The Reverend Wrong

Finally, an ironic — but likely not final — note on the Rev. Jeremiah Wright. For one who deigns to speak – or shriek – for the older black generation, Wright grew up in a decidedly non-Jim Crow environment.

The Philadelphia native was raised in Germantown, the same section as Bill Cosby — only Cosby’s neighborhood wasn’t as nice. But they were both variations on what was then a middle class theme in that part of northwest Philly. Wright’s father was a pastor, his mother a high school vice principal.

Students could attend either the multi-racial Germantown High School or – if they preferred and qualified – the city’s pre-eminent public school, Central High. It was mostly white, skewed Jewish and pure meritocracy. Racial friction was unheard of. Jerry Wright graduated from Central in 1959.

And the rest is revisionist history.

Intriguing Potential For Odd-Shaped Riverwalk Parcel

Now that the Platt Street Bridge segment of the Tampa Riverwalk is open, pedestrians can amble 6/10 of a mile to Cotanchobee Park — and take in those postcard vistas. And maybe stop and sip a few along the way.

The starting point is actually USF Park. But before proceeding under the bridge and past the Convention Center and the Marriott Waterside, notice what’s wedged between the park and Platt. It’s 239 South Ashley Boulevard, a weedy, triangular-shaped parcel. It’s nondescript; it’s tiny; it’s intriguing. It’s in a very high-profile location across from the Tampa Convention Center.

To Lee Hoffman, the Riverwalk’s Development Manager, it could be a “prime” staging area for vendors – as downtown’s critical mass grows and the Riverwalk becomes its own destination.

“It’s fairly small (about 1,750 square feet) and very limited,” says Hoffman. “I think we have to be creative, and we have to maximize every opportunity. It could also be a kayak rental and storage area – or even bike rentals. “The key is that it can be something that can help activate the Riverwalk,” emphasizes Hoffman. “A way that keeps people coming back.”

But if you’re Donald L. Torina, the owner of that (CBD-2) parcel, and your asking price is $800,000 — or more than $450 per square foot — you’re thinking of scenarios more ambitious than that. (He’ll also consider a long-term lease at $4,000 a month.)

Broker/owner Torina, 72, has held 239 South Ashley for 25 years. He says he’s already turned down an offer of $200 a square foot from the city. He thinks the right entrepreneur will see what he foresees: a “restaurant, café/lounge, package store/lounge, high end retail or residential flat,” according to his real estate flier. In fact, Torina once thought of putting in a restaurant himself, one designed around the bow of a ship.

“This is the apex of the Riverwalk,” points out Torina. “It’s the prime spot with hotels nearby and (convention center garage) 800 parking spots across the street. And you can (with limited air rights) go up three or four stories. I’d like to see something special. I can see a classy restaurant with a lounge on top – with a canopy.”

While Torina acknowledges that the parcel is pricey, he says he has “no problem” waiting for the entire 2.2-mile Riverwalk — from Tampa Heights to the Channel District — to be completed in 2010. “I want somebody with the wherewithal to do it right,” he underscores.

“The Riverwalk will absolutely make downtown Tampa,” he asserts. “The mayor has the right idea. It will tie everything together.”

Including, presumably, a certain odd-shaped, undersized sliver of real estate.

Dundee Sighting In Ybor

You never know who you might run into at the Italian Club in Ybor City. The characters are likely to be as colorful as Tampa’s Italian heritage would suggest. On a recent Friday night, it was an adopted son of Ybor, Angelo Dundee, who was holding court.

Dundee, 86, and still quick with the salty quip, is a member of the International Boxing Hall of Fame. The native Philadelphian is best known as Muhammad Ali’s trainer – but he also trained Sugar Ray Leonard, George Foreman and scores more. He even worked with actors Will Smith (“Ali”) and Russell Crowe (“Cinderella Man”).

Now an Oldsmar resident, Dundee was posing for photos, critiquing videos of Ali, spinning fistic yarns, and signing copies of his book (in collaboration with fight historian Bert Sugar): “My View From The Corner.”

Some outtakes:

* Early Ali: “He was an introvert.”

* “What did I teach (the physically gifted) Ali? How to move in the ring. But I made him think it was his idea.”

* “You know all that poetry that Ali was famous for? It was mostly mine. And it stunk.”

* “What would surprise people about Ali? How tough he really was.”

* “What did he lose after being out (Vietnam draft) of boxing in his prime? He lost his edge. He never regained it.”

* “The Muslims didn’t really affect me. I did my job. I don’t get involved with things like a person’s religion.”

* “Greatest boxer ever? Willie Pepp. Greatest impact on the sport: Ali.”

One other item. Word is that Dundee will be making one more prominent appearance in the ring as a trainer. It will be an upcoming, high-profile Las Vegas fight.

The Obama Veepstakes

Speculation will now accelerate about who might make the best Barack Obama running mate. Insiders don’t put much credence into a shotgun marriage, “dream team” ticket of Obama and Hillary Clinton.

Here’s how one Obama insider, national Hispanic fundraiser Frank Sanchez of Tampa, is handicapping it. He touts Ed Rendell, the Clinton-supporting governor of Pennsylvania, New Mexico Governor Bill Richardson and former Georgia Senator Sam Nunn as strong contenders. His dark horse: former Florida Governor and Senator Bob Graham.

Obama Needs A Trump Card: Here It Is

Nobody asked, but that never deters. If I’m advising Barack Obama, here’s the memo to his handlers:

*As long as delegates are the currency that counts, the race remains yours to lose. But being in a response mode, playing it safe and having plenty of money is not a winning strategy.

