TV Fan Fiction

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Vulcan Love Slave


Michael Amsler

The Xena-Philes: On the Net, fan fiction enthusiasts can mix and match characters from their favorite TV shows. In fanfic cyberland, Xena the Warrior Princess can chum along with The X Files agent Dana Scully. Or the psychopaths on Homicide could create a really bad hair day for Ally McBeale … .

Fan fiction lets you project darkest fantasies onto favorite shows

By Zack Stentz

I don’t know why in the world you think this is hot, Mulder,” Walter Skinner laughed mockingly. “This is not hot, this is pathetic.” He wrapped his arms tighter around Fox Mulder, pulling him closer, and lightly nuzzled the back of his neck.

“Well, okay, just be patient, it’s gonna get better, just give me a minute,” Mulder pleaded. His free hand caressed the muscular thigh he was leaning against …

MAN, how could I have missed that episode of The X-Files? Actually, it never aired, except in the overheated imagination of a fan named J. Bast, who decided to include the moist little scene in a Internet-posted story called “Harder Than It Looks.”

Welcome to the strange world of television fan fiction, where the aficionados of various TV programs hijack their favorite fictional universes and describe what they’d really like to see happen within them.

Modern fan fiction (“fanfic” for short) traces its origins to the pre-television world of written science fiction fandom, in which the line between professional storytellers and enthusiastic story consumers was much more blurred than in the contemporary mass media. Fans of the authors of classic science fiction would often try their hand at writing stories set in the fictional universes of their idols, and some even used these early efforts to launch respectable professional careers of their own.

For example, Psycho author and prolific TV scribe Robert Bloch started as a teenage H. P. Lovecraft pastichist, and his adoration was duly rewarded: Lovecraft created a young hero named “Robert Blake,” then gruesomely killed him off during the course of his story “The Haunter of the Dark.”

Star Trek, with its devoted fan base and appeal to science fiction enthusiasts, was the first TV show to get the large-scale fanfic treatment, and fan-written fiction played a major role in sustaining interest in the series during the 10 years that separated the show’s cancellation from the kickoff of the movie series. Fanfic stories were typically typed up, photocopied or mimeographed, bound, and sent out over the fan grapevine or sold and traded at conventions, screenings, and other events that brought lots of Spock ear-wearers under the same roof.

Fanfic writers trained their sights on other shows and movie series as well, and the advent of the Internet led to an exponential growth in the field as writers could cheaply and easily disseminate the fruits of their creative labors.

What about a TV show inspires viewers to write their own adventures for the characters in them? A passionate fan base and an interesting fictional universe seem to be the two major criteria. That’s why many, but not all, fanfic stories are inspired by science fiction and fantasy series. A search through Yahoo! reveals fan-fiction sites devoted to Star Trek, Babylon 5, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Xena, The X-Files, Chicago Hope, Law and Order, and Due South (!), among others, with none at all devoted to megahits like Seinfeld, Friends, or Touched by an Angel. And it’s somehow difficult to imagine a person mustering sufficient enthusiasm to sit down for several hours to crank out his own Major Dad or Full House story.

The stories themselves vary widely in quality and content. Some of the stories posted to newsgroups such as alt.tv.x-files.creative or alt.tv-star-trek.creative are downright unreadable, while some of the Due South and Star Trek: Voyager fanfic is better written than many of the actual episodes aired. “Star Whores,” a hilarious X-rated parody of you-know-what, has been circulating on the Net for years and has attained the status of a classic in its (admittedly disreputable) field.

“I’ve seen fanfic better than that episode” is a common Internet dis against a poorly written show, and “Why don’t the writers look at fanfic ideas to inspire them?” is a common lament.

The answer to the latter question is that, for legal reasons, most TV staff writers are prohibited from reading fan-written fictional treatments of their shows without explicit authorization. “If I opened a message that had a story idea in it, I’d have to stop reading immediately, ” says one former Star Trek writer who often logged onto Internet discussion groups.

“I could have gotten into a lot of trouble otherwise, if someone claimed that an episode we ran was ripped off from his fanfic story.”

Despite the prohibition, however, it’s clear that the writers of at least some of the shows out there are aware of what fans have done with their characters, as we’ll see later.

And long before the Friends cast visited ER or Detective Munch from Homicide showed up on the X-Files, fanfic writers were eager practitioners of the crossover story– endless scenarios in which agent Scully meets Buffy or an Imperial Star Destroyer takes on the U.S.S. Enterprise. Far more interesting than the crossovers or the military stories with their mind-numbing descriptions of the characters’ sci-fi armaments are the fanfics that deal with the otherwise unexplored inner lives of TV characters and their relationships to one another. It’s here that the speculations and longings of a show’s fans come right out into the open.

ONE MAJOR category of fanfic is the sort practiced by “Relationshippers,” enthusiasts whose main concern is that two characters who on the screen remain apart get together in a romantic manner. Much has been written on the delicious sexual tension of the X-Files‘ Scully/Mulder relationship, and if Chris Carter won’t oblige them by putting those two lonely agents in the sack together, they’re happy to do it themselves. (The famous Rolling Stone cover was Carter’s way of saying “Nyahh-nyahh, this is the only place you’re gonna see these two in bed with each other.” In another shot, he even put himself in bed with stars Gillian Anderson and David Duchovny!) Other “relationshipper” cabals revolve around Buffy‘s Willow and Xander, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine‘s Odo and Kira, and Babylon 5‘s Sheridan and Delenn.

Then there are the “Slash” enthusiasts, who are sort of like Relationshippers in leather and nipple clamps. The story quoted at the top of this article is typical Slash fanfic. So named for the “/” between the characters’ names, Slash fiction imagines a universe in which TV’s favorite male pairs (Kirk/Spock, Starsky/Hutch, even Simon/Simon) engage in explicit, often sadomasochistic sexual encounters with each other.

Like TV fanfic in general, Slash got its start within Star Trek fanfic, with the first recorded K/S story dating from 1976. While some Slash stories are genuinely funny and/or sexy, most are mind-numbing in their repetitiveness. For example, almost all the Trek slash stories seem to involve a situation in which Spock goes into pon farr (Vulcan heat) with Kirk as the only available sexual surrogate.

The non-convincing nature of most of the actual gay sex in fanfic shouldn’t come as a surprise. According to scholars who have studied the subculture (and the Slash culture has been a popular subject for senior theses and Cultural Studies doctoral dissertations with titles like “Pass the Crisco, Spock”), the literary form’s main practitioners and consumers aren’t gay men but rather heterosexual women. These females with a taste for the literary rough trade even run their own annual convention (Escapade: A Slash Slumber Party, held this year Feb. 6-8 in Santa Barbara), and the most popular Slash website (at http://slash.simplenet.com) is subtitled “For girls who like boys who do boys.”

Explanations for the appeal of Slash fiction to some women are legion, and typically involve convoluted academic natterings about female appropriation of dominance and experimentation with gender roles and the like. What many commentators ignore is the most obvious explanation of all: Many of the female fans simply get off on Slash fiction, for reasons not dissimilar to the well-documented male fascination with lesbian sex. But while many mens’ love of girl/girl action is common enough to have become a punch line (“The lesbianism was the only reason I went to see Basic Instinct,” said the late great comedian Bill Hicks. “If I had been the one editing that movie, the only person picketing in front of the theater would have been Michael Douglas, wondering where his part had gone”), the notion that many women might have the same interest in what their male counterparts do with one another in bed still strikes many as shocking and unthinkable.

