Manic Media’s Cheap Shot On Dean

If Dr. Howard Dean doesn’t become the Democratic Party’s presidential nominee, there will be ample reasons to cite. But one of them shouldn’t be his “I Have a Scream” speech after his loss in the Iowa caucus to Sen. John Kerry. It was much ado about nothing more than throwing some rhetorical red meat to a bunch of 20-something volunteers who were feeling disappointed.

The media characterized it as a “rant,” a “primal scream” and a “manic outburst.” And everyone, including Dean, agreed it wasn’t “presidential.” The tape played as a continuous loop till the New Hampshire primary. It became a running joke with late-night comics.

But as ABC reported a week later, Dean’s hand-held microphone distorted his delivery to those watching the video by eliminating most of the raucous crowd noise. It was that din that Dean was trying to yell above.

More to the point, if Dean’s loud exhortation was so unpresidential, what does that make much of the demeanor of George W. Bush? Remember candidate campaign references to “Grecians?” Or misplaced, “Bring it on” bravado aimed at Iraqi insurgents — who continue to do just that.

No Deppth In Johnny’s Pirate Role

I tend to pay as much attention to Oscar nominations as I do the NBA, but even this one jumped out at me. Best Actor: Johnny Depp, “Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl.” Depp shuffled and slurred his way through the role as an (acknowledged) Keith Richards knock off. Keith Richards — even at his dissipated worst — had to be embarrassed, if not the Academy Awards.

It Takes A Village Commitment

Tampa’s Old Hyde Park Village could define marketplace “resilience.” From the get-go.

In the early 1980s, Canadian developer Amlea met considerable local resistance about shoe-horning a shopping village — with parking garages — into the upscale, history-steeped, South Tampa neighborhood. Town homes above boutique retail weren’t seen by all as the vanguard of “new urbanism.” More like the “Amleaville Horror,” to quote more vocal critics.

Eventually the Village survived — and thrived as a neighborhood amenity and regional shopping option featuring specialty retail, popular restaurants, outdoor ambience and a dearth of teenagers.

Fast forward to more recent times. The Village is now owned by Washington, D.C.-based Madison Marquette Realty Services.

In the last four years, some 3 million square feet of retail has been added to the marketplace, including International Plaza, Westfield Shoppingtown Citrus Park, Channelside, Centro Ybor, an expanded WestShore Plaza and even Baywalk in St. Petersburg. Some malls brought in retailers, such as Pottery Barn, Sharper Image and Williams-Sonoma, which eliminated the Village’s regional exclusivity. Then there was economic turbulence and the aftershocks of Sept. 11. Stalwart stores such as The Gap and Banana Republic left — as did the Cactus Club restaurant.

In the aftermath of anchor tenant Jacobson’s departure two years ago and AMC-7 Theaters last year, local Cassandras had a field day with doom-and-gloom scenarios.

Not among them: Madison Marquette.

“We are proud to be owners of the project,” says Craig Estrem, COO of Madison Marquette. “Even in the very competitive Tampa retail market, the Village stands out as the only upscale shopping destination that appeals to residents and visitors alike.”

Indeed, with the city increasingly wooing conventioneers, visitor attractions have become a key recruiting gambit. So much so that the city is helping expedite the re-routing of the (rubber-wheeled) Uptown Downtown Connector to the Village. Moreover, look for traffic-calming devices on Swann Avenue and more on-street Village parking later in the year.

According to the Village’s general manager, Pat Westerhouse, the overall strategy is one of “repositioning.” Approximately 15 per cent of the Village’s 270,000 square feet is vacant. The commitment of MM, she underscores, is one of “significant investment.”

The two biggest “repositioning” priorities have been filled, says Westerhouse. Lifestyle Family Fitness — and its 4,000 members — are now ensconced in 28,000 square feet of what was once most of Jacobson’s. Lifestyle spent more than $2.5 million in the retrofitting.

The other foot-traffic coup was Madstone Theaters, a nine-cinema chain specializing in foreign, festival and independent fare. It replaced — and upgraded — AMC.

Yet to happen — although aggressively targeted — is a gourmet market, a bookstore and additional restaurants.

Another element in the strategy is attracting unique national retailers — to add to the eclectic likes of Anthropologie, Tommy Bahama and MAC Cosmetics — and more local independents. The latter help create a “Best of Tampa” niche. It ranges from the recently relocated Kit’s Well-Heeled & Well-Dressed to the pioneering Georgette’s ladies’ shop, now in its 17th year at the Village.

“This is pedestrian friendly, open-air environment,” says WH & WD’s Kit Stewart. “It’s a tremendous atmosphere. They are specialty oriented and very supportive of my needs.”

