One of the richest African-American women in the United States is a native of Our Fair City. Sheila Crump Johnson is the co-founder --- with her ex-husband, Bob Johnson --- of the Black Entertainment Television network, or BET.
Johnson, who has a net worth estimated at more than a billion dollars, and is planning to build a $50 million resort and stable in Virginia horse country, according to a profile this week in the Palm Beach Post. She divides her time these days between Virginia and Wellington, Fla., which is a far cry from her old stomping grounds.
OK, it may be a little bit of a stretch to call her a McKeesporter, since she hasn't lived here since she was a small child. Her father was one of only a handful of black neurosurgeons in the country; barred from practicing at many "white" hospitals, he worked for the Veterans Administration. Her mother was an accountant for the government. As a result, they moved around the country.
According to the Palm Beach newspaper, she's a graduate of the University of Illinois and an accomplished violinist. Johnson has also become a prominent philanthropist; she's the spokeswoman for the International Centre for Missing & Exploited Children, sits on the board of directors of the Christopher Reeve Foundation, and recently donated a $7 million endowment to the Parsons School of Design in New York City. (According to this article from Ebony, she also supports the United Negro College Fund and the State University of New York.)
Altogether, she's done quite well for herself (and others) and she sounds like a classy lady, to boot.
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There are two obituaries of local interest to report. Judith Ann Bruhn Serrin died Saturday in New York City after an accident at home. She was 58. Serrin is a former reporter for The New York Times and the Detroit Free Press and is the wife of William Serrin, author of the landmark book Homestead: The Glory and Tragedy of an American Steel Town.
In recent years, the Serrins have been teaching journalism, he at NYU and she at Queens College in New York; they recently collaborated on the book Muckraking: The Journalism That Changed America. I was delighted to meet and interview the Serrins when they came back to Homestead to talk about muckraking journalism at the Pump House, and I found them both warm, funny and charming.
Besides her husband, Serrin is survived by two children and her father. Contributions may be made to the Judith Bruhn Serrin Memorial Scholarship Fund, 3 Washington Square Village, 2P, New York, NY 10012. Deepest sympathies to Bill Serrin and his family.
Also, Treshea Wade reported in the Tribune-Review that a longtime colorful fixture on the Mon-Yough scene has died after a long battle with cancer. Frank Sinatra --- the businessman from Glassport and Elizabeth Township, not the other one --- was 57.
Sinatra owned an advertising business in Glassport and devoted many hours of volunteer and charitable work in and around the Mon Valley. He was also an enthusiastic booster of the community and his alma mater, Point Park College (now University). According to Wade, Sinatra's wife said he made the most of his famous name, but he couldn't sing a note:
"People would always ask my husband to sing them a tune, and he always joked that he even hummed very badly," (Carol) Sinatra said, with a laugh. "He always handled the teasing and the questions very well."
Besides his wife, Mr. Sinatra is survived by two sisters, two brothers, and nieces and nephews. Contributions may be made to the Frank Sinatra Memorial Fund at Point Park University; to the Pittsburgh Italian Scholarship Fund, 24 Mt. Hope St., Pittsburgh, PA 15223; or to the Elizabeth Township Area EMS.
Requiescat in pace.
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On happier notes: Ann Belser had a nice story in the Post-Gazette on The Palisades Ballroom, which is about ready to turn a profit again. Besides the dancing and other community events, the Palisades is also home to the Water Street Cafe, a restaurant on the first floor.
Belser reports that the previous city administration had been giving away the use of the ballroom for free for many events instead of charging for hall rental. That led to the Palisades losing $6,751 in 2002 and nearly $10,000 in 2003. Now, Belser writes, the Palisades is on track to earn about $6,000 this year --- not a big revenue generator, but better than a deficit.
Unfortunately, Our Fair City is still subsidizing the operations of the McKees Point Marina to the tune of nearly $100,000 per year. As city auditor Raymond Malinchak tells her, "That's not the way you run a railroad or a boat dock."
