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What Went Wrong in Cleveland

The late Rabbi Daniel Jeremy Silver, who was the spiritual leader of The Temple, gave a sermon in the mid 1980s that should be well remembered by Clevelanders, especially as the city examines why its population has declined so severely over the years.

It may offer some insight into how Cleveland deteriorated and why. I believe it dissected Cleveland’s downfall and the reasons why the city decayed over the years. It suggests the city suffered the inertia of its past success. I think it also gives us something to think about when we get over-excited about projects – like the East Bank Flats development now and Gateway and other costly developments of the past couple of decades.

Cleveland’s greatness, he tells us, was a “matter of historical accident.” Geography, indeed, played a major component in our growth. It was not planned, nor could have been, I’d say.

Rabbi Silver’s words were taken from a sermon he gave in the mid-1980s. It was given wider exposure in the Cleveland Edition on March 6, 1985, more than 25 years ago. To me it’s as fresh as if it were given yesterday.

His words should receive much wider exposure in this day of the internet. It traces our downfall. It details many of the reasons we have failed.

I was particularly struck by his recitation of an attempt by John D. Rockefeller to finance higher education here and the response he got from Samuel Mather, one of Cleveland’s wealthy leaders of our iron ore and steel industry. Mather told Rockefeller that his children and his friends went to Yale. Cleveland didn’t need a great university. Go elsewhere, he advised Rockefeller. Rockefeller did. He gave the first million dollars to the University of Chicago, setting that university on its way to greatness. Cleveland lost its chance.

Rabbi Silver also told us that “… the future of this city does not depend upon entertainment or excitement….” He goes on: “In real life people ask about the necessities – employment and opportunity – before they ask about lifestyle and leisure-time amenities.” How about that?

Here are his words. This is a first attempt to look at Cleveland’s population losses and its tragic downfall as a leading American city.

I suggest anyone interested in the history of the city to print out Rabbi Silver’s address and keep it to read and re-read. It may be 25 years old but it speaks to us today as we make some of the same mistakes.

I hope to be able to trace some of the city’s decline and its causes as I have seen it from the mid-1960s until the present soon.


What’s Wrong with Cleveland

By Rabbi Daniel Jeremy Silver

Cities grow for practical reasons. Cities grow where there is water and farm land. Cities thrive if they serve a special political or economic need. A city’s wealth and population increase as long as the special circumstance remains. A city becomes a lesser place, settles back into relative obscurity, when circumstances change. Some, like Rome, rise, fall and rise again. Some like Nineveh, rise, fall and are heard of no more.

In this country the larger towns of the colonial period – Boston, Newport, New York, Philadelphia, Baltimore – came into being and grew because they provided safe harbor for the ships that brought goods and colonists to the New World and carried back to Europe our furs and produce. New York continued to grow because it had a harbor and great river, the Hudson, that could carry its commerce hundreds of miles into the hinterland. Newport did not grow because all it had was a landlocked harbor.

Cleveland was founded as another small trading village on Lake Erie. We began to grow because of the decision to make the village the northern terminus of the Ohio Canal. The canal brought the produce of the hinterland to our port and these goods were then shipped on the lakes eastward to the Erie Canal and to the established cities along the eastern seaboard.

In 1840, shortly after the Ohio Canal was opened, there were 17,000 people in our town. We became a city through a second stoke of good fortune: Iron ore was discovered in the Lake Superior region. Because of the canal, this city was the logical place to marry the ore brought by ships from the Messabi Range, the coal brought by barge from the mines of southern Ohio, West Virginia and western Pennsylvania and the limestone brought by wagon and railroad from the Indiana quarries. Here investors built the great blast furnaces that supplied America the steel it needed for industrial expansion. From 1840 to 1870 our population increased tenfold. It is claimed that from 1880 to 1930 we were the fastest growing city in America. By 1930 Cleveland had become America’s sixth city. There was nothing magical about our growth, or really planned. It is a matter of historical accident: the siting of the canal, the discovery of iron ore and the ease of transportation here, the basic materials from which steel is produced.

There is an old Yiddish saying that when a man is wealthy his opinions are always significant and his singing voice is of operatic quality. During the years of rapid growth no one complained about the weather. For most of this period our symphony orchestra was a provincial organization and our art museum was either non-existent or a fledgling operation; yet, no one complained about the lack of cultural amenities. Our ball club wasn’t much better than it is today, but no one was quoted as saying that the town’s future depended on winning a pennant. There was then no domed stadium and no youth culture. Yet, young people of ambition and talent came. They came because there was opportunity here.

Those who believe that the solution to our current faltering status lies in a public relations program to reshape our tarnished image or in the reviving of downtown are barking up the wrong tree. We all welcome the city’s cultural resurgence – that Playhouse Square is being developed and that there is a new Play House – but, ultimately, the future of this city does not depend on entertainment or excitement, but upon economics. In real life people ask about the necessities – employment and opportunity – before they ask about lifestyle or leisure-time amenities.

