Letters to the Editor: April 10, 2013

Stop the Pipeline

I am asking for help to stop the Keystone-XL pipeline. For me, it is a moral obligation I have to my children and to future generations. The pipeline will enable a substantial escalation of the development and burning of the Alberta Tar Sands, one of our dirtiest carbon polluting energy sources.

Climate change is real and dangerous. It is now understood that Earth’s massive ecosystem can be affected by human activities. Our centuries-old habit of burning fossil fuels has affected the planet’s atmosphere in a harmful way.

Continuing to develop and burn our known fossil-fuel reserves will create catastrophic climate chaos with deadly consequences for our planet. Instead, we should direct our efforts to more rapidly deploying clean, renewable energy sources. It is possible. Germany’s “Energiewende” made a strong commitment to do this 12 years ago, and they have made great progress. I believe we can, too.

Please write the president and ask him to stop the Keystone-XL, pipeline, and go to 350.org to become active and learn more.

Kudos for Angelo

Wonderful article on Angelo Chambrone (“Fresh Blood,” March 27)! I’ve known this kid (man? Ha-ha) since he was 11. I worked with him and his parents at Sweet Lou’s, and all I can say is that his passion for food ran as deep as it does now. I’ve had the pleasure of enjoying his amazing menu at Barolo. They definitely scored with him in the kitchen. Congrats, Angelo!

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I Like the Ads

I agree with Mr. Rick Call in his response to the comment made by a reader about doing away with capitalism (Letters, April 3). If it weren’t for the privately owned businesses in this community, spending their hard-earned dollars in hopes of attracting new customers, the Bohemian could not exist as the advertisement vehicle it is. I always enjoy the advertisements of local businesses in the Bohemian, and that’s why I look at it. However, I usually don’t agree with many of the ideas expressed in the articles and cartoons.

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The End of War

“The war that will end all wars.” Yes, this is what we were told in middle school during the ’40s—that, yes indeed, World War I was the last war for the world. Maybe it was because of the mustard gas that did its evil thing before the gas masks could be made en masse. Maybe the slaughter of teenaged men and those in their early 20s was so terrible, twisted bodies lying in the mud or light snow. Maybe this was sobering.

What about now?

World War I didn’t end war. World War II followed, Korea came and went, and now, what of this in our immediate here and now? No one knows what Korea will do next.

The premier war to protest, Vietnam, came and went, and the lesson of war’s negative effects was not yet a hit at home. The early ’80s saw a lot of war in Latin America and elsewhere. And of course the wars in the Middle East. What will it take to end war?

And so World War I did not end war. We can only hope that if World War III ever comes, it will end the idea that might makes right in order to survive. Here’s hoping.

Santa Rosa

No More Meat

The new link between meat consumption and heart disease, discovered by Dr. Stanley Hazen of the Cleveland Clinic, is just the latest evidence linking meat consumption to killer diseases that cripple, then kill, 1.3 million Americans annually.

We have sacrificed the lives of 10,000 American personnel and trillions of dollars in waging two wars to avenge the deaths of 2,600 Americans in the 9-11 attacks. When will we wage a bloodless, low-cost war on the killer meat-based diet, potentially responsible for as many as 1.3 million American deaths annually?

Santa Rosa

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Butting Out

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The list of toxic substances in the air around us can be daunting to consider, but one of the most important yet preventable of them all is secondhand smoke, which is a lethal, unseen, almost phantom-like toxin that permeates the air in which we live and breathe. A recent joint study from British and Chinese researchers published in the January 2013 issue of the journal Occupational and Environmental Medicine strongly links secondhand smoke with both severe and mild dementia, damaging parts of the brain responsible for reason. My sense of reason tells me that our acute sense of smell and our capacity for compassion has become immune to the dangers and that we cannot escape the “silent spring” that infringes on our lives during every season of the year.

Secondhand smoke from cigarettes is still allowed to continue in many cities and towns here in Sonoma County. Fortunately, Rohnert Park, Petaluma, Sebastopol and the county do have smoking bans in place for multi-unit housing and bus stops, but we need to urge the City Council of Santa Rosa and other cities to enforce smoking bans in multi-unit housing, bus stops and other public areas. Without such enforcement, elders, children and medically sensitive residents are subjected to the hazards of secondhand smoke on a daily basis.

During the last couple of years, I have devoted volunteer time with the Northern California Center for Well Being, where I have joined their expert and passionate advocacy staff for workshops, presentations to the City Council of Santa Rosa and have unofficially designated myself as a representative for my fellow elders who suffer the effects and health hazards from secondhand smoke every day and every night.

My heart tells me it is right to want change, and that it is right to not be quiet or to not give up. I keep waiting for my city of Santa Rosa to listen.

Nina Tepedino lives in downtown Santa Rosa.

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Dr. Motivation

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Dr. Cornel West’s voice is so motivational that hearing him read a grocery list could make heads nod in unison and inspire one to cry out, “He’s right! We have to do something about the lack of peanut butter in this house!”