The major Slashed science fiction franchises are well aware of what these women are writing about their trademarked characters, and the studios’ reactions to this unauthorized fantasizing has been predictably hostile. Actor/professional weirdo Crispin Glover attempted a few years back to make a documentary about the Star Trek Slash subculture (tentatively titled The Captain’s Log), but had to abort the project when Paramount refused to let him use copyrighted material. Paramount also ordered Deep Space Nine actors Alexander Siddig and Andrew Robinson (who play Dr. Bashir and Cardassian spy Garak, respectively) from engaging in ribald speculation about their characters’ true feelings for each other at fan conventions, while Lucasfilm several years ago launched its own crackdown against the burgeoning crop of Luke/Han, Luke/Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan/Darth Slash.

BUT more interesting than the heated denials (Gene Roddenberry in his novelization of Star Trek: The Motion Picture actually had Kirk emphatically state that he and his virile, green-blooded first officer were “just friends”) are the winking acknowledgments of the Slash subculture by some of the targeted shows’ creative principals themselves. Most famously, Xena‘s writers have made an art form out of milking the Xena/Gabrielle subtext for all it’s worth. Actor David Soul once stated that he believed Starsky and Hutch was essentially “a love story about two men,” while David Duchovny often riffs on the Skinner/Mulder theme in interviews. “Yeah, he’s my bitch,” Duchovny recently deadpanned to a Los Angeles radio station.

“The only problem with Mitch [Pileggi, the actor who plays Skinner] is that his bald head means there’s nothing to hold onto when he starts to buck.”

And a milestone in the annals of Slash fanfic was reached in March of this year, during the second episode of a particularly convoluted story from the X-Files‘ ongoing “mythology” arc. Toward the end of the show, the redoubtable agent Mulder dukes it out with his nemesis, the hunky but duplicitous double agent Alex Krycek. And in the first actually aired example of Slash, Krycek proceeded to pin Mulder to the floor and kiss him square on the lips.

Within hours, the X-Files Internet newsgroups lit up with “Did you see that?” messages, and screen-captured frames of the “kiss heard round the world” were posted on multiple websites. It was difficult to decide what was funnier, the exultations of the Slash fans and “Mulder/Krycek Romantics” or the embarrassed explanations of the show’s stodgier viewers. Some of the same viewers who rush to analyze every word spoken or glance exchanged between Scully and Mulder as if it were the Zapruder film brushed off the smooch as a Judas-like sign of betrayal or a cultural manifestation of Krycek’s Russian heritage.

A far likelier explanation is simply that series creator Chris Carter simply enjoys screwing with the show’s viewers, and knew that these five seconds of screen time would be the fan equivalent of dropping an M-80 down an anthill.

Still, one might think that Slash fans would object to their fantasies actually being incorporated into the shows they love. In an age when TV production has become increasingly impersonal and remote from the viewers, fanfic in general and Slash in particular can be seen as subversive acts that tweak the characters’ corporate owners, sort of like the old “Black Bart” bootleg Simpsons T-shirts.

But with the shows’ own creators now hip to the game, it’s unclear what role fanfic will play in the future of TV viewer behavior. Again, look at the Mulder/Krycek kiss: With text like that, who needs subtext?

From the April 30-May 6, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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The Scoop

Babes in Arms

The CIA gets ’em while they’re young

By Bob Harris

A LOT OF FOLKS who think “bandwidth” is the main reason Wilson Philips broke up are still worried about the dangerous, titillating content on the World Wide Web.

Granted, there’s some really, um, interesting stuff out there, as I discovered one night while looking for vegetarian recipes. I didn’t even know a turnip could bend that way, much less stay in that position. But the good news is, there are about a dozen really simple software solutions out there that work just fine.

My sister has two kids of impressionable age using the Internet all the time, and the only thing we usually worry about is carpal tunnel syndrome.

However, there’s a new site on the Net that has even me worried. It’s designed to entice your kids into thinking it’s OK to snoop around, lie to people, kill them if need be, and generally behave as if the ends justify the means.

I’m referring, of course, to … the CIA Kid’s Page.

And you thought Ronald McDonald taught kids dangerous habits.

Designed to appeal to children as young as 6 years old, the CIA Kid’s Page (whose address, you’ll notice, I’m not giving out) includes flashy graphics, a gallery of spy devices, and a geography quiz that legitimizes the site as educational, even if the context is creepy.

Imagine “Where in the World Is Carmen Sandiego?” in which you’re trying to hunt her down and kill her, and you’ve pretty much got the flavor.

It looks as if some major focus-grouping went into the design. There’s a cuddly, huggable, explosives-sniffing dog named Bogart.

(Which, if he was sniffing out marijuana, would have been a clever name, but nah. He only sniffs explosives, at least on company time.)

There’s a history of the CIA, which somehow manages to omit half a century of political assassinations, mind-control experiments on U.S. citizens, cooperation with drug dealers in Asia and Central America, the overthrow of democratic governments, and the safe-housing of Nazi war criminals.

After all, it is a child’s view of the CIA. Just like the one Congress and the newspapers get.

There’s even a friendly pigeon guide, obviously intended to subtly make satellite surveillance seem playful and normal. Direct quote: “Hi, kids! My name is Harry Recon, and this is my twin sister, Aerial.”

The bird is possibly the cheesiest thing I’ve seen all year. And also the most paranoia-inducing. It’s a lot like turning on the tube and discovering Barney wearing a trench coat and sunglasses.

Sing along, everybody: “I watch you, you watch me … ”

ONCE AGAIN, we Americans have something to be proud about, another scientific study that proves our position of leadership in the modern world.

According to a new report by the Centers for Disease Control, U.S. citizens are No. 1 among all the residents of all developed countries in … shooting each other.

U-S-A! U-S-A!

Bring it on, Canada, we’ll kick your national-health-care-receiving ass.

We even beat out Northern Ireland, an actual war zone. Makes you proud, don’t it?

The numbers are per capita, so we didn’t win on size. Just pure lunatic violence. You’re almost 300 times more likely to shoot somebody here than if you live in Japan. Of course, in Japan, you’re about 3,000 times more likely to make a living by knocking people down with your enormous stomach. So we still don’t have a monopoly on weirdness.

Here’s a perfect of example why we’re Top of the Pops: The state of Kentucky has just made it legal for ministers to carry concealed handguns while delivering sermons.

Apparently there has been a string of people pulling out shotguns at the end of services and walking off with the collection plates.

Which means somebody has been taking the words “Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition” a little too seriously.”

So the Kentucky legislature voted 76-9 to let the God guys pack heat.

Excuse me, but somehow I can’t see Jesus–avatar of forgiveness, messenger of peace, bestower of slack on humanity–giving the Sermon on The Mount with a nine strapped to his hip. Maybe I missed something.

I guess, for some people, turning the other cheek is just a way of buying time to reload.

From the April 30-May 6, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Hate Crimes

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Danger Zone


Michael Amsler

Hate stops here: District Attorney Mike Mullins, left, looks on as Allen Odom, a member of the Sonoma County Human Rights Commission, displays a new sign intended to help raise awareness about local hate crimes.

Hate crimes forum draws mixed review

By Paula Harris

WE NEED TO DO something,” says Lorene Irizary, director of the Sonoma County Commission on Human Rights, talking about a rash of recent local reports of bigotry. “We want people to feel part of a solution and not powerless.”

Irizary joined several dozen community members and law enforcement officials last week at a forum at the Guerneville Community Church to develop an effective way to deal with hate crimes in the county. Among others in attendance were Sonoma County Sheriff Jim Picinnini, Sonoma County District Attorney Mike Mullins, and 5th District Supervisor Mike Reilly.

The forum was well timed, but underscored the complex nature of hate crimes in the county–several people protested that sheriff’s deputies themselves were guilty of hate crimes against local gays.