We grew because we served the nation’s economy. We fell on hard times when the country no longer needed our services or products. Fifty years ago the nation and the world needed the goods we provided. Today the world no longer needs these goods in such quantity, and we can no longer produce our projects at competitive prices.

Once upon a time the steel we forged could be shipped across the country and outsell all competition. Today steel can be brought to west coast ports from Asia and to east coast ports from Europe and sold more cheaply than steel made here. The Steel Age is over and so is the age of the assembly-line factories that used our machine tools. This is the age of electronics and robotics, and these are not the goods in which we specialize.

Cleveland grew steadily until the Depression when, like the rest of the country, it suffered. Unlike many other areas we did not recover our élan after the Depression and World War II. It is not hard to know why. We were a city for the Steel Age. America was entering the High Tech Age. We lacked the plant, the scientific know-how and, sadly, the will to develop new products and new markets. The new age was beginning and the leaders in Cleveland preferred to believe that little had changed. We played the ostrich with predictably disastrous results. The numbers are sobering. The human cost they represented far more so. There were some 300,000 blue-collar jobs in the area by 1970. By 1971 this number had been reduced to 275,000 and by 1983 to 210,000. One in four factory jobs available 15 years ago no longer exists.

Cleveland lacks the two special circumstances that have made for the prosperity of certain American cities in the post-war era: government and advanced technologic research. This has been a time of expanding government bureaucracies and of the transformation of our information and control systems. Silicon Valley is the symbol of the new economy. We are a city of blast furnaces and steel sheds, not sophisticated laboratories.

The years between 1980 and 1982 were a time of national economic stringency, but the number of jobs available in the United States still grew by slightly under 1 percent. In the same period Cleveland lost 50,000 jobs between 1982 and 1984; when there was resurgence in employment levels, Cleveland lost another 30,000 jobs. The census for metropolitan Cleveland indicates that between 1970 and 1980, 168,000 people left the area and that the exodus continues at about the rate of 10,000 a year.

These facts should give pause to anyone who still believes that Cleveland will again become what Cleveland was a half-century ago. The numbers are sometimes rationalized as the result of the elderly leaving for warmer climates and a falling birth rate. These are factors, but the heart of the exodus has been our children. Our young, excited by new ideas, believe that another market will offer more opportunity or that their professional careers will be enhanced if they settle elsewhere.

Why has this happened to Cleveland?

Labor blames management. Management did not reinvest in new plant and equipment or research. When local corporations expanded into electronics, they generally built plants elsewhere. Management blames high labor costs and low labor productivity. Both groups are right, but in the final analysis, whatever the mistakes our political, business and labor leaders make, these alone do not account for Cleveland’s slide. Had there been fewer mistakes this town would still be suffering a serious economic downturn. We no longer are in the right place with the right stuff. (My emphasis.)

Our inability to adjust to a new set of circumstances is the inevitable result of a prevailing state of mind that can only be called provincial. Over the years Cleveland has been comfortable, conservative and self-satisfied. Clevelanders believed, because they wanted to believe, that what was would always be. Those who raised question were politely heard but not listened to. The city fathers set little value on new ideas, or indeed, on the mind. Business did not encourage research. Our universities were kept on meager rations. I know of no other major American city which has such a meager academic base.

A vignette: In the mid-1880s, John D. Rockefeller, then in the first flush of his success, went to see the town’s patriarch, Samuel Mather. He wanted to talk to Mather about Western Reserve College. Rockefeller believed that his hometown should have a great university. He knew that Mather was proud of Western Reserve and each year made up from his own pocketbook any small deficit. But Western Reserve College was small potatoes and Rockefeller proposed that the leadership of Cleveland pool its resources and turn the school into a first-line university. Mr. Mather was satisfied with Western Reserve Academy. It was just fine for Cleveland. He and those close to him sent their sons and their grandsons to Yale for a real education. He listened to Rockefeller, thanked him for his interest and suggested that he might take his dream somewhere else. John D. took his advice and in 1890 gave the first million dollars to the University of Chicago, a grant that set that university on its way to become what Western Reserve University is not – one of the first-rank universities in the country.

The same attitude of provincial self-satisfaction was to be found among our public officials. At the turn of the century we were certainly the dominate political force in the state; yet, when Ohio’s public university system began to expand, no one had the vision to propose establishing a major urban university in Cleveland whose research facilities would concern themselves with the problems of the city, its people and its industry. Again, in the 1950s, during the second period of major expansion by the state university system, Cleveland showed little interest. I am told that at first the town fathers actually opposed the establishment of Cleveland State University. They came around, of course, but ours is still one of the branches with the least research potential and fewest laboratories. Even today much of what it does is limited to the retraining of those who came out of our city schools and to the training of those who will occupy third-level jobs in the electronic and computer world. Change is in the air. Our universities are struggling to come of age, but a half century, at least, has been lost because Cleveland did not prize one of God’s most precious gifts – the mind.

