Sunday, November 14, 2021

Wagner 58, VCU 44

Final Score: Wagner 58, VCU 44

Location: Richmond, Va. (Siegel Center)
Current Records: VCU 1-1, Wagner 2-0
The short story: Senior guard KeShawn Curry's 12 points and junior forward Hason Ward's three blocks and six rebounds were not enough for VCU as it suffered a 58-44 loss to Wagner Saturday night at the Siegel Center.


OPENING TIP

  • Curry led the Rams in scoring, adding four rebounds and two assists. He connected on 4-of-8 attempts from the floor
  • Ward grabbed six rebounds in addition to his team-high effort in blocks
  • Freshman forward Jalen DeLoach went 3-for-4 from the floor, adding six points and four rebounds
  • Graduate forward Levi Stockard III tallied seven points, three rebounds, and one assist
  • Junior guard Marcus Tsohonis chipped in seven points and shot 2-of-3 from the field. He also contributed a team-high five assists
  • Alex Morales and Elijah Ford contributed 20 and 14 points, respectively, to lead Wagner

THE DIFFERENCE

  • The Rams took their largest lead of the night at 15-9 on a second-chance dunk by Ward midway through the first half. VCU led until the Seahawks tied the game up with 1:46 left on a driving layup by Martinez
  • Wagner took the lead after a made free throw at the end of the first half. The Seahawks maintained the lead for the rest of the game
  • After being down seven points with 14:30 left, the Rams went on a 5-0 run capped off by Josh Banks' 3-point jumper on the fast break to climb within two at 37-35 with 13:32 remaining
  • The Rams were unable to catch Wagner, as the Seahawks shot 21-of-57 from the field and went 8-for-9 from the free throw line

Wagner won the rebounding battle 42-24

NEXT UP: VCU travels to Nashville, Tenn. to take on Vanderbilt at 8 p.m. on Wednesday.

-- Info from VCU's athletic dept.

Thursday, November 11, 2021

The Cheaters

When it came to sports and games in general, my grandfather (on the right in the photo) saw a black and white world. Frank W. Owen had zero tolerance for cheating. Period. He envisioned a clear code of honor for games like football or baseball. Not only must you never cheat, you had to always give the game your best effort until it's over. Thus, good sportsmanship was essential. 
 
Of course, when it came to the real world, he surely knew the ready supply of cheaters, chiselers and weasels has never been exhausted. Nonetheless, the way he saw it, for a couple of hours on a field of play, we can choose for ourselves to keep the sports realm clean.
  
In 1916 the fit members of the Richmond Light Infantry Blues were dispatched to Brownsville, Texas, to watch over the border and chase Mexican bandit/revolutionary Pancho Villa, who had crossed the border to stage a few raids on American soil ... or, so people said. To do the job the young Richmonders were converted into a cavalry unit. My grandfather, seen at the age of 23 in the 1916 photo of football teammates, was one of those local boys in that Richmond Blues outfit.

Following that campaign, in 1917, the Blues were sent to Fort McClellan in the Alabama foothills for additional training. Then it was across the pond to France to finish off the Great War -- the war to end all wars.

The way I remember him, my grandfather depended completely on his own view of life. If he had doubts he hid them well. The stories I remember him telling from his years as a soldier were about his singing gigs, playing football and poker, and various colorful adventures. He apparently saw no benefit in talking about the actual horrors he'd seen. At least I never heard such stories. 
 
My grandson's middle name is Owen. The story below about my grandfather was published in Style Weekly in 1999. 
 
