100 Black Men

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100 Strong

SINCE ITS INCEPTION in 1990, 100 Black Men has awarded some 41 scholarships and raised over $200,000 for area youth. That buys a few books. Of the many such chapters nationwide, Sonoma County is the only one that honors the culinary profession.

“The idea was to do something that made sense in the county,” says president Bill Clarke of the tie-in to our eat-and-drink capital. Polling 1,000 food professionals from all over the country, the 100 Black Men group each year devises a list of the most revered cooks, flies them into the county, and makes the honorable souls cook up one heck of a four-course meal.

But shouldn’t they be tucked in with linen napkins and allowed to pick up a fork and knife for once?

“A chef wants to cook,” chuckles Bea Beasley, who serves as the event’s coordinating chef, and who is preparing the dessert. “Most of us are pretty thick anyhow. We get immediate gratification from seeing smiles on people’s faces. And what better way to show their talents? They don’t look at it as a chore.

“The other thing that this serves,” she continues seriously, “and I need to mention this: Blacks don’t just do soul cooking. A lot of people don’t know that. Not so much in Sonoma County, but in Idaho, in North Carolina . . . “

What? They think the whole thing is going to be nothing but chitlins and greens?

“Yeah, right,” she says, before breaking into a hungry giggle. “Oooooh, gosh, have you ever had them? Umm.”

From the August 14-20, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Talking Pictures

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Wonder Women


Close Call: In ‘Air Force One,’ Glen Close plays a tough, clearheaded vice president of the United States who takes over when the president’s plane is hijacked.

Author says sisterhood is powerful

By David Templeton

Writer David Templeton takes interesting people to interesting movies in his ongoing quest for the ultimate post-film conversation. This time out, he tags along as reformed romance novelist Doris Mortman and husband go see the entertaining action-thriller Air Force One.

DORIS MORTMAN is badgering the waiter. Seconds after taking her seat, the best-selling author–feigning displeasure–has playfully goaded him into a sassy exchange of semi-confrontational, New Jersey­style banter.

“I’ve got a problem, Charlie,” she announces, reading his name tag. “I can’t find your all-day breakfast items. You serve breakfast in the afternoon here, or what?”

“You’re in a diner, ma’am,” rumbles Charlie, reaching over to flip her menu around to the hidden breakfast listings on the back. “We serve breakfast all day.”

“That’s good,” she replies, “‘Cuz, Charlie? I was beginning to have a few doubts about your establishment here. I’ll take the French toast.”

Charlie raises an eyebrow, smiles, and jots down the order.

“So. Air Force One! ” Mortman exclaims.

A huge hit, Air Force One is a wild, bloody action-thriller about a president (Harrison Ford) who single-handedly defends his family, his country, and his airplane against terrorists who’ve taken over the famous presidential jet, while his female V.P. handles the emergency from the White House. Mortman–whose novels are famed for their descriptions of resourceful, powerful women–especially liked Glenn Close’s portrayal of the tough, clear-headed vice president.

“I liked that nobody explained how a woman had ended up in the White House. She was just there,” she says. “She was competent. She knew her job. I also liked that the first lady was very competent, that she’d been his helpmate all along, that they were political partners. I loved that.”

“They were strong women. Both of them would have been your readers,” chips in her husband, David, nodding at my copy of his wife’s latest book, The Lucky Ones (Kensington; $22.95). “Though I’ve got to add that men are beginning to discover these books as well.”

“Men should read more so-called women’s fiction,” Doris almost shouts. “They’d be able to identify with it better than they think.”

While not exactly a household name, Doris Mortman is nevertheless a frequent flyer on the New York Times bestseller list, where seven of her books (including True Colors, Rightfully Mine, First Born, and Circles) have earned a seat, and where The Lucky Ones –an extremely absorbing and undeniably fun read about four women, all friends, who rise to prominence during a particularly contentious presidential election and a frightening international hostage crisis–will most likely end up.

“Heroines are changing,” she explains. “I do believe there will be a woman in office soon, and there will be a person of color, probably as vice president, so the old ‘Cinderella sagas’ are not as easy to buy as they once were.

“You know, Anne Richards made a comment in ’92. She was on one of the talk shows around the time of the convention, and someone said, ‘Wouldn’t you be happier if there were a woman candidate on the ticket?” and she said, ‘No. We’re not ready yet.'”

“I thought that was a very interesting comment,” Doris continues. “She said, ‘We don’t have the bench strength yet.’ And probably in reference to Geraldine Ferraro [the 1984 Democratic candidate for vice president], without meaning to diminish her in any way, she said, ‘We need the bench strength so that when a woman is selected as a vice president or presidential candidate, we know that she is truly the best person for the job and not simply the only woman available at that moment.'”

Charlie returns with the food.

“Better watch what you say,” he warns Doris, eyeing my tape recorder at the edge of the table. “He’s taping you.”

“It’s under control, Charlie,” she tosses back. “Thanks for the warning. Can I have some syrup?”

“In regard to Ferraro,” she says, picking up where she left off, “I can still remember where I was, the thrill of it, when she was nominated. My daughter and I were watching it on TV. She was 13. I was sitting there crying, I was so excited. And I remember saying to her, ‘You see, sweetheart? You can do anything you want, you can be anything you want.’ and she said, ‘Of course I can, mother.’

“And I thought that was fascinating. Because my generation was weeping that this had happened, but my daughter–who was the beneficiary of pathfinders like Ferraro–thought, ‘Well, yeah. Of course.’

“What I loved about the vice president in this movie was that heroism, for her, was very thoughtful,” Mortman says. “She was thinking things through. She did not get hysterical. She could make a decision that affected millions of other people, and if she teared up a little while doing it, well . . . it was all right.

“She’s the kind of heroine that I feel women are looking for today. Women don’t need Cinderella sagas anymore. I know what those are,” she shrugs, as Charlie steps up with a giant carafe of syrup.

“I wrote them, and I haven’t been writing them for a long time. This book, in a sense, and this movie, too, shift things forward a bit, because the heroines are in a place you haven’t ever seen women. They weren’t even on the radar.

“Now,” she says, taking a bite of breakfast, “they’re saving the world.”

From the August 14-20, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Scooby Doo

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Scooby Doo: Icon of a Generation?

By Joab Jackson

Douglas Coupland? Douglas Rushkoff? Who needs ’em? Their thinly written books and $7,500-an-hour speaking engagements scarcely explain Generation X. No, the key to understanding this lost generation lies in a cartoon series about four teenage slackers and one dog wandering the globe in a multicolored van. Get Scooby and you get Gen X.

Oh, sure, it may be hard to believe Scooby-Doo, Where Are You? is anything more than fodder for a good drinking game (The Unofficial Scooby Doo Drinking Game). But as the longest-running continuously produced children’s cartoon show, Scooby-Doo provided role models for countless children.

And what models they were! One may not find much evidence of their multilayered resonance at the official Scooby-Doo Web site (Scooby Doo on TBS).

To get beyond the obvious, one must venture to the fans’ Web sites, where speculation and gossip intermingle with fact to reveal deeper truths. A mythology has built up around the gang, and it encompasses several fan-shared truisms only hinted at in the show itself. Here are the main ones:

Scooby and Shaggy are stoners: Shaggy’s goatee and pale skin? Scoob’s hyperactivity and the ability to see ghosts long before anyone else? You don’t need to be a rehab counselor to see how toasty Scoob and Shag are. Ten Reasons Why Scooby Doo Was a Drug-Influenced Cartoon notes these two “always had the munchies” and “were always giddy and laughing.”

In Scooby Doo, an Analysis, Seth Macy speculates that Shaggy “would work the slide on Shaggy’s bong when they would pull tubes in the back of the Mystery Machine.” Hmmm, perhaps Macy saw a different show from the rest of us.

But what the hell was that “Mystery Machine” they traveled around in, anyway, if not a hippie bus?

As for those Scooby Snacks, one anonymously penned Scooby site has it that they are, in fact, hash brownies: “Whenever Scooby, or Shaggy for that matter, eats a Scooby Snack, they go ape! It just blows their mind and they do whatever they are told, because they are so lit!”

Fred and Daphne are lovers: Fred has the buff bod, Daphne is the leggy redhead, and it was obvious to any kid with an older sibling that these two are just itching to get alone. In almost every show, Fred says, “Let’s split up, gang,” sending Velma, Scooby, and Shaggy off to find some clues.

What happens next depends on who does the telling. Here is what the official TBS site claims: “[Fred] and Daphne search for information.” Here is what the anonymous Scooby site concludes: “It’s no real mystery what these two are really doing–they’re getting busy in the back of the Mystery Machine.” Mark Dorr, Tim Solley, and Chad Holder, creators of the Web site Scooby Doo: Lost Voice of Generation X, concur: “Fred and Daphne went to try to wear out the warranty on the shocks on the Mystery Machine.”

Velma is a lesbian: The evidence that this logic-minded bespectacled character being a closet case may be pretty weak (Dorr et al. offer only that in hundreds of episodes “Velma never had even one romantic interest”), but it’s accepted as fact in most quarters. In Where the Gang Is Now, Joey Carlton fantasizes that after leaving the ghost-chasing business, “Velma was grocery shopping one day when she met the woman of her dreams. She was whisked off her feet and right into the middle of the gay-rights movement. Velma now lives in lovely San Francisco with her loving wife, Martina, and their two adopted children, Brian and Kate.”

Interestingly enough, it was Velma, not Daphne, who’s become the group’s female pop icon. It was Velma who got her own Web page (Mmmmm … Sweet Velma). And it was Velma who came in 95th in a Foxy zine poll of coolest girls, beating out Camille Paglia (96), the original staff of Sassy (98), and the band L7 (104).