Some argue that those who ran Cleveland limited their academic community because they did not want an intelligentsia to develop here. Academics and writers have a well-known propensity for promoting disturbing economic and political ideas. The comfortable and complacent do not want their attitudes questioned, but Cleveland’s lack of interest in ideas extended beyond political conservatism. Our leaders do not subsidize research and development in their corporations or in the university. Case was not heavily funded for basic research. Instead, it was encouraged to provide the training for mechanical and electrical engineers, the middle-level people needed by the corporations. It is only in the years of economic decline that our business leadership has begun to provide money for the research that ultimately creates new business opportunities and provides new employment.

Cleveland did not, however, fall behind in one area of technology: medical research. If the city fathers believed that the Steel Age would last forever, that real education took place back East and that it was wise and proper for them to look for investment opportunities elsewhere, they still lived here and the made sure that first-rate health care was available. Our hospitals have been well-financed. Medical research has been promoted. Such research was valuable and non-controversial, and the results of this continuing investment are clear. The medical field has been the one bright spot in an otherwise gloomy economic picture. Our hospitals are renowned worldwide. The research being done here is state-of-the-art. Recently the medical industry has come on straitened times, be even so, the gains are there and it is not hard to see what might have happened in other areas had our investment in ideas and idea people been significant and sustained.

Cleveland majored in conventional decency rather than in critical thinking. Our town has a well deserved reputation in the areas of social welfare and private philanthropy. Social work here has been of a high order. Until World War II the city had one of the finest public school systems in the country. We were concerned with the three Rs, but research goes beyond the three Rs. We never made the leap of intellect and investment that is required when you accept the fact that the pace of change in our world is such that yesterday is the distant past and tomorrow will be a different world.

We have fallen lengths and decades behind cities whose leaders invested money, time and human resources in preparing for the 21st Century. They broke new ground and laid foundations for change. We stayed with the familiar. As long as the economy depended upon machines and those who could tinker with machines, Cleveland did well. But when it was no longer a question of having competent mechanics retool for the next year’s production but a question of devising entirely new means of production, we could no longer compete. To a large extent, we still cannot.

In recent years Cleveland’s industrial leadership seems to have come awake to our mind and research gap, but the CEOs of the major corporations no longer have the power to singlehandedly make over the economy. In the High Tech Age, the factory that employs thousands of people is no longer the dominate force. Three out of every four jobs that have been created over the past decade have developed in businesses that are either brand new or employ fewer than 100 people. Those who lead old-time production line corporations struggle not to fall further and further behind and are an unlikely source of jobs.

Another problem has been that for decades the major banks were not eager to support bright, young outsiders who had drive and an idea but little ready cash. We all know people who went to our banks, were turned down, left town and set up successful businesses elsewhere. The officers of our lending institutions preached free enterprise and entrepreneurship, but most of their loans were to the stable, old-line corporations. For all their praise of capitalism, they were not risk takers. New business formation here has lagged behind that in most other cities. The birth of new business in Cleveland over the past three decades has been about 25 percent lower than the rate of new-business birth in other second-tier cities. Despite a new openness at the banks, we continue to trail. Catch-up takes a long time.

Cleveland’s business leadership has become aware of the need for research and development and of the need to stake bright young men and women who have ideas and are willing to risk their best efforts to make these successful; but even as we come alive to the importance of the inquiring mind and the risk takers of the academy and the research laboratory, we must recognize that Cleveland has a special albatross about its neck; Cleveland is not a city. There are over 30 self-governing districts in Cuyahoga County. There are over 100 self-governing communities in the metropolitan area. What we call Cleveland is an accumulation of competing fiefdoms.

This sad situation is also a result of our parochial outlook and our unwillingness to look ahead. It is easier to let each group draw into itself than to work out ways to adjust competing needs and interests. The result is a diminished city. There were 970,000 residents of the city in 1945; there are 520,000 today (My note: Try 396,815 as of 2010). Only one in four Clevelanders live within the metropolitan area. The economic gap and the gap of understanding between the suburbs and the city and between suburb and suburb has widened, not narrowed, over the years.

Those who live here lack of shared agenda because we have allowed each area to go its own way and seek its special advantage. Some of our fiefdoms are run simply for the benefit of their traffic courts. Others are run for the benefit of white or black power groups. Some exist to protect the genteel ways of an America that no longer exists. Each is prepared to put obstacles in the way of community planning when a proposal threatens its attitudes or interests.

Do you remember those small groups of white and blacks that used to meet on the High Level Bridge to signify that we were really one city? Their tiny numbers, the very fact that their actions were seen as symbolic, underscored how far we have moved away from each other. To be sure, Clevelanders meet together in non-political forums where we profess infinite good will and talk of shared goals, but the talk rarely leads to decisive actions. Why? We lack a political area where our needs are necessarily brought forward and brokered. We lack a political structure that would force us to adjust our interests and develop an agenda to which we could commit ourselves, and until such a structure is in place we will not be able to marshal the shared purpose.

