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History of Miami

Wednesday, September 10th, 2008

By Carlos Miller | Magic City Media ©2005

Brash and beautiful. Edgy and enticing. And sultry and swank. Miami is all that and much more.

A city that arose from a swampy flatland a little more than 100 years ago, Miami is a bustling metropolis renowned for tourism, fashion and nightlife as well as a Mecca for international trade and business.

It is the youngest city in the United States, but the third most popular destination for international travelers behind Los Angeles and New York, cities that dwarf Miami in size.

Not even a rash of internationally publicized tourist slayings in the early 1990s was enough to permanently deter tourists from vacationing in this tropical city.

Nicknamed “The Magic City” in the early 1900s because it seemingly became a city overnight without ever being a town, Miami has acquired a myriad of other nicknames over the years, including the “The Gateway to the Americas”, “The American Riviera”, The Sixth Borough” as well as the degrading “Cocaine Capital” and embarrassing “Banana Republic.”

It is a city that has weathered hurricanes, riots, scandals, corruption, crime, racial tension, political turmoil and endless waves of immigration, only to bounce back with swaggering bravado.

On the brink of bankruptcy a little more than ten years ago, Miami once again proved its resiliency by recently becoming one of the hottest – if not hottest – real estate markets in the country with more than 100 skyscrapers under construction that are filling the gaps of Miami’s already colorful skyline. Not that real estate booms are anything new to the Magic City.

It is an ever-evolving city that has yet to reach its potential, a culturally diverse metropolis that many believe is a blueprint for American cities in the 21 century. And although Miami is often criticized for having no history, its name was spoken among these parts more than 10,000 years ago.

Mayaimi

In 1567, two years after Pedro Menendez de Avilez founded the country’s oldest permanent city in St. Augustine, the Spanish explorer arrived in South Florida and encountered an Indian settlement on the banks of what is now the Miami River.

The tribe known today as the Tequestas spoke proudly of “Mayaimi” as they pointed to the river, which had been their lifeline for centuries. Back then, the Miami River was a crystal-clear, rapid flowing channel of water that connected Biscayne Bay to Lake Okechobee via the Everglades.
Historians believe Mayaimi meant either “clear water”, “sweet water”, or “big water.” It was most likely the word they used to describe the entire body of water, from the mouth of the river to Lake Okechobee, which at 730-square miles in south-central Florida, is the second largest fresh water lake in the nation.

The Tequestas, who hunted whales in the Atlantic Ocean and deer in the Everglades, had great respect for the water surrounding them. It is unclear where the Tequestas migrated from. Some believe they ventured down south from the Ohio area. And others believe the Tequestas were actually Aztecs who paddled on over from Mexico.

The Spanish, who were most likely seeking gold, built a mission on the north bank of the river in an attempt to convert the Tequestas to Christianity. But the tribe resisted and eventually died off from disease, battle and enslavement brought on by the Europeans.

Today, the legacy of the Tequestas not only lives on with the name of the city, but Tequesta artifacts are continually being uncovered in downtown Miami as old buildings are being demolished to make room for the new skyscrapers. In 1998, construction workers uncovered the Miami Circle on the south bank of the Miami River, a circular piece of limestone bedrock consisting of chiseled holes that is at least 2,000 years old and may have had some sort of religious or spiritual significance to the Tequestas.

Florida remained mostly under Spanish rule for the next two centuries, with some brief interludes of British and French rule. During this time, South Florida became a haven for runaway slaves, displaced Indians and marauding pirates who preyed on Spanish vessels transporting gold from South and Central America back to Spain.

Several other Indian tribes moved into South Florida from Georgia and Alabama to escape the wrath of the United States land expansion. The Indians were joined by the runaway slaves. The Spanish called the new arrivals “Cimarrones”, which means “wild” and “unruly,” and allowed them to live freely in Florida.

But when the Spanish ceded Florida to the United States in 1819, the Cimarrones became known as the Seminoles, a fierce tribe that waged three wars against the United States in the government’s quest to settle South Florida. The Second Seminole War was the bloodiest and costliest of all U.S./Indian wars, as well as the first time the U.S. found itself fighting an enemy specializing in guerrilla tactics.

Fighting next to the Seminoles were the runaway slaves, who became known as the “Black Seminoles.” In an attempt to quash the stubborn Seminoles, the United States built a military barrack on the north bank of the Miami River and the area became known as Fort Dallas. Historians believe that if it weren’t for the resiliency of the Seminoles, and later the Civil War, in which Florida succeeded from the union a mere 16 years after it became a state, Miami would have been established much earlier.

After the Third Seminoles War, the tribe disappeared into the Everglades, letting the white man have the banks of the Miami River and going down in history as the only tribe to never have signed a peace treaty with the United States. The Seminoles retained their grit throughout the years. In 1979, the Seminoles became the first U.S. tribe to sue the government for its right to operate bingo games on the reservation, which paved the way for modern-day gaming on reservations throughout the United States.

Today, the Seminoles own and operate the Seminole Hard Rock Casino in Broward County. The Miccosukee tribe, one of the original tribes from Georgia that had joined the Seminoles when they entered Florida more than two centuries ago, re-established their tribe in 1960. They now operate the Miccosukee Resort and Gaming west of Miami on the edge of the Everglades.

After the Civil War, veterans from both armies and former slaves moved to South Florida to begin a new chapter in their life, joining the black Bahamians already living there. The Bahamians had been coming to South Florida since the early 1800s to salvage the remains of ships that had wrecked on South Florida’s treacherous reefs. They were called “wreckers” and it was a lucrative trade.

The settlement growing around the Miami River was still being called Fort Dallas as other communities emerged along the coast, including Coconut Grove, Buena Vista, Cutler and Lemon City, which is present day Little Haiti.

Despite a few ramshackle buildings in these communities, modern-day Miami was still a swampy jungle infested with alligators, snakes and panthers. It was a remote area that could only be reached by boat, the Last Frontier of the continuous 48 states. And it became the only city in the country to have been founded by a woman.

Birth of a city

Julia Tuttle, an Ohio widow who owned several hundred acres of land on the north side of the Miami River during the late 19th century, envisioned a gateway city for international trade. For years, she had been trying to persuade millionaire Henry Flagler to extend his railroad to South Florida, but he didn’t see the potential of settling a mosquito-infested jungle. That is, until 1895, when a cold spell wiped out crops in all of Florida except the southern tip.

It is said that Tuttle seized on the opportunity to send Flagler a box of orange blossoms from South Florida – ripe and ready to be exported throughout the country – and a city was born. Tuttle, known as the “mother of Miami”, and William and Mary Brickell, who owned land on the south bank of the river, agreed to give Flagler land in exchange for him extending the railroad south. Today, Brickell Avenue, which runs from the south bank of the river, is Miami’s financial district.

The first train pulled up to the north bank of the river in April 1896 with Flagler at the helm. Three months later, the various settlements along the coast were incorporated into a city. Voters wanted to name the new city “Flagler”, after the man that gave them a direct rail line to New York City.

But Flagler wanted to call the city Miami. That was, after all, what the Spanish had called it during the 200 years they controlled it. And what the Tequestas had called it for much longer than that.

Miami became an instant tourist attraction, thanks to Flagler, who built streets, instituted water and power systems and financed the city’s first newspaper, optimistically named The Metropolis. In 1897, Flagler built the Royal Palm Hotel on the north bank of the Miami River, in the heart of modern downtown, a luxurious five-floor, 400-room resort with electric lights, elevators and a swimming pool.

It became an instant winter retreat for the rich and famous, including Andrew Carnegie and John D. Rockefeller. As word spread of the newly formed paradise, thousands flocked to Miami to buy property.
Miami entered the 20th century riding the first of its many real estate booms. As the city expanded westward, the everglades were drained to make room for new houses and roads. Some unsuspecting investors ended up buying worthless swampland. Even back then, Miami was attracting its share of swindlers.

The 1920s land boom

Miami may be southern in geography, but it was built with northern money and inspiration. It was a New Jersey native named John Collins who purchased a strip of swampland off the coast of Miami, envisioning an “Atlantic City of the South”. And it was Carl Fisher, a well-traveled Indiana native who made his fortune selling cars, who envisioned a “Fifth Avenue of the South” on the uninhabited island.

That island became Miami Beach in 1915, where Collins built his oceanfront hotels and casinos, and Fisher built Lincoln Road, a thoroughfare of expensive shops, nightclubs, bars and theaters. That year, Fisher completed the Dixie Highway, a 1,300-mile road that connected Miami to Chicago that ensured a steady flow of tourists.

The two men then began an aggressive marketing campaign targeting northern urbanites. Fisher went as far as purchasing a giant illuminated sign in Times Square during the middle of winter proclaiming “It’s June in Miami”. Thousands responded and Miami Beach became the hottest tourist spot in the country. And unlike the turn of the century, when only the rich and famous could afford the train ticket to Miami, the 1920s was a time when Miami was accessible and affordable to America’s middle class, thanks to the advent of the automobile and Fisher’s Dixie Highway.

World War I had just ended and the economy was thriving. Most families owned cars and brand new highways that connected New York City and Chicago to Miami, kept a steady supply of tourists coming. Unlike in previous years, most of the new visitors were young, middle-class families that came looking for homes and land, rather than resorts and hotels.

Prohibition was keeping the country dry, but people were allowed to drink freely and openly in Miami, as the city gained a reputation for debauchery. Thanks to the hundreds of rum runners smuggling liquor in from the Bahamas and Cuba, Miami had a steady supply of booze to keep people happy. As the tourist slogan confirmed several decades later, “the rules are different here.”

The land boom pushed Miami’s boundaries westward and its buildings skyward. Developers built the Dade County Courthouse, which remained the tallest building south of Baltimore for several decades. They also built a skyscraper modeled on the Giralda Tower in Spain that became known as the Freedom Tower after thousands of Cuban refugees were processed there during the 1960s. In the eyes of the Cuban exile, it is Miami’s Ellis Island.

In 1922, developer George Merrick, the son of a Massachusetts minister, began carving out what would be the nation’s first planned community; an enclave of Spanish castles and tree-lined streets that became known as Coral Gables.

Merrick also built the Biltmore Hotel, another building modeled after the Giralda Tower in Spain. He nicknamed his creation “the City Beautiful.” Today, Coral Gables is a Mediterranean oasis within a thriving metropolis.

But there was a price to pay for paradise as many residents discovered in 1926. A severe hurricane with winds up to 150 mph wiped out most of the city, killing up to 300 people and leaving thousands homeless. Described by the U.S. Weather Bureau as “the most destructive hurricane ever to strike the United States”, the storm destroyed all of Collin’s casinos, washing away his Atlantic City, and flooded Fisher’s Fifth Avenue. It also left Flagler’s Royal Palm Hotel in shambles where it had to be demolished. And it killed Miami’s land boom, placing the city in the Great Depression three years before the rest of the nation.

But Miami managed to rebound from the depression before the rest of the nation, thanks to a new wave of development that sprung up on Miami Beach. The new hotels that emerged from the hurricane rubble became known as the Art Deco District. With their sleek streamlining and bold geometric patterns, the colorful hotels once again turned Miami into a winter playground for rich and famous northeasterners – the only people who could afford it during those years.

Those years may have been lean, but Miami was still able to retain its allure for notoriety. In 1928, Al “Scarface” Capone bought a house in Palm Island, a residential island between Miami and Miami Beach. The man known to the feds as Public Enemy Number One was a notorious Chicago bootlegger. Setting up shop a short boat ride from the Bahamas was a wise business decision. And although Miami officials publicly decried Capone’s arrival, they were secretly grateful. Capone was a big spender during a time when Miami was in the economic doldrums.

Less than a year later, as Capone resided in his new home, a group of his henchmen entered a Chicago warehouse dressed as police officers, and gunned down seven rival mobsters in what went down as the most spectacular mob hit in gangland history. All fingers pointed to Capone, but there was nothing the Feds could do. He had been in Miami.

Nevertheless, newspapers throughout the country dubbed the incident the “St. Valentine’s Day Massacre” and turned Capone into an overnight celebrity. Capone had to hire a press agent to handle the numerous interview requests, which he conducted with his cocky charm and trademark cigar.

Although Capone was eventually jailed for tax evasion, Miami continued to attract its share of criminals.
In 1933, when President-Elect Franklin Delano Roosevelt was touring the country, an Italian immigrant who had moved to Miami from New Jersey, entered a Miami pawnshop and purchased a .32 caliber pistol.

