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On Storytelling

Regular readers will know of my fondness for Bill Moyers, and his thoughtful brand of journalism. The conversation below with Barry Lopez, someone of whom I had not heard, is simply marvelous. I’ll miss the Journal badly. Bill brought an inquisitive, boyish and affirming spirit to his work; in so doing, he gave voice to all.

High Drama on the High Plains

hardin downtownHardin, Montana, population approximately 3,500, situated on the remote northern Great Plains, not far from Little Bighorn.

Like countless other small towns, Hardin’s fortunes have waned as traditional industries have become less profitable or simply moved on.

In 2004 the city created the Two River Authority (TRA), a quasi-governmental economic development agency charged with creating jobs. TRA’s first project was the construction of a prison in conjunction with Corplan Corrections Inc., a Texas company that specializes in pushing detention centers on economically desperate small towns. The Hardin prison was touted as a no brainer; Montana had a growing inmate population and shortage of prisons. Convinced that a new facility would be quickly filled, TRA obtained $27.4 in revenue bonds for the new detention center. The bonds were to be repaid from the prison’s revenues and did not cost the taxpayers a dime.

By 2007 the jail was complete. There was, however, one small problem… it had no inmates. Relations between the TRA and the State of Montana had soured; the state was now claiming that there had never been any deal to house prisoners in the facility.

Community Education Centers, a for-profit prison corporation, and the jail’s preliminary operator, began to seek inmates from out-of-state. But when the Montana attorney general put the breaks on this plan, TRA was forced to take the case to court. A year later, the court granted TRA’s request to seek prisoners from beyond Montana’s borders; surely some states had extra prisoners in need of a new home. Even the new governor of Montana, skeptical of the program from the start, lent a hand, inviting officials from neighboring states, Indian tribes and the federal government to tour the facility. But none were impressed, and the jail sat empty; even the for-profit prison management corporation figured it was time to get out of town. TRA had built it, but nobody had come.

And so set in the desperation. First, upon hearing of President Obama’s plans to close Guantanamo, TRA began to pitch the facility as the ideal place to house the displaced enemy combatants. These efforts garnered international attention and led to such an outcry by Montana residents that state officials stepped and indicated that no such deal would be forthcoming. Though the Guantanamo plan ultimately failed, the media storm surrounding it had succeeded in broadcasting the woes of Hardin to the world. It was now mid-2009; the jail had been empty for over two years.

HiltonEnter Michael Hilton, President of the American Police Force (APF). Hilton, who prefers to be called “Captain Michael,” approached the TRA and explained that his company was eager to run the jail and build a large special-forces training center on adjacent land. APF (unlike Blackwater (Xe), DynCorp, or CACI) is a relative newcomer to the private security racket. Its militaristic website boasts a wide array of services, including: Special Forces Training, Convoy Security, and, until it was recently removed, International Arms Sales (including WMDs). In mid-August, 2009, APF and TRA signed an agreement stating that APF would operate the jail.

From the beginning, APF’s plans were met with skepticism. After Hardin city officials stated that prisoners from California would be housed in the facility, California officials responded that no such agreement had been made. Likewise, though APF claimed that the federal government was it biggest client, no trace of it could be found in federal contractor databases. Local media outlets, seeking information about APF’s operations, were denied any information, ostensibly for security reasons. Hardin residents were of two minds about the city’s potential benefactor; while some eagerly hoped to cash in on the promised job opportunities, others were beginning to question the legitimacy of the entire deal.

Montana JailOn September 24, 2009, APF came to Hardin, arriving in three black Mercedes SUVs emblazoned with “City of Hardin Police Department” decals. There was only one problem… the City of Hardin did not have a police department; the County Sheriff’s office was responsible for law enforcement within the city. Though TRA authorities attempted to assure a jittery populace that APF’s contract was limited to operation of the jail and training facility, the damage had been done. Though the decals were promptly removed, citizens who had been following this saga at arm’s length were suddenly up in arms.

Following APF’s inflammatory entry, it did little to endear itself to an increasingly skeptical population, refusing to reveal its parent company, financial backers or from where it would collect inmates for the facility. This excessive shroud of secrecy prompted detailed investigations by local and national media into APF and Hilton, its elusive and tight lipped leader. The results were stunning, though to many, hardly shocking. In 1993, Hilton had plead guilty to 14 felonies, including 10 counts of grant theft. He had been named as a defendant in multiple cases alleging fraud, breach of contract and breach of warranty. He had declared multiple bankruptcies, and, the coup de gras, had gone by over a dozen aliases. Hardin, it seemed, had been conned.

