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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So why not protect heirlooms in a greenhouse?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Knowledge is Power

The Lewis and Clark celebration currently showering down on Charlottesville gives a mostly rosy account of the “discovery” of the American West by Thomas Jefferson’s intrepid explorers. But, as they say, history is written by the winners. Corey D. B. Walker’s job is to give a voice to history’s underdogs.

“One thing that I’m interested in following out of this is how native or indigenous cultures impact the stories that are told about Lewis and Clark,” says Walker, director of the Center for the Study of Local Knowledge, a new branch of the Carter G. Woodson Institute at UVA founded in November. “If we take their stories and perspectives seriously, I think we’d have a very different idea of what the West meant. We’d even have to go as far as to question the idea of ‘Jefferson’s West.’ By having that title it’s as if Jefferson has some claim to these areas, as if they don’t mean anything without connecting them to Jefferson, when in actuality there’s a vibrant world pre-existing him.”

Through his center, Walker wants to study similar instances of historical (and contemporary) conflicts over race, gender and other cultural issues. And according to Walker, there’s plenty to explore.

“This is a unique opportunity,” says Walker, who earned a Ph.D. from the College of William and Mary in 2001. “In this area you have a major research university, an area that was home to Thomas Jefferson, James Madison and James Monroe, as well as a large enslaved population and a plethora of indigenous groups.

“So it becomes a cultural site for researching the context of the development of the American nation. That’s crucial when considering who we are as Americans,” Walker says.

Of particular interest to Walker are the contradictions implicit in several of the fathers of American democracy being slave owners. One of the center’s initial projects, “Mapping Monticello’s Diaspora,” has Walker and his associates rethinking Jefferson’s estate by removing it from its familiar historical context. He wants to examine “Monticello as a place, as Jefferson’s retreat, but also as a labor camp, one of the top slave plantations in Central Virginia. Examine it in terms of slavery and the ideas of freedom being born in Central Virginia,” he says. “We need to look at this place as being the home of American democracy, but it is a complicated site.”

Such ethical probing is but part of the mission of the Center for the Study of Local Knowledge. The research institute has already participated with the Albemarle Historical Society on a genealogy seminar. Walker plans to tackle modern-day local issues too, including health and environmental issues, and their implications on race, gender and ethnicity in Central Virginia.

“We’re looking at things through an interdisciplinary lens with regards to our historic projects,” Walker says, “but leveraging that historical knowledge with contemporary issues.” One project, for instance, compares how African-Americans were treated by the health-care industry in the late 19th and early 20th centuries to the way the booming Hispanic population is navigating the system in Central Virginia now, he says.

The center’s 26 faculty fellows and numerous associates range from academics to lay scholars, like Bob Vernon, a local historian specializing in colonial America and early African-American history. “We’re looking for people with great knowledge in and around the area,” Walker says. “We look at these lay scholars as integral parts in our research model, and look for others who have insights into the projects we wish to develop.”

Walker has insights into Central Virginia himself. Born in Norfolk, he lived in Charlottesville from 1993 to 1997, when he worked at State Farm Insurance and served as an assistant minister at Ebenezer Baptist Church and did an internship at First Baptist Church on Park Street. He even briefly considered running for a Delegate’s seat in the 58th District. He hasn’t ruled out running for office in the future.

For now, though, he’s concentrating on his new position at UVA . “The greatest hope we have for the center is it will transform relationships of knowledge and power,” Walker says. “We want to change the concept of scholarship to incorporate new research methods and different questions that include voices not normally included in academia.”

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Art and Commerce

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Look, it’s Snook

The City Democratic machine keeps its driver

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

An excise exercise

Tax autonomy is on Albemarle’s agenda

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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On the right track

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Dream Weavers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Journey to Ben & Jerry-land

No rocky road between here and Burlington 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Holding pattern

Supes hear the case against helicopters and rear entry

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Griffin agreed.

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

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Not Necessarily the News

It starts with the music , one of those brass-and-percussion fanfares that news anchors like to hum on their way to work. Then the announcer trumpets: “From Comedy Central’s World News Headquarters in New York, this is ‘The Daily Show with Jon Stewart.’” And before you’ve had a chance to sort through the incongruity of Comedy Central having its own news division, let alone one with a global reach, the music has changed to a soft-rock vamp and the camera has zeroed in on Stewart, a former-frat-boy type with facial features that wouldn’t be out of place on Mount Rushmore. The hair’s a dignified blend of dark brown and gray. And what’s more important, there’s lots of it. For although we Americans are capable of devoting an entire television channel to comedy, there’s no room for a bald anchor.