But Cornel West doesn’t read grocery lists. Born in 1953, he became a lecturer at Harvard at age 25. He’s now a professor at Princeton who’s written 20 books, several of which are required reading at Sonoma State University, where he lectures this week.

West’s expertise lies in politics and religion, but race, poverty and the inequality of wealth are all fair game—and nobody is above reproach. On a C-SPAN panel, he famously lambasted President Obama for taking the oath of office on Martin Luther King Jr.’s bible while approving drone strikes in Pakistan and leaving 62 percent of prisoners in jail for soft-drug crimes—while not a single Wall Street executive is incarcerated.

Cornel West speaks Thursday, April 11, at SSU’s Green Music Center. 1801 E. Cotati Ave., Rohnert Park. 7pm. $20. 866.955.6040.

Dark Unknown

While visiting Occidental a couple years ago, Holcombe Waller played at West County Herb Company and quickly dubbed it his “favorite tiny venue west of the Mississippi.”

Even though Waller’s haircut is hipper than all the single speeds and plaid shirts in the land, the Portland-based theatrical troubadour defies easy stereotypes. He creates elaborately staged shows incorporating video projections and costumes (what he once called a “meta-theatrical singspiel-style pop opera”), and yet he can also goose-bump a crowd with nothing more than his sweet tenor and acoustic guitar. “Holcombe has an aura of magic,” West County Herb Company owner Lisa Kurtz says. “His voice is angelic.”

When Waller returns to the West County Herb Company this week, he’ll draw heavily from his most recent album, Into the Dark Unknown, which one critic described as “a contender for least macho album of the year.” Indeed, whether he’s singing about breakups or unicorns, Waller suffuses both the mundane and the magical with an arresting emotional honesty. See him on Friday, April 12, at West County Herb Company. 3641 Main St., Occidental. 8pm. $10–$20. 707.874.9567.

A Picture of Tragedy

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In November of 2011, Mark Herczog wrote a short, desperate note on his calendar for the week of the 21st. It was about his son.

“It said, ‘Get help for Houston,'” his sister Annette Keys recalls.

It had been an increasingly difficult year for the Herczog family, during which 21-year-old Houston seemed to have been replaced by a different person. He had always been shy, but according to his aunt, he now shunned social interaction, waiting until after 11pm to go to the gym so he could work out alone. He stole his mom’s Adderall. He said strange things with an empty, vacant gaze that his family now refers to as “the look.” In early November, when he crashed his dad’s green Caravan and smashed his head into the windshield, he didn’t check to make sure his passengers were OK. Instead, his aunt, who was in the vehicle at the time, says he asked her about the sandwich he’d placed between them, in the center console of the car.

Houston’s family knew something was very wrong, but they didn’t know what it was. They didn’t know that three psychiatrists would eventually diagnose him with schizophrenia. They didn’t know that two of them would be appointed by Sonoma County Superior Court.

Around 1am on Nov. 21, Houston Herczog stabbed his father in the kitchen of his Rincon Valley home, using at least four knives to gash and puncture his body 60 times. He tried to cut off his head. He would later tell a court-appointed psychiatrist that he’d thought he was performing an exorcism with a cardboard version of his dad. When police arrived, he told them flatly, “I killed him.”

Mark was declared dead at 2:52am by Memorial Hospital, his face so tattered that, according to the coroner’s report, his right ear was barely attached.

He was never able to help his son.

Houston’s defense has pleaded not guilty by reason of insanity, a verdict that would likely allow him to be sent to a maximum-security facility for the criminally insane, such as Napa State Hospital. Three psychiatrists have backed up this claim. On the eve of Houston’s juried trial, however, the district attorney called for a rarely requested additional opinion, which contradicts the others’ assertions of insanity.

Herczog faces a possible murder charge that could land him in prison, where his family worries he won’t have access to the treatment they believe he needs.

Tragically, the Herczog family has landed in the criminal justice system partly because of their initial reluctance to use it. In 2007, Sonoma County police shot and killed 16-year-old Jeremiah Chass and 30-year-old Richard Desantis during psychotic episodes. Mark Herczog’s daughter, sister and ex-wife all say Mark refused to call police despite signs of Houston’s escalating violence for fear that officers would shoot his son.

As a judge prepares to sentence Houston in a Sonoma County courtroom, Mark’s surviving family is not crying for blood. Instead, they want treatment for Houston and changes in a system that too often criminalizes—and even kills—the mentally ill.

‘I’M SCARED’

Cameron McDowell, Mark’s oldest daughter, remembers a chilling moment of foresight soon before her dad was killed. At her home in North Carolina, she’d just gotten off the phone with her aunt, who’d described the vacant look that would slip over her half-brother sometimes, saying it almost seemed like he left his body and someone else came in and took his place.

