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Poly want a lover?

Thank you for putting out the recent survey on sexual relationships. I took the survey and was amused, mildly surprised and disappointed by the strictly monogamous angle at which it was written.

There are many people in the world (and certainly lots in Central Virginia) who practice polyamory as an alternative to unfulfilling monogamous relationships. Committed polyamory involves open and honest dialogue between all partners and encourages us to process our issues with jealousy, insecurity, possessiveness and envy. For me, being a married polyamorous woman offers me the gift of exploring and initiating new friendships (whether they become sexual or not) that always offer me new insights into both my world and myself the way that the first or primary relationship initially did. Once my partners and I choose to realize that the glow of a new relationship does not need to extinguish the steady fire of the old, the fear of the repercussions of ”cheating” go away.

By choosing poly over mono I also relieve the pressure on other lovers to “be my everything.” I can enjoy friendships with people who offer different outlooks, styles and attractions and not feel upset that my spouse is lacking in something, when others can offer me what I seek. The only “downside” (and I don’t really consider it as such) is the time and energy commitment involved in keeping multiple romantic attachments strong and healthy. For people already feeling society’s time constraints, the commitment to check in and literally manage your romances can be an extra burden.

Again, thank you for your efforts at compiling the data. It is my hope that more in my community will also speak out to ask for recognition of a fantastic way of loving and living.

Sienna Fennell

Alemarle County

Clear the air

As an employee of Clear Channel Charlottesville and a reader of C-VILLE Weekly, I must say that I am highly disappointed in your article “War makes for strange bedfellows” [InReview/Media, April 8]. While you were incorrect in reporting that Clear Channel nationwide pulled the Dixie Chicks off our playlists, incorrect in quoting some of our DJs’ on-air comments and guilty of perpetuating the myth that Clear Channel Corporate makes all the decisions for our locally managed radio stations, it is not your poorly attempted attack on us that bothers me. What is disturbing to me, and should be to the rest of your readers, is that you did not do your research.

You reported false information as if it were the honest truth because you were too lazy to make a phone call. A reader of publications such as yours, and other news sources, relies on you to do your homework so that what he or she is reading is accurate. The reader depends on you to give him or her good, solid information. Unfortunately, the bulk of the information in the previously mentioned article is false, and uninvestigated. Sadly, quite a few of your readers will take you at your word.

From now on, I will not believe anything you print until I find it out for myself. After doing some research of my own, I did find that, of the Clear Channel Charlottesville employees polled, they wish that there were no need for war, and they support our men and women who fought for our freedoms so that people like you can write inaccurate articles and not be tortured because of it.

Angie Logan

Charlottesville

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Homebuyer beware

VDOT’s road-expanding project threatens Fontaine Avenue 

On April 16, a State appraiser showed Monica Vieira approximately how much of her front yard will be appropriated by the Virginia Department of Transportation.

“I kept saying, ‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’” Vieira says. She and Kevin Kotlarski bought the house at 2316 Fontaine Ave. for $210,000 in December, after deciding against a bungalow on nearby Monte Vista Avenue.

“We really liked the character of this place,” says Vieira, standing beneath a towering pine tree. “I had all kinds of plans for fixing up the yard.”

Her landscaping agenda changed last month, when a VDOT official said the agency wants to purchase some of her land to widen Fontaine Avenue. Vieira and Kotlarski will lose several feet of lawn, including the pine tree, where their property borders Montpelier Street. If property owners along Fontaine don’t sell their land, VDOT can take it by eminent domain.

Furthermore, City Council in June likely will approve zoning changes to allow taller buildings on Fontaine. Drawings from the City’s comprehensive plan show a U-shaped apartment building where the Vieira and Kotlarski’s house now stands.

Had they known about the impending changes, would Vieira and Kotlarski still have bought the house?

“That’s a good question. I ask myself that every day,” says Kotlarski.

“We certainly wouldn’t have paid so much for it,” says Vieira.

The home’s previous owner, Michael Carmagnola, knew about the construction plans before the sale. “I was aware there were discussions about that, but I thought VDOT had put those plans on hold,” Carmagnola says. “I don’t recall if we had a specific conversation about it, though. I’m sorry that they’re upset.”

Kotlarski says talking with Carmagnola is “on the agenda.”

“We’re waiting until our emotions aren’t so much on our sleeves,” he says.

For now, the couple, along with other Fontaine residents, is directing its feelings at City Hall. On April 21, Vieira made a tearful appeal to City Council to stop or scale back the construction plans. Hans Gerstl, Jr. has been holding meetings with residents and City officials at his Fontaine Avenue restaurant, Ludwig’s Schnitzelhouse.

“My mother and father started this business in 1970, and I lived up upstairs as a child,” says Gerstl. “I’ve seen all the nice homes on Jefferson Park Avenue turn into apartment complexes. We’re determined that’s not going to happen in our neighborhood.”

The Fontaine project, however, actually began during Gerstl’s childhood. In 1974 City Council first requested that VDOT widen the road, which is an important thoroughfare for UVA football traffic and one of the “entrance corridors” Council has long targeted for redevelopment. VDOT’s original designs called for a five-lane road, which residents thought was too massive. In 1996, a task force of City officials and Fontaine residents agreed that VDOT would instead make Fontaine three lanes––two travel lanes and a turn lane. The State also agreed to build sidewalks and plant trees. VDOT said it would pay half the cost to put utility lines underground, but City Council ruled that only commercial districts like Downtown and West Main require clear skies, and refused to pay for the undergrounding on Fontaine.

Since then, residents have come and gone in that neighborhood. “All the residents who sat on that task force no longer live on Fontaine,” says Councilor Meredith Richards, who works with the State on local road projects.

If Council were to back out of the project now, it would have to pay VDOT nearly $800,000 for engineering work that’s already been done. “That’s extremely unlikely,” says Richards.

Because major road projects are typically approved in one decade and built in another, new residents can feel ambushed when construction begins. As Vieira and Kotlarski can attest, homebuyers can’t rely on sellers or the City to warn them about projects that might be lurking in their neighborhood. Sellers want to seal the deal, and, say critics, City leaders keep residents in the dark so as to minimize political turmoil.

Kotlarski says he wants to delay VDOT’s land acquisition as long as possible in hopes of scaling back the widening project. Councilor Richards says the project may be “tweaked,” but will not be significantly changed.

Somehow Vieira has found the situation’s upside. “One good thing about this,” she says, “we’ve had all these meetings and we’ve gotten to know our neighbors pretty quickly.”

––John Borgmeyer

 

Two of a kind

Two of three local banks report profits 

During the past two months, most local banking news has been dominated by one story, the $2.4 million check-kiting scheme perpetrated by Ivy Industries against Albemarle First Bank. But recent filings with the Securities and Exchange Commission by Albemarle First and other locally owned banks indicate it’s not all bad news out there. “This is chapter one of a long story—and so far, so good,” says Virginia National Bank President Mark Giles, assessing his bank’s performance last year.

VNB and Guaranty Bank each experienced solid growth in 2002, according to annual reports recently filed with the SEC. Both posted earnings, too, in contrast to Albemarle First, which lost 22 cents per share for the year and, which, besides the Ivy Industries’ fraud, grappled with the lingering after-effects of aggressive lending and poor underwriting in previous years.

VNB grew assets by nearly $30 million in 2002, to stand at $170.6 million and earned 41 cents per share. Loans were up and VNB’s loan loss reserve was a healthy 1.07 percent of outstanding loans. Loan loss reserve refers to the allowance for bad loans that a bank builds into its financial calculations.

“It’s an unfolding story,” says Giles. “We’re ahead of where I expected us to be in all areas, and we’re still growing into our capital, which will take a couple of years.”

On May 1, VNB stock closed at a price of $18.50 per share, on the low end of its 52-week range.

Last year VNB posted a small dip in mortgages and consumer loans. Giles says that alteration doesn’t reflect a specific bank policy: “I can’t imagine why in 2002 anybody would get a car loan when they could get one from GMAC with 0 percent interest. It’s not so much our intention as it is the way the world has evolved.”

Guaranty Bank showed the most dramatic progress of the three locally owned banks, earning 89 cents per share in 2002. On top of that, this year Guaranty has already paid out a cash dividend to shareholders and has announced a second dividend to come. While assets have steadily decreased in the past two years to stand at $209 million at the end of 2002, this is positive news for the bank. Guaranty has undertaken a steady process of reform after entering into an agreement in October 2000 with the Federal Reserve Bank. Generally, a written agreement between a bank and the Fed indicates that regulators harbor some reservations about whether the bank is being run in a safe and sound fashion. As part of the agreement, Guaranty revised a number of its policies and realigned its loan portfolio. Its real estate-related loans have been on the decline, while its commercial business loans have seen steady growth.

Guaranty President William E. Doyle, Jr. says it’s all blue skies for Guaranty: “There was a very rapid ramp-up in lending practices and a high concentration of real estate-related loans,” he says.

“We were on a rapid-growth track, and the bank just didn’t have the procedures and personnel in place to take care of that,” Doyle continues. “There was a conscious decision to downsize the bank, not with a target in mind, but to focus on profitability as our primary objective.”

Indeed, commercial business lending currently comprises 51 percent of total loans outstanding at Guaranty, and residential mortgages decreased by half in 2002 from the previous year to $20.1 million. Its overall loan loss reserve last year was 1.36 percent.

Guaranty’s shares closed on May 1 at $14.76, at the high end of their 52-week range.

While Albemarle First posted a loss last year, its total assets climbed to an all-time high of $101.1 million, nearly a 12 percent increase over 2001. The bank’s loan loss reserve was 1.58 percent, reflecting the risky loan portfolio that has troubled the institution. Albemarle First President Thomas M. Boyd, Jr. predicts 2003 will be the start of a turnaround, even as the lender copes with fraud: “We’re working on our loan portfolio and the size of the troubled loan portfolio will decrease this year.

“Later on this year,” he continues, “things will improve greatly.”

Albemarle First shares closed on May 1 at $8.24, in the middle of their 52-week range.

—Aaron Carico

 

Batesville P.O.

Town faces identity crisis last business goes on the block

A dilapidated barn slouches along the side of Plank Road. The overgrown entranceway of Lochwood Farm waits quietly, not a car in sight. Just 100 feet beyond the farm’s tilting brick pillars, a small sign reads “Welcome to Batesville, established 1741.” It’s the only indication that this rural Albemarle area has a name, not to mention a community. But with the closing of the only general store in the area, Page’s Store and Post Office, locals wonder how long Batesville’s identity will stay intact.

“We wouldn’t have a community out here if it weren’t for the store,” says Rose Page, who owns the barren and musty remains of Batesville’s Page’s Store, “or the Post Office for that matter.”

Opened in 1914, Page’s Store and Post Office was originally purchased by Rose’s father-in-law in 1913. His son, Charles Page, took over the store in 1939, also becoming postmaster. When Charles married Rose in 1942, she became the store’s bookkeeper, making certain the full line of meats and produce were in stock, the horse collars and shoes were ordered and the monthly bills for freezers and televisions were being paid.

But when their son Charlie, who began working in the store in 1970, decided not to run it any longer, the Page family store closed its doors in 1994—on its 80th anniversary.

“We had all grown up in the store,” says Charlie, whose grandfather and father prided themselves on providing Batesville with everything from groceries to baby clothes. “There wasn’t anything the store didn’t sell at one time or another,” says Rose.

From January 1996 to July 2001 a local retired couple occupied the store carrying, according to Rose and her son, “a miniscule amount of stock in comparison to ours.” For the few years to follow, the 200 local postal boxes would continue to be filled by the new Postmistress Debra Fitzgerald. The need for a place to quickly grab a gallon of milk would not.

“The community’s identity is in this space,” says Charlie. “If we lose the post office for example, then Batesville’s mail will filter through Charlottesville or Afton, and Batesville will no longer exist.”

Furthermore, if no one purchases Page’s Store any time soon, it could face the fate of many other retail locations in rural Albemarle being changed into single-family residences.

But that’s progress, a movement nearly as incomprehensible as the laws that govern it. An arcane ordinance at best, the present RA—or rural areas district zoning—hovering over Page’s Store hasn’t been updated since 1969, a time when most rural general stores survived as “stores” under grandfather clauses.

But RA zoning laws, born out of concern for preservation of rural agricultural activities and water supply, can go into effect if the store isn’t occupied within two years. Page’s Store’s grandfather clause will then expire, and so will the only retail operation in the village.

“Page’s was a legal nonconformity, and we allow it to stay in that existence,” says John Grady, manager of zoning permit review for the County’s Building Code and Zoning Services. As a nonconformity, Page’s Store is declared incompatible with the RA zoning district in which it’s located unless it is discontinued, removed or changed. If it’s vacant for more than two years however, then it must go back to residential to fit into the original zoning ordinance. Some in the village claim this alone is pushing retail opportunities right out of town.

“There were once five stores here,” says Charlie Page, “now they’re all homes.

“This was once a self-contained, self-sustaining village.”