Armed with his new purchase, Giuseppe Zangara joined a crowd of spectators in downtown Miami to listen to Roosevelt’s speech. He worked his way to the front of the crowd, stood up on a wooden chair and fired six times, missing Roosevelt but striking Chicago Mayor Anton Cermak, who died two weeks later. During his trial, Zangara claimed to be an anarchist who was trying to kill Roosevelt. He was electrocuted two weeks later in the Florida State Penitentiary.

Some historians believe Zangara was a hit man hired by Capone to kill the Chicago mayor. Cermak, they say, had been trying to use his political muscle to move in on Capone’s turf. Although Capone was in an Atlanta prison at the time, it was no secret that he had been running his organization from his cell until he was transferred to Alcatraz the following year. Capone returned to Miami after being released from prison in 1939. By then, an untreated dose of syphilis had left him mentally incompetent. He died in his Miami home in 1947.

Black Miami: The Early Years

Despite its northern influence, Miami had a southern police and sheriff’s department that kept it solidly segregated well into the 1960s. Even white Jews were barred from certain Miami Beach hotels until after World War II, an irony considering Jews eventually became a majority on the beach.

But even though Miami’s blacks were treated like second-class citizens, they have long played a role in turning Miami into the Magic City. It was black voters, who made up a third of the vote in 1896, which enabled Miami to become incorporated in the first place. And it was black laborers, mostly Bahamian immigrants, who cleared out the mangroves from the swamp and built the railroad, hotels and streets that turned Miami into a winter playground. It was also Bahamian settlers that established South Florida’s first black community in Coconut Grove four years before Miami became a city.

The 1900 census showed that 40 percent of Miami’s citizens were black, most of them foreign born, mainly from the Bahamas. And for the next twenty years, more than 10,000 black Bahamians immigrated to Miami. By 1920, Bahamian blacks made up 16 percent of the city’s population. Even back then, Miami was a haven for immigrants.

Once Miami was incorporated, blacks were told they could only buy property in a small area north of downtown. The white people called it “Colored Town”. It later became Overtown.

By the 1930s, Overtown was a thriving entertainment district for black performers known as “Little Broadway”. After all, Duke Ellington, Louis Armstrong, Cab Calloway, Louis Armstrong, Count Blasie and Ella Fitzgerald may have been allowed to perform on Miami Beach over the years. Up until the 1960s, they weren’t allowed to sleep in its hotels. So they stayed in Overtown and gave after-hour performances that lasted until daylight.

World War II

Less than a year after Pearl Harbor was attacked, a German U-boat torpedoed an American vessel off the coast of Miami Beach in plain view of carousing tourists who watched the ship burn and sink. That incident, along with more than 20 other similar incidents along the Florida coast that year, prompted the government to turn Miami into a military center.

Miami Beach’s Art Deco hotels were turned into military barracks for the duration of the war, and more than 600,000 service men trained in South Florida throughout the war, keeping Miami’s economy stable. When the war ended, hundreds of veterans remained in Miami, and thousands more moved to the Magic City from all over the country for a piece of postwar sunshine. And as Miami continued expanding westward in yet another development boom, a new style of hotels emerged five miles north of the Art Deco District. Miami, once again, became a tropical retreat for America’s middle class.

During the mid-1950s, post-modern architect Morris Lapidus left his mark on what became known as North Beach by building the Fontainebleau Resort and Eden Roc Hotel. The buildings, with their sweeping forms and eccentric details, were criticized by the architectural world for being gaudy. But they became the backdrop for another generation of jetsetters, gangsters and entertainers.

Meyer Lansky, known as the brain behind Murder Inc., one of Chicago’s most ruthless crime syndicates, was running several illegal gambling and prostitution operations on Miami Beach during this time. All were ignored by the local police. As long as the tourists were happy, so were the locals.

And how could the tourists not be happy? This was a time when Frank Sinatra, Elvis Presley, Bob Hope, Lena Horne, Milton Berle, Bobby Darin, Sammy Davis Jr. and Dean Martin were all performing regularly at these hotels.

By the 1960s, Miami Beach had become a frequent backdrop for television shows, boxing matches and movies. In 1964, a week after the Beatles introduced themselves to America on the Ed Sullivan Show in New York City, the British band flew down to Miami and performed live on the show a second time via satellite. More than 70 million Americans tuned in to see the band that was taking the country by storm.

Nine days later, a young boxer named Cassius Clay shocked the world by defeating heavyweight champion Sonny Liston in Miami Beach for the world title. Shortly after the fight, Clay announced he had joined the Nation of Islam and had changed his name to Muhammad Ali, considered by many to be the greatest boxer of all time.

But before all that happened, a revolution had been brewing 90 miles south of Florida that would forever change the face of Miami.

“El exilo”

On New Years Day in 1959, Fidel Castro overthrew Cuban dictator Fulgencio Batista, setting the stage for thousands of middle and upper class Cubans to flee their homeland for Miami. They arrived in Miami thinking it would be a temporary stay. After all, they had the backing of the United States, who had vowed to combat communism throughout the world.

In 1961, the CIA trained almost 1,500 Cuban exiles for a planned invasion of Cuba. President John F. Kennedy promised them full air support. Not only was the Bay of Pigs invasion supposed to take Castro by surprise, the U.S. government’s involvement was supposed to remain a secret.

But the plan failed miserably. Castro’s army was fully prepared and once word of the invasion reached Moscow, the Soviets responded by threatening the United States with warfare unless they backed off immediately. The Air Force was called off, leaving the exiles, known as the Brigade 2506, at the mercy of Castro’s army. Almost 200 exiles were killed and almost 1,200 captured.

Less than a year later, Kennedy got the prisoners released by giving Castro $50 million in medical and baby supplies. Then, against the advice of his advisors, he flew down to Miami to visit with 30,000 Cubans in the Orange Bowl, where he accepted the brigade flag for safekeeping and promised that it would fly over a free Havana soon.

But Kennedy was killed less than a year later and the Cuban exiles never forgave him for the Bay of Pigs fiasco. Some conspiracy theorists speculate that Cuban exiles from Miami were behind the assassination, along with the CIA and the mafia. In 1976, Bay of Pigs veterans hired a lawyer to get the brigade flag back from storage in a museum basement. Today, the flag is on permanent display at the Bay of Pigs Museum in Miami.

The Bay of Pigs is responsible for turning hundreds of thousands of Cuban exiles into republicans, creating a powerful voting bloc that permanently changed politics in a city that had been democratic since its birth. It also fueled the creation of several anti-Castro militant groups in Miami.

One of the first groups called itself Alpha 66 and claims to have conducted hundreds of military operations against the Cuban government throughout the 1960s. Other Cuba exile groups emerged that began a series of bombings against local business and people whom they believed were sympathetic to the Castro regime.

One Cuban exile, Orlando Bosch, was convicted in 1968 for firing a bazooka at a Polish freighter in the Port of Miami because it was trading with Cuba. Bosch, who served four years for that incident, spent another eleven years in a Venezuelan jail for his alleged role in the 1976 bombing of a Cuban airliner, which killed 73.

In 1983, the Miami City Commission, which by then had become majority Cuban, proclaimed an “Orlando Bosch Day” in his honor. Bosch, who was reportedly trained by the CIA, was pardoned by Republican President George Bush in the early 1990s.

Another exile, Luis Posada Carriles, also served time in a Venezuelan jail for the 1976 Cuban airliner incident. Posada, who escaped from jail in 1985, continued his terrorist activities, including bombing a Cuban hotel in 1997 that killed an Italian tourist, he admitted to the New York Times that same year. In
2005, he snuck into the United States seeking asylum, hoping George W. Bush would pardon him as his father pardoned Bosch more than a decade earlier.

But Bush, who was fighting his “war on terror” abroad, found it difficult to justify granting Posada asylum. As of this writing, Posada’s case was still being reviewed by the U.S. Government. And there has been no word from the Miami City Commission on whether they plan to proclaim an official Luis Posada Day.

In 1972, three Cuban exiles from Miami were among the five arrested for breaking into Democratic National Committee headquarters in Washington DC, an incident that lead to the downfall of President Richard Nixon.

Eugenio Martinez, Virgilio Gonzalez and Bernard Barker all had CIA ties. Barker, despite his Anglo surname, was a former member of the secret police of Fulgencio Batista, the fascist dictator whom Castro replaced. A fourth burglar, Frank Sturgis, was an Italian-American who lived in Miami and helped organize the Bay of Pigs invasion. Sturgis is believed to have recruited the Cubans for the operation.
Nixon, who owned a home in Miami’s Key Biscayne, had watched his presidential administration come full circle in Miami. The lifelong politician had won his presidential nomination on Miami Beach during the 1968 Republican National Convention – as Miami’s first inner city riot broke out seven miles across the bay.

Racial unrest

By the late 1960s, more than 100,000 Jews had relocated to Miami Beach from the northeast, an influx second in size only to the near 500,000 Cubans who had settled in a working class neighborhood west of downtown, known today as Little Havana.

Miami had become a curious mix of rural whites, native blacks, Jewish transplants and Cuban exiles, a recipe that created an underlying tension for several decades. And its police department, which had remained stoutly southern in attitude, was overwhelmingly white, despite patrolling a city that was almost one-third black.

Adding to the tension was the decision to construct Interstate 95 through the heart of Overtown, which wiped out the neighborhood’s main business district and cultural center, marking the end of what had been known as “Little Broadway.” Population dropped from 40,000 to 10,000.

The late 1960s was a time when civil unrest around the globe was strife, a period in which the civil rights movement was sweeping across the South. But to the blacks living in Miami, who were losing low-income jobs to the Cuban immigrants, it seemed as if the civil rights movement had stopped short of the Miami border.

In 1968, as the nation’s spotlight shone on Miami Beach for the Republican National Convention, Miami blacks staged a rally in the hopes it would generate national attention. The rally began in Liberty City, a black community north of Overtown. And it turned violent when a group of youths threw rocks at a car driven by a white man with the bumper sticker “George Wallace for president” on his car. Wallace was the Alabama Governor running for president who supported segregation.

The man ended up crashing his car and a group of black youths began chasing him. He ended up getting pulled inside a bar by a group of black men who protected him. His car was overturned and set on fire.

That incident attracted the attention of Florida Governor Claude Kirk, who was at the convention when the riot broke out. He met with the blacks, listened to their grievances and agreed to meet with them the following morning to come up with a solution. But he never showed up, which lead to more rocks and bottles being thrown.

Police ended up firing into a crowd of demonstrators, killing two people. Officers killed two more people before the riot ended five days after it started. An investigation found no wrongdoing on behalf of police.

By the time Nixon resigned, the Cuban anti-militant groups in Miami had become more violent, assassinating six people between 1973 and 1976 for voicing moderate opinions about U.S. relations with Cuba. They were also responsible for a car bomb that blew off the legs of Emilio Milian, a popular news director for WQBA – “La Cubanisima” – who dared condemn the exile violence on the radio.

Once the Cubans had earned the reputation of being the most violent ethnic group in Miami, in came the Colombian cocaine cowboys, who started a gang war reminiscent of 1930s Chicago, but with better weapons.

In 1979, after several gangland slayings in Miami, Colombian drug traffickers entered a liquor store in Dadeland Mall and emptied their machine guns, killing two rival gang members as well as two liquor store employees. The Colombians began earning a reputation of leaving no witness behind, regardless of their involvement in the drug trade.

The Roaring 80s

Miami had reached a boiling point in its short history. It was like a teenager who had grown up too fast, seeing things most adults never do. It was not the melting pot that civic leaders portrayed it to be, but a bubbling chemical experiment.

It began smoldering in the late 1970s with the arrival of more than a hundred thousand Haitian and Nicaraguan refugees. The Haitians, who were black, poor and did not speak English, arrived in rickety boats, fleeing poverty and human rights abuses imposed by Dictator Jean-Claude Duvalier.

The Nicaraguans, who came from their country’s upper and middle class, arrived by plane, fleeing the newly imposed Sandanista government. The federal government ruled that the Haitians were not allowed to enter the country because they were fleeing economic hardships rather than a communist regime, a judgment that was perceived as racist by Miami’s Haitian and African-American communities.