“I told my husband, ‘I’m scared Houston is that kid who’s going to walk into a supermarket and open fire,'” she recalls.

This was in mid-November, but she’d suspected something was off for roughly a year and a half. The brother that she describes as shy, creative and gentle as a child had become quieter and more distant. He’d quit his band and instead spent hours playing guitar alone. McDowell’s dad once told her jokingly on the phone that her brother was such a loner, he wished Houston go out drinking if it meant he’d be with friends. On her son’s third birthday, McDowell received a card from the family that Houston had signed, “I hope you have a shitty birthday.”

McDowell wasn’t alone in her concern. Her aunt, Annette Keys, noticed him changing in 2010, after he graduated from Santa Rosa High School’s ArtQuest program and began taking classes at SRJC. He read Kant and Nietzsche obsessively. He would begin a movie with the family and then get up 30 minutes later to go sit by himself at the computer without explaining why.

Keys lives in Ohio, but she came to Santa Rosa to visit her brother Mark in early November, when she was in the car accident with Houston. On Nov. 11, the day before she flew back to Ohio, she asked Houston about the change she noticed in him.

“I said, ‘Honey, I feel like something happened to you. Did something happen that you’re not telling us about?’ And he gave me this sideways glance and said, ‘Maybe I’ll tell you about it sometime.’ It was the creepiest thing.”

In March of 2011, Houston’s mother and Mark’s ex-wife Marilyn Meschalk-Herczog began taking her son to see a private psychiatrist, Dr. Dennis Glick. Like other family members, Marilyn was increasingly concerned about her son. He was argumentative. He couldn’t keep a job. He would act out in bizarre ways, like refusing to follow his employers’ dress code.

The three psychiatrists who assessed Houston in jail reviewed Glick’s notes, which suggest several possible diagnoses for the then-20-year-old Houston—major depression, developmental issues and schizoaffective disorder. According to Dr. Alan Abrams’ review of Glick’s notes, the initial psychiatrist did not recognize that Houston was suffering symptoms of schizophrenia, despite his early note on schizoaffective disorder, and focused instead on his depression, prescribing him an antidepressant.

Glick also noted Houston’s substance-abuse history, which he writes included Adderall that Houston stole from his mom, along with alcohol, LSD, marijuana and other prescription medications. In his interview with Dr. Abrams, Houston said that he only took LSD once, in the ninth grade, and in his interview with Dr. Donald Apostle, he said he smoked pot in high school but stopped in the summer of 2009 because it made him feel psychotic. According to the review of Glick’s notes, Houston stopped taking Adderall—after being prescribed an antidepressant—until June, with sporadic use through September.

Because Houston continued to steal his mother’s Adderall, Marilyn eventually told him he needed to leave her Forestville home and live with his dad. But on Nov. 19, she says, two days before he killed Mark, Houston came back to her house.

“He had that look in his eye, and he said, ‘I feel really violent,'” she recalls. “I said, ‘Are you afraid you’re going to hurt me?'”

Marilyn says that she followed Houston through her home, out to the attached garage. As she descended the steps leading into the garage, her son grabbed her by the arm and threw her. Then he locked her in, asking her through the door if she was afraid of him.

“I said, ‘No. You’re my child. I love you and I trust you, and I don’t think you’re going to hurt me,” she recalls, crying.

“I had told him, ‘If you’re feeling violent, go out and run. Run around. It’s dark out and nobody will see you. Just run as fast as you can. Go up the hill. Just run.'”

He unlocked the door and ran outside the house. In an interview with Dr. Abrams recounting the same night, Marilyn says that when she checked her purse, more Adderall was gone.

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‘DON’T CALL THE POLICE’

After he threw her across the garage that night, Marilyn says that she called her therapist, who told her to call the police.

In California, officers can take mentally ill people who are a danger to themselves or others into temporary custody in what’s known as a 5150, or involuntary psychiatric hold.

She called her ex-husband and told him what her therapist had said. “He said, ‘No, no, please don’t call the police,'” she recalls. “I said, ‘Why not?’ And he said, ‘They shoot those kids. Please don’t call them. That’s my son.'”

Mark’s sister and daughter report similar conversations. Both say that when the idea of a 5150 was brought up, Mark insisted that the family refrain from calling the police. McDowell says that in October, her dad told her he’d looked into an involuntary psychiatric hold.

“He said that there had been some cases where parents had done a 5150, and the police have shot and killed their kids,” she says.

In Sonoma County, two mentally ill individuals died after their families made distress calls to local law enforcement. During a 2007 psychotic break in which he sat on his little brother clutching a two-inch Leatherman knife, 16-year-old Sebastopol resident Jeremiah Chass was shot 11 times by the sheriff’s deputies who answered his mother’s distress call. He died in their driveway.

A month later, bipolar 30-year-old Richard Desantis was also shot as he ran out of his house toward the sergeant and two Santa Rosa officers who responded to his wife’s call. According to the Desantis family’s attorney, he was unarmed when he was shot. He also died in front of his home.