The Cheaters
by F.T. Rea
Having devoted countless hours to competitive sports and games of all sorts, nothing in that realm is quite as galling to this grizzled scribbler as the cheater’s averted eye of denial, or the practiced tones of his shameless spiel.
In the middle of a pick-up basketball game, or a friendly Frisbee-golf round, too often, my barbed outspokenness over what I have perceived as deliberate cheating has ruffled feathers. The words won't stay in my mouth. I can't resist noticing a cheater in action any more than a watchful blue jay can resist dive-bombing an alley cat.
The reader might wonder about whether I'm overcompensating for dishonest aspects of myself, or if I could be dwelling on memories of feeling cheated out of something dear.
OK, fair enough, I don't deny any of that. Still, truth be told, to this day I believe a lot of it goes back to one particular afternoon's mischievous diversion, gone wrong.
A blue-collar architect with the Chesapeake & Ohio Railway for decades, my maternal grandfather, Frank Wingo Owen was a natural entertainer. Blessed with a resonant baritone/bass voice, he began singing professionally in his teens and continued performing, as a soloist and with barbershop quartets, into his mid-60s. He was comfortable in the role of an emcee. 
Shortly after his retirement, at 65, the lifelong grip on good health he had enjoyed failed; an infection he picked up during a routine hernia surgery at a VA hospital nearly killed him. It left him with no sense of touch in his extremities.
Once he got some of his strength back, he found comfort in returning to his role as umpire of the baseball games played in his yard by the neighborhood's boys. He couldn't stand up behind home plate, anymore, but he did alright sitting in the shade of the plum tree, some 25 feet away.
This was the summer he taught me, along with a few of my friends, the fundamentals of poker. To learn the game we didn’t play for real money. Each player got so many poker chips. If his chips ran out, he became a spectator.
The poker professor said he’d never let us beat him, claiming he owed it to the game to win, if he could, which he always did. Woven throughout his lessons on betting strategy were stories about poker hands and football games from his cavalry days, serving with the Richmond Blues during World War I.
As likely as not, the stories he told would end up underlining points he saw as standards: He challenged us to expose the true coward at the heart of every bully. "Punch him in the nose," he'd chuckle, "and even if you get whipped he'll never bother you again." In team sports, the success of the team trumped all else. Moreover, withholding one’s best effort, no matter the score, was beyond the pale.
Such lazy afternoons came and went so easily that summer there was no way then, at 11, I could have appreciated how precious they would seem looking back on them. 
On the other hand, there were occasions he would make it tough on me. Especially when he spotted a boy breaking the yard's rules or playing dirty. It was more than a little embarrassing when he would wave his cane and bellow his rulings. For flagrant violations, or protesting one of his umpire calls too much, he barred the guilty boy from the yard for a day or two. 
F. W. Owen’s hard-edged opinions about fair play, or looking directly at whatever comes along, were not particularly modern. Nor were they always easy for know-it-all adolescent boys to swallow.
Predictably, the day came when a plot was hatched. We decided to see if artful subterfuge could beat him at poker, just once. The conspirators practiced in secret for hours, passing cards under the table with bare feet and developing secret signals to ask for particular cards. Within the group, it was accepted that we wouldn't get away with it for long ... but to pull it off for a few hands would be pure fun.
Following baseball, with the post-game watermelon consumed, while the table was cleaned up I fetched the cards and chips. Then the four card sharks moved in to put the caper in play. To our amazement, the plan went off smoothly.
After hands of what we saw as sly tricks we went blatant, expecting/needing to get caught, so we could gloat over having tricked the great master. Later, as he told the boys' favorite story -- the one about a Spanish women who bit him on the arm at a train station in France -- one-eyed jacks tucked between dirty toes were being passed under the table. Then, gradually, the joy began to drain out of the adventure.
With semi-secret gestures I called the ruse off. A couple of hands were played with no shenanigans. But he ran out of chips, anyway.
Head bowed, he sighed, “Today I can’t win; you boys are just too good for me.”
Utterly dependent on his cane for balance he slowly walked into the shadows toward the back porch. It was agonizing. The game was over; we were no longer pranksters.
We were cheaters.
As he carefully negotiated the steps, my last chance to save the day came and went without a syllable out of me to set the record straight. It was hard to believe that he hadn’t seen what we were doing, but my guilt burned so deeply I didn't wonder enough about that, then.
Well, my grandfather didn’t play poker with us again. He went on umpiring, and telling his salty stories afterwards over watermelon feasts. We tried playing poker the same way without him, but it just didn’t work; the value the chips had magically represented was gone. Summer was ending and the boys had outgrown poker without real money on the line.
Although I thought about that afternoon's shame many times before my grandfather died nine years later, I don't think either of us ever mentioned it. For my part, when I tried to bring it up the words always stuck in my throat.
As the years passed I grew to become as intolerant of petty cheating as F.W. Owen was in his day, maybe even more so. And, as it was for him, the blue jay has always been my favorite bird.
-- 30 --

Wednesday, November 10, 2021

Fermin and Billups sign with VCU

From VCU's athletic department: 

Christian Fermin (Pocono Summit, Pa./Pocono Mountain West) and Alphonzo “Fats” Billups (Richmond, Va./Varina) signed National Letters of Intent with VCU Wednesday, the first day of the early signing period, Rams Head Coach Mike Rhoades announced.