“We never reached the alarming stage here,” explains Village General Manager Pat Westerhouse. “We’ve always seen it as a transition. And we think we’re making the right decisions. This is not just about ‘adding stores.'”

It’s also about capital investment and aggressive promoting.

Not only did Madison Marquette ante up (some $25,000) to help defray the trolley cost, but it also spruced up the landscaping, updated some facades and will make “significant architectural changes” in the months ahead, says Westerhouse.

“There isn’t a shopping area that doesn’t need a facelift periodically,” notes Georgette’s owner, Georgette Diaz. “They’re making a real effort to enhance the ambience that’s already here.”

Promotions — from concerts, arts festivals and a Saturday Farmer’s Market to carriage rides during the holidays — are all supportive of the Village marketing theme: “The Cure for the Common Mall.”

“There are a lot of malls that are lovely,” acknowledges Westerhouse. “But they’re pretty much the same inside

Times’ Ironic Take On Test

You could make a pretty good argument that Florida’s students don’t need any more standardized tests . But, still, there’s sentiment for adding another at the state university level.

Well, here’s an intriguing argument advanced by the St. Petersburg Times as it took issue with such a proposed test. “How could one test fairly assess different universities whose admissions standards may vary widely?” asked the editorial.

Perhaps such a test would be useful in assessing why a statewide university system would have such disparities in admissions standards in the first place?

Civitas: Let The Process Play Out

In the best of all possible worlds, there would be no need for public housing.

In the next best of all possible worlds, there would be enough public money to build, maintain and rebuild quality subsidized housing, and there would be residents who said, in effect, “Thanks for the helping hand, and now we’ll take it from here and do our part.”

So much for those Panglossian scenarios.

Here’s the best we can expect. Some form of imperfect, public-private partnership. Those with a profit motive to accept risk and invest in something that can do more than merely maintain a suspect status quo.

But here’s what usually happens.

New and improved public housing replaces the dilapidated — only it’s still mired in the midst of an economically deprived, crime-ridden, drug-infested, eyesore environment. And, yes, incumbent residents — all poor, mostly minority — get displaced. Eventually the nicer housing is no longer nice. Many of the tenants have created a generational legacy of dependence.

Eventually the cycle is simply repeated — if there’s enough public money available.

If nothing else, the 157-acre, mixed-use, private sector-driven Civitas project — warts and all — represents a pragmatic, positive opportunity to break from the largely ad hoc, band aid norm. Hope VI federal grants were fine as far as they went — not nearly far enough. Moreover, they are now all but phased out.

There were plenty of reasons for healthy skepticism about Civitas without resorting to ad hominem attacks on its leader, Ed Turancik, or conjuring up ersatz civil rights scenarios over the “whitenizing” of a major Tampa corridor. With its sub rosa real estate accumulation, a compressed, rush-to-vote time line and need for special taxing authority, Civitas didn’t make it easy on the mayor, city council, the housing authority or the county commission.

None of the above reasons, however, justified not signing off on a process that would still leave a lot of hoops in front of it. And it would have improved Tampa’s chances of landing a final Hope VI grant to replace the 28-acre (and Civitas centerpiece) Central Park Village. In addition, Mayor Pam Iorio had gained enough concessions from Civitas to feel comfortable in letting momentum continue. City Council and the Tampa Housing Authority followed suit.

No obligation, no endorsement. Civitas, they were saying, in effect, was just too good an opportunity to summarily dismiss because the process was flawed.

But once again, the county commission lived down to its reputation. Getting creative and cooperative in trying to revitalize a neighborhood — not just raze and rebuild a public housing project — was beyond its collective vision. In a pinch, it can be counted on to get parochial, personal and persnickety. To wit:

*Pat Frank is intransigent about dispensing public funds to investors for infrastructure needs.

*Jan Platt isn’t comfortable with capitalism.

*Ronda Storms — of all people — doesn’t like being “bullied.” And while we’re deep in disbelief — neither, presumably, does she like testy exchanges.

The Civitas project may yet reincarnate. Turancik & Co. has a lot of land, some heavy-hitting investors and time to reflect on what happens to Tampa’s Hope VI grant proposal.

Then again, Civitas may not happen at all, and most pundits, self-appointed civil rights spokespersons and some county commissioners can claim credit that “Son of Olympic Bid” will not be foisted on Tampa.

In which case, it would hardly be cause for celebration. For just north of downtown there would still be this really big slum.