*Better late than never. Obama’s denunciation of that self-promoting, irreverent foghorn, Jeremiah Wright, as well as the myriad of stupid, race-baiting tripe he has bellowed was, needless to say, long overdue. Now emphasize to Obama that — after putting race into perspective in Philly — he can on occasion step out of well-modulated character enough to actually SHOW anger on this subject, not just voice it. Even Pennsylvania yahoos will respect that.

*Your guy remains, of course, the candidate of “hope” and “change.” But it’s not as if those themes haven’t been recycled before. It’s just that they’ve not been this relevant since the Great Depression.

The quintessential challenge: Making those words viscerally resonate as something other than dismissible rhetoric – AKA “mere words.” Obama, as everyone knows, has already clinched the 2008 Orator’s Cup.

He needs to mix in more concrete to be less vulnerable to opposition indictments about his “inexperience.” It’s the only palpable way he can ultimately separate himself from both Hillary Clinton and John McCain. Especially the former. The more one-on-one interviews she does – including the one with Fox Factormeister Bill O’Reilly – the more apparent it is that she’s well informed, possesses a wonkish frame of reference and is quick on the response, whether you like her answer or not. She’s better than your guy and much better than McCain.

*Remember, any Democrat can rail against corporate greed and the plight of the non-rich. That, however, only reaffirms Obama as a better-packaged Michael Dukakis. And any candidate can run against “special interests” and “threats” to America. But what is your candidate UNIQUELY qualified to emphasize beyond soaring abstractions?

Hand-wringing over lost factory jobs and scapegoating NAFTA doesn’t cut it for the majority who do understand the reality of globalization. Frankly, technological progress and innovation – not outsourcing – is the main reason for the decline in manufacturing jobs. And a health care plan that is not different enough from Clinton’s doesn’t qualify either.

*Try this: After reminders about judgment and who actually voted to authorize a catastrophic war, advocate a paradigm shift in FOREIGN POLICY. Just don’t say “paradigm,” because it sounds, well, elitist to you know who.

This focus differentiates Obama from McCain and gets him distance from those inevitably losing, head-to-head match-ups over who can better protect Americans. Such scenarios are sure losers: the nitty-gritty of pre-ordained, troop-drawdown schedules that might not jibe with reality on the ground can only make him look like an Ivy League micro-manager – not commander-in-chief material. Then there’s the unkindest juxtaposition of them all: a battle-tested patriot vs. the well-intentioned social worker.

Hell, who would you choose if that’s presented as the match-up? The big FOREIGN POLICY picture, however, is the bridge you need to an Obama comfort zone.

As for Clinton, don’t let her convert her mistaken, lemming-like Iraq vote into some sort of ironically perverse positive. A re-thought FOREIGN POLICY, one that boldly asks where America fits — including, most notably, the Middle East – and where and how we show the flag in a world where too many countries revile us, is the key. It paints Clinton, the mistress of details, into the disingenuously dangerous, zero-sum (Iranian) “obliteration” corner she deserves. She and her disaffected generals.

It also reminds voters that while McCain patriotically took one for the team, he still sees the world through a Vietnam prism cell. His Cold War blinders convince him that maintaining troops in Germany and Japan, for example, is still a good idea and keeping Taiwan as a Chinese trip-wire makes as much sense as treating Israel as the 51st state. (OK, for pragmatic political reasons, nuance this reference – but the point is: No blank check for Israel. In fact, make the case that we expect, for openers, a deal between Israel and Syria — more concrete — to get done, and we hold enough leverage to make it happen.)

*Obama should remind the electorate that he will, indeed, meet with real friends, erstwhile friends and bona fide adversaries – and won’t fear negotiating any more than Harry Truman did with “Uncle” Joe Stalin or Richard Nixon did with Mao Zedong. A meeting is not a de facto validation of another’s position on anything, but it is a reaffirmation of the principle that ours isn’t the only perspective that matters. Anything that undermines — or at least mitigates — the almost universal perception of American arrogance is good. And, yes, that includes the Brothers Castro, Hugo Chavez and Mahmoud Amadinejad.

*And while Clinton prattles on about gas-tax holiday gimmicks and Lincoln-Douglas debates on flat-bed trucks, Obama can make the case that Cuba is the first place he’d start the FOREIGN POLICY overhaul. And that, to be sure, includes the counter-productive economic embargo. But not in politically safe, methodical increments – which doesn’t sound like the modus operandi of a change-agent candidate. Sure, it will upset the Diaz-Balart brothers and Ileana Ros-Lehtinen and some other family-feud zealots in South Florida and Jersey City. So what? The rest of the country and the rest of the world would applaud.

Moreover, such an issue would provide Obama with another forum to help rally a Democratic Party that must produce a bigger majority in Congress to make meaningful progress. Especially where Cuba – and the Helms-Burton Act – is involved.

Even though the usual exile suspects will shriek in choleric rage, Obama will get much more credit than criticism. Let’s face it; change is coming anyhow. But it will show some Obamian vision and, more importantly, old-fashioned, non-intellectual, non-effete guts. And it will be seen as the right thing for all the right reasons: morally, economically (especially in Florida) and geopolitically.

It will be a signal to the rest of the world that this isn’t Bush League business as usual any more coming out of Washington.

*What all this does is reinforce Obama’s argument that this election, while thematically about “hope” and “change,” is fundamentally about vision and judgment – not seniority. America’s FOREIGN POLICY – in the good name of continuity – can no longer continue as an ad hoc extension of the way business has largely been done since the Cold War. This is Obama’s trump card. Everything else, from security to energy to global trade, is a byproduct.

*And a couple more points to sum up. Since there’s ample precedent, to say the least, for other candidates changing their minds on policies, have Obama change one of his own stands. Have him do a 180 on his muddled-at-best stance on capital gains. This is a net loser.