Velma gay? Shag a stoner? Is this some sort of group hallucination? We’re talking about a Saturday-morning cartoon. You gotta admit, though, that there’s more happening here than Hanna-Barbera lets on. Perhaps the best explanation of Scooby’s influence comes from Laura Laytham, who, in her Web page A Marxist Reading of Scooby Doo, argues that Scooby and the gang helped little TV viewers understand the changing world around them. Scooby debuted in culturally tumultuous 1969; as Laytham has it, the show’s unusual but friendly characters made their real-life counterparts more accessible. Scooby-Doo “taught our generation to accept what had decades before been seen as entirely unacceptable,” she concludes. “Without a doubt, the Scooby-Doo cartoon greatly contributed liberality to its audience.”

So, if not for those meddling kids, an entire generation would be more way conservative than it is. Zoiks!

Research assistance: David Cassel.

Web exclusive to the August 14-20, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Homeless Task Force

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Last Exit


Telltale Signs: Petaluma police rousted this homeless encampment last week.

Photo by Eric Reed, courtesy of Argus Courier



Sept. 24 homeless forum will search for solutions

By Greg Cahill

MY FEELING is that if you see someone as being not human, then it is much easier to blame them for their circumstances,” says John Records, director of the Petaluma-based COTS homeless shelter program. “For instance, a year ago we had a call from a Bay Area police officer who said that ‘homeless people are garbage.’ If a person has that viewpoint and can stigmatize someone who is homeless, then it is very hard to help them. After all, what do you do with garbage? You throw it away, you get rid of it.

“I want to help people to understand that the homeless are not garbage.”

Records will get a chance to do just that next month at the Community Call to Action, a forum that will focus on the plight of the many single men and women living on the streets of the county. The Sept. 24 forum, organized by the Sonoma County Task Force on the Homeless, is co-sponsored by more than a dozen organizations.

“The task force feels this is the most neglected group of homeless people,” says task force coordinator Tula Jaffe. “There is a lot of sympathy for homeless families with children–and a lot of programs to serve them–but there is virtually nothing for homeless single men and women for day and night shelters except the armories, and those are closed 70 percent of the year.

“We’re trying to get the community to become more politically active and to encourage the county to find a solution, because this is a national problem of enormous magnitude,” she adds. “Yet everywhere in the United States, people are shining it on.”

The forum comes on the heels of a pair of evictions in the past month of about 40 homeless people living in makeshift encampments along the Petaluma River. It is the result of deep frustration after the Board of Supervisors voted last year not to back the Holiday Inn project in Santa Rosa, which would have turned a vacant Mendocino Avenue motel into a countywide homeless shelter for singles and a multiservice center.

The ambitious project–which enjoyed broad-based community support–would have been funded by state grants and divided between the county and seven of the nine incorporated cities.

The supervisors objected to the Holiday Inn project because it would have concentrated so many homeless–including those with mental illnesses or drug- and alcohol-related problems–in one neighborhood. Instead, the supes endorsed “a scattered approach,” placing homeless shelters and services in several key cities around the county.

“We want to encourage the county to keep its pledge to find an alternative to the Holiday Inn project,” says Jaffe. “We are waiting for them to act on the so-called scattered approach. We haven’t seen any solution.”

The Holiday Inn project would have replaced the part-time National Guard armories, which have provided temporary shelter during inclement weather but are scheduled to close this year to the homeless. A state plan to keep the armories open for the next three years collapsed last week when it fell victim to the budget axe.

Meanwhile, there is a scramble in Santa Rosa and Petaluma–which share much of the cost of homeless services in the county–to create more shelters. County and Santa Rosa officials are negotiating with the Governor’s Office and the California National Guard to lease the Santa Rosa armory for the next two rainy seasons as a 135-bed shelter for homeless single men and women.

Assuming that plan succeeds, says Steve Burke, director of housing and redevelopment in Santa Rosa, local and county officials hope to meet with homeless advocates to develop a permanent shelter, perhaps at the current armory site if the National Guard agrees to relocate elsewhere in the area. “All of that is something we need to work on in more detail,” he adds. “Right now, our focus is finding a place for homeless single men and women when the bad weather comes this fall.”

So far, the high cost and neighborhood resistance are blocking efforts to find a suitable location for the permanent shelter. “Very few people are comfortable with having a homeless shelter in their neighborhood,” Burke concludes.

In Petaluma, COTS has opened a day-services program at the Elwood Opportunity Center at the Sonoma-Marin Fairgrounds. The program provides showers, phones, and washing machines, as well as job, housing, and substance abuse counseling services, and has helped several people find jobs and housing.

Still missing in Petaluma, however, is a permanent homeless shelter for single men and women, though COTS and the Burbank Housing Development Corp. are searching for a place to erect prefab buildings for a year-round facility.

“It’s important for people to understand that there are a certain number of indigenous [shelterless] people in every community, who regard this as their home,” says Records, adding that locally that number includes several second- and third-generation Petalumans.

“The idea that a shelter is a magnet that draws people from outside the community may be somewhat accurate, but in general that’s not the case.

“On the other hand, there are no physical barriers to homelessness–no passport required–and none of our communities lies in isolation.”

The Community Call to Action will be held Wednesday, Sept. 24, from 7 to 9 p.m. at the Forum Room, Santa Rosa Public Library, 3rd and E streets. Call 575-4494 for details.

From the August 14-20, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Commuter Trains

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Railroad Ties


Michael Amsler

The Big Gamble: Train enthusiast Lionel Gambill paints a compelling picture of the future of North Bay rail.

Can commuter train service save Sonoma County from urban sprawl? Do newly adopted urban growth boundaries hold the key to success for light rail?

By Bruce Robinson

STANDING in a vacant lot strewn with broken glass and rusting industrial debris, Lionel Gambill sees nothing but possibilities. To our left stands an aged red-brick warehouse, its doors and windows thick with plywood, but beyond the weeds and rubble to our right lies the pivot point for his optimism, the newly restored Santa Rosa railroad depot.

And in between are the railroad tracks themselves, the steel ribbons that not only run from Marin County north to Eureka, but hold the promise of connecting the 19th century to the 21st in terms of North Bay public transit. The resumption of limited tourist train service between Healdsburg and Willits this summer is a harbinger of the resurrection of the publicly owned railroad, Gambill believes, and expanded excursion services will open a floodgate of other benefits.

“I see tourism as paving the way to every other kind of passenger train,” the two-time Democratic congressional candidate and rail enthusiast says with thoughtful enthusiasm, “not just commute, but city to city.”

Outlining a logical progression–increased freight, more tourism, then limited commuter services that grow as local demand increases–Gambill paints a compelling picture of a future that combines less congested highways, urban renewal, a thriving tourism industry, and even reduced pressures for continued developmental sprawl. And it all rests on “the health and prosperity of the railroad and what it can do for the entire corridor and its environment.”

How do we get from here to there? “We need vision,” Gambill replies. “And it has to be big vision, not just paltry little ideas, bit by bit.

“Political will is the key.”

That is a big unknown. Local elected officials in Sonoma and Marin are setting the stage for the residents of both counties to vote on a half-cent increase in the sales tax to fund a package of transit improvements that is expected to include widening major portions of Highway 101 and the creation of a commuter rail line between the two counties. But stung by the failure of a previous attempt in 1990, they are cautiously testing the electoral winds to ensure that the package–and its price tag–are palatable to the voters.

Early indications are mixed. A poll of North Bay voters in mid-June found more than 70 percent support the transit tax concept in both counties. Significantly, that level of support drops sharply, to below 50 percent, if rail is not part of the package.

But much of that enthusiasm for rail appears to be philosophical, as only 14 percent say they expect to ride the rails regularly. Another 50 percent see themselves as occasional users, while 30 percent say they will never ride the train.

A $400,000 feasibility study released in early June found that a commuter rail service between Cloverdale and Larkspur Landing in southern Marin could be up and running in less than 20 years. The study is the first step toward a new bi-county sales tax initiative, which may seek $655 million for a combination of improvements on Highway 101–including additional lanes between Windsor and Petaluma–and the construction of the new light rail line in the old Northwest Pacific Railroad right-of-way paralleling the freeway.

Getting to that point will require unprecedented cooperation between Sonoma and Marin counties, as well as local business interests and environmental groups, before the final hurdle of a sales tax initiative can be attempted. And some popular notions about growth, jobs, commute patterns, and land use may have to change.

“Everybody’s afraid of growth and what growth is going to do,” reflects Bill Kortum of Petaluma, a longtime leader of the Sonoma County environmental community. “Growth in people’s minds is a mental image of sprawl. What we could introduce with rail is a different form of growth that is more pedestrian-friendly, more transit-oriented.

“I would predict that 25 or 30 percent of the population, given the chance, would buy into that.”

Adding rail to the transit mix “gives you the capacity to absorb growth in a different way,” adds Peter Calthorpe, the Berkeley-based architect and planning consultant who conducted the rail feasibility study. “It induces growth, but it gives you an opportunity to reorganize growth.”

All General Plans allow for additional housing, he reasons, including some multifamily housing, such as apartments, town houses, condominiums, and senior complexes. “Rather than allow that to dribble out around the periphery, if the multifamily [development] is clustered toward the transit, it makes more sense,” Calthorpe says.

“The same with jobs. Either they can be spread out and cause congestion on all local arterials, or they can be closer and provide people a choice about using their cars.”

Likewise, says Gambill, by adjusting the distance between rail stations, “you can design a railroad to promote sprawl”–he cites BART as a prime example–“or you can design a railroad to promote compact land use, containing the growth as infill in cities. Even high-density growth, which is a lot less destructive than the low-density sprawl we’ve been getting.”

One antidote to sprawl is urban growth boundaries, which were approved by voters in Santa Rosa, Rohnert Park, and Healdsburg last fall and are now under consideration in Petaluma and Windsor. Those measures–and a voter-approved county ordinance that establishes firm community separators around any city that adopts a UGB–were designed to curtail growth-inducing annexations and challenge city planners to find creative ways to focus commercial and residential development inside existing boundaries.