Not long afterward in January 2008, 24-year-old Jesse Hamilton, suffering from schizophrenia and holding a butcher knife, was shot and killed by a Santa Rosa police officer after a staffer at his group home called 911.

While few national statistics on the subject exist, the nonprofit Treatment Advocacy Center reports that police kill mentally ill people in so-called justifiable homicides four times as often as they kill people who are not mentally ill.

According to McDowell, her father told her in October that he was too unsure about what Houston might do if he called the police, and that he didn’t want to lose his son.

INTO THE NIGHT

Several hours before Mark died, Marilyn says that her youngest daughter, 17-year-old Savannah Herczog, called to warn her that the strange, vacant look was coming over Houston again. She recalls thinking that he might come over to her house, safe in the knowledge that she had changed the locks.

The next phone call Marilyn received was after midnight. It was her daughter again, saying that Houston had stabbed their father.

Marilyn says she raced to Rincon Valley, still unaware of the magnitude of the crime. She remembers thinking the attack had probably resulted in some kind of minor injury, like scissor wounds in her ex-husband’s arm. But as she approached Mark’s Parkhurst Drive home, she saw police cars and paramedics surrounding the yellow house with brown trim. She says that her daughter ran into her arms, crying. She told her that Mark had been taken away, and that he hadn’t been moving at all.

The two women were taken into police custody for questioning. Several hours later, still in custody, they learned that Mark was dead.

After she was let out of police custody, Marilyn says that she went back to the house and went inside. The kitchen walls were covered in blood. She saw a denim jacket sitting on the back of a chair that was also covered in splatters of blood. She picked it up and put it on.

According to Mark Herczog’s autopsy report, a chop wound on his scalp exposed his skull. His left eyelid was punctured. Most of his right ear dangled from his face. Ten horizontal, overlapping stab wounds surrounded his neck just above his thyroid, where Houston tried to remove his head. His entire body down to the soles of his feet was covered in blood.

McDowell says the condition of Mark’s remains meant she wasn’t able to say goodbye to her father’s body; although she flew to Santa Rosa from North Carolina, she had to say goodbye to his hand. She remembers entering the funeral home, where her dad had been laid out in a body bag with one scratched-up hand poking out. A flesh-colored blanket had been draped over the body bag. She remembers thinking that it looked oddly like a Muppet, and that because her dad had a twisted sense of humor, she felt like he was with her as she had this thought.

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‘OH, DEAR. OH, GOD.’

Three psychiatrists have diagnosed Houston Herczog with paranoid schizophrenia, arguing that he killed his father in the midst of a psychotic break.

As Dr. Robbin Broadman writes: “There is no non-psychotic motive that I can see for the violence that occurred. He and his father may have had a disagreement, but the extent of violence goes beyond what one would expect from a stabbing in anger. There were 60 stab wounds.”

The National Institute of Mental Health (NIMH) defines schizophrenia as a chronic brain disorder that afflicts roughly 1 percent of the American population. It stems from a combination of genetic and environmental factors, and is often characterized by paranoia, hallucinations and a lack of interest in socialization. It typically exhibits between the ages of 16 and 30. Although NIMH cautions that most people with schizophrenia are not violent, certain tendencies, like delusions of persecution, can lead to violence.

“If a person with schizophrenia becomes violent, the violence is usually directed at family members and tends to take place at home,” NIMH’s website states.

Considering the match-up between Houston’s behaviors the year before he killed Mark and his ongoing paranoid delusions in prison—of everything from TVs speaking directly to him to the prison being a concentration camp—Dr. Abrams writes in a report dated Nov. 1, 2012: “With a very high degree of medical certainty, I believe that Mr. Herczog was insane at the time of the killing.”

Dr. Abrams was retained by Houston’s defense, public defender Karen Silver, and the two psychiatrists brought in by the impartial court agreed. Dr. Donald Apostle and Dr. Broadman examined Houston in reports dated Dec. 3, 2012, and Feb. 18, 2013, and both concluded that a verdict of not guilty by reason of insanity is applicable. Along with Houston’s behavioral patterns and the sudden and gruesome nature of his crime, the psychiatrists also interviewed him about what he believed was happening while he was stabbing his dad. The two accounts match up: he thought his father was trying to speak metaphorically to him about incest. He says he thought his dad was speaking symbolically and “in code.”

“Evil was frantic, squeezing my mind. I had to stop it. It wasn’t my dad,” he told Dr. Broadman.

Houston told Dr. Apostle that was when he grabbed a knife and began stabbing his father, who seemed to him to be plastic and unreal.

Both psychiatrists note that Houston was shaking while he talked. Dr. Apostle writes that after recounting the stabbing, he stopped, sighed and said, “Oh, dear. Oh, God.”