The Marina has been a wonderful addition to the Mon-Yough area, but it doesn't seem fair that city taxpayers should be subsidizing it. First of all, it's a regional asset used by many non-city residents. Second, it still hasn't spurred the kind of redevelopment of lower Fifth Avenue that would justify a city investment of $100,000 per year; but in fairness, the Marina was supposed to be part of a complete redevelopment of the McKeesport waterfront stretching all the way down to the Monongahela River, and that hasn't happened yet. That, I suspect, is due to a lack of state or federal funding to relocate the Camp-Hill pipe yard that currently occupies much of the land.
It would be nice to see some private money invested or donated to boost the waterfront rehabilitation, which might surround the Marina with taxpaying businesses that would offset the city's subsidy.
Hmm ... does anyone have Sheila Johnson's phone number? 'Cause the "Sheila Crump Johnson Marina" doesn't have a bad ring to it.
Meanwhile, Jonathan Barnes writes in the P-G that city officials and RIDC have their eyes on redeveloping the old McKeesport Connecting Railroad roundhouse at the former U.S. Steel National Works. The roundhouse could be used either for light manufacturing or shopping, RIDC officials say.
The Antique Motor Coach Association of Pennsylvania currently use part of the roundhouse as a garage for the buses that they're restoring; their most recent project, a 1947 bus restored into the colors of the old Harmony Short Line is to be unveiled in April at the Heinz Regional History Center in Pittsburgh's Strip District.
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To Do This Weekend: In your Easter bonnet, with all of the frills upon it, you'll be the grandest lady in the Easter parade. Unless you're a guy, in which case, you're going to attract some stares, I suspect. ... Dallas Marks is at Big Tony's Bar & Grille, 699 O'Neil Blvd., Saturday night. Call (412) 498-1373. ... Nomad is at Guitars & Cadillacs (formerly "The Whinery") on Route 48 in White Oak tonight; call (412) 672-5750. ... And the Al Louis Band swings the Palisades, Fifth Avenue at Water Street, Saturday night; call (412) 678-6979.
As Tommy Roe might have sung, I'm so Disney, my head is spinning. Who would have thought that there was so much repressed frustration among the teeming tens of Almanac readers about the Mouse House? Tuesday's mention of a story from Jim Hill Media about an incident at Disneyland in Anaheim brought a few vociferous responses.
Alert Reader Officer Jim writes:
Regarding the "Almanac" entry, I seem to recall a story from a few years back; not sure where I read it, I think a police-oriented publication ... Anyway, Dizzy World built a sort of "company town" outside of Orlando for seasonal, temporary and transient employees to stay in (named "Disney Village" or some such thing).
They started having crime problems, including some pretty serious assaults and such. I seem to remember that the Orange County Sheriff's Office got a 911 call concerning an assault (it may have even been a rape call) and when the ambulance and deputies arrived at the gates, the Mickey Mouse PD refused to let them in.
I think it was resolved when the sheriff's supervisor on scene threatened to arrest the entire security shift for obstruction. I also recall that the deputies union was p----d because it wasn't the first time and the incidents were being hushed up.
Of course, it may be an "urban legend" but I knew a guy in college who had interned with Disney for a semester (he was a film major) and from what he said about Disney security, I'd be inclined to believe it. (He may in fact have been the one who told me the story, now that I think about it.)
Sweet Jesus, that Disney post hit too close to home. A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I was escorted off the premises of a certain public venue because someone complained about me. I'm still not sure exactly what the complaint was, except that I have a bad habit of conversing with strangers, and one of them probably didn't like my attention. ...
A friend of mine worked for Disney, and I can confirm that (Jim Hill) is not alone in his experience. Step out of line once, or show the slightest inclination of making any trouble, and by gum, they'll collar you, detain you, collect your vital information, and throw you out. It's a sea of smiles, patrolled by the Gestapo; an artificial happiness, like the Twilight Zone episode where everyone was forced to "think happy thoughts."
(E)verytime something f----d up (happens) that involves Florida I keep thinking of the Bugs Bunny cartoon when he sawed off Florida from a life-size map of the U.S.A. and yelled "South America, take her away!"
I spent last night reading about the Terri Schiavo case, despite telling myself, over and over again, that I wouldn't. So don't hang around here expecting something light-hearted today; it isn't going to happen.