Still, following recent reports of a man allegedly stalking and raping four members of Sonoma County’s lesbian community–an assailant who has reportedly vowed “to get them all”–and an incident last week in which Ku Klux Klan hate literature was placed inside copies of a local newspaper and distributed to homes in five neighborhoods, the call for a renewed look at hate crimes in Sonoma County was well received overall.

Irizary has known about the frequently underreported problem in this community for a while. Two years ago, the Sonoma County Commission on Human Rights held countywide hearings on the issue. Both commissioners and participants, including city council members, representatives from the American Civil Liberties Union, and members of local law enforcement agencies were struck by the magnitude of local hate-related incidents, aimed primarily at the gay and lesbian communities in the Russian River area. “People were surprised at what was happening in our own community,” recalls Irizary. “We don’t always see it or hear it. When we start hearing testimonies of individual incidents, we realize the problem is bigger than we thought and it’s happening right here.”

The commission then began an ongoing effort to halt crimes that are motivated by real or perceived issues of race, ethnicity, national origin, religion, age, disability, gender, or sexual preference. Together with the District Attorney’s Office and the Sonoma County Sheriff’s Department, the commission established the Sonoma County Hate Crime Prevention Network to combat hate violence.

As part of that effort, a weeklong education program for west county residents this week was timed to correspond with the start of the tourist season in May. “During the tourist season, there are more hate crimes in the Russian River area,” explains Irizary. “We wanted to have training for business owners and employees, specifically at gay resorts on the Russian River that become targets or have incidents so they can learn how to help de-escalate hate, how to respond, and what type of information to capture for law enforcement.”

THE REV. JIM Spahr, president of the North Bay chapter of Parents, Families, and Friends of Lesbians and Gays says harassment in schools is still going on. “In Petaluma, there has been a gay-related youth suicide every year since 1995,” he says. PFLAG claims that there were 2,529 reported episodes of anti-gay harassment and violence in 14 U.S. cities in 1996, a 6 percent increase over 1995. Overall, anti-gay violence rose 102 percent from 1990 to 1995.

According to Picinnini, in 1996 there were 13 hate crimes reported in unincorporated areas of Sonoma County; in 1997, seven; and two so far this year. “But I don’t believe these numbers,” says Picinnini. “A lot of these crimes go unreported, and we need to have community involvement to have the courage to report these.”

Reilly agrees. “Some people are reluctant to come forward to law enforcement to report they have been victimized,” he says. “We want to actively track behavior. We want to create a safe environment for people to come to the table.”

However, several individuals spoke candidly of their outright distrust of law enforcement officials. “I’ve walked the planet a long time as a gay man and have been a target for hate… . The police protect me but are also my persecutors,” said one man, who asked Picinnini: “What are you doing to educate your men on the police force? What about their value systems and what do they believe about me?”

Picinnini replied: “A majority of our men and women in uniform treat people equally. We tell [deputies], ‘Whatever beliefs you have, you are to put them aside when you put the uniform on.’ “

The man shot back: “I will hold you accountable. I will be in your face about accountability.”

Another gay man claimed to have been beaten up by sheriff’s deputies in his home. “I know inside my soul and heart that I was the victim of a hate crime. Unfortunately, the hate crime was from the sheriffs,” he said.

And yet another man claimed that when he tried to report a hate crime after a neighbor allegedly had ordered his rottweiler to “kill the faggot,” the deputy had refused to mark the correct box on the report designating the incident as a hate crime.

“I don’t think you understand what a hate crime is,” he complained to the sheriff. “It’s going to take a lot of effort on your part.”

“I would not feel safe in the custody of the Sheriff’s Department,” agreed Pastor John Torres of the Metropolitan Community Church of the Redwood Empire, who is so concerned about the problem of bigotry that he has formed an Interfaith Response to Hate Crimes to effect a united response to verbal abuse and violence directed at gay men and lesbians in Sonoma County. “A lot of what’s happening is happening in the Sheriff’s Department. What specific ways are you raising consciousness?” he asked Picinnini.

Picinnini responded that his department is undergoing cultural-diversity training. He has also appointed a liaison between the gay community and his department.

“What we need to do is be very intolerant of the first symptoms [of bigotry],” says Mullins. While hate crimes are a specific section of the penal code, he adds, they are hard to classify. According to Mullins, it’s often difficult to determine whether to prosecute an incident as a hate crime, particularly when free speech muddies the issue. “We cherish our First Amendment so much, we allow it to be abused,” he says.

From the April 30-May 6, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Talking Pictures

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Free Fall

By David Templeton

David Templeton takes interesting people to interesting movies in his ongoing quest for the ultimate post-film conversation. This time around, he meets up with award-winning New York poet Hal Sirowitz to see the obscure art-house love story Niagara Niagara.

“Wow! What a tragic movie,” mutters Hal Sirowitz, as he steps from the darkened theater into the bright light of the afternoon. Perched on the sidewalk, blinking–ever so slightly stunned to be back out in the wide noisy open of the city–he spies a nearby bagel shop. Sizing up the flow of rush-hour traffic between ourselves and our destination, we lower our heads and make an energetic dash for it; as we do, Sirowitz continues his on-the-spot synopsis of the film:

“It’s a love story, really. A tragic love story, very metaphorical,” he says between breaths. “Funny part is, you almost think its going to be Bonnie & Clyde–violence, lots of violence–because you see that the two characters are being pulled, pulled in that direction, and you wonder if they’re going to right go over the edge, you wonder if they are going to be pulled right over the edge by the force of their fate, like going over Niagara Falls. Niagara’s a force that people try to harness–to get at its energy or to become famous by riding over the falls on the inside of a barrel–but you can’t really control Niagara. So in the end it’s a tragic story.

“I liked it a lot!” he adds.

Hal Sirowitz has a way of conversing–repeating words, revising and refining his thoughts as he goes–almost as if he’s improvising several drafts of a poem as speaks; just like the metaphorical Niagara that his mind is currently swimming in, this undeniably quirky poet does have a way of pulling you right down into his words, and then over the edge alongside him.

It’s a talent that has served him well: Sirowitz, who works as a special education teacher by day, has appeared on MTV’s Spoken Word Unplugged, NPR’s All Thing’s Considered, PBS’ United States of Poetry and was a hot act when he toured with the traveling Lollapalooza Festival, headlining on that alternative spectacle’s all-important Spoken Word Stage. Then there was his sensation-making 1996 book of poems, Mother Said (Crown), which branded him numerous titles and descriptions, including “a young Philip Roth,” and which paved the way for his newest book, My Therapist Said (Crown, 1998). Presented as little nuggets of questionable advice from his therapist, these poems are short–seldom more than a dozen lines–but not necessarily sweet; each has a way of being laugh-aloud funny at the same time that it is sad, disturbing, insightful, and, more often than not, kind of wise and wonderful.

Which might also stand as a description of Niagara Niagara, the obscure little art-house flick that has so inspired Sirowitz this afternoon. It’s the tale of two emotionally wounded shoplifters, an abused young man (Henry Thomas), and a headstrong woman (Robin Tunney) who happens to suffer from the nervous disorder Tourette’s Syndrome. On a whim, they hit the road in search of a black Bobbie styling head (don’t ask), which she believes can be found only across the Canadian border, at the edge of Niagara Falls. The farther they get from home and her medication, the less certain is their love–and their destiny.

“Have you ever been to Niagara?” Sirowitz wonders, taking a seat at our table. “When I went to Niagara, there was this museum about the barrel riders, all these poor, poor people who thought that if they went over the falls in a barrel they’d be famous. Only a few of them ever survived, and they never really got famous. Some of them went around in circuses and Wild West shows, but nothing big really ever happened for them.