Adding sparks to this simmering tension was the Mariel boatlift, which began in April 1980 and brought more than 125,000 Cuban refugees to Miami over a six-month period. It is estimated that up to 25,000 of them had been released from Castro’s jails or mental institutions.

Miami then exploded with one of the bloodiest civil disturbances in the history of the United States.
On May 17th, one month into the boatlift, an all-white jury acquitted four police officers in the death of Arthur McDuffie, a black ex-marine who was beaten to death by several white police officers. McDuffie was unarmed and had no criminal record when he was chased on his motorcycle and beaten to death for a traffic violation six months earlier.

Police had then tried to cover up his death by making it look like he died from injuries sustained in the motorcycle wreck. As news of the verdict spread through Miami’s black neighborhoods, a rage that had been simmering for years erupted onto streets.

Black residents pulled white drivers out of cars and killed them before turning the cars over and setting them on fire. White residents drove into black neighborhoods and began shooting blacks at random, including a 14-year-old boy who was shot in the head.

Police and blacks exchanged gunfire as businesses were looted and burned. And for three days, a black plume of smoke hung over Miami as the Florida National Guard tried to maintain order. When it was over, 18 people were dead, more than 400 injured and more than $1 million were left in damages.

In the wake of the riot, black community leaders echoed the same reasons they did after the 1968 riot: Loss of jobs to Cuban refugees and excessive brutality at the hands of Miami police. There had been a series of well-publicized police injustices against the black community in the year leading up to the riot including a white state trooper getting probation for molesting a black girl.

When police killed McDuffie in December of 1979, it had been another drop in the bucket for Miami’s black community. But when the all-white jury acquitted the four white officers, it became a flaming match thrown into a can of gasoline.

However, the lesson fell on deaf ears because Miami officials had their hands full with the thousands of Cuban and Haitian refugees swarming the city. Five months after the riot and six months into the boatlift, crime in Miami had skyrocketed - including a 775 percent increase in robberies – mostly attributed to the criminal element among the Cuban refugees.

And despite an increase in Coast Guard boats that began intercepting Haitian refugees at sea and turning them back, the Haitians continued coming to Miami for a chance at a better life. In 1981, the bodies of 33 Haitians who had drowned at sea after their boat had capsized, washed upon an exclusive residential beach in Broward County, once again, shedding an international spotlight on South Florida.

As rival Colombian gangs continued to shoot it out on Miami’s streets in a bloody battle for cocaine territory, the criminal element among the newly arrived Cuban refugees moved in for a piece of the action. And so did Miami police, who were on their way to becoming the most corrupt police department in the United States.

By the end of 1981, Miami had become the “Murder Capital of the USA” for the second year in a row, with an average of two murders a day, mostly attributed to the flourishing drug trade. Bodies were popping up everywhere.

Bound and gagged and stuffed in car trunks. Slumped over steering wheels after being machine gunned at traffic lights. And strewn in Dumpsters, canals and shallow graves in the Everglades. It got so bad that a refrigerated trailer that had been seized in a drug raid was placed outside the morgue to handle the overflow of bodies.

And the turmoil continued into 1982, when another three days of rioting broke out in Miami’s black community after a Cuban police officer shot and killed a 20-year-old black man who appeared to be reaching for a gun. But this time, they did not wait for a trial and verdict to begin rioting. It started less than an hour after the shooting. One person died in that riot – a black looter at the hands of a police officer.

Then came the Miami River Cops case. In 1985, more than a dozen police officers raided a drug boat docked on the Miami River to steal cocaine. Three drug dealers ended up jumping overboard and drowning. The cops also killed a bar owner as a way to eliminate the middleman in their flourishing drug business.

An investigation unveiled a wide pattern of corruption within the Miami Police Department that had been building up for years. More than two dozen police officers were convicted and 17 officers sent to prison. And almost 100 other officers were disciplined for their involvement. Most of the corrupt officers were young, Hispanic and part of the recruiting class of 1980, in which the department significantly lowered standards to meet the demands of a city facing skyrocketing crime.

In the late 1980s, another wave of Nicaraguan immigrants arrived in Miami, fleeing the civil war that was ravaging their country. Unlike the previous Nicaraguan immigrants, most of these immigrants were poor and unskilled. And rather than fly into Miami International Airport as their predecessors did, they worked their way up through Central America and Mexico, entering the country through Texas before making their way to Miami to join the more than 100,000 Nicaraguans who had settled in the city in the prior decade.

The decade ended just the way it started; with another inner-city riot. But this time, more than 1,500 journalists were in town for the Super Bowl, a moment that civic leaders were counting on to change Miami’s image.

On Martin Luther King Jr. Day in 1989, just six days before Miami would host its sixth Super Bowl, a Colombian police officer shot and killed a 23-year-old unarmed black motorcyclist in the back of the head. A second black man, who was a passenger on the motorcycle, died the following day from injuries sustained in the wreck that followed.

Within minutes of the initial shooting, crowds gathered at the scene and began pelting police officers with rocks and bottles. By that evening, cars and buildings were burning in several black communities in Miami. After two days of rioting and looting, one person was dead and more than 20 cars and buildings had been torched.

A month later, the riot claimed its second victim, a black man who had intervened when he saw two black men attack a white man during the riot, allowing the white man to escape. Hilliet Williams, a lifelong resident of Liberty City, had been beaten so severely that he was hospitalized for a month before he died. Almost a year later, as the city held its breath for another riot, the officer in the shooting was convicted for manslaughter. William Lozano appealed the decision and was acquitted in 1993. Nobody rioted.

The 1980s were by far the most turbulent and divisive decade for Miami, but there were many shining moments. The University of Miami Hurricanes emerged as a national powerhouse that decade, winning three national championships by mostly recruiting South Florida high school football players – many who grew up playing on Miami’s riot-torn streets.

Those three championships marked some of the few times during the 1980s where the city celebrated together, regardless of ethnicity. Today, with five national championships under its belt, the Hurricanes provide more players to the National Football League than any other university by continuing to recruit local high school players.

“The Big One”

Miami entered the 1990s battled-scarred, hardened and wizened. But thanks to the popular 1980s TV show Miami Vice, there was a steady increase in tourism. Foreigners wanted to see the colorful city they saw on the television screen. After all, Miami Vice made the once-famous Art Deco District look like a trendy neighborhood of sexy urbanites. The truth, however, was that it had become a slum; a neighborhood of elderly Jewish transplants, drug addicts and homeless people. It wasn’t a safe place at night.

So civic leaders and developers restored the district to how it looked in its heyday in the 1930s. And almost overnight, South Beach became the hippest party district in the world with nightclubs that pulsated until dawn. It became the backdrop for fashion magazines throughout the world. And it became the destination for jetsetters around the world.

So now things were looking up for Miami. Crime was down and tourism was up. Most of the criminals who came on the Mariel boatlift were either in prison or had killed each other off. The majority of the immigrants, whether they were from Cuba, Haiti, Nicaragua or Central and South America, had settled in a steady routine of honest living.

So Mother Nature decided to stir things up a bit with a category five hurricane in August 1992. Hurricane Andrew packed sustained winds of 165 mph, striking Miami with a ferocity that had not been experienced since the 1926 hurricane. Andrew roared through Miami-Dade County for four hours, tearing off rooftops, blasting windows and plucking trees from the ground.

When it was over, 15 people were dead, more than 25,000 homes demolished and another 100,000 damaged. Another 29 people died in the wake of the storm that, up until Hurricane Katrina in 2005, was the nation’s costliest natural disaster, having caused more than $25 billion in damage.

But unlike the 1926 hurricane, Andrew struck south of the city, concentrating most of the damage to South Miami-Dade County and saving the newly renovated Art Deco District from major damage. So that winter, as Miami tried to rebound from Hurricane Andrew, tourism picked up stronger than ever. And that set the stage for Miami’s next crisis.

The 1980s had turned Miami residents into the best-armed civilians in the country. That became evident after Hurricane Andrew, when hundreds of Miamians were openly walking around with guns on their belts to protect their property from looters. Knowing the violence could strike anywhere, at any moment, Miami residents did not hesitate to defend themselves against attackers. So the criminals turned to the tourists, which became easy targets in their rental cars.

It started in January, 1993 when a 33-year-old Canadian tourist was shot and killed as he drove his rental car in Miami Beach. Four days later, a Venezuelan diplomat was robbed and murdered outside a private home as he pulled up in his rental car to attend a dinner party.

And less than two months later, a 59-year-old German tourist was killed as he tried to rescue his wife from a purse snatcher. The following month, another German tourist was murdered, this one a 39-year-old mother whose rental car was bumped from behind. When she stepped out to survey the damage, two men robbed and beat her, then ran her over.

As Miami tried to recover the international black eye that was causing tourism to plummet, the FBI began investigating Miami City Hall for corruption. It turned out that Miami’s city officials - while telling the world that Miami was no more unlawful than any other major city in the United States - were pocketing thousands of dollars in bribes and bilking millions from taxpayers.

It all went down in 1996 as Miami celebrated its centennial anniversary. The FBI swept down on Miami City Hall, arresting City Manager Cesar Odio, City Commissioner Miller Dawkins and Lobbyist Jorge Luis de Cardenas in a bribes-for-contracts scandal. All three ended up in prison as well as Miami Finance Director turned informant Manohar Surana. The investigation also led to the conviction and imprisonment of Miami-Dade County Commissioner James Burke.

Mayor Stephen Clark, who had presided over Miami through a good part of two decades, had died in office six months before the arrests. It was alleged that he was also benefiting from shady dealing.

Court documents show that Odio had also set up a special account with more than $1 million each year in taxpayer’s money that was available to him and other commissioners when ever they felt the need to take their friends and family out to expensive dinners, sporting events or vacations. This money was also used to make donations to political organizations.

The result: Miami was $70 million in the hole – a city on the brink of bankruptcy.

When word of the financial crisis reached Wall Street, Miami’s bond rating was reduced to junk status. Then a movement to abolish Miami emerged. Their goal was to dissolve the Magic City into the county and pretend it never existed. The issue was put on a ballot in 1997: Should the city of Miami be wiped off the map? The voters said no - all 24 percent of registered voters who showed up to vote.

Dead man voting

Two months after Miami’s resurrection, voters went to the polls again, this time to vote for a new mayor. After the ballots had been counted, Xavier Suarez emerged as the victor, ousting incumbent Joe Carollo, who had taken office 15 months earlier to replace the late Steve Clark.

But his victory was immediately deemed suspicious because there was such a large disparity between votes cast at the polls and absentee ballots. A Miami Herald investigation determined that many of the absentee ballots had been cast by voters who lived outside Miami’s city limits. And other absentee ballots had been cast by convicted felons, who are forbidden to vote in Florida. On Election Day, several of Suarez’s volunteers paid homeless people $10 each to vote for Suarez.

And in one case, an absentee ballot was cast by a man who had died four years earlier.

In his first two weeks in office, as state investigators began looking into the potential fraud, Suarez fired City Manager Ed Marquez, who was being credited by Wall Street for getting the city back on financial track. Suarez then tried forcing the resignation of Police Chief Donald Warshaw, along with 70 other department heads, but the State Attorney stepped in and told him that would be illegal. During Suarez’s first two months in office, Miami went through five city managers.

Suarez then appointed City Commissioner Humberto Hernandez – who was under federal indictment for money laundering – to investigate the state agency that was investigating the mayor for voting fraud. The mayor then flew up to New York and told financial analysts that the city’s $70 million shortfall was fiction, a tall tale created by previous mayor and political opponent Joe Carollo. But Wall Street officials did not buy that story. Suarez’s antics were so absurd, even for Miami standards, that Miami Herald columnist Carl Hiaasen began calling him “Mayor Loco.”

Four months after Suarez was sworn into office, a judge voided the election because of fraud. The city that had survived abolishment a year earlier no longer had a mayor. A week later, a separate panel of judges reinstated Carollo as mayor, stating that he would have won in November if it had not been for the fraud. Carollo, whose nickname in the local media was “Crazy Joe”, immediately fired the city manager, replacing him with Miami Police Chief Donald Warshaw. The sixth city manager is six months.

Five months later, Miami Commissioner Humberto Hernandez was convicted for his role in the voter fraud and the unrelated money laundering charge, and ended up serving four years in prison. Although 26 people were arrested in the voter fraud scandal, there was no evidence that Suarez was aware of the illegal activities.

