in Detroit. So you can imagine! My father took me with three other girls. He dropped us off and picked us up afterwards. Inside it was just abunch of screaming girls. We made these gum-paper chains that we threw at them. It wasn’t a very long concert, in retrospect. They opened with “I Want to Hold Your Hand.” The most disappointing part of it was that my father had contacts with people who knew them and thought we’d be able to go to a cocktail party and meet them. But that fell through.

 

Adam Geilker

Fourth Grader, Johnson Elementary School

I don’t know what the worst gift I ever got was, but the best was when I was 4 and my grandmother I call Nana gave me a 3-foot-long white teddy bear.It was all furryand everything. It’s really old and tattered now. Now I use him as a pillow, but he’s mainly legs so he’s not much of a pillow. I named him Jonah.

 

Randolph Byrd

Publisher and Republican analyst

I was 10 years old and I wanted a “big boy” bicycle—26 inches. What I wanted was aSchwinn Phantombut I didn’t want the red one. That year they made them in all chrome. I wanted the all-chrome one. My parents told me prior to Christmas there were none available so I thought I’d have another bad Christmas with just socks and underwear and a lump of coal in my stocking. And I woke up Christmas morning and there was the beautiful, dazzling chrome bike. I felt like Pee-Wee Herman incarnate. That was my Cadillac for a long time.

 

Jen Sorensen

Cartoonist and this issue’s cover artist

A few years ago, my boyfriend, now my betrothed, went to Hawaii over the holidays and brought me back a tiki doll key chain. The tiki was supposed to be a reference to a “Brady Bunch” episode called “The Tiki Caves,” which unfortunately, I had never seen. He also gave me ashot glass covered with hula girls.

Of course, he intended these to be the worst gifts ever, but in these ironic times, perhaps that makes them the best gifts ever.

 

Al Byrne

Co-founder, Patients Out of Time, a marijuana

education group

I was 17 years old. I had been dating her for three years. I was madly in love. She gave mea flashlight. And she did it in front of my best friend and his date. It was over. Right at that moment.

 

NJ Gauthier

Local Music and Metal Director, WNRN-FM

When I was about 6 years old, around Christmas time I was complaining that our cat’s Christmas stocking was bigger than mine, and then—that Christmas day I came downstairs and Santa had brought mea stocking 4-feet tall! Full of goodies. I didn’t complain about my stocking that year again. I think later Santa burned that 4-foot stocking due to the cost of filling such a stocking, but at least I had it for a while.

 

Chad Hershner

Executive Director, The Paramount Theater

One of the things I remember is that growing up as a kid I always got a large orange at the bottom of my stocking every year. It was because my mother grew upin the years of the Depression, and they got an orange or chocolate bar. That was their special gift. I always got an orange and it was always special. It reminded you that then the holidays were more about family and treasuring the gifts you have around you every day.

 

Andrew Holden

Living-wage activist

Best gift was when I was in jail [for protesting low wages at the Courtyard by Marriott Hotel]. It was definitely the best gift I ever received. My fiancée knitted me a scarf herself. It’s nothing fancy, but she put so much love into it that it made it wonderful. I wear it all the time.

The worst gift wasone doughnutthat I received as a Christmas bonus from an employer, a factory I worked at. It was a glazed doughnut.

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Artistic Endeavor

Ice, snow and frigid temperatures be damned, 275 well-heeled patrons and artists pile into the stately University of Virginia Art Museum on Rugby Road on Saturday, December 7. Anticipation, tuxes and formal gowns surround the 55 donated pieces to be silently auctioned at “Seeing Double,” the fete sponsored by the Young Friends of the Museum.

In its seventh year, this is the museum’s one and only annual fundraiser, and one of its most important social events, too, which tout le monde Charlottesville wants to attend. “It’s so much fun to float around here and see old friends,” says Ruth Hart, editor of Albemarle Magazine, who herself is floating around in a black (naturally) close-fitting dress. “Seeing Double” has its more mercenary aspects too: “I actually meet a lot of new clients at this event,” says caterer John Eddowes.