“Urban growth boundaries are a good start, and the county General Plan is really strong in terms of encouraging city-centered growth and preservation of ag lands,” says Krista Shaw, the Sonoma County spokesperson for Greenbelt Alliance, “but political winds change and the ag lands can’t protect themselves.

“We need to make sure we respect the General Plans as we go.”

Greenbelt Alliance is less concerned about the lands adjacent to the railway corridor than about the potential ripple effect on outlying rural areas. “When you have new transit infrastructure, you have to be careful that you don’t create a bigger problem than you started with,” Shaw cautions, “because [those improvements] tend to lift the barriers against development in the rural areas where it doesn’t belong.”

And while good planning is a vital part of the process, planning alone is not enough. “The problem is, when those projects come up, they don’t get built the way they were planned,” Shaw observes. “The neighbors see ‘higher density’ and they think ‘ghetto,’ so when that kind of project comes forward the neighbors band together to fight it and the project becomes considerably downsized by the time it gets built.

“Then we have the same old development we have all over town.”

In Petaluma–where work is getting under way on the 18-month process of preparing a specific plan for a 300-acre strip through the center of the city, an area that encompasses the Petaluma River, the railroad tracks, and the city’s old railroad station–residents will get a chance to put these ideas to the test. Most of the land is commercially zoned, and much of it is vacant; virtually all of the study area lies within a redevelopment district. But even as it prepares to accommodate the railroad, the Petaluma study is being careful not to count on it, either.

“It assumes that at some point, light commuter rail will occur, but its purpose is not to establish that use,” says Petaluma planner Vin Smith, project manager for the specific plan.

“The goal is to introduce more residents in close proximity to the downtown as well as provide for a larger job base, but a lot of that is going to be tested through economic analysis.”

Already, the city anticipates some form of mixed-use development along the tracks in the future. “It’s a very broad definition today,” Smith notes. “The largest task of this specific plan is to give it some more definition.”

How to get there from here.

THIS KIND OF PREPARATION is essential if rail transit is ever going to come to pass, says Supervisor Mike Cale. “We have to get all the individual cities in Sonoma County to buy into it,” Cale says. “Each city that’s on the corridor is going to have to revisit its General Plan, how it wants to build out, for this to work. Because ultimate population centers are important for the rail to work.”

Jim Harberson, the south county supervisor who also sits on the Golden Gate Transit board of directors, predicts that local governments will have to spell out their plans for future development around each proposed train station before an initiative can go very far. “It would be helpful if there were general plans or specific plans for those areas around the train stations. That would set people’s minds at ease a bit,” he says.

“I think it will be a requirement that you have high-density development” in those areas, he continues, “but it won’t necessarily be residential.”

He suggests that workers don’t mind driving a modest distance from home to a train station as long as they don’t face another trip when they get off the train: “It’s better to have high-density jobs at the transit nodes, rather than high-density housing.”

Yet jobs are a sore point for many rail skeptics. Bob Harder, executive director for the North Coast Builders Exchange in Santa Rosa, contends that a two-county commuter rail line “will really perpetuate the situation where Marin provides the jobs but people live up north, so Marin is not required to provide adequate housing for all the jobs they provide.”

Harberson agrees cheerfully. “In Marin, I’m sure that is an ulterior motive,” he says. But he is not terribly concerned. “People are going to work where they work and live where they want to live. Individual citizens are not too concerned about jobs/housing imbalance.”

However, that imbalance is lessening, a trend that is expected to continue. Kortum notes that while the Association of Bay Area Governments projects that Marin will develop 40,000 new jobs over the next 15-20 years, they also say that Sonoma County will create 90,000 new jobs during the same years, figures that were confirmed by the Calthorpe study.

“About 64 percent of those jobs, if local planners pay attention, could be within reach of that transit line,” Kortum says. “Think about it, what an effect that would have on traffic, if you could get your labor force to use [public] transit.”

Even now in the two counties, “the jobs/housing imbalance is much healthier than most people think,” Calthorpe insists. “Eighty percent of the commute trips are within Sonoma County, and not across the county line. The idea that Sonoma County is a bedroom community is a bit outdated. And the job growth that is projected by ABAG will move Sonoma County to an even better balance.”

Calthorpe also disputes the contention that there must be significant increases in the density of development along the railway. “The densities are already in the General Plans. It’s not a matter of increasing them, but just relocating them,” he stresses.

“The densities we’re talking about are 10-12 units per acre, which can be achieved with small, single-family homes. We’re not talking about radical multistory buildings; we’re talking about densities that can be accomplished by using what used to be the traditional starter house, the bungalow.”

In Calthorpe’s vision, the key is “walkability, not density,” he explains. “Making a neighborhood an area where you can walk to local shops and cafes and restaurants and where jobs are within walking distance of the station.”

But this idealized concept is not a prerequisite for rail to work, Calthorpe says. “We also analyzed the system without any land-use changes at all. We went from 25,000 passengers to 20,000, which is still a very healthy system. So even without any land-use changes, the system still makes a lot of sense, because the existing land-use pattern is so transit-oriented.”

Mark Green is also a fan of walkable neighborhoods, but he views mixed-use developments as the design of choice. “It’s not so much housing or job sites, but how you do them,” he explains.

“We’ve developed this strange planning model where people don’t live anywhere near where they work, so people have to use cars to get back and forth. That’s a very recent phenomenon and a very weird one.

“What we need to be doing around the train stations is develop multi-use mixed development that provides retail uses for the people who live there, a variety of multifamily housing, especially above commercial or office uses,” he elaborates. In such a neighborhood of 3- to 4-story buildings, “you could have vital economic activity, and people able to get to and from their transportation and their basic services without using an automobile.”

Green lauds the Calthorpe study for providing hard data to support the viability of mass transit in the North Bay. The key finding: “There is enough ridership” even under the status quo, and “if you push land use into a more progressive direction around the rail stations, you get even more ridership.”

Supervisor Cale believes there is now widespread agreement that rail will be a key part of Sonoma County’s future, even if it doesn’t happen right away. “Some people may have unreasonable expectations about how and when it will come together,” he says. “You really have to project it out over 20 years to make it a truly integrated system that’s going to be functional.

“If we’re going to have a rail system that’s going to work, we’d damn well better plan for it, and plan well,” Cale says bluntly. “If we rush to judgment, we’re going to fail. It’s as simple as that.”

From the August 7-13, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

CD reviews

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Rock-o-rama


Muy Caliente: Puro Eskañol delivers serious skanking sounds with a Latin flavor.

New CDs from Megadeth, Stevie Ray Vaughan

Stevie Ray Vaughan
Live at Carnegie Hall (Epic)

Patsy Cline
Live at the Cimarron Ballroom (MCA)

ON THE NIGHT of Oct. 4, 1984, Texas blues guitarist Stevie Ray Vaughan and Double Trouble–bolstered by the Roomful of Blues horn section, New Orleans pianoman Dr. John, brother Jimmie Vaughan, and blues singer and former bandmate Angela Strehli–transformed the venerable New York concert hall into a stomping roadhouse. Road-hardened and hot on the heels of his platinum-selling Couldn’t Stand the Weather, Vaughan poured heart and soul into this blistering set. For a solid hour, Vaughan shreds his way through early hits, like “Love Struck Baby” and “Rude Mood,” and offers tributes to past blues greats Albert Collins, Guitar Slim, and Albert King. No less awesome, in her own way, is vocalist Patsy Cline, captured during her first concert after a near-fatal 1961 car crash (word is that the Cimarron shows were seldom recorded, but thank goodness someone hit the record button for this one). Fronting an ace western swing band for country legend and ex-Bob Wills sideman Leon McAuliff, Cline struts her stuff in fine form and with an exuberance that could come only from beating death–a tragic plane crash would claim her life two years later. She soars powerfully through such set pieces as “Walking After Midnight” and lends her touch to a handful of classic country tunes by Hank Williams, Buck Owens, and Bob Wills. Sheer magic. Together, these two unexpected live recordings offer a rare glimpse of two musical giants in their prime–like postcards from long-lost friends.
Greg Cahill

Megadeth
Cryptic Writings (Capitol)

The Future Sound of London
Dead Cities (Astralwerks)

DOES ELECTRONICA MATTER? Not much. Recent Billboard Top 200 charts show new discs by Aerosmith and James Taylor outselling the Chemical Brothers and the Orb. Yet, electronica’s worth isn’t in sales, but in rock’s old fist-in-the-air standard: Youngsters like Prodigy don’t really try to mean more than an oldie like Paul McCartney, but their audience hears them as if they do. While rock, electronica, and pop listeners dance this tug of war for importance, the picture is clearer on new discs by metal stalwarts Megadeth and British rave-faves the Future Sound of London. Megadeth are veterans secure with their identity and audience, so Cryptic Writings is smart thrash that doesn’t even glance at techno. The razor-guitar riffs, thumping rhythms, and familiar Megadeth themes of betrayal and social decay are signs of the band’s pop instincts, just as the blues harmonica on “Have Cool, Will Travel” is a reminder of hard rock’s strong tradition. The Future Sound of London are contenders in an amorphous genre, so Dead Cities cries to be understood. Rough blocks of “tracks” move from hyper and slamming to placid and airy like many classical symphonies. Flutes follow crashes, and singles like “We Have Explosive” are followed by choral layers; the samples aren’t meant to make you dance or trance, but to yearn and scream. While much of metal is about shoving a message in your face, Megadeth sound totally at ease; and while much of electronica is about avoiding a message, F.S.O.L. are working desperately to create one.
Karl Byrn

Various Artists
Puro Eskañol: Latin Ska Underground, Vol. 1 (Aztlan)

Various Artists
Los Punkeros: Raza Punk Y Hardcore (Aztlan)

IN THE WAKE of this year’s excellent Reconquista! The Latin Rock Invasion (Zyanya/Rhino), the world of roc en español continues to grow with these two energetic collections of Spanish-language skanking sounds and punk bombast from San Francisco­based Aztlan Records. Puro Eskañol–with bands ranging from New York to Texas to Puerto Rico, including the Voodoo Glow Skulls and Slow Gherkin–is a contagious, high-octane onslaught through territory previously worked by such British two-tone ska bands as Madness and the Specials, but with a distinct infusion of Latin percussion and verve. How you feel about Los Punkeros–which kicks off with a raw, frenzied Latin version of the Sex Pistols’ “God Save the Queen” performed by Manic Hispanic–depends on your take on punk in general. But you’ve got to give Aztlan a big hand for providing theses young bands a forum.
G.C.