Leave the rate at 15 per cent. Please. About 100 million Americans are invested, directly or indirectly in the stock market. Approximately 20 per cent of taxpayers reporting capital gains in 2006 had incomes of less than $50,000. And there’s a causal relationship between increased capital-gains taxes and decreased federal revenues. This isn’t even a good pander point.

And don’t worry about losing Main Street cred by acknowledging the obvious. The U.S. is an investment economy, which isn’t some liberal affliction. Because the net result is jobs, jobs, jobs.

*Get Obama started right now playing that FOREIGN POLICY trump card, which gives heft to “hope” and ballast to “change.” Call it “America’s ENLIGHTENED Self Interest,” which not-so-subtly incorporates all facets of national security. That is: our economy, our way of life and our literal lives.

*And get some of you
r more formidable surrogates out there. Whether it’s a Tony Lake, Bill Clinton’s former national security advisor, or Paul Volcker, the former Federal Reserve chairman, or Bill Richardson, the globally-savvy Hispanic governor of New Mexico who’s looking more and more like vice presidential running-mate material.

Obama’s opponents — as well as the media — love to associate him with the Jeremiah Wrights and the Tony Rezkos. Fire back with people who count.

Venezuela is Foreign Policy Test Case

CARACAS, Venezuela–As noted previously, Venezuela, the hybrid home of fast-forwarding, sloppy socialism, is a land of contrasts. Rain forests and skyscrapers. Oil wealth and nasty slums. Spanish scions and African ancestors. Capitalists and campesinos.

There’s another contrast.

This one’s made in America. It’s a foreign policy artifact that’s at least at odds with the spirit of the Venezuelan law (not unlike the one in the U.S.) that proscribes outsiders from directly financing political parties and campaigns. That is, interfering. It’s a sovereignty thing.

Rather than rely on the CIA to reprise the bad old coup days of U.S. involvement in the likes of Guatemala (1954) or Chile (1973), the influencing now is more nuanced. Quasi-governmental organizations such as the National Endowment for Democracy, the International Republican Institute, the U.S. Agency for International Development and the Office of Transition Initiatives are charged with influencing events in countries — such as Venezuela — that can significantly impact the U.S. They do it in the obeisant name of “promoting democracy” and “supporting dialogue.” It’s a loophole a fleet of Hummers could drive through.

To many, this is certainly no revelation. In 1983, the NED was established via Congressional legislation, and Congressional funding was authorized. In 1990, it played a major role in Nicaragua by helping Violeta Chamorro defeat Sandinista President Daniel Ortega. It beat funding contra guerrillas.

More than a decade ago New York Times journalist John Broder famously referenced the intelligence morph when he wrote: “The National Endowment for Democracy, created 15 years ago to do in the open what the CIA has done surreptitiously for decades, spends $30 million a year to support things like political parties, labor unions, dissident movements and the news media in dozens of countries.” In fact, Allen Weinstein, the NED’s first president, was more than up front with the NED’s raison d’etre with this 1991 acknowledgement: “A lot of what we do today was done covertly 25 years ago by the CIA.”

So much for democratic ideals. Geopolitics is about winning and losing – not playing nice.

It’s no secret, for example, that the U.S. didn’t just anxiously hope for the best outcome when the abortive coup against President Hugo Chavez took place in 2002. Orchestration happens.

The U.S. mustered neither disapproval nor diplomatic concern. It certainly didn’t condemn the coup, as egregious an affront as there is to the concept of elected leadership. Consequently, it’s no surprise that the NED, for example, is helping Primero Justicia, a relatively new and key opposition party to President Chavez.

Mary Ponte, an articulate, 30-something spokeswoman for PJ, acknowledged the outside aid – but maintained the non-governmental semantics. PJ, she said, “does not receive money from the U.S. Government.” However, pointed out Ponte, it does receive NED “support for training, scholarships and workshops.”

Oh.

Not that PJ is nothing more than an “Anyone But Chavez” alternative. It has viability, if not political parity, and can make a case. It generally lambastes Chavez for “unfulfilled promises” as well as a revisionist-socialist school curriculum, “deteriorating hospitals,” unmet infrastructure needs, rising crime rates and a communication climate of “permanent confrontation.”

It also wants him weakened and defeated – not ousted.

The point is this. Not unlike any other country, America’s own self-interest is a legitimate priority, and the U.S. would obviously be remiss not to make its case in countries that matter. But that begs three questions: What is the U.S. “case”? “Does it represent what’s in this country’s ‘enlightened’ self-interest?” And “Can we make it without impinging on another country’s sovereignty?”

And how welcome would it be if such queries about how the U.S. comports itself in a complex world became high-profile issues during the upcoming, general-election presidential campaign?

This arguably goes to the core of America’s overarching foreign-policy questions: Where does the U.S. fit in a world too filled with countries that revile us? And what, if anything, could we – and should we – do about it?

We obviously don’t have to like how Venezuela, a country steeped in ethnic inequity and historically inured to massive poverty and indifferent politicians, is playing its self-determination card. We simply have to respect it. And maybe learn this seemingly self-evident lesson: If the leader of a country is removed by coup, we can at least not celebrate. It’s really poor democratic and diplomatic form – especially when the coup is quickly reversed.

Rhetorical Confrontation?

Will the occasionally harsh exchanges between the Bush and Chavez administrations be escalating? Some think America’s presidential election and Venezuela’s gubernatorial and mayoral elections later this year will provide the perfect rhetorical storm for just that.

Count John Fredrikson among those who anticipate more confrontational positions by both sides.