Currently listed at $285,000, the Page’s Store building does include the post office, which is due to renew its lease in 2005. If renewed, the new owners of Page’s Store would also be the proud owners of the local post office at least until 2010.

Still, while locals fight to keep the last remaining vestige of business alive and well in the community, not every Batesvillian understands the need to live in the past. Carol Marvel, three-year Batesville resident and the current Postmaster relief for the Batesville Post Office, is one of them. A Postmaster by trade, she’s not necessarily wedded to the Batesville Post Office, or store.

“Batesville is on some maps, and I don’t know why,” says Marvel. “It must be from something in the past, and I just haven’t found it yet.”

Marvel, like others, sees no need for the store, or the rural mentality. “Maybe some feel more secure in staying within the little community, but we have our big city problems here, too,” says Marvel, whose husband is the Pastor of Batesville United Methodist Church. “They just get shuffled under the rug a little more.”

Although Page’s Store has seen a small amount of retail action as of late (local artisans held sales there during Thanksgiving and Christmas of last year), there’s still some debate as to whether this July will officially marks its second year of vacancy.

“If we lose the grandfather clause,” says Charlie, “there’s never a chance to get it back.”—Kathryn E. Goodson

 

Cupola hoopla

Mt. Vernon turret moves north to 7-Eleven

Fans of historical preservation have a new friend: The 7-Eleven at Woodbrook Village Shopping Center on Route 29N. Now you can catch a glance at the bygone days of Charlottesville while picking up a Coca-Cola Slurpee. How so? Management for the shopping center on April 25 imported the stately cupola formerly perched atop the Mt. Vernon Hotel.

The hotel on 29N near the Route 250 Bypass exit is undergoing demolition to make way for electronics superstore Best Buy. While others in town opposed to big box development did the normal Charlottesville thing—they held meetings—Van der Linde Homes, the new owners of the Woodbrook strip mall, decided to preserve a part of the 55-year-old structure by saving the ornamental roof piece.

According to Patty Cornell, property manager at Woodbrook Village, it’s all part of the shopping center’s mission to bring “a little bit of Williamsburg to Charlottesville.” (Among other Woodbrook Village businesses are Amigo’s and Paint Plus. We’ll have to look for them on our next trip to the colonial tourist destination.)

Cornell says that the cupola transfer was precipitated by Van der Linde Homes’ owner Peter van der Linde’s desire not to lose a piece of what is the City’s past as well as his own. “Mr. van der Linde stayed there when he was a kid and first moved to Charlottesville,” Cornell says, adding she did the same. “It’s got such a history to it and it’s such a beautiful piece of architecture that we though it would make a beautiful addition to the shopping center.” (See photo, page 5.)

Van der Linde made arrangements with the Mt. Vernon owners and voila, the cupola now sits atop the gas-and-grocery while the Woodbrook’s carpenters intermittently fix it up. After that it will be relocated again to the top of the Pakistani/Indian eatery Taj Mahal. As an added bonus, Cornell says the light that briefly beamed from the cupola may be reinstated after renovations (apparently years earlier the airport forced the Mt. Vernon to quell the light since the megawatt bulb interfered with planes).

Cornell says the shopping center would be open to incorporating other historical artifacts, but only if they fit the Williamsburg theme. Perhaps they could find a home for poor Aunt Sarah from the Pancake House, which is also in the line of Best Buy’s construction. We hear she makes a mean flapjack. What’s more colonial than that?—Eric Rezsnyak

 

Write turn

West Main typewriter still key after 50 years

West Main Street, like most City streets, carries the whiff of technology. Cars stop and go while their occupants devour precious cell phone minutes. Joggers adjust headsets and catch their storefront reflections mingling with Sprint offers for the next wave of wireless. Still, efforts to turn the street into a high-tech corridor have crashed so far like an overtaxed hard drive. Nowhere is this more evident than on at the intersection of 10th and West Main where low tech decidedly has the upper hand.

That’s the corner that for 50 years has been home to the Charlottesville Office Machine Co., a business that has weathered the whims of City officials, developers and, lately, the digital world. The view through the window is itself a trip through history: Remingtons with the intricate workings of a baby grand piano, slim portable Olivettis, hefty Selectrics.

Inside, owner Ted Wood cheerfully explains that even in the age of the PDA, his customer base is “almost everyone.” It’s not just Grandpop who’s browsing Wood’s shop for a machine, ribbon or repair.

According to Mike Moore, a national service manager for office equipment company Olympia, typewriter buyers range in age “from 16 to 80.” And with the average price for typewriters ranging between $300 and $800, Olympia has no plans to phase out the machines, Moore says.

Not that Wood’s prices fall into that bracket exclusively. He sells plenty of second-hand machines, too. Apparently, “The older they are the quicker they sell,” he says.

Still, much of the store’s business is in repairs, an increasingly rare service. Customers lug their ailing machines from as far away as Washington, D.C.

First trained in his craft in 1955 on sturdy Underwoods, there’s little that by now Wood hasn’t encountered in the way of keyboards, platens and return carriages. In 1987 Wood bought Charlottesville Office Machine, which he shares today with his wife, Shirley, and son, David.

While Wood believes typewriters of all makes still linger in the shadows of most offices, cranking out government forms and more, he’s heard the statistics: Smith-Corona went bankrupt, IBM no longer manufactures typewriters…. (Even company man Moore admits that the rigor of Olympia’s typewriter sales has everything to do with “the demise of competitors.”)

Yet Wood has a survival strategy, namely his son. Besides selling elegant Royals and charmingly dated-looking electric models, David fixes computer printers and fax machines—a market with a clear present and foreseeable future. This not only keeps business rolling. It frees up dad Ted to do what hardly anyone else in Virginia can: tune up the Underwoods and refurbish the finicky IBMs.—Sheila Pell

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Cancer sells

Last year, local hospitals treated more than 53,000 patients for cancer. From prostate and breast cancers to melanoma and pediatric lymphoma, these numbers show no signs of abating. In 2003, the American Cancer Society estimates, cancer will strike 32,800 more Virginians. The State-wide death toll this year is estimated at 13,700.

It’s hard to obtain firm figures for the dollar value represented by that much disease and death. But this much is known: Treatment numbers for cancer care have nearly doubled in the past decade. Clearly millions of dollars are changing hands locally in the pursuit of cance research, treatment and, ultimately, a cure. But the wave of cancer money does not crest only at the UVA Cancer Center and Martha Jefferson Hospital where primary diagnosis and treatment take place. Five miles north of the Downtown and Corner areas, at UVA’s North Fork Research Park, is PRA International, a clinical research organization that specializes in oncology. Inside the 80,000 square-foot facility, PRA provides drug development services—that is, drug trials—on a contract basis to pharmaceutical and biotechnology companies. Founded in Charlottesville in 1976, PRA has since spread to six continents and 60 countries. It employs more than 2,000 employees in total.

Where other local employers have announced cutbacks in response to hard economic times, in 2002 PRA reported 25 percent workforce growth, hiring 75 additional employees to a local staff now topping out at more than 300. Indeed, at $140 million, PRA’s revenue beat out the $115 million generated by the UVA Cancer Center’s clinical care.

Unquestionably, cancer is big business in Charlottesville.

And as is usually the case when plenty of money is flowing, a competitive market has sprung up. There’s a contest for cancer warriors being waged behind the scenes. Fueled by steady growth, leadership opportunities and the comparatively stress-free work environment that it offers area physicians, nurses and research experts, PRA may well be winning this hidden battle for the sharp minds and unfaltering dedication needed to build a strong army against the disease.

Bob Fritz is a case in point. Now a medical director with PRA, Fritz closed the doors of his family practice more than a decade ago. His career had been marked by devotion to his patients, but with the changes in medical care, he simply couldn’t afford, mentally or financially, to keep his practice afloat.

He gave up the ghost in 1996 and joined PRA to monitor and support drug and vaccine trials.

“I grew to truly dislike the direction of modern American medicine,” says Fritz. “I simply couldn’t do it anymore.”

 

UVA and Martha Jefferson hospitals each treat cancer patients, but in terms of sheer girth there is virtually no comparison. Recently rated among the nation’s top centers by U.S. News & World Report, the UVA Cancer Center offers 34 doctors in direct care, and many dozens of specialists on staff.

UVA attracts more than 2,100 new in-patients and 50,000 outpatients annually. Two-thirds of patients come from an 80-mile radius while 24 percent travel from other parts of Virginia. And 10 percent fly in to be treated from around the world.

“During one of my appointments I was sitting beside people who had traveled hours to come to the UVA center,” says Mary Kay Ohaneson, a 54-year-old two-time cancer survivor, who was treated in both cases at UVA. “I felt so fortunate. I had traveled about 15 minutes.”

Martha Jefferson’s cancer center saw 801 cases in 2001, the most recent year for which data is available. With its new Martha Jefferson Outpatient Care Center inside a 14-acre, 94,000 square-foot facility at Peter Jefferson Place on Route 250E, Martha Jefferson plans to ramp up its cancer care, especially in the area of medical imaging when doors open in mid-September.

The $28 million building will be updated with state-of-the-art machinery such as a new PET scanner, which detects changes in the body at the cellular level. Martha Jefferson will also be offering the only open MRI machine in town.

But with a smaller workforce than UVA, only 56 Martha Jefferson medical staff are involved in or specialize in cancer diagnosis and treatment, 32 of them nurses with cancer specialization. In reality though, all physicians at Martha Jefferson and UVA are directly or indirectly involved with cancer care.

“A good family physician should be the conductor of the orchestra as far as all cancer treatment goes,” says Fritz. “The family doctor doesn’t have to be the one turning the switch of the chemo machine, but someone has to be the cornerstone and coordinator of the treatment.”

Three units at UVA are solely for cancer patients, with 35 beds in total. Out of the 106 cancer nurses at UVA, 33 are certified oncology nurses, the highest level of training attainable by nurses in the field of cancer care. UVA has the largest concentration of oncology nurses in the Commonwealth.

But beyond greater numbers of certified doctors, nurses and specialists, UVA has the deeper pockets.

As one of 60 clinical cancer centers designated by the National Cancer Institute, UVA receives more than $60 million each year to support some 200 cancer researchers. In conjunction with PRA and other research companies, UVA has more than 250 patients enrolled in clinical trials, reflecting the industry-wide bias for research.

“I would absolutely make the argument that clearly the way to eliminate cancer is through research,” says Michael Schwartzberg, media advocacy manager for the American Cancer Society.

Just this year, UVA received about $3.5 million in additional research grants from the American Cancer Society.

UVA doctor Michael Smith is getting about $623,000 of those funds for his research project. By studying the hepatocyte growth factor, or HGF, which, when it grows uncontrollably defines cancer’s basic manifestation, Smith hopes to block the activity of the HGF receptor. His work, if successful, could help uncover a treatment for gastric cancer, the second-leading cause of cancer deaths worldwide.

On the direct-care side of things, UVA’s cancer center was recently named a “designated” cancer center by the National Cancer Institute—one of 13 in the United States—all of which adds up to a top-notch cancer facility at UVA.

“Patient satisfaction is the main outcome you want in any care situation, period,” says Janice Fabbri-Fritz, a public health nurse who previously worked at Martha Jefferson, “especially where cancer is concerned.

“We’ve finally discovered that we can no longer be the all-powerful doctor telling the little patient, ‘You’ll be fine.’”

 

Even as new bedside ethics put patients first, some doctors and nurses find themselves wanting to do more.

“I was a frontline oncologist for more than 20 years,” says Bruce Silver, a physician who oversees medical and safety management of numerous clinical trials for PRA. “Yes, it’s extremely ennobling work. But all my work, and all my efforts, would have been futile if I had no drugs to use.”

Indeed, what PRA seems to have going for it in the contest for doctors and research experts is the chance to mingle with other thought-leaders in pursuit of cutting edge oncological discoveries. Additionally, PRA’s draw is simply the escape from what some physicians call the “pressure cooker” of modern medical practice. For a patient-oriented doctor like Fritz, for instance, PRA offers a space where he no longer has to worry that his productivity is scored by the number of patients he moves through the mill.

“I have finally found a platform to preach about patient advocacy and the important relationship between doctor and patient,” says Fritz. “I’ve been looking for it for a very long time.”

Joy Stockton, a senior clinical safety associate with PRA, is a former UVA neurosurgical nurse. After seven years in the intensive care unit as a “weekend warrior” (the crew that works ‘round the clock on weekends) Stockton was looking for a reprieve. Sure, she wanted better hours and no pressure to work holidays or nights. But beyond that, she wanted to avoid burnout.

“When I first started at UVA, the nurse-to-patient ratio was one nurse to every two patients,” she says, adding that there was also a charge nurse on duty, who had no patients of her own and covered for people when they took breaks.

“By the time I left, I would be the charge nurse for the shift, and I myself would have two patients,” says Stockton.

Ideal staffing, according to Stockton, would be seven nurses to every 12 beds. But in reality, the numbers were more akin to four or five nurses for every 12 beds. Although Stockton left her direct-care position five years ago, her friends remaining in various nursing departments say the shortage, the stress and the bureaucratic red tape is only getting worse, making drug development firms such as PRA more attractive than ever before.