Stewart isn’t a news anchor, of course. He just plays one on TV. But is it too hard to imagine that someday in the future, when Tom, Dan and Peter can no longer see the TelePrompTer, Stewart will be asked to serve as the National Entertainment State’s once-over-lightly Master of Ceremonies? He’s got the paper-shuffling, pen-twirling thing down. And he’s capable of shifting, in a nanosecond, from utter seriousness to utter fatuity. You laugh, but that may be what we’re looking for in the news anchors of tomorrow. In the past, we wanted them to be wise. (Walter Cronkite, everybody’s favorite uncle.) In the future, we may want them to be wiseasses. For the times, they are a changin’, ladies and gentlemen, and the news better change with them or it could find itself out of a job.

We’ve all seen the statistics. In 1962 (or ‘72 or ‘82 or ‘92) blah-blah percent of Americans read a daily newspaper or watched the nightly news. Today blah-blah percent do, the new blah-blah being significantly lower than the old blah-blah. And the percentages for young people—that Holy Grail of advertising known as Generation X—are even worse. As the 20-odd million gray hairs who tune in to the network news every night get grayer and grayer, nobody’s joining them in the living room. Instead, we’re tuning in to “The Daily Show.” Or we’re poring over the Onion, that weekly cartwheel of fake headlines. Billing itself as “America’s Finest News Source,” the Onion is the newspaper to end all newspapers, a wake-up call to an industry that appears to have taken an overdose of sleeping pills.

Does the proliferation of news outlets like “The Daily Show” and the Onion, that scribble a Mona Lisa mustache on the face of the Fourth Estate, signify the final triumph of infotainment? The giggle-ization of American society? The decline of Western civilization? The end of the world? Or do they, in that tongue-in-cheek, finger-in-the-ribs way of theirs, offer us a view of the world that traditional news outlets are largely blind to? Does Generation X, which supposedly can’t find Iraq on a map, know something the rest of us don’t know—that Baghdad is both a dateline and a punchline? When life turns into a media circus, isn’t a fun-house mirror the best way to see what’s going on? And aren’t news spoofs, therefore, a more accurate reflection of our time? Or are they just, you know, funny?

Stewart likes to open the show with a dollop of pure nonsense—memorably forgettable musings on, say, how risky it is to ignore that old warning about letting the bedbugs bite. (“They won’t stop,” he says with feigned resignation.) Then it’s on to Headlines, a series of riffs on the day’s top stories à la the Weekend Update segment of “Saturday Night Live.” For those who don’t remember “That Was the Week That Was,” a mid-‘60s TV series that made a mockery of current events, “Saturday Night Live” would seem to have invented the fake news broadcast. And its long line of anchors, from Chevy Chase to Dennis Miller to Tina Fey and Jimmy Fallon, provides a shadow history of the news-reading game. Chevy Chase was Chevy Chase, and we weren’t—anchor as smug superstar. Miller was one of us, only with more flair and more hair, lots more hair.

And Fey/Fallon? Well, let’s just say they’re cute as heck and funny as hell—anchors as precocious eighth-graders. At least Fey seems precocious. Fallon sometimes seems preconscious, dozing off in the middle of a bit. They’re supposed to be a mismatch made in heaven. As producer Lorne Michaels said about the pairing, according to Fallon: “Tina’s going to be the brainy girl, and you’re going to be the kind of goofy guy who doesn’t do his homework and asks her for answers and stuff.” They certainly look the part, Fey with her smarty-pants glasses and Fallon with his randomly spiked hair. But they both have a tendency to crack up at their own jokes, as if they were broadcasting from somebody’s basement. Consequently, the political humor, coming from the mouths of babes, doesn’t seem all that political. Weekend Update used to take its lack of seriousness a lot more seriously.