“But they hoped for it,” he points out, “the way we all hope for happiness when we fall in love, the way we allow ourselves to plunge over the edge because of love.

“Love is one of the few things that can change the world,” he continues, as the ever-creepy strains of the song Sea of Love begin to play overhead, “because love can change your life. It changes your whole life. In the movie, this guy falls in love with this woman, and she’s totally different from him, she’s no good for him, yet he stays with her. It reminded me of some of my relationships, trying to make something work even when it’s just not possible. There are all these forces against it ever lasting.

“I’ve fallen in love. But it’s never lasted. Love is a beautiful thing, but it’s temporary. That’s probably why I identify with this movie. He loved her, but he couldn’t save her. She was beyond his reach.

“I like the metaphor when they came to that intersection, and the arrows were pointing in all directions,” he muses. “See, she was trying to just go forward, in a straight line, toward the goal of getting that toy. But life isn’t like that, it isn’t a straight line. Life has stops and turns and surprises and decisions. In this case they made a wrong decision. They went the wrong way. But they did it for love.”

When I wonder what Sirowitz’s now-famous therapist would say about this movie and its tragic heroine, he laughs.

“She’d say I shouldn’t go out with her,” Sirowitz grins, “because of course, of course, she’s exactly the type of woman I’d be attracted to.”

Web extra to the April 23-29, 1998 issue of Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Bilingual Education

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Tongue Twister


Michael Amsler

A multicultural world: Teacher Jeanne Acuña assists second-grade students at her two-way immersion class at Cali Calmecac Elementary School in Windsor. Such innovative programs would be eliminated under a state ballot initiative that targets bilingual education.

Educators talk about bilingual education, and their fears for the future should Prop. 227 pass in the June election

By David Templeton

STRIDING INTO A ROOM FULL OF local educators, school administrators, parents, and students, Ron Unz wears on his face the expression of a man in the mood to gloat. With a wide, toothy, I-know-something- you-don’t-know grin and an energetic bounce–even standing in one place–he looks as if he’s about to burst aloud in a fit of giggles.

He’s the only one laughing.

A successful Silicon Valley software designer, self-made millionaire, fledgling social engineer, and failed 1994 gubernatorial candidate, Unz is the prime mover and co-author, with Gloria Matta Tuchman, of the highly controversial Proposition 227, otherwise known as the “English for Our Children Initiative.” To be officially decided by voters on the June 5 ballot, the initiative would ban virtually every bilingual educational program that is now in California public schools. The initiative is written in such a way that it would be well-nigh irreversible once in place, and would go into effect regardless of court action against specific portions of the law.

The measure, according to the latest Field Poll, is showing strong support among likely voters across the state. Which probably explains why Unz is gloating.

He has come this afternoon to the Sonoma County Office of Education building in Santa Rosa to debate journalist James Crawford, author of numerous books and studies in support of bilingual education. The debate is scheduled at the tail end of a daylong administrative conference titled “Bilingual Education Under Attack: Separating Myth from Reality.”

Considering that the verbal battle will take place in a room containing a number of people whose jobs may be eliminated as a result of his work, Unz must at the very least be given credit for showing up at all.

Outside, a band of protesters carries signs: “Ron Unz, let us choose how to teach our children” and “Help us be smarter. Let us stay bilingual.” A small army of security guards–in place for hours now and ready for trouble–walks the halls of the sprawling office complex. In an annex near the conference hall, several dozen families–Hispanic and Anglo alike–have gathered to watch the show on closed-circuit television. An interpreter stands by to translate.

“Let us all remember,” moderator Guillermo Rivas, Ph.D., director of bilingual programs for Sonoma County, is saying in his opening remarks, “to keep our hearts and minds open to what we hear today. We should remember that our goal is to do what is best for the children.”

Crawford nods gravely. Unz merely shrugs, all the while beaming his million-dollar grin at the crowd.

SOME WOULD characterize the controversy surrounding Prop. 227 as a disagreement between two differing schools of arcane educational thought, a fact that has contributed to the issue being surprisingly absent from the talk shows and other high-profile media discussions. But few would disagree that the initiative’s popularity is, in part, due to the same statewide mindset that gave a victory in 1994 to Prop. 187, which sought to bar illegal immigrants from receiving public assistance.

While Unz and his opponents debate the merits of bilingual education–Unz claims that it almost never results in native Spanish speakers actually learning English, a stance that is hotly denied by statisticians and educators throughout the state–public-opinion polls show that voters are affirming the relatively basic idea that children in California schools should learn to speak English, and learn it fluently.

The question is how.

“Bilingual education, by definition–and the way it should be done–is when both languages are utilized, English and whatever the primary language might be,” explains Rivas, taking a short break between meetings at Sonoma County’s Office of Curriculum and Instruction. “In bilingual ed, children are getting English-language development while being allowed to keep up in their academic subject areas–social studies, mathematics, science, whatever–in their primary language, while they need it. This way they don’t fall behind in their academics while they learn their English.

“That is bilingual education.”

According to Rivas, however, only a third of the non-English-speaking students are in true bilingual programs. What passes for bilingual ed in many districts is a loose interpretation of the 31-year-old state mandate first put into effect in 1967 by then-Gov. Ronald Reagan, and reinforced in 1976 by the Chacon-Moscone Bilingual-Bicultural Act. That law, requiring immigrant children to be instructed in their native language as they learn English, was abolished last month by the state Assembly, in part owing to the efforts of Education Board member Janet Nicholas of Sonoma.

As a result, school districts will now have the option to abandon bilingual programs or to keep them in place, according to the particular needs of the children in those schools. Should Prop. 227 pass, however, the point would be moot; bilingual ed will be gone, regardless of the instructors’ and parents’ wishes.

Most “bilingual” programs in the state are actually ESL, or English as a Second Language, programs, in which English is used for academic instruction, and the only use of primary languages is that required for translation. Two thirds of the non-English-speaking students in the system are being instructed in English-only programs, mainly because of a lack of qualified bilingual teachers. Since bilingual education has never been subject to any standards or controls, each county has been free to implement whatever type of program it sees fit.

“There is a variance between what is a good program and what isn’t,” Rivas admits, “based on what theoretical background and base each program uses.”

Understandably, the results have been varied, leading to incidents such as the one that Unz says first caught his attention: a limited boycott in 1996, by a small minority of the school’s immigrant parents, of the Ninth Street Elementary School in Los Angeles. In that case, which received much coverage in the mainstream press, the parents objected to the bilingual program out of fear that their children were not being taught English quickly enough.

According to Crawford, who spent time interviewing the parents involved, almost all of them have since recanted their objections after the full objectives of the bilingual program were properly explained. As a result, changes in Ninth Street’s program have since been implemented.

“No one is against trying to improve bilingual ed,” says Rivas. “But we can’t throw out the baby with the bath water. If the so-called bilingual ed program at Ninth Street School isn’t working, it makes no sense to dismantle the program at every school where it is working.”

WE ALL need English. Absolutely we do,” says John Lehman, principal of Cali Calmecac Elementary School, Windsor’s pioneering two-way immersion school, where English and Spanish are taught to both English-speaking and Spanish-speaking students. “The more people that speak English in this country, the better for them, the better for everyone. But to really be effective in school you need a solid foundation in the language of instruction.

“You can’t get that in a short period of time.”

Yet a short period of time is what children will get under the Unz plan to place non-English-speaking students in English-only classes for a maximum of one year, or 180 school days. During this time their education will focus solely on acquiring English; no other academic studies or skills will be taught. After the year is up, these children will be placed in mainstream classrooms–one year behind other students of the same age–whether they have acquired enough English to be successful or not.