That being said, these corporate firms aren’t for everyone. Dr. Peyton T. Taylor, a specialist in gynecological oncology and the deputy director of the UVA Cancer Center, says he, like others, could never be the people person he is in the world of PRA.

“It’s a very different world,” says Taylor. “There you look at data, and a low white blood cell count is simply an event rather than a friend of yours who has cancer.” Although Taylor, also a proponent of clinical trials (he has completed several himself), describes his daily activities as “very painful” emotionally, he believes that for hands-on, patient-oriented oncologists such as himself, there would be no place for him at PRA.

“Without throwing stones, I think that detachment is the appeal at PRA,” he says. “When you cannot invest emotionally in each individual patient, you invest in the research.

“That way, you still feel as if you’re helping people, just indirectly.”

For those unlike Taylor who are willing to make the leap, PRA has open arms for them. “Nurses and doctors are a very high commodity for us because the thrust of our work is interacting with physicians and hospitals,” says Silver. “We need former doctors and nurses who can communicate most efficiently, especially when it comes to medical and procedural questions, documenting and reporting adverse side effects of trials to the Food and Drug Administration.”

With cancer-related research such a large component of PRA’s work (46 percent of PRA’s overall contracts are in oncology), Charlottesville’s hospitals provide a fine pond in which PRA can fish. “Oncology nurses, with their expertise, are critical to our success,” says Bruce Teplitzky, senior vice president of worldwide business development for PRA.

While PRA offers a less frustrating venue for some medical practitioners, it also offers a higher rate of compensation. UVA oncology nurses’ entry-level salaries generally begin at $34,000, and can go up to $73,000 for the most experienced nurses. While she wouldn’t reveal how much PRA pays, Stockton says that the company generally beats those figures.

“It’s the value of the salary that’s more important,” says Stockton. “What you have to do to earn it is better.”

 

PRA is the world’s largest privately held contract research organization. And with an impressive acquisition track record of five other CROs since 1997, the company is now one of the top five drug development organizations in the world. Growth has not been trouble-free, however.

In the United States, only 2 percent of cancer patients are enrolled in the company’s tests. Some physicians blame this phenomenon on the growing number of aging baby-boomers being diagnosed with the disease. Older generations, some believe, are far more likely to be skeptical about clinical trials, while others hear the diagnosis, and immediately anticipate the worst. “Why bother?” they think.

Furthermore, according to Silver, only 3 percent of all physicians participate in the administering of the tests. PRA employees worry the reluctance to participate lies in not only physicians’ indifference, but also in a misapprehension of clinical trials generally. This, in turn, puts the clinical trials themselves at risk to suffer.

But patient and doctor anxieties are misplaced, says Fritz, adhering to the company line, and pointing out that physicians administer various drugs regularly without strict guidelines or oversight. “These are no longer guinea pig trials anymore,” he says. “This, in fact, is the best form of cancer care for a lot of people.”

In trials, cancer patients get constant attention, screenings they might not have been able to afford before, and strictly FDA-regulated care.

On the other hand, even if all physicians nationwide wanted to participate in studies, PRA wouldn’t want them. PRA maintains a clinical-trials blacklist, of sorts, full of the names of physicians the company shuns. In trials, individual physicians are paid a per-patient stipend, which apparently motivates some to hide adverse side effects in the trial patients to whom they’re administering drugs. When PRA discovers this, the doctor is cut off.

“There are sites that are money mills,” says Fritz, “but then again, wherever you have money, you will have greed and fraud.”

 

For Virginians, out of the 13,700 forecasted to die of cancer this year, 3,900 deaths will be from lung cancerthe most prevalent form of cancer in the State. The UVA Cancer Center reports that the number of general cancer patients it sees grew 6 percent annually between 1996 and 2000, and Martha Jefferson’s center saw a 15 percent rise in 2001 from 2000. Even more staggering, over the past decade, Martha Jefferson’s annual total of cases diagnosed and treated rose 67 percent to 801. Due to the aging population of area residents and local population growth—more than 28,469 people in the last decade—cancer growth numbers in Charlottesville are soaring.

All of which means there will, unfortunately, be plenty of business for expanding cancer programs including UVA’s new $1.9 million Breast Cancer Center. Set to open in July, it will house 7,500 square-feet of consolidated breast cancer services, equipped with valet parking in front. Martha Jefferson hopes to acquire even more acreage at its new Peter Jefferson Place as soon as the Board of County Supervisors approves rezoning plans.

“The oncology field is never ending,” says Fritz, “not until cancer is either cured, or at the least, kept under control.”

But even the glitz of new digs and greater renown can’t win back the hearts of some doctors and nurses who have seen the ugly side of health care in the age of managed care.

“We’ve done some bad things in the medical profession—we’ve empowered lawyers and insurance companies,” says Fritz. “I’m proud of what I do, but I’m not proud of what my profession does.”

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Hooray for heresy

Thank you, thank you, thank you, for Ted Rall and “Tom Tomorrow.” I shudder to think what might happen to my poor brain if its inarticulate fury at the Commander-’n’-thief and his oily cohorts were not clarified and expressed for me by Ted ‘n’ Tom. Dissenters, doubters and questioners are our only hope for some semblance of democracy while mega-corporations control our access to information. The mainstream media are in lock-step behind the Pentagon, the White House and Exxon. So, please, keep the heresy coming.

Amy Espie

Esmont

How does it feel?

This is regarding John Borgmeyer’s review of Ted Rall’s “performance” [“Meet the mouth,” Fishbowl, April 1]. I’d like to hear what Mr. Rall and all of you who attended have to say now, and I don’t want clever slogans or rehearsed rhetoric. I want to hear what your heart says—how you feel. How do you feel about a hospital bearing Red Crescent markings but containing hundreds of chemical weapons suits and antidote injections? A school where pre-made homicide bomber vests were hidden? A vast network of labs hidden beneath the nuclear power “research” facility at Al Tuwaitha? Mobile biological/chemical labs buried in the sand?

How do you feel when you close your eyes and think about what they did to our POWs? The courage those young people showed on the outside and the raw terror they must have been experiencing on the inside? The thousands of innocent Iraqis who have passed through these very same “interview rooms” over the years? The buildings where people were brought in but who never came back out?

How do you feel about soldiers who grab women and children out of their homes to be human shields in front of them? Soldiers who pretend to surrender and then open fire? Who hide their weapons in mosques, schools and hospitals?

I am reminded of the words attributed to Edmund Burke (1729-97): “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good people to do nothing.”

I’m listening. France? U.N. Security Council? Charlottesville Center For Peace and Justice? Senator Daschle? The people waving signs at various local intersections? Mr. Rall? Those of you with the perfectly coordinated blue and white lawn signs? City Council?

The President was right about everything. He asked us to believe him and to trust him. Some of us did. Are you capable of putting aside your seething hatred and resentment of him to acknowledge that every one of your dire predictions has so far been wrong? I doubt it.

John Payne

Afton

Rall is right

In the April 15 Mailbag, Margaret Anderson takes issue with Ted Rall, who some detractors see as a venomous buffoon, despite the possibility that this Ivy League graduate/Pulitzer finalist might have some valuable insights from his extensive travels in Afghanistan, Uzbekistan and the war-torn Kasmir Province.

Anderson says that Rall “outright lies” (about Afghanistan, I assume). She contends that liberated Afghan women are now attending school. I don’t fault Anderson. This is the impression we’ve all been led to believe by the media and our representatives in Washington. Sad to say, she’s not exactly correct. In fact, Afghan women’s rights groups say just the opposite. Rall is often guilty of hyperbole (as is his metier). But he got this one right.

“Despite promises to liberate Afghans, particularly Afghani women, the country remains highly unstable with warlords, private armies, a return to fundamentalism and a weak U.S.-backed puppet in power,” says Sonali Kolhatkar of the U.S.-based Afghan Women’s Mission (AWM). According to the AWM, the Revolutionary Association of the Women of Afghanistan (the oldest women’s organization in Afghanistan) and the umbrella Afghan Women’s Network (AWN), comprising 24 Afghan NGOs, the burqa is back and attacks on women’s rights continue unchecked in Afghanistan.

This would add validity to Rall’s claim that today’s Afghanistan is “like it was under the Taliban, but without law and order.” Indeed, while the Bush administration praises its campaign in Afghanistan as a model of success for Iraq, reports suggest that Afghanistan is actually worse off than before “Operation Enduring Freedom.”

Kolhatkar goes on to say, “The truth is the war is still going on in Afghanistan and it is crucial we link the issue of war in Iraq with war in Afghanistan. In fact, if you want to know what to expect in Iraq, pay attention to Afghanistan.”

One likely result of Iraq’s “liberation” could be a turn toward Islamic fundamentalism (which is their free right). Interesting to note, that as a secular nation, Hussein’s Iraq—though inexcusably cruel to both sexes—provided, by many accounts, the highest level of women’s rights in the region. In toppling Iraq’s tyrant, we may have just welcomed in what the West has typically demonized—the sexist repression of Islamic fundamentalism and the “tyranny” of the burqa.

Brian Wimer

Charlottesville

Handle the truth

I don’t mind Ted Rall’s rants—shooting your mouth off at anyone who will listen is what the First Amendment is all about. However, I do mind his use of half-truths to support his personal opinions. Does C-VILLE not employ a fact-checker?

Take the April 15 AfterThought, for instance, in which Rall makes it seem like our troops are begging on the streets when they’re not regretting that they have only one life to give for their country. Rall finds a new way to decry the American government by feigning concern for our troops, specifically the low pay they get for their high-risk service.

To the first point, Rall limits the benefits of service (for an Army private) to a $13,000 starting salary, “PX privileges, health care, and in some cases, small tuition grants,” neglecting to mention that the military also pays for a soldier’s food and housing, on base and off. Married soldiers and soldiers with kids get more money—what other profession increases your pay if you have dependents?

There are also dozens of important freebies that eat away at civilian wallets: legal advice, marriage counseling, financial counseling, interest-free loans, emergency cash and even job counseling and networking upon departure from the military. And the tuition grants are not small or rare—the military will pay three-fourths of your tuition when you’re on active duty, and every soldier qualifies for the GI Bill, which usually provides enough money to put them through a public college in their home state.

As a former Marine Sergeant I can tell you that the military takes care of its own—we are not “a few poor men.” And if Rall had spent any time in the service himself he would know that intangibles like direction, self-discipline, and a sense of integrity gained from a stint in the service are more than worth the mediocre paycheck. If enlistees were in it for the money, they would be snatching up those plush Burger King jobs Rall so highly touts.

Not to say he does not sometimes make good points. This circus of an administration deserves a good Rall-ing, and having attended college (with my $15,000 GI Bill) at Rall’s alma mater, I have long followed and admired his outspoken writings. But when Rall supports his arguments with partial facts, he is no better than the administration he decries for their partial truths.

Chris Smith

Charlottesville

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Switch hitters

Two candidates pick parties and abandon Independents

Blair Hawkins and Eric Strucko, among the most recent candidates to announce their intentions to run for office in November, have something in common: Both lost their previous runs as Independents—Strucko for the White Hall seat on the Board of County Supervisors in 1999 and Hawkins for City Council in 2000.

But on April 21, Strucko announced his second go ’round for Walter Perkins’ White Hall seat, this time as a Democrat.

“Last time, I thought running as an Independent would be the best way for me to reach across party lines,” says Strucko. “This time, I feel comfortable running as I am.” And well he might: He has a long list of public service stints to his credit, such as regional planning committee DISC and Albemarle’s housing committee. On top of which, he is as yet running unopposed.

Vice President of Business Planning and Financial Operations for local financial services firm AIMR, Strucko sees the County finances as his starting point.

“I want to make sure the County budget has prioritized spending needs with an eye to saving tax dollars,” he said during his announcement, also stressing the importance of expediting the County’s neighborhood model plan.

While Strucko’s campaign announcement on April 21 at the County Office Building was businesslike and promising, Hawkins chose to announce his intentions—and political party switch-over—straight to his opponent.

In an e-mail to Mitch Van Yahres dated March 15, Hawkins announced his intentions to seek the Republican nomination for the 57th district in the Virginia House of Delegates.

A rascally write-in candidate for City Council in 2000, Hawkins knows earning the Republican nomination is his first battle. Then he can tackle the problem of unseating the 77-year-old Van Yahres who, after 22 years in the House, is clearly comfortable right where he is.

“In my speech at the convention,” Hawkins writes, “I will paint the campaign as a historic contest between a man who voted for urban renewal and a man whose family was displaced and disempowered by those votes.

“The election will be a referendum on the Fifth Amendment.”

Van Yahres’ reply was evasive, according to Hawkins: “He said he looked forward to a stimulating campaign.”

Hawkins insists his main intention is not necessarily to win, but to at least pave the way for someone else. The 39-year-old also wants to get Van Yahres talking again.

“I want Mitch to explain Garrett renewal and threats from the City to annex the County,” says Hawkins. “Even though all I really expect back from Mitch is the usual silence.”