When suburbanites look at the problem of the city, they tend to focus on the long-range economic problems: how to create jobs and prosperity. Any who live in the city have no work in the city or outside it. Their problem is not how we can, over a 5-year period, establish X number of new businesses that will provide X number of new jobs, but how to keep body and soul together; how to provide food, clothing and shelter for their families. We do not see the immediacy of their needs. They do not see the wisdom of our plans, and inevitably we frustrate each other’s hopes. The suburbs mumble about their particular concerns and the community stumbles into a future for which it cannot plan.

In 1924 the citizens of Lakewood and West Park voted on a proposal to annex their communities to the city of Cleveland. That proposal was defeated soundly. Since then every proposal to create countywide government has failed and failed badly. Yet it should be clear to all that only when we succeed in becoming citizens of a single community will we be able to do much about our economy and our future.

Because the city’s concerns stop at the borders, its ability to handle the future stops at its borders. The same is, of course, true of the suburbs. In Columbus the city grew by annexing to itself the farm land on which the commercial parks and the new suburbs were built. In Cleveland we went the other way; today you could do some large-scale farming within the city limits.

Will we confront this structural challenge and create metropolitan government? I see little reason to believe that we will. Our history has, if anything, intensified racial and class polarization. If we become a unified city, every group and municipality will lose some precious advantage. I can’t imagine the citizens of Moreland Hills wanting to throw in their lot with the citizens of Hough. Many minorities would lose their power base. The suburbs would no longer be able to provide services tailored to the middle class and would have to bear an expensive welfare load. Yet, until we unite politically we will be unable to address effectively the needs of Cleveland tomorrow. We simply cannot plan constructively so long as members of our many councils are able to thwart well-intentioned proposals.

Recent years have been better years for this city. There has been significant construction downtown. The highway system is in place. We have created regional transport, regional hospitals, and a regional sewage system. But big buildings downtown do not guarantee the city’s future. Big buildings can be empty buildings, as some of them are. Regional transport can mean empty buses. The future of Cleveland rests first on a revived economy. A revived economy depends upon bright people and new ideas. People do not get ideas out of the air. Ideas begin in our schools, universities and laboratories. High-quality education is costly. The future for Cleveland cannot be bought cheaply.

A meaningful future depends upon a new recognition of where a city’s strength lies. It’s nice that our suburbs are famous for their green lawns and lovely homes. It’s nice that everybody agrees that Cleveland is a wonderful place to raise children. It’s a wonderful place to raise children if you don’t want your children to live near you when they become adults. As things stand now, they will make their futures elsewhere. Our suburbs are the result of yesterday’s prosperity. Employment and political unity must be today’s goals if we are to have a satisfying future.

Unfortunately, we did not prepare in the fat years for a time when we no longer could take advantage of the circumstances that had made us prosperous. Those who study such things say that if the American economy stays healthy and the formation of new businesses in Cleveland continues at its present rate, we will be fortunate if in 1990 we have the same number of jobs we had in 1970.

Our future is to be a second-tier city. I do not find that such a discouraging prospect. A prosperous city of two million can be a satisfying place and can provide many amenities. But before we can feel sure even of a second-tier status, we must develop a new economic base and a renewed concern for community. We need to reevaluate our attitudes toward the mind. It is tragic that one in two who enter the city schools never graduate.

Of those who graduate – the best – who enroll in Cleveland State University, 51 percent need remedial work in mathematics; 62 percent need remedial work in English. Half the city’s children do not graduate from high school. More than half who graduate are not prepared for this world. Is this any way to prepare for the 21st Century?

When the rabbis were asked “who is the happy man?” they answered, “the person who is happy with his own lot.” The question that Clevelanders must ask is whether we can be happy even if we are not now, and will not become again, one of the premier cities in the country. The answer seems to me obvious. We can. But even the modest hope will escape us unless we put behind us the stand-patism that has characterized our past. We must put our minds and imaginations to work in planning for an economy and a community suited to the world of tomorrow.


Roldo Bartimole celebrates 50 years of news reporting this year. He published and wrote Point of View, a newsletter about Cleveland, for 32 years. He worked for the Plain Dealer and Wall Street Journal in the 1960s.

He was a 2004 Cleveland Journalism Hall of Fame recipient and won the national Joe Callaway Award for Civic Courage in 1991.

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Cleveland: Among best cities for homebuyers

Buy a house in Cleveland. Why? Well, besides that it now costs about 24% less to buy in Cleveland than it does to rent, Fortune Magazine named Cleveland one of the 10 Best Cities for Home Buyers. So, if you’re in the market to buy a home, you’re in luck.

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Wahoo Resigns Over Rampant Consumerism


“I Will Shill No More Forever”
Wahoo Resigns Over Rampant Consumerism


This is the story I had hoped I’d never have to write but somehow, in the back of my mind, knew I would one day need to. I had interviewed the Cleveland Indians’ logo known as Chief Wahoo back in January and had found — instead of the air-headed huckster I had expected — a somewhat complex, philosophical pitchman whose at times brooding ruminations were in stark contrast to his perpetually over-toothed grin.