From the August 7-13, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Sheriff’s Dept. & Sexual Harassment

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Broken Badges

By Greg Cahill

IT SEEMED like a perfect choice. Heather O’Donnell-Mills has law enforcement in her blood–her mother, father, and a brother all did duty as cops–so it wasn’t surprising that the 36-year-old Santa Rosan enrolled at the police academy on Pythian Road in 1990 when she decided to leave clerical work. “I come from a family of cops,” she explains. “It just seemed natural to gravitate toward that.”

Little did O’Donnell-Mills know then that she was heading for a hellish ordeal, becoming the target of what she calls a male-dominated “wolf-pack” mentality at the Sonoma County Sheriff’s Department after top brass allegedly ignored complaints about a fellow officer who she says taunted her mercilessly.

In October, she received a $47,400 settlement from the county after filing a federal sexual harassment lawsuit. Acting Sheriff Jim Piccinini did not return phone calls this week to comment on her case.

O’Donnell-Mills is not alone. In the past two years, five female deputies and correctional officers have filed similar complaints against male supervisors and co-workers. Since 1991, the county has paid out $1.2 million for various misconduct claims–ranging from use of excessive force to sexual harassment, eight times more than paid out by the comparable-sized Santa Rosa Police Department.

Piccinini has said that he doesn’t know why his agency has been the target of such complaints. But in the past year, the department has been criticized for its mishandling of domestic violence, rape, and child abuse cases; both a recent Sonoma County grand jury report and a 1996 state attorney general’s report found several flaws in the department’s handling of cases involving women. That situation–and the numerous sexual harassment complaints–has led local women’s rights groups to charge that there are fundamental flaws at the agency, which employs about half the number of women as the national average for law enforcement agencies.

The problems are mounting. Last year, ex-deputy Monica Quinn filed a federal lawsuit claiming that the Sonoma County Sheriff’s Department endorses a systematic policy of sexual harassment against women who join the force. Quinn says that her supervisor boasted that he had driven another female deputy to quit through a campaign of harassment. County officials have called her charges unfounded. Her suit is still pending.

In May, the county paid $100,000 to ex-deputy Tamara Bassette after she claimed that her training officer drove her in a patrol car to a secluded spot and tried to kiss and fondle her. A second male co-worker allegedly made discriminating comments and repeated advances to her.

And this spring, Sheriff’s Deputy Ann Duckett, who works on the agency’s sex crimes unit and is often cited by sheriff’s officials as a prime example of how far a woman can advance in the department, startled many when she also filed a sexual harassment complaint.

O’DONNELL-MILLS–who won numerous commendations as a sheriff’s deputy–had some inkling early on that she was in for a rough ride. During her training, two other female deputies had warned her, “Just keep your mouth shut. We have a lot of trouble hanging on to women here, good ones.”

“Both of those women have had complaints [about male deputies] before, too,” she says. “They’ve had their own hell.”

Seated amid the Western-style furnishings, Old West landscapes, horse saddles, and antiques in the living room of her southwest Santa Rosa cottage, O’Donnell-Mills, a riding enthusiast who suffered several injuries on patrol, recently spoke to the Independent about her experience–the first female deputy to discuss publicly sexual harassment encountered at the Sheriff’s Department and her first interview since the settlement.

On a small end table, her brass deputy badge now rests in a wooden frame.

“I was just trying to be the best cop that I could be,” she says of her rocky tenure at the agency. “I was trying to be a good female deputy, or good deputy, and trying to just be myself. They kept saying, ‘Don’t try to be one of the guys.’ I never, ever went in there with the intention of being one of the guys. I entered this job in my early 30s, and I had already formed a sense of self and had quite a bit of life experience.

“I didn’t go in there with any plans to take over or anything. I just wanted to go in and be a good cop.”

According to O’Donnell-Mills, the problems started the first night on patrol when her partner came on to her. During briefings, she says, the same male deputy began drawing pictures of her, complete with earrings, lipstick, and curly hair. “He passed it around and it made me uncomfortable, but I laughed and went along with it,” she recalls. “I thought, This is the way to fit in.”

The harassment continued in what she calls “a hostile . . . malicious fashion” while in the field working the graveyard shift as a patrol deputy. She asked the male offender to change his behavior, that he was hurting her. Instead, she says, he berated her on duty in front of other officers and teased her about asking for backup in tense situations. “If I asked a question at briefing, he’d repeat it for months to tease me,” she recalls. “He always was questioning my judgment. His statements to me on several occasions were: ‘Well, we smell blood. We know you’re hurt, We’re going after you,’ ” she says. “He had called himself a wolf. Basically, it was shut up or put up. He called it a rite of passage, this abuse.

“He told me, ‘Well, I was abused when I first came here.’ “

Frustrated by his attitude, and 18 months after the harassment began, O’Donnell-Mills started the slow, arduous journey through the department’s chain of command. First, she reported the harassment to her patrol sergeant.

“He was very interested in it,” she says. “I thought we could mediate it at that level and keep it as quiet as possible.” But the sergeant was obligated to go to his superior, a patrol lieutenant. “He was very angry and promised that action would be taken against the offender,” she says.

The lieutenant informed then-patrol Captain Piccinini about the problem, and that’s when the mediation stalled, O’Donnell-Mills says. “I initially felt that he cared and he wanted to get to the bottom of this,” she says. “He perceived that there might be a problem. At that point, I didn’t exercise my rights. I should have had a lawyer present. If I had known then what I know now, I possibly could have saved my career.

“But all I wanted to do was just say, ‘Get him off my back. I don’t care what you do.’ I was extremely uncomfortable. I was very, very frightened, and I told [Piccinini] that I was frightened.”

According to O’Donnell-Mills, word got back to her that Piccinini believed the whole affair was just a case of two people who couldn’t get along. But others in the ranks already were harboring resentment that she had reported a fellow officer. A second sergeant warned her: “Just because we wear the same badge and the same uniform does not make us friends.”

“My conclusion was that he was putting himself in an enemy mode,” she says, adding that from then on she was ostracized by many of her co-workers.

Missing in action during this whole episode, she says: Sheriff Mark Ihde. “I didn’t feel like I could [approach him],” she says. “I thought that it would be taken care of. I thought, at this level, Ihde’s hired these guys to take care of this problem. We are trained every year about harassment in the workplace and sexual discrimination. It’s part of the annual training, and they say, ‘Well, we’re all officers, trained and everything.’

“But that’s where the compassion doesn’t come in. That’s where the wolf-pack syndrome comes into play.

“Mark Ihde–when he saw all that was coming down and all the stuff that came down after it for a year and a half later, all the crap that they wrote about me and how they discredited me and ultimately tried to get rid of me, all this stuff–never once said, ‘Hey, come into my office and talk to me. What’s going on?’ I felt like he was completely out of my reach.”

Meanwhile, O’Donnell-Mills believes that she was being held to a higher standard than her male colleagues–a situation that led her to push herself harder and ultimately contributed to four debilitating on-the-job injuries. “A woman can’t just go in there and prove herself once. . . . You got to keep doing it. “

In April 1996, O’Donnell-Mills decided she’d had enough and filed a federal lawsuit. “I knew I was getting nowhere and that these people at the county level weren’t working in my behalf.” Two months later, she resigned from the department. She is now retired from law enforcement.

These days, she is pursuing a new career as a different kind of public servant, studying holistic medicine at the Institute for Educational Therapy in Cotati. “The program will take me through the ranks to become a nutritional consultant, which will lay a foundation for practicing alternative medicine. I’m also studying to be an herbalist,” she says.

“I always had that feeling that I want to help people. So, essentially, I’ve gone from being a cop to granola in a year, and it’s a lot nicer way of life.”

From the August 7-13, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Marvin Klebe

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Perfect Excess


Keys of Life: Petaluma Summer Music Festival director Marvin Klebe (and friend).

Photo by Michael Amsler



Marvin Klebe’s life in song

By Gretchen Giles

PERHAPS the operatic art form seems rarefied and blue-veined, practiced solely by European-trained artistes who are gently fed like queen bees from birth on spun-sugared sweets and high notes. But baritone Marvin Klebe trained his voice in the farmlands of Crosby, N.D. And he was simply trying to out-sing the din of his tractor.

“I had a loud voice,” chuckles Klebe, 62, the founder of Petaluma’s Cinnabar Theater and the progenitor of its innovative Summer Music Festival, which continues in its 10th year through the end of August. Brought up in a rural town in the glorious pre-TV days of yore, Klebe, his family, and schoolmates were used to fending for themselves for entertainment. In fact, they were used to being the entertainment. And then, of course, there was the Texaco Radio Hour, which beamed the high, clear voices of the world’s best opera stars into Klebe’s living room, giving the little boy big ideas.

Fortunate to have a music teacher in school who was classically trained, Klebe learned to sing German art songs as a boy soprano. “And then,” he smiles, sitting in the darkened morning light of the Cinnabar’s renovated barn-like interior, “my voice went vroooooom, down into the basement.”