In Hawkins’ mind, City annexation of the County and urban renewal are the two issues that explain every aspect of current-day local government. Indeed, he wants to introduce a bill that would extend the right of self-determination to County residents. That, he says, would make it impossible for the City to profit from threats to annex the County. “Ultimately, this would improve City-County cooperation,” says Hawkins.

So far, not all Republicans are supportive of Hawkins’ announcement. While some are calling Hawkins a very recent Republican, others are concerned running such an amateur will not make the party look good.

“My election is a long shot, but my main purpose is to discredit Mitch and his ideas,” says Hawkins. “The weakening of the Democratic party strengthens the opposition.

“It’s way past time for a change.”

—Kathryn E. Goodson

 

 

This space not for rent

Council rebuffed for ignoring renter woes

As a UVA student, Jennifer Isbister held the rosy view of Charlottesville common to undergraduates and others who live removed from the City’s underbelly. After she graduated and began working here as a social worker, however, she says her feelings about the town have changed.

“Now when people ask me about Charlottesville, I tell them it’s a world class city…for the upper class,” Isbister told City Council during its regular meeting on Monday, April 21.

Seeing firsthand how low-income residents struggle with the housing market––and the City’s apparent disinterest in their plight––changed her mind, she says.

Mayor Maurice Cox invited Isbister to stay for a “reality check,” to be provided by Satyendra Huja, the City’s director of strategic planning, in his annual housing report to Council. His report described how the City is encouraging middle-class home ownership, including gentrification and financial incentives for some first-time home-buyers.

Isbister’s comments and Huja’s report illustrate the growing disconnect between officials and residents on the topic of “affordable” housing. In Isbister’s view, the big problem is that rents have climbed much faster than wages. As a result, the poorest residents must work multiple jobs and spend significant portions of their income on housing. But when the Council looks at housing, they are most interested in City Hall’s own pocketbook.

For the past 10 years, City leaders have treated low-income renters as a financial liability, because they add to municipal expenses by enrolling kids in school and applying for social services while paying less in property taxes than middle-class homeowners. The City’s strict concern for property taxes derives from the State code that makes property taxes the primary income for most cities and counties.

For 20 years, the flight of middle-class homebuyers from City neighborhoods to County suburbs has threatened Charlottesville’s economic health. Consequently, many of Council’s decisions are designed to increase the City’s appeal to middle-class homebuyers.

According to Huja’s report, 60 percent of the City’s 16,850 housing units are renter-occupied, and two-thirds of renters spend more than 25 percent of their income on housing. Between 1990 and 2000, the median rent in Charlottesville rose to $530 from $468.

Homebuyers, however, enjoy more public assistance than renters. Last year, Council spent $1.37 million from the City’s general fund and channeled another $38 million of public and private money into home-ownership initiatives.

The City’s 2003-04 budget sets aside $95,729 to be used as rent relief for the elderly and disabled. Currently, there’s a two-year wait to receive Federal Section 8 rent assistance in Charlottesville.

Cox’s “reality check” perhaps refers to the facts of the free market and City-County politics. “There’s not much we can do about affordability, other than increase supply,” says Cox.

Council’s real housing strategy seems to be calling on Albemarle. Last year, about 1,700 new homes were built in the County. The County’s real estate department couldn’t say how many of those were assessed below $100,000, but Councilor Kevin Lynch says it’s probably not very many. Speaking to the composition of the region’s real estate market overall, Lynch said, “If two-thirds of the County’s new homes were in that price range, we might be more affordable.”––John Borgmeyer

 

O give me a yurt

Local woman takes up “cyberbegging”

Panhandling is so 2002. Anyway, Jenevieve Piel is too sick and too shy to sit on the Downtown Mall with a tin cup. Instead, the 53-year-old massage therapist is “cyberbegging” to help her escape homelessness.

Piel runs a website called help4jen.com, on which she solicits donations to help her buy a yurt––a modern version of traditional nomadic homes in central Asia, whose simple design seems to fit Piel’s crunchy, holistic style. She plans to live on her cousin’s land in Texas, where she will write books on pain management and studying nutrition. Piel says she turned to cyberbegging, as it’s known on the web, when chronic back pain forced her to stop accepting new clients for the “connective-tissue therapy” she provides from her home.

A self-proclaimed “shopaholic” named Karyn Bosnak pioneered the trend of cyberbegging one year ago when she started www.savekaryn.com to get herself out of debt. Not only did she collect more than $20,000, she also landed a book deal after showing up in the New York Times and on the “Today Show.” Now, cyberbeg.com lists hundreds of websites requesting that surfers “help me get out of debt,” “help me pay child support,” “send me to law school” or “help me get out of the porn industry.”

“When my friends heard about Karyn,” says Piel, “they said ‘Your story’s better than hers. She got money for being stupid. You got screwed over by the government.’”

The story there begins with Piel’s claim that she was poisoned by the U.S. Department of Agriculture in 1980, when she worked for the agency monitoring the population density of fruit flies in Southern California.

“I found the first medfly before the huge outbreak in California,” she says. “If I had known all the trouble it would cause me, I would have flushed it.”

Without her knowledge, Piel says, the USDA included the toxic pesticide Dibrom in the traps she used to catch the flies. After six weeks of working with the pesticide without protection, she began feeling disoriented and dizzy. During one spell, she says, she fell off a steep curb and ruptured a disc in her back.

The Dibrom also left her with Multiple Chemical Sensitivity, which renders her allergic to almost everything––including the ink on this newspaper.

Piel had always been interested in alternative medicine, so she ignored her doctor’s advice for back surgery and treated herself by visiting chiropractors and ingesting 50 grams of Vitamin C daily. The pain improved for a while, she says, but has recently returned.

“I don’t regret not having surgery,” she says. “Nine out of 10 people I talked to said their pain was worse after surgery. I believe from personal experience that the healing ability of the body is truly awesome.”

Piel arrived in Charlottesville in 1998, coaxed by a sister who lives in Nelson County. “It was O.K. the first year, then the rents just got out of control,” she says. Currently, she struggles with a rental apartment in the City.

Because of her back condition and allergies, Piel is ineligible for health insurance, as well as many jobs. As for her own work, which she describes as “sensing through the fingertips where things aren’t sliding and gliding” to discover the source of pain in another person’s body, she has had to cut back on that, too.

So far, Piel has collected $2,743 over the web. She saves the money, she says, in a special “housing fund.” That’s a long way from the $40,000 she says she needs for her yurt and moving expenses.

“It’s very hard for me to put myself out there, but that’s what I have to do,” she says. “I don’t know if my body will let me work much longer. I’m asking people to invest in my future, and they’ll have the satisfaction of helping other people get out of pain.”––John Borgmeyer

 

 

Garden weak

Pumping the media, Kluge forgot to water the flowers

Any press is good press, so the saying goes. But not any press release is a good press release, as was proven afresh on April 22 when, succumbing to a forestful of faxes and daily phone calls, we answered the summons to view the gardens at Kluge Estate Winery & Vineyard. In honor of Garden Week, C-VILLE had been invited—no, begged (beseeched, really)—to witness the beauty and scope of owner Patricia Kluge’s “impressive oasis” south of Ash Lawn-Highland. Indeed, we were beside ourselves with the prospect of touring the gardens of the woman who is described by her hand-picked media specialist as “one of America’s most prominent women.” (Just in case you missed that episode of “America’s Most Prominent,” all you really need to know is that Kluge, a regular on all the best guest lists, is the ex-wife of Albemarle County gajillionaire John Kluge.)

But maybe something was lost in the translation. For where we had been promised visions of “succulent plants as well as drifts and puddles of the textures and jewel colors that these many varied plant species exhibit,” what we found instead could most generously be described as a trio of impressive stone obelisks punctuated with a pair of old boots serving as cacti planters.

Trying to keep hope alive, we turned our attention to the nearby herb garden, planted for the benefit of Kluge Estate executive chef Dan Shannon. For that, our expectations had been moderated, as we were promised that the rectangular raised beds would exemplify simply “an artistic arrangement of varying colors and textures.” And yes, we did encounter wooden beds, which, with their lean content, we reckoned would be picked over by Shannon in a week’s time. (Maybe Mrs. Kluge dines out a lot.)

To be fair, the four walls of the Albemarle House Conservancy contained numerous impressive tropical plants, such as a rouge plant and a banana-less banana tree. Perhaps the gardens would justify the 13 phone calls after all. Oops! Guess not. Our guide informed us shortly after we entered that the tour was over. After only 20 minutes. Perhaps, we reasoned, “estates” just aren’t what they used to be.

Certainly the dominance of the gift shop on grounds would suggest that the days of the leisure class now accommodate a little commerce, too.

Heading back into town bereft of all hope for a succulent garden experience, we were soon beckoned by a tiny white sign labeled “Garden Week.” We followed a winding driveway and evidently crossed the invisible line separating the grandeur of Mrs. Kluge’s world from the grandeur of Mr. Kluge’s world. At the end of the road, past a row of topiary horses, bears and giraffes, we discovered ourselves on the grounds of John Kluge’s Movern gardens. The oasis, at last, was unearthed. For there, we feasted on rows of trees, tulips, rose bushes and dramatic sculpture accenting the eight-acre garden. There was even a goldfish-filled wading pool, covered in floating lilies.

And neither a media specialist nor press release was anywhere in sight.

—Kathryn E. Goodson

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Here’s the story of a man named Brady

That’s an excerpt I like from “Whitman in 1863,” a song on local folk musician Brady Earnhart’s new album, Manalapan. In a way, it’s only fitting that the enterprise contains a tribute to America’s bard. Earnhart wrote his dissertation on the man many consider the country’s first original poet, and his songs, while the product of an original voice, evidence Whitman-esque powers of observation, particularly with regard to nature and location. For years before Earnhart ever began recording songs, he wrote, studied and published poetry.

There is another similarity between the two: Earnhart is gay. Does that matter? Should you think of him as a gay songwriter? Well, that depends on what you mean.

“When I hear a song that’s self-consciously dedicated to some cause, even one I agree with, my heart tends to clam up: The singer isn’t singing to me anymore. I’m just convert fodder,” he says. “On the other hand, if you forge a personal connection with the audience, you can’t help but be political on some local level, because you’re reminding people that they’re powerful and human, maybe in ways they hadn’t realized before.

“What good songs do is give us maps to places we need to know but never quite knew about. They throw flour on the invisible man.

“I don’t sit down to write about an issue. If I did that I would feel manipulative and dirty,” Earnhart says. “I write about what I see as the truth.”

If you have even a passing interest in Charlottesville’s folk music scene, chances are Earnhart’s name is familiar. He has been performing in Charlottesville for years, since coming to town in 1992 to start his graduate studies (he now lives in Harrisonburg, where he teaches creative writing at James Madison University), and many of the area’s better-known artists are friends with him, or have worked with him, or both.

Indeed, Earnhart’s contributions to music in Charlottesville are legion. The “King of My Living Room” 2002 concert series was inspired by a party Earnhart threw for Mardi Gras at which a group of local songwriters stayed up late playing and singing. Eventually they made a pact to do the same thing as a concert (the title is taken from Earnhart’s song of the same name, on his album After You). Earnhart wrote the string arrangements for The Naked Puritan Philarmonic’s Live Arts album. Nickeltown, the duo of Jeff Romano and Browning Porter, has covered some of his songs. The list goes on.

“I’ve known Brady to be a gregarious catalyst for the music scene here in Charlottesville,” says Romano, who, with Earnhart, co-produced Manalapan. “I doubt we’d be as cohesive a group if it weren’t for Brady and his parties.”

Charlottesville-based folk singer Paul Curreri’s first experience with local musicians was through his participation in the King of My Living Room series, after moving to town last year. He recalls Earnhart’s welcome fondly.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s the teacher in Brady, his just being supportive and kind to younger writers or musicians, but I specifically remember Brady earnestly thanking me, giving me a copy of After You and saying, ‘Welcome to Charlottesville, Paul. I look forward to seeing you around,’” Curreri says.

Earnhart’s songs are, in one sense, recognizable folk music: Most numbers feature his deep, slightly mournful voice (all the more memorable for its acknowledged imperfections) and skillful guitar arrangements of varying complexity. But it’s folk music with a twist as the electric guitar, cello, saxophone and French horn all make appearances in Manalapan.

Lyrically, however, enough simply cannot be said. Earnhart has a knack for evoking location (“The fleas never die in Delray/and the patio peppers with mold”), whimsy (“If this had been a hit song/I’d have paid off this guitar/but I’d lose my excuse to sing off-key”) and, of course, unrequited love (“I’ve prayed all my life to change/to anything I can for you/but if you loved me I would even/be this thing I am for you”).

Earnhart speaks from the point of view of other characters, often literary or artistic figures, like Whitman or Stephen Crane, who have influenced or interested him. “I think he has the history of literature under his belt. After all, he holds a Ph.D. in American Lit,” Romano says.

“He sometimes writes from a long-ago perspective that can only be mastered by being touched by the writers of our past.”