“Let’s face it, political rhetoric stirs up the base in the U.S. – and the same here,” says the Caracas-based director of the United Nations High Commission on Refugees. “Chavez can talk about cutting oil to the U.S., but he can’t. In the short term, he cannot afford to do that. There would be panic.” Expect “rhetorical confrontation,” underscored Fredrikson, but not “real” confrontation.

According to Phil Gunson, the Latin American correspondent for The Economist magazine, Chavez could try to play more than an oil card.

“Chavez will make increasingly desperate attempts to force a confrontation,” predicted Gunson. “The relationship with Iran and Hezbolla is one route he could use, if all else fails. That would make it very hard for Washington to hold out.”

Election Dynamic

The Economist’s Gunson said that to the extent people are supporting anyone, the right-wing opposition to Chavez would back (John) McCain for president, while the more moderate oposicionistas “would probably like (Barack) Obama to win, because that would take the wind out of Chavez’s ‘anti-imperialist’ campaign. It would be so much harder to make Obama a hate figure.”

Alex Correa is an Afro-Venzuelan instructor at the Bolivarian University in Caracas. He lectures on Venezuela’s multi-racial history and the vestiges of traditionalEurocentric models. He’s underwhelmed by the prospect that America might elect an African American president.

“You have Condoleezza Rice and Colin Powell,” he noted. “But in the USA, you have a mindset. So, I don’t know that it would matter much. Color by itself doesn’t mean much. It’s PR.”

And then there is Maria Alejandra Escobar, a young print journalist. “Chavez,” she explained, “is the father figure for the continent. He takes positions; the people love him.” She also added that he “needs an enemy” not unlike the way Fidel needed one – and subsequently played the U.S.-as-scapegoat card.

And one other thing. She’s read “The Audacity of Hope.”

“I love Obama,” she giggled.

Boliche Boulevard And Baseball

* Who would have thought? The heavyset guy with the buzz cut, T-shirt and casual jacket at the spacious health facility could have been an Ybor City bouncer. But he was Dr. Rafael Antonio Broche Morera, the director general of Salvador Allende Centro de Salud Integral. The Havana, Cuba native is a key component in Venezuela’s nationwide plan for better health care via a series of hierarchal clinics throughout the country.

And he had made it clear that he wanted to meet the (Latin American Working Group) delegation member who was from Tampa. As it turned out, Ybor City wasn’t far off. Dr. Broche was in Tampa earlier in the year.

“I like your city,” he said. “You know La Teresita ?”

“Of c
ourse,” I responded. “It’s on a street they call ‘Boliche Boulevard.'”

“I had the picadillo,” he informed. “Excellent.”

Small world – big geopolitical differences notwithstanding.

*While oil, security, FARC and narcotics dominate the often shrill exchanges that pass for dialogue between the U.S. and Venezuela, there’s one conversation that is refreshingly civil – albeit emotional. Baseball.

Imagine sitting at the La Buena Paella Restaurant Bar at the Hotel El Paseo in Caracas and throwing down Solera Lights with some colleagues and new-found, local friends. No talk of paramilitaries, the price of crude or Bolivarian anything — only observations about Johan Santana , who was pitching for the New York Mets against the Florida Marlins.

Venezuelans have been serious Major League Baseball fans since Luis Aparacio broke in with the Chicago White Sox in the 1950s. Now they have players, including Caracas’s own Dioner Navarro of the Rays , on virtually every MLB roster. (In fact, the Rays have a prospect academy in the small, northern Venezuelan town of Guacara.)

Courtesy of a FSN satellite feed, we continued to watch Venezuelan native Santana, who might be more lionized — especially by the poor — than Chavez. No one was suggesting he give his money away in the barrios – only that he get better control of his slider. He did.

There’s hope.

It’s Not Your Parents’ Venezuela Any More

The crowd at the corner of MLK Boulevard and Himes Avenue — not counting two uniformed police officers and one in plain clothes — numbered about 60 people. Their nationalities-in-solidarity: Venezuelan and Cuban. Their signs: hardly nuanced – most notably “Chavez = Castro + Hitler.” Their ardent message: Hugo Chavez, Venezuela’s easily demonized, polarizing president, must go.

“We’re here to tell the world, ‘No more Chavez,'” said protest organizer Norma Camero Reno, a Temple Terrace attorney and one of an estimated 2,600 Venezuelan natives living in Hillsborough County. “He’s dangerous. He’s signed treaties with Iran. Sure, the U.S. makes mistakes, but we’ve got to take care of our hemisphere first. There has to be a leader. If not the U.S., who?”

What’s a super power to do?

Arguably, it’s the question of the ages for the U.S., especially in America’s own backyard. And nowhere, including Fidel-less Cuba, is this more apparent or more important than in The Bolivarian Republic of Venezuela, the socialista South American nation with oil and attitude.

I was there for two weeks recently with the Washington-based Latin American Working Group, and while I wouldn’t presume to have divined all there is to know, I do feel confident in saying that Venezuela looks very much like a country in the midst of a sloppy, hybrid upheaval. “Revolution” is too dialectical a term.

You can’t always get milk or black beans; toilet-flushing can be a real crapshoot; inflation hovers near 25 percent; and an even-tempered discussion on oil-revenues-as- foreign-policy-priority is an oxymoron. But it has its own time zone (Eastern minus 30 minutes); satellite dishes dominate skylines; and gas goes for about 15 cents a gallon.

This is obviously not the zero-sum solution that Castro imposed on Cuba at the end of a gun barrel. This is a messy mix of bona fide ballot box, unwieldy bureaucracy, education and health commitments to the traditional “have nots” and swaggering, in-your-face nationalism combined with socialism, consumerism, idealism, pragmatism and populism. Sprawling, carbon emission-choked Caracas has five-star hotels, a financial district, high-end fashion, Chrysler Dodge dealers, over-the-top media, tony neighborhoods, Domino’s Pizza delivery, a spotless, world-class metro system, internet cafes and ubiquitous visages of Chavez, Che and Simon Bolivar.