Waiting a suitable number of years for the crackle in his throat to subside, Klebe emerged from adolescence with the kind of deep, rumbling timbre that reaches the rafters and the back of the house. And, indeed, he did train in Europe, though Klebe, a tall, rangy man with an easy smile and easy ways, hardly reminds one of a queen bee.

While singing in 1970 for the Western Opera Theatre, the touring arm of the San Francisco Opera, Klebe shocked the audience by announcing from the outdoor Stern Grove stage that he was kaput with traditional opera. He, his wife, and their four sons moved to Petaluma (“I was the hippie on the hill,” he says). He bought and renovated the old Cinnabar school for a song–at $26,500, it was a song most of us would choke to sing–and set up the cabinetry shop that helps support the theater today.

“That’s my day job; there’s no money in theater,” he says. “President Reagan always said that instead of expecting the government to take care of things, you should take your money and put it into charities. Well, OK, then this becomes a charity,” he waves his hand around the bare stage. “My wife’s a teacher, and her money’s kept us in food and clothes. I make my money, and it goes into the charity. That’s deductible, right?” he chuckles.

While proficient in the limelight side of the stage, Klebe had very little idea of how to muster the works from the desk side of things. Corralling friends from all walks of the arts, some of whom–like members of the Oakland Symphony–were denied service in some Petaluma bars because of their wild look, Klebe “sucked their brains” for input, determined to put on modern operas that would challenge and delight.

“As Artie Shaw said,” he smiles, “‘How do you get a divorce? You call a cab.’ Right.”

It’s safe to say that the Cinnabar experiment, afloat for some 25 years, has been successful. Extremely successful is the Summer Music Festival, which brings chamber music, world beat, children’s programming, and an eclectic assortment of other to the Cinnabar, to the Polly Klaas Performing Arts Center, and to local Victorian homes for three weeks of ear-indulgence.

Klebe laughs heartily when asked which is the big moneymaker for the festival. Breaking even is his highest hope, dependent as he is upon yearly money from the city of Petaluma hotel tax fund for the necessary advertising.

“Two years ago,” he says, “I had the Arlekin Russian String Quartet,” a group playing this year on Aug. 21. “I had to get on the phone to get people to come here, because I had sold only 30 tickets. People heard this group and there was this tremendous word of mouth. So, last year, I had 130 people plus.

“You take a chance here; sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. It’s a balancing act. But there is no ‘big moneymaker.’ To me, it’s always been a beggar’s game,” he shrugs. “Haydn was working for this prince or that prince, and it’s always been that way.

“But you don’t have babies to make money, and you don’t have art to make money,” he says, crossing his legs. “It’s a quality of life. That’s what it’s about; what makes us different from the animals. We’re not just foraging all the time for food. And to me, that’s what money really is: an exchange of services. Some of it we use to eat, and if we have excess we make art. And art is an excess.”

The Petaluma Summer Music Festival continues through Aug. 23 with events of all stripes, including The Jumping Frog of Calaveras County. Call 763-8920.

From the August 7-13, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Jeffrey

This Modern World


Mark Tillie

Boy’s Life: Clockwise from top left are Ross Hagee, David Moll, Stephen Thrush, Corisa Aaronson, and David Costner.

The scary hilarity of abstinence in ‘Jeffrey’

By Daedalus Howell

THE LIGHTS GO DOWN. Theatergoers’ knees are grazed by a late attendee groping toward a seat. The rustling sounds of cast and crew scurrying across the stage fall suddenly silent as the hue and cry of what sounds like lower primates performing an a cappella act ensue. The lights go up to reveal that the stentorian din was after all just a couple of guys doin’ it–a comic, if somewhat awkward start to Studio BE’s production of playwright Paul Rudnick’s Off-Broadway hit (and screen flop)–Jeffrey–directed by Studio BE veteran Robert Pickett.

In two beats, the play embarks on a tour of the life of a gay New York actor–the audience ambling alongside Jeffrey (Ross M. Hagee) from bedroom to gym, men’s masturbation club to 12-step programs for sexual compulsives, clinics to memorial services. Hagee agreeably plays Jeffrey, conveying emotional and sexual vulnerability with seemingly little effort.

A broken condom in the play’s first minutes (a daunting circumstance to partners of any sexual persuasion) is the impetus for the title character to stave off sex whilst living in the era of AIDS–a pledge that the affable Jeffrey is constantly tempted to abandon.

No sooner has Jeffrey committed to celibacy than he meets the man of his wet dreams pumping iron at the gym: hunkier-than-thou Steve (portrayed by the capable, swaggering, Matt Strong, a delight from Studio BE’s recent Crimes of the Heart).

Jeffrey’s resolve begins to cave from the onset of this “boy meets boy” story until a predictable curve ball (Steve is HIV-positive) is tossed into the fray and Jeffrey launches into a series of self-analytical asides. Throughout, Jeffrey’s intent to remain sexually abstinent is systematically chiseled away by physical needs, peer pressure, and finally love.

Director Robert Pickett (who also plays Jeffrey’s preening interior decorator friend Sterling) has extracted a functional if skeletal production from Rudnick’s text; Pickett does a serviceable job, given the company’s spatial, cast, and budgetary limitations. The set (conceptually spanning a dozen locations) is a whirling mélange of creatively rearranged furniture, recalling those comic improvisational party games where players find new uses for mundane objects. The somewhat listless costuming contradicts the antiquated stereotype that gay men are always the best dressed in the house, with the notable exception of Darius, a character whose chorus-line costumes from Cats are lavished on actor David Costner, who here makes a favorable debut.

Stephen Thrush, David Moll, and Joshua Reed turn in diverting multicharacter performances, shining particularly as a menacing, leather-clad, bare-bottomed trio whom Jeffrey encounters at the male masturbation club. Thrush proves to be an engaging comic performer, playing the roles of a sexually irrepressible gay priest, Jeffrey’s dead-in-the-water father, and an overwhelmed TV news personality.

Corisa Aaronson, the only female cast member (barring actor David Moll’s hilarious attempt to be female as Angelique, a pre-op transsexual male lesbian) appears in eight different roles, including top-drawer performances as a “postmodern evangelist” motivational speaker and as Angelique’s own zealously proud mother. Fortunately, Aaronson’s sequences come whenever the show begins to drag, her animated antics quickly re-enlivening it.

While the acting is commendable, director Pickett’s primary failing with Jeffrey is, in the overheard words of one audience member, “splitting the footlights”–that is, wearing the two harried hats of both actor and director in the same production. Pickett is a proficient actor and a competent director, but Rudnick’s sprawling and digressive play requires coddling and undivided attention. Pickett’s double duty results in a production bereft of distinct vision–a good show that could have benefited from a more monocular perception.

Jeffrey plays Aug. 10, 16-17, 21-22, and 30-31 at Studio BE. Thursday-Saturday at 8 p.m.; Sunday at 6 p.m. Lincoln Arts Center, 709 Davis St., Room 210, Santa Rosa. Ticekts are $10. 578-7142.

From the August 7-13, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

MLKJ Assassination

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Who Shot Martin Luther King?

Why it’s ludicrous to put all the blame on unsophisticated, doomed James Earl Ray

By J. J. Maloney

As 69-year-old James Earl Ray wastes away in a Tennessee prison–suffering from terminal liver disease–even the family of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. argues that he should be allowed a trial on whether he killed the Nobel Prize winning civil-rights leader. The latest furor in the case came last week when Shelby County Judge Joe Brown ruled that 12 of 18 test bullets fired recently through the rifle long thought to be the murder weapon had markings different from the markings on the bullet that killed Dr. King.

The rifle tested was the rifle that was found near the murder scene, within minutes of the shooting, with Ray’s fingerprint on it. It has long been alleged, by Ray and many others, that the rifle was planted and that Ray was just a “patsy” in the conspiracy to kill Dr. King. These test results support that contention.

One expert argued that the defense should be allowed to clean the rifle’s bore, because there was evidence of “bubbling” on the test bullets–which could be caused by a buildup of lead or copper from previous test firings. The government argues that cleaning the rifle’s bore could destroy evidence–even though no expert has ever been able to say that the fatal bullet was fired from this rifle.

In last month’s proceeding the fatal bullet was described as fragmented and deformed to such a degree that no ballistic comparison is possible.

However, in the late 1970s, when I interviewed Arthur Hanes and Bernard Fensterward, former attorneys for James Earl Ray (Hanes is also a former FBI agent), they both said they had held the fatal bullet, that it was in good shape and should be more than suitable for ballistics comparison. In act, when Ray entered his guilty plea, in 1969, the prosecutor told the jury that, had the case gone to trial, he would have introduced ballistics evidence linking the fatal bullet to the 30.06 rifle with Ray’s fingerprint on it.

Even that fingerprint is in question, however. The first book on the King case, The Strange Case of James Earl Ray, by Clay Blair, said it took the FBI’s fingerprint section two weeks to identify the fingerprint – even though it was comparing the print against only 720 sets of prints. That would indicate a fingerprint of dubious quality. These types of questions are more troubling because the House Select Committee on Assassinations, after releasing its report on the case in 1979, immediately sealed all of the evidence it had, including all of the test bullets, for 50 years.

Ray had purchased the rifle days before the killing. If only one bullet had ever been fired through it, then the test bullets fired in 1968 would be the best bullets for use in comparison. We do not know how many bullets were fired in 1978. The more times a rifle is fired, however, the more wear and tear there will be inside the barrel, and this can change the markings left on a bullet.