Castro Is Still Castro

For those pondering the recent odd coupling of Cuban President Fidel Castro and Ecumenical Patriarch Bartholomew I, the Christian Orthodox spiritual leader to Latin America, consider this:

Cuba officially switched from “atheist” to “secular” in 1998 — part of the public relations prepping for Pope John Paul’s visit. The Castro government needs all the help it can get to provide necessities to those citizens, which is virtually all, who don’t have access to dollars. In a quid pro quo for greater religious tolerance on the part of the Cuban government, various denominations are providing basic services in their communities.

Make no mistake, Castro is still Castro — whether pressed out in blue pin stripes or olive battle fatigues; whether in the company of Bart I, the Christian Orthodox Patriarch, or Hugo Sanchez, the rogue, unorthodox populist.

In fact, look no further than last weekend’s five-hour speech to Latin American activists opposed to the proposed Free Trade Area of the Americas. Castro accused President Bush of plotting with hard-line Cuban exiles to kill him. The allegation was widely covered by foreign correspondents in Havana and dominated the domestic news.

It was vintage Castro. While he has certainly dodged his share of assassination threats, the 77 year old’s demise will likely be biological — not geopolitical.

But playing the assassination card still works as a rallying ploy against the U.S. — Uncle Scapegoat. When times are toughest in Cuba, Castro can be counted on to be Castro — whether it’s schmoozing a religious icon or reminding the natives who’s really to blame for Cuba’s failed social experiment.

Allah As Nanny Says It All

While there’s always plenty of blame to share in the continuous bloodletting between Jews and Palestinians, this much needs to be said. Now more than ever.

It no longer matters who started it — or who has a better case for retribution. Neither is history an overriding factor. Everybody has their version — as well as a wholly convenient holy book to selectively cite. Proven true believers have all the proof they’ll ever need.

But here’s what does matter. Here’s where any sense of moral — or even immoral — equivalence summarily stops. It is this. Only one side would do the following: recruit a young mother to become a piece of shrapnel. Israel wouldn’t do that. The Third Reich wouldn’t have done it. Only the Tamil Tigers, the terrorists from Sri Lanka, have a similar modus operandi.

But becoming a human cruise missile is what 22-year-old Reem al-Reyashi, the mother of a 3-year-old son and a 1-year-old daughter, did the other day.

With marching orders from Hamas, she feigned a limp, requested medical help and then — in a fit of humanitarian irony — blew herself up at a Gaza Strip security inspection center for Palestinian workers. She had even strapped on ball bearings and screws for an extra measure of lethality. As a result of her suicidal homicide, she killed four Israeli security personnel and wounded — make that maimed — seven other people, some of them Palestinians. Collateral damage for the cause.

Another day at the office from hell.

But it gets worse. The twisted premeditation of it all was evidenced by the standard video that the bomber left behind explaining the inexplicable.

“It was always my wish to turn my body into deadly shrapnel against the Zionists, and to knock on the doors of heaven with the skulls of Zionists,” implacably noted the suicide killer.

“God gave me the ability to be a mother of two children who I love so,” said al-Shrapnel. “But my wish to meet God in paradise is greater, so I decided to be a martyr for the sake of my people. I am convinced God will help and take care of my children.”

Allah as nanny.

Such sick ambition, sophistic reasoning and perverted rationales underscore the only reality that matters. It IS about Islam. The movement comes from the mosques — not the universities. Terrorists now go imam-shopping.

For obvious reasons, President Bush can’t say that. Even had to apologize for using “crusade” as a verb. But we, at least, can acknowledge the obvious. Would that the sense of jihad were limited to the struggle for a Palestinian homeland. Were it, Yasser Arafat might have accepted the Bill Clinton-brokered deal.

This is not about compromise or coexistence. This is not about agreeing to find a way to end the bloodshed, for bloodshed is a Fundamentalist strategy. This is about victory — and pay back. A millennium’s worth of traumatized pride and underachieving Muslim cultures. The Middle East crucible is merely the most visceral of rallying points.

This is about Koranic parsing over suicide and justification for that which yields Paradise — 72 black-eyed virgins and all. This is about dividing the world into believers and infidels, the result of which too easily excuses and encourages any mistreatment of the latter. The Nazis — by dehumanizing and demonizing Jews — provided an excellent model to build upon.

It is also about picking on democracies, open societies that — in response to heinous acts — will stop considerably short of the “Mongol method” — the wholesale slaughter of a suicide killer’s native population.

Would that the contemporary threat to the West — and America — were confined to the evil likes of Osama bin Laden or Muhammad Atta. But the pernicious appeal of Wahhabism is growing — not slowing. The number of Muslims who applauded the World Trade Center atrocity was hardly limited to al-Qaeda fanatics.

The seeds of jihad are many places. As are infidels. And that’s us, the U.S.

It IS about Islam.

We ignore that cold-blooded reality at our own peril.