It also features gridlock from hell, motorcycle mayhem, foreboding street crime and some of the worst slums anywhere. Caracas has relegated Bogota, Colombia, to the runner-up spot as South America’s most dangerous capital.

Venezuela is one of those Latin American countries that, until Chavez was elected in 1998, largely stayed under the geopolitical radar. What happened in Venezuela stayed in Venezuela.

Sure, it had the usual hemispheric syndrome: a negligible middle class, a majority of dark-skinned poor and an entrenched, largely white, minority upper class – plus endemic corruption, “Midnight Express” prisons and electorate-insulated politicians. However, this country of 26 million was stable; it loved baseball, beer, American fast-food franchises and T-backed bathers; it led the world in Miss Universe finalists; and it was a reliable energy source. Our kind of OPEC member.

The charismatic Chavez has become a geopolitical game-changer and unwelcome security variable for America, Venezuela’s biggest oil-trade partner. One upshot: the U.S. has been regularly upping the ante on aid to quasi governmental entities — such as the National Endowment for Democracy, the International Republican Institute, the U.S. Agency for International Development and the Office for Transition Initiatives — that “promote democracy” in Venezuela without actually (illegally) intervening in a sovereign country’s domestic politics. Talk about fine lines.

Venezuela is also a volatile, border antagonist to Colombia, America’s South American surrogate.

For Venezuelans living in the teeming barrios and remote rural areas, Chavez is the avatar of hope. Illiteracy has been virtually eliminated, and infant mortality rates are down during his tenure.

For political incumbents, the business community, the private media and the traditionally educated, professional class of Venezuela, Chavez is a worst-case scenario. There aren’t enough upsides to an authoritarian enamored of nationalization. It’s hardly happenstance that the ranks of Venezuelans in Florida, especially Miami, have been swelling for nearly a decade.

There is no neutrality; no political DMZ. Chavez, 54, is the personification of polarization. He’s already survived a coup attempt (2002), a devastating strike/lock-out (2003), a Recall Referendum (2004) and an ongoing, opposition-media drumbeat. He was re-elected in 2006.

“Inflation is bad, there are shortages, this is not working,” said Ingrid Melizan Lanser, the coordinator of educational programs for Fundacion Cisneros, the media conglomerate owned by billionaire Gustavo Cisneros. “Chavez is embarrassing in some of the things he says and does. We are stuck with him until at least 2012.”

But, interestingly enough, Melizan Lanser, hardly a prototypical Chavista , voted for Chavez – the first time. She said the festering poverty and intractable, third-world housing that dot the hillsides surrounding Caracas were demeaning reminders of derelict priorities. “Nobody ever did anything,” she sighed. “We needed a change from the past. He had appeal — but no more.”

Schools, Clinics and Hope

Then there’s Carolina Bello, wife and mother of two, who lives in a modest house at the base of a citrus hill in Charallave outside Caracas in northern Venezuela. Her husband, Emilio, is a bus driver. She talked about what the Bolivarian Revolution has meant to her, and why she was grateful. She mentioned access to schools and health clinics and community councils. When she got to “hope,” tears welled up and she sobbed audibly and reverently about “a brown man with a mole” who was her president.

This is what Chavez has tapped into. He doesn’t look like a Spanish land baron. He’s mestizo. The indigenous people see themselves in their president. As do others: An estimated 60 per cent of the population is of African ancestry.

When Chavez called President George W. Bush “Satan” at the United Nations, Americans saw a buffoonish caricature. When he insulted King Juan Carlos, Spaniards saw a Latin lout. But Chavez’s constituency of workers and the dirt poor — and it is a majority — saw one of their own standing up to the imperialist bully and a classic symbol of colonialism.

The challenge for Chavez, it would seem, is meeting the lofty expectations he, himself, ushered in with his people-empowering call for a “Bolivarian Revolution.”

The plan to keep expanding and upgrading the (Mision Barrio Adentro) health clinics as well as eventually replacing the thousands of Cuban doctors and related health-care personnel must work. (Even the fiercely partisan, opposition Federacion Medica Venezolana concedes the Barrio Adentro approach is a “good idea,” but lacks the properly qualified people — including Cuban doctors of “unknown quality” — for successful implementation.)

Improvements in housing, crime rates and inflation must be manifest. Venezuela, the fifth largest oil exporter in the world, has a petro-skewed economy that still cries out for diversification. Using oil revenues for weapons purchases as well as a barter-and-leverage commodity throughout Latin American must be seen by the disaffected as a meaningful benefit.

Chavez’s poll ratings have slumped recently, which government officials attribute to bureaucratic bungling and resultant frustrations. And the Chavez administration lost an important referendum vote (51%-49%) four months ago.

While it was vote up or down on a 69-amendment proposal, no one denies that a critical provision was the one to remove the president’s term limits. It’s no secret that Chav
ez thinks 2012 is too soon to call it a career at the Miraflores presidential palace. And no one thinks that referendum won’t be revisited soon with a down-sized package and a major, get-out-the-Chavista-vote campaign starring Chavez, his own best advocate — especially on television. Chavez even has his own TV show, the Sunday afternoon “Alo, Presidente,” a quirky, often interminable, paean to his father-figure status among true believers.