HSCA didn’t seal the evidence for the benefit of the King family – they’ve been after the truth since the day King was murdered. Nor was it sealed for the benefit of Ray – he’s been denying his guilt since March 13, 1969, three days after he pled guilty to the murder. Ray claims he was coerced into pleading guilty by his lawyer, Percy Foreman, who convinced him it would be suicide to go to trial. (Ray had also signed a contract with Foreman, giving him a piece of any book by Ray, as a way of paying legal fees – he had the same arrangement with Arthur Hanes, whom he fired after four months. Such a book was obviously worth more if Ray were convicted.)

Ray’s plea of guilty was a bitter disappointment to many people, who felt that without a trial–where witnesses could be subpoenaed to testify–that the truth of who and what was behind the assassination would never be known. In fact, the day after Ray pled guilty, The New York Times wrote a blistering editorial denouncing the plea, and the fact that there would be no public trial where the facts could be brought out. The 1978 HSCA investigation was supposed to answer the countless questions surrounding the death of Dr. King–not the least of which was whether FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover, or anyone else in the federal government, had a hand in his killing. While at first this suggestion might seem ludicrous, Hoover had in fact developed a deep hatred for King. Hoover was certainly not alone.

J. Edgar Hoover

J. Edgar Hoover was director of the FBI for 48 years until his death in 1972. In the years following his death, Hoover has been widely demonized–to the point of being characterized as a closet drag queen who sold his soul to the Mafia because it had photographs of him in drag. These efforts to turn Hoover into a cartoon character trivialize him, and make him seem less formidable than he really was. Hoover was the most powerful man in America for decades.

He built the modern FBI. And, while social activists dwell on COINTELPRO, and the other evils perpetrated by Hoover, it was his FBI that prevented even one act of sabotage from being perpetrated on American soil during World War II (even though the Germans landed a dozen saboteurs on the East Coast). To millions of people Hoover was a hero–still is.

Hoover at all times was Machiavellian. For decades he outmaneuvered his political enemies, which included more than one president of the United States. (Nixon is on tape saying that if he fired Hoover, Hoover would ” bring down the temple,” including the presidency.) The source of Hoover’s power was information. He compiled dossiers on the drinking, sex and gambling habits of many thousands of prominent Americans. Writers, actors, musicians, ministers, politicians–anyone with a public following was fair game. Hoover’s agents not only cultivated armies of informers, but used illegal wiretapping to gather information on the more prominent targets.

From the end of World War II until Hoover’s death his great crusade was fighting communism. In fact it was during World War II–when America’s intelligence focus was on Germany and Japan–that Hoover received an anonymous letter, warning him that a particular Soviet official was a double-agent. On no more than that, Hoover turned the guns of intelligence on Russia. History proves that was the right decision (although it was later determined the Russian official in question was not a double agent).

After World War II, Russia developed an atom bomb. The Rosenbergs were charged with divulging top atomic secrets to the Soviets, tried for treason, convicted and executed. Communism was a real threat, and hundreds of prominent Americans were willingly feeding information to Hoover, including the head of the Screen Actors Guild by the name of Ronald Reagan.

Among those prominent Americans was Thurgood Marshall, general counsel of the NAACP. Marshall, who in 1967 became the first African-American member of the U.S. Supreme Court, first came to FBI attention in the 1940s when he was a lawyer with the National Lawyers Guild, a group suspected by some of being a communist front. Marshall often complained that the FBI failed to investigate attacks on blacks, including lynchings. However, in 1952, Marshall contacted Louis B. Nichols, assistant to Hoover, saying he was worried that the Communist Party was trying to infiltrate the NAACP and “forge to the forefront.”

This dovetailed with a fear of Hoover and many others that the millions of blacks in America were ripe for recruitment by foreign agents, who would then use them to foment unrest and civil disorder across the United States.

It was not an unreasonable fear. In the early 1950s, blacks were strictly segregated across the nation. They were called “niggers” and they were treated as such. They could not eat in white restaurants, use white restrooms or public drinking fountains. Merely looking at a white woman could–and sometimes did–get a black man killed. Even the bigots, and Hoover was one, understood that a lifetime of humiliation, being forced into ghettos, and exploitation at every level, left the black population of America a bit cynical about the attainability of The American Dream. Racism in the Northern states was bad, but in the South it was virulent. Although downplayed by the FBI, the KKK was still a powerful force in the deep South (along with even more extreme white supremacist groups, such as J.B. Stoner’s National State’s Rights Party, which was so extreme it was publicly disavowed by the KKK).

Into this picture, then, burst the Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. He was the right man in the right place at the right time. General unrest over the Vietnam War created a social climate conducive to change.

Army Intelligence

The U.S. military buildup in Vietnam began in 1961. In early 1963 King led the month-long demonstrations in Birmingham, establishing himself as a national leader among the black population. His preparations for Birmingham were monitored by Army Intelligence. On Aug. 2, 1964, North Vietnamese torpedo boats attacked the U.S. Destroyer Maddox in the Gulf of Tonkin, resulting in a Congressional resolution allowing President Johnson to provide military assistance to Vietnam. A second attack by North Vietnam allegedly occurred on Aug. 4, resulting in U.S. bombing of North Vietnam. In 1965 the first U.S. combat troops shipped out to Vietnam.

By early 1967 we were a nation divided on the war, but coming together on many other fronts. There was widespread resistance to the draft. Children from affluent families – or families with an influential friend (ala Bill Clinton) frequently avoided the draft, but the poor were in the front of the line, and no one was poorer or more disenfranchised than black youths. The issue wasn’t cowardice, as so many conservatives wish to pretend–the issue was fighting in and dying in a war that had no moral underpinning. In 1993 the Memphis Commercial-Appeal, following a 16-month investigation, revealed that by 1963 Army Intelligence considered King a threat to the country’s security. Dr. King wasn’t the first member of his family to bear such scrutiny.

The Army began watching King’s maternal grandfather, Rev. A.D. Williams, pastor of Atlanta’s Ebenezer Baptist Church, in September, 1917. When King’s father, Rev. M.L. King, Sr., became pastor of the same church, the Army started watching him, too. In 1947, while still a college student, King himself became the target of government spies and informers. The Army, beginning in 1917, feared that the black population was ripe for subversion by foreign interests, so they tried to keep its pulse on that community. A lot of the spying was done by black informers.

In the case of King, however, the Army (and the FBI) went high-tech. In early 1963 King led a march in Birmingham that resulted in widespread arrests of marchers over a month-long period. Maj. Gen. Charles Billingslea, commander of the 2nd Division, sent a plea for help to his superiors, saying he feared a full-scale revolt in Birmingham. President John F. Kennedy ordered an additional 3,000 troops into the area. It was with the Birmingham disturbances that the Army began to use a U-2 spy plane to keep tabs on Dr. King. By 1967 Maj. Gen. William P. Yarborough, of Army intelligence, was convinced the communists were bankrolling Dr. King. Yarborough was relying on information from the Mexican minister of national defense, to the effect that black militants were receiving training and funding from the Havana-based Organization of Latin American Solidarity.

By 1967, the U.S. government feared King. His speeches in the United States were affecting black troop morale in Vietnam. He had announced he would lead a massive march on Washington the following spring. The government’s ultimate fear was that King, the apostle of non-violence, would ask the black soldiers in Vietnam to lay down their arms. Once college students became galvanized against the war, they reached out to black people, Native-Americans, Mexican-Americans, even convicts. In that context Martin Luther King loomed large as a moral figure. As a recent recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize (1964), he also had international stature.

Counter Intelligence

The FBI’s answer to this cauldron of dissent, widely perceived as endangering America’s ability to effectively wage war, was COINTELPRO (Counter Intelligence Program). The purpose of COINTELPRO was to destabilize radical groups, which included the American-Indian Movement, Black Panthers, white hate groups (however, they also enlisted the aid of white supremacists in countering black activists), the New Left, etc. The FBI generated a large file on Cesar Chavez, head of the National Farm Workers Association.

The FBI shadowed Chavez, because of unfounded rumors that he may be a communist, and enlisted the aid of military intelligence, local police and the Secret Service–without ever finding a shred of proof to substantiate its suspicions. (In 1994 Clinton awarded Chavez the Presidential Medal of Freedom posthumously and described him as a “Moses figure.”)

While Chavez was viewed with deep suspicion by the FBI, Dr. King was viewed as the enemy. Under COINTELPRO, the FBI used a wide variety of methods to discredit people –including forged documents, false arrests, pamphlets–and it is known that white supremacists were enlisted in the fight against black organizations. COINTELPRO was approved in Washington but operated at the local FBI office level. The FBI was itself a racist organization. (Just a few years ago, African-Americans accounted for only 5 percent of FBI agents, an underrepresentation that caused them to file a class-action discrimination suit against the Bureau, which included allegations of pernicious discrimination in promotions, assignments, etc.)

By late 1967, at FBI field offices in the South, there were white agents enlisting the aid of white supremacists to try to neutralize black activists. The key target was Dr. King. It is common knowledge that the FBI used wiretaps on King (approved by Attorney General Robert Kennedy, who would later express regret for signing the wiretap authorization). The most infamous recording involves King making love to a woman in a hotel room–a tape that Hoover enjoyed sharing.

James Earl Ray

I first met James Earl Ray in early 1960. I had arrived at the Missouri State Penitentiary in Jefferson City on February 8, 1960, and Ray arrived shortly afterward. We didn’t have much in common: I was 19 years old, and serving four life sentences for murder and armed robbery, and Ray was 32 and serving 20 years for armed robbery. We knew some of the same people. I was born and raised in South St. Louis, an ethnic neighborhood that Ray had moved to from a small town. In September, 1961, I tried to escape from Jefferson City, and Ray tried to escape several months later. We spent approximately four months in E-Hall (solitary) together without ever speaking to each other.