Other than funds from grants and annual gifts, the museum’s special programs depend on this fundraiser. That’s especially true in these lean times. “It is getting more and more difficult to fund something like a summer camp,” says Mike Alexander, director of annual giving at the museum. “Due to the state of the economy, we can no longer rely on big corporations to make large donations.”

Last year’s auction, “Favorite Things,” collected $14,000 for the museum, $8,000 of which went toward the museum’s 2002 summer art camp. It’s priced at $300 per child for a two-week session. More than half of the children who attend are designated for scholarships due to learning disabilities or social disadvantages. “We try to bring at-risk kids from around the City into the program,” says Alexander. “Kids who excel in art or just plain love it who might not get this chance anywhere else.”

With members of the sparkly crowd mingling like lights on a small-town marquee, it’s not easy to discern the hob-nobbers from the art lovers from the foodies from the people who just want to feel those tuxes on their backs one more time. By night’s end, the tickets of $40 and upwards amount to a $10,000 kitty.

As for the art, a lot of local stuff is available at a relative steal. Lubricated by the rich reds and whites of Barboursville Vineyards, many patrons eye the mixed media, metal sculpture, watercolors and photographs and want to buy them for prices ranging between $25 and $500. Your correspondent, in fact, bids $30 on a Beate Casati mixed media entitled “Double Merry Bird Bag,” but loses it to a higher bidder. Other well-known artists such as John Ruseau, Sharon Shapiro, Sarah Sargent, John McCarthy and Edward Thomas are accumulating substantial bids themselves, including a Sam Abell black and white photograph, which, by the close of the bidding, is going for nearly $1,000. Six pieces of art were donated by last summer’s campers themselves, raising more than $400 for next year’s camp.

As the tolling bell, which had been delayed 15 minutes by the hope of late-entry bids by John Grisham, strikes mild anxiety into the bejeweled, those who are placing last bids edge to the front with aggressive civility. Others crane, in a well-mannered way, of course, to see the best-selling author before he departs. Still others head upstairs to collect their new acquisitions. In all, it’s a bit of a crowd scene.

“Popularity for this event is definitely growing,” says Young Friends President Erica Goldfarb. “We had artists calling us to donate this year. And every single piece we had sold.”—Kathryn E. Goodson

 

Jailhouse rock

Jail board entertains, but can’t pay for inmate services 

As the scant crowd assembled for a meeting of the Albemarle-Charlottesville Regional Jail Authority on Thursday, December 12, probably none expected a musical performance would accompany the noontime proceedings. Superintendent John Isom had a surprise for them.

At first, all anybody knew was that Isom was wondering whether the jail had any money. Then something started beeping a festive tune. Everyone looked around, trying to figure out who forgot to turn off his cell phone. Sensing the source was near, Isom lifted a stack of fairly expensive reports on inmate overcrowding at the Charlottesville-Albemarle Joint Security Complex to see if the noise might be coming from under the piled binders, but no.

Then he noticed his tie. The flame of red polyester decorated with triangular green trees and happy snowmen that Isom wore around his neck also, he seemed to realize just at that moment, played Christmas carols.

Isom laughed and flipped the fabric over his shoulder, where it continued to chirp behind him as he returned to what he was saying: “The question is, do we have the money?”

Isom spoke in a way that told Pam Smith, executive director of Offender Aid and Restoration: No, we won’t pay you for the work you do. Thanks for asking!

For 30 years the non-profit organization OAR has provided pre-release counseling, life skills instruction, guidance in parenting and anger management for prisoners. “Pretty much whatever a person needs,” says Smith. She had hoped the Jail Authority would pay an OAR employee $16.48 per hour to spend 10 hours a week at the Joint Security Complex, with a total of $11,721 to cover work for the remaining fiscal year and 2003.

OAR is one of many human service agencies thrown into financial uncertainty during the State budget crisis. In fact, OAR’s major money source, Pre- and Post-Incarceration Services (PAPIS), will be completely eliminated as of December 31. Smith, like many directors, is scrambling to find resources wherever she can.