Chances are that channeling Bolivar, who distrusted the U.S. and dreamed of uniting the continent, will only go so far with those expecting their piece of the action. Rallying cries against “Neo-liberalism” and all things Adam Smith won’t obviate the need for bread-and-butter-issue help. And Venezuelan oil, among the most expensive to extract in the world, is particularly vulnerable to recessionary ripples because of Chavez’s ambitious domestic agenda.

Phil Gunson, who covers Latin America for The Economist magazine and is based in Caracas, thinks Chavez is teetering politically. “Only high oil prices stand between this government and a really frightening economic, social and political collapse,” opined Gunson. “And the worst thing is there’s no organized alternative ready to take over if the government implodes.”

And, yet, there’s no gainsaying the impact of clinics and schools where there were none. Or higher education access for those traditionally excluded. Or community television and public radio for areas previously considered too unimportant. Or the visceral power of “hope” for those who see the face of Venezuela in “a brown man with a mole.”

Tale Of Whoa: Catching Up Is Hard To Do

For most folks, a fortnight out of the country means, among other things, a local news blackout – and a cancellation of newspapers. Given the nature of news, it’s, frankly, part of the allure — if not a flat-out inducement — to travel more. What’s the point of getting away from it all if you must come back to reading about it all?

However, if keeping current is more than a habit and commenting on the events of the day more than a rhetorical exchange at the water cooler, you can ill afford that frame-of-reference gap. “Sorry, I was in Venezuela. As a result, I know nothing about the American Institute of Architects choosing Tampa for a design and sustainability study” doesn’t work for everybody. Maybe not even for Linda Saul-Sena. Of course, not knowing that Jay-Z and Beyonce finally wed is an imposing argument for ignorance as blatant bliss.

Anyway, there they were. About a foot high. Two weeks’ worth of what happened or what continued to happen or what should have happened, including national and international items not covered in the foreign press or not glimpsed in a CNN drive-by. In a condensed window of time, it’s even more formidable.

This is what I filtered through the lens of 14 days in another hemisphere:

*Tax and budget integrity still a Florida chimera to anyone not living in the Governor’s Mansion or Mindset.

*Joe Redner planning another run for office. The exact one is immaterial.

*Headline: “Tampa police chief’s wife has filed for divorce.” Appropriate response: “So? Is this any of our business, let alone ‘news'”?

*Critics speak out about the St. Pete Grand Prix and the poor example it sets for kids because it glorifies speeding. A Grand Prix spokesman says a disclaimer is unnecessary. The GP spokesman is right: You don’t need disclaimers for the self-evident. The fact that Florida ranks third in the nation for fatalities involving illegal street racing has little, if anything, to do with the Grand Prix. It has everything to do with pre-meditated stupidity. That’s not exactly the disclaimer-adhering crowd.

*Blair Niche Project: Chalk up another. Nothing like County Commissioner Brian Blair taking a moment of personal privilege at the end of a meeting. He wanted to say something nice about the Crisis Center of Tampa Bay. So he reminded all in attendance that April was “sexual awareness month.” Actually, it is sexual assault awareness month. Close enough.

You can’t make this stuff up.

*According to Congress.org, Democratic Rep. Kathy Castor of Tampa is ranked 262nd (out of 435) in the House in getting her earmarks in the 2008 budget. But in this age of “earmark” and “pork” scrutiny, is that good? In her case, yes – especially for a rookie. And no one would confuse repairing the Platt Street Bridge with building a bridge to nowhere.

*There is actually something called the Florida Virtual School. It’s internet-based and for high-schoolers. Even includes P.E. for credit. Virtual abs?

*Headline: “McCain Turns To Jeb Bush For Education Policy Advice.” Ouch.

*Further evidence that in no way did Hogan Know Best.

*Classy move: George M. Steinbrenner Field.

*Adios. The Cleveland Indians and the Los Angeles Dodgers are the latest MLB teams to relocate from Florida to Arizona for spring training. Cincinnati could be next. It’s an unsettling pattern; nobody ever leaves Arizona for Florida.

*Another mother brought an infant into a county fire station and handed over the baby. Good for that baby. Not good for a society that needs fire stations as infant safe houses.

*Get creative: Here’s hoping the city doesn’t look askance at the developers of the 100-unit Modesto Towers, an affordable-housing addition to downtown that would come up short on traditional parking accommodations. Rather than a cause for pause, isn’t limited resident parking a plus in a downtown that doesn’t need inducements to drive, but does need truly affordable housing?

*So Sen. Barack Obama’s controversial former minister, the Irreverent Jeremiah Wright, didn’t speak here after all. Sometimes you do, indeed, add by subtracting.

*The disgust meter ratcheted up ever higher with revelations of more teachers taking more liberties with more students. Even the Today Show has noticed the notorious pattern here. And, no, it’s not likely a function of more such incidents being officially reported or something in the water. It’s a function of who’s being hired and how background checks are done. And with the onset of mandated smaller class sizes bringing the inevitable need for more teachers — and certification legerdemain — it won’t get better.

*Cell phones in schools. This much we agree on: it’s out of hand. Something else to agree on: The students are not in charge. Adults are. Their charge: Act like it.

*A reminder of how mega this market is when it comes to sports. The Grand Prix of St. Petersburg and the Women’s Final Four. In the same weekend.

*And speaking of the Final Four, doesn’t Connecticut coach Geno Auriemma look like Frankie Avalon?

*The “Huckleberry Finn” syndrome lives. Book-banning in the time warp known as Hillsborough County still in the news.

*We’ve had better Good Fridays. Fallout continues over 2,000 teachers, 100,000 students and 400 drivers taking off. Can’t blame this travesty on FCATs.

*Looks like the 2.4-mile Tampa Streetcar line will be extended farther. Lost amid the usual polarizing rhetoric is this reality: The streetcar is an important economic development tool that is a de facto starter set for a woefully overdue, meaningful light-rail downtown loop and regional system.