“There are two stages of language acquisition,” Lehman explains. “The first one is basic interpersonal communication skill, or BICS, what some people jokingly call ‘Margarita Spanish.’ You’ve learned enough English to order food, ask about the weather, ask about someone’s family members, all with a real good accent. You can get that in about six months to a year.

“The second part is cognitive academic underlying proficiency, or CAUP, what you have to have in order to think in the acquired language. [What happens] if you only have BICS, and you start getting into some high academic things like in a math class [and] the teacher is talking about area, perimeter, volume. Or, say, you’re in a science class. Pretty soon you’re thinking, ‘I’m lost.’

“The notion that anyone could attain fluency in a secondary language in just one year is a fallacy,” Lehman insists, “no matter how much we might want it to be true.”

Lehman is far from alone in his assessment. A small army of scholars and researchers has come out against Prop. 227, among them Deleane Easton, state superintendent of public instruction, and many others–the American Educational Research Association and the Linguistic Society of America are two distinguished examples–who have nothing to win or lose regardless of how the June vote goes.

“I don’t know what it says to the public, but to me it means something rather substantial if these bodies of scholars are saying that the Unz plan has no basis in fact,” says Jeff MacSwan, a postdoctoral researcher in linguistics and education at UCLA.

Asked if it is feasible for anyone to learn a secondary language in a single school year, MacSwan replies, “In 180 days? I’d say absolutely not. To think that a person could learn English in 180 days sufficiently well enough to be able to read textbooks in biology or history–if they happen to be in high school–that’s just crazy. And to think that after 180 days a typical person could write in a foreign language at a level appropriate to their grade level, that’s also nuts.”

What about all those tales Unz is fond of telling, about people’s grandparents immigrating from Germany or Russia or China, only to insist that their children learn English quickly by forbidding use of their native language at home.

“First of all, it’s doubtful that anyone was operating at a very high level in English after only a year,” MacSwan says. “My grandfather worked in a coal mine in Pennsylvania. That kind of thing you could do with limited English. But if you want to graduate from high school, if you want to go to college, and if you want to take advantage of the kind of opportunity that has been available in California and other places, then you need to know English very well.”

MEANWHILE, a crisis has occurred at Tomás Acuña’s eighth-grade English class at Cali Calmecac. “We’ve had our first infanticide,” whispers Principal Lehman, showing the way into the room, where an intense excitement is buzzing among the students.

All eyes seem focused on one chagrined Hispanic teenager sitting at the front of the room, forlornly observing the broken egg yolk and cracked shell that adorn her desktop.

The other students are guarding their own eggs, which are stand-ins for newborn babies in the weeklong writing project that has only just begun.

Faced with the untimely death of one of the “infants,” the class is debating, in perfect, unaccented English, whether the “mother” should be charged with murder, whether she should sue the “hospital”–and where she can get another egg.

After the yolk-stained student makes her case eloquently–the baby was broken upon delivery, it turns out–Acuña describes what will become of the class during the next five days: The “babies” must be supervised and protected at all times, and a series of essays–one per day–will be written on such subjects as personal responsibility and the hopes and dreams that the students each have for their child. The essays will be written in English.

“We’ve been doing this the last few years,” says Acuña, Sonoma County’s Teacher of the Year in 1994. “The work the students do is astonishing. When they describe their hopes and dreams for their egg, we see them describing their hopes and dreams for themselves, their expectations for their own lives. They express themselves very well.”

A racially mixed group, most of the students have been at Cali Calmecac since kindergarten. (Formerly Windsor Elementary, the award-winning public institution has operated as a two-way immersion school for 12 years.) After lunch, most of these students will shift gears to their math class, where they will speak only Spanish.

There are 60 two-way immersion schools in California, operating in only 32 school districts throughout the state. Working on a 90/10 model, students begin school speaking primarily Spanish–90 percent of the time. Each year after that, the balance is tilted toward more use of English until, by the time they reach eighth grade, every student–those who were born into English-speaking families as well as those raised in Spanish-speaking families–will be able to speak, think, and work at a high level in both languages.

Based on the level of articulation at work in Acuña’s classroom today, it appears that the program is a success. “It’s a proven success,” nods Lehman as he gestures goodbye to the class. “We have the statistics to prove it.”

Should the Unz initiative be successful in the June election, such schools will be required to ban Spanish in any classroom of children under the age of 10. Under certain circumstances, students over the age of 10 may be instructed in languages other than English, but only if the parents of more than 20 students per grade level per school apply for waivers.

According to the fine print of the initiative, once in place, the new plan can be overturned only by a two-thirds majority vote. If any portion of the initiative is challenged in the courts, all other parts of the plan will continue as ordered, beginning on the first day of school in September.

Furthermore, any instructor who ignores the rule against speaking Spanish in the classroom will be subject to “personal financial damages.”

Clearly, Unz means business.

“What this is really about is choice,” muses Lehman. “Windsor’s been tooling along for the last 12 years with a program that’s been producing hundreds of native English-speaking children bilingual in Spanish, and native Spanish-speaking children bilingual in English. The community is very pleased with the program; we have a tremendous waiting list. The program works–as do many other bilingual programs at various schools in the state–and yet if this initiative goes through, who cares?

“This initiative says we will no longer have the option or the choice to stick with a program that has proven itself to work.”

BACK at the Office of Education debate, Unz is still smiling. After an hour of colorful debate, in which he has repeatedly shrugged off Crawford’s numerous recitations of data supporting bilingual ed, his smile has begun to be seen as a not-too-subtle gesture of condescension and defiance.

Unz calls such statistics “utter, utter nonsense,” and has more than once stated: “You people only pretend that bilingual programs work because without them you’ll be out of a paycheck.”

In contrast to the teamwork atmosphere at the school, the overriding characteristic in this room is one of discord.

“He’s deliberately antagonizing us,” whispers one audience member.

As the formal portion of the debate concludes, dozens of people line up to add their voices to the conversation.

“Is it true, Mr. Unz,” asks one teacher, “that you have never visited any bilingual program or school? That you’ve never seen a bilingual program up close?”

“I’ve tried to visit many bilingual schools,” he replies. “But no one will ever allow me to. They must have something to hide, because no one will let me in to see them.”

In response to the numerous instant invitations shouted out–“You can visit my school tomorrow! No appointment necessary!”–Unz only reiterates, “No one will let me in!”

A card is sent up from the back of the room. Rivas explains that it was written in Spanish by a 10-year-old boy. He reads it aloud (“¿Mr. Unz, Por qué no vas a votar para mi escuela?,” then translates, “Mr. Unz. Why won’t you vote for my school?”

“Vote? Vote? What does he mean, vote?” Unz demands.

“Why are you working to have people vote for something that will eliminate his school?” Rivas replies, translating the reply.

“Well, if that’s his phrasing,” Unz mutters, still smiling, “maybe he’s been in bilingual programs too long.”

AS THE ROOM erupts in loud protestations of offense, a voice calls out from the back of the room.”It was me! I wrote it,” says Jason Freyer, blond-haired and beaming. A student at Cali Calmecac, Jason–a native English speaker–is visibly proud of his growing bilingual skills.

Finally, another instructor stands to ask, “Who will teach these one-year immersion classes [proposed in the initiative]? How big will the classes be? What kind of credentials will be required?”

“I’m not an educator,” shrugs Unz. “Those issues will be the responsibility of individual districts to figure out.”

Loud mumbling breaks out around the room.

“First they take our choice away,” someone loudly exclaims. “Then they tell us it’s our responsibility to make it work!”

Unz repeats his admonition that California should start preparing immediately, insisting that he and his supporters are unstoppable, and the event comes to a close.