 

"Our VCU Basketball Family is excited to officially recognize Christian and Fats as members of our program,” Rhoades said. “We targeted both of these young men early in the recruiting process as perfect fits for VCU Basketball. They both come from successful high school and AAU programs. They have been well coached and mentored.  We love players that fit our way, but still have high ceilings to improve. I feel Christian and Fats are only scratching their potential. They both compete at a high level and love to be in the gym and work. These two young men fit VCU Basketball."

 

Billups is a 6-foot-7, 180-pound guard who currently stars for Coach Kenneth Randolph at nearby Varina High School. In 2020-21, Billups poured in 18.7 points per game. As sophomore for Varina in 2019-20, he registered 16 points, 5.0 rebounds, 3.4 assists and 2.7 steals per game and led the Blue Devils to the Class 5A state playoffs. He also helped Varina to a state semifinali appearance as a freshman.

 

In addition to his high school exploits, Billups has been a standout with the Team Loaded program, where he has played for Ty White and Michael Blackwell.

 

A multifaceted wing, Billups is currently ranked No. 88 in the class of 2022 in ESPN’s Top 100. Billups chose the Rams from a final list of suitors that included West Virginia, Texas A&M, Oklahoma State, N.C. State and Pitt.

 

“Alphonzo ‘Fats’ Billups is the wing we wanted in this class. He has size, length and a keen ability to score, shoot and make plays. He will be an exciting player for us over his four years. Our staff has watched and recruited Fats for a long period of time, and we have seen his abilities grow so much. I think that he will only get better and better and make his hometown and Ram Nation proud that he is a VCU Ram. His versatility and offensive approach are great fits for our program," Rhoades said.

 

A 6-10, 215-pound forward, Fermin averaged 17.5 points, 12 rebounds and 6.8 blocks per game last season and helped lead Rich Williams’ Pocono Mountain West to an EPC Monroe Division Championship and a District XI Semifinal appearance.

 

Fermin, a veteran of Terrance “Munch” Williams’ PSA Cardinals on the Nike EYBL circuit, is currently the 16th-ranked center nationally, according to 247 Sports.

 

He chose VCU over interest from Pitt, Penn State, St. John’s, Temple and others.

 

"Christian Fermin is a high motor big man with great versatility. He loves to work on his game and lives in the gym. He has a motor and energy when he plays that will be loved by Ram Nation.  His physical size and versatility will add to our style of play,” said Rhoades. “I am excited to watch his growth when he gets with [Assistant Coach] Brent Scott and Coach [Daniel] Roose upon his arrival on campus. He will impact our program with his approach and ability."

Season Opener: VCU 57, St. Peter's 54

Final Score: VCU 57, Saint Peter’s 54  

Location: Richmond, Va. (Siegel Center) 

Current Records: VCU 1-0, Saint Peter’s 0-1

The short story: Junior forward Hason Ward tipped in a go-ahead basket, and VCU forced a pair of critical, late turnovers in the final 25 seconds to preserve and opening night victory at the Stuart C. Siegel Center.

 

OPENING TIP

      Ward tallied a career-high 14 points, nine rebounds and four blocks. He was 6-of-8 from the field on the night

      Senior guard KeShawn Curry added 12 points, three steals, three assists and a block for the Black and Gold

      Freshman guard Jayden Nunn chipped in nine points and contributed a team-high four steals in his collegiate debut for the Rams

      Doug Edert led the Peacocks with 17 points going 5-of-7 from 3-point range

 

 THE DIFFERENCE

      Saint Peter’s took a 54-53 lead on a layup by KC Ndefo with 1:59 remaining. The game remained scoreless for more than a minute before Ward, crashing hard from the right block, tipped in a long rebound with 25 seconds remaining for a 55-54 VCU lead. The Rams forced turnovers on the next two possessions, and senior forward Vince Williams hit a pair of free throws for the final margin

      VCU blocked 12 shots in the game, including 11 in the first half alone

      VCU held the Peacocks to 31 percent (18-of-58) shooting from the field and turned the Peacocks over 21 times. The Rams held Saint Peter’s to 21-percent (7-of-33) shooting in the first half on the way to a 31-23 halftime lead

      The Rams outscored the Peacocks 30-20 in the paint

      VCU converted 19-of-27 free throws while the Peacocks went 11-of-14 from the stripe

 

NOTABLE

      The Rams have won 16 straight home openers, a streak that dates to the 2005-06 season

      VCU led for 37:42 of the game’s 40 minutes

      VCU improved to 2-0 all-time against Saint Peter’s

NEXT UP

VCU will play host to Wagner on Saturday Nov. 13 at 7 p.m. at the Siegel Center. That game will be broadcast on MASN2 and ESPN+

 

-- Information provided by Chris Kowalczyk, VCU Assistant A.D. for Athletics Communications

 

Wednesday, November 03, 2021

Maybe?