Silver declined the Bohemian‘s request to interview Houston in jail. At a court appearance on March 29, he stared at the ground, his shoulders hunched, and rocked slowly back and forth. His hair was short and unkempt and he wore glasses that he kept pushing up as they slid down his nose. He was unrecognizable from the thin, smiling boy with high cheekbones and wavy, blonde hair who hugged his smiling dad in graduation photos from 2010.

The National Alliance on Mental Illness’ (NAMI) jail liaison Carol Coleman agrees with the three psychiatrists, based on her contact with Houston beginning in December of 2011, soon after he was jailed. She asked that the Bohemian clarify that she was simply speaking from her own experience and not as an official spokesperson for NAMI.

Coleman recalls that Houston’s symptoms in prison were indicative of paranoid schizophrenia. She describes him as shy, depressed and traumatized, and speaking in disjointed sentences.

“I really believe, from my gut, from my background, from my experience, from my expertise, that Houston is mentally ill,” she says. “I believe that he does not belong in a prison. He really needs help and belongs in a hospital where he can get help with his mental illness.”

TRIAL AWAITS

Despite the opinions of three psychiatrists, an insanity defense can be a tough sell. A 1991 study commissioned by the National Institute of Mental Health and published by the Bulletin of the American Academy of Psychiatry found that less than 1 percent of county court cases involved the insanity defense, and, of those, only around one in four was successful. The nation’s jail cells now contain up to 400,000 mentally ill, according to NAMI, which estimates the cost of housing nearly half a million mentally ill to be $9 billion a year.

In California, defendants cannot have committed their crime under the influence of drugs or alcohol when pleading not guilty by reason of insanity, a detail that is being debated in the Herczog case.

In his blood sample at the time of arrest, Houston tested positive for amphetamine and dextromethorphan, two common ingredients in cough syrup. He also reported that he’d continued to take Adderall.

Shortly before press time, the deputy district attorney prosecuting the Herczog case, Robert Waner, received a fourth doctor’s report from Dr. James Misset. While district attorney spokesperson Terry Menshek declined to discuss the document with the Bohemian, the Press Democrat‘s Paul Payne reports that Misset’s evaluation concludes that Houston was acting under a drug-induced psychosis and not a mental illness.

The two court-appointed reports do discuss Houston’s drug use when he killed Mark.

“He did use Adderall, but his drug level was insignificant, and the duration of his psychosis both preceded and continued after his relative cessation of Adderall use,” Dr. Apostle writes.

Dr. Broadman writes that although Houston’s drug use may have exacerbated his psychotic symptoms, “it is clear that he was having hallucinations and delusions before the drug use began. His symptoms were chronic and escalated over a period of time, beginning in his late teens. This is the course of schizophrenic illness.”

The district attorney’s office declined comment for this story, citing the open case. Silver, Houston’s defense lawyer, says that she’s never seen a district attorney deviate from California’s standard practice of calling in two court-appointed physicians and seeking the additional evaluation of a third.

“I question whether he [Waner] believes in the insanity defense,” she says. “Some people don’t, even though it’s law.”

Ironically, the greatest doubt in the three doctors’ reports prior to Dr. Misset’s arises over whether Herczog’s symptoms are actually too perfect—in other words, whether he could be faking schizophrenia.

Dr. Broadman examined this most critically, quoting a jail psychiatrist who believed Houston might exaggerate and amplify his symptoms.

“He speaks in sophisticated language and seems to be logical much of the time,” she writes. “In my opinion, [he] has schizophrenia and experiences genuine delusions and hallucinations. However, he is intelligent and understands the hospital will offer him a better chance of treatment and relative comfort compared with prison. This would be a motive to exaggerate his symptoms. Even if he is exaggerating his symptoms, that does not mean he was not psychotic at the time of the offense. I believe he was.”

In the middle of her evaluation of Houston, hearing his explanation of why he’d killed his father, Broadman asked him if he felt an insanity plea was to his advantage.

According to her report, Houston’s reply was simple and brief: “I’m fucked either way.”

‘NOT CRYING FOR BLOOD’

Rallying behind Houston, the Herczog family feels misrepresented by a legal system acting on behalf of Mark. In a court case surrounding a brutal killing like Mark’s, his family might normally be the loudest voices demanding justice for the loved one.

“But we’re not crying for blood,” says Keys. “We’re crying for mercy.”

Mark’s sister adds that she believes if her brother had survived his attack, he wouldn’t have pressed charges. Her portrait of him is of a man lost, desperate—unsure what to do as he watched his son change. As he wrote on his calendar in November two years ago, he knew his son needed something. He just didn’t know what.

“All he wanted was to help his kid,” she says.

Manifesto

“When you are doing something that is not about you,” says Joey Damico, “it shifts the paradigm.”

One afternoon last year, the new board members of Little Tribe Children’s Foundation heard the lyrics to Nahko Bear’s song “Manifesto.” The message went straight to their hearts, and they sought out Nahko and his band, Medicine for the People, to headline the nonprofit’s first benefit concert in support of arts and music therapy for kids.