“How sad this is,” remarks Principal Lehman, who’s been quietly watching events unfold. “Whether you’re hot or cold on the issue of bilingual education, how could you not want choices?

“If this thing passes, our choices will be gone.”

From the April 23-29, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Every Little Thing

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(Mis)Fitting In

Michael Amsler


‘Every Little Thing’ screens at SFI

By David Templeton

IN 1953, while still a young psychiatrist, and before he had won the renown of his peers and colleagues around the world, Jean Oury founded a small, innovative asylum for the mentally ill. The La Borde Clinic, near the town of Cour-Cheverny in the Loire Valley of France, was established with the goal of becoming everything the word asylum once meant: a shelter, a place of refuge, a sanctuary. Still in operation today, La Borde has been a defining model in the field of institutional psychotherapy.

Among the many distinctions that make La Borde so special is the annual summer tradition in which the “boarders” and staff work together to perform a play, choosing from among the world’s greatest classical works.

When noted French documentarian Nicholas Philibert (Louvre City, Animals, In the Land of the Deaf) chose this peculiarly magical event as the focus of his next film, he was aware of the dangers that lay ahead. Such explorations of the world of the insane have a tendency to drift toward either becoming some frightening and freakish spectacle or being burdened with an overly condescending sentimentality in which the mentally ill are fussed over like sweet, misunderstood babies.

That Philibert’s luminous 1997 movie Every Little Thing–screening this weekend at the Sonoma Film Institute–manages to avoid these traps is a remarkable feat in itself. In vaulting over these obstacles with effortless grace and clear-eyed humanity, he simply refuses to treat his “actors” as lost souls deserving of pity. Instead, Philibert calmly and compassionately builds an experience that is less like watching a documentary than like being enveloped in a book of breathlessly honest poetry.

As In the Land of the Deaf, in which Philibert abandoned the convention of voice-over narration–since there is no out-of-sight communication for those used to speaking in the silent language of signs and signals–the filmmaker allows the central subject of his film to suggest its own appropriate narrative style. Without interpretation or explanation, the residents of La Borde themselves become the film’s narrators, describing in their own distinctive words and often non-linear logic the events of the summer as it unfolds around them.

The play we see being rehearsed is oddly suited to La Borde: the absurdist 1966 masterpiece Operetta, by the great Polish modernist Witold Gombrowicz. With a text that is even less comprehensible than the musings of the clinic’s boarders, the enthusiastic verbal shenanigans–complete with bubbly songs and dances–provide a mesmerizing counterpoint to the quieter communications of the cast. “When human affairs can’t be crammed into words,” goes one of Gombrowicz’s choruses, “language explodes.”

Later, a character speaks the line, “Flatulence! Heartburn! Statistics and migraines! The law of great numbers!” As explained by a soft-spoken, quietly dignified fellow named Michel–at La Borde since 1969, he’s been in every summer play since–“The lines are totally illogical. That comforts me.”

More often than not, these scenes have the effect of being several things at once: funny and disturbing, touching and strange, paralleling the chorus of contesting voices that a number of La Borde’s residents are accustomed to hearing.

Another of Philibert’s little miracles comes as the result of there being no effort made to introduce or label any of the people–the staff and the residents–who appear before the camera. Though some of these persons are obviously ill, the distinctions that separate sane from insane end up blurring; people we assume are patients because they might be speaking in excited, hyped-up tones, for example, are suddenly addressed as “doctor” by one of the others.

Folks we assumed to be therapists are suddenly chiding invisible figures for interrupting their work.

By the film’s halfway point, the lines have blurred so that they all but disappear, and the common attributes of each person–determination to do well, fear of failure, unfailing patience with one another–end up dulling the frightening sting of words like insane and mentally ill.

At the film’s conclusion, Michel–basking in the French sun and the glow of another successful performance–dreamily explains, “I’m floating. But I’m at La Borde, so I’ll be all right. Here we are protected from ourselves, because we are among ourselves.”

With a welcoming smile, he adds, “And now, you are among us too.”

Every Little Thing screens Thursday and Friday, April 30 and May 1, at 7:30 p.m. Sonoma Film Institute, Sonoma State University, Darwin Hall, 1801 E. Cotati Ave., Rohnert Park. Admission is $4/general, $3.50/non-SSU students and seniors, and $2.50/SFI members and children under 12. 664-2606.

From the April 23-29, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Dave Silverman

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Homer’s Run

Matt Groening

Animation director Dave Silverman talks about life with ‘The Simpsons’

By Zack Stentz

JAMES FALLOWS, the heralded cultural critic and editor of U.S. News and World Report, was only being half-facetious when he called The Simpsons “America’s premier cultural product of the late 20th Century.”

And for nearly 10 years (more, if you count the filler material on The Tracey Ullman Show, where the irreverent cartoon characters made their TV debut) animation director Dave Silverman has been one of the prime forces behind the Simpsons’ success and continued level of quality.

Silverman’s long-running involvement with the show is even more remarkable when one considers the almost haphazard manner in which he joined the enterprise. “It was very matter-of-fact,” says the UCLA graduate, who has been winning awards for his animation since high school. “My friend Wes Archer [a fellow animation director] was working for Klasky-Csupo, and he asked me if I wanted to come in and work on this new animated concept by Matt Groening called The Simpsons.

“A lot of companies bid for the Simpsons job,” he continues, “because we all loved ‘Life in Hell’ [Groening’s long-running alternative weekly comic strip] and were excited about translating his stuff to animation. That whole year of 1987, three of us were having to do all of the drawing for these minute-and-a-half sketches [at 24 frames a second, that’s several hundred drawings], not even knowing if Fox was gonna pick up The Tracey Ullman Show.”

The Fox Network did pick the show up, of course, and the Simpson characters gained more exposure in a popular series of short cartoons for movie theaters and in a TV ad campaign for Butterfinger candy bars. “There was no indication how big the Simpsons would become when we were on The Tracey Ullman Show, because that program never really found its audience,” says Silverman. “I first realized it shortly after the first episode aired [‘Simpsons Roasting on an Open Fire,’ directed by Silverman, aired Dec. 19, 1989, as a decidedly non-Charlie Brown Christmas special]. I was back in Maryland, where I’m from, walking around a shopping mall, wearing a Simpsons crew jacket. And people from all walks of life kept approaching me, asking me where I had gotten the jacket and where they could buy one, and telling me how much they liked the show. And this was after only one episode had aired.

“So I went back to California and said, ‘Look, Matt, I think we really have a hit on our hands here.'”

Not that maintaining quality has always been easy. One famous Simpsons episode gleefully parodied the network interference that often takes place with long-running shows, as corporate executives order the team that produces “The Itchy and Scratchy Show” to introduce a new talking dog named Poochie.

“Not a lot of people know it, but that episode was based on something that happened to us,” recalls Silverman. “The Fox people one year wanted us to add a new character to The Simpsons family to generate more interest. A wacky relative or something like that.”

Aside from being a cultural achievement in its own right, the success of The Simpsons also changed the landscape of television by convincing networks and cable companies that animation was a viable format. Sure, The Simpsons spawned such short-lived duds as Family Dog and Capitol Critters, but it also paved the way for hip, successful series such as Fox’s King of the Hill, and MTV’s popular shows Daria and Beavis and Butt-head, and even Comedy Central’s controversial South Park.

It’s hard to remember that innocent little Bart Simpson was once considered the greatest threat to the moral character of America’s youth, long before “Heh-heh-heh” and “Oh my God, they killed Kenny!” became national playground catch phrases.

“I like King of the Hill and South Park, and one of the main reasons I like them is because they’re successful,” Silverman explains. “Each time an animated show is a hit, it convinces executives to invest in the medium, and that’s good for the entire art form.”