The Miami Herald won a Pulitzer Prize in investigative reporting. With the exception of the Florida Marlins winning the World Series in 1997, only five years after their inaugural season, Miami managed to remain out of the national spotlight for more than a year.

But that would all come to end on the morning of Thanksgiving Day 1999 when a five–year-old Cuban boy was found clinging to an inner tube three miles off the coast of Florida.

Elian

Elian Gonzalez was one of only three survivors among 14 people who had set sail on a small boat from Cuba. His mother had died when the boat capsized. He was taken in by relatives in Miami who defiantly vowed to keep him despite the fact that his father in Cuba demanded his son be returned to him. Elian became a symbol of freedom for Miami’s Cuban community and a political pawn for local politicians.

It turned into an international child custody dispute that divided Miami among ethnic lines, destroyed political careers, altered the outcome of a presidential election and ultimately portrayed Miami’s Cuban community to the rest of the nation as fanatical extremists who place politics over family. Six weeks after the boy was found at sea, the U.S. Immigration and Naturalization Service ruled that the boy needed to be reunited with his father. They set a January 14th deadline, one week from the ruling.

Within hours, hundreds of Cuban Americans stormed the streets in Miami, vowing to paralyze the city. They linked arms and formed human chains to clog traffic in various pockets of Miami, specifically in downtown. They plopped down on the only road leading to the Port of Entry. And they disrupted traffic on Miami’s expressways by driving slow. More than 100 people were arrested in the protest that lasted throughout the evening and the following morning. Police finally dispersed the crowds with tear gas.

Meanwhile, the boy’s Miami family, consisting of his great-uncle and second cousin, challenged the federal decision in a state family court, which ruled in the family’s favor. But U.S. Attorney General Janet Reno – who was born and raised in Miami - overruled Florida’s court decision. She did, however, extend the deadline indefinitely for the boy to be reunited with his father.

The drama intensified two months later when Miami-Dade County Mayor Alex Penelas - an up-and-coming politician who was rumored to be Al Gore’s running mate in the 2000 election - committed political suicide by openly defying the federal government.

During a press conference on the steps of the U.S. Federal Courthouse in Miami, Penelas accused the Clinton administration of provoking civil unrest in Miami by insisting that Elian be reunited with his father. He also declared that county police would not assist federal agents if it came down to them having to seize Elian from his Miami family. It wasn’t a pretty moment for the democrat who had been named People magazine’s “sexiest politician” in 1999.

Not missing a beat, City of Miami Mayor Joe Carollo, old Crazy Joe himself, declared that he was not going to allow city police to assist federal agents in seizing the boy. To the rest of the nation, it appeared as if Miami’s top two politicians, both born in Cuba, were in the process of seceding from the United States. Although many of their Cuban-American constituents cheered their defiance, many in Miami’s Anglo and black population – as well as non-Cuban Latin American population – were disgusted.
Reno set another deadline for the Miami family to turn the boy over, which the family ignored.

Nine days later on Easter weekend, federal authorities raided the house where Elian had been staying, seizing the boy in a moment that was captured on camera and broadcast to the rest of world in minutes.

Within hours, hundreds of Cubans had taken to the streets. Some overturned and burned Dumpsters. Some burned the American flag. And a few others threw rocks and bottles at police. Police, for the second time in three months, were forced to use tear gas to disperse the crowds. More than 300 people were arrested.

The protests continued for several days and included a day-long strike that shut down most businesses in Hialeah and Little Havana, Miami-Dade’s most populated Cuban communities.

A week later, about 2,500 people, mostly Anglos and blacks - with a scattering of Cuban-Americans and other Latin Americans - held a counterdemonstration in South Miami-Dade to voice their support for Reno’s decision.

Meanwhile, Miami Mayor Joe Carollo was seething at not having been notified by Miami Police Chief William O’Brien of the impending raid. Not having the power to fire the chief, Carollo ordered Miami City Manager Donald Warshaw to fire him. Warshaw refused, so he was fired. O’Brien resigned the following day, saying he could no longer work for a divisive mayor in a city that needed to heal.

The two Anglos were replaced by Cubans, further infuriating Miami’s non-Cuban community. The following day, someone draped a banner in front of City Hall with the simple message, “Banana Republic,” dropping a load of bananas in the parking lot.

The Cuban community vowed to get their revenge come Election Day. Seven months after the raid, they showed up in droves to vote against Al Gore. The Democrat Presidential Candidate ended up receiving 70,000 fewer votes in Miami-Dade County than Democrat Bill Clinton did four years earlier. Republican George Bush ended up winning the state of Florida by 538 votes, his victory sealed by the U.S. Supreme Court that year.

Like the 1980 riot, the Elian Gonzalez affair exposed deep cultural divisions within Miami. As one local columnist put it, “the six-year-old boy has proven to be the single most destructive force in South Florida since Hurricane Andrew.”

It was a harsh reality check for residents who had convinced themselves that Miami had matured into a world-class city; that despite the crime, corruption and chaos that had prevailed in the previous two decades, Miami was on par with New York, Chicago and Los Angeles, cities that Miami had been trying to emulate since its conception.

But the truth was, those more-established cities viewed Miami as an enfant terrible, a nice place to visit during the winter, maybe even a decent place to retire, but as politically and economically stable as a third world country. The fact that Mayor Joe Carollo was arrested for domestic violence in February 2001, less than a year after Elian’s seizure, prompted the New York Times to say that Miami was “the epicenter of embarrassment.”

It didn’t help that five months later, former city manager Donald Warshaw was sentenced to a year in prison for stealing nearly $70,000 from a children’s charity while serving as Miami’s police chief. And four months after that, 13 Miami police officers were arrested by the FBI and charged with shooting unarmed citizens and conspiring to cover it up by planting guns in four separate incidents.

Most of the victims were black. Eleven of the officers were Hispanic. Two were Anglo. Miami, it seemed, was on the verge of another civil breakdown.

The biggest blow to Miami’s ego that year, not to mention its pocketbook, was the sudden loss of the Latin Grammys awards show to Los Angeles after more than 60 Cuban exile groups had planned to protest the internationally televised event. The exiles believed the musicians were agents of Fidel Castro, an opinion shared by Crazy Joe Carollo.

Latin Grammy organizers pulled out of Miami less than a month before the scheduled event saying they feared for the safety of attendees. After all, on two previous occasions during the late 1990s, exile groups spat on and pelted fans with rocks and eggs as they entered a concert where Cuban musical groups were going to perform.

The loss of the event ended up costing Miami an estimated $35 million. The New York Times described it as “the latest embarrassment for Miami.” And The Los Angeles Times described it as a “public relations black eye and a major economic blow for Miami.” But Carollo offered no apologies, saying the demonstrators’ first amendment rights took precedence over the millions the city would have raked in.

The loss also exposed something never seen before in Miami: A rift between the normally unified Cuban exile community. Two weeks after the announcement, six Cuban American groups lead a caravan
through the streets of Miami denouncing the Cuban hardliners by protesting the “climate of violence and terrorism.” The groups also vowed that they would lobby to bring more Cuban artists into Miami as a way for young Cuban Americans – many who had never set foot on the island – to keep in touch with their roots and culture. It was a monumental moment in the 42-year history of the Miami exile community that was reported on page B5 of The Miami Herald.

That November, as Crazy Joe ran for re-election against Mayor Loco, a political newcomer stepped into the ring.

A New Beginning

To Miami’s Anglo and black communities, mayoral candidate Manny Diaz seemed no different than the other six men running for mayor in 2001. Like five of his opponents, Diaz was born in Cuba, so he appealed to the powerful Cuban American voting bloc. The only non-Cuban running for mayor that year was Maurice Ferre, a career politician who was born in Puerto Rico and became Miami’s first Hispanic mayor in 1973.

Diaz was viewed with skepticism when he vowed to unite Miami’s divided cultures. After all, he was one of the attorneys for Elian Gonzalez’s Miami family during the four-month saga. Most Anglo and black voters didn’t even bother voting that year.

But a look into Diaz’s background shows that perhaps he does have a genuine interest in reaching out to other cultures. In 1980, when Diaz was fresh out of law school and the Mariel boatlift was creating serious rifts between Miami’s Anglo and Cuban communities, Diaz stepped in to lead the newly formed Spanish American League Against Discrimination. Although the primary goal of the organization was to protect Cubans against discrimination, Diaz took it a step further by protesting the double-standard that was applied to Haitian refugees who were being shipped back to Haiti.

And in 1979, Diaz joined Carrie Meek’s campaign, helping the African American politician to get elected to the Florida House of Representatives. Four years later, Meek became the first black to be elected to the Florida Senate. Diaz spent the next twenty years building a multimillion dollar law firm while helping democrat candidates get elected, preferring to remain behind the political scene.

But even though he was a lifelong democrat, Diaz registered as an independent prior to running for mayor in 2001, perhaps in an attempt not to be compared to a Castro-loving communist by his fellow exiles. Diaz said he switched parties during the Elian fiasco because he had become disillusioned with the party.

Regardless of the reasons, it was Miami’s Cuban community that got him elected.
Diaz shocked Miami residents by not firing anybody during his first two weeks of taking office, a tradition that had been established during the prior decade with Mayor Loco and Crazy Joe. And four years into his term, he has not spent a night in jail for domestic violence or been investigated for voter fraud.

For Miami standards, he was boring. For New York standards, he was impressive. In 2004, the Manhattan Institute, a respected think tank based out of New York City, awarded Diaz with its Urban Innovator Award. After all, since Diaz took office in 2001, Miami’s bond rating went from junk to investment status, leading to a surge in private investment and a multibillion dollar development boom that is altering the city’s skyline. Another factor was that major crime in Miami had plummeted to its lowest level since 1978.

Diaz also led the way in persuading Latin Grammy organizers to return to Miami in 2003, giving the city a chance to repair its image of right-wing extremism. Diaz struck a deal with organizers of the event that placed the obligatory Cuban exile protesters in an area that would not put the attendees in direct contact with them. The exile groups voiced their disappointment, reminiscing of the days when Crazy Joe gave them his full support. But Diaz stuck to his guns, saying he was looking out for the entire city rather than a boisterous constituency.

As it turned out, the protesters got their way anyway, thank to President George W. Bush, who denied entry to the Cuban performers by not authorizing their visas. Miami officials proclaimed the event a success, a step in the right direction for Miami’s tarnished image. And even though Latin Grammy organizers decided to host the show in Los Angeles the following year, the 2003 event had laid the groundwork for an even bigger event – the MTV Video Music Awards show.

In 2004, for the first time in its 21 year history, the MTV Video Music Awards show was held in a city other than New York or Los Angeles. The unpredictable, sometimes racy event was a perfect match for Miami. And it pumped an estimated $100 million into the local economy, a godsend considering it was held in August during Miami’s slowest tourist month. It was deemed such a success that MTV chose Miami for its award show in 2005. For perhaps the first time in history, Los Angeles and New York were outshined by their younger rival to the south.

But Mayor Diaz refused to get caught up in the hype, a mistake that has plagued Miami for more than a century. Instead, he told members of the Manhattan Institute that Miami was on its way to becoming a world-class city, but it most likely won’t happen under his administration, even if does get reelected in 2005. And unlike the time when Mayor Loco flew to New York and told analysts that Miami’s financial shortfalls were a work of fiction, no one in the room doubted him.

The truth is, beneath all the glamour and the glitz that Miami loves to promote, there are serious issues that affect any city experiencing growing pains. In 2000, the U.S Census said Miami was the poorest city in the United States. In 2003, Miami still had a high rate of poverty, but it had become the fifth poorest city in the country.

And although immigrants from the Caribbean and Latin America continue to pour into Miami, they are quickly absorbed into the local economy. Colombians, Brazilians, Venezuelans, Argentines and Jamaicans continue to diversify the city that was built by Bahamians and revolutionized by Cubans and internationalized by everybody else. There is even a growing Russian community that is informally referred to as “Little Moscow.”

Twenty-five years after the Mariel and Haitian boatlifts, a significant portion of the arrivals have started their own businesses, setting the standard for the new arrivals. Many of their children have graduated college and speak two languages.

And the face of Miami has spread beyond its borders up to Broward and Palm Beach Counties, where the populations of Colombians, Jamaicans, Haitians, Brazilians and Asians have skyrocketed in the last decade. There was a time when these counties wanted nothing to do with Miami. The old joke was that you needed a passport to drive from Broward into Miami-Dade County.