I have strong feelings on the Schiavo tragedy, and I could write a big, long soliloquy about the case, but there's nothing that I could argue that hasn't already been argue by people both better and worse informed than I am. There's also nothing particularly local about the case, so it's not really Almanac material.
It's just a thoroughly depressing affair, and it's really hard to imagine the hell that everyone --- Schiavo's parents, her husband, their families, their neighbors, the judges --- must be going through. Place yourself in the shoes of Terri Schiavo's parents. Of course they want their daughter to live, by any means necessary, even if she's only a shell of the person they raised. Her physical presence is a reminder, every day, of better times. And can you imagine how painful it must be for people like Michael Schiavo to watch, for 15 years, what's left of someone they loved whither away to nothing?
Neither side could have possibly predicted that their private grief would be turned into an international media circus, that they would be assigned motives by every idiot with a talk show and, yes, a Web page. The radio and cable TV yobbos keep obsessively dissecting little tiny scraps of information over and over again like a dog chewing on a bone, and listening to them blabber for 15 minutes makes it perfectly, painfully clear that they have absolutely no idea what they're talking about.
Anyone who can't sympathize with both sides in this debate is simply blinded by their own ideology, and the blowhards and greedheads who are exploiting this family's grief to score a few cheap Nielsen ratings points or to further their own political causes have the intellectual depth of puddles and the morals of alley cats in heat.
Which brings us, naturally, to the lunatics in the Senate and House --- and the White House --- who decided, on the basis of almost no information, to jump in with both feet and see if they couldn't make a bad situation even worse. When Democrats were in charge of Congress, Republicans used to joke that the scariest phrase in the English language was, "I'm from the government, and I'm here to help." Well, seeing the Republican "help" over the weekend should leave any thinking American just as scared.
No matter what happens, there will never be any resolution for either the Schindlers or the Schiavos that leaves them satisfied. Whether Terri Schiavo's feeding tube is reinserted or not, she will never have a productive and happy life. After CNN, MSNBC, Fox News, ABC, CBS, NBC and the chattering radio nimrods move onto to the next big "breaking news story," the Schindlers and Schiavos will be left alone with their heartbreak, forever.
Like I said, I could work myself up into a lather over this, but there's very little that I could write that hasn't been written better. Here are links to some of the better things I've read recently about the Schiavo case, and hopefully we'll have a lighter, happier Almanac on Thursday.
(P.S. The nearest newspaper to Pinellas Park, Fla., where Schiavo is hospitalized, is the St. Petersburg Times, which is regarded as one of the best newspapers of its size in the country. They have a complete archive of Schiavo coverage that is well worth your time, if you're so inclined.)
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The end justifies the means.
When you have enough power, you can tell the courts to get lost, you can overrule the self-government of an entire state, you can obliterate the rule of law.
It does not matter that Florida's courts ruled that Terri Schiavo expressed the wish not to be kept alive artificially. We are entitled to ignore court rulings.
Neither does it matter that the doctors say that her brain has largely turned to fluid. We may dismiss these facts with a wave of the hand, or a sound bite on CNN.
Congress knows all. The federal government knows all. The strutting Tom DeLay and the unctuous Bill Frist know more than all the judges and doctors combined.
The Florida Legislature saw a half-dozen video snippets of Terri Schiavo in 2003 and hastily passed an unconstitutional law that kept her alive for more than a year.
Last week, Bill Frist, majority leader of the U.S. Senate and a doctor, reviewed the video images, pronounced her conscious and decried her "starvation." Then, he and his congressional colleagues also passed a "save Terri" law.
Through it all, well-meaning people all over the country have called Schiavo's husband a murderer and compared Pinellas-Pasco Circuit Judge George Greer to Adolf Hitler. (....)
In late 2003, I reviewed all four hours of videotape from Terri Schiavo's court-ordered medical evaluations, not just the four minutes and 20 seconds that are posted on the "terrisfight" Web site, and wrote a story about it. The complete videos -- the latest ones ---- are part of the court file. ... The video is poignant and, at times, painful. Mary Schindler bends to her daughter's face to chat and coo. On two occasions, Schiavo's eyes seem to focus and her mouth seems to broaden. Could that be a smile? (....)