He does not always, or even often, overtly address his sexuality, but when he does he shows insight and humor. In “Honey Don’t Think Your Mama Don’t Know,” one of Manalapan’s catchier numbers, Earnhart sings “it wasn’t just a slacker fad to keep/a Playgirl underneath the mattress pad/maybe you can fool your dad/but don’t think she don’t know.”

To wit, sometimes being gay is the subject of Earnhart’s music. More often, it isn’t—or doesn’t have to be. As music writer Keith Morris wrote in his favorable review of Manalapan, published in this newspaper, “Fact is, there is a paucity of literate music out there, and Earnhart’s songs may well be the most subtly poetic, skillfully crafted, and all-inclusively human stuff I’ve heard in years.”

Romano puts it another way: “Many of his love songs transcend sexual preference, you could easily change the pronouns and have a beautiful love song for any alien in the universe.”

For Curreri, “Brady’s sexuality generally plays no more or less a role than yours does in writing this article, or certainly, than mine does in songs: Both enormous and none.”

 

Earnhart was born in Florida, a place he still visits and that is featured prominently in many of his songs (Manalapan is a Florida town where Earnhart snorkels). Earnhart, who was not taken with sports, became interested in music as a “social galvanizer,” a “way to get to people,” he says. He vividly remembers a skiing trip when he was 16 in which a group of youngsters ended up trading songs in a room.

“I was an eccentric kid, and it just seemed magic to me what a guitar could do,” he says.

Still, for quite a long time, music was not the first priority. During college, Earnhart, who attended William and Mary, spent most of his time on creative writing, afterward earning an M.F.A. degree in poetry from the University of Iowa’s prestigious program.

It was only after a six-year relationship came to a close, that Earnhart, living in upstate New York at the time, began to take composition and playing more seriously.

“It started to seem very lonely to write poems,” he says. In person, the 46-year-old Earnhart is handsome and self-possessed. He looks a bit like a classy character actor who you know you like, but whose name you struggle with.

“It’s just a very solitary business,” he says. “I wanted to write the kind of thing that would bring me in contact with other people.”

His attitude toward songwriting is sober. “To me, music is a serious thing,” he says. “Even when it’s funny, it should have a serious side to it.”

He is not interested in disposable pop, or clichés of any sort. “The best symbol is the accurately drawn, concrete object,” he says. Hence, Manalapan is grounded in everyday detail but also serves as a metaphor for the imagination and how it can become “a sanctuary, or a friend.”

For Earnhart, poetry and songwriting are distinct tasks, each with its own objective. A songwriter must “think a lot about setting, motivation, like a dramatist,” while “poets don’t have to think so much,” he says. “A poem is more allowed to be just a stray thought.”

When it comes to forming a connection with the audience, however, studying poetry has helped. “Poetry is all about finding places where the intangible and the tangible intersect. That’s how it creates experiences, instead of just talking about them. It brings them within reach of the listener’s sensual imagination,” Earnhart says. “Big abstractions tend to fail. They’re indigestible.”

He describes songwriting as similar to “cleaning house”: You can start with anything—a chorus, a scrap of music—and then build out from that. The most important thing is to “figure out who it is that is singing the song, to get a sense of the character.” Then, Earnhart says, you can figure out how smart they are, what language they might use, what rhymes are appropriate, etc.

And what about the gay question? Earnhart is wry about the effect of that word. One the one hand, he resists labeling. On the other, he knows it is inevitable and recognizes the potential for benefit.

“It’s probably a good thing for me right now, because singer-songwriters are multiplying like rabbits, and there’s less and less you can do to distinguish yourself from the pack,” he says.

Earnhart expresses skepticism that many gay men would readily take to his music, even were they exposed to it.

“All marginalized groups are extremely conservative. A lot of young gay men are so hungry for identity, that sadly they’ll snap up a stereotype because it’s the most readily available identity there it is,” he says.

For these reasons, Earnhart said, a young gay man may be more comfortable listening to dance music and hanging up Judy Garland posters than listening to another gay man singing seriously about passion in a personal way. That “might seem a little too novel to be comfortable.

“An ironic attitude is a really safe attitude to adopt,” he says. “You’re much less vulnerable. But to me, if a song doesn’t have vulnerability, it’s probably not going to be very important to me.

Earnhart would like to reach a larger audience, but downplays the possibility of far-reaching fame. “I’m a passionate fan of other singer-songwriters,” he says. “I’m a devoted listener. And I make music that’s not out there yet that I wish were out there.

“Why would a solitary and sort of ‘arty’ singer-songwriter get famous?” he continues, rhetorically. “Maybe if I save somebody in a car wreck, or my brother is elected president.”

It’s a dilemma others have noted.

“On one hand, he seems to have a built-in audience that is just waiting for someone like him to come along,” Morris says. “And he does that niche wonderfully, about as artistically and directly as anybody I’ve heard. So on one hand, he has got this built-in audience, but on the other, maybe the danger is that he’s just too good. That his music is too subtle, it’s too intelligent.

“And people, whatever their sexuality, are just not that intelligent. The mass audience might not be smart enough to get Brady.”

Nevertheless, Earnhart doesn’t seem particularly troubled about occupying a smaller space, aware as he is that fame of any sort perhaps more often than not involves compromise. And the alternative has its own rewards.

In King of My Living Room, Earnhart sings, “I don’t mind three-dollar wine/and I guess I won’t too soon/won’t be a kept monkey/on TV country/I’ll be the king of my living room.” And later in the song: “Say it’s got something for everyone/then I know it’s got nothing for me.”

Truth be told, to listen to Earnhart for any length of time, whether in person, on a record, or at a tiny show at the Live Arts LAB space, is to realize that any discussion about fame, sexuality or politics ultimately falls just a little shy of the point.

“I guess songwriting makes my own life seem more real to me,” he says. “It makes me feel like my ideas and emotions are valid.”

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The business of teaching

The title of Sheila Pell’s article “UVA Inc.” [March 18] was not only apt, but I believe sadly so. It is true that UVA, like other large state universities, have become “incubators” where ideas are initially forged into commercially viable technologies. It is also true that an enormous fraction of the University’s budget comes from extramural funding supporting basic and applied research. It has long been clear to university faculty that the focus of universities has gravitated toward research, and with it toward obtaining more, bigger and better grants and corporate sponsorship. What the article failed to address is whether this is a good thing.

I hold the obligation of a university to its students to be inviolable. But too often teaching is treated as secondary to academic research, the acquisition of extramural funds and personal advancement to imagined power or fame. Dedicated instructors suffer second-rate salaries, the disrespect of their research-centered peers, and attrition through research-biased promotion and tenure systems. Worse still is that all these trickle down to the students, who are given to wonder why their university so often retains its least skilled teachers.

Perhaps someday large research universities like UVA will recognize that they cannot out-compete each other and climb through the rankings simply by generating more extramural funding and hiring more faculty, while actively or passively discouraging excellence in teaching. However, this will continue to be the case until the faculty, the students and the public at large decide whether the most important product of the University is its young minds, or its big grants and patents.

William H. Guilford, Ph.D.

Charlottesville

Bigger’s not better

I appreciated the recent story on local sprawl issues and their effect on surrounding counties [“Growing pains,” Fishbowl, April 8]. I grew up in Fluvanna, and whenever I visit, I can see the subtle and not-so-subtle sprawl-like development that is creeping in. It would be my hope that the Fluvanna County Supervisors could take a more creative and proactive approach in attracting tax-revenue generating business that doesn’t negatively impact the environment.

I’m referring to the power plants here. In fact, one of the new power plants is less than two miles from the home in which I grew up. It looks like they’re building a football stadium over there, with their lights beaming into the sky at night. Except in this case, the raucous cheering of a crowd would be replaced with a low-grade hum.

The last few years of discussion on sprawl in the area has affected me so much that I am writing a screenplay about it. I know urban sprawl is not a “sexy” subject for a film but it will be when I’m done with it. And it is set in Virginia.

Jennifer Pullinger

Atlanta, Georgia


Have your cake

I am writing you in response the April 1 Read This First segment of C-VILLE Weekly. When I first read the article, I was shocked. I could not believe anyone would trivialize sexual intimacy in such a way as to even ask, “What’s the most fun you can have for free?” In reading further, my distaste for the article was increased further by the use of multiple slang terms for lovemaking.

It is precisely this sort of trivialization and commonality of sexual intimacy that adds to our society’s rape culture. Just ask any sexual assault or rape survivor. They will vehemently tell you there can be a very high price to pay for sex. Better yet, ask an HIV-positive person that bed-hopped for the thrill of it what price they had to pay.

As for the cover article “No sex please, we’re married,” I was pleased to note the article appeared to be pro-marriage or committed relationship. Additionally, I agree books that create the “disastrous myth that great sex is the basic requirement of a life-long commitment” are wrong. Our society has compartmentalized and idolized sex and sexuality to such a degree people have forgotten it is the icing on the cake of a relationship. Not the cake itself.

One vital point the article only hinted at in its rantings of “my life is so busy that my sex life sucks” is that something is missing in the relationship. I realize the tedium of working on a relationship is not nearly as exciting as the wide world of adult sex aids available in this sexually revolutionized society. Yet, I feel if the media really wants to help society improve their relationships, it is time to address the root cause of relationship issues.

Perhaps the real solution to these high-profile sexual problems really is to slow down and remember to meet intimate needs of the relationship, mental, emotional and spiritual. Is it so unthinkable that intimate time could be quiet “getting to know you again” conversations and a nap in each other’s arms? Perhaps it really isn’t the lack of sexual activity that has caused people to become so uptight. Perhaps it is lack of sleep and societal pressure to maintain a certain level of sexual activity. I agree with therapist Mart Klein: “Sometimes sex is great; sometimes sex is kind of so-so; sometimes you’d rather have ice cream and watch television.”

Sex isn’t always going to be fireworks and fanfare, and there is no magic number for how many times a year a couple should be having sex. It is long past the time for society to recognize sexual activities are unique from person to person and relationship to relationship. It is time to de-compartmentalize sex and take it down off its lofty pedestal and put it in proper perspective within a relationship. It is time to educate the public on just how a healthy, whole relationship will include a healthy sex life. Not the other way around.

Melissa McClure

Charlottesville

Sick leave

I’d like to respond to Carolyn Simpson’s letter [Mailbag, April 15] regarding the homeless in Charlottesville. She questions whether or not Lynn Wiber’s seizures prevent her from using her nursing degree. Perhaps Carolyn needs more information about seizures.

Intractable (untreatable) epilepsy can prevent driving or obtaining a license, swimming and bathing alone, and a whole host of other lifestyle changes. Depending on the type of epilepsy and the medication prescribed, short-term memory can be impaired. Fatigue is another common side effect of anti-convulsants. A lot of folks with epilepsy leave home and enter their adult working lives unaware of any potential problems seizures could cause at work. A relaxed school environment differs from a scheduled work environment. Sometimes it turns out that seizures are an intolerable disruption at work. Would you want your nurse to have a seizure during your heart attack?

I am not defending homelessness, I am speaking on behalf of Lynn Wiber in particular. Give her a bit of credit. Nobody wants to have an incurable illness!

Kirstin Skaar-Fendig

Charlottesville

Joint venture

John Borgmeyer has again in your pages provided the public a well-rounded view of the failure of medical marijuana policy [“Weed whackers,” April 8]. Our thanks to you. We would like to clarify a few points in the side bar in which we were quoted.

Virginia is one of about three dozen states that have laws allowing the prescription of therapeutic cannabis. The allowed uses in Virginia are for chemotherapy treatment symptoms and glaucoma. The “catch” is that were a physician to write such a prescription he/she would be in violation of Federal law and their medical license would be voided. Wisely, no Virginia physician has ever written such an order. There are nine states, not including Virginia, and the District of Columbia that have passed laws that allow for a physician to write a “recommendation” for the use of cannabis, thereby going around the Federal law. The states then recognize and act on this recommendation with various modalities.

Marinol, correctly identified as only one of the many compounds found in cannabis, is a synthetic THC, and now placed in Schedule III, meaning a physician can write a prescription for Marinol “off label.” Medicines placed in Schedule III can be prescribed for any health problem a doctor feels is appropriate for the patient and the symptoms. This includes all Virginia physicians.

Our cohort, Jon Gettman, Ph.D., is a Senior Fellow at George Mason University. The petition, initiated by him in cooperation with Patients Out of Time requesting the DEA to reschedule cannabis to schedules III, IV or V was formally accepted on April 3, 2003. The DEA is now required to read the science presented in the document and all references listed (17 single-spaced pages that add up to tens of thousands of pages documenting cannabis research across the world) and reply to the request in “a reasonable period of time.”

“Anybody know what time it is? Does anybody really care?” the song goes. It would be helpful if patients and those that care about them would ask their elected Federal representatives and senators to check on this petition’s progress and demand the request be granted.

Al Byrne

Mary Lynn Mathre, RN

Co-founders, Patients Out of Time

Howardsville

Search deeper

Jon Sutz [“Search and destroy,” AfterThought, April 8] apparently agrees with the Bush administration. For example, he states that the recent Iraq war was/is essentially about disarming Iraq of “weapons of mass destruction.” However, if indeed weapons are the major issue, when they are gone (have any been found yet?), and Saddam is replaced, then the U.S. should vacate Iraq. When this doesn’t happen, might Mr. Sutz then entertain the notion that a more reasonable explanation for U.S./U.K. “interest” in Iraq is oil?