At that time, warehoused in his modestly appointed digs and back-dropped by a picture of his hero Speedy Alka-Seltzer, Wahoo joked about the Indians mascot Slider getting too big for his britches; pointed out that kids should remember that he was a logo not a role model; denied the inflammatory charges in the recently published unauthorized biography, “Only the Feather was Straight”; stressed that he was in total sympathy with Native Americans who found his image offensive; and glibly shrugged off rumors of his imminent retirement by saying, “Biology is destiny. I wasn’t drawn to quit.”

These brave words are the ones that stayed with me over the past two months as I heard the whispers about Wahoo appearing to be despondent while marketing in public. But much more troubling were the non-stop rumors that he had become increasingly isolated and was about to resign his position as one of the nation’s most enduring sports logos. Sadly, those rumors proved to be true and by the time you read this, Wahoo will have officially submitted his resignation, effective April 1.

When I called last week to ask why, he said he would send a written explanation to me. A few days ago a package was delivered to my office, wrapped in a yellowed 1950s Sears Catalog shell and bearing Wahoo’s frayed image along with a note leaving it up to me to decide whether or not to make it public. After reading through the tortured, yet inspired, ramblings and musing over questions of journalistic ethics versus societal responsibility, I concluded that I owed it to the community to at least excerpt its contents in the hopes of capturing the essence of its message. Why? Because all of us need to hear what this logo has to say about where we are as a people.

Opening with the defiant cry “I will shill no more forever,” the document is a scathing indictment of the merchandising of America and the marketing of innocence. It is, indeed, profoundly disturbing but it burns with an almost biblical righteousness and brims with the kind of heaping rage that helped Samson, eyeless in Gaza, tear down the pillars. Few are spared Wahoo’s wrath: the players, the owners, the fans, the pro- and anti-Wahoo protesters and all who live and breathe by the motto, “I buy and sell, therefore I am.” But Wahoo is no hypocrite and his harshest criticisms are most often reserved for himself.

Yet, commingled with anger, there’s the poignancy of a figure, not unlike the Velveteen Rabbit, who, though inanimate, somehow learned what it meant to be loved and now is trying to learn how to cope with having lost the capacity to love himself. So when Wahoo rails so achingly about the bottom-line mentality of the world he never asked to be sketched into, what comes through loud and clear is not pure bitterness, but the hint of a broken heart.

However, make no mistake, buried knee deep in the wounded Wahoo is white hot fury, mostly directed at his and his fellow logos’ bosses, the team owners: “I’ve seen all of their tricks: emitting a self-important glow at cocktail parties; knowing exactly what to do with your hands in a sky box; standing, just so, in a late autumn locker room while a few great athletes pretend you’re one of the guys; and, most contemptibly, saying with a perfectly straight face that baseball’s unique anti-trust exemption, which their robber baron predecessors jimmied through Congress way back when, is not a welfare program for the already wealthy.

“During several strikes and work stoppages over the past few decades I watched this group of economic royalists dragged kicking and screaming to the bargaining table. I’ve seen them promise not to collude, but do so anyway. I’ve seen them swear to pull in the reins on salaries but slit each other’s throat whenever possible. I’ve seen them agree to arbitration and free agent restructuring, then whine that they couldn’t live with the agreements. I’ve seen mega-rich clubs hide profits in order to qualify for stadium subsidies. And day in and day out I’ve also seen, in my mind’s eye, their grotesque cash vaults bulge each time some tacky item — slicked up with a logo like me on it — got run through the take out scanner. And God forgive me, I never spoke up. All those years, I just kept grinning. All those times being taxed, wrapped and shopping-bagged out the door, I remained mute. But no more.”

Under the heading “Reality Check,” Wahoo turns his rapier wit on those fans who are obsessed with baseball or other sports and continue to be surprised when they are revealed to be businesses, instructing these naive folks to “Wake up and smell the overpriced Progressive Field coffee,” and bitterly referring to them as “the real losers” if they chose to “lay on the couch, wallowing in resentment over a game instead of really looking at and listening to those closest to them.”

In one of the more provocative passages Wahoo discusses at length his feelings about the controversy as to whether or not his image is racist and admits to at one time contemplating logocide after witnessing a particularly nasty exchange in which a protesting Native American was humiliated by two guys wearing Toby Keith T-shirts. While admitting that if it were possible he would opt for his own extinction because he knows his image is a racist one and deeply hurts certain people, still he tenders rather surprising words for some of those whose cause he so vigorously supports:

“Emerson wrote, in reaction to his New England neighbors’ outrage over Caribbean slave trade, ‘Thy love afar is spite at home.’ And that’s the only thing I see when a righteously indignant Wahoo protester screams denunciation at young couples with small kids in Wahoo caps. It’s ugly and it’s verbal assault and somebody should be reprimanded, no matter how much people believe their victimization or that of those they claim to champion exempts them from the rules of decency.”