Combine three ingredients: 1. The anti-intellectualism we've been seeing in recent years from Trumpists. 2. Youngkin's deft crafting of a Toni Morrison book into an effective campaign issue about schools (or perhaps race?). 3. “Fahrenheit 451,” the book (and movie).

What do you get? Maybe?
 
First a few attack stunts on what far-right activists see as bad books. Especially the bad school books they don't want their kids to see. Eventually, just random books. Then Libraries. Book stores. Even the Little Libraries out on the street. 
 
Maybe it won't come to that. I hope not. But I remember  when I was a kid and rock 'n' roll records were being burned to protect children's ears. In 1966, John Lennon cracked a joke about fame, essentially offering that the Beatles had gotten to be more popular than Jesus. Well, some people got hot and set fire to piles of Beatles albums.
 
Still, sometimes good things do flow out of what seem like bad things, at the time. Like, what if Youngkin's win in Virginia emboldens a few Republican elected office holders, trying to find the nerve to push away from Trump? Hey, they've just seen Youngkin manage to do it. He walked a tightrope between avoiding Trump, while trying to energize the cult voters rather successfully. 
 
Then that sort of push-off move starts to catch on within Republican ranks as cool ... maybe that would be the start of a good thing?
 
-- Words and art by F.T. Rea
 
-- 30 --

Will Democrats Ever Learn from Mistakes?

The weaknesses Democrats showed in elections in Virginia are current problems, but they really aren't new. Furthermore, saying Glenn Youngkin's victory in Virginia was just because Terry McAuliffe proved to be an ineffective candidate in 2021 just doesn't tell the whole story. 

After all, Democrats also lost seven seats in Virginia's House of Delegates; giving control of that body back to the Republican Party.

Moreover, in New Jersey, Phil Murphy's surprising struggle to win reelection as governor -- in a very blue state! -- suggests the Democrats' problems getting elected this year are more widespread. To say those weaknesses threaten Democrats' prospects in next year's mid-term elections is an understatement.

OK, briefly told, what are the most obvious problems?

  • In Virginia ham-handed messaging played a big role. For instance, Republicans will never stop laughing about McAuliffe's suicidal comment during a debate that sounded like he was opposed to parents having any say-so about what goes on in public schools. 
  • The recurring inability to unify behind the candidates they select and the constant squabbling by stubborn factions within the party at the worst time. (Remember the Bernie-or-Busters of 2016? Hillary Clinton sure does.)
  • Well-meaning progressive Democrats' conviction that since they are always 100 percent right on the issues they care about the most, the electorate will simply see that ... even when those progressives do a poor job of selling their proposals (ideas that I usually like) to the public. So, convinced they are right, they refuse to compromise to actually win on election day. (See the ongoing logjam preventing the timely passing of some popular parts of Biden's Build Back Better agenda in the House of Representatives. Today's progressives don't seem to want to grasp that a lot of Democrats, nationwide, mostly agree with Joe Manchin.)
  • In 2021, without unifying their party, Democrats don't have enough of the electorate on their side to win in many states. 
  • Too many Democrats of all ideological stripes apparently can't learn from having their weaknesses to do with winning elections exposed ... again and again (sigh).       

-- 30 --

Thursday, October 28, 2021

Protect Democracy. Vote.

Yes, I wish the Terry McAuliffe we see on television could relax, catch his breath, and be a little easier to like. Don't know how different he might seem, in person. Haven't met him. But since he served as governor of Virginia for four years we do already know he can manage the store. 

Plus, don't forget, he saved us from Ken Cuccinelli. Remember the obnoxious Republican extremist McAuliffe defeated in the 2013 election? 

The "Cooch," who likes to dance on the edge of seeming to be a crackpot, most recently served in the Trump administration for a couple of years as the Senior Official Performing the Duties of the Deputy Secretary of Homeland Security ... whatever that's supposed to mean. 

This year McAuliffe is facing yet another Trumpist -- Glenn Youngkin. Knowing that Trump has issued a full-throated endorsement of Youngkin, yet another rich guy with no prior experience in government who fancies wielding power, well, that was enough to motivate me to vote early.