As reported by the BBC on Jan 29, 2001, this administration differs from its predecessors in that three officials in addition to George W. Bush have strong ties to the same industry—oil. They are Vice-President Dick Cheney (Haliburton), Commerce Secretary Don Evans (Tom Brown Energy) and National Security Advisor Condoleeza Rice (Chevron Oil).

If we are attempting to understand U.S./U.K. actions in Iraq, would Mr. Sutz not agree that it defies common sense to exclude “oil” from the discussion?

Mr. Sutz writes, “Ours is a very, very dangerous world where sometimes free nations must defend themselves from butchering dictators like Saddam Hussein.” However, what of the responsibility of the United States for this state of affairs? There is no doubt that the United States has had a long history of warm relations with many “butchering dictators” around the world and Saddam Hussein is no exception. For example, there exists much evidence that in the 1980s, during George H.W. Bush’s reign as President, the U.S. government covertly armed Iraq. As pointed out by Russ Baker in the Columbia Journalism Review (March/April 1993) “Iraqgate” was a huge scandal largely ignored and suppressed by the U.S. media.

The United States intervened in Iraq to create the monster that is Saddam. Then, following a decade of deadly U.S.-inspired economic sanctions against Iraq, fraudulent charges were trumped up at the U.N. in a vain attempt to justify an invasion of Iraq. In defiance of international law the U.S. embarked on a war of aggression, including savage bombing of crowded Iraqi marketplaces and residential areas resulting in many civilian deaths and total chaos. Considering this, and disregarding Bush administration propaganda, perhaps Mr. Sutz will appreciate that the U.S. bears heavy responsibility for creating its own enemies around the world, that the U.S. is currently widely hated and that this country is viewed universally as the major threat to world peace.

Rob Pates

Charlottesville

Going pro

I was very pleased and surprised to see the Jon Sutz letter supporting our President and our war effort in the C-VILLE. I wish the essay could have been longer. I appreciated his comments, viewpoint, clarity and calmness. Each time I read something written by a Bush and Iraq war supporter I learn even more about why our action with England regarding Iraq is right on the money and a very important and essential thing for our country to have undertaken. The list of pro-reasons continues to grow.

I also appreciate the full-page ad you carried called “Don’t buy Bush’s war.” It gave a helpful list of pro-war organizations I want to support actively. I will not boycott the anti-war organizations listed as they have a right to their opinion. I have yet to see a list of things the anti-war people have done to encourage Saddam Hussein to behave more humanely toward his people. Absent that, I can only assume they wish for him to continue his killing, maiming, torture and oppression.

Please continue to carry letters like that from Mr. Sutz. It is very refreshing.

William J. Nesbit, Jr.

Charlottesville

 

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Charging elephants

Republicans stand up for John Q. Public

Tax day makes everybody cranky and on Tuesday, April 15, Charlottesville Republicans were no exception: Prominent elephants got down- right snippy about the Democratic establishment. In separate instances, Councilor Rob Schilling and GOP stalwart Jon Bright declared that City Council couldn’t care less about the little guy.

The uprising began shortly before noon, when Council was scheduled to approve the City’s 2003-‘04 budget, including a series of fee hikes. Schilling phoned local reporters to convene a press conference following the vote.

City officials had worked for months on the budget, and the four Democratic Councilors arrived at chambers dressed casually for what would be a five-minute meeting. Schilling, however, took his seat dressed in dark lavender suit and cowboy boots.

Schilling voted along with his fellow Councilors to lower the City’s real estate tax per $100 of assessed value to $1.09 from $1.11. But he voted against raising the meals tax and other fees. He agreed that funding was needed for capital improvements, new police officers and waste disposal, he said, but he didn’t support “the means.”

After the vote, Schilling retired to the steps of City Hall to read from a prepared statement. Mayor Maurice Cox and Councilor Kevin Lynch followed.

“As a Council,” Schilling began, “we could have worked harder for the people in this community.” The City should have reduced spending on architects and social service funding, among other things, and dipped into the City’s rainy day fund instead of raising fees and putting undue burden on Charlottesville’s working class, he said.

“From Belmont to Greenbrier, from 10th and Page to Alumni Hall, I hear you loud and clear,” he said. “Enough is enough.”

Lynch, in response, was quick to allege grandstanding.

“If Rob spent as much time getting his ideas across to Council as he does getting in front of the camera, he might make some progress,” said Lynch, further alleging that Schilling, a three-year City resident, has spent less time than his peers incorporating his vision into the budget.

Cox, also vexed, said in more measured tones that budgets always require compromises between raising fees and cutting services: “We have a social safety net here. Maybe Mr. Schilling doesn’t realize that’s what makes this a humane place to live.”

Meanwhile, a few blocks west on the Mall, Bright, who owns the Spectacle Shop, assailed the leadership of a steering committee on which he sits as one of 15 members. Assembled by City Council to guide a Federally funded, $6 million bus transfer station at the east end of the Downtown Mall, the committee earned his enthusiasm when he began to serve one year ago. Now, he says, it’s clear Council is using the group to rubber stamp its plans.

“The project hasn’t changed one iota from when we heard about it the first time,” says Bright. “I feel the City has wasted our time as committee members.”

During the course of at least three public meetings, Bright says, people have questioned the building’s location, size and style, along with the availability of parking. Steering committee members have suggested the center will need more lavatories or a permanent concession stand. Many business owners say the area needs more parking.

Dan Pribus, who runs the Blue Ridge Country Store on the east end of the Mall and now feels similarly let down, says he joined the committee because “when the architects talk about the geo-sociopolitical significance, I ask where they’re going to put the trash.”

Former Mayor David Toscano heads the steering committee and has spent the past year selling the transfer center to the Mall’s notoriously conservative business community. He says the City has listened to the public by, for instance, responding to citizen opposition to opening a new traffic crossing on the Mall.

Mike Stoneking, an architect who also sits on the steering committee, says, “you can’t make a building by committee. It gets out of control. You have to make a decision.”

Deadlines have also put pressure on the process, says Toscano. The City spent more than a year negotiating with developer Gabe Silverman to build the bus transfer center on West Main. When that deal collapsed, the City opted for the Mall location because it already owns the property. Now, the Federal grant is about to expire.

“Either we build this project, or we give the money back,” says Toscano.

But Bright, who has been active in City politics for nearly 20 years, complains that the City’s public hearings are merely theater.

“If you already have a plan, why involve citizens,” he says, “if you’re not going to listen to them?” ––John Borgmeyer

 

Cracking the case

“No coke,” says local man, suing WVIR for $10 million

A Greene County man can soon expect his day in court after two years of what he describes as the tooth-breaking anguish he has suffered at the hands of Virginia’s self-described “most powerful” TV station. Jesse Sheckler has filed a defamation suit for $10 million in compensatory damages and $350,000 in punitive damages against the Virginia Broadcasting Corporation, the parent company of local NBC affiliate station WVIR-TV 29. In the suit, filed on March 21, 2002 in Charlottesville Circuit Court, plaintiff Sheckler cites news reports on April 6 and 7, 2001, and again on October 29 and 30 of that year, that falsely claimed he possessed cocaine. WVIR reported, “DEA and JADE forces had confiscated 50 grams of crack cocaine and 500 grams of powder cocaine in a March 2001 raid on the home and business of Jesse Sheckler.”

Sheckler was arrested in March 2001 after a Federal grand jury indicted him on one count of conspiracy to distribute cocaine.

Novice WVIR reporter Melinda Semadeni covered news of the indictment on April 6. According to court filings from plaintiff’s counsel, Semadeni spoke to Assistant U.S. Attorney Bruce Pagel whom she claims supplied her with news of the confiscation. Pagel denies the allegation and asserts that Semadeni never requested a copy of the original indictment. Semadeni kept no notes or record of her interview with Pagel.

According to court documents, the 11pm newscast on April 6 displayed a photo captioned “Drug Bust,” which showed two armed officers handcuffing a white male in front of a house. In court documents, plaintiff’s counsel notes that Sheckler’s arrest occurred in a public space in Greene County and contends the image was neither of Sheckler nor his home. Sheckler’s attorney at the time, Denise Lunsford, left voice-mail messages at the WVIR newsroom that were not returned.

Although the drug weights were included in the indictment, U.S. Attorney Pagel tells C-VILLE that such data “does not mean that that amount was seized and it doesn’t mean that it was seized from a particular defendant. It doesn’t mean that it was seized at all.”

Covering Sheckler’s trial on October 29, 2001, reporter Pedro Echevarria included the cocaine confiscation in his report, after consulting archived material from Semadeni’s story. Sheckler was acquitted on November 1.

Matthew Murray, Sheckler’s current attorney, said news of the confiscation “was absolutely false. He was never charged with any possession. They [WVIR] were asked to retract it, and they did not.”

Discussing his damages in court filings, Sheckler claims the incident left him with stress, acid discharge, teeth breaking and a root canal, among other problems. Sheckler also claims “I cry in my heart,” when thinking about WVIR’s assertion.

“For a private plaintiff to win punitive damages,” according to Tom Spahn, author of the book The Law of Defamation in Virginia and a partner in the Tyson’s Corner office of law firm Woods McGuire, “a person has to prove actual malice,” defined as the defendant’s knowing falsity and reckless disregard for truth. “To win compensatory damages, he must prove negligence,” defined as deviating from a common standard of practice.

Thomas Albro, attorney for the Virginia Broadcasting Corporation, would not comment.––Aaron Carico

 

Across the great divide

Community group wants to heal the black-white rift

Ara mi le, oh ya ya,” Darrell Rose shouted from the auditorium stage at Buford Middle School, beating the Nigerian rhythm on the djembe he clutched between his knees. In Yoruba, the phrase means, “My whole self is well, oh yes.” Rose and his drum kicked off a community forum on race relations on Saturday, April 12, at the school. He intended the chant as a meditation, preparing the more than 150 attendees to confront Charlottesville’s racial sickness. Skeptics, however, wondered whether the “Many Races, One Community” forum was real medicine or just another sugar pill.

The event was organized by Citizens for a United Community, a 14-member group comprising City officials, former mayors, church leaders and prominent citizens. The CUC group has received $1,000 from the City as well as donations from the Charlottesville-Albemarle Community Foundation, UVA, the local NAACP, several churches and more than three dozen citizens.

The CUC formed last year when 10 black students from Charlottesville High School were arrested for beating up UVA students. Since then, the group collected donations and held fundraisers for the victims and the attackers’ legal fees. Not that the do-gooding has been universally lauded. Public housing advocate Joy Johnson, for one, says the group only seems interested in racial problems affecting Charlottesville’s middle class.

“My peers were not represented in this group,” says Johnson. “We rally around a certain group of kids. But every day we see kids getting into trouble in the low-income community, making mistakes, and they’re not doing anything about it. Where’s the balance?”

Another demographic largely absent was people under 30. About 10 students from UVA and City schools said racial tensions are not high among the City’s diverse student body––especially at CHS, where interracial dating is fairly common, according to one student––but black and white students simply don’t hang out with each other. In general, black students are over-represented in “special education” classes and under-represented in advanced classes throughout the system.

As the participants dined on fried chicken, a few CUC members consolidated the small-group notes into one presentation that former Mayor Nancy O’Brien said would identify problems and propose “concrete” solutions. For instance, affordable housing was identified as a problem for which the solution could be “working for better wages.” There was no mention of racial profiling or gentrification. While everyone seemed to agree racism is a real problem, no one offered a definition of racism or instructions on how to spot it.

Charlottesville’s ugly racist history is still very much alive. Slaves are gone, but many of their descendents still perform service jobs for poverty wages. Black residents still live in segregation, receive extra scrutiny in stores and get stopped by police simply because of skin color. Groups like the Virginia Organizing Project are already working on race and class issues, but the CUC meeting did not distribute literature about other extant organizations.

Most participants agreed no meeting can “cure” racism, but Anjana Mebane-Cruz says she felt the forum was successful because it marks a year-long interest in race relations. “That shows responsibility,” she says.

There was no shortage of warm fuzzies––as the group joined hands and sang the freedom anthem “We Shall Not Be Moved,” Johnson wondered if the CUC was really intending to compare its agenda to the civil rights movement. But the four-hour meeting succeeded in bringing blacks and whites together for both serious discussion and lighthearted socializing, which participants agreed happens all too infrequently in Charlottesville.

“It was a good effort,” said Karen Waters, director of the City’s Quality Community Council. “Any effort is better than nothing. But if everyone at that meeting would invite a black person over for dinner, it would do more for racial harmony than any amount of meetings.”––John Borgmeyer

 

Horse cents

ABC collects fine from Foxfield—as big race looms 

The April 16 headline in The Daily Progress may have stated “ABC reaches agreement with Foxfield,” but the president of the semi-annual equestrian event couldn’t disagree more.