Oregon’s Nahko Bear is a folk revivalist who, along with his tribe of spirited troubadours, makes community-healing music. Nahko’s weighty vocals drift in and out of ballads about cultural cohesion, environmental consciousness and social transcendence. The message is heavy, but the rhythms are energizing. It’s a combination that resonates with the vision of the Little Tribe organization.

The budding nonprofit is based in Sebastopol. Founder Joey Damico is an Oakland native and Rhode Island–raised West Countian whose corporate technology career propelled him to the top—until his personal life suddenly came crashing down. Damico found himself searching for something to heal a broken spirit: “I started thinking about my kids and my gratitude for how healthy they were. There are a lot of people who are not blessed with healthy children.”

Bay Area children’s hospitals offer lots of creative arts therapy programs, and doctors believe they have a tremendous impact on healing, even for terminally ill kids. Generally, however, they’re sparsely funded and lack the resources to expand. That’s where Little Tribe comes in, donating 90 percent of funds raised at major events to like-minded institutions. It’s an ambitious goal, and “it’s not easy to do but it’s our mantra,” assures Damico. “We are an all-volunteer army and our core principle is to run lean and mean.”

Damico is in good company with the foundation, enlisting successful local artists to head up the board of directors. “In any business relationship, you want to surround yourself with talented and inspired people,” he says. “But more importantly they need a skill set that augments your own.” Graphic designer Zack Darling, photographer Jade Turgel and hip-hop artist Tevya “Wisdom” Jones each lend a creative dose of professional artistry to attract community enthusiasm.

Also performing on Friday is Wisdom, whose third studio album, Full Spectrum, was released in March. Wisdom’s new bout of lyricism is rooted in conscious hip-hop, enriched with world rhythms and classic dancehall beats. Featured in the seminal film The Indigo Evolution, Jones believes children must develop themselves spiritual and musically. “If I could just reach one person and help uplift their life,” says Jones, “I mean, how many artists have done that for me? That’s what inspires and drives me in my music.”

A Golden Affair

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Marin Ballet is half a century young this year, and its golden anniversary marks a significant milestone. To honor founder Leona Norman, and students past and present, the company hosts a public performance on April 13 featuring alumni whose aspirations and hard work led to careers as professional dancers.

Marin Ballet’s humble beginning dates back to the 1950s, when Leona Norman, an accomplished dancer, began teaching lessons in a small studio above the old Tamalpais Theatre in San Anselmo. An ambitious woman herself, having danced throughout the world and trained with notable figures in the industry, Norman was determined to bring the standards she knew to her own community in Marin.

In the 1950s and ’60s, Norman was a driving force in the regional dance movement, which promoted high-quality dance education and the further development of performing companies across the country. Norman also taught private lessons from a studio in her home until 1963, when Marin Ballet was established as a nonprofit. In 1971, Marin Ballet received a generous grant from the S.H. Cowell Foundation. These funds enabled the organization to acquire its current facility located at 100 Elm St., now equipped with six large studios, including a 120-seat studio theater, dressing rooms, administrative offices, a kitchen and a library.

But it was at the Tamalpais Theatre where Norman met her youngest pupil, Ms. Cynthia Lucas, an ambitious three-year-old who would become Marin Ballet’s current artistic director.

Initially too young to take Norman’s pre-ballet class, Lucas was determined nonetheless; she even watched her older sister take class through a tiny hole in the wall. With further persistence, Lucas earned herself a spot in Norman’s pre-ballet class for five-year-olds. “I just really wanted to dance,” says Lucas today. “And that’s when the love affair started.”

By 1972, Lucas completed her training at Marin Ballet and joined the National Ballet of Canada, where she enjoyed a fulfilling career as a dancer and, later on, ballet mistress. Some years after the birth of her daughter, Lucas accepted Marin Ballet’s offer in 1998 as school director and, two years later, artistic director.

Norman passed away in 1975, yet her vision survives. Lucas instills her students with Norman’s philosophy of maintaining a sense of life-balance when training to become a dancer. “She had a work ethic that required a serious commitment and a certain amount of respect,” Lucas explains, “which meant working our hardest every day while staying within our own individual limits.”

Marin Ballet alumna Olivia Ramsay graduated from the program in 2002 under the direction of Lucas. Ramsay represents a modern-day example of Marin Ballet’s successes. “My training not only gave me the technical base that I needed to survive as a dancer,” she says, “but Marin Ballet also gave me exceptional coaching and performance opportunities.”

Ramsay began dancing professionally the same year she graduated, joining Santa Barbara’s State Street Ballet and touring throughout the United States, China and Taiwan. Two years later, she joined Ballet Pacifica in Irvine, followed by San Francisco’s Smuin Ballet, where she danced for six seasons. (“I loved working with Michael Smuin,” she says, “and feel honored to have had the chance to dance for him before he passed away.”)