(M)ore often than not, the parents' and doctors' ministrations elicit no apparent reaction --- at least not to someone unfamiliar with the nuances of her expressions. She mostly lies in bed with stiff limbs, loose jaw and unfocused eyes --- no matter how hard her parents try.
Q.: As a priest, how do you resolve questions in which the "sanctity of life" is involved?
A.: The sanctity of life? This has nothing to do with the sanctity of life. The Roman Catholic Church has a consistent 400-year-old tradition that I'm sure you are familiar with. It says nobody is obliged to undergo extraordinary means to preserve life.
This is Holy Week, this is when the Catholic community is saying, "We understand that life is not an absolute good and death is not an absolute defeat." The whole story of Easter is about the triumph of eternal life over death. Catholics have never believed that biological life is an end in and of itself. We've been created as a gift from God and are ultimately destined to go back to God. And we've been destined in this life to be involved in relationships. And when the capacity for that life is exhausted, there is no obligation to make officious efforts to sustain it.
This is not new doctrine. Back in 1950, Gerald Kelly, the leading Catholic moral theologian at the time, wrote a marvelous article on the obligation to use artificial means to sustain life. He published it in Theological Studies, the leading Catholic journal. He wrote, "I'm often asked whether you have to use IV feeding to sustain somebody who is in a terminal coma." And he said, "Not only do I believe there is no obligation to do it, I believe that imposing those treatments on that class of patients is wrong. There is no benefit to the patient, there is great expense to the community, and there is enormous tension on the family."
What are the two Americas? If you read the Washington Post, you read about a woman who had a heart attack and suffered brain damage in the process. In (MSNBC's) "Scarborough Country," you hear something else. You meet an impressive Nobel nominee --- and he makes "explosive allegations." He tells you she had no such heart attack. Instead, he suggests she was strangled by her husband.
These two Americas have existed for years. If you live in cable America, you routinely hear whole sets of things that never appear in the Washington Post, things that the Washington Post rarely attempts to discuss, describe or debate. Cable viewers live in one world; newspaper readers exist in another. Newspaper readers rarely hear what's being said in the other America. And for that reason, people who live in the cable America sometimes get played for plain fools.
Like last night, for example. Consider the impressive Hammesfahr, the brilliant Nobel Prize nominee. Here's what we found when we ran a search: Three years ago, David Sommer of the St. Petersburg Times reported that Hammesfahr "advertises himself as a nominee for a Nobel Prize based on a letter his congressman wrote to the Nobel committee." Yes, Hammesfahr was "nominated" for the Nobel Prize by his Republican congressman, Peter Bilirakis, back in 1999! And uh-oh! In 2003, William Levesque of the St. Peterburg Times described more of Hammesfahr's brilliance:
LEVESQUE (10/25/03): In a 2002 order by Pinellas-Pasco Circuit Judge George Greer ruling that Mrs. Schiavo could not recover, Greer labeled Hammesfahr a "self-promoter." The judge noted that Hammesfahr testified that he had treated patients worse off than Mrs. Schiavo yet "offered no names, no case studies, no videos and no test results to support his claim."
Since buying a house, I've been trying to cut expenses in any possible way. That hasn't quite extended to flushing every other time, or making my own paper from wood pulped in the bathtub, but I have become obsessed with keeping the thermostat set low in the wintertime (if you can't see your breath, it's warm enough) and turning off unused lights. I don't have cable TV any more --- if there's nothing on the goggle box, that's my cue to do something useful with my time. Be frugal, that's my motto; watch the pennies, and the dollars will take care of themselves.
I'm also buying a lot of store-brand and generic products. So far, I haven't really gotten burned too badly, except in one case, which I'll get to in a moment. Most of the stuff seems as good as anything else --- I haven't noticed a particularly off taste in store-brand breakfast cereal versus the Kellogg's or Big G varieties, for example, and no-name sponges absorb just as much water as the "O-cell-o" ones.