*A Kuhn’s age: What would it have taken for Jason “Contribute-and-Reimburse” Kuhn to have been prosecuted for campaign finance sleight of hand? A Julie Brown victory over John Dingfelder?

*Oops: That problematic $491-million commuter rail project for Orlando just got $59 million more problematic. What tight budget from hell?

*”Academic Freedom Act.” Too bad truth in advertising doesn’t apply to Florida legislative bills. A better title: “The Scopes Trial: The Sequel.”

*A book review of Susan Jacoby’s “The Age of American Unreason.” Apparently, she blames a culture of “infotainment” as a key catalyst in the dumbing down of America. Obviously, she would be correct.

*Totally understandable that a black Atlanta judge, Marvin Arrington, would clear his Fulton County court of white people so he could more effectively lower the boom on young black defendants. It was a controversial move, to be sure, but likely the sort of “Come to Jesus” meeting the defendants were otherwise unlikely to be privy to. It’s also the sort of lecture that needs inclusion amid all the Black History Month and Martin Luther King holiday rhetoric.

*A piece by syndicated columnist Walter Williams induced a flurry of letters to the editor over at the Trib. Williams’ thesis: While only about 1 percent of Muslims worldwide are fanatical jihadists, the remaining vast majority are complicit in the carnage wreaked in the name of Islam because of their relative silence. I wish I disagreed that otherwise good people weren’t, in effect, enablers. Moreover, I wish that outrage over beheadings and the use of children and the retarded as suicide bombers at least equaled the uproar over insulting cartoons. I also wish it weren’t 1 percent of 1.2 billion. That’s 12 million.

*New ideas on superdelegates. Everything but doing away with them.

*A modernized “Swanee River” is a state-song alternative. Often such historical white-washing is pure political correctness. In this case, it simply makes sense. There’s no nostalgia for the plantation days, but that is one timeless melody.

*Tampa will set aside about $2 million for a Heroes Park near the new History Center. It will memorialize everybody from Hillsborough County who died in wars. Including, presumably, the one between the states. Uh oh.

*Olympic-size outrage of China aimed at the Dalai Lama and Nancy Pelosi, the oddest couple since Donald Trump and SimDag.

*It’s been a long, frustrating season, but f
inally: “Lightning Win (Lottery).”

Living The Fast-Lane Life

He’s the Bay Area’s best known sports figure not named Barber, Blake, Dungy or Lecavalier. His name — Dan Wheldon — is actually best known nationally and internationally.

It’s what happens when you’ve won the Indianapolis 500. It’s what happens when you’ve been nominated by ESPN for its “Hottest Male Athlete” award. And it’s what happens when you’ve done the David Letterman Show.

A native of Great Britain and a resident of St. Petersburg’s Snell Isle, Wheldon is marketing manna for auto sports and his Target Chip Ganassi Racing team. Clipped British accent. Winning smile. Outgoing personality. Flirtatious manner. Impressive track record.

The 5’9″, 150-lb Wheldon, 29, reminds you of a slender, younger Tom Cruise. He could be the poster lad for the fast-lane lifestyle that is the stereotype of hot shot, open-wheeled, race-car drivers.

Relaxing over lunch at downtown St. Petersburg’s Renaissance Vinoy Resort and Golf Club — with his fiancée, Susie Behm, by his side — he waxed diplomatically candid. So what of the driver image of cool, sexy and fearless? How accurate is that?

“Well, I have to be careful with this one,” he said with a wink and a nod toward Behm. “It’s certainly presented as sexy; I would agree.

“And, yes, the perception of that lifestyle is spot on,” he acknowledged. “The lifestyle for a single guy on the circuit is pretty much what you would expect it to be. But you grow out of it,” he added – almost convincingly. “Of course, the lifestyle is always good when you win.”

And Wheldon wins. In fact, he’s won championships at every level since he began racing go-karts at age 4 in the northern English village of Emberton. He has won Rookie of the Year honors in every major series since arriving in the U.S. in 1999.

Capping a meteoric rise was Wheldon’s break-out year of 2005, his second full season in the IndyCar Series. He won the Indianapolis 500 in only his third start and took home a record purse of $1.5 million. He was the first Brit to win Indy since Graham Hill in 1966. He was also the overall champion of the 17-race, March-through-September IndyCar Series season.

“Winning Indy was incredibly special,” said Wheldon. “Imagine having a dream and then actually achieving it. An unbelievable feeling. And once you win it, you’re an Indy champ for life. Being called ‘Indy champ’ is the ultimate in respect.”

Wheldon’s also called some other things: “perfectionist,” “temperamental” and “impatient” among them. He concedes them all, including “Difficult Dan,” an appellation sportively applied to his demanding manner in the pit lanes.

Wheldon said it comes with being uber competitive. Especially in a high-rev arena where the element of danger is an ever present given. Where speed, indeed, has killed.

“People see us zipping around at speeds that are otherwise illegal,” he noted. “That adds to the thrill, of course, but it’s definitely dangerous. The moment you lose respect for speed, you’re in big trouble. I’ve literally seen drivers pass away.”

Ironically, for all his jaunty derring-do, Wheldon can’t bring himself to use the “D” or “K” words. Drivers in horrific accidents “pass away.” It bespeaks of another side.

A side that is sensitive to nuance and the precariousness of life. It’s on display at two locales in particular, neither one a racing venue: St. Vincent’s Children’s Hospital in Indianapolis and Target House in Memphis. He visits seriously sick children as often as he can. And his racing team – based on wins, laps led and pole positions held — contributes directly to Target House.