“My job has become full-time fundraiser,” Smith told the board. “I really don’t like doing this.”

OAR’s work to prevent recidivism is, in Isom’s words, “very valuable” to the jail, but there’s simply not enough money in next year’s $3.18 million budget to spend a few thousand dollars on something that might actually stop inmates from coming back.

Jail officials say as much as 90 percent of inmates are prisoners of the Drug War, yet there are few local treatment options. Smith says recidivism rates are hard to quantify, but in general inmates are 65 to 70 percent less likely to re-offend after they’ve particpated in OAR programs.

Charles Martin, who sits on both the Jail Authority and the Albemarle Board of Supervisors, stepped in with some good news for OAR. “I think Blake [Caravati, City Councilor] and I can take care of it,” he told Smith. Caravati also sits on the jail board; he said he would bring the request to his fellow City Councilors.

Isom and the jail board have their own money problems. They just spent $17 million to solve overcrowding, yet the new 389-bed facility is currently home to more than 500 people [For more on the jail’s inmate surplus, see EXTRA!, page 9]. At Thursday’s meeting, Isom suggested the board begin the process of expanding capacity yet again by requesting funding for another study, which some board members estimated could cost between $5,000 and $10,000.

Jail Authority Chairman Richard Jennings said the Board should consider “at least a draft plan” on what to do about overcrowding. “I’m just trying to get a conversation going,” said Jennings.

The nine-member group of City and County officials and appointed citizens that guides jail policy “isn’t like other boards,” says Caravati. “There are not a lot of closed meetings,” he says, which means the board only meets once a month to talk about running the jail.––John Borgmeyer

 

Albemarle Place skates through

Bad weather equals good timing for big development 

As reported in last week’s Fishbowl [“Place your bets”], the Albemarle County Board of Supervisors prepped themselves for the public hearing on Albemarle Place, a proposed 1.7 million square foot amalgamation of shops, theaters, restaurants and residences comparable to Georgetown or Reston Town Center. But on Wednesday, December 11 at the Supervisors’ regularly scheduled meeting, being “prepared” for the hearing didn’t seem to be an issue.

With ice and rain blanketing the City of Charlottesville and schools and businesses closed around the County, there wasn’t one member of the public present to object during the hearing. The only people represented in the audience were Bruce MacLeod and Frank Cox, the big kahunas behind the up-and-coming mega-development.

Looking out at the empty room, Chairwoman Sally Thomas said, “Well, this will be one of the longest plans passed in the least amount of time in history.” After quick nods and chuckles from the Board, Supervisors passed the Comprehensive Plan Amendment 5-0 for the future rezoning of one of the busiest corners of the County—Hydraulic Road and Route 29N.

Although the Supes congratulated themselves on a job well done, there are still important decisions to make about traffic. In less than 15 years, the Virginia Department of Transportation predicts the intersection of Hydraulic and Route 29N will be in total gridlock unless major improvements are made. City Council criticizes the Supes for approving large projects like Albemarle Place, but then not doing enough to plan for traffic problems. Council is interested in building an overpass at the intersection and refuses to cut the controversial Western Bypass from its road plans until the County embraces the City’s traffic vision.

Supervisors are looking to developers MacLeod and Cox to build some road improvements along with their stores.

“Now that our application is activated,” Cox said after the meeting, “we’ll be using the next six months to pursue some positive advancements with the Planning Commission and the Virginia Department of Transportation.”

Aside from transportation issues, included in the amendment was the increase of the basic “footprint” (amount of space any one store can cover) from 65,000 square feet to 70,000 square feet. As the Cox company admits, although pleased, they accept it with some reluctance.

“Of course we wish we didn’t have any size restriction on our incoming retailers,” said Cox, “but we know that what the County is really saying is ‘No more big box development.’”

But in the fight for more square footage, Albemarle Place’s developers (who have currently spent $25 million dollars on planners, lawyer’s fees and land) hope their project doesn’t get mired in City-County political squabbling.