But in 2004, civic leaders from the tri-county area formed the South Florida Regional Business Alliance, a regional push to obtain government funds for infrastructure, attract investors and promote tourism for the three counties. In 2003, the federal government recognized the tri-county area as the sixth-largest metropolitan area in the nation.

The U.S. Census also said the tri-county area, an area referred to as South Florida with a population of more than five million people, is the most diverse region in the country.

Many sociologists believe that Miami is the city of the future, a reflection of how the rest of the nation will look during the next century. Some economists believe Florida, led by Miami, will dominate US trade this century, replacing New York and California as the major points of transport.

After all, they say, the trading routes will run north to south rather than east to west. Others say those theories are hype considering the area was nothing but a snake-infested jungle when New York and Los Angeles were older than Miami is today.

But if history is any indicator, anything is possible in the Magic City.

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TASK FORCE PRESSURES LANDLORDS TO CLEAN UP

Monday, September 8th, 2008

The Arizona Republic
November 10, 2003

By Carlos Miller
They are the drug-ridden, roach-infested apartment complexes that blemish many parts of the Valley: deteriorating eyesores that have gone largely ignored by their owners, substandard rentals that many people call home.

And they are in the crosshairs of the Slumlord Task Force, a coalition of law enforcement officials, city code enforcers, city and county attorneys, county health inspectors and federal housing officials.

Its goal: To force property owners to clean the blight and crime off their property by threatening them with fines, prosecution, liens and public humiliation.

“Word is getting out that we mean business,” said Joe Parma, a Phoenix code enforcer who has been part of the task force since 1999. That’s when the state passed one of the toughest anti-slum laws in the country.

Asslan Morina, who bought a 14-unit west Phoenix apartment complex in February, said he has gotten the message since being singled out by the task force.

Morina, who said he inherited a load of problems from the previous owner, has spent about $8,000 on repairs and has a ways to go.

Officials say the 5-year-old anti-slum program has been successful in getting owners to clean up their property, which has led to improved living conditions for tenants. Police statistics back up their claim, revealing a drop in violence and drug crimes on the properties after the task force stepped in.

“I’ve seen complete turnarounds on some of these properties,” said Phoenix police Detective Diane Martin, who has been part of the task force since 1999.

The real winners are the residents, many who are poverty-stricken and have spent years silently living in crumbling conditions.

“They’ve painted the walls, they installed new cabinets, they put in a new floor in the bathroom,” said Julia Ortiz, who has lived with her four children in the same apartment unit in south Phoenix for three years.

But she said the improvements were not made until recently.

Francisco Vargas, 30, who lives in a $450-a-month apartment in south Phoenix with his wife and three children, lived in misery during the scorching summer of 2002 because the owner refused to fix their air-conditioner.

But since the task force stepped in on Feb. 10, they have a running air-conditioner as well as a working stove, which had gone unrepaired for months.

“Last year wasn’t so good, but this year is much better,” he said.

Cities’ ’slum list’

The anti-slum program was launched in Phoenix in 1998 but began targeting properties in Glendale and Tempe this year thanks to a federal grant. The grant will be renewable in April, but there is no guarantee it will come through again, said Beth Beringhaus, who oversees the task force program for the Maricopa County Attorney’s Office.

Other Valley cities showed interest in the program, but they needed to beef up their city code ordinances first, she said.

As of October, there were 27 properties in the three cities on the task force’s blacklist, which is posted on the county attorney’s Web site,

“There is a stigma attached to it. Nobody wants their property on the slum list,” said Jana Sorensen, a deputy attorney with the Maricopa County Attorney’s Office who helped launch the program.

“It makes it more difficult for them to rent an apartment if someone knows they’re on a slum list.”

To get off the list, property owners must meet criteria outlined by the task force, which is accomplished by evicting tenants who are the root of the criminal activity, as well as spending thousands of dollars to improve it.

Although the owners can be fined thousands of dollars in code and health violations, the program allows the owners to offset the fines by spending an equal amount improving the property.

“We give them a schedule of repairs they have to do,” Parma said. “We try to keep them to it. If they stray, we’ll write them a civil citation. If they give us trouble, we’ll write them a bunch of tickets.”

The maximum fine for each code violation is $2,500, and it is not rare for a property to have more than 100 code violations, he said. Anything from a leaky faucet to exposed electrical wires can result in a code violation.

But some properties are so bad that the task force recommends they be demolished, as was the case of one property in Glendale, said Diana Whittle, Glendale spokeswoman.

“What they found with this one is that it’s going to cost more to rehab it than to just tear it down,” she said.

The 1999 law requires owners to take reasonable steps to keep crime off their property. It also requires owners to register their property with the County Assessor’s Office, enabling authorities to contact them.

“Before, a lot of the property owners could not be located,” Sorensen said. “And if a corporation owned the property, it became a more daunting task to track down the actual owners.”

Most properties that wind up on the list come to the attention of the task force through the police department or city code officers.

The owners

On a triple-digit-degree day in September, Morina was on the roof of his complex in the 2900 block of West Buckeye Road making repairs to the cooler.

Morina, 44, who has worked as a handyman for more than 20 years, knew the property was in need of repairs and renovations when he bought it last winter, but he went ahead with the intention of making the repairs over time.

However, six months later, when the task force placed him on the Phoenix Dirty Dozen list, ordering him to fix its sewage, electrical and pest problems, he felt overburdened.

“They want me to do everything right now,” he said. “But I’ve been working here every day since I bought it.

“I bought a new water heater, I planted flowers, I bought new heaters for the rooms. I’ve put new floors and new electrical boxes in the rooms,” he said as he opened the door to a recently renovated studio that will rent for $400 a month. “Before, the wires were just hanging out. It was dangerous.”

Pat Cano, 47, who has lived on the property for about a year, said Morina is always quick to fix things.

“When we moved in, it was really bad,” she said. “It’s still bad, but he is doing a good job of getting it fixed.”

One of the first properties to be placed on the Phoenix Dirty Dozen list was a 16-unit complex in the 20 block of East Riverside Street owned by Salvador Garcia, a retired Phoenix fire captain.

On Sept. 14, 2000, a team of about 10 task force officials swarmed his property, searching for violations. They found plenty, including roach infestation, leaky plumbing, faulty electrical boxes, sagging floors and deteriorating shower walls.

Garcia attributed the problems to the age of the property, which was built in the 1920s.

“One guy looked at the roofs. Another guy looked at the wiring. Another guy looked at the hot-water tanks,” he said. “When they were done, they gave me a list.”

After spending more than $70,000 and maxing out about 15 credit cards, Garcia, 73, has almost met the task force’s requirements, which included renovating every unit.

“We still have one apartment to go, but it’s basically done,” he said. “All I have to do is buy a stove and a refrigerator for it.”

A 40-unit complex in the 2700 block of West Medlock Drive is one of the latest properties to make the list. It made headlines in August after a police raid netted more than 20 suspected drug dealers, or about 75 percent of the people living on the property.

The task force, which found minor code violations, was mostly concerned about crime there.

Jim Spencer, who is running the property on behalf of a friend, blamed the complex’s former manager for allowing drug activity to flourish.

“We made a mistake in hiring him,” Spencer said. “He was allowing the drug operations here and was raking money off the top.”

Spencer began evicting most of the remaining tenants who were affiliated with the suspects until only five units were occupied. Today, after a screening process, about 15 units have been rented.

But since the raid, the property insurance has quadrupled and they have spent more than $2,000 repairing doors and windows that police broke.

Beringhaus, who has been overseeing the program for about a year, understands the requirements can be costly, but added that the task force is willing to work with a cooperative owner, including extending deadlines.

“We’re just trying to improve the quality of life for the resident as well as the neighborhood,” she said. “We see this as an investment in the community.”

EAST ARIZONA CITY HORRIFIED BY FIND OF BABIES’ REMAINS

Monday, September 8th, 2008

The Arizona Republic
May 16, 2003

By Carlos Miller

At first, Tom Bright thought a rat had climbed into one of the boxes and died.

“It was the smell of death,” said Bright, 58, who paid $125 at an auction last weekend for the contents of two abandoned storage units.

He pulled the small object from the box and unwrapped three layers of plastic bags. What he found horrified him: The mummified remains of a full-term, newborn baby among the contents he had purchased at the Safford auction Saturday.

“The first thing I noticed was a small skull,” said Bright, a cement-truck driver. “Then I saw an eye and lips.”

His grandson called authorities. Within minutes, Graham County investigators arrived and found two more corpses inside boxes. One was wrapped in plastic and mummified, the other had been wrapped in a bedspread and had rotted to a pile of dust and bones.

Now the Graham County Sheriff’s Department is trying to track down the woman who last paid rent on the storage unit in 1994 and is believed to have left the state. She may have had a boyfriend at the time, and they lived in nearby Pima. Investigators are not releasing names.

“We’re treating this as unattended deaths,” said Sheriff Frank Hughes, adding that a 15-person task force of law enforcement officials from surrounding agencies is investigating.

Meanwhile, Safford, a quiet community of 9,000 about 165 miles southeast of Phoenix, is trying to come to terms with the discoveries.

“Everybody is really upset,” said Tracy Sotelo, a 44-year-old convenience store clerk. “Everybody is talking about it. Things like that are pretty unusual here.”

The city is deeply religious, said Aimee Staten, a 30-year-old reporter at the Eastern Arizona Courier, who broke the story Wednesday and calls it the biggest story of her four-year career.

“It is very conservative,” she said. “One-third of the town is Mormon, and another third is Catholic.”

“Everybody I’ve talked to is horrified,” she said. “We have drugs here, but nothing like this ever happens.”

Hughes, who became sheriff seven years ago, said 1997 was one of the most violent years, when three murders were investigated.

“That was a pretty busy year,” he said, adding that he can’t recall the last murder his agency has investigated. The last time he experienced such a media entourage was years ago during a labor strike.

Outside the storage company, three candles burned in front of Unit 6, the white, ramshackle building that Bright wished he had never bid on, the unit where the bodies had been stored for almost a decade.

Less than 6 feet away, two men who also attended Saturday’s auction rummaged through boxes they’d purchased out of Unit 4.

“I wish I would never have been told about the babies,” said John Brunson, 58, who compares storage-unit auctions to a treasure hunt.

The contents of Unit 6, which cost Bright $75, included a baby stroller, video games, a word processor and several photo albums with pictures of a woman and at least one child who looked to be about 3 years old.

All those items have been confiscated as evidence.

“He was hoping to find a million dollars in one of those boxes,” said Molly Bright, Tom’s wife, who has six children of her own and is disgusted by what he found.

“If these people are not caught, I hope they are dead,” she said. “I hope they are paying for what they did.”

But the devout Baptist knows it is out of her hands.

“Right now it’s in the Lord’s hands,” she said. “He already knows who did this.”

FOREIGN AFFAIRS

Sunday, September 7th, 2008

Arizona Monthly
November 2004


By Carlos Miller

Brian Mortensen may as well have died and gone to heaven.

The 47-year-old Mesa man was standing in a room filled with more than 200 slender, exotic wome, most of them in their their 20s and 30s, all of them hoping to meet the men of their dream.

Packs of single blondes, brunettes and redheads from the former Soviet nion sat at tables waiting for Mortensen to introduce himself. All of them wor color-coded tags that indicated their English skills: green for good English, yellow for not-so-good English, and red for hardly any at all.

A few women walked up and asked him to dance. Others sat waiting, hoping he would make the first move. Some with red and yellow stickers began peeling away their color-coded language tags without ever taking their eyes off him.

Mortensen was among 25 America men who had traveled to St. Peterburg, Russia on a “romance tour” hosted by the Phoenix-based company, A Foreign Affair, an internatinal matchmaking service that specializes in introducing American men to foreign women.

“The were all making eye contact, giving me an inviting look,” says the twice-divorded mortgage broker who has been happily single for five years. “It was a little intimidating, a little overwhelming.”

After all, it was the first time in his life where available women outnumbered men at a ratio of almost 10 to 1. If only Vegas had such odds.

“In Arizona, if you’re a man between 40 and 50 and you like women between 30 and 40, the pickings are not so good,” he says. “The supply-and-demand ration is out of whack.”

But not this time.

“You’re like a kid in a candy store,” says Norm, 55, a retired school teacher from Scottsdale who asked that his last name not be used.