“You see these kids and you feel like a brat for any complaints you have,” he said. “I had an air hockey game with one young boy, and I thought I was competitive!

It was great to see. These kids don’t dwell on being sick.” Between Chicagoland Speedway (September) and Homestead-Miami Speedway (March), Wheldon hits a different circuit. His off-season isn’t exactly life in the steadfast lane. A lot of traveling for sponsor personal appearances and some Target photo shoots. Plus the car always needs testing and tinkering. And he jogs and hits the treadmill as part of a cardio-centric training program. He watches his weight as carefully as a jockey – and for the same reason.

Over the holidays he travels back to England as well as Portugal, where his family has a home. He likes the Maldives for a more exotic getaway.

Around St. Petersburg, there have been Wheldon sightings at the Vinoy, some of the bistros at BayWalk, Bella Brava restaurant, the Don CeSar Beach Resort on Pass-a-Grille Beach, as well as the Seminole Hard Rock Hotel & Casino in Tampa.

“Away from the track, I’ve never seen Dan in a bad mood,” says Robert DeMatti, 39, of St. Petersburg, an older-brother-type buddy who has known Wheldon for eight years. “He loves life, and he’s a prankster. Winning the Indy 500 didn’t change him one bit. He’s very approachable.”

On the road, he’ll be driving — prudently, he’s quick to note — either his black Acura TL or white CLS 550 Mercedes with black rims. He also has the world’s most unusual and expensive trophy: the Corvette Pace Car from his 2005 Indy 500 win. Every winner gets one.

He rarely drives it. It’s a reminder of what he loves doing — so well.

“As my father (who used to race go-karts) said, ‘When it’s good, you enjoy it. And when it’s not so good, still enjoy it. You’re lucky you do what you do.’ “That hasn’t changed.”

St. Pete Is Revved

The Honda Grand Prix of St. Petersburg is now a fixture on the marquee IndyCar Series circuit. It’s the second stop — April 4-6 — right after the season-opener at Homestead-Miami. The 100-lap, IndyCar Series race featuring Dan Wheldon is Sunday, April 6. Wheldon won it in 2005.

“St. Pete is the most picturesque place we go,” says Wheldon. “And other than Indy, it packs in the most fans. That matters a lot. It’s like a home race for me.”

ESPN will televise the Sunday race, and ABC will carry Saturday’s (Acura Sports Car Challenge of St. Petersburg/American Le Mans Series) event. The races will be beamed into 150 countries (live and tape delayed.) The economic impact is “clearly in the tens of millions of dollars,” according to Honda Grand Prix of St. Petersburg Vice President and General Manager Tim Ramsberger.

The St. Pete stop has become a favorite among the teams, sponsors and vendors. The yacht-friendly, waterfront venue is spectacular, the weather is balmy and drivers and team members can walk to the track from their hotel. A sense of community-bonding develops.

“We call it ‘The fastest spring break in the world,'” says Ramsberger. “People like it because it’s, well, fun to go fast, and the drivers are so accessible. But on another level, it’s a great way for companies to energize their employees and their customers. There are concerts and air shows. It’s a fantastic marketing platform.”

Notable, Quotable

*”In motor racing, you have to ask for a lot of support, and it takes a lot of money. It’s not just me. It’s also the fans. Without them, I wouldn’t be what I am. The life I live is because of the fans. Any time I can give back, I try to. Especially for kids.”

*”Motor racing is an interesting phenomenon. It seems that fast cars attract pretty woman, and guys really respect the technology and taking corners and going 200 mph.”

*”Indy on race day is unique. In the morning, you can feel the tension and apprehension of the race. It sends shivers down your spine.”

*”What’s it like to race? Well, you get used to it. It’s funny, but when the car is handling right, everything seems to happen slowly.”

*”I’m relatively relaxed on public roads. Also careful. Especially in St. Pete at night. People try to time the lights. I wait.”

*”I have become Americanized. I love the conveniences. You can drive through anything, from banki
ng to dry cleaning.”

*”I could live anywhere. I choose here. If you ever lived in England, you’d really appreciate this area. It’s pretty; the weather is nice; there are a lot of good restaurants.”

*”The Letterman Show was fun. He’s amazing. He’s so sharp. You could say the dullest thing, and he can turn it into something funny. It also helped that he’s knowledgeable and passionate about racing. I’m definitely a Letterman guy.”

——————————————————————-**”I sometimes get nervous, but Dan is a true competitor at heart, and I love watching him do what he enjoys most. You try not to think about the danger factor and what could happen out there.” – Susie Behm, fiancée.

The Village Wordsmith Matters

As this historic Democratic primary rages on, the battle of words ratchets up. While words are seemingly the coin of the realm to Barack Obama, the Change-Agent/Template Candidate, they’ve become shorthand for shallowness to Hillary Clinton, the self-proclaimed voice of experience.

Words, to be sure, are not more important than actions, solutions, Day 1 readiness and political predisposition. Otherwise, the pantheon of presidents would include Daniel Webster, William Jennings Bryan, Adlai Stevenson, Ted Sorensen and George Will.

Words, of course, depend upon context. They don’t do the heavy lifting; they prioritize what has to be hoisted. They don’t wage war; they provide a rationale and rallying cry for it. Edward R. Murrow once noted that “Winston Churchill mobilized the English language and sent it into battle.” Obama understands the gift – and personifies the metaphor.

Clinton, however, could counter with the sage sentiments of former New York Gov. Mario Cuomo who pragmatically noted: “You campaign in poetry; you govern in prose.”

This much we know. By any other phrasing, memorable observations or declamations would not be the same.

Who knows, for example, the upshot of Martin Luther King’s “I have a dream