Ray was a low-key guy. He was considered a solid convict. He minded his own business and kept his mouth shut. For a while he ran a magazine stand on the yard (renting out magazines like Argosy, True Detective, etc.), from which he made enough money to get by, since he didn’t smoke, drink or do drugs. In 1963 I became friends with Jerry Davis, and through him with Rollie Laster and Ronnie Westberg. Those three had taken some guards hostage in 1959, in a failed escape attempt, and Laster and Davis were shot. At that time, there were only a dozen men in the prison who had ever tried to escape from inside the walls, so it created a small fraternity. Ray didn’t run around with us, but he and Westberg liked each other, and Westberg would talk about him from time to time.

In late 1966 Westberg discovered a way to escape from Jefferson City. The prison bakery also baked bread for Renz Farm and Church Farm, delivering the bread via pickup truck to these nearby satellite institutions in a four-foot square box. Westberg’s problem, however, was that he was viewed as such an extreme security risk by the guards that it was impossible for him to be absent for more than a few minutes without the guards looking for him. Had he disappeared for 15 or 20 minutes, the guards would have shut the prison down.

Ray, although having tried to escape twice, had a generally good conduct record except for the escapes. The guards did not view him as a dangerous convict–nor did they take him very seriously as an escape risk (the first time he fell off the wall and knocked himself out, the second time, in March of 1966, he was found hiding in a ventilation shaft in one of the factories).

On April 23, 1967, Ray climbed into the bread box, another convict covered him with a tray of bread, and he successfully escaped from Jefferson City. The prison officials were so convinced that he was hiding in the prison that they did not turn in a general alarm until several days later. Ray’s brother, John Larry Ray, was waiting in a car, picked Ray up and drove him to South St. Louis. John Ray owned a tavern in South St. Louis that faced Benton Park. The tavern was a local gathering place for George Wallace supporters. From St. Louis, Ray went to Chicago, where his other brother, Jerry Ray, was living. Jerry Ray is known to have assisted James Earl Ray during this Chicago period.

The Ray brothers have frequently lied since the assassination of Dr. King. At one point Jerry Ray was accusing author Harold McMillan of lying, and McMillan was accusing Jerry Ray of lying. McMillan had been paying Jerry Ray for information and apparently got burned. In fact, McMillan quoted Jerry Ray in his book as saying, “What surprised me even tho you are a liberal how I with a limited education could get a fee from you without telling you anything and making up all that bull.”

On the other hand, it is McMillan who is mostly responsible for portraying Ray as a rabid racist. In his book, The Making Of An Assassin, published in 1976, McMillan wrote: “In 1963 and 1964, Martin Luther King was on TV almost every day talking defiantly about how black people were going to get their rights, insisting they would accept with nonviolence all the terrible violence that white people were inflicting on them until the day of victory arrived, until they did overcome.

Ray watched it all avidly on the cellblock TV at Jeff City. He reacted as if King’s remarks were directed at him personally. He boiled when King came on the tube; he began to call him Martin ‘Lucifer’ King and Martin Luther ‘Coon.’ It got so that the very sight of King would galvanize Ray.”

That is utterly untrue. There were no cellblock TVs in Jefferson City while Ray was there. Three years after Ray escaped, they finally began to sell televisions to the convicts. I knew a lot of racists in Jefferson City, but James Earl Ray wasn’t one of them. Although McMillan’s book was gravely flawed, Time promoted the book heavily, and what McMillan wrote later permeated much of what was written about Ray.

The Assassination

On April 3, 1968, Dr. King arrived in Memphis to support a strike by 1,300 sanitation workers. He would stay at the Lorraine Motel. Someone–it’ s never been determined who–identified himself as an advance man for King, and had the motel manager switch King’s room from the ground floor to the upper level. Everyone in King’s group later said there was no such advance man.

The following day, at 6:01 p.m., King stepped out on the balcony. He was speaking to a friend below him when a shot rang out and he fell mortally wounded. A famous photograph shows several persons pointing toward a rooming house about 80 yards away. The FBI would later say the fatal shot was fired from a second-floor bathroom window at the rear of the rooming house. Several minutes after the shooting, a bundle was discovered in a doorway at the front of the rooming house. It contained a Remington Gamemaster 30.06 rifle, with a fingerprint on it that would later be attributed to James Earl Ray, and a small plastic radio that was said to be purchased by Ray while he was in the Missouri State Penitentiary.

Earl Caldwell, then a reporter for the New York Times, was in his room on the ground floor of the Lorraine Motel when the shot was fired. He ran out of his room and saw a man crouching at ground level near the base of the apartment house. Caldwell was never interviewed by the FBI. Harold “Cornbread” Carter, a wino, said a man with a rifle walked right past him, to the edge of an embankment (exactly where Caldwell said he saw a man crouching), and that the man fired at the motel. The FBI dismissed Carter’s account. Two community-relations agents from the Justice Department were staying on the same level of the motel with King, and rushed out of their room when they heard the shot. They, also, were never interviewed by the FBI (even though these agents didn’t see anything, the fact they weren’t interviewed speaks volumes about the FBI’s “investigation.” )

The following day Roger Wilkins, then head of the Community Relations Service of the Justice Department, flew from Washington to Memphis with Attorney General Ramsey Clark and Cartha D. “Deke” DeLoach, assistant director of the FBI. DeLoach was already pushing the lone-gunman theory, although the FBI had no clue yet as to whom that lone gunman would be, or why Dr. King was killed. The murder of Dr. King set off nationwide rioting, including Kansas City. It is likely that Hoover was pushing a lone-gunman to avoid the even more intense rioting that a white conspiracy might generate. It would later be determined that Ray traveled from Memphis to Atlanta, then to Montreal, Canada, then to London, then to Portugal, then back to London where he was arrested at Heathrow Airport by Scotland Yard.

Shortly after Ray’s arrest, J.B. Stoner, head of the National States Rights Party, volunteered his services as Ray’s attorney. Several years later Jerry Ray served as Stoner’s campaign manager when Stoner ran unsuccessfully for governor of Georgia against Jimmy Carter. Jerry Ray shot a 17-year-old boy who broke into Stoner’s office, and served as Stoner’s bodyguard and chauffeur.

Conspiracy

The federal government, and Tennessee authorities, aggressively pushed the lone-gunman theory–although this explanation was rejected out of hand by millions of Americans. At Ray’s sentencing, as the state was telling the jury what the evidence would have been at a trial, Ray interrupted the proceedings to say he did not agree with the statement of Ramsey Clark, U.S. attorney general, that there was no conspiracy. Three days later Ray tried to withdraw his plea of guilty, even though that would subject him to a possible death sentence. The court refused.

From that day forward there has been a tug-of-war between conspiracy believers and lone-gunman advocates. In 1979 the House Select Committee on Assassinations issued a report saying there probably was a conspiracy, and that it originated in St. Louis, with a reward being offered for King’s death by two racists, one of whom was a patent lawyer. Both of these men were conveniently dead by 1978. It began with an informant telling the FBI in 1974 that Russell G. Byers claimed to have been offered $50,000 to kill King, but had turned the offer down. The FBI put that information in a memo and filed it away.

Byers, a high-profile thief, was the brother-in-law of John Paul Spica, who was convicted in the early 1960s of a hired killing in St. Louis County. For about a year, Spica was my cellmate, and we worked in the hospital together. Of the contract killing, Spica always denied doing it. He told me that the victim’s wife had approached him, offering him $5,000 to kill her husband, and Spica turned it down. However, when the man was killed, Spica went to the wife and said, “Well, I took care of that matter for you –where’ s my $5,000.” The woman, however, was smarter than Spica thought. She went to Capt. Pete Vasil, chief of detectives in St. Louis County, and told Vasil that she had approached Spica, but that she had later told him she changed her mind, but that Spica had ignored her wishes and killed the husband anyway. Spica, on the basis of her testimony, and a tape-recording of him asking her for $5,000, was convicted and sentenced to life imprisonment. The wife was acquitted and collected approximately $200,000 in insurance. Spica kept his sense of humor however, by complaining that, “I asked the bitch to send me the $5,000, and she won’t do it.”

In prison, Spica eventually got involved in selling drugs and other scams. One scam was to run off extra license plate stickers and smuggle them out of prison. Byers was involved in that. The prison officials finally caught on to it, but were unable to make a case against Spica. By 1978 Spica had made parole. That year Russell Byers was one of the key suspects in burglarizing the St. Louis Art Museum and stealing several valuable statuettes. Another suspect was Sam E. White. On June 6, 1978, White walked out of the FBI office in St. Louis and was found five days later shot to death in Madison County, Ill. Byers was never convicted of the art museum burglary, because two witnesses were murdered and another refused to testify. During this period, however, the FBI turned the memo about Byers being offered a bribe to kill King over to the House Select Committee on Assassinations.

Conrad “Pete” Baetz, a deputy sheriff from Madison County, Ill., was serving as an investigator for HSCA. At the time of King’s death, Baetz had been in an Army intelligence unit that specialized in electronic surveillance. Baetz, and HSCA, latched onto the Byer’s story as though it were the holy grail. HSCA also subpoenaed Judge Murry Randall, who had been Byer’s attorney before being appointed to the St. Louis Circuit Court. Randall (whose brother, Alvin Randall, is retired from the Jackson County Circuit Court) desperately sought to evade appearing before HSCA. Randall sent a letter to U.S. Rep. Louis Stokes, D-Ohio, chairman of the committee, saying Byers was “one of the most dangerous criminals in this city.” However, once Randall began testifying, he made it clear that he thought Byers was lying, and that the “St. Louis Connection” to the King assassination lacked credibility.