It Is About Shrapnel; It IS About Islam

While there’s always plenty of blame to share in the continuous bloodletting between Jews and Palestinians, this much needs to be said. Now more than ever.

It no longer matters who started it — or who has a better case for retribution. Neither is history an overriding factor. Everybody has their version — as well as a wholly convenient holy book to selectively cite. Proven true believers have all the proof they’ll ever need.

But here’s what does matter. Here’s where any sense of moral — or even immoral — equivalence summarily stops. It is this. Only one side would do the following: recruit a young mother to become a piece of shrapnel. Israel wouldn’t do that. Neither would Nazis.

But that is what 22-year-old Reem al-Reyashi, the mother of a 3-year-old son and a 1-year-old daughter did the other day.

With marching orders from Hamas, she feigned a limp, requested medical help and then blew herself up at a Gaza Strip security inspection center for Palestinian workers. She had even strapped on ball bearings and screws for an extra measure of lethality. As a result of her suicidal homicide, she killed four Israeli security personnel and wounded — more like maimed — seven other people, some of them Palestinians. Collateral damage for the cause.

Another day at the office from hell.

But it gets worse. The twisted premeditation of it all was evidenced by a video that the bomber left behind explaining the inexplicable.

“It was always my wish to turn my body into deadly shrapnel against the Zionists, and to knock on the doors of heaven with the skulls of Zionists,” implacably noted the suicide killer.

“God gave me the ability to be a mother of two children who I love so,” said al-Shrapnel. “But my wish to meet God in paradise is greater, so I decided to be a martyr for the sake of my people. I am convinced God will help and take care of my children.”

Allah as nanny.

Such sick ambition and perverted rationales underscore the only reality that matters. It IS about Islam. The movement comes from the mosques – not the universities. Terrorists can go Imam-shopping.

For obvious reasons, President Bush can’t say that. Even had to apologize for using “crusade” as a verb. But we, at least, can at least acknowledge the obvious. Would that the sense of jihad were limited to the struggle for a Palestinian homeland. Were it, Yasser Arafat would have accepted the Bill Clinton-brokered deal.

This is not about compromise or coexistence. This is not about agreeing to find a way to end the bloodshed, for bloodshed is a Fundamental strategy. This is about victory — and pay back. A millennium’s worth. This is about Koranic justification for that which yields Paradise, however perversely defined.

Would that the contemporary threat to the West — and the US — was confined to the evil likes of Osama bin Laden or Muhammad Atta. But the pernicious appeal of Wahhabism is growing — not slowing. The number of Muslims who applauded the World Trade Center atrocity was hardly limited to al-Qaeda fanatics.

The seeds of jihad are everywhere. As are infidels. And that’s US.

It IS about Islam.

We ignore that cold-blooded reality at our own peril.

The Politics Of Race: A Low Blow To Dean

Howard Dean says he’s tired of being the designated “pin cushion” in the Democratic presidential sweepstakes. That’s understandable — although understated. He’s more like a punching bag.

Such status comes, of course, with the front-runner territory. No one is queuing up to skewer Carol Moseley Braun. Dean, for example, was on last week’s cover of Time magazine, while everybody else got a group photo in the Des Moines Register.

Most of the body blows Dean has received, however, are well within the norms of campaign in-fighting. Anything he might have said in another time and in another context is fair — even if unfair — game. That’s part of the trade-off for being the leader in polls, money, organization and key endorsements. Everything he says is scrutinized for quid pro quotes.

Whether America is safer as a result of Saddam Hussein’s capture is part of the hardball, rhetorical mix. Whether Dean is anathema to party centrists is up for grabs. Whether his Vermont record — liberal on abortion and conservative on gun control, for example — can be squared with enough voters is a valid question.

But what isn’t relevant is what made all the headlines recently in Iowa, when Dean was challenged on race by the irreverent Al Sharpton. The latter rebuked Dean for his all-white cabinets while governor of Vermont.

To note that Vermont had Caucasian cabinets during the Dean years is meaningless, except as a reminder that Sharpton earned his way into the national consciousness as a professional race opportunist. The black population of Vermont is virtually nil.

It would make as much sense to criticize Sharpton for not having had a more diversified entourage for James Brown, when he was “The Godfather of Soul’s” road manager.

But let’s hear it for Moseley-Braun, the other black candidate, for putting the proper spin on Sharpton’s racial cheap shot. “You can always blow up a racial debate and make people mad at each other,” she told Sharpton. “It’s time for us to talk about what you want to do to bring people together.”

Don’t be surprised, however, if Moseley-Braun has more such opportunities as the campaign heads into more racially diverse states, such as South Carolina.