In this troubling treatise Wahoo is revealed as part philosopher and part dreamer. But he is all logo and this cold, hard fact is at the core of his disenchantment and fuels his anger. For if nothing else this text is a biting commentary on the corrupt culture of consumerism and how it dominates our existence. “Don’t you see,” Wahoo practically wails near the end, “it doesn’t have anything to do with baseball, or fathers and sons or fields of dreams or purple mountain majesties or spring trainings or classic falls. The only thing it’s about is ‘Got Game?’ or the ‘Just Do It’ swoosh, or having ‘No Fear’ or whatever simple-minded mumbo-jumbo slogan that can produce filthy lucre.

“Don’t you see, it doesn’t have anything to do with singling out Native Americans, either. That’s just a diversion so we stop caring about the profit-driven debasement of everything, including scores of other human-depicting logos like the Demon Deacons, Cowboys, Raiders, Mets, Mariners, Midshipmen, Trojans, Spartans, Fighting Irish, Packers, Boilermakers, Mavericks, Hoosiers, Ragin’ Cajuns, Vikings, Yankees, Rebels, Twins, 49ers, Buccaneers, Minutemen, Patriots, Black Knights of the Hudson, Pirates, Hilltoppers and Cornhuskers and so many more who, like me, are cursed to perpetually smile or frown or menace or wink or look goofy or tough or sexy or fearless. But always and forever to have a price branded on their heads — a price all of you seem forever willing to pay.

“No more … please.”

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Larry Durstin is an independent journalist who has covered politics and sports for a variety of publications and websites over the past 20 years. He was the founding editor of the Cleveland Tab and an associate editor at the Cleveland Free Times. Durstin has won 12 Ohio Excellence in Journalism awards, including six first places in six different writing categories. LarryDurstinATyahoo.com

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Lakewood’s new Latin American supermarket

La Plaza Supermarket recently opened in Lakewood. This market’s shelves are stocked with hard-to-find Latin American products, along with an impressive supply of fruits & veggies. La Plaza is located at 13609 Lakewood Heights Blvd. They are open Mon – Sat 8AM – 10PM and Sun 8AM – 8PM. Call 216.476.8000.

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MANSFIELD: The Plot “Sickens” – Part Two of a Continuing Series

The Plot “Sickens”
Part Two of a Continuing Series

Defense lawyers for the four officers accused of beating Edward Henderson — a mentally ill man — on New Year’s Day have a duty to zealously defend their clients; their code of ethical conduct demands no less. Therefore it was of little surprise when one of them tried to use the “dog ate my homework” excuse.

When the question of why none of the officers made out a “use of force” form as all officers are required to do in every instance where force is used, one of the attorneys came up with the novel excuse that his client thought that surely another officer had filled out the form for his client. Uh, sorry counselor, but that dog just won’t hunt.

Maybe he can try this one: “My client saw this poor man lying handcuffed on the ground and as he was rushing to help him, his foot slipped on the grass, and that’s why it appears on the video that he’s using the man’s head for a football.” Excuse my attempt at levity, but sometimes when the truth is too brutal to face we humans sometimes make jokes to preserve our sanity.

Unfortunately for these lawyers (and their clients) there’s going to be many more questions — many of them much more pointed and harder — once the video of the beating is released. They (and we) might as well get braced for the storm of national negative media attention that’s surely going to descend on Cleveland once the public views them… I’ve heard the images really are that bad.

What’s a lawyer to do? Well, we can expect them to take a page from the Steve Loomis playbook and attempt to demonize the victim by turning him into the dangerous aggressor. You know, a mentally ill man who takes his own head and, while handcuffed on the ground, violently slams it into the boot of a police officer… hey, that’s a felony one, isn’t it?

For those of you not old enough to recall, Willie Horton (a mythical, made up character, by the way) was, according to one website, “a convicted felon who, while serving a life sentence for murder, without the possibility of parole, was the beneficiary of a Massachusetts weekend furlough program. He did not return from his furlough, and ultimately he committed assault, armed robbery and rape. A political advertisement in support of the candidacy of George H.W. Bush during the 1988 U.S. Presidential race was critical of the Democratic nominee, Massachusetts Governor Michael Dukakis, for his support of the program.” Willie Horton thus became part of American political history… but the fact is, Willie Horton never existed. William Horton was the man who committed the heinous deeds, but Bush’s political advisors felt that “William” wasn’t scary enough, so they renamed him “Willie,” giving the man a name he never used. But it worked.

Fast forward to Cleveland, 2011. Lacking any viable defense for the alleged actions of the four police officers, the strategy just might be to “Willie Hortonize” the alleged victim, Edward Henderson. Turn him into a crazed black monster that police had no choice, and every right, to brutalize to keep the good, decent and honest citizens of Cleveland safe.

Left with no logical defense for the alleged brutal actions of four officers captured on the thermal imaging video (their faces cannot be seen), the lawyers are going to first ask, “How can you prove it was my client that was administering the beating?” Then, when that doesn’t get them off, they’re going to attempt to poison the jury pool by strongly suggesting (as the defense did in the Rodney King case) that good, upstanding white jurors should be pinning medals on these “brave” men, rather than convicting them of a crime. Yeah, we’ve seen this movie before, and the ending was real ugly.