Stewart, on the other hand, has that you’re-either-born-with-it-or-you’re-not quality called gravitas. When his face is at rest, he could actually be an anchor—he’s that boringly handsome. And his voice, although not quite up there with the dearly departed Phil Hartman’s, has just enough of that adman/madman plasticity to sell us the news as if it were a used car. He isn’t alone, of course. Like any big-time news anchor, he’s surrounded by a stable of thoroughbred correspondents, all of whom should have been put out to pasture long ago. Steve Carell, Stephen Colbert, Ed Helms, Mo Rocca, Nancy Walls—are these not the most hilarious people on TV right now, somehow managing to keep straight faces while their routines twist in and out of plausibility? Or do the show’s writers, led by former Onion scribe Ben Karlin, deserve a lot of the credit?

When the show’s clicking, the laughs come from everywhere, whether it’s Helms using red and blue M&Ms to show the recent shift in the Senate or Stewart ad-libbing a remark about George Bush’s “stimulus package” when a video clip of the spread-legged president conferring with someone at the White House reveals more presidential timber than many of us care to see. For all its massaging of our funny bones, “The Daily Show” can be surprisingly biting, as when an oil-industry representative (or at least an anchor playing one) says about the latest megaton tanker spill, “Fuel oil is good for fish. They like it. It’s like vitamins.” At such moments, you can’t help but wholeheartedly endorse the show’s ambitious tagline: “Now More Than Before.”

The Onion (also available on the web at www.theonion.com) may not be able to make that claim. Like so many newspapers, it often succumbs to deadline pressure these days, sending out “articles” that are printed to fit rather than fit to print. Articles have never been the paper’s strong suit. After repeating the headline (often verbatim) in the lead sentence, the writers tend to spin their wheels, as if developing a comic premise were a completely foreign idea. Ah, but those headlines! Like haiku, they’re still capable of condensing a world of insight into a few choice words. “Kevin Bacon Linked to Al-Qaeda”—how simple, how deceptively perceptive. Or how’s this for sheer pithiness: “Vote, Voter Wasted.” The dropping of “a,” “an” and “the”—or any other word that might slow down a one-liner—has been a source of constant amusement for the Onion’s writers and readers.

“The Daily Show” and the Onion could be owned by the same media conglomerate, so closely do their senses of humor mesh. And behind those senses of humor is a sense of the world as this man-bites-dog-eat-dog media fishbowl where everybody lies, cheats and steals, both to get ahead and just for the hell of it. Neither outlet is particularly partisan; they tend to be equal-opportunity offenders. But both offer a thorough critique of the way news is packaged these days, everything arranged into neat little boxes and wrapped up with shiny bows. In fact, that may be the major difference between “The Daily Show with Jon Stewart” and, say, “The Nightly News with Tom Brokaw.” Brokaw refuses to acknowledge the shiny bows. Stewart goes after them with the Christmas-morning glee of a 6-year-old child.

So, if you were an 18-to-34-year-old Nielsen ratings point, which show would you watch? A lot of ink has been spilled in the last 10 years trying to define Generation X, those hazy, lazy, crazy kids of the boom-and-bust ‘80s and ‘90s. And the general consensus seems to be that, when it comes to the news, they…well, they’re not terribly into the news. That’s what the pollsters tell us anyway. But maybe the pollsters are wrong. Maybe Gen Xers are interested in the news. Maybe they’re just not interested in having the news presented to them with a straight face. Maybe they prefer their news at a slant. These are kids who grew up in the media whirlwind, after all. They’re used to spin. And maybe what they want is for the news to acknowledge when spin is being spun—with a well-timed smirk, perhaps.

Jon Stewart is the Man of a Thousand Smirks, each one perfectly timed so as to squeeze every last ounce of laughter out of the studio audience. But if that was all Stewart was, a smirk machine, then “The Daily Show” wouldn’t be worth watching. He also happens to be a surprisingly well-informed guy and a fantastic interviewer. “I like to read the papers, keep up with the world,” he joked one night, but you get the impression he wasn’t joking, really. His interests range far and wide: He can trade deep thoughts with David Halberstam one night, compare favorite videogames with Ja Rule the next. And his guests are as likely to be Washington politicos as Hollywood stars. It’s an opportunity for the pols to let their hair—or, in John McCain’s case, their comb-overs—down. But even that can be instructive. (Don’t quit your day job, senator.)