“We didn’t by any means reach an agreement,” says Benjamin Dick. “we were given an order. I couldn’t believe that headline.”

On April 15, after months of deliberations, decisions and re-made decisions, the Alcoholic Beverage Control Board moved to allow the racing association to keep its Equine Sporting Event license so long as it employs one security officer for every 200 ticket-holders, with at least 50 of the officers empowered to make arrests of underage drinkers. ABC had filed in January a disorderly conduct and intoxicated loitering complaint after the fall races. In the ABC’s “order,” Foxfield will also have to cough up an $8,000 fine.

“This whole ordeal is really hurting the race,” says Dick, who spends most of his time these days placating the fears of Foxfield’s biggest supporters—the horsemen and owners.

“This is also hurting us financially here—just in order to meet the ABC order, we’ll have to spend an extra $20,000 to $40,000 on security,” he says. On top of that, the ABC is sending more than 40 of its top-notch enforcers to scout the scene for the April 26 race.

“This is the first time ever that we haven’t sold out all the rail parking spaces,” says Dick.

But some sponsors of this year’s Foxfield season aren’t scared off by ABC allegations.

“It’s my understanding that they’ve had these problems for years,” says Donald Marks, owner of Readings by Catherine, a main sponsor of this year’s events. “But truth is, Foxfield itself never sold an alcoholic beverage there. They’re an asset and I really disagree with the ABC here.”—Kathryn E. Goodson

 

Full capacity

Landfill refuses fuel tanks following fatal explosion

Following an explosion earlier this month that killed an employee, the Rivanna Solid Waste Authority has temporarily stopped accepting old fuel storage tanks at the Ivy Landfill. Director Larry Tropea says he will wait to see the results of State and local investigations before making any permanent policy changes.

On Tuesday, April 10, Landfill manager Wayne Stephens, 46, died in an explosion while apparently cutting into a tank with torch. “There were no witnesses, so it will be hard to pinpoint a cause,” says Tropea. “Stephens had been there an awfully long time. He was the senior person at the site.”

The Landfill has always accepted a wide assortment of garbage, including empty fuel tanks. Tropea says the tanks are supposed to be inspected by two people, then stored between two and six months to allow volatile chemicals to break down or air out. After that, holes are cut into the tanks and they are taken to a scrap metal yard.

The Virginia Department of Labor and Industry will conduct a six-month investigation; the County fire marshal and the RSWA authority will also investigate the accident.

“We need to assess all of our procedures to determine whether we’ll continue accepting old storage tanks in the long run,” Tropea says.––John Borgmeyer

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Weed whackers

They say that in Charlottesville, the guy who serves your coffee probably has a PhD. Increasingly, the coffeeshop where he works likely serves another function too: art gallery. In the past several years, all over town, new art spaces have proliferated—in restaurants and boutiques, and as cooperatives and nonprofits. The town’s concentration of visual art venues is earning it a national reputation, boosting tourism and attracting artists. “Charlottesville is definitely getting to be known,” says Leah Stoddard, director of Second Street Gallery. “Word of mouth travels fast.”

Examining the burgeoning local arts scene exposes some interesting issues, from the relationship between art and commerce to the quality of tourist-friendly art. But most local art experts agree that the more, the merrier: The variety of spaces benefits the art viewer, the artist and even the art collector. In truth, the wide range of venues—from commercial to non-profits to hybrids—helps showcase why each is a necessary component of a thriving arts scene. And as local artists attest, that’s what Charlottesville’s becoming.

 

Origin of a species

Ten years ago, art was mostly relegated to museums or more traditional art spaces. Now it’s hard to order a double Americano without catching a glimpse of a landscape, still-life or experimental photo work. More and more restaurants, bookstores, jewelers, churches and even office buildings decorate their walls with rotating art shows. Take, for instance, Downtown Mall coffee spot Mudhouse. Currently customers can see the works of abstract painter Delmon Brown Hall IV while sipping their java. Before the mid-‘90s, such a show would have likely been relegated to a handful of local galleries or one of the few forward-thinking bistros supporting local art.

Sarah Sargent was the director of Second Street Gallery from 1993 to 1999. “When I started at Second Street,” she remembers, “there was Second Street and McGuffey, and [now-defunct] Gallery X, and those were really the only three that were around.” She adds that the current trend of showing art in restaurants and stores was, at the time, almost unheard-of.

A symbiotic relationship between art and Downtown business has fueled the growth of each, say many observers. Whereas Sargent likens the Downtown Mall of 10 years ago to “a wasteland,” there are currently at least 20 separate places to see fine art Downtown, and more than 30 in Charlottesville overall. “It’s impossible now to get a restaurant table on a Friday when there’s an opening,” says Sargent. “I really feel like the arts were responsible for the development in the Downtown area.”

And in return, increased tourism—Downtown or otherwise—has been a contributor to the explosive growth of the gallery world. “We’re getting on the radar now as a regional art center,” says Jill Hartz, director of the UVA Art Museum, adding that Monticello-driven tourism can complement Charlottesville’s standing as an arts destination.

And certainly “in-town” tourism by locals hasn’t hurt the art scene: The popular First Fridays gallery walks have given a celebratory atmosphere to the local art world for at least one night per month. The well-marketed idea of the “Downtown arts district”—since, to be sure, that’s where most art venues are located—might turn out to be a self-fulfilling prophecy. “I think that could only benefit [artists],” says Russell Richards, an artist and member of the McGuffey Art Center.

 

Everything in its right place

The expansion of art into the commercial realm has sparked some issues regarding culture and commerce. When Lynelle Lawrence, Mudhouse co-owner, talks about the only art show she’s ever had to remove from her Downtown coffeeshop, the story reveals a tension between high culture and the economic engines that underlie it. The show included a sizable pastel drawing of a nude man, surrounded by severed heads on platters.

It was not a hit. After the piece went up on a Monday, says Lawrence, “My phone was ringing literally nonstop. People said they wouldn’t come here, wouldn’t bring their children.” By Friday, the piece (and one other, a female nude with a breastfeeding baby) had been pulled. Lawrence says she herself didn’t mind the works, but “it was not an appropriate space to hang them.”

Lawrence maintains that art is an integral part of Mudhouse’s mission: “to create a space for free expression.” She also says that the severed-head snafu did not make her more skittish about showing provocative art. Yet, as a businessperson, she was forced to choose between art on the walls and customers at the counter.

That’s a consideration most non-commercial spaces—especially those solely devoted to art—generally don’t have to worry about. They can be bolder about what they show, and view controversy as an opportunity rather than a liability. Leah Stoddard, director of Second Street Gallery, recalls that several pieces by Todd Murphy (which dealt with Thomas Jefferson’s relationship with slave Sally Hemings) sparked strong reaction in 2000. The gallery responded by organizing discussions. “I felt like we were being responsible—not ignoring the controversy, not taking advantage of it, but encouraging the audience to have their say,” she says.

Even if a business is explicitly art-centered, it must strike a difficult balance between aesthetic and commercial considerations. Lyn Bolen Rushton, owner of Les Yeux du Monde (now sharing prime Water Street digs with E.G. Designs in Dot 2 Dot), says that her career as a Charlottesville art dealer has taught her about her market’s limitations. Back in the mid-‘90s when she was selling art out of her home, she says, “Some of the most experimental things that I thought were really interesting just didn’t click with the buying audience. People came, but it was hard for me to break even.”

Rushton is now betting on a new solution to the small-town problem of limited art markets: the “hybrid”—mixed-use art and retail space. Dot 2 Dot is now well-regarded by many observers for its mixed stable of local and nationally known artists, supplemented with prints and smaller works by contemporary masters like Jean-Michel Basquiat. Rushton describes her artists as “already-established artists who have a unique place in the art world, and that are somehow going to sell.”

Rushton then hastens to add, “I’m not going to sell out, ever,” and local art teachers and professionals tend to corroborate that statement, using words like “adventurous” and “serious” to describe the art Rushton shows. The vintage furniture and fine papers that make up the E.G. Designs part of the business, Rushton says, contribute to the cozy atmosphere rather than tarnishing the purity of the aesthetic.

There is a wider range of art to be seen in Charlottesville’s retail market than one might expect—even if you have to peer over stacks of merchandise to spot it. Willow 88, also on Water Street, deals in contemporary Chinese, Vietnamese and aboriginal Australian art, paired with antique Chinese furniture. Susan Flury, co-owner, says this is an art niche unique in Charlottesville (commercially, that is—the Kluge-Ruhe Aboriginal Art Collection covers part of the same territory). GOvisual concentrates on photography exhibits. Some businesses, like Main Street Market and Les Yeux du Monde’s Starr Hill location, provide a platform for student work.

And, though some may fret about the dilution of the market—or about restaurants that should do their own interior decorating—it’s clear that local artists would have far fewer opportunities to show their work were it not for hybrid spaces. Lawrence says that, from 125 artists who apply yearly to show at Mudhouse, the 12 she chooses are overwhelmingly local. “We love to show first-time art, people that have been turned down elsewhere,” she says, adding that work usually sells briskly in the busy café. At Hamiltons’, City Centro, and Angelo, among others, Charlottesville artists have opportunities for exposure and, with luck, sales.

 

Feed your head

One group certainly benefiting from the explosion of art spaces is the artists themselves, many of whom delight in the increased opportunities for exposure. But some watchers lament a lack of experimentation in the majority of art shown in Charlottesville.

Rich Davis is a fifth-year studio art major at UVA who describes his own work as “not very traditional. I don’t know if a lot of people even call it art.” His dada-influenced projects include modifying electronic gear and making masks out of giant stuffed animals. Unsurprisingly, Davis finds much of the art in Charlottesville galleries “really conservative, really tried and true.”

Still, he says, “The gallery scene is definitely good for such a small town.” And he singles out the Downtown Gallery at Nature as the one venue he makes a point of visiting, since it sometimes offers video and installation pieces—much rarer in Charlottesville than painting and other traditional media. Piedmont Virginia Community College art professor Chica Tenny says her students, too, favor Nature, and that this is the natural order of things in a vibrant art scene. “It is important for fresh things to start,” she says. “There’s always someone thinking things need to change, and that’s the great thing about artists.”

The dissatisfaction younger, more experimental artists feel sometimes translates into action—a new space, or a temporary takeover of a non-art space, like the use of the Frank Ix Building on Monticello Avenue for the Fringe Festival last October. And having a critical mass of galleries—even conservative or commercial ones—may actually be a crucial factor in allowing experiments to blossom.

For one thing, art draws artists. “Artists are now making a decision to come to Charlottesville and make a home for themselves because of this environment,” says Stoddard.

Artists, in turn, are apt to band together, identify gaps, and fill them. McGuffey Art Center is a Charlottesville institution and the most venerable example of an artists’ cooperative in town, having provided studio and exhibition space since 1975. Richards, who’s had a McGuffey studio for three years, calls it “a fantastic resource” for its high visibility and tight community. Artists get 100 percent of sales from McGuffey walls, whereas commercial galleries, of course, take a cut.

Membership at McGuffey is seen as a mark of accomplishment, and many members are full-time artists. But less-established artists have outlets too. Members of BozART, a cooperative on the Downtown Mall, generally have day jobs, says member Karen Whitehill. “People who really expect to sell a lot are misled. But people who just want to feel like on Friday nights people will come out, be interested and give you some feedback,” she says, find BozART valuable.

Bullseye, meanwhile, is a newer and proudly informal entry in the co-op category. Director Kimberly Larkin says Bullseye’s studio spaces are its most important component. Though she and former partner Stacey Evans ran it as a regular gallery for a year, these days it’s a “vanity gallery” for the seven artists who share the rent.

Without a regular exhibition schedule and conventional hours, says member Monty Montgomery, the space—located under the Jefferson Theater—becomes a dynamic center for exchange and conversation. “I put the sign out at 10 at night” while working, he says. “People come down. Every night, I meet awesome people that can’t come down here during the day.” Bullseye also has a loose relationship with Nature, sometimes organizing joint exhibitions, and Larkin says Bullseye is flexible enough to accommodate possibilities like film screenings and puppet shows.

 

Tried and true

A true art scene isn’t just an art mall. Traditionally, galleries have served an equally significant purpose as places for artists (and especially students) to learn and be inspired. It is in that area—and in the ability to show more interesting, non-commercial works—that the established non-profit galleries differentiate themselves from upstart boutiques in the gallery world.

While strapped-for-cash artists might feel comfortable just standing and looking in upscale shops—Flury says that Willow 88 often plays host to artists asking about Asian and aboriginal techniques—traditional nonprofit art spaces are still better equipped to educate than their commercial counterparts. Stoddard says that at Second Street, “My whole shifting of the mission was away from the artist’s career to the audience. I’ve tried to make it more of a mini-museum.” That means more informative text to go along with exhibitions, as well as outreach efforts like partnering with local schools and universities for visiting-artist workshops. “I try to share that visitor with as many people as possible,” she says.