During the evening of November 2, I hope to find out that Virginia has continued to stay on the right side of history by once again rejecting right-wing extremism in another statewide election. Toward that end, as their governor Virginians certainly don't need a Trump acolyte, a guy who is willing to peddle the new Lost Cause -- Trump's Big Lie. 

So, to secure our commonwealth, I have voted for the Democratic Party's gubernatorial candidate, Terry McAuliffe. Moreover, this time I voted to protect democracy.     

-- 30 --

Saturday, October 23, 2021

In 2022 There Will Be One Issue: Trump

Say what you will about his many flaws, Trump knows how to get what he wants: Right now, it looks to me like the 2022 elections will be entirely about him and his Trumpists. 

In elections coast-to-coast it will mostly be about standing for or against Donald Trump. Therefore, Republican candidates are going to be forced stand in line to kiss Trump's ass in public every day. Meanwhile, Democrats running for office are surely going to portray Trump as the most revolting and dangerous man ever to live; along the way he's bound to say and do plenty to reinforce that image. 

Either way, whatever genuine issues the candidates might want to talk about, I think the opinion polls will keep telling the campaign strategists that what matters most to most voters, donkeys or elephants, is loving or hating Trump. 

So, there's no question in my mind that Trump is quite pleased that it looks that way, just 10 days before election day 2021. In Virginia, we're probably seeing the most nationalized gubernatorial contest in anyone's memory ... and it's all about Trumpism.  

Monday, October 18, 2021

The Fan City Trivia Card Collection (1984)

 

Note: The Fan City Trivia Card Collection (1984), a set of 12 cards, followed The Brileys later the same year. Like all five of my card sets this one came packaged in a small transparent Ziplock bag. However, after the Brileys series I didn’t include a piece of bubblegum in the package again. 

*

Stemming from The Brileys card set’s notoriety, I was enthusiastic about finding more ways to sell my cartoons directly to the public. As Trivial Pursuit was a popular game then, I decided to see if I could play with that trend.

With my second effort at producing collectible cards, the back of each card had a trivia question. On the reverse side the answer and an illustration appeared. For outlets I used the same network of a dozen or so retailers that I had created to market The Brileys cards.

A year later that same basic list of locations would be what I used to launch The SLANT. The first two issues  in 1985 were 16-pagers that sold for a quarter per copy. But the history of that periodical is fodder for another project. Anyway, here are the questions and answers for Fan City Trivia, along with some of the art:

Card No. 1: At the 1982 "Atomic Cafe" handbill trial, who was the art professor who testified as to the difference between random soup cans on the street and Warhol's art?
Answer: [Jerry] Donato

Card No. 2: What year did the experts change Grace Street to allow for two-way traffic?
Answer: 1981
Card No. 3: On Mar. 19, 1974, Franklin St. was witness to a riot in which 17 were arrested. What campus fad triggered the melee?
Answer: Streaking

Card No. 4: Billy Burke's late-'70s, Kennedy assassination newsletter was named after a place. What was it called?
Answer: The Grassy Knoll Gazette

Card No. 5: Name the [expatriate] jazz guitarist who wrote a song called "Grace Street" and recorded it on the Kicking Mule label.
Answer: Duck Baker

Card No. 6: Name the erstwhile and notorious umpire who called most of the Fan League's softball games in 1977 and hasn't been seen since.
Answer: Leo Koury
Card No. 7: The last Sal Special was burned to a crisp. Name the eatery that served [that signature dish] until a summer blaze in 1983.
Answer: The Capri
Car No. 8: With the heat lightning flashing on a 1970 summer night, Bruce Springsteen’s group knocked ‘em dead on top of a downtown parking deck. Name the band.
Answer: Steel Mill

Card No. 10: Who plays lead guitar (and the sax) for the Memphis Rockabilly Band?
Answer: Bill Coover

Card No. 11: On an Indian Summer day in 1968, the FBI seized a Yippie petition from what Ryland Street head-shop?
Answer: The Liberated Area

Card No. 12: On April 2, 1982, the Cha-Cha headlined a mud-wrestling bout. Name the two contestants.
Answer: Dirtwoman vs. Dickie Disgusting

Card No. 13: Name the fashionable, underground bi-weekly that documented the campus scene of RPI’s last gasp.
Answer: The Sunflower

The Fan City Trivia Card Collection edition didn't take off anything like the previous set had. On top of that, I wasn’t happy with all of the art. Plus, I was pissed off at myself for one particularly grievous careless mistake I had made in the copy -- I spelled “expatriate” wrong.