“You’re one of 25 to 30 men in a room filled with 250-plus women, and they’re all looking at you – and they come up to you. There are too many oif them to get to know each and every one of them.”

The women sat three to four to a table with only one available seat open for a man. The men began working the room, each of them grabbing an empty seat at a table,where they spent a few minutes chatting with the women. Then, like an extreme version of speed dating, they stoodup and walked to another table while another man took their place.

During the 12-day tour, they attended another two “socials” where they repeated the process. Eventually, Mortensen and Norm met the women they would wind up marrying.

Mortensen married Oxana, a 31-year-old Russian woman with a degree in child psychology. She says she couldn’t be happier.

“Meeting Brian was very good for me,” says Oxana, who with only one year of English under her belt, speaks slowly and deliberately in a Russian accent.

“I am very happy.”

For John Adams, president of A Foreign Affair, it was yet another successful tour.

“I don’t have any way of keeping up with how many marriages we created,” says the 42-year-old Phoenix resident. “But I’m constantly receving wedding pictures and birth announcements.”

He’s even had a few repeat customers.

Norm, the 55-year-old retired school teacher, first embarked on a tour to St. Petersburg five years ago after his first marriage to an American woman ended in divorce. There, he met a woman half his age.

“I was 50, she was 25, and we were aware of the age difference,” he says.

But when he asked if it bothered her, she responded with a joke.

“She told me that ‘Here in Russia, we don’t live as long as you over there, so you will probably outlive me,” he says. “We chuckled about it.”

But after a year of beign married and living in the United States, he realized the marriage wasn’t going to work because she did not want to have children. The woman returned to Russia after the divorce, and Norm booked a second romance tour, where he met Oksana, a 29-year-old Russian woman. They got married last summer and are planning to start a family.

“This one is the real thing,” says the thrice-married man.

But now everybody is as thrilled with Adams’ business, which he says is the largest of its kind in the world and was featured in a Hollywood movie earlier this year.

Some politicians say A Foreign Affair and other businesses like it are walking a thin line between slave trading and matchmaking. They refer to them as “mail-order bride” businesses, a term that makes Adams bristle.

“Mail-order bride is a term that comes from the 19thy century when the Chinese men working the railroads would order wives from back home,” he says. “We are an international introduction service.”

Regardless, the politicians accuse these businesses of arranging marriages that leave the women vulnerable to expolitation and abuse at the hands of their dominant and chaunvinistic husbands.

In fact, at lteast two foreigh women have been killed by American husbands they me through services, which is why lawmakers are trying to pass legislation that would regulate these businesses.

Then there are those who say these businesses set the stage for lonely American men to be manipulated by foreign women seeking U.S.citizenship. These critics argue that the men are playing a game of Russian roulette when they travel to St. Petersburg and find themselves surrouned by hundreds of slim, exotic women seeking marriage-minded men twice their age.

But you’d be hard-pressed to hear these men complaining.

“It’s a very good fit because a lot of women in those countries want men who are older than them,” says Adams, “and most of my clients are in their 40s and 50s and are looking to start families.”

He says his clients are financially secure men who have grown weary of the singles scene in the United States. Most tell him they have grown disillusioned with what they call the “feminism movement” in this country and are simply seeking a woman who will respect and appreciate them. Adams says they are not, as some groups claim, seeking a submissive wife to dominate.

“Many men in this country are confused about the gender roles,” he says from his office in North-Central Phoenix. “They’re not sure whether to hold a door open for a woman. They’re not sure whether to compliment them.”

By contrast, he says, the foreign women enrolled in A Foreign Afffair are independent and educated, yet traditional when it comes to maintaining the house and family.

The company’s promotional literature goes even further. IT says that because of rampant alcoholism among Russian men, which leads to domestic abuse and a low life-expectancy rates, these women are turning to Amrican men for security.

“They’re taking control of their relationships by coming over here,” Adams says. “They like American men because we treat them better. Here, I think the women have gotten too spoiled.”

Since the collapse of the Soviet Union in 1989, capitalism has not exactly run smoothly in Russia. Many women nobtaied educations only to get jobs that barely paid the bills.

Mortensen’s wife, Oxana, ran a clothing store after she divorced her child’s father, but was forced to close it after her landlord tripled the rent.

“Business was good for the first year, but it became difficult,” she says.

Oxana, who word a red label when Mortensen met her, is currently taking English lessons at a community college. She would lie to one day work with children in Arizona, a goal her husband encourages.

“She’ll only get bored if she says home,” he says. “She’s too smart, too educated.”

Though there have been cases of American men abusing foreign-born wives they me through international introduction services, there is no evidence for a higher rate of domestic violence or abuse within these marraiges than in tradional ones, found a three-year U.S. Department of Justice case study.

“The two leading indicators of domestic violence are lower income levelsand lower educatin levels,” Adams says. “The lower the income or educaton level, the higher the domestic violence rate.”

And Adams’ clients hardly fall into the low-income brackets: they’re able to afford $3,300 for a 12-day trip to St. Petersburg, not to mention hundreds or even thousands of dollars for return visits, airline flight to bring their sweetheart to the United States and fiancee visas shuld they happen to make a love connection.

For men who prefer Latinas, a 10-day trip to Cartagena, Colmbia costs $2,695 plus the additional expenses to bring their senoritas to the United States. Most clients prefer the Slavic look, though, and splurge for the Russian tour.

“The average age of my clients is 45, and are college-educated. We’re talking lawyers, doctors, and bankers,” he says. “These guys don’t any problems getting dates in this country.”

Despite their social status, Adams acknowledges that most of his clients have had problems landing dates with younger women.

“Here, you have the age stigma,” he says, “and most women in their age group don’t want to start families.”

Adams’ clients usually start off by checking out the women on A Foreign Affair website or in the catalogue, which is updated four times a year and comes complete with an order form and pictures of more than a hundred women from the former Soviet Union, as well as a few from Latin America, posed in provocative glamour shots. Most are in their 20s. A few are in their late teens. A handful are in their 30s.

The men are encouraged to contact women they like before taking the tour, which will make it easier when they walk into their first “social” and find themselves overwhelmed by more than 200 potentially interested partners.

To contact one of these women, all a client has to do is pay for her mailbox addresses, a fee that ranges from $12 for one address to pay $249 for every address in that issue.

For their photos, some women dress in bikinis, hot pants and mini-skirts. Others prefer a conservative look. Almost all gaze into the camera with bedroom eyes.

And that is what enticed Mortensen, who learned of A Foreign Affair through a friend.

“He went on a tour and had a really good time,” Mortensen says of his friend. “The tours are a gas even if you don’t meet anybody.”

Mortensen went on five dates before he met Oxana during the first week of his tour. He went out with her every night after that.

“When I met her, she just blew me away,” he says.

Oxana was one of the 15 women he had contacted before leaving the United States, a three-month period during which he learned of a few words of Russian through an audio crash course.

Oxana says the only reason she gave her profile to A Foreign Affair in the first place was because a friend insisted they do it together.

“She wanted to meet the man of her dreams,” she says.

Oxana received several e-mails from American man, but says the only man who piqued her interest was Mortensen, and he was the only reason she decided to attend the social during the summer of 2003. Despite the language barrier, both say the hit it off as soon as they met.

“We had a lot in common, and there was a physical attraction,” he says. “As a psychology student myself, I know what person I can mesh with, and I saw those traits in her.”

They went out every night during the second week of his two-week tour, sometimes using a translator for the in-depth pieces of the conversation.

“She took a year of English so we were able to communicate,” he says.

When he returned to Arizona, he was smitten, talking to her on the phone at least three times a week and running up hundreds of dollars in long distance charges. Mortensen returned to Russia in November. He met her family – who welcomed him with open arms – and returned again the following February.

At one point during the courtship, he asked her to take an 80-question personality profile test to help determine their compatibility.

“We each took the Keirsey personality profile,” he says. “It oints out where you will be compatible and where you won’t, and it showed our core values were very similar, including honesty, truthfulness, charity and family.”

The couple married last summer and are now living in hishome with her daughter, who celebrated her eight birthday in July here in the United States, and his 17-year-old son, who welcomes the new addition to the family.

“I’m a lucky man,” Mortensen says during a September school night in which he was helping his new daughter with her homework.

Norm had a different experience. His wife, Oksana, turned him down the first time he asked her out.
“After 22 minutes of meeting her, I knew I was ready, but I also knew she wasn’t sure about me,” he says. “But when she found out that I was going to be there for the whole summer, she warmed up to me and decided to get to know me.”

After spending the summer with with Oksana, Norm returned to the United States, but continued corresponding with her. He returned to Russia last Christmas and spent three weeks with her. Last June, she flew to the United States to visit him.

“I always knew she was the one,” he says. “It’s the way she smiled, the way she carried herself, the way she held my hand.”

Adams is not just the president of A Foreign Affair, he is also a client. The former real estate agent, who started the business with two buddies in 1995, has been happily married for seven years to Tanya, a 33-year-old Russian woman he met on his own romance tour. They have two children. His two business partners are also married to Russian women they met through their service.

“We have offices throughout the world,” he says. “W’re the onl company that does romance tours to Central and South America as well as Ukraine and Russia. We do it all.”

Earlier this year, the company was featured in a romantic comedy starring David Arquette, Tim Blake Nelson and Emily Mortimer. The movie, originally titled A Foreign Affair, is about two dimwitted brothers who enroll in an international introduction service to find a foreign woman to replace their late mother, who did all the cooking and cleaning for them. Love is the last thing they are looking for, but that is just where the plot twist comes in.

To keep it authentic, filmmakers accompanied Adams and several clients on a romance tour to get real footage for the movie. It was recently released in video stroes and is now called 2 Brothers and a Bride.

A Foreign Affair’s business is thriving, but that might now be the case if two Washington state politicians get their way. Reacting to the murder of two “mail-order brides” in their state over the past nine years, Democratic Senator Maria Cantwell and Democratic Congressman Rick Larsen introduced a bill last year that would require all American international-introduction businesses to conduct background checks on their clients.

A similar bill has already been passed at the state level, which prompted Hawaii to draft its own law. But the pending bill would be federal law and affects hundreds of similar businesses across the country.

Cantwell and Larsen argue that if such a law had been in place in 2000, Anastasia Soloveiva might still be alive. Solovieva, from the former Soviet Union, married Idle King Jr., whom she had met in 1998 through an international introduction service. King, whose first foreign-born wife obtained a protective order against him before divorcing him three years earlier, strangled Solovieva and was later convicted of first-degree murder.

Then there was Susana Blackwell, a Filipina woman whose husband shot and killed her, along with two of her friends, outside a Seattle courtroom in 1995 after she filed divorce papers. She was seven months pregnant.

Adams says cases like these are rare and are not isolated to these types of marriages. He also believes a federal law targeting only businesses like his would be unfair because it does not include the hundreds of online dating sites where people place personal profiles on the Internet.

Current laws require international introduction businesses to provide foreign women with information in their own language about marriage fraud, legal residency and domestic violence.

But if the new bill is passed, A Foreign Affair and other companies like it would be required to fingerprint their clients, as well as conduct criminal and marital background checks on them each time they request a woman’s contact information. The companies would have to send that information to the woman and wait for her approval before releasing her information. The process would be repeated for each mailbox number he requests, Adams says.

“It is ludicrous. If they’re going to pass a law, then the background check should be done at the time when they’re applying for a fiancée visa, not at the point where they’re tying to make initial contact.”

The law would also exclude men who meet foreign women on their own, a group that Adams says accounts for 95 percent of the fiancée visas issued in this country.

Although the U.S. Justice Department has seen a sharp rise in fiancée visas, they have not kept a record of how long these marriages last.

But one expert in the filed says the odds are stacked against them. Arizona State University sociality professor Mary Lou-Galician, known as the “Realistic Romance Guru”, looked at the company’s website and at the thousands of available foreign women. She believes the pictures might cause the men to have unrealistic expectations.

“These women all look like models on a cover of Vogue magazine,” says Lou-Galician, the author of Sex, Love and Romance in the Mass Media: Analysis and Criticism of Unrealistic Portrayals and Their Influence, a book used in university classrooms across the nation. “They’re all posed in glamour shots. It would be nice if we saw anything about their qualities, about what kind of work they do, about what kind of person they’re looking for.”