Is there a rule, though, that says that store-brand products have to have poorly illustrated labels and gaudy colors? Some law that governs graphic-design of non-nationally advertised consumables? ("Pure Food and Drug Act of 1906, Sec. 14: That no food, drug, or liquor that is not supported by handbills, traveling vendors, photoplay advertisements, or other promotional activities shall prominently display its name in ugly type using illustrations that shall make the contents as unappetizing as possible.")
I realize that one of the reasons that the store brands are cheaper is because they don't spend as much on packaging as the national brands, but they could hire a first-year student from the Art Institute of Pittsburgh to come up with more attractive labels than they use.
Maybe they figure if we're too cheap to spring for the name brand, we don't deserve a package with a label that isn't eye-poppingly awful, or they're trying to shame us into paying more for the more expensive products. All I can assume is that the labels are designed by the daughters of the foremen who run the factories.
"Look, daddy! It says 'grape jelly!'"
"No, sweetie, it says 'grepe jelly,' but that's close enough for people who are trying to save 79 cents off of a jar of Smuckers."
Also, I love how store-brand product packaging tries to get as close to the nationally advertised packaging as they can without getting sued. Take Pepto-Bismol, which comes in a familiar pink bottle; the store brands are invariably called something like "Pepta-Bismate" and come in bottles that are almost, but not quite, the same shade of pink.
The store-brand imitation of Sugar Smacks cereal (with "Dig 'Em Frog" on the package) will be called "Sugar Snackers" and feature a cartoon character called "Excavatin' Toad." In tiny type on the package will be the sentence: "Try this if you like Sugar Smacks!"
The one I love is the store-brand corn flakes. Unlike the Kellogg's Corn Flakes, the store-brand doesn't have a rooster on the package --- I think it has a cartoon of an ostrich with a thyroid problem --- but it has giant black capital letters on the package that say, "CORN FLAKES." And underneath in tiny letters, it says "Try this if you like Corn Flakes."
Well, duh. I'm glad they put that sentence on there. They must have gotten a lot of complaints. "Gee, I bought this cereal with the words 'CORN FLAKES' prominently displayed on the box, but I don't like Corn Flakes. I only wish they had warned me."
The product that surprised me most was non-Heinz ketchup, which was surprisingly good. I know, Pittsburgh loyalty and all that, but I don't feel too bad; I bought Bell-View brand, which is packed right over in Penn Borough, and it was significantly cheaper. (In fact, the whole Bell-View line --- pickles, relish, mustard, jelly, etc. --- is excellent for the price. I actually prefer Bell-View peanut butter to Jif or Skippy.)
Indeed, the only store-brand product that I've bought that was a complete disaster was saltine crackers. Usually I buy the Sunshine saltines, which are themselves about a dollar less than Nabisco Premium saltines, but the store-brand saltines were a buck cheaper than Sunshine saltines. Well, I couldn't resist --- it was like saving two dollars, after all!
Let me just say that store-brand saltine crackers are awful, awful stuff. I think they're made from recycled acoustical ceiling tile. They can't be eaten on their own, and they don't taste good in soup. The birds won't even eat them. I don't know how a cracker factory could screw up something as simple as saltines, but they did it.
Still, I hate to waste food, so I'm currently scraping off the salt to melt ice in the driveway and mushing up the crackers to spackle holes in the plaster.
Like I said, I'm trying to be frugal.
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In other news, No. 7,151 of the "Reasons That I Hate The Walt Disney Company." Disneyphile Jim Hill conducts personal tours of Disneyland in Anaheim to explain the history of the park, but yesterday:
... 20 minutes into my 2 o'clock tour, I was suddenly interrupted by two officials from the park's security staff. They quietly pulled me aside and said that they'd had complaints about my tour. That they'd heard that I was saying negative things about their theme park. More importantly, that my JHM tour was somehow undercutting Disneyland Guest Relations' ability to sell its own tours of the theme park. ...
I can't help but think that the First Amendment sort-of, kind-of covers this issue. The right to tell somewhat embarassing stories about the Mouse. That's somewhere in the Constitution ... isn't it?