The Montana Attorney General got involved again, seeking answers to many of the same questions both wary citizens and dogged journalists had posed. Montana’s Governor went on the record stating that the people of Hardin had been duped, not just by APF, but by Corplan into building the white elephant in the first place.

Then, on October 9th, just two weeks after APF first rolled in to Hardin, it backed right out. The official reason given for cancelling the contract involved unforeseen costs associated with replacing an analog telephone system and damaged security cameras at the jail. But as details have emerged of Hilton’s pending court date in California regarding another scam gone awry, it seems clear that the jig is up.

Greg Smith IIAs if all of this is not interesting enough, there are two side-stories worth noting. The first concerns Greg Smith, former executive director of TRA. Just two days after TRA announced the deal with APF, Smith was placed on paid leave; to this date, no reason has been given for his suspension. Smith’s wife, Kerri, is currently a finalist in the city’s mayoral race. Hilton had stated on record that he advised Kerri to call him about a job with APF should her bid for mayor be unsuccessful. On October 5th, in a closed door meeting, Greg Smith formally resigned from TRA.

ShayThe second mini-drama involves Becky Shay, a former reporter with the Billings Gazette and APF’s current spokesman. Shay abruptly quit her job with the Gazette the day after APF arrived in Hardin, morphing quickly from reporter to stonewaller. In a press conference held days before the deal fell apart, Shay broke down in tears multiple times. It is unclear whether Shay will remain as APF’s spokesman or if her first paycheck will clear.

There’s more… the Billings Gazette has uncovered that the original agreement, ostensibly regarding the jail, also contained a clause which might explain the “Hardin Police Department” SUVs. TRA granted APF the right to submit a proposal to provide police services to the city. Indeed, the concern about private mercenaries patrolling the streets of Hardin under the color of law constituted the bulk of early rumors surrounding the whole deal.

So what’s the moral to this story? Is it just a sad case of desperate people getting conned? Corrupt local politics? That’s part of it, but there’s more going on here. This saga speaks to the moral and visionary bankruptcy of modern America. An economically depressed town pins its future hopes on a prison, peddled by a private corporation seeking to profit from increased incarceration. A simple fact about corporations is that they must grow to survive and please their stakeholders. Corporations in the business of constructing or managing prisons want more Americans behind bars, and will work towards that goal. A strange video slideshow (archived – download and open in browser) on the TRA website presents the Hardin jail as a wonderful place just waiting to be brought to life. But a prison is hardly a place of great promise; we should be ashamed that incarceration is one of our few remaining growth industries. Prisons should not be for-profit.

And how about civics? Privatizing Hardin’s police force is against the Montana constitution, but this is just what TRA seemed to have had in the works.

What about the glorification of militarism? APF’s website attempts to impress with dark colors, rousing music, and pictures of soldiers, weapons and war machines. When did war become chic, rather than the nightmare that it is?

And how about due diligence? How could TRA and city leaders go on record day after day praising APF when simple investigations would have revealed information that ought to have given any reasonable person pause?

But there’s an upside too. The public unraveling of APF in Hardin was fostered by a combination of traditional and new media. Local television stations and newspapers reported on the story as it unfolded while investigative blogs and personal bloggers spread the story around the internet. Some good investigative journalism happened here, without which, Hardin, Montana might just have been duped, once again.

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Do somethin’ crazy!

I had a good conversation with a friend before he left recently for a summer internship in Africa. The theme of our discussion was the need for some fundamental changes in our culture.

I’ve also had this dream twice in the last few days. I am on a charter bus coming from northern Vermont heading to Boston. The landscape begins with a drive down a typcial New England town’s Main Street, with shops and apartments on either side of the bus. As we exit the town the terrain becomes more hilly, and soon the bus is climbing a large hill. As busses are wont to do, it slows and the engine is working hard. Though the hill is steep, there is never a feeling of danger, like we aren’t going to make it. The first time the bus was at this hill it was daytime, the second time, it was night as a full moon hovered in the primal and mountainous distance. On the right side of the road, the hill sloped down revealing a college campus. On the upward incline one could see the academic buildings, a recreation center and a chapel. Before the bus reached the apex, it had to make a sharp left turn. Then as we began to glide down, the buildings clearly became dorms, each with a small balcony and double rocker swing. During this whole trip, there is a feeling of great calm and wonder among those of us on the bus. The college is a magical place to which we would all like to return.