Lou-Galician believes this type of business might attract men looking for “sex object” wives as well as foreign women looking to use American men for money or citizenship. And even those couples who say they marry out of true love still have to deal with age, language and cultural barriers, she says. But she doesn’t rule out the possibility that true love can be found through A Foreign Affair.

“There is nothing wrong with how you meet people, and this might be a good way,” she says. “But all relationships require an investment of time to really get to know each other. In the beginning, there is always that exciting rush were everybody is on their good behavior.”

For Adams, whose marriage to a Russian woman has just entered the seven-year itch, it is a never-ending process of discovery that keeps their relationship fresh.

“We’re constantly learning about each other’s cultures,” he says.

Jesus is alright with me

Sunday, September 7th, 2008

Arizona Monthly
December 2004

By Carlos Miller
Brandon Reid Allen was standing on a rooftop in Las Vegas contemplating suicide when he was struck by divine intervention.

The singer-songwriter was homeless, broke, and about to give up on his dream of making it as a musician in Los Angeles. He had arrived in Vegas less than three months earlier after traveling almost 2,000 miles from his hometown of South Bend, Indiana.

But after running out of money and being unable to find work in Vegas, he found himself sleeping on top of a three-story building, selling his blood to silence his growling stomach.

“I had nobody to call,” Allen says. “I had burned my bridges back home, and 1 didn’t really know anybody in Vegas.”

As he braced himself against the cold and rain at 2 am that dreary night, Allen says the Gospels suddenly made sense to him. The road to the City of Angels was less than 300 miles long from where he stood, but now it looked like the highway to hell.

“I wanted to play the bar scene in L.A., but God said, come home,  I got a calling for you,” he says.

That calling was for him to rock for the Lord.

“There was this one lady in Indiana that got a hold of me and taught about Jesus,” he recalls.

“She always said, ‘You’re going to play music for God someday. I didn’t believe it at the time, but she was right.”

Allen, 31, now lives in Chandler and is one of the hottest independent Christian rock musicians in the country. His song, Stand, written about that lonely moment on the rooftop, was one of three songs from his first album, Empty Chair, that was ranked in the top 10 on www.indieheaven.com. a web site that ranks thousands of independent Christian rock songs from all over the country.

The Web site bases its rankings on how often the song is played at almost 500 Christian rock stations throughout the country.

The site also invites listeners to rate independent Christian musicians from all across the country as a way to encourage other people to buy their CDs or in the hope that highly rated musicians will be discovered by a national record label. At one point in October, Allen was ranked number one out of 278 artists.

“My music is honest. It’s real, and you can tell,” he says. “It’s for people looking for a God that isn’t vengeful. It’s music for people finding their way home.”

Allen is part of a growing movement of young Christian men and women throughout the nation, including an estimated 100 musicians in Arizona, who are revolutionizing the way the Gospel is spread.

Like secular music, it’s impossible to classify contemporary Christian music under a single musical style. It uses various genres to praise the Lord, including hard-rock, dance, pop, hip-hop and country. Like secular music, some contemporary Christian songs are bubble gum pop and other songs are edgier.

Allen describes -his musical style as “folk, earthy type rock,” similar to Tom Petty or fellow Indiana native John Mellencamp.

But Tempe resident Wahba, a 30-year-old Christian guitarist who
goes by his surname, says his music is inspired by Lenny Kravitz and
U2, the wildly popular secular band known for its spiritual lyrics.

But he also likes Led Zeppelin, a classic-rock band whose members are rumored to have sold their souls to the devil in exchange for a lucrative career.

“When I started playing guitar,my intentiotts were to play secular music,” he says. “I wanted to be Joe Perry from Aerosmith. “

Like Allen, Wahba released his ‘first album this year on an independent label, which is available online.

“I think people are looking for something more spiritual, “ Wahba says. “They’re getting tired of people rapping about themselves, booty or going to the club.”

Although contemporary Christian music has been around for more than two decades, with musical styles paralleling those of secular bands of the era, it has never been as ‘popular as it is today. In fact, you are probably listening to it without realizing it, considering the music is commonly played in department stores and on network television shows.

In fact, JC Penney featured the group Superchic[k]’s song, One Grrl Revolution, in a recent national ad campaign, and their music has appeared in the movie Legally Blonde 2 and in TV shows ranging from Alias to The Real World. In 2003, about 7 million Christian rock albums were sold; and, according to the Gospel Music Association, which covers all Christian music, one of the genre’s. top-sellers, EO.D., has sold 7 million records to date.

“Last I heard, contemporary Christian music outsold classical and jazz put together,” says
Valley resident Dan Beck, a regional manager at Education Media Foundation Broadcasting,
which owns more than 100 Christian radio stations throughout the country, including three
in Arizona.

Its hippest station is Air 1 Radio, which can be heard in 25 states, including on 88.7 FM in the
Valley. Air 1 Radio, which bills itself as “the positive alternative;’ delivers a steady dose of contemporary Christian music that targets young adults.

“We get e-mails and letters from all over the world,” Beck says.

Unless you pay close attention to the lyrics, you would think Air 1 Radio is a cutting-edge secular rock station, with its hard-driving songs containing ,ripping guitar hooks.

“Lyrics and lifestyle are the only things that separate Christian music from secular music,” says Nick Asolas, a 24-year-old youth pastor at Mesa Baptist Church, who used to play guitar in a Christian rock band.

But in some cases, even the lyrics can be ambiguous, as was the case with the singer Amy
Grant. She caused controversy within the Christian community during the mid-1980s with lyrics that could have been about Jesus Christ or about a romantic relationship.

Grant was the first contemporary Christian musician to break the secular barrier, and now she’s considered a sell-out by some in the Christian community. The fact that she divorced her
husband and father of three children to marry country singer Vince Gill didn’t help, either.
Before returning to her Gospel roots in 2002, with the album, Legacy… Hymns & Faith,
Grant had paved the’ way for other Christian musicians to break into the secular music market.

After all, that same year, a Christian band called P.O.D., as in “Payable on Death;’ toured the
country with Ozzfest, the summer rock festival founded by Ozzy Osborne, who has been
accused of worshiping Satan, among other sacrileges, in the past.  With their long hair, tattoos, and heavy guitar licks; the members of P.O.D. have been straddling the line between Christian and secular audiences for years.

“These are guys who are committed Christians, but they don’t want to be tagged,” Beck says.

Yes, Christian rock has come a long way since the days when Beck was growing up in a strict Christian home during the 1970s and had to brave the objections of his parents to be a rock fan.

“I had to keep it turned down real low,” says the father of two teenagers. “But the first time I heard a Christian pop record, it got me real excited.”

During the late 1970s, Beck became a fan of Chuck Girard, one of the early pioneers of contemporary Christian music. Today, Girard’s daughter, Alisa, performs in the contemporary Christian music band ZOEgirl, an all-female group with beats and dance moves that rival Britney
Spears.  On Halloween this year, ZOEgirl headlined a show called the Family Fall Festival at the 17,799-seat Glendale Arena with the bands Fusebox and CharityVon as opening acts.

As a youngster, Beck says he also liked a band called Broken Heart.

“I got to see them once in a church in Phoenix,” he says. “I thought they were heavy duty
rock-and-roll guys. They were long-haired guys. They wore crazy clothes. They kind of looked
like the Rolling Stones.”

But even though they were singing positive songs about Jesus, many Christians believed they
were playing the devil’s music.

“Twenty years ago, it was not looked upon with much acceptance within the Christian community,” Beck says. “It was a little too far out there.”
But beginning in the mid-1980s, contemporary Christian music became more accepted in
the church. It is still frowned upon at some of the more conservative churches throughout the
country, though.

“I’ve been in concerts where we had angry parents come up and say, I don’t want my kids listening to that type of music,” Asolas says.

Pastors at Tri-City Baptist Church in Tempe say they are one of hundreds of Christian churches in
the country that do not accept contemporary Christian music. After all, they argue, the rhythm and
beat of the music overpowers the lyrics “to the point where one cannot even decipher the lyrics” and forces listeners to move their hands and feet, an action they say is strictly forbidden in the Bible.

“Philippians 4:8 and many other Scriptures instruct Christians to keep their mind and body from involvement in sensuality,” says Michael Sproul, head pastor at the church. He also argues that contemporary Christian music might serve as a gateway genre to secular music.

“Christian Rock does not usually replace secular rock, it is often a bridge to secular rock,” Sproul
says, although he adds that the main problem with contemporary Christian music is that it is addictive and can produce a euphoria that might be mistaken for the presence of the Lord, but is actually the direct result of the rhythm and beat.

“This is what is scary,” Sproul says. “Are the feelings they are having really induced by the Spirit
or by the rock music?”

Today, the biggest challenge within the Christian church is whether or not to play to secular audiences. Some believe that opens the door to temptation-whether the temptation is big
money, drugs and alcohol, or easy sex, and would lead them to turn their backs on their faith.

But the musicians believe their music is universal and the perfect way to spread their message to the masses.

“There is a lot of controversy in that area,” Beck says. “For some people, it’s about being accepted in the mainstream as valid musicians; people who have earned the right with their talent and ability.”

Beck says he and his two teenagers share a passion for contemporary Christian music, but admits there is a generation gap at times.

“The music is something I share with my kids, but P.O.D. is little too hard for me,” he says. “I like some of their softer stuff.”

But he never knocks the music because he has seen its positive effects.

“They’ve taken Christian music to school or to a party and people are like, ‘What’s that? That’s pretty good’ ,”Beck says. “It helps them open the door to accepting the Gospels.”

And that, say some musicians, is the whole point.

“You can’t keep preaching to the choir;’ says Patrick Andrew, a worship pastor at McDowell
Mountain Community Church.

Andrew, 33, joined the Christian band Pray For Rain in 1988, which enabled him to tour Europe and play for secular crowds.

During the early 1990s, Pray For Rain earned a Dove award, presented by the Gospel Music Association, as well as a Grammy nomination.

Andrew, who grew up listening to secular heavy metal music, just completed a solo album that addresses the tragedy of losing a child and having a son who is autistic.

“But there is a joy in there too,” he said. “I wrote songs of the joy of fatherhood and how God
has brought me to places I never would have expected in life.”

Recently, he reunited with Pray For Rain and recorded another album that is to be released
this year. Andrew, Allen, and Wahba are among a new breed of contemporary Christian musicians who are adding a sense of realism to the music. Like true artists of any genre, they are putting their life experiences into their music.

After all, just because they’re born-again Christians doesn’t mean that life doesn’t test their faith at times.

“A lot of my music talks about trials and struggles and becoming a Christian,” Allen says. “A lot
of it has to do with my life sucking before becoming a Christian. I found God through trial and
error. I sat down and continued writing and it all started coming out Christian.”

Adds Wahba: “There has been a tendency in Christian music to paint a real flowery picture. I
hope to see the lyrics get a little more real.”

But perhaps the contemporary Christian music industry is to blame for the lack of realism
in the music.

“I’m always baffled by who gets signed and why,” Andrew says. “Talent has little to do with the process. It’s a sad truth that seems to prove itself over and over. I know of some local Christian bands that companies are dangling contracts in front of that can’t tune their guitars.”

Allen believes that will soon change because, if it doesn’t, secular record labels will end up signing all the good Christian bands.

“Christian music has been cheesy for so long that nobody noticed it;’ he says. “But nowadays, there’s quite a few bands catching on.”

Allen recently signed a deal with CrossTones Records to do a live radio concert in January, which allowed him to remain independent. He is also in the process of negotiating with a national Christian label in Tennessee, but says he wouldn’t hesitate to sign with a secular label if the opportunity presented itself.

“As long as they didn’t take God completely out of my songs, I would do it;’ he says.

Asolas, the youth minister at Mesa Baptist Church who has gotten a few earfuls from angry
parents about his music, says playing to secular crowds is a no-brainer.

“I’ve played at shows where hundreds of kids came forward and gave their life to Christ;’
he said. “Once people see the talent of the musicians, they’re able to see the truth and message
behind the music. And that, of course, is Jesus Christ.”

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Tuesday, August 19th, 2008

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Easy Rider

Monday, August 18th, 2008

By Carlos Miller
Dec. 11th, 2006
Publication: www.category305.com

Dennis Hopper’s 1969 classic Easy Rider was a cutting edge depiction of a divided America; a portrait of an era when the United States was mired in an unpopular war and its youth was struggling to break free from the conformist chains that confined it.

We’ve come a long way since then. Or have we?

Friday night’s viewing of Easy Rider at the Colony Theatre on Lincoln Road revealed that the movie is
timeless. It is a classic example of the quintessential American character seeking personal freedom
within a society that prides itself on freedom.

For a movie that isn’t much more than a goofy biker-hippie flick made by a countercultural Rat Pack, it
still works as American social commentary in an era when nearly all this country’s great open spaces
seem robbed of their potential for adventure or mystery.

Even so, Easy Rider plots a transcendental tale of two hippies riding their motorcycles through the
country’s sometimes ugly underbelly “looking for America but [who] couldn’t find it anywhere.”
As Hopper, looking hale at 70, remarked before the viewing, during an interview with Vanity Fair’s Bob
Colacello, “it’s not just a motorcycle movie, but something much deeper.”

In the movie, Hopper (who also directed) and Peter Fonda (who produced and co-wrote the movie with Hopper and Terry Southern) set off across the country from California on motorcycles after cashing in big on a cocaine deal. In Arizona, they are denied lodging because of their unkempt appearance. In New Mexico, they are jailed for “parading without a permit” and wind up meeting an ACLU lawyer played by Jack Nicholson, who in his first major film role, managed to steal every scene he was in.

Nicholson’s character breaks free from the small-town monotony which he was raised in and travels with
Hopper and Fonda to Louisiana where they plan to party in Mardi Gras. But the discrimination continues
as soon as they pull into a rural Louisiana town and are intimidated into leaving a diner without eating
by a few men sitting at another table, including a uniformed deputy.

Later that night, as they are sitting around a campfire on the outskirts of that town, Nicholson’s character says one of the most memorable quotes of the movie: “It’s real hard to be free when you are bought and sold in the marketplace. Of course, don’t ever tell anybody that they’re not free, ’cause then they’re gonna get real busy killin’ and maimin’ to prove to you that they are. Oh, yeah, they’re gonna talk to you, and talk to you, and talk to you about individual freedom. But they see a free individual, it’s gonna scare ‘em.”

That night as they are sleeping, the men are attacked with clubs by the men in the diner. Nicholson’s
character is killed, his new freedom short-lived.

Hopper and Fonda arrive in Mardi Gras and party with a couple of hookers. They plan to continue their
trip to Florida, where they plan to retire with their riches.

But they are shot dead by a couple of rednecks in a pick-up truck on a rural Louisiana road. Killed for
daring to be different in the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave.

Unfortunately, most of the people attending the screening of Easy Rider appeared to be baby boomers who seemed well familiar with the movie and its themes.

Meanwhile, the twenty-and thirty-something trendsetters who paraded up and down Lincoln Road, many who seemed to be confined to their own sense of corporate conformity, appeared to have no idea who Hopper was as a crowd of baby boomers (with a few scattered Generation Xers) rushed him for autographs outside the theatre after the movie.

“Who is that?” asked 24-year-old Cynthia Delgado of Hialeah, who was wearing a new Banana Republic
sweater that she purchased on sale for only $75.

“Some old guy,” answered her 29-year-old date, Jose Molina.

This is Havana

Sunday, March 30th, 2008

They throw the word “libre” around like we throw the word “freedom.” There is the Habana Libre Hotel (called the Havana Hilton during the 1950s), the Cuba Libre cocktail (which the locals will quickly tell you es una mentira) and signs displaying the words “Viva Cuba Libre” next to the Cuban flag are plastered throughout the city.

But only in the parts of the city where most tourists don’t venture. As if serving as a reminder to the Cuban people that they are free to purchase all the freedom fries they want, as long as they use Peso Convertible as opposed to Moneda Nacional.

After all, there are two currencies in Cuba. Two economies. The tourist economy and the local economy. The Peso Convertible is supposedly equal to one American dollar, kind of like a Disney Dollar except the Cuban government only gives you 80 percent for every dollar. Part of Castro’s cold war against Bush.

But Cuba is anything but free. If it were free, the Cubans would be allowed to walk down the street by my side without a police officer demanding their papers. They would be allowed to enter the hotel lobbies and get on the Internet, providing they are able to pay for it.

They would be able to buy a flight out of Cuba at a moment’s notice without having to go through an entanglement of bureaucracy that ultimately denies their request. Of course, not many of them would be able to afford the flight even if they had the freedom to come and go as they please. A doctor makes $30 a month and a college professor makes about $20 a month.

And if the United States were truly free, then I would be allowed to travel to Cuba without breaking the law. But that was one of the reasons I was there in the first place. To commit an act of civil disobedience. To protest the U.S. Government’s restrictions on Cuba. To send a big Fuck You to George W. Bush (more on that later).

It was my first time in Cuba, a country I have always wanted to visit because I had grown up in Miami hearing the Cuban old-timers (as well as my non-Cuban dad who used to live in Cuba in 1959) rave about the beauty of the island. And that week I spent in Havana confirmed everything I had heard.

It is a beautiful country; a magical country; a proud country; and an intoxicating country. It’s easy to fall under its spell. The laughter. The music. The climate. The vibe. The spirit of the people. Las Cubanitas.

Cuba never stops singing. Songs of joy and sadness fill the Malecon, the ocean wall where the waves never stop crashing, sometimes fiercely as you will see in these photos.

While the tourists prefer to drink $4 Mojitos in Old Havana, the locals prefer to share a bottle of rum on the Malecon. And as I learned, nothing beats this. Especially at sunset when the sun sinks into the ocean and the sky turns all sorts of colors, including blue, red, orange, yellow, purple. It was during one of these moments where I realized the main difference between the Miami Cubans and the Cuban Cubans.

In Miami, the Cubans want it all; the latest car; the largest house, the trendiest clothes. Miami Cubans are generally more materialistic than other Latin American subgroups. But even when they get it all, they are never content because they don’t have what they really want.

They don’t have Cuba.

In Cuba, the Cubans don’t have much. Many ask you for spare change. Their faces light up if you give them some of your clothes. And many live in homes that would be condemned in the United States.

But they have Cuba.

But through all the magic and joy and laughter and song and dance on the island, there is a sense of desperation. They want change, but they are afraid of change. The revolution is in its 47th year. Most Cubans have known no other form of government.

They complain about working all the time and not getting paid.

They complain about the constant police surveillance and how they are constantly stopped and asked for their papers.

They complain about not being able to leave the country to travel the world even if they fully intend to return to Cuba.

They blame the system. They blame the police. They blame the embargo.

But they rarely blame Castro.

He is their savior, their messiah. Their daddy. Their Big Brother.

“Castro may not be perfect but if he enters the room right now, I will be yelling ‘Fidel, Fidel’,” said one 27-year-old woman I met in a restaurant/bar.

“Fuck Fidel,” said the woman’s mother, looking around to see who had overheard.

“I don’t think he is a good leader, but I think he is a good person,” said a 24-year-old Cuban bagpiper I met on the Malecon who knew six languages even though he had never left Cuba.

Another man told me 70 percent of the people in Cuba are against Castro. Others told me it was about half that.

The Cubans do have free health care even though they are constant medical shortages. And they do have homes, even though it might consist of a single room behind a ragged curtain inside a former two-story multi-room house turned apartment building.

And they do have free education even though the doctors are forced to drive taxis to provide for their families and the college professors ask you for spare change after giving you a tour of the campus.

But if you ever have any medical trouble in Havana, have no fear because there is always a doctor in the house.

The best thing to do is buy Canadian Dollars or Euros and then exchange them for Pesos Convertibles. And then if you are brave enough, venture into the non-tourist areas where they accept Moneda Nacional. When I was there two weeks ago, it was 25 pesos nacionales for each Convertible Peso.

Once I caught on to the local economy, I started to save money. With tourist money, I was spending more on a Cuban meal than I do in Miami, a truly WTF moment. The problem is, it’s hard to find good food in the Cuban sector. The restaurants in Havana that serve the locals run on bare minimum.

Just because it’s on the menu doesn’t mean it’s in the kitchen. And just because the sandwich contains ham, cheese and pickles in the photo on the menu, doesn’t mean it will contain cheese or pickles once they give it to you They never seem to run out of ham, but it’s virtually impossible to buy any form of beef in Cuba (at least beef that is not mixed with pork and flour and passed off as a hamburger). Yet I saw cow pastures on the way to the airport.

While Cuba doesn’t have the extreme poverty I’ve seen in Colombia and in Mexico, the people do struggle. And although Cuba prides itself on its classless society, there are economic divisions within the country.

Those Cubans with family in the United States that send them money are better off than the Cubans who have no family in the United States.

Those Cubans that work in the tourist industry are better off than those who don’t work in the tourist industry.

And those Cubans who are approved by the government to rent their homes to tourists make more than those who were not approved.

And while there is not the violent crime that has plagued Colombia for decades, if you’re not too careful, some of the Cubans will swindle you out of your money, especially in the restaurants and bars. The best thing to do is pay for your drinks after each round because if you wait for them to bill you at the end of the night, you might get charged for everybody else’s drink in the bar. Maybe that is what they mean by Cuba Libre.

I was part of a group of Americans, lead by a New Yorker named Benjamin Treuhaft; a piano tuner who has delivered almost 300 donated pianos to music schools in Havana since 1995.

Treuhaft is also a political activist, the son of social critic and writer Jessica Mitford and California labor activist Robert Treuhaft. And he is extremely media savvy.

He had contacted CNN and other news organizations about our trip, setting up a press conference in Havana upon our arrival and a press conference in Miami International Airport upon our return. I was looking forward to it because I wanted to give Bush a piece of my mind on CNN. Unfortunately, we missed both press conferences because the plane arrived in Havana three hours late and in Miami, much later than that. We had flown on BahamaAir to and from Nassau and La Cubana from Nassau to Havana. Both planes tend to run on a lethargic/laidback Caribbean schedule.

But Treuhaft’s Cuban friends who had picked us up at the Havana airport confirmed the media had been there waiting for us. And CNN, Reuters and the AP showed up to one of the music schools in Havana to do stories on Treuhaft.

Most of the Americans on the trip came from the west coast on separate flights. I was traveling with Treuhaft and David, an African American Jazz musician who loved Benny More (famous old-school Cuban musician).

These guys made great travel companions. On our return through the Bahamas, as we waited in line to get processed through Homeland Security, we drank from a bottle of Cuban rum, preparing to test our fate with the feds. On our Customs Declaration form, when we were asked if we had traveled to any other country while we were in the Bahamas, we wrote “Cuba” in bold letters. After all, lying to a federal officer is a felony.

The three of us were immediately whisked aside as we stepped up to the first fed and he read that we had gone to Cuba. Then a tall African-American fed started lecturing us about the illegality of traveling to Cuba. Treuhaft told him the law was unconstitutional.

Fed: “So just cause you don’t agree with the law gives you the right to break it?”

Treuhaft: “If Rosa Parks didn’t choose to break the law in the early 1960s, where would the Civil Rights Movement be today?”

Fed: (Turning to point to a picture of George W. Bush) “The policy was set by the President of the United States, who was elected by the American people.”

That is when I stepped in.

Me: “That president stole the last two elections. He was not elected by the American people.”

Fed: (to another fed) “Take this guy to the back room.”

So I found myself in the backroom where I was ordered to put my luggage on a table so they can search it. I got a sudden sense of deja vu of when I was a long-haired teenager and was pulled into the back room on my return from Colombia one year.

Then one of the feds started threatening me with the absurd notion that perhaps I would not be allowed back into the United States because I had traveled to Cuba, which made me laugh and mock her.

They kept stressing that it is “ILLEGAL” to travel to Cuba. I felt like I was in one of those notorious immigration debates on DU. “What is so difficult to understand about the word ILLEGAL?”

At one point, another fed brought David, the jazz musician, to the back room and began searching his luggage. Meanwhile, Treuhaft was made to pour out the rest of the Cuban rum. I was ordered to fill out a questionnaire, and was informed that I will be receiving a letter in the mail and possibly a fine.

An hour later, we were boarded on a plane back to Florida with Treuhaft bragging that he managed to sneak in a half-smoked Cohiba, which he lit up in Miami.

Despite all the inconveniences and threats, I was never scared. I knew I still had my rights. I knew I would not be jailed for speaking out against Bush (at least not permanently).

But I also knew that if I had been a Cuban citizen and these were Cuban federales, I would have most likely been jailed after accusing Castro of stealing every election since 1959.