Recalling the influence Lucas had on her while she was a student, Ramsay says, “She is an incredible teacher and has clearly dedicated herself towards preserving classical ballet. She was a tough but loving teacher as a student. Now, I see how this gives her the foundation to be such a successful director.”

Marin Ballet’s alumni performance on April 13 features a series of solo performances by Boston Ballet’s John Lam; Smuin Ballet’s Robin Cornwell; and Josie G. Sadan of the Robert Moses’ Kin dance company. One work from years past is Ronn Guidi’s “Trois Gymnopedies,” first performed in 1967 by Cynthia Lucas; in her place, Lucas’s daughter Mila Lavoie, an apprentice with the Sacramento Ballet, will perform, along with Dawson/Wallace Dance Project’s Jessica Wagner and Memphis Ballet’s Travis Bradley.

Current students of Marin Ballet will also have a turn in the spotlight, to perform works by Robert Dekkers, Casey Thorne, Amy London and the legendary George Balanchine.

Closing the program, students will perform Julia Adam’s “A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” alongside San Francisco Ballet’s Pierre-François Vilanoba, and Smuin Ballet’s John Speed Orr and Jonathan Mangosing.

“April 13th is going to be an exceptional showcase of our current students, alumni and guest artists,” says Ramsay. “I hope to see many members of the Marin arts community in the audience.”

Adastra Wines

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There’s something about the name that suggests something else. Adastra! It almost demands an exclamation mark, a pyramid with black tinted glass, that sort of thing. Adastra’s hospitality center in Napa, however, located down a narrow little drive lined with poplars, within a tidy but antique farmstead, is anything but wine country moderne. It’s a big, old horse barn.

Inside, owner Chris Thorpe explains that “ad astra per aspera” means “to the stars through striving.” It’s the motto also of many a school, and, among other things, of the Martian Imperial Commandos in Kurt Vonnegut’s Sirens of Titan. The giant painting of a mammoth inside the barn? That’s another story, but it’s already clear that Adastra is a quirky mom-and-pop outfit with a sense of humor.

Thorpe grew up on a farm in Michigan, so his first idea was to get rural, not get into the wine business. He tried raising cattle first, but it turned out that grapes were less likely to bust out of the fencing. The vineyard has been certified organic since 2005.

Thorpe may have led this tour hundreds of times, but he’s in no hurry, passing leaves from the garden over for inspection: there’s wormwood, camphor, sorrel. Once a surgeon, his manner is more reminiscent of a tangent-spinning professor emeritus, his voice pitching into a mischievous lilt when he’s kidding around. He’s quick to drop the names to restaurants that serve his wine, but he’s also proud of their prize-winning tomatoes. “The Adastra tomatoes are the best I’ve ever tasted,” said one chef. “The wine is pretty good, too.”

For small groups, tasting is conducted on the kitchen table, “the way it used to be,” according to Thorpe. The 2011 N’Oak Chardonnay ($20) spent no time in barrels, but it’s got aromas of apples and cream, with a rich, lingering finish.

The 2009 Proximus Pinot Noir ($60) has more spice, texture and cranberry fruit than the 2005 Pinot Noir library sample, which has an enticing bouquet of orange rind and chocolate liqueur. The 2009 Merlot ($40) should appeal to Right Bank fans, with inky fruit, graphite and tobacco notes; fine herbs accent the 2009 Proximus Merlot’s ($60) plush red fruit and baking chocolate flavors.

Ed’s Red 2009 A.D. ($15) is nicely priced, with a silly theme and an artistic label depicting an imposing but quite extinct wooly mammoth. A pleasing, perfumy blend of Dolcetto, Zin and Syrah, it’s been a real hit for them. Ed’s Red is the brainchild of Thorpe’s son-in-law, who explains the theme thus: it goes great with mammoth. You either get it, or add “non sequitur” to this week’s Latin lesson.

Adastra Wines, 2545 Las Amigas Road, Napa. Tour and tasting by appointment, $25. 707.255.4818. Taste at Adastra and 20 other Carneros wineries during “April in Carneros,” April 20–21, 10am–4pm. Admission, $45; $39 online at www.carneroswineries.org.

Beyond Popcorn

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In certain parts of the world, film aficionados have to wait months in between film festivals, often driving hundreds of miles over bridges and into major cities to get their cinematic fix. Such people, obviously, do not live in the North Bay, where every town worth its weight in cocktail napkins now has its own film fest. This weekend, two different festivals—each known for a sense of elegance and eccentric charm—will lure film fans, and filmmakers, to their respective towns.

Now in its 12th year, the Tiburon International Film Festival (running April 11–19), as its title implies, focuses on films from around the globe, with a crystal clear motto: “Understanding the world through film.” Meanwhile, the 16-year-old Sonoma International Film Festival (April 10–14) has for years emphasized an appreciation for food and wine along with a love of fine independent cinema.