Such is one of the problems with working alone. This was the beginning of the time in which I came to realize much more fully that having a staff of smart proofreaders, like I had enjoyed all that time at the Biograph, had been more valuable than I had known then. I also realized the overall production had been rushed because I needed money.  

When I stopped selling the Fan City Trivia cards, not all that long after their release, I did so with the idea I would make a few new cards to replace the ones that needed it. Then I would re-release the deck, maybe with a total of 15 cards.

It never happened, but I did recycle two of the same characters into a subsequent edition of cards called SLANT Legends (1993), which was the third of the five sets I have produced.

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Richmond's Handbill War of 1982, or 'that would depend on who tipped the can over'

 

This clipping is from Throttle's July 1982 issue.


In 1982 the City of Richmond tweaked its City Code to crack down on the posting of unauthorized notices on fixtures in the public way. With a particular focus on the Fan District, policemen pulled handbills from utility poles and charged the person(s) they held responsible for posting the flier, and/or whatever entities they determined would benefit from its message, with violating the new statutes. So, in theory, a club owner and a band member could be busted for the same handbill.

On June 28 of that same year, David Stover, a photographer and part-time usher at the Biograph Theatre, admitted in court he had posted a promotional handbill on a utility pole. The General District Court judge, R.W. Duling, ordered him to pay a $25 fine. Stover’s misdemeanor conviction sent a message to his band, The Prevaricators, that they needed to find another way of spreading the word about their gigs.

In the weeks before Stover’s court date others in local bands had been fined for committing the same crime. In the early-'80s Richmond’s live music scene may have been the strongest it had been in decades. The convictions made most clubs and bands suddenly afraid to depend on a what had been a reliable, even essential tool, to promote their shows.

As the manager of the Biograph, I had been using the same sort of handbills on a regular basis for 10 years to promote that repertory cinema’s fare, in particular the midnight shows. In the last few years xerography had made the cost of a short run of little posters much more affordable. 

So, my instincts were to not accept a ban on that integral avenue of promotion without putting up a fight of some sort. It felt to me like the City of Richmond was not only trampling on my freedom of speech rights; it was trying to undermine the Fan District's nightlife scene. Given such thinking, I decided to go on stapling Biograph fliers to preferred utility poles and let the chips fall as they may.

It wasn’t long before a uniformed policeman showed up at the theater with a flier for “The Atomic Café” in hand. That was the movie we were playing at that time. The cop told me he had removed it from a pole in the neighborhood. 

Promptly, I admitted to putting it up. He issued me a summons. It wasn't an unfriendly exchange.

Due to procedural delays, it took over four months for my day in court to arrive. Which was fortunate, because I used that time window to build what would be my case.

*


It seemed to me then that the crackdown, in part, had been spawned in a pool of resentment some property owners in the Fan felt toward VCU’s growing presence. In that time the look associated with punk rock -- how the anti-establishment kids dressed, as well as their art -- was just as off-putting to some cultural conservatives.  The same went for the sound of amplified contemporary music. In a larger sense, it was all part of an all too familiar culture clash, warmed over from the late-'60s.

Consequently, the leaders of the Fan District Association of that era were determined to rid the neighborhood of the handbills that promoted edgy happenings in their Fan District. Prompted by that civic association’s pressure, the City Hall suddenly proclaimed  that outlawing handbills would help with the litter problem in the city.

All of which made me start reading about similar situations in other parts of the country. In particular, cases that involved using fixtures in the public way, such as utility poles, as kiosks. I found some useful precedents that backed up my thinking. Plus, I began to study political art and outlaw art, in general, down through history, with a fresh passion. 

Scheming about how to present my argument in court filled my head for the next four months. First, I wanted the court to see an essential context -- our society tolerates all sorts of signage on utility poles, because the messages are considered useful and the practice works.

Then, I wanted to convince a judge that once you considered all the handbills in the neighborhood around VCU, as a whole, it could be seen as an information system. It was a system that some young people were relying on for useful information, just the same as others might rely on newspapers obtained from a box sitting on public sidewalk. 

After all, what right did the newspaper company have to block any part of the public sidewalk with its box full of information, including a lot of advertising? What allowed for that?

One person might read the entertainment section in a local newspaper. Another person might look to the utility poles in their neighborhood, to read the posters touting live music shows or poetry readings. Some would trust the information found in a newspaper. Others might put more faith in the handbills posted on certain poles they walk past regularly. 