LIKE OTHER Simpsons alumni, Silverman has of late branched out into other projects. “I was hired as co-director on the Dreamworks animated film The Road to El Dorado,” he says. “It’s a comedy/musical adventure, and the songs are by Tim Rice and Elton John, the team behind The Lion King‘s music.”

But Silverman ended up leaving the Dreamworks project over the same “creative differences” that seem to afflict many a major rock band, and he’s currently in the midst of a well-earned vacation. “Matt’s creating a new series called Futurama, which he wants me to work on,” says Silverman of his future plans.

“And just recently Pixar [the Richmond-based, Steve Jobs-owned computer animation house that produced Toy Story] called and asked me to come up and work for them. I’m having a hard time deciding what to do.”

Poor guy–such an enviable dilemma.

“It is, isn’t it?” he replies. “So I guess I’ll shut up and just enjoy it.”

Dave Silverman will speak Monday, May 4, at 7:30 p.m. in the Evert B. Person Theater on the Sonoma State University campus in Rohnert Park. Admission is $5/general, $3/students. For details or tickets, call 707/664-2382.

From the April 23-29, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Hate Crime

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KKKrime

Classified Gazette co-publisher Joe Walsh took the heat when readers opened the paper to find racist and anti-Semitic slurs.

Michael Amsler


DA rules out hate crime

By Paula Harris

YOU’D BETTER put on a thick skin to read this,” warns Classified Gazette co-publisher Joe Walsh, angrily referring to the Ku Klux Klan hate flyers found last week wrapped around his free newspaper and distributed to the homes of unwary Santa Rosa residents. The flyers, put out as part of a national recruitment drive by a sector of the white supremacist organization known as the American Knights of the Ku Klux Klan, were strewn with racist, sexist, and anti-Semitic statements that stunned many community members.

But, according to the Sonoma County District Attorney’s Office, the material contained in the flyer does not constitute a hate crime. In fact, the office is hard-pressed to find any kind of criminal misconduct in the incident. “We can’t find a crime in inserting offensive material in [the newspapers],” says District Attorney Mike Mullins. “No person was singled out or threatened, and no one was deprived of their property.”

However, local residents were outraged by the vitriolic statements contained in the flyers. “We believe that it is the goal of the vast majority of niggers in America to destroy every vestige of White California,” the flyer noted. “We will place trained, patriotic, white economists in charge of our economy and punish the Jew tycoons and leeches who have brought America to the brink of financial disaster.”

Touted as a “political program” for the American Knights of the Ku Klux Klan, the material, which depicted hooded figures and promised to carry out a nationwide campaign of “Social Hygiene,” also contained a call for recruitment, asking interested parties to contact a post office box in Victor, Calif., a small rural town near Lodi.

“I can’t believe [the District Attorney’s Office] doesn’t see this as theft,” says Jim Ewert, legal counsel for the California Newspaper Publishers Association. “Our opinion is that the taking of newspapers, even freely distributed ones, deprives people of the opportunity to read the publication and is a theft. In this particular case, it goes beyond taking the paper to unauthorized use of the publication.”

Ewert is working to put together legislation that would make it a crime to distribute literature in any newspaper without permission from the publisher. “We’re attempting to clarify existing language in the penal code and find an author for this bill,” he explains. At this juncture, the KKK literature appears to be protected speech, although the manner in which it was distributed may have been illegal.

“We may be investigating the incident as a theft and have a criminal filing on theft-related charges,” explains Santa Rosa Police Commander Scott Swanson. “The paper was not intended to be taken en masse and used in this manner.”

“It’s pretty scary,” says publisher Walsh. “We’ve got these nut cakes running around. I didn’t think the KKK was around anymore, but evidently I was wrong.”

According to Joe Roy, director of the Alabama-based Southern Poverty Law Center, an organization that tracks militia groups and hate crimes, the Klan has seen a resurgence since 1981, and “one of the fastest-growing factions” is the American Knights. “This group of the Ku Klux Klan is aggressively recruiting around the country,” says Roy. “They are very active and are holding frequent meetings and rallies.”

The faction, which has 25 chapters nationwide, has used similar recruitment tactics in other towns, including hiding business cards inside books at public libraries. “They use any new ideas they can come up with to pipe people into their movement,” says Roy, adding that the American Knights constitute a more inflammatory sector of the KKK. “Their rhetoric is a lot more fiery than a lot of other Klan groups who have adopted more of a p.r. stance and have begun calling themselves not ‘racists’ but ‘racialists,’ and saying, ‘We don’t hate anybody.

“We just love white people.'”

The Santa Rosa Police Department investigation is continuing. In addition, Walsh and co-publisher Riley Hurd are offering a $1,000 reward for information leading to the arrest and conviction of those responsible for the flyers, if it’s deemed a crime was committed.

Walsh says the incident was first brought to the attention of Classified Gazette employees last week when about 30 phone calls streamed into the office from outraged individuals who believed the paper was condoning the KKK. “People called in to complain, saying, ‘What the heck is this?'” he relates. He says that someone stole a bunch of papers from store or street distribution racks, wrapped the flyers around the papers, which they then bundled up and threw onto porches in five different Santa Rosa neighborhoods.

Walsh estimates that about 500 papers contained the ranting KKK flyers.

The American Knights are believed to have similarly targeted free newspapers in Texas and Pennsylvania as unwitting vehicles for their message.

Walsh complains that police were “slow to agree to investigate” the incident, citing free-speech concerns. “[Police] told me no crime had been committed, but there has certainly been a crime committed against us,” says the angry publisher.

“They took the papers out of the distribution racks, they didn’t bother to pay insert charges, and they are damaging our paper and our reputation by putting this dirt in there.

“It’s clear to me crimes have been committed.”

But Swanson says the incident has put police in a difficult position. “We find the message repulsive, but we’re obligated to honor the First Amendment,” he says.

From the April 23-29, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Spins

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African Blues


Moaning the blues: Angolan artist Henri Dikongue

New CDs reflect post-colonial woes

Henri Dikongue
C’est la Vie
(Tinder)

Fantcha
Criolinha
(Tinder)

A NEW GENERATION of African singer/songwriters is making its mark on the world. While the continent has been a major source for new musicians over the years–from the ebullient rhythms of such Nigerian high-life artists as King Sunny Ade to the soulful choral arrangements of Ladysmith Black Mambazo to Fela’s techno grooves–these new artists are working a slow, bluesy style known as morna (which means “mournful”), whose best-known practitioner is Cape Verdean singer Cesaria Evora. True to form, Henri Dikongue’s C’est la Vie is an evocative collection of mostly acoustic songs, describing the personal costs wrought by the political turmoil of his civil war-torn homeland of Angola, all cloaked in jazzy Latin spices and haunting bossa nova beats. It is simply one of the year’s finest world music recordings. Newcomer Fantcha–a Cape Verdean and protégé of Evora’s–also evokes a tender, forlorn demeanor in songs rife with lost loved ones and a sadness for the poverty and social strife of her island nation. Together, these highly personal recordings–both distributed by the Rohnert Park-based Tinder Records–bear melancholy testimony, with no hint of bitterness or polemic, to the aftermath of colonial power. Highly recommended.
Greg Cahill

Lisa Gerrard and Pieter Bourke
Duality
(4AD/Warner)

ALPHA WAVE ALERT! For 15 years, Lisa Gerrard has been responsible for often mesmerizing–and sometimes tedious–gothic-folk music, both as a member of the obscure London-based duo Dead Can Dance, whose moody psychedelia is cut from the same cloth as the Cocteau Twins, and as a solo artist. This disc finds the Australian native full of transcendent song, inspired by Sufi chants, the early Christian compositions of 12th century mystic Hildegard von Bingen, and other high sources. Sparse acoustic arrangements, otherworldly vocals, Middle Eastern instrumentation, and lyrics that sound as though Gerrard is speaking in tongues–pop music doesn’t get more haunting than this.
G.C.