“We’re simply hoping our project doesn’t get caught up in a planning dispute that delays progress,” said Cox.

If all goes smoothly in the next stages of approval, which are expected to last through the spring, Albemarle Place, which in the end will cost owners Landonomics, Inc. and Ezon, Inc. more than $200 million dollars, could be breaking ground as early as the end of 2003. And though no retailers will allow the release of their names or details until the project is fully underway, in as little as 18 months the first phase of Albemarle Place could be completed.

“Over the next 50 years,” said Cox, “ I believe you are going to see more and more projects following this model of new urbanism.”—Kathryn E. Goodson

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Homeland Security

What purpose does a gate serve but to limit access? Depending on the setting, a gate can forbid freedom or promise a new horizon. Or, if you live in Keswick, Glenmore, Lake Monticello or any of the ersatz gated subdivisions around Charlottesville, a gate can rise as a shining symbol of such lifestyle amenities as electronic surveillance devices, swimming pool complexes, clubhouses and steeply rising property values. From the outside, the gates send a hearty message of “Do Not Enter.” From the inside, they signal a distinctive brand of “community.”

But whereas other parts of the country have experienced a rush on wrought iron, so to speak, as concerns about crime and privacy drive families out of the cities and into the suburbs, Charlottesville has become home to hundreds of sequestered houses apparently for different reasons.

“We have a giant bubble over our community,” says Charlottesville Albemarle Association of Realtors President Pat Jensen. “With so many beautiful and safe places to live, gated communities simply don’t mean the same thing here as they do in other parts of the country.”

Still, Charlottesville’s gated enclaves share at least one feature with similar neighborhoods around the United States: They practically guarantee an above-average return on investment. Whether it’s the presumed prestige factor or an epidemic of golf enthusiasm, houses in places like Keswick appreciate at a rate that observers say is greater than the County’s annual 7 percent norm.

Not surprisingly, gated communities inspire vehement opposition, too, among those who believe they promote isolation and homogeneity, not to mention an “us”-and-“them” mentality.

 

Down and out in Fluvanna County

The oldest gated community in our area, Fluvanna’s Lake Monticello, which was built in 1970, doesn’t seem to be constructed on the Who’s Who foundation of other gated enclaves. With more than 3,500 acres filled with 4,500 homesites, the local price of the fortress mentality, in this neighborhood at least, is less than one might think—$75,000 to $500,000, according to Greg Slater, a manager at Lake Monticello. (Lake Monticello also offers three areas that are not gated for those who would prefer access to the golf, pool, lake and clubhouse facilities without the manned porthole experience.)

And, claims Slater, that budget price can buy individuality. “We have no cookie-cutter homes here,” he says.

Close enough to Charlottesville to be convenient but far enough away to be more affordable, Lake Monticello, says Jensen, is a place where “you can simply buy more house for your money than in the rest of Albemarle.”

Not only that, but for an annual owners association fee of $490, you buy access to a 352-acre man-made lake with more than 22 miles of lake shoreline for swimming, fishing and boating; an 18-hole championship golf course; three clubhouse eateries ranging from formal to casual; private campgrounds; tennis courts; and several playing fields. Lake Monticello even has its own closed-circuit informational TV channel. In a mini town like that, why (aside from earning a living) would anyone want to venture past the gate?

For at least one resident, however, a man originally from New Hampshire who would be interviewed only on the condition of anonymity, neither the amenities nor the gate were the appeal. He retired to Lake Monticello six years ago after buying his house sight unseen, he says, because “the biggest draw was the reasonable price.”

“I rarely even use the lake, golf course or pool,” he says.

Jeane Rashap and her husband moved to Lake Monticello about nine months ago from a home they rented near Charlottesville’s Rugby Road. Although they loved living in the City, when it came time to buy, there was just nowhere else they could find a 2,700-square-foot home for around $200,000. “The golf has been nice for my husband,” says Rashap, “but we wouldn’t have chosen Lake Monticello if we’d found something affordable somewhere else.”