The sad thing about America is that some people in this country love the police more than they love justice — they are fools; others fear the police more than they love justice — they are weaklings; still others are stuck in a racist past that blots out any notions of fair play when the victim is of another race — and they are simpletons, cowards, and un-American to boot.

From Cool Cleveland correspondent Mansfield B. Frazier mansfieldfATgmail.com. Frazier’s From Behind The Wall: Commentary on Crime, Punishment, Race and the Underclass by a Prison Inmate is available again in hardback. Snag your copy and have it signed by the author by visiting http://www.neighborhoodsolutionsinc.com.

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LoveMuffinPalooza 2011

Thu 3/31 – Sat 4/2

Ohio-based label LoveMuffin Records is hosting a music bash. The schedule:

Thu 3/31 will be folk/americana/singer-songwriter night at the Barking Spider and will feature Darius Monsoon, Mallory San Marco, Aeric Lee, Xela and Open Range Torch Songs.

Fri 4/1 will be punk/hard rock night at the Symposium and will feature The Darker Shore, Jason & The Fossils, Skychief and Xtra Crispy.

Sat 4/2 will close out the festival with blues and rock bands at Wilberts featuring Dan McCoy & The Standing 8’s, The Flavor, Jane Dough and the Jack Fords [pictured].

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REVIEW: Don Giovanni – Cle Orchestra @ Severance 3/22/11

Don Giovanni – Cleveland Orchestra @ Severance Hall 3/22/11

Don Giovanni is the biggest “bad boy” of the opera world, and rightfully gets his comeuppance at the end of Mozart’s monumental opera of the same name. (At least this happens in most productions, anyway.) British baritone Simon Keenlyside made his American debut in the title role with the Cleveland Orchestra this week, and if all Dons were performed in such a seductive, playful and athletic manner as this, one could hardly blame those directors who wouldn’t like to see him done in by anyone, especially an irate father such as the Commendatore.

In this production, originally staged by the Zurich Opera, and marvelously conducted by Music Director Franz Welser-Möst, the Don meets his match in the Zerlina of soprano Martina Janková, who provides a new definition of “endearing goofiness.” It’s almost unfair to single out these two singers, as all the principals were excellent.

Cleveland favorite, soprano Malin Hartelius, demonstrated why she holds this position, in her multi-faceted portrayal of the hopelessly-in-love-with-the-scoundrel Donna Elvira. Of course she knows better, but in the face of such charming insouciance, how can she resist? Baritone Ruben Drole excelled as Leporello, no matter if he was servant or pretend-master. Ohio-born tenor Shawn Mathey portrayed Don Ottavio in a more stalwart manner than the usual, and his patience with his beloved seemed perfectly natural for his character. Although her voice in the coloratura and more florid soprano arias was more than up to the job, Eva Mei’s Donna Anna at times seemed somewhat hesitant, as if unaccustomed to the stage. As Zerlina’s much put-upon fiancé, Masetto, bass Reinhard Mayr was suitably frustrated throughout, while bass-baritone Alfred Muff sang his few lines of The Commendatore with authority and dignity.

Of course, opera is more than the voices, although it certainly fails or succeeds because of them, but in this instance, there could hardly be any complaints at all, other than the somewhat strange matter of the Commendatore, about which more later. Singers from the Cleveland Orchestra Chorus (prepared by Director of Choruses Robert Porco) and members of Verb Ballets were wonderful as townfolk, party guests and servants. The dancing was an especially important part of this production, and the addition of Verb was fabulous in this regard. Choreography was by Stefano Giannetti.

The art deco set, designed by Rolf Glittenberg, besides being gorgeous, utilized the stage space at Severance Hall about as well as any of the operas have done so far. Actually, the scenery here (by John S. Bukala) was mostly a batch of sofas in various configurations, plus a movable bar and a few chairs here and there. There was also a full-height curtain about mid-way that made its sinuous way from one side of the stage to the other when required to block off the rear portion for other changes. Zurich stage director Sven-Eric Bechtolf’s plan, executed in Cleveland by Julia Mathes, used the entire stage area, plus the apron and wings to tell the story, and the action flowed beautifully, no matter where it went.

The modern day costumes by Marianne Glittenberg were mostly in shades of black and white with an occasional touch of burgundy or a floral print using those colors. The men were mostly in tuxes of white or black, while the women wore full-skirted halter-top dresses. It was all entirely colorful and gorgeous, highlighted by the skillful lighting of Christopher Shick, based on the original by Jürgen Hoffmann.

The only element that didn’t work for me was the statue of the Commendatore. Rather than a full-size or even somewhat representative work, it was instead a primitive sort of wooden thing easily carried around the stage at various times. Hard to imagine the full-sized Commendatore appearing out of it. This also affected the final scene where the Commendatore comes to dinner. He did sit up to sing one time, but mostly just laid on the bier, where he was attended by the silent actress Sheffia Dooley. The opera was sung in Italian with projected English supertitles.