Jerry Cantrell
Boggy Depot
(Columbia)

IN THE WAKE of Nirvana drummer David Grohl’s success with the Foo Fighters, the immediate future of grunge seems to be solo projects. Singer Scott Weiland of Stone Temple Pilots finds a winning techno sound on his new solo debut while guitarist James Iha of Smashing Pumpkins pursues a flat soft-pop sound on his outing. By contrast, Alice in Chains guitarist Jerry Cantrell doesn’t shed his skin on Boggy Depot. Instead, his new solo debut echoes strengths he already has shown with the Seattle heavies. Here, Cantrell is focused on a sparse, grinding gray area between unplugged, bluesy drift and sweet pop-metal crispness. Boggy Depot finds Cantrell with a personal voice that’s not divorced from the dark, edgy core of his former band. Like before, Cantrell uses tough riffs to fashion gloom into pop as he moves along.
KARL BYRN

Various Artists
Ska After Ska After Ska
(Heartbeat)

OKAY, mainstream press claims that ska is the Next Big Thing, but diehard fans know this infectious Jamaican beat never went away, thanks to such New Wave-era British two-tone bands as the Specials and Selector and, more recently, acts like the Mighty Mighty Bosstones. This 21-song salute to “real, authentic” ska compiles upbeat dance tunes from the Treasure Island Studio vault and includes early-ska hits by Don Drummond and the Skatalites, Duke Reid and his group, and Justin Hinds and the Dominoes. Deep catalog stuff for serious collectors–and well worth the search.
G.C.

Smokin’ Joe Kubek Featuring Bnois King
Take Your Best Shot
(Bullseye)

THE TEXAS BLUES tradition has spawned some powerful guitarists over the years, starting with T-Bone Walker and culminating with the late Stevie Ray Vaughan. Lots of folks are trying to lay claim to the mantle unworn since Stevie Ray’s untimely death, and Kubek certainly deserves a nod for delivering crunchy take-no-prisoners power blues that is as hot as a Saturday night special. The result is some of the baddest blues axe since Ronnie Earle’s greasy solo debut. Vocalist and rhythm guitarist Bnois King comes along for the ride, and legendary bluesman Little Milton makes a guest appearance (as does ex-Nighthawk guitarist Jimmy Thackery). But Kubek is in command all the way–no apologies offered.
SAL HEPATICA

Dan Bern
Fifty Eggs
(Work)

FOR HIS SECOND full-length album since his debut two years ago, Dan Bern ups the ante considerably on his in-your-face brand of postpunk-folk-rock. With the assistance of producer/collaborator Ani DiFranco, the singer-songwriter has moved far afield of the “new Dylan” comparisons, supplying frequently outrageous but ultimately compassionate observations on our times. From his opening song, “Tiger Woods”), with its declaration “I got big balls,” to the revolutionary “No Missing Link,” with its aliens-mated-monkeys sexual theorizing (to paraphrase politely!), the farcical humor of his delivery resolves any reservations about his upfront manner. In lesser hands, this approach would risk a “look-at-me” grab for attention, but the very discipline that may at first seem lacking in Bern’s songs enables him to transcend the mundane and provide a unique perspective on these themes. Bern is carving out a niche that is well worth investigating.
TERRY HANSEN

From the April 23-29 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

The Scoop

Hidden World

How batty can you get?

By Bob Harris

I JUST GOT BACK from a week in Texas, the only state in America even weirder than California.
This is a cool culture: On a highway near Dallas, I was passed by a Lexus … with a gun rack.

That’s what I call a real man.

They don’t talk about it much, but if you go to the Texas Capitol building in Austin, walk straight down the front steps, keep going straight down the street–that’s Congress Street–and stop at the first bridge you come to … you’re dead center over the lair of the largest urban bat colony in America and possibly the world.

The Austin Chamber of Commerce doesn’t advertise it much, but there are tens of thousands of bats living underneath the Congress bridge, and just before sunset every night, they all come out at once in a giant cloud that is easily the weirdest and coolest thing I’ve ever seen.

One minute, there’s a beautiful sunset on the water, and the next minute, there’s a 100-foot-wide ribbon of solid batwings blotting out a chunk of the sky. They keep pouring out for about 10 minutes, until the ribbon of bats extends all the way to the horizon.

That might sound sort of scary or creepy to stand in the middle of, but it’s actually really neat. The bats navigate well enough not to smack into you, and they wouldn’t bite if they did. They apparently feed on gnats, but even if they were looking for meat, they’d have better pickings in the state of Texas than the likes of you.

So what you get for your time is a quick peek into a whole vast dark world that’s always there, even if nobody wants to look at it. Cool.

I was surprised at how few of the locals wanted people to see the show. I wouldn’t have even found the spot without help. There’s no souvenir stand selling rubber bats wearing cowboy hats or anything. But everybody down there knows there’s a big pulsating mass of creatures underneath Congress. It’s just that nobody wants to talk about it.

I can’t think of a better metaphor for politics in America.

If we’re going to make the government work for the average guy someday, we’ll all have to work up the courage to wade into the darkness and shine a light on some stuff we’d rather not see.

But take heart. The swarm of lobbyists and hidden donors in our capitals may be scary to look at, but if I can handle 30,000 bats, I’m pretty sure the rest of us can handle a bunch of Yale grads.

Although the bats are mostly cuter and definitely less creepy.

A FEW WEEKS AGO I got some flak for disparaging televised golf tournaments, which are the reason that Hell is wired for cable: 72 channels, nothing but golf, welcome to Hell, here’s your remote.

Apparently I didn’t fully appreciate the subtlety of watching flabby millionaires whacking and walking and walking and whacking for four non-stop hours of fun, punctuated with commercials for financial services I’ll never need unless I accidentally marry a Forbes.

Well, I got a couple of e-mails from people who said I should watch a major tournament all the way through sometime so I’d really understand.

OK, I have watched, and I do. I watched the Masters last weekend, and I’ll admit I learned a lot.

I learned that, just like everywhere else in the world, almost anything remotely near your visual field–from the side of a golf bag to a hand towel to the back of a player’s glove–is becoming ad space.

I learned that some of the players even sell ads on their shoes and pant legs, so that when the camera zooms in during a putt, the corporate logo fills the screen.

And I learned that, at least among the well-off who can afford the stuff the advertisers are selling, a frightening value system prevails.

The Travelers Insurance people, who are branching out into a broader range of financial schemes, repeated a series of ads all weekend in which various objects were creatively captioned to help us perceive them anew.

I’m quoting here: “This is not a baseball game; this is a steady cash flow.”

“This is not a church; this is a site on the World Wide Web.”

“This is not a 4-year-old; this is $3.4 million in lifetime income.”

Whoa.

I thought at first the ads were some sort of self-parody.

After seeing them a dozen times, I’m convinced they’re not. Travelers is now a financial services company seriously trying to redefine itself as an innovative player on the global stage.

If you aren’t supposed to perceive the remapping of religion, tradition, and simple humanity into dollar signs as something creative and cool, then you wouldn’t be expected to think the same of the redesign of the company itself.

So Travelers is actually bragging about its ability to see a 4-year-old child in purely financial terms.

Y’know, I’d worry for those people’s souls, but then again, there’s no reason to.

Where they’re going, at least they’ll enjoy the cable TV.

From the April 23-29, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

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