In Sonoma, highlights include Project Censored: The Movie (April 12, 6:30pm; April 14, 3pm), a short and sweet documentary inspired by Sonoma County’s legendary alternative news-gathering project. The entertaining film features interviews with Noam Chomsky, Howard Zinn and Oliver Stone. Iceland’s The Deep (April 10, 7pm; April 13, 9pm) recreates the true-life adventure of a man who survived in the freezing waters of Iceland after his boat capsized in 1984.

The Sinners (April 12, 8:30pm; April 13, 6:30pm), from Iran, is a Hitchcockian thriller set on the streets of Tehran. And for those who really like their cinema to be violent, consider The Best of Looney Tunes (April 13, 9:30am), a montage of ingenious Chuck Jones cartoons spanning the years.

For a bit of star-power, actor Ray Liotta will be present, introducing his hit-man thriller Iceman (April 10, 6:30 and 9:30pm), and Mary Louise Parker (star of Weeds and Fried Green Tomatoes) will be treated to a splashy tribute (April 13, 6pm).

Meanwhile, in Tiburon, fans of comedies will want to check out The President (April 12, 8pm), a farcical Dutch film about a lovestruck goat herder who finds himself running for president of Holland.

In Road to the Open (April 17, 8:15pm), Eric Roberts stars in a quirky love story about a depressed tennis player’s unlikely second-chance at love . . . and a tennis championship. And the festival’s local Marin Filmmakers series includes Past Their Prime, about the oldest living gorilla in captivity, and Running for Jim (April 16 and 18, 8pm) a thrilling documentary about high school track coach Jim Tracy and the length his team goes to help him once he’s diagnosed with Lou Gehrig’s disease.

For more, see www.sonomafilmfest.org and www.tiburonfilmfestival.com.

Free at Last

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“Were we Jews . . . or were we slaves?”

That question is asked by John, a young black man raised as a Jew by the observant Southern slave owners to whom he recently belonged. In Matthew Lopez’s powerful, intense drama The Whipping Man at Mill Valley’s Marin Theatre Company, faith, family and the scars of slavery are just some of the many ties that bind three men together at a singular time in America’s history.

It is Passover, April of 1865, in Richmond, Va., just days after the Emancipation Proclamation. John (a first-rate Tobie Windham), seeking shelter in the ruins of the looted and abandoned home he once served in, is a mix of fear and resentment, the opposite of the older Simon (L. Peter Callender, astonishing), who also served in the house. Kinder and wiser, now cautiously optimistic about his future as a free man, Simon awaits the return of his former master, who escaped the sacking of Richmond (by Union soldiers), taking Simon’s wife and teenage daughter with him. With mixed motivations, John and Simon are caring for Caleb (Nicholas Pelczar), the master’s Confederate soldier son, grievously wounded with a gangrenous leg, his faith in the Torah shattered after years on the battlefield and the defeat of the Confederacy.

It’s a setup ripe with dramatic and philosophical possibilities. Playwright Lopez takes advantage of every one of them, never letting up on the intensity and emotion of the situation.

There is an artfully graphic onstage amputation, made more powerful following Simon’s gorgeously crafted description of the procedure to come. John, understandably angry and confused about his identity as a Jewish slave, delivers a riveting, percussive description of being sent as a boy to the whipping man, and the lessons he learned there about the divisions between him and his white owners. Most potently, there is a movingly improvised Passover Seder, cobbled together from scraps and stolen provisions, two freed slaves and their former master uncomfortably (and powerfully) recalling their ancestors’ freedom from bondage in Egypt.

Directed by Jasson Minadakis with tremendous heart and impressive attention to detail, the play was co-produced with the Virginia Stage Company, where it ran last month.

Secrets, large and small, are revealed over the course of the two-hour play, and while some moments stray toward the predictable and the melodramatic, Lopez’s boldly told tale is easily one of the best shows of the season, packed with challenging ideas and questions that just might reverberate in your mind for days.

Rating (out of 5): ★ ★ ★ ★ ½

‘The Whipping Man’ runs Tuesday–Sunday through April 28 at Marin Theatre Company. 397 Miller Ave., Mill Valley. Times vary. $36–$57. 415.388.5208.

Letters to the Editor: April 10, 2013

Letters to the Editor: April 10, 2013

Butting Out

In support of local smoking bans

Dr. Motivation

Cornel West to give powerful message at SSU

Dark Unknown

Holcombe Waller to play Occidental

A Picture of Tragedy

The family of Mark Herczog, a father killed by his son, pleads for compassion as a court trial looms

Manifesto

Wisdom, Nahko Bear play benefit

A Golden Affair

Marin Ballet turns 50

Adastra Wines

To the Stars, Through Napa

Beyond Popcorn

Sonoma, Tiburon film fest highlights

Free at Last

MTC's 'Whipping Man' packed with power
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