The orchestra was its usual silken self, sending some players on stage for the stage band in the first act party scene, while violinist Mark Dumm traded instruments for the mandolin solo late in the second. Throughout, Enrico Cacciari provided continuo on the fortepiano.

Sunday afternoon’s performance ( Sun 3/27) will be broadcast live on WCLV-FM (104.9) beginning at 1 pm. The rebroadcast will be Sat 5/21, also at 1 pm. For complete details, or to inquire about available tickets, visit the website: http://www.ClevelandOrchestra.com or call the ticket office at 216.231.1111. Go here for a slideshow of the production: http://www.ClevelandOrchestraBlog.com/2011/03/don-giovanni-photos.html.

[Photo by Roger Mastroianni]


From Cool Cleveland contributor Kelly Ferjutz, who writes: My most recently published book is Ardenwycke Unveiled (e-book and trade paper). Cerridwen has another contemporary romance from me, But Not For Love, currently available only as an e-book, but perhaps will be in print later this year. I hope to soon get around to completing some of the 30+ incomplete books in my computer!

Actually, I’ve just re-issued my very first published book (from Berkley in NY 1993) Secret Shores which is available now in print, plus print and as a Kindle.

By the way, Cerridwen has also accepted two of my short stories in their Scintillating Samples (complimentary reads) area: Song of the Swan and Unexpected Comfort. I love photography as well, as you can see here. Occasionally I teach writing workshops and sometimes do editing or ghostwriting on a free-lance basis. But over and above everything else, there’s always been the writing. I can’t imagine my life without it.

And now, after more than a few requests, I’ve started a blog about writing. You can find it here.

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The highway that won’t go away

Remember the plans to transform Rt-2 from a highway into a tree-lined boulevard? Well, those plans have been adjusted and it looks like… we’re getting a slightly better looking highway. Pedestrians and people who want to take adavntage of that big wet thing to the north will be the losers here. Cars will prevail.

Check out Streetsblog Capitol Hill for perspective on the whole ordeal. Read ‘Highway Removal’ Project in Cleveland Looks an Awful Lot Like a Highway.

Also, Lakewood has shelved its plans to re-design Clifton Blvd.

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Dinosaurs Alive! Ahhh!

Now playing through Thu 4/7

Any kid (4 years and up) would love to see dinosaurs on the big screen. And an IMAX screen is even better. Check out the film Dinosaurs Alive! now playing at Great Lakes Science Center’s OMNIMAX Theater. About: “Witness the earliest creatures of the Triassic Period and the monster of the Cretaceous on the GIANT screen. Join paleontologists as they discover new fossils and uncover proof that dinosaur descendants are still among us.”

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CD REVIEW: Stoned by Magic

CD REVIEW: Stoned by Magic EP
Stoned by Magic

“Three songs? That’s IT!?” you cry. Don’t worry; Stoned by Magic is there for you. Their self-titled EP came out last fall — their first structured release, as the previous three have all been improv. It’s short, but the EP encompasses what they are setting out to do for music. Three songs wrapped in swaddling lo-fi production breathe the efforts of the three Clevelanders Michele McBride, Robert O’Lexa and Scott Pickering. They’re bringing it directly to you at an 8:30PM show on Fri 4/1 at the Beachland Tavern.

The major selling point in the EP is about three minutes and twenty-two seconds into the song “Muerte” – where the coarse vocals lead into a grand finale whistling solo. The songs each have a very tangible quality to them, wrapped overall in a dark sound and dark emotions. It’s difficult to decide what the specific motivational issues are behind each song, especially with the rough production blocking articulation, but the mood and emotions are clearly conveyed.

Melody-wise, the songs have a poppy beat, but maintain the indie/garage appeal. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t catch myself humming guitar riffs after the fact. There was nothing overwhelmingly complex about the music behind the songs, but it flowed well song to song, the smooth transitions most likely stemming from the band’s love of jam sessions. The overall sound of the EP doesn’t change much on a song to song basis; good background music for a rainy day (Cleveland day? Every day?).

The band is currently working on new material, aiming to keep the rougher feel while still improving the production quality of the album.

Your best chance to catch some of these newer tunes, if you’re not familiar with the interweb and http://MySpace.com/stonedbymagic, would be to check out their show Fri 4/1 at the Beachland Tavern. This show is FREE and features Cleveland friends Sun Spots, Forgotten Souls of Antiquity and the May Company.

In a band/know a band/see a band? Email Laurie at ClevelandSoundsATgmail.com!


Laurie Wanninger is a Cleveland convert, having lived in Pittsburgh for 20 years. After attending John Carroll University, she was sold on the city and now lives, works and breathes Cleveland. Spare time is spent DJing Music for Your Laundry List at WJCU 88.7, bicycling, going to local concerts and dreaming of microbrews and National Parks.


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