Randall was certainly in a position to keep his finger on the pulse of the St. Louis underworld. As a lawyer Randall had been affiliated with the law firm of Morris Shenker, the most influential criminal lawyer in St. Louis history. A number of circuit and federal prosecutors, along with circuit and federal judges, were former members of the Shenker firm. Shenker had represented many gangsters, and was Jimmy Hoffa’s lawyer. Shenker would later borrow more than $100-million from the Teamsters, and bought the Dunes Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas. After six years with the Shenker firm, Randall went into practice with Lawrence Lee, then a state senator from St. Louis. Lee, himself, was one of the more highly regarded criminal lawyers in St. Louis. Randall was also a good friend of Mark Hennelly, regarded as probably the best criminal trial lawyer in the city’s history. By the late 1970s, Hennelly was president of Missouri-Pacific Railroad.

In a conversation I had with Hennelly in 1977 he admitted to me that he was still friends with Tony Giardano, head of the St. Louis Mafia, and Jimmy Michaels, head of the Syrian mob in South St. Louis. All of this is to say that, once he’d been subpoenaed to testify, Randall had the contacts to find out whether a $50,000 reward to kill King had been floating around the St. Louis underworld. Randall told the committee that Byers had concocted the story about the bounty on King as a way of trying to pinpoint whether Richard O’Hara was an FBI snitch. Byers told that story to O’Hara–knowing that, if the FBI later asked him about the story, the only place it could have heard it would be from O’Hara. The FBI, however, figured out what Byers was doing, and never questioned him (until the memo was turned over to HSCA four years later).

Baetz, and HSCA, however, chose to believe Byers over Randall. Baetz later told The Riverfront Times in St. Louis: “Honestly, we believed Byers, and so did the committee. I think he told the truth. I don’t think he would have lied to us once he got to Washington.” That has to stand as either one of the most naive, or most disingenuous statements I’ve ever heard. The Riverfront Times questioned Baetz concerning his knowledge of Sam White, who was killed in Madison County–and Baetz said he’d never heard of White until The Riverfront Times brought up the name (even though White was allegedly killed by Byers, the witness on whom Baetz and HSCA based their findings.) When The Riverfront Times filed a Freedom of Information request with the FBI, asking for the file on Sam White, the FBI said it had destroyed the file.

The New York Times bought into the Byers story, also. It published a story implying a Spica-Byers-Ray connection (strongly implying that Byers had told Spica about the reward, and that Spica then set it up for Ray to meet the money men). The Times reporters had sought me out, and I told them that it was an untenable proposition. Spica and Ray ran in completely different circles in Jefferson City. Had someone offered Spica $50,000 to kill King, he would have asked for half the money up front, then he would have told you to go sit on a fire hydrant. (Spica was killed by a car-bomb some years ago, over a union dispute.)

The statement by John Larry Ray, that James Earl Ray, after escaping, had hidden in East St. Louis, at a gambling joint owned by Frank “Buster” Wortman, is the fuel for current speculation that organized crime was involved in the King assassination. Buster Wortman ruled East St. Louis from the early 1940s to his death in 1968. My stepfather, Julius “Dutch” Gruender, was a close friend of Wortman’s. They had served time together in Leavenworth (before Wortman was transferred to Alcatraz), and Dutch had done time with Elmer Dowling, Wortman’s chief lieutenant (until he was murdered in the early 60s). I had known Wortman most of my life. His brother, Ted Wortman, had married my mother’s cousin. As I was growing up my stepfather often took me to the Paddock, a tavern that served as Wortman’s headquarters. After I was locked up, Wortman tried to help me in whatever way he could. Had James Earl Ray gone to Wortman for help–and had Wortman actually hidden him out–I would have learned of it through my stepfather.

John Ray also said his brother had tried to get help from the Egan’s Rats, an Irish gang in St. Louis. The Egan’s Rats went out of existence decades before James Earl Ray escaped. The Ray brothers were as penny ante as criminals get in St. Louis. Wortman would never have gotten involved with them. Buster Wortman was under constant investigation by the FBI. He would never have risked hiding an escaped convict, particularly a petty thief who could do him no good, and to whom he owed nothing.

The Present

When Jerry Ray appeared before HSCA in 1978 he was represented by a lawyer named William Pepper. Originally from New York, Pepper has worn a variety of hats: freelance journalist (in Vietnam), operator of a group home in Rhode Island, school consultant, civil-rights activist, author and lawyer. At the time of his appearance in front of HSCA, Pepper was in serious trouble in Rhode Island. Charges had been filed against him alleging he had solicited teenagers: “transporting boys for immoral purposes”, the charges read.

Those charges arose out of a federal investigation into a state-funded foster care program that Pepper operated. In 1975 he’d been fired by the mayor of Providence, who questioned his close personal relationship with the superintendent of Providence schools.

After the HSCA investigation, Pepper moved to London, to pursue international law, he says. He began to represent James Earl Ray. Pepper eventually convinced the BBC to produce a mock trial of Ray. With that money he hired investigators and began to prepare the two-hour show (because of a need for additional financing, HBO later got involved and it aired on HBO in 1993).

One of the investigators Pepper had hired was James E. Johnson, who had served time with me in the 1960s. He had a life sentence for second-degree murder and worked as a clerk in the Catholic Chapel, where we occasionally played chess. Johnson was living in Los Angeles and working full time on the Ray project. To put it as gently as possible, Johnson was living in a fantasy world. He came to Kansas City to meet with me, spinning some tales that left me shaking my head. His holy grail was George Ben Edmonson.

I’d first met Edmonson at the Algoa reformatory near Jefferson City, where he’d taught me how to type. At that time I was 15 (although the minimum age for inmates at Algoa was 17, I’d been transferred to Algoa after four escapes from Boonville Training School) and Edmondson was about 22. The next time I saw Edmondson was in Jefferson City. He arrived several years after I got there. In 1966 he was assigned to L-Hall, an honor unit just outside the walls, and was working at the State Capitol as a computer programmer (he’d completed about two years of civil engineering in college before robbing a savings and loan).

One day Edmondson walked away from his job and disappeared–along with about $5,000 in state funds. About a year later, after being put on the FBI’s 10 most wanted list, Edmondson was captured in Canada. It was learned that he’d been the project engineer for the West German Pavilion at Expo-67 in Montreal. Because James Earl Ray claimed to have been recruited by a mysterious “Raoul” in Montreal, even William Bradford Huie, author of They Slew The Dreamer, tried to find a way to connect Edmondson to the assassination. However, Edmondson had been captured before Ray went to Montreal.

Try as I might, I couldn’t get Johnson to see the folly of trying to connect Edmondson to the King killing. At one point he spun a theory that, at the time Edmondson was in Algoa (1956) he was really in military intelligence and was building a “deep cover.” Johnson, who was also working on the Kennedy assassination, was looking for a way to connect Edmondson to that, as well. I couldn’t get him to see the illogic of Edmondson building a cover in 1956, in preparation for assassinating a president who wasn’t even elected until 1960.

When I met with William Pepper in Memphis, in 1993, during filming of The Trial of James Earl Ray I quickly discovered that he was as impervious to logic as Johnson. He was already launched on his theory that King was killed by the FBI and the military and the Mafia. My suggestion that King was murdered by white supremacists, possibly including J.B. Stoner and Jerry Ray, didn’t persuade him. There is even the possibility that FBI agents in the South deliberately deflected the investigation away from the white supremacists.

No matter how much one would like to believe it, I just can’t see Hoover getting involved in a murder plot involving dozens of people. The man was simply too smart for that. Now, once the murder was committed, I could see Hoover limiting the damage to James Earl Ray. There is proof that the FBI had three witnesses who saw suspects near the Birmingham church in which four young girls were killed by a bomb in 1964, and Hoover withheld that information from Alabama authorities, on the ground he didn’t think anyone would be convicted anyway. And there is always the possibility that some FBI agents in the South were deeply sympathetic to, if not actual members of, white supremacist groups. In any event, Pepper stuck to his guns and the HBO special ran, and Ray was, of course, cinematically acquitted.

In 1995 Pepper published a book, Orders To Kill: The Truth Behind the Murder of Martin Luther King He was recently sued by Billy Ray Eidson, a former green beret. In his book Pepper claimed Eidson had been murdered to keep him quiet (about military involvement in the conspiracy to kill King). Pepper said he welcomes the suit because it allows him to have discovery against the Army.

Conclusion

No matter what Judge Joe Brown rules in Memphis about granting Ray a new trial, time is against the truth. If Brown rules in favor of Ray, the state of Tennessee will appeal his ruling. The state knows, after all, that Ray is dying. The prison authorities have ruled against Ray being allowed to travel for a liver transplant. Jesse Jackson says Ray should not get a new trial unless he confesses all he knows first.

Ray also knows that, should he get a new trial, a prosecutor might have serious difficulty convicting him. Should he get a new trial, he might well decide to clam up and let the state prove what it can prove. James Earl Ray has never been a rat, and I can’t see him starting now, when death is giving him daily hugs.

As a journalist I’ve been following the Ray case for a quarter-century. The more I study it, the more convinced I become that Ray did not personally shoot Martin Luther King. I am also firmly convinced he was involved in the assassination. I believe Ray is covering up for white supremacists. Too many people, however, think of Bubba when they hear that phrase–some Cro-Magnon foreheaded, tobacco-spitting redneck.

In the South, when you speak of white supremacists, you are often speaking of lawyers, police officers, businessmen. After Ray escaped from prison, as he was hiding from the law, how did he come in contact with these people? I’m sure these people weren’t walking around, asking strangers, “Hey, are you an escaped convict who’d like to shoot an internationally known man?”

The theory that Ray acted alone is ludicrous. Ray was simply too unsophisticated to have arranged by himself the elaborate escape to Canada, London and Portugal and back to London, with multiple false IDs and passports. Someone who was in contact with Ray, was also in contact with the people who wanted Martin Luther King, Jr. dead. I’ll give you four guesses as to who I think that person was. Hint: he has a history of shooting people. Several members of the first HSAC have suggested a new committee be formed. That may be the only hope for getting at the truth.

We damned sure aren’t going to get it from James Earl Ray.

Web exclusive to the August 7-13, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

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