The only reason privately owned utility poles had ever been allowed to impose on public property, in the first place, was that electricity and telephone lines had been seen as serving the commonweal. So, why not use the bottom of the same poles as kiosks?   

Somewhere along the line, I told my bosses it would cost them nothing in legal fees. A couple of my friends who were on the theater's softball team, who were also pretty good lawyers, would handle the defense.


To gather plenty of good examples of handbills to use as evidence, we had an art show at the Biograph (see flier above). On October 5, some 450 fliers, posted on black foam core panels, were hung in the theater’s lobby. In all, there were probably 40 or 45 artists represented. A group of friends acted as impromptu art expert judges to select the best five of the show.

Naturally, there was a keg of beer on hand to grease the wheels of progress.

Two of the handbill art show judges from that night also served as expert witnesses at the trial. They were: Gerald Donato and David Manning White. Donato was an art professor at VCU; White was the retired head of the mass communications department at VCU. The best 100 of the handbills from the show were later taken to court as evidence.

One of Phil Trumbo’s Orthotones (later Orthotonics) handbills was named Best in Show. Most people who knew much about the handbill artists in the Fan probably would have said Trumbo was top dog, so it was a popular decision by the judges.

*

Thus, on November 5, 1982, I witnessed a fascinating scene in which an age-old question — what is art? — was hashed out in front of a patient judge, who seemed to thoroughly enjoy the parade of exhibits and witnesses the defense attorneys put before him. The room was packed with observers, which included plenty of gypsy musicians, film buffs and art students wearing paint-speckled dungarees.

Trumbo testified at the trial as a handbill expert, to explain how to make a handbill and why they were used by promoters of entertainment. He also described how the music and art associated with the bands and clubs were all part of the same scene that flowed out of the neighborhood's university.

My defense attorneys attacked the wording of the city's statute I was charged with violating as “overreaching.” They asserted on my behalf that it was my right to post the handbill, plus the public had a right to see it. The prosecution stuck to its guns and called the handbill, “litter.”

The judge was reminded that history-wise, posters predate newspapers. Furthermore, we asserted that some of the cheaply printed posters, a natural byproduct of having a university with a burgeoning art school in the neighborhood, were worthwhile art.

At a crucial moment Donato was being grilled by the prosecutor. The Assistant Commonwealth’s Attorney, William B. Bray, asked the witness if the humble piece of paper in his hand, the offending handbill, could actually be “art.”

“Probably,” shrugged the prof. “Why not?”

The stubborn prosecutor grumbled, reasserting that it was no better than trash in the gutter. Having grown weary of the artsy, high-brow vernacular being slung around by the witnesses, the prosecutor tried one last time to make Donato look foolish.

As Warhol’s soup cans had just been mentioned by the art expert, the prosecutor asked something like, “If you were in an alley and happened upon a pile of debris spilled out from a tipped-over trashcan, could that display be art, too?”

“Well,” said the artist, pausing momentarily for effect, “that would depend on who tipped the can over.”

Donato’s punch line was perfectly delivered. The courtroom erupted into laughter. Even the judge had to fight off a smile.

The crestfallen prosecutor gave up; he had lost the case. Although I got a kick out of the crack, too, I’ve always thought the City’s mouthpiece missed an opportunity to hit the ball back across the net.

“Sir, let me get this right,” he might have said, “are you saying the difference between art and randomly-strewn garbage is simply a matter of whose hand touched it; that the actual appearance of the objects, taken as a whole, is not the true test? Would you have us believe that without credentials, such as yours, one is ill-equipped to determine the difference ordinary trash and fine art?”

A smarter lawyer might have exploited that angle. Still, the prosecutor’s premise/strategy that an expert witness could be compelled to rise up to brand a handbill for a movie, a green piece of paper with black ink on it, as “un-art” was absurd. So, Donato, who was a wily artist if ever there was one, probably would have one-upped the buttoned-down lawyer, no matter what.

Perhaps the question should not have been — how can you tell fake art from real art? Any town is full of bad art, mediocre art and good art. Name your poison. The better question to ask would be about whether the art is pleasing to the eye, thought-provoking or useful.

Then any viewer can be the expert witness. However, when it comes to great art, maybe it still depends on who tips the can over.

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The next day the story about winning the handbill case was draped stylishly across the top of the front page of the Richmond Times-Dispatch.
‘Atomic Café’ handbill case is still clouded
By Frank Green
Sat., Nov. 6, 1982

Though the case has ended, the fallout from “The Atomic Café” may not be over.