Are we a nation of infotainment whores? Would the vast majority of us prefer to be well entertained rather than well informed, leaving the diehards to their C-SPAN marathons? Perhaps, but what such questions don’t take into account are the myriad ways we make sense of the world these days. We combine something we read in the newspaper with something we watched on the nightly news with something we heard on the radio with something Jay Leno said with something our neighbor said with something that was floating by in cyberspace, and tomorrow it may be a whole new mix of sources. We’re constantly bombarded with information, and the stuff that tends to stick is the shtick. Is it any wonder, then, that most presidential candidates manage to find their way onto a late-night TV talk show?

“The show is not a megaphone,” Stewart said when asked whether he prefers to go for the funny bone or the jugular. But he may be underestimating his ability to shape the hearts and minds of his audience—i.e., his role as both baby-boom and baby-bust mouthpiece. (Barely 40, he’s a tweener.) In the aftermath of the September 11 attacks, it was David Letterman who led the late-night talk-show hosts back up Comedy Hill, pausing briefly to wipe Dan Rather’s eyes, then slowly turning the valve on the nitrous-oxide tank. But the most purely emotional return to the air may have been Stewart’s. Fighting back tears, he delivered a nine-minute valentine to the Big Apple that Howard Stern would rib him about for weeks afterward. “Our show has changed,” Stewart said, softly. “What it’s become, I don’t know.”

Has it changed? Not so you’d notice. The Onion, newly arrived in New York City, also stopped the presses for a few days. (Nothing puts comedy writers out of business faster than a national tragedy.) But after an appropriate period of mourning, it discovered that people wanted to laugh more than ever, not less. “U.S. Vows to Defeat Whoever It Is We’re at War With,” the major headline in the September 27 issue announced, nailing to the wall the Bush administration’s determination to kick someone’s, anyone’s, ass. By the following week, things had pretty much returned to abnormal: “Greenland Thinks It Looks Fat in Mercator Projection.” But the headline that seemed to capture the mood of the country may also have represented a bit of wishful thinking on the Onion’s part: “A Shattered Nation Longs to Care About Stupid Bullshit Again.”

The September 11 attacks threatened to end our decades-long pose of ironic detachment, which baby-busters share with baby-boomers. Suddenly, we were thunderstruck with the importance of being earnest. We didn’t want to mime quote marks with our fingers every time we said something. But it turns out that irony, which has been handed down from David Letterman to Conan O’Brien, from “Seinfeld” to “Friends,” from Euripides to Shakespeare to Swift to Twain to Mencken to Wolfe to Eggers, is bigger than Osama bin Laden, bigger than Al-Qaeda, bigger than war. Irony has often been considered a luxury item, something to indulge in during times of peace and prosperity. But maybe it’s closer to a necessity, something to reach for when the powers that be refuse to say what they mean, mean what they say.

And maybe “The Daily Show” and the Onion, like a pair of corrective lenses, allow us to see what we would otherwise miss, which is that the mainstream media are themselves distorting the truth, skewing the news. If present trends continue, there’ll come a day when none of us reads a daily newspaper or watches the nightly news. We’ll get everything off the web, or we’ll get a little bit here and a little bit there, as we’ve always done. And the news spoofs? Maybe they won’t be called the news spoofs anymore. Maybe they’ll be called the news. Maybe Jon Stewart, America’s Jokemaster General, will tell us everything we need to know about this wacky world we live in. Today, you have to keep up with the news to get all the jokes. Tomorrow, you may have to get all the jokes to keep up with the news.

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Knowledge is Power

After two UVA fraternity brothers decided to express themselves by donning blackface and tennis dresses to portray Venus and Serena Williams at a recent Halloween party, it became clear that many people—on and off Grounds—know little about the region’s painful past regarding race relations and other social issues. Corey D. B. Walker aims to fix that problem and prevent such incidents from happening again.

Walker is the director of the Center for the Study of Local Knowledge, which, as part of the Carter G. Woodson Institute at UVA, was formally established on November 14 with an inaugural lecture and seminar. And while the center didn’t directly tackle the blackface incident (“It’s really the entire University’s responsibility to educate about issues of diversity, race and cultural unity,” Walker says), it’s a recent example of the kind of racial, gender and cultural conflicts Walker will explore.

And according to Walker, there’s lots to explore. “This is a unique opportunity,” says the former Harvard student who earned a Ph.D. from the College of William and Mary in 2001. “In this area you have a major research university, an area that was home to Thomas Jefferson, James Madison and James Monroe, as well as a large enslaved population and a plethora of indigenous groups. So it becomes a cultural site for researching the context of the development of the American nation. That’s crucial when considering who we are as Americans.”