Well, that's clearly not how Disneyland Security sees it. The next thing I know, I've got an Anaheim police detective advising me that -- should I decide to continue with my tour -- the park's security staff could have me escorted off property. Worse yet, they could have me arrested. Which -- to my way of thinking, anyway -- wasn't exactly the best way to end my day at "The Happiest Place on Earth."
I saw an interesting handmade sign tacked to a phone pole on a West Mifflin side street this weekend: "No Kids, No School Taxes." I've heard the same thing said by a lot of callers to talk radio shows, and in private conversations with people.
It's the American spirit, 2005 Edition, and it nicely summarizes the virus with which neo-conservatives have successfully infected the American body politic over the past 20 years: "Why should I contribute to anything that doesn't directly benefit me?"
It's the same watery thinking that leads to "I'm not old, why should I pay Social Security taxes?" and "I'm not poor, why should I pay for welfare?" Or the message I saw posted on a sign last week; I'll summarize the pungent, scatological argument as "I don't ride public transportation, so why should I pay taxes for it?"
We can expand that reasoning further. "I don't live in an area that could be invaded by a foreign power, so why should I pay for the Department of Defense?" "I don't care if I dump raw sewage into my own backyard, so why should I pay the sewer authority?" "My house isn't on fire, so why should I pay for a fire department?"
The whole idea of having a government that "provides for the common defense," "promotes the general welfare," and "ensures domestic tranquility," as the Founding Fathers put it, is that we all contribute together to do things that we can't do individually.
I'm "libertarian" (small "L") in so far as not wanting government to impose laws to protect people from their own stupidity or immorality. You want to view pornography until your eyeballs rot? Hey, knock yourself out. You want to sit home and smoke reefer and drink beer until you dissolve into a messy puddle? Don't let me stop you. I believe abortion is reprehensible, but I don't find it my place to go into someone else's home and tell them they can't have one.
You want to peddle porn to kids or drive your car while you're stoned or murder someone else's unborn child? Now, we have a huge problem.
School taxes fund a public education system that's supposed to ensure that American students can compete in the world economy. We can argue over the efficacy of current public school systems, but I thought the arguments over the value of public education had been settled in the 19th century.
No, I don't have kids, and I went to parochial school, but I pay my school taxes in hope that the school district will educate the little nippers so they'll go out and get decent jobs, and not break into my house and steal my ... well, what is it that I have of value? I support welfare-to-work programs, but it's nice to know that if someone loses their job, they won't have to resort to breaking into houses, either. And we can't have welfare-to-work without having a way for former welfare recipients to get to work, which leaves us stuck providing public transit.
That's why you just can't "opt out" of those parts of society you don't want, and why "no kids, no school taxes" is an idiotic statement. According to the Pennsylvania Economy League, it costs more than $9,000 to educate each elementary school pupil --- paying for the cost to heat the buildings, buy the chalk, pay the teachers, run the school buses around, the whole nine yards. A family with two children earning the median Pennsylvania income of $43,000 would be paying out nearly half of their pre-tax cash on educational expenses, to say nothing of feeding and sheltering the kiddos and keeping them in Garanimals and Underoos.
Can we argue over Pennsylvania's method of public school funding? Most definitely. Property taxes are a patently ridiculous way to fund education; they don't take into account the property owner's ability to pay. They don't account for people who may be land-rich but cash-poor, like the elderly. Property only has a value when it's sold for cash, after all. Sales taxes aren't particularly good, either --- they're outrageously regressive --- and higher income taxes would be politically unpopular.
But simply saying "no kids, no school taxes" (or "no Social Security") marks one as a member of the Flat Earth Society. It's not just short-sighted and ultimately self-defeating, it's downright cruel.
Civilized societies stay civilized when they distribute the burdens of civilization over as broad of a segment of the population as possible. Yet the neo-con philosophy seems to be to concentrate both burdens and wealth on limited portions of the population --- the burdens onto the people who need the help, and the wealth on the people who already have it. The poor keep borrowing money, and the rich keep getting tax cuts.
That isn't sustainable for very long. And if the chartered members of the Flat Earth Society who currently seem to hold the reins of power in Washington keep steering us in this direction, we may find out just how Flat the Earth is when they drive the whole dadblamed American economy right off the end.
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