Richmond District Court Judge Jose R. Davila Jr. dismissed a charge yesterday against Terry Rea, the manager of the Biograph Theater, who allegedly posted handbills advertising the movie “The Atomic Café” on some utility poles in the Fan in June…

…The case concerned the seemingly simple issue of the allegedly illegal posting of a handbill. But before it was over, the proceedings touched on topics that included free speech, soup cans, and nuclear energy, and invoked the names of such diverse personalities as Andy Warhol and the city‘s public safety director.

Rea’s attorneys, John G. Colan and Stuart R. Kaplan, argued the city’s ordinance was unconstitutional because it violated Rea’s right of freedom of speech…

…“The city, GRTC, VCU, churches, the Boys Club and all the candidates use the public’s utility poles to post their signs. They know as well as the general public that there is nothing pretty about a naked pole. Handbills pose no danger to anyone. Is free speech only for some?” Rea asked in a handbill he had printed up before yesterday’s trial. 
 
Later that Saturday Richmond’s afternoon daily, the Richmond News Leader, carried this story:
Art or litter? Judge rules handbills not in ‘public way’
by Frank Donnelly
Nov. 6, 1982

One man’s art may be another man’s litter, but the real question was whether it blocks the “public way.”

Terry Rea, manager of the Biograph Theatre in Richmond, was charged in June with obstructing a city sidewalk when he posted handbills on utility poles in the Fan District.

Rea’s attorneys, eliciting testimony on mass media and art from several professors at Virginia Commonwealth University, argued yesterday that the city law limited their client’s freedom of speech.

However, Richmond General District Judge Jose R. Davila, Jr., said the issue came down to whether the posters obstructed the public way, and he ruled that the commonwealth’s attorney’s office failed to prove they did.

Davila dismissed the charge against the manager of the theater but stopped short of finding the city law unconstitutional, which also had been requested by Rea’s attorney’s.

The city now must decide whether to find a better legal argument to defend the city law or to revise it, officials said. The law is used by the police to combat excessive advertising in the public way, which is defined as any place open to the public, such as a street or sidewalk.

“The poles were perfectly clean this morning,” Capt. Robert T. Millikin, Jr., said about the possible impact of the decision. “Between you and me, I don’t know what they’ll [sic] going to look like between now and tonight.”

For the last year, Fan District residents have complained to police about the unsightliness caused by posters on trees and utility poles, Millikin said. The police asked businesses in June to stop posting the handbills and most businesses did so, he said.

Rea said he always has relied on handbills as an inexpensive but effective way to advertise movies at the theater, which specializes in the showing of avant-garde movies. Two weeks later, he was charged with a misdemeanor after posting advertisements for the anti-nuclear power movie, “The Atomic Cafe.”

The manager was charged under a law that states: “It shall be unlawful for any persons to obstruct or use a public way for advertising, promotional or solicitation purposes or for any purpose connected therewith ... by placing attacking [sic] or maintaining a sign on or to a fixture (such as a utility pole) ...”


...David M. White, a former VCU professor of mass communication and author of 20 books on the media, said handbills are a unique form of communication. The theater could advertise in newspapers but the cost was prohibitive, he said.

Jerry Donato, an associate VCU professor of fine arts, said that posters in the Fan District contained both art and messages. “The Atomic Cafe” posters, which contained the slogan, “A hot spot in a Cold War,” criticized the use of nuclear power, he said.

Asked by assistant commonwealth’s attorney William B. Bray whether a bunch of soup cans on the ground is art, Donato replied, “It depends on who arranged them.”

The courtroom, which held about 30 artists and supporters of the theater, erupted into laughter.

Bray said purpose of the statute was to prevent littering but agreed that another reason was to prevent obstruction of the public way. The posting of handbills could block the public way by falling off of a utility pole and causing pedestrians to slip, he said. The posting of the advertisements caused a hardship for the police, which sometimes had to take down the posters, Millikin said...

...Before the trial, Rea had argued, “The handbill posted in the public way is a unique and vital form of communication. Production and distribution is direct, swift and cheap.”

That message was printed on a handbill.
*

Three years later, Richmond once again passed new laws forbidding unauthorized fliers on utility poles. Another crackdown ensued.

This time it spawned a reaction from several of the Fan District’s handbill artists, musicians and promoters -- activists who called themselves the Fan Handbill Association.

Eventually, this issue prompted me to design a two-page, twice-a-week "magazine," SLANT, which was made to be stapled to utility poles. There were cartoons, brief stories and ads. But that’s another story for another day.

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