Until my membership expired a few days ago, I’d been a regular at the Reily student recreation center here at Tulane. Though certainly not a facility to rave about (as is the case with pretty much everything at Tulane,) it had a fairly nice weight room in which I had become a regular. The music in the weight room, which I presume came from a cable music channel, was usually of the pop culture variety and was the same feed that was piped throughout the building. Though I was there to work out, I enjoyed the fact that there was music; indeed, the right music can really enhance a workout.

However, the music started getting a little stupid. The first song that raised my hackles was 3oh!3’s “Don’t Trust Me”. In this song, the protagonist talks about his feelings for women. The song’s most notable refrain reads:

shush girl,
shut your lips,
do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips.

The next annoying song was “Take Me On The Floor” by The Veronicas. The female vocalist, who appears to be in a heat of passion, sings:

I want to kiss a girl
I want to kiss a girl
I want to kiss a boy
I wanna…

Take me on the floor
I can’t take it any more
I want you I want you I want you to show me love
Just take me on the floor

The third, and most annoying is a more recent entry to the vapid lineup, Asher Roth’s “I Love College”. In a celebratory style, he recounts a great party he attended the previous night and his plans to repeat the debauchery again the next day. First the refrain:

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The stanzas are not much better. Among my “favorites”:

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Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!
Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!
Freshmen! Freshmen!
Freshmen! Freshmen!

Do something’ crazy! Do somethin’ crazy!
Do something’ crazy! Do somethin’ crazy!
Keg stand! Keg stand!
Keg stand! Keg stand!

I mentioned my college on a Vermont hill dream because I think it has something to do with my frustration over the idiotic nature of American pop-culture, as demonstrated by the above popular songs. What’s really irked me was the fact that as these moronic lyrics were blaring away in the weight room, nobody really seemed to mind or be paying attention anyway. This, I think, is our problem. What now passes for popular entertainment is crude, base, and ignorant (none of these songs even remotely classify as satire). These songs glorify quick cheap sex, gimmicky sexuality, misogyny and seriously misplaced priorities.

As we look around and see our once giant corporations declaring bankruptcy, a woefully poorly educated student body, and the ongoing degradation of our infrastructure and environment, perhaps we should, as our former chief executive was so fond of saying, attempt to connect the dots. Maybe kids growing up listening to the “I Love College” song will get the wrong idea about what it means to go to college. Maybe kids listening to “Don’t Trust Me” will feel somewhat less inclined to behave respectfully towards women.

Like I said before, music has a powerful impact on us. When I was in high school, my swim team coach would put on a meditation tape (with ELO’s Fire on High in the background) to get us mentally prepared for a coming meet. When I sought to teach my students about the 1960’s counterculture, I used a lot of music, and they listened. It’s a fact that we take in things that we see and hear; with televisions and music constantly blaring everywhere these days, we are inundated with messaging. Most of this messaging comes from corporate channels, such as cable television, advertisements and popular music.

This music, even if we don’t actively seek it out, seeps into our collective psyche like a poison slowly growing in potency from repeat exposure. Radioactivity is inevitable. It’s hard to know where this will lead, but I think we are seeing its effects already: selfishness, insecurity, decreased civility, increased violence. In short, we have been collectively dumbing ourselves down and teaching ourselves not to pay attention.

Looking back at my dream, though, I think that it is hopeful. After all, the bus made it up the hill both times and the college was still there. While sometimes I get depressed about our cultural waywardness, I still hope that we might once again be able to aspire to greater things. My current vision of the cool beckoning stone of the college on a hill reminds me that the great promise of mankind is still out there, even if illuminated only by our dreams.

Misnomer

On the front page of the New York Times an article about Obama’s economic policy states: “Barack Obama is drawing on techniques from his campaign and lessons from predecessors as he seeks to shape public attitudes about the economic downturn.”

Economic downturn? What we are facing is not a “downturn.” Such a term might be appropriate for a decline in sales of, say, one video game console following the highly anticipated release of a competing system. The current state of the economy is in more than a downturn; it had been stagnating for years (approximately 8, arguably many more,) and has recently been in precipitous decline.

Let’s move away from this milquetoast and disingenuous language. While I don’t doubt that Obama is fully aware of the gravity of the current crisis, I’m frightened about the extent to which our public discourse has become debased; when our paper of record defaults to such delusional and dulcified disquisition, one can only wonder if this is done in fear of frightening we the consumer. I guess that in an era of “premium” everything, we have become so inured to the bastardization of language that we accept such euphemisms with barely a second thought.