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T.J. Reddy: Charlotte’s Own Civil Rights Activist, Poet, and Artist

June 06, 2020 by Mark West
Categories: Storied Charlotte

As I reflect on the on the recent demonstrations and protest marches in Charlotte and the rest of our country in response to the killing of George Floyd, I am reminded of the life and legacy of T.J. Reddy, one of Charlotte’s leading civil rights activists.  Reddy died on March 31, 2019, but he and today’s protesters are all part of a longer struggle for social justice.  As Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. once said, “Let us realize the arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.”  For the purposes of today’s Storied Charlotte blog post, I want to take a moment to reflect on T.J. Reddy’s role in this larger story. 

I first met T.J. Reddy in 1986.  I had recently purchased the house where my wife and I still live, and my mother gave me an antique Swedish print as a house-warming gift.  I decided to get the print framed, so I brought it to a nearby business called Ready Art Shoppe.  The sign said it specialized in “Quality Custom Framing and Afro American Art.”  T.J. owned the business, and I ended up having a long conversation with him about the print and the importance of honoring one’s ancestors.  I explained to him how the print was tied to my mother’s Swedish ancestors, and he showed me some examples of art tied to his African ancestors.  He did a beautiful job of framing the print, and it still hangs in our dining room.   After I picked up the print, I told Ann Carver (one of my colleagues in UNC Charlotte’s English Department at the time) about my interactions with T.J.  She then informed me about T.J.’s background as a civil rights activist, poet, and artist.  Ann retired many years ago, but she and I are still in contact.  I invited her to share her memories of T.J for this blog post, and she sent me a moving essay (see below).

Thomas James “T.J.” Reddy was born in Savannah, Georgia, on August 6, 1945.  He moved to Charlotte in 1964 to attend Johnson C. Smith University, and the next year he transferred to the University of North Carolina at Charlotte where he studied history and creative writing.  While a student at UNC Charlotte, he became involved in various civil rights activities and protests.  He and two of his fellow activists (known as the Charlotte Three) ended up being arrested on dubious charges, and 1972 he was sentenced to a twenty-year prison term. The case drew national attention with Tom Wicker, a New York Times columnist, calling it a “miscarriage of justice.”  In 1979 Governor Jim Hunt commuted T.J.’s sentence. 

During the 1970s, T.J. focused much of his creative energy on his poetry.  In addition to publishing poems in various literary journals, he published two collections of poetry:  Less Than a Score but a Point came out in 1974, and Poems in One-Part Harmony came out in 1979.  In the words of poet and critic Skylark Aberjhani, Reddy’s poetry “provides unsettling snapshots of the impact of racism and poverty on the psyches of African-American children. … Ultimately, however, [Reddy’s poems] are defined by the qualities of political outrage balanced with spiritual contemplation and romantic inclinations that inform his aesthetic sensibilities.”

T.J. continued to write poetry throughout his life, but in the 1980s he began focusing his attention on the visual arts.  He opened the Ready Art Shoppe in 1982, and in the late 1980s, he studied painting at Winthrop University.  As a visual artist, T.J. aligned himself with the social realism movement.  His art often deals with difficult topics, such as incarceration and police violence, but he offers hope for a better future. In many of his paintings, T.J. celebrates teachers.  When talking about his art, he frequently expressed his desire to provide children with positive examples of caring and responsible adults. 

In the summer of 2017, the Projective Eye Gallery at UNC Charlotte Center City sponsored a retrospective exhibition of T.J.’s work titled “Everything Is Everything,” which included both his poetry and his paintings.  After viewing this exhibition, I came away feeling in awe of T.J.’s ability to integrate his commitment to the civil rights movement with his passion for the poetic and visual arts. 

“Everything Is Everything” was T.J.’s last major exhibition, but his art continues to touch the lives of young people.  One of his paintings is on display in the main stairway of UNC Charlotte’s Atkins Library.  It’s titled “The Child as an Open Book,” and it depicts a mother and a child reading a book together.  I think it is the perfect image to capture T.J. Reddy’s many contributions to Storied Charlotte.

Remembering T.J. Reddy

By Ann Carver

When I met T.J. he was painting, working to make positive change in Charlotte’s African American communities, and actively opposing the Viet Nam War. At a community center, he was counseling young African American men about how to avoid being drafted.

Just after a local riding stable refused to allow him and some friends to ride because of race, the stable burned and horses died in the fire. T.J., Dr. Jim Grant, and Charles Parker were charged with the crime. Both T.J. and Jim Grant were well-known civil rights and anti-Vietnam War activists. Neither of them knew Charles Parker well.

At their trial, it became clear that the men were being tried for their political views and activities, not for the charge of setting fire to the barn. The prosecution brought no physical or forensic evidence. They claimed to have found a bottle with gasoline at the site, but the bottle had somehow been lost. They brought in “witnesses” to testify, both of them unknown to the defendants, both of whom were convicted felons who had made deals with the prosecution for lower sentences in exchange for their testimony.  The prosecution constantly referred to them as dangerous militants and with other negative politically charged terms. T.J., Jim Grant, and Charles Parker all had solid alibis for the night and time of the fire. None had any prior record, and both T.J. and Jim Grant were known to have non-violent philosophies of protest and activism for positive change.

Nevertheless, they were judged “guilty” and sentenced to prison. There were so many irregularities and flaws in the prosecution’s case that it seemed inevitable their appeal for a new trial would be granted. It was not. They were sent to prison. As one appeal after another was denied, and when the same exact formula was used in Wilmington to charge and convict another UNCC student, Ben Chavis, and 9 other young black political activists, it became undeniably clear that a formula to convict black political activists on trumped up charges was being tested in North Carolina.

T.J., Dr. Jim Grant and Charles Parker became “The Charlotte 3,” and Ben Chavis and the other 9 young men in Wilmington became “The Wilmington 10.” The North Carolina Political Prisoners Committee was formed, and we worked tirelessly for years until their freedom was achieved when North Carolina Governor Jim Hunt commuted their sentences in 1979.

During the time T.J. was incarcerated, his wife and members of the N.C. Political Prisoners Committee took picnic lunches and visited him every week on visitors’ day, regardless of weather. We realized his life was in constant danger from those who wished to silence him and the others. T.J. and also Ben Chavis were suddenly moved a number of times, without allowing them to notify anyone, from one prison facility to another. It was important that those in authority knew people were watching so that nothing could be done in secret and go unnoticed. While in prison, T.J. continued to paint, using the materials at hand: dirt, grass and other plants, gravel, crayons and pencils. He taught other inmates how to read, and he helped inmates properly file appeals and other legal documents. T.J. also completed his M.Ed. degree through UNCC in 1977.

When T.J. was at last released from prison, he devoted himself to developing his art, teaching and working with youth in the African American communities, working with students and faculty at UNC Charlotte, working with the African American Cultural Center, writing poetry and storytelling.  T.J.’s beautiful, masterly crafted, and powerful art speaks for itself. I have donated my collection of T.J.’s paintings, which I collected over the years from the time we first met, to the UNC Charlotte Atkins Library. It is available for exhibit and study.  Through the legacy of his community work and his art, T.J. made, and continues to make, a difference.  He was my friend.

Tags: activistAfrican ancestorsartcommunitypaintingspoetrystorytelling

War Stories

May 25, 2020 by Mark West
Categories: Storied Charlotte

With Memorial Day upon us, now is a fitting time not only to honor those who lost their lives while serving in the military but also to reflect on the power and significance of well-told war stories.  The type of war stories that I find most moving are those that focus on how individuals respond to the high-stakes situations associated with wars.  Two such books are Wynne’s War (2014) by Aaron Gwyn and Two Souls Indivisible:  The Friendship That Saved Two POWs in Vietnam (2004) by James S. Hirsch.  Wynne’s War is a novel set in the mountains of Afghanistan while Two Souls Indivisible is a work of nonfiction about two American pilots held captive in a POW camp during the Vietnam War.  Both books provide insights into how people deal with the realities war, and both books have connections to the Charlotte area.

Aaron Gwyn, the author of Wynne’s War and several other books of fiction, is a creative writing professor in the English Department at UNC Charlotte.  He was raised on a cattle ranch in Oklahoma where he rode horses throughout his growing up years, and his familiarity with horses is reflected in Wynne’s War.  This novel focuses on two characters—a young Army Ranger named Elijah Russell, who is known for his excellent horsemanship, and Captain Carson Wynne, who commands a group of Green Berets.  Wynne assigns Russell with the task of training his group of Green Berets how to ride horses so that they can carry out a secret mission in the mountainous region of eastern Afghanistan where horses are well suited for the treacherous terrain.  Over the course of the novel, the relationship between Russell and Wynne becomes increasingly complex, especially for Russell.  As they travel deeper and deeper into enemy territory, Russell finds himself torn between his obligation to follow Wynne’s orders and his growing concern about Wynne’s obsessive and almost fanatical behavior.  Wynne’s War is very much an action-packed war story, but it is also a thoughtful character study.

James S. Hirsch’s Two Souls Indivisible focuses on the evolving relationship between Fred V. Cherry, who grew up in Suffolk, Virginia, and Porter A. Halyburton, who grew up a little north of Charlotte in Davidson, North Carolina.  As Hirsch recounts in his book, both men served as pilots during the Vietnam War, and both were captured by the North Vietnamese and held as prisoners of war for more than seven years.  Their captors imprisoned them in the same cell, thinking that Cherry (an African American) and Halyburton (a white southerner) would have an intense animosity toward each other.  However, the two men developed a deep friendship and supported each other throughout their years in captivity.  Hirsch’s book does not gloss over the horrible experiences these men faced as POWS, but he emphasizes their friendship and resilience.  The friendship that Cherry and Halyburton forged during their years in a POW camp persisted long after they gained their freedom.  The two men stayed in frequent contact until Cherry’s death in 2016.

General William Sherman once said, “War is hell.”  Wynne’s War and Two Souls Indivisible certainly provide support for Sherman’s assertion.  However, these books transcend the hellish horror of war.  They provide readers with insights into the hearts and minds of the participants in our wars.  Although these books are set in far-away places, they are still part of Storied Charlotte.    

Tags: prisoners of warwar horseswar stories

Of Anchors, Books, and Juggling Women

May 17, 2020 by Mark West
Categories: Storied Charlotte

My guess is that in other cities television news anchors and radio broadcasters don’t generally write books, but in Charlotte it’s another story.   This month Molly Grantham, a WBTV news anchor, published her second book, The Juggle Is Real:  The Off-Camera Life of an On-Camera Mom.  Grantham is not the only Charlotte-area anchor or broadcaster to have published multiple books.  Sheri Lynch of the Bob and Sheri radio show has also published two books, and the former news anchor Robert Inman has published numerous books.   

Grantham’s The Juggle Is Real is a follow-up volume to her first book, Small Victories, which came out in 2017.  In fact, both books share the same subtitle:  The Off-Camera Life of an On-Camera Mom.  Grantham wrote her first book while on maternity leave.  It started as a series of Facebook posts that she wrote on a weekly basis shortly after the birth of her second child.  Small Victories has a candid and humorous feel to it.  The Juggle Is Real is just as candid has her first book, but it is more serious in tone.  The book opens with Grantham recounting her visit with her dying mother.  From there she writes about experiences of juggling her job and her responsibilities as a parent while working from home because of the coronavirus pandemic.  Grantham includes lots of humorous observations in this memoir, but it is all set against the sobering backdrop of our current public health crisis.  For more information about Grantham’s books, please click on the following link:  https://www.mollygrantham.com/

Grantham’s two memoirs are perfect shelf mates to Sheri Lynch’s two books about motherhood:  Hello, My Name Is Mommy:  The Dysfunctional Girl’s Guide to Having, Loving (and Hopefully Not Screwing Up) a Baby, published in 2004; and Be Happy or I’ll Scream!:  My Deranged Quest for the Perfect Husband, Family, and Life, published in 2007.  Both Grantham and Lynch have a knack for writing self-deprecating humor, but Lynch’s humor is a bit edgier than Grantham’s.  Like Grantham, Lynch writes about the difficulties of juggling her family life and her career, but Lynch’s juggling act often doubles as a comedy act.  For more information about Lynch’s career, please click on the following link:  https://bobandsheri.com/bio/

Of the Charlotte-area news anchors who have also published books, no one can match the record of Robert Inman.  From 1979 to 1996, Inman worked as a news anchor for WBTV, but he took an interest in writing novels in the mid-1980s.  He published his first novel, Home Fires Burning, in 1987.  In 1996, he decided to step down as a news anchor and become a full-time writer of novels, plays, screenplays, and essays.  For more information about Inman’s books, please click on the following link:  http://robert-inman.com/about-the-author

Inman’s most recent novel, The Governor’s Lady, came out in 2013.  Like Grantham’s and Lynch’s memoirs, this novel deals with the experiences of a woman attempting to juggle multiple roles and expectations.  In the case of The Governor’s Lady, the central character is Cooper Lanier, the wife of an ambitious southern governor who decides to run for President of the United States. Her husband concocts a plan for her to succeed him as governor so that he can devote more time to his presidential campaign.  However, when she is elected governor, she finds herself torn between being a stand-in for her husband and following her own ideas and plans.  The result is a story that combines family dynamics and political intrigue.

For Molly Grantham, Sheri Lynch, and Robert Inman, the demands associated with their broadcasting careers have not prevented them from launching new careers as authors.  All three of them have written memorable books about the realities of contemporary women’s lives, and Storied Charlotte is richer for it.

Tags: family lifehumorjuggling lifemotherhoodnews anchorsnovelsradio broadcasters

The Forging of Andrew Hartley’s Impervious

May 11, 2020 by Mark West
Categories: Storied Charlotte

In our roles as UNC Charlotte professors, Andrew Hartley and I were both on campus on April 30th of last year, the day that two UNC Charlotte students lost their lives in a shooting that took place in a campus classroom.  I had left campus about fifteen minutes before the shooting occurred.  Andrew, however, was in the middle of an end-of-year theatre departmental celebration when the shots rang out, so he and his students experienced first-hand the terror of huddling in a dressing room while the police investigated the shooting.  Shortly after this experience, Andrew began writing a young adult fantasy novel in which he responded in a creative way to the shooting.  The result is Impervious, which Falstaff Books released in April.  For more information about this release, please click on the following link:  http://falstaffbooks.com/impervious-book-release/

In his new novel, Andrew combines the grim reality of gun violence, the gritty world of today’s schools, and the liberating power of fantasy.  Although real-world issues and problems often figure in Andrew’s fantasy novels, in Impervious the very real problem of school violence is at the center of the story.  I recently contacted Andrew and asked him about how he combines fantasy and reality in the pages of Impervious.  Here is his response:

Though I loved Tolkien growing up, I quickly gravitated to novels whose paranormal or fantastic elements were more clearly rooted in conventional reality and whose brand of evil was less abstract and more specifically human. That may have begun for me with Ursula Le Guin’s Earthsea trilogy, but it expanded across genres and drove many of the stories I came to love, whether it was detective fiction or in the ordinary horrors of Stephen King. I developed a fascination with the way that the imagined, the spooky, or the otherworldly might be tied to the everyday. Likewise in television and film, I came to love the way that the most unlikely narratives might be the shadows cast by commonplace events, people or attitudes.

I didn’t start writing for younger readers till my son was old enough to read it. Until then I had written mostly adult mystery and thriller, but I came back to fantasy, my first literary love, moving from middle grade fiction to young adult as he aged. But I never lost that sense that the best fantasy did not point away from reality so much as it reflected back on it, albeit through a fun-house mirror which distorts and makes the familiar strange. 

The idea for Impervious came to me several years ago: a fantasy novel in which the elements which marked it as fantasy gradually broke down, revealing an all too real and horrible event at the center, something the protagonist had not been able to bear looking at directly. I didn’t know how to write it, however, and it sat as a half developed outline, no more than a few pages long. 

Then came April 30th 2019. I was trapped on campus at UNCC with a handful of students, hidden in a dressing room in the theatre building where I work, waiting for the police to determine it was safe to go out. A gunman had killed two students and injured four more. We waited for two hours in silence, trying to track events on our phones, see what had happened, what was happening, what might happen.

It was a few days before the extent of the trauma became clear to me. I was jumpy, emotional, prone to flashes of panic. It was odd because I had not actually been in real danger, though I hadn’t known that at the time. The shooter was subdued quickly, partly through the self sacrifice of a student, Riley Howell.

I don’t remember if it was my idea to write the book or if my wife suggested it. I’ve written through trauma before and it made sense to do it again. So I took the outline I had written for the fantasy novel built around a traumatic event, restructured it and spent two weeks at my computer, pausing, pretty much, only to sleep and eat. It just poured out. It was painful to write because I felt like I was reliving everything, but it was cathartic, and when it was done, I felt better. 

I don’t know what other people will make of it, and a part of me doesn’t care, because writing it was, for me, both necessary and inevitable. If it brings other people closer to a sense of such things without having to live through them, if it helps them to reflect on violence, on heroism, all the better. I want it to. But I didn’t write it with that end in mind. I wrote it because if I was ever going to get out of that dressing room, I had to. Sometimes, that’s how writing is.

Andrew (or A.J. Hartley as he is known to his readers) has published many novels since moving to Charlotte in 2005, but Impervious is the one that has the deepest connections to his experiences in our city.  Impervious was not just written in Charlotte; it was forged in the heat of one of Charlotte’s most hellish days.  As such, Impervious is very much part of Storied Charlotte. 

Tags: April 30gun violenceImperviousschool violenceyoung adult fantasy novel

Dannye Romine Powell and Her 45 Years as a Player in Charlotte's Literary Scene

May 04, 2020 by Mark West
Categories: Storied Charlotte
Photo credit:
Laurie Smithwick

Shortly after I moved to Charlotte in the summer of 1984, I subscribed to The Charlotte Observer.  At the time, Dannye Romine Powell served as the book editor for the paper.  Back in those days, the paper published a two-page book section every Sunday.  It included original book reviews, interviews with authors, and news about local literary events.  As a regular reader of the paper’s book section, I got to know Dannye through her writing and through seeing her at book signings and other literary events in the community.  I soon came to see Dannye as a key player in Charlotte’s literary scene. 

Dannye made her debut on the Charlotte literary scene in 1975 when she became the book editor for The Charlotte Observer.  She remained the paper’s book editor until 1992.  In this role, she often interviewed Southern authors.  She decided to collect these interviews in a book titled Parting the Curtains:  Interviews with Southern Writers, which came out in 1995.  In addition to her interview book, Dannye has published five poetry collections, two of which have won the the North Carolina Poetry Society’s Brockman-Campbell Award for best book by a North Carolina poet.  Her most recent collection, In the Sunroom with Raymond Carver, just came out from Press 53.  For more information about this collection, please click on the following link:   https://www.press53.com/dannye-romine-powell

I recently contacted Dannye and asked for her reflections on her long career as a Charlotte journalist, columnist, and poet.   Here is her response:

In the beginning – at least in the beginning of my tenure as book editor of the Charlotte Observer in 1975 – there was Charleen. Nobody said, “Charleen who?” Everybody knew. The ebullient, charismatic Charleen Whisnant was all the literati this town needed. She published a series of hardback literary reviews – The Red Clay Reader – unparalleled in their energy and excellence. Before long, Charleen reclaimed her maiden name – Swansea. She divorced her high school sweetheart, married a young entrepreneur, and moved on to South Carolina and other pursuits.

Charlotte was rich in poets in those years. But in 1970s and ‘80s, with one or two fleeting exceptions, to unearth a novelist, Charlotte had to dig back to Carson McCullers’ brief stay here in 1937. Chapel Hill had the goods –Reynolds Price, Doris Betts, Daphne Athas and Max Steele. And Greensboro with novelist and poet Fred Chappell. And Columbia, S.C., with James Dickey – predominantly a poet – and Jackson, Miss., with Eudora Welty, whose genius was the short story.

Before long, a new crop of novelists sprang up – again in the Chapel Hill area — Lee Smith, Alan Gurganus, Marianne Gingher, Angela Davis-Gardner, (Charlotte native) Lawrence Naumoff and others.

A decade before my arrival at the Observer, my predecessor Harriet Doar had discovered Louisiana’s Walker Percy and his first novel, “The Moviegoer.” By discovered, I mean she had snatched his book from the dozens that poured in each week to the newsroom and wrote about it as if Percy belonged to us. As Harriet once explained, “Sometimes you just know a good book by its feel.”

My own find was the young Kaye Gibbons of Raleigh in 1987. Thanks to Harriet, I too had learned to feel my way to a promising read. One day, I plucked a small volume from the pile and noticed blurbs from both Eudora Welty and Walker Percy. I wept as I read the first page of Gibbons’ magical “Ellen Foster” — a sure sign my sensibilities had encountered genius.

Charlotte came so close to having our very own novelist with the late Dot Jackson, a former Observer columnist, who spent the 1970s and part of the ‘80s writing the splendid “Refuge,” after working all day at the paper. But by the time it came out in 2006, she had moved on to Six Mile, S.C.

We finally snared one in 1991 when Algonquin Books published Simmons Jones’s first and only novel, “Show Me the Way to Go Home.” Jones, a Charlotte native, was 70 when the book came out.

Today, Charlotte teems with novelists. There’s Judy Goldman, poet-turned-novelist- turned memoirist. And the internationally bestselling Kathy Reichs. Among others, there’s Mark de Castrique, Kimmery Martin, Kim Wright, Jeff Jackson, Sarah Creech, Nancy Stancill, Kathryn Schwille, Phillip Lewis, Webb Hubbell, Jon Buchan, Megan Miranda, Amber Smith, Erika Marks, Alan Michael Parker, Andrew Hart, Marybeth Whalen, Alicia D. Williams, Renee Ahdieh, Gail Z. Martin, Paula Martinac, Aaron Gwyn, Carrie Ryan, Joy Callaway and Bryn Chancellor.

And, yes, poets still thrive here. Julie Suk, now 96, has a new collection due in May from Jacar Press.

Funny, isn’t it. When the literary pickings were slim here, The Observer’s book page flourished. Now the writers are flourishing. And where oh where is the book page?

Nowadays Charlotte’s literary scene has many players, but few can match Dannye’s long record.  For her 45 years of contributing to Storied Charlotte, I thank her.   

Tags: book editorcolumnistjournalistliterary sceneNorth Carolina poet

Mark de Castrique, Man of Mysteries

April 27, 2020 by Mark West
Categories: Storied Charlotte

Mark de Castrique, one of Charlotte’s most prolific writers of mysteries, recently brought out his 19th novel.  Titled Murder in Rat Alley, this novel is the 7th in his Sam Blackman Series.  For more information about Murder in Rat Alley and Mark’s other books, please click on the following link:  http://www.markdecastrique.com

In most of Mark’s mysteries, there is no clear line demarcating the past and the present.  Events that happened long ago often have a bearing on the mystery at hand, and the dead often have a say in the unfolding of the story.   Such is the case with Murder in Rat Alley.  Although the story is set in present-day Asheville, much of the story deals with the disappearance of a NASA engineer in 1971.  In this novel, the underside of the Space Race and the current climate change crisis converge in a dark alley in Asheville.  Rat Alley is a real place.   

Since the publication of his first mystery, Dangerous Undertaking, in 2003 to the publication of Murder in Rat Alley in December 2019, Mark has published on average about one book per year.  I recently contacted Mark and asked him how he sustains this high level of productivity.  In his response, he interrelates the past and the present, just as he does in his mysteries.  He also addresses the importance of being part of Charlotte’s community of writers:

Writers often are portrayed as solitary figures, alone in a room with a pen, blank sheet of paper, and their imagination.  That image isn’t necessarily false.  But there comes that time when pen must go to paper or keyboard connect to computer screen, and I’ve found those secluded moments more productive because of the community that has contributed to my writing endeavors.

            I came to creative writing through a side door.  My career has been in film and video production.  In Charlotte, I’ve worked on documentaries and bio-pics that offered the opportunity for collaborative script writing, editing, and wide public distribution.  In short, storytelling.  My only creative writing education had been several screenplay courses as an undergraduate.  I was not familiar with Charlotte’s writing community.

            I was introduced to that community through the good fortune of being in a city with outstanding higher educational institutions.  It’s my belief, that from community college to major universities, writing cells come into existence when nurtured by the shared desire to learn the craft.  With that goal in mind, I nervously signed up to take a continuing-education short story writing class at Queens University (Queens College at the time).  I found myself in a room with twenty students and an instructor.  What I soon discovered was writing isn’t a competitive sport.  Someone else’s success doesn’t diminish your own.  Someone’s authentic voice doesn’t silence your own.  And writers who want to support other writers have the ability to become honest and constructive listeners.  That first class and its collaborative spirit taught me it’s not the writing, it’s the rewriting that leads to success.

            Out of that class grew a smaller writing group that encouraged and critiqued each other’s work.  That gave me the confidence to plunge into grad school in the English Department of UNC Charlotte, which introduced me to a whole faculty of writers of one kind or another.  They became my community as I concentrated on narrative theory and how a story is constructed.  Thanks to faculty support, my creative graduate thesis became a published novel.

            That was nearly twenty years and twenty novels ago.  One thing I’ve learned is that there is always more to learn.  The Charlotte Writers Club has a wonderful history of offering programs.  I was privileged to speak recently at their monthly meeting.  New technologies create new support methods such as Landis Wade’s Charlotte Readers Podcast that not only connects readers to writers but writers to writers.

Yet, there is no escaping that moment of staring at the blank page.  I try to remember it represents a world of possibilities.  I don’t face it alone.  I have a community of writers behind me.

Mark’s remarkable success as a mystery writer is not the only reason I think of him as a man of mysteries.  There is also a bit of a mystery behind his name.  In most cases, names that include “de” are French in origin.  Since “de” is French for “of,” a name that includes “de” technically means that a person with that name is “of” a particular place in France.  However, there is no Castrique in France.  In an effort to solve this mystery, I sent Mark an email and asked him about the origins of his name.  In his response, Mark wrote, “The last name of my great grandfather Charles was Castrique. This was in England. His father had several altercations with the law so when Charles immigrated to the U.S. he added the de.”  Well, now that I know that Mark isn’t tied to some village in France named Castrique, I think it might be more appropriate to call him Mark de Charlotte, as in Storied Charlotte. 

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For the Love of Libraries

April 20, 2020 by Mark West
Categories: Storied Charlotte

For the Love of Libraries— Since National Library Week runs from April 19 through April 25, now is a fitting time to celebrate the many ways in which the Charlotte Mecklenburg Library contributes to Charlotte’s community of readers and writers.  Even though all of the library branches are closed because of the coronavirus outbreak, our public library is still providing online support to area readers and writers, and the library is still participating in National Library Week.  For more information about the Charlotte Mecklenburg Library’s celebration of National Library Week, please click on the following link:  https://cmlibrary.org/blog/national-library-week-2020

Whenever I talk with Charlotte writers about the public library, they all have stories to tell.  However, for the purposes of this blog post, I am focusing on three writers whose connections with the Charlotte Mecklenburg Library have especially deep roots.  One of these writers is Jeffrey Leak, whose books include Racial Myths and Masculinity in African American Literature and Visible Man: The Life of Henry Dumas. Another is my wife, Nancy Northcott.  Her fiction includes The Herald of Day, the first novel in a historical fantasy trilogy,and a novella in Welcome to Outcast Station, the first volume in a science fiction series. Both Jeffrey and Nancy grew up in the Charlotte area, and their library connections go all the way back to their childhoods.  The third writer is community historian Thomas Hanchett, whose books include Sorting Out the New South City:  Race, Class and Urban Development in Charlotte, 1875-1975 and Charlotte and the Carolina Piedmont.  I asked each of these three authors to send me a paragraph about their experiences with the Charlotte Mecklenburg Library.

Here is what Jeffrey sent to me:

I have a long-standing appreciation for the public library. I grew up near what is now Northwest School of the Arts, riding my bike in the summer to the library, then located on LaSalle Street, now located on Beatties Ford Road. My journeys there were the result of an ultimatum from my mama: “if you come in my house one more time, you’ll be in till this evening.” Tired of me running in and out, Hattie Leak told me to make up my mind. Inside or outside. Heat or AC. More times than not, I chose the former. The librarians understood my dilemma, sometimes even including me on their lunch-run to Hoyles or Mr. C’s, less than a block away. but the main thing they gave me was access to books and the encouragement to read them. African American history and culture came alive in that welcoming space. From reading there, I always wanted to travel to the northeast where figures like Benjamin E. Mays and Zora Neale Hurston had gone. These black librarians took my curiosity and interests and, like the story of Jesus and the feeding of the fish to the multitudes, multiplied them. I don’t have any data to support this claim, but I think my reading skills actually improved in those pre-teen summers. What I do know is that my education has taken me to points in the northeast, including Maine and New York City (the respective places associated with Mays and Hurston), Africa, Europe and the Caribbean. Oh the places I have been! But I’ll always know that much of what I have been blessed to experience started at the library on LaSalle.

Here is what Nancy sent to me:

As a geek child, I didn’t fit in with my more athletic, outdoorsy neighbors. I found a haven in the Davidson Public Library. I loved to ride my bike down to Main Street, check out as many books as the bike’s basket would hold, and pedal home to start reading. Mrs. Wally, the librarian, often had recommendations ready when I walked in the door. She knew I loved science fiction, history, historical fiction, mysteries, and YA romance, and her suggestions ran the gamut. I reveled in the imaginary journeys those books provided. The library was also special to me because my father and I often went there together. Those trips were the one activity only the two of us shared. Every couple of weeks, after supper, he would ask if I wanted to go. I always jumped at the chance. You can bring home so many more books when you have a car! During those visits, I regularly read the comic strips in the back of Boys’ Life magazine. I wanted a subscription, but my mom nixed that on grounds of my not being a boy. When my dad and I went to the library, I always took the latest Boys’ Life off the shelf and read the comics in the back. He knew but never commented, so that also was just between us. I check out much less fiction than I once did, but I love having the library available for research materials.  It’s probably fair to say I wouldn’t have become a writer if the library hadn’t stimulated my imagination all those years ago.

Here is Tom sent to me:

When I’m researching the history of a community, the local public library is always my first stop. I’ve used history collections in dozens of cities nationwide and I can tell you for sure that the Robinson-Spangler Carolina Room is among the best in the U.S. Arriving in Charlotte back in 1981 to research older neighborhoods for the Historic Landmarks Commission, I went directly to the original Carolina Room. It was then a single room staffed by a single person, Mary Louise Phillips. I wasn’t sure what she would make of a this 26-year-old non-native, barely able to find Charlotte on a map, asking so many questions about Myers Park, Biddleville, cotton mills, land development. But she welcomed me in. The Carolina Room has been a home-base ever since.  Today I’m delighted to be finishing my term as the Carolina Room’s first Historian-in-Residence, thanks to the vision of Library CEO Lee Keesler. In partnership with fellow community historian J. Michael Moore, we’ve just debuted a how-to website of tools, tips and weblinks for researching your house or neighborhood in Charlotte  CharlotteHistoryToolkit.com.  More work I’ve done over the years, drawing on the Carolina Room, can be found at my website www.HistorySouth.org. And while you’re on the internet, check out the Carolina Room’s own rich website, www.CMstory.org.

As the responses I received from Jeffrey, Nancy and Tom reveal, the Charlotte Mecklenburg Library has played a significant role in these writers’ lives.  In a sense, the public library can be seen as a reoccurring character that plays a variety of roles in the individual stories of Charlotte’s readers and writers, but it is also a central character in the overarching narrative of Storied Charlotte.

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Two Peas in a Pod, One in a Podcast

April 13, 2020 by Mark West
Categories: Storied Charlotte

When I used to teach writing courses many years ago, I advised my students to avoid clichés.  Back then I saw clichés as being hackneyed and unoriginal.  However, as the years have gone by, I have become more accepting of clichés.  I find that when I stop and think about a cliché, it often evokes a memory or a compelling image.  Such is the case with the cliché “two peas in a pod.”   My parents always grew peas in their large vegetable garden, and one of my jobs as a boy was to shell the peas.  I remember pulling the pods apart, revealing the emerald green peas maturing within.  For me, this cliché is not just about the similar nature of the peas, but it’s also about the protective nature of the pod. 

In many ways, Landis Wade’s Charlotte Readers Podcast and my Storied Charlotte blog are two peas in a pod, and Charlotte’s community of readers and writers is our common pod.  Both Wade and I share an interest in connecting readers and writers.  Both Wade and I draw attention to Charlotte’s talented writers.  Both Wade and I collaborate with the Charlotte Mecklenburg Library.  As Wade expressed in a recent email to me, “It looks like our interests are similar, yours with a blog, mine with a podcast.”  

In a little less than two years, Wade’s podcast has become a fixture in Charlotte’s cultural scene.  Wade recorded the first Charlotte Readers Podcast episode in 2018, and he will release his 100th episode at the end of April.  I recently contacted Wade and asked how he came to create Charlotte Readers Podcast.  Here is his response:

At my 40th College Reunion last summer at Davidson College, someone paid me a back-handed compliment. It went something like this. “You were the last guy in our class who I thought would write a book and do something creative like start a podcast.” It’s true. I didn’t fit the mold. I was a college football player, who majored in history and then turned that into a law degree, where I then worked as a trial lawyer for 35 years in Charlotte.  Then what? Did you hear the one about the lawyer who walked into a podcast studio? True, it sounds like a bad Dad joke, but I wasn’t kidding when I announced I was doing just that in the fall of 2018 when I retired in December. My dad asked, “how do you make money at that.” I said “I don’t, Dad, I just want to do something creative in my Act 3.” He was mystified.

While still working as a lawyer, I wrote my first book, The Christmas Heist as a Christmas gift for my family, which one reviewer called a cross between My Cousin Vinny and Miracle on 34th Street. When the next Christmas rolled around, the characters returned to save Christmas once again in The Legally Binding Christmas. The trilogy was completed with The Christmas Redemption, which won the 2018 Holiday category of the 12th Annual National Indie Excellence Awards and was the 2018 Holiday category Honorable Mention in the 10th Annual Readers’ Favorite Awards. My foray into writing and my experience as a trial lawyer made me wonder whether I could create an interview-based podcast to help authors give voice to their written words. I had a sense that this medium – this podcast thing – could be a great way to connect authors to listeners who enjoy good stories and poems. And thus, Charlotte Readers Podcast was born, the intersection between readers and writers where “Authors Give Voice to Their Written Words.”

When I started podcasting in the fall of 2018, I didn’t know the difference between a mixing board and a mixing bowl, why I needed an audio host, or how to get voices to travel into a microphone and end up in Apple Podcast land, but I loved to read and write, so I figured I might be able to learn the rest. Since then I have interviewed over 125 authors, done a number of live podcasts and on April 28th, I will release our 100th episode. With support from sponsors Park Road Books and Charlotte-Mecklenburg Library and some help from member supporters and Advent Coworking where I record when I can do so in person, I’m getting closer to breaking even (not there yet), but I podcast because I enjoy engaging with interesting people who also happen to tell good stories and I like connecting readers with writers. 

Book lovers and writers who are interested in learning what’s coming on the podcast through our bi-weekly newsletter or engaging with, supporting or reviewing the show, can find those links here: https://linktr.ee/CharlotteReadersPodcast   They can find our website here: www.charlottereaderspodcast.com

Although we might feel alone in this the time of self-isolation, we should remember that there are other peas in our pod.  We still have our communities, and we still have stories to share.  I congratulate Landis Wade on his 100th episode of Charlotte Readers Podcast, and I thank him for his many contributions to Storied Charlotte.        

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In the Words of Two Charlotte Poets

April 02, 2020 by Mark West
Categories: Storied Charlotte

Charlotte’s community of readers and writers is reeling as a result of the coronavirus outbreak.  We have seen the recent cancelations or postponements of Sensoria, the Center City Literary Festival, many library events, and a number of book signings and readings by local writers.  However, the coronavirus cannot stop the National Poetry Month, which takes place each April (https://poets.org/national-poetry-month).  It is fitting, therefore, that Christopher Davis and Grace Ocasio, two of Charlotte’s most prominent poets, are launching new poetry collections this month.  Davis’s Oath is being published by Main Street Rag (https://mainstreetragbookstore.com/product/oath-christopher-davis/), and Ocasio’s Family Reunion is being published by Broadstone Books (http://broadstonebooks.com/Grace_C_Ocasio.html).  I contacted Davis and Ocasio and asked each of them to send me a brief statement about their connections to Charlotte.  I also asked each of them if they would provide a sample from their new collections, and they both agreed.

Here is what Christopher Davis sent me:

I moved to Charlotte in August of 1989, newly hired by the English Department at UNC Charlotte to teach creative writing workshops.  My first collection of poetry, The Tyrant of the Past and the Slave of the Future, had won the 1988 Agnes Lynch Starrett award from Associated Writing Programs, an organization bringing together creative writing programs, and writers, within academia.  The book was about to be published by Texas Tech University Press.  I had grown up in Los Angeles, received a BA in English Literature from Syracuse University, and a Master of Fine Arts degree from the Iowa Writer’s Workshop.  I had taught creative writing for two years at Murray State University in western Kentucky.  I was 29 years old, and my life up to that point had seemed already full of adventure, trauma and insecurity: eleven years earlier, my younger brother had been murdered; my parents, both academics themselves, had subsequently gone through a difficult separation and divorce; as a young(ish) gay man, I felt the presence of the AIDS crisis, as did everyone who was experiencing it personally at that time, in complex, hard-to-compartmentalize ways.  I self-identified as a poet, and as an “arts” person in general, very strongly.  My first impressions of Charlotte, when I came to UNC Charlotte for an on-campus interview in February of 1989, were that it seemed like a lush, sunny, sensual, almost tropical kind of place.  It reminded me of the Wallace Stevens poems I loved, such as “In the Carolinas” and “Bantams in Pine-woods.”  Western Kentucky had been exciting too, to my suburban southern Californian eyes, but it was a landscape of wildernesses, whereas Charlotte contained cultivated gardens filled with day lilies and hosta, and crepe myrtle trees planted by the city along the Plaza, where I rented a small house throughout the 1990’s.  Hurricane Hugo hit, and my first days of teaching at UNC Charlotte were marked by, well, what I was used to:  adventure, trauma and insecurity.  Later in 1989, when the gorgeous flora in my front yard lost its flowers and receded into the ground for winter, I was so upset, assuming I had done something wrong, maybe not watered the plants enough, not fertilized anything.  My first spring here, in March of 1990, was a fabulous revelation.  I watched the day lilies burst out, the pear trees pop alive; I listened to Aaron Copeland’s “Appalachian Spring” in my Walkman; I excitedly worked on poems that would eventually appear in journals, then in my second book, The Patriot, published by University of Georgia Press in 1998.  “One swollen evening / warm rain flooded the gutters. / Dogwood blossoms had come out / over a wash of green leaves. / The world seemed quietly willing.”  I was home.

Much time has passed since then, but, because I have remained in one place for half of my life, always responding to seasonal and historical events, always bringing my sensory experience, my body, my place, into my poems, it somehow seems as if no time has passed, like a “grace dissolved in place,” as T.S. Eliot names that feeling in his poem “Marina.”  Of course Charlotte has gifted me, and my poetry, with much imagery, language and experience.  But I think this poem, which will appear in my forthcoming collection, Oath, published by Main Street Rag Press, is most representative of my creative life, as lived in this part of our country, for so long.  In 2007 I received a grant from UNC Charlotte to support scholarship; I spent one week, in late January, at a hotel at the far end of Wrightsville Beach, in the Wilmington area; I wrote pages and pages of notes, and over several years shaped this poem.  If “that’s all she wrote,” I’m happy!

SHELL ISLAND

It’s weathered subject matter, this boutique hotel,

a revamped Holiday Inn at the end of a sand bar      

pulled this way and that, eroded by wind, rain,

currents, tides flooding the inland waterway.  

To restore expensive real estate, bulldozers

added three thousand more feet of beach

a little to the north, destroying habitats

for plovers, black flyers, sanderlings.

White water fowl wings

skim breaking waves.

*

An Adirondack chair the burgundy of dried blood

hunches against the rusty railing of the balcony. 

My muscles are already beginning to atrophy. 

Really do resent having to sit here, solitary,

slaving over rough drafts, shifting, shrinking,

when the sound of the surf pounds outside.

My heart, you know, feelings, needs to be

touched, doesn’t yours?  My neck hurts, 

my sharp nose and tight-lipped mouth

floating between my shoulder blades.

*

This human mike, this hollow, fragile body,  

a community perceptual center, embraces

it, this inside voice, radio free me, carries

it through books, buffet lines, museums;                                                        

in a pornography outlet beside Autumn Inn,

a care facility for seniors, it makes it moan.

Sun-bleached driftwood looks bone gray.

Well, I guess I am here on an arts grant,

i.e., to mix work, dying, and play. 

Pray, let’s wave at, never away, 

*

that obese sex tourist, trudging, in flip-

flops, along the boardwalk, two gay

Thai guys, twins, performing an act

behind his back, bowing, grinning,  

their four middle fingers lifted, tips,

bending in, slightly, wiggling, like

hooks catching trapped laughs,

flipping, “quote, unquote,”

the bird, supernatural,

rhetorical, rhapsodic. 

Here is what Grace Ocasio sent me:

As far as I was concerned, Charlotte was a foreign land, and I was a hardcore New Yorker when I moved to Charlotte in 1993, newly wed from the burbs of Westchester County.  The only thing I knew about Charlotte was that my mother had passed through it one time, years before she migrated to New York with my father and that my uncle, Dr. Arthur Grant, had received a B.A. in English from Johnson C. Smith University.  I truly became, upon learning from my then fiancé, Edwin Ocasio, that his company, Hearst Corporation, would be relocating to Charlotte the summer of 1992, like Eva Gabor’s Lisa of Green Acres fame.  “The stores” I implored as I conversed with Eddie long distance ten months before our wedding.  For sure, the asphalt jungle had rooted itself deep in my DNA, and no amount of persuasion on Eddie’s part was going to sell me on Charlotte.  Hence, I went kicking and screaming down south. 

Little by little, Charlotte grew on me.  Teeming with nature galore, the birds and trees of various kinds won me over.   All the writers I met wrote about flowers.  What is this? I wondered.  True, the amazing contemporary poet Thomas Lux taught me in a Sarah Lawrence College graduate seminar that one could use flowers symbolically, creating great potency of language.  One need not imbue one’s language with the literal meaning of flowers, I learned.  Still, I imbibed what the writers around me wrote, admired and appreciated their verse.  I, however, referenced nature in order to reflect/mirror my emotions.  The death of my mother in 2008 prompted me to write about her passing aided by the image of a dogwood.  Other poems emerged, some relating to nature in one way or another. A few of these poems made their way into my new collection, Family Reunion.  Nowadays, I sit or stand in my bones, content to wait for small moments to burgeon into poems.

FALL FESTIVAL

We, my Edward and I, take Zoe to a pumpkin patch

where she dives into a horde of pumpkins

as though they will draw her close

as cousins she’s never met.

She commands the hayride––

first child to scramble up

into the tractor-drawn wagon,

first child to throw a bucket of hay over her head.

We walk through a meadow, snatch wildflowers,

cram our pockets with them,

lean against white oaks and watch the sun

slide down the sky like a child racing down a water coaster.

We flash our headlights from Mooresville to Charlotte,

letting people know harvest is the time to gloat

over chill in the air, the snap of grass under feet,

the scent of pumpkin buttercream,

the yellow, red, and orange leaves of tupelos

that entice us to sleep even when we’ve been up all night,

tossing stray sandman thoughts out the window

or in the trash can in our backyard.  

I thank Christopher Davis and Grace Ocasio for sharing their thoughts and poetry and for their many contributions to Storied Charlotte.        

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Mister Gavin Edwards' Neighborhood

March 24, 2020 by Mark West
Categories: Storied Charlotte

I didn’t know that Gavin Edwards lives in Charlotte when I spotted his book Kindness and Wonder:  Why Mister Rogers Matters Now More Than Ever while shopping at Park Road Books the other day.  The store has a special display of their bestselling nonfiction books, and that’s where I saw Edwards’ book.  The cover features a photograph of Mister Rogers wearing his iconic red, cardigan sweater, and the photograph called out to me.  Being a longtime fan of Mister Rogers, I took the book off the shelf and read Edwards’ bio statement printed on the dust jacket.   It concludes with the line: “Gavin lives in Charlotte, North Carolina, with his wife, museum curator Jen Sudul Edwards, and their two sons.”  I turned to Sherri Smith, one of the store’s employees, and asked her if Edwards really lives in Charlotte.  She assured me that he does, and she added that they consider him a friend of the store.  Well, it was then clear what I needed to do.  I bought the book and read it the next day.

Edwards divides the book into two sections.  The first section focuses on Mister Rogers’ life and his long career in children’s television.  In the second section, Edwards distills Mister Rogers’ approach to life down to “ten ways to live more like Mister Rogers right now.”  I enjoyed all of the book, but the second half grabbed my attention.  Kindness and Wonder came out in the fall of 2019, so it predates the coronavirus outbreak.  However, I felt that Edwards’ discussion of the ten ways to live like Mister Rogers is especially relevant for our current public health crisis.  As soon as I finished Edwards’ book, I wrote a column titled “What Mister Rogers Would Say about the Coroavirus” for The Charlotte Observer.  To read the column, please click on this link:  https://www.charlotteobserver.com/opinion/opn-columns-blogs/article241363251.html

After I finished my column, I set out to learn more about Edwards.  I found out that he is a Yale-educated journalist who has published numerous articles in Rolling Stone, including twelve cover stories.  He has also published articles in The New York Times, Wired, Billboard, GQ, and many other periodicals.  Like most authors these days, he has a website.  After visiting his website, I learned that he has twelve books.  In addition to Kindness and Wonder, he has published such titles as The World According to Tom Hanks:  The Life, the Obsessions, the Good Deeds of America’s Most Decent Guy (2018), The Tao of Bill Murray:  Real-Life Stories of Joy, Enlightenment, and Party Crashing (2016), and Last Night at the Viper Room:  River Phoenix and the Hollywood He Left Behind (2013).  For more information about Edwards and his writings, please click on the following