Of particular interest to Walker and the center are the contradictions implicit in several of the fathers of American democracy also owning slaves. One of initial projects, “Monticello’s Diaspora,” has Walker and his associates rethinking Jefferson’s estate by removing it from its familiar historical context. He wants to examine “Monticello as a place, as Jefferson’s retreat, but also as a labor camp, one of the top slave plantations in Central Virginia. Look at in terms of slavery and the ideas of freedom being born in Central Virginia,” he says.

“We need to look at this place as as being the home of American democracy, but it is a complicated site. Take his relationship with Sally Hemings, for instance. What does that mean for ideas of the site, and how do we rethink it?”

Such ethical probing is but part of the mission of the Center for the Study of Local Knowledge. The research institute has already participated with the Albemarle Historical Society on an October genealogy seminar and Walker plans to tackle modern-day local issues too, including health and environmental issues, and their implications on race, gender and ethnicity in Central Virginia. “We’re looking at things historically, but leveraging that historical knowledge with contemporary issues,” he says.

The center’s 10 fellows and numerous associates range from more traditional academics to lay scholars, like Bob Vernon, a local archaeologist. “We’re looking for people with great knowledge in and around the area,” Walker says. “We look at these non-academics as integral parts in our research model, and look for more everyday people who have insights into the projects we wish to develop.”

Walker has insights into Central Virginia himself. Born in Norfolk, he lived in Charlottesville from 1993 to 1997, when he worked at State Farm Insurance and served as an assistant minister at Ebenezer Baptist Church and at First Baptist Church on Park Street. He even briefly considered running for a Delegate’s in the 58th district. He hasn’t ruled out running for office in the future.

For now, though, he’s concentrating on his new position at UVA and the Center for the Study of Local Knowledge. “The greatest hope we have for the center is it will transform relationships of knowledge and power,” Walker says. “We want to change the concept of scholarship to incorporate new research methods, more relevant questions that include voices not normally included in academia.”

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Psycho Analysis

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

No-jet set

Disgraced CEOs, including an Albemarle resident, scrimp

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Art and violence

Rape victims break silence with creativity

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

“This land is my land”

Vets oppose the City property grab

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Tales from the Gift

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

 

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

 

Kore Russell

Proprietor, Oasis Day Spa

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

 

Charles Peale

Illustrator and WTJU radio host

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

Damani Harrison

Frontman, Beetnix

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

 

Matteus Frankovich

Tea Missionary, Twisted Branch Tea Bazaar

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

 

Ted Rall

Cartoonist and political commentator

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

 

Adam Thorman

Downtown regular

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

Mary Murray

Graphic designer

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

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

 

John Owen

Interior designer/painter

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

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

 

Alexandria Searls

Writer/photographer

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

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

didn’t want to put on there.

 

Bryce McGregor

Publisher, C-VILLE Weekly

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

 

John Gibson

Artistic Director, Live Arts

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

 

Terri Saunders

Proprietor, Sunrise Herb Shoppe

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

 

Eden Turkheimer

Seventh Grader, Buford Middle School

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

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

 

Sandy McAdams

Proprietor, Daedalus Bookshop

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

 

Barbara Shifflett

Proprietor, Station and Mono Loco restaurants

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

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

 

Ann McDaniel

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

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

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

 

Jill Hartz

Director, University of Virginia Art Museum

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

 

Adam Geilker

Fourth Grader, Johnson Elementary School

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

 

Randolph Byrd

Publisher and Republican analyst

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

 

Jen Sorensen

Cartoonist and this issue’s cover artist

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

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

 

Al Byrne

Co-founder, Patients Out of Time, a marijuana

education group

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

 

NJ Gauthier

Local Music and Metal Director, WNRN-FM

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

 

Chad Hershner

Executive Director, The Paramount Theater

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

 

Andrew Holden

Living-wage activist

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

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

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On the Right Track

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whether or not they actually are nominated for a Grammy, the band feels motivated to ride this train much farther. Krakauer says the band has an audition for a record label in Nashville in March (a label he declined to mention, for fear of jinxing it), and is looking forward to taking their show on the road.

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

Upcoming gigs for Old School Freight Train include First Night Charlottesville on December 31 and The Prism on January 18.