Ultimately, Stoddard and Hartz can show work even if they know no one will buy it. Both name installation art—which can be room-sized—as an important part of the contemporary scene that is difficult or impossible to sell, but has been exhibited at Second Street and the museum. Hartz points out too that, “Most of the galleries show contemporary art; there are not a lot that show other time periods and non-Western art. We can have the kind of shows [like the current Shunzhi porcelain show] that no other places in this community can do because of the budgets involved and the staff needed.”

Artists and art teachers agree that these older, non-commercial spaces are still the best for learning. William Bennett, a UVA studio professor, says “I think Second Street Gallery is a really good gallery. I think our students are missing out if they miss out on things that happen there.” Richards, who lived in Washington, D.C., before moving to Charlottesville, says that while he sees lots of peers’ work he respects at McGuffey, for him the UVA Museum is the only local substitute for the capital’s barrage of top-flight museum exhibits. In D.C., he says, “I’d go down to the museums practically every weekend. I really miss that.”

Small galleries at UVA and PVCC provide still more non-commercial—and therefore more adventurous—wall space. In UVA’s Fayerweather Gallery, says Bennett, “We pretty much do exactly what we want. We don’t feel constrained at all.”

 

Cultural cohabitation

Even with the growing hybrid and commercial art spaces, the three area art anchors—Second Street, the UVA Museum and McGuffey—will always have a place. But they are learning how to adapt to a much more crowded house. Second Street’s Stoddard says that publicity has become more pressing in the new climate. “I must admit that I got pretty passive about getting publicity out. I just assumed we would get coverage for exhibitions,” she says. “At first I was sort of like, ‘Hey!’ But then I adjusted my thinking and thought, ‘What am I doing? This is fabulous.’”

Hartz echoes her excitement about the growth of the art scene. “Galleries have become more professional,” she says. “It just adds a lot more vitality to this community. We’d like to be supportive.” Hartz adds that the new spaces create opportunities for city-wide themed shows like 2000’s “Hindsight/Fore-site,” which examined Charlottesville’s Jeffersonian legacy in 20 sites around town and was curated by Rushton.

That kind of synergy between educational, commercial and even government forces (the City helped finance the 1975 renovation of McGuffey School, for example) emerges as the most positive measure of Charlottesville’s arts scene. Established, experimental, academic and for-profit spaces may have different missions, but they don’t necessarily feel competitive.

The emerging “arts corridor” on Water Street (comprising Dot 2 Dot, Nature and the under-construction City Center for Contemporary Arts), says Stoddard, is a good example. “It’s a really thrilling time. There are things we haven’t even thought about that are going to happen with cross-pollination,” she says.

And, just as students need galleries to learn from, galleries need students, who represent future suppliers of their product. Chica Tenny of PVCC says that the school’s art department nurtures connections between students and the local marketplace. “I do think our faculty make an effort to connect them up with places to show,” she says. Whitehill, a former student, says this is precisely how she got involved at BozART. PVCC connects students to the Richmond art world too, since many faculty earned master’s degrees at Virginia Commonwealth University and have connections there.

UVA, says Bennett, is more insular, with students sticking close to grounds. “We’re working on that,” he says. “My colleagues and I would like our students to be a greater part of the arts community in Charlottesville.” The self-containment of UVA compared to PVCC may be unavoidable given that most UVA students grew up elsewhere and move on again after graduation. In fact, says Bennett, “I really encourage our students to leave town. They need a broader view of the world. I also encourage them to come back” after working or getting graduate degrees. Some students, he says, have indeed returned to Charlottesville to find their niches in the art community.

Ultimately, artists themselves provide an important barometer of the health of the art scene. Richards says Charlottesville has been a good environment for him since moving from D.C. three and a half years ago. He was already a full-time artist there and, he says, a big city is probably still an easier place to start an art career. But, he says, “I feel extremely fortunate to have this studio here. McGuffey is pretty unique to Charlottesville.”

Perhaps most tellingly, Richards feels that in Charlottesville he can both put food on the table and remain true to his vision, which sometimes includes explicit sexual content. “I think people are a little bit more enlightened around here than one might think,” he says. “I do have people come in here sometimes and look at my work and kind of turn pale and walk back out the door. But I’ve never felt censored.”

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For Christ’s sake

In response to Andy Singer’s little cartoon “Hey all you Christians” in the February 18 issue, obviously Singer doesn’t know very much, if anything, about Jesus or the extremely unique 200-year time period in which Jesus’ life took place. For someone like him to try to speculate what Jesus would do in our day is quite preposterous.

Jesus used a plethora of then-modern resources to spread the word and to make his (God’s) motives manifest. Jesus also did whatever it took to get the ultimate goal achieved. Even though he begged and pleaded with God to change his destiny, he stepped up and saw it through to the very end.

Singer should avoid directing his uninformed, uneducated comments toward people who know about his subject because it makes him sound stupid to us. I’m sure Singer isn’t really stupid, he’s just not very good at political propaganda. He’s not that good at making cartoons either, really. I would suggest that he scrap his little cartoon hobby and stick to his real job, or at least stick to subjects he knows.

To set things straight, Jesus probably wouldn’t drive an SUV because he’d be frontin’ the big diesel smoke-spewing bus so there would be plenty of room for all the disciples. As for the lawn chemicals, Jesus didn’t have a lawn and probably wouldn’t have one now. Now, half of our tax dollars are not spent on the military, so I don’t know where Singer’s info came from there but you better believe that Jesus would rock his colors and stand up for God’s people. Jesus would love his enemy but never let them have dominion over him. And finally, Jesus was the epitome of the death penalty—Word (of God).

There. That last paragraph wasn’t intended to be taken seriously, just to prove the point that we can all speculate. I hope this helps to clear up some of the misguided thoughts that Singer may have spawned.

Duane Brown

Charlottesville

 

Pregnant pause

I read your article about Lynn Wiber with interest [“Charlottesville’s new homeless,” March 11]. Do her seizures preclude her from using her nursing degree? I understand there is a nursing shortage nationwide.

As for the pregnant homeless couple—what are they thinking? I know many people need help but hearing about people who make bad decisions, can’t be bothered to get decent job skills, won’t use the job skills they do have and then whine about the consequences really bothers me. Wake up, folks! Concentrate in school, get a marketable skill, don’t make babies you can’t take care of and quit expecting society to bail you out.

Carolyn Simpson

Richmond

 

Left behind

John Borgmeyer, in his review of Ted Rall’s speech [“Meet the mouth,” Fishbowl, April 1], ignored a lot of compelling content in his pursuit of trash. I found it interesting that the Federal government is prohibited by the U.S. Constitution from intervening in elections. This power resides solely within the jurisdiction of the states. The Supreme Court circumvented this mandate when it chose to hear the Florida presidential election dispute.

According to Rall, Afghanistan after its American liberation is not “just as brutal, repressive and undemocratic as before”—it’s worse. It’s lawless. Now the warlords of the Northern Alliance not only force women to wear burqas, they rape them with impunity. The significance of Afghanistan for Rall is the precedent it sets for the brand of liberation we are bringing to Iraq. Too bad his incisive analysis of the Afghan crisis was reduced to a single paragraph. I was grateful for the light it shed on what has become a total media blackout.

Borgmeyer took every opportunity to bash the “liberals munching on brie and crackers and sipping organic green tea.” If liberals seemed to enjoy themselves too much, maybe it was because Rall’s speech was a breath of fresh air for many who feel bombarded by the propaganda that is dished out daily by corporate media giants. Sure, he was outrageous. But wasn’t that fun for a change? Sure, he was in your face. But isn’t that better than doublespeak about “liberation forces” and “collateral damage”?

I was particularly disturbed by the inaccurate reporting of an incident involving a question about terrorism. This speaker was not heckled by the crowd. His distress was obvious to many. As a Charlottesville Center for Peace and Justice organizer of the event, I took the opportunity to comfort him. It is difficult to be overwhelmed by emotion in a public setting and clearly there were many layers of concern in the question he posed.

Rall gave a legitimate answer to his question, if not one that fully recognized the needs of the speaker. The pressures of public speaking don’t always yield the most personal response. That’s why I took the time to walk this young man back to his seat. He did not leave the auditorium. Instead he flashed me a peace sign to voice our shared humanity.

I am troubled by Borgmeyer’s divisive coverage of this event, which C-VILLE sponsored. It brings into question the integrity and sincerity of the newspaper. Cathryn Harding has stated that C-VILLE “supports the First Amendment,” and yet with freedom comes responsibility. Unfortunately, the staff of this trendy weekly seems more intent on stirring up controversy to fuel its least-common-denominator marketing strategy than serving as a media forum committed to the intelligent and balanced discussion of issues that effect all our lives so deeply.

Scott Supraner

Charlottesville

 

Free the brie

Talk about cheap shots. In John Borgmeyer’s account of Ted Rall’s talk and slide show, he takes careful note of the “happy munching of crackers and brie,” and the sipping of “organic green tea.” Had the reporter not, perhaps, spent so much time hanging around the small piece of brie, he’d have noticed other, um, more proletarian fare. Stuff like bagels and cream cheese; carrot and celery sticks; cookies and homemade brownies, along with—gasp!—coffee. So un-French, so plebian.

Good thing the folks at the Peace Center couldn’t afford to spring for vintage French wines to further arouse Borgmeyer’s ire. Good thing, too, he didn’t mistake the brownies for dense squares of congealed black caviar.

The overflow crowd that packed the old Lane Auditorium on March 26—a rain-soaked evening—wasn’t there to indulge its collective elitist tummies, but to listen to an unembedded journalist and political cartoonist dish out some hard facts. As for the “two uniformed Albemarle County police officers eyeing the crowd,” more than two of their City counterparts were on hand in City Council chambers during the recent Festival of the Book.

That occasion was a panel featuring such non-inflammatory speakers as UVA’s past president and retired professor of government and foreign affairs—Robert O’Neill and Henry Abraham, respectively—who discussed patriotism.

At a time when the last word in the foregoing sentence is almost solely equated with flying the flag, we could use more rally-with-Rall events.

Barbara Rich

Charlottesville

 

Take the lead

Thank you to C-VILLE Weekly and the Charlottesville Center for Peace and Justice for inviting Ted Rall to Charlottesville. People like Rall who understand what’s going on and express it well are unfortunately in short supply.

As much as we need ideologues like Rall, we also need leaders. This town’s affluence seems to make it sleepy and complacent, even though a lot of people’s hearts are in the right place. For example, I found the bumper stickers and pins on sale at the Rall event were a bit meek and wordy. We need activism that’s provocative and caustic. I believe we need to start by flying the flag upside-down—to signify that the nation has been hijacked by an immoral regime—and calling the invasion of Iraq for what it is: high-tech terrorism, looting and possibly cultural genocide.

Since, as Rall pointed out, there is certainly a “bizarre” pseudo-Christian ideology driving Bush, Christian groups should come forward and set the record straight: Christ never provided for a double standard of conduct for groups of people like armies (“let’s you and I get together to murder and break no moral law”). This is a triumphalist or “joyous secularist” perversion of Christianity. Similarly, we should write letters to Christian servicemen (and other creeds) and tell them they should consider their actions before pulling triggers/opening bomb bays.

Demonstrations—and they should continue—should be dedicated as much as possible to reminding people what war really looks like, since the media is presenting a censored image and it’s easy to believe that this is a tidy police operation. In war, people do not stand in a circle in the middle of intersections like Preston and McIntire. It’s nice to have a Universalist prayer circle. Let’s do that, too. But die-ins with stage blood make a lot more sense in the context of a busy intersection. The implication is that in war, streets fill with bodies.

With all the media technology and cultural influence at our disposal, it is obscene that we have started a shooting war in the 21st century. We are burying an entire Iraqi generation under our cruel arrogance. Karmic law is such that, to paraphrase the old WWI song, it’ll all come marching home—not just our troops, but their actions.

Kristopher Rikken

Charlottesville

 

Lecture circus

Your account of the Rall “lecture” was wonderful. His statement “liberals like to think” was beautifully illustrated by his use of profanity, obscenity and outright lies. For instance, I doubt that Afghan women who are now allowed to attend school would agree that that country “is just as brutal, repressive and undemocratic as it ever was.” Of course, I realize that since he is gifted with awesome liberal brain power, he was able to become an expert in Middle Eastern affairs in a very short while. His ugly and insulting statement about President Bush that “caused the crowd to go wild” was further proof that only conservatives like to have their opinions thrown back at them.

Margaret Anderson

Charlottesville

 

Reality check

I can’t continue to listen to the Rallian arias without a little piping up of my own! I doubt if young Mr. Rall has ever traveled extensively or lived in a totalitarian state—but I have. I grew up in Nazi-occupied Berlin and I must tell him that in such surroundings you are very, very careful what you say, to whom you say it and whether you should say it at all!

People who disagree vociferously with their government in such places as the Third Reich, Latin American dictatorships, Havana, Peking and—yes—Iraq (just to name a few) will be or were removed very quickly. And I mean REMOVED. There seems to be no danger of Mr. Rall being dragged from his pulpit into some grim Bushian gulag. WE can shoot our mouth off and we can vote next November!

Judy Brubaker

Crozet