 

Privilege or necessity

Glenmore, the 10-year-old gated colony in Albemarle, east of Charlottesville and on the other end of the pricing spectrum, draws its residents not out of affordability (prices for houses can soar past $1 million), but sheer exclusivity. And nearby Keswick, considered one of the area’s most elite communities, offers 300 homes ranging in size from 1,200 to 10,000 square feet at prices that can be upwards of $4 million.

Evidently, there’s something of value to keep secure behind those gates.

“With all that’s going on in the news today,” says Jeff Gaffney, the supervising broker for the section of Real Estate III that manages Glenmore, “people are looking for that extra safety factor.” Like Lake Monticello, Glenmore has a manned front gate. The gatekeeper will let you pass only if you have been authorized to enter by a resident. Also, all entrances are equipped with security cameras that monitor which cars pass through.

Still, Jensen figures that what really lures people to Glenmore and Keswick are the special amenities like a championship golf course and an equestrian center. Translation: You might live in a glorified subdivision, but you’ve come a long way, baby.

At present, there are 500 residences in Glenmore, with developers hoping for a total of 800 to share what the promotional literature describes as “the beautifully laden emerald-green pastures, gentle knolls and rolling hills reminiscent of a Scottish landscape.” And besides the Platinum MasterCard aura and the manned front gate, something else fortifies Glenmore’s appeal—real estate values.

“When you’re looking at increased property values,” says Gaffney, “while all of Albemarle County has appreciated, Glenmore is at the top of the list.” With land values that have doubled in the last decade compared to the 8 percent increase of the county average, a pad in Glenmore has proven to be a good investment. One home that sold for $170,000 in 1993 recently sold again for $300,000. Another going for $500,000 in 1993 went for more than $750,000 this year. According to recent nationwide real estate studies, in fact, gated community-style housing can fetch anywhere from $50,000 to $100,000 more than comparable non-gated housing.

 

State your business here, sir

Even where the lines of secluded turf are not drawn solely by wealth, the message to the public at large remains, “keep out.”

By the same token, however, Glenmore has been praised by some for creating “communal bonds” within the gates themselves. With pedestrian-friendly streets and public spaces like the clubhouse or fitness center, “It is so easy to meet other residents here,” says Gaffney. “It’s like stepping into a built-in social life.”

Tom Pace, who is the sales manager of Glenmore and a longtime resident, agrees. “One can get as involved or not involved as one wants,” says Pace. “It truly is a social lifestyle choice.”

Pace says his clan was the seventh family to move into Glenmore, and, although he has moved three different times within the community, he has never left.

Still, where insiders see “community,” critics on the other side of the gate see an elitist “members only” club.

Dave Norris, chair of the Charlottesville Redevelopment and Housing Authority Board of Commissioners, believes gates serve only one of two purposes—to keep people in or out. Gates can wall off very poor communities and very wealthy communities, all the while eliminating the public spaces in which different social classes might combine. Typical melting pots such as Darden Towe Park or Fridays After Five have been replaced by private soccer fields within the gates and black-tie events at the clubhouse.

“One of the main reasons a neighborhood such as Belmont works so well,” says Norris, “is you have a mix there—an integration of poor people, middle class people, middle-upper class people, residential and commercial retail. Walled-off enclaves removed from services and others kinds of people just don’t work.”

Ron Higgins, the City’s planning manager, also maintains that a city needs to be connected, especially a smaller city such as Charlottesville, which holds dear the value of congruity. “As a 30-year resident of the City,” says Higgins, “I imagine gated communities have their place; it just seems more isolated.”

 

Don’t fence me in

For some people, of course, isolation is exactly the point.

“The gate is definitely a selling feature,” says Slater. “It is nice when not just anyone can drive up on your property at any given time.”

“We have people like [UVA basketball and football coaches] Pete Gillen and Al Groh living in our community,” says Real Estate III’s Gaffney, “and they don’t want just anyone walking up to their front door.”

Yet there are those occasions when the rules and regulations that are the price of admission to the box seats can be real downers. “Sometimes these communities with their homeowners associations,” says Jensen, “can be limiting to people’s freedom of choice.” Want to stack wood in front of your house? Well, that’s just too bad if you live in Lake Monticello. You can’t.

One Lake Monticello resident (who also refused to have her name published) says she came home one day to a “citation” for verboten pipes exposed in her yard. “We are unsure if the complaint came from a neighbor, or from the owners association,” she says, “but either way, there are times when we really have issues with all the rules.”

Lake Monticello is also the only gated community in the area to employ a private police force, a measure often too expensive for other communities, which choose an electronic gate system instead. The Lake Monticello Police Department, on the lookout for any suspicious elements in this forest by the lake, make alien infiltration difficult, unless of course you are the Domino’s delivery guy, the Lake Monticello Fire Department or a construction vendor—these folks have bar codes to get in at any time.

“The gates can be irritating, especially if they aren’t working correctly,” says Lake Monticello resident Rashap, “but they serve their purpose—to protect the residents and their amenities.”

 

Go jump in a lake—but only if you’ve paid your dues

There’s no hiding the fact that Lake Monticello residents, like others in gated communities, want their amenities to remain their amenities. “The gates are necessary for the people paying dues,” says Slater.

The gate at Glenmore was built for $200,000, and yearly maintenance is another $170,000, which includes not only salaries for guards, managers and staff, but electricity and computers, as well. “Although it’s certainly not fool proof, it’s worth it for the peace of mind it gives people,” says Gaffney.

Again, some observers see the situation differently. A gate does not a great community make. As Jensen points out, Charlottesville has plenty of historic and stately areas such as Ivy, Park Street and Rugby Road. Some area residents occupy both worlds. Developments such as Bellair, Farmington, Ednam, Dunlora and Forest Lakes have many of the makings of a gated community, minus the uniformed man (or bar code) raising the gate.

Dunlora, for example, which is fronted by a large brick entrance and a gate-like aura, has some of the same amenities as Glenmore (minus the ACC coaches): community swimming pools, clubhouses, annual dues and basic rules and regulations. But, in theory, anyone could drive through.

In the end however, for whatever reason, communities such as Glenmore, Keswick and Lake Monticello succeed in attracting residents. Fluvanna County, still considered primarily rural, is now the second-fastest growing county in Virginia. With a population of 21,200, it has grown by more than 60 percent during the past decade. “Most of this growth is thanks to Lake Monticello,” says Slater.

 

Access and egress

Whether gated communities promote homogeneity or a secure environment, Gaffney advances the standard market-bearing rationale for their existence around here: If people didn’t want gated communities, then developers wouldn’t be building them. “It’s a ‘move up’-type market and people are choosing it left and right,” he says.

CRHA’s Norris, though, raises doubts about the health of gates for the community at large.

“These gated communities are just a form of ghettoization,” he says. “You’ve got ghettos for the poor and ghettos for the rich.” As an example, Norris points to a new fence, of sorts, at Westhaven, a low-income housing development in the neighborhood of 10th and Page streets. One side of Westhaven borders the rear entrances of West Main Street businesses, some of which have started to complain about graffiti and vandalism and responded with a new divider. “There’s a stairway that ends with a fence now,” says Norris, “just a further sign of the isolation of Westhaven.”

The fences might obstruct graffiti, but they’re roadblocks to progress, too, says Norris. “As long as both the rich ghettos and the poor ghettos remain isolated,” he says, “how can we ever broaden the community, embrace diversity?”

Pace, the Glenmore sales manager, maintains that his community is more than diverse. With residents of every age hailing from places like China, Hawaii, Canada and England and participating in local politics and schools and boards, Pace says it is wrong to think that the people of Glenmore have chosen to lock themselves out of society.

“Living in Glenmore, or any gated community for that matter,” says Pace, “is simply a lifestyle choice, that’s all. It has nothing to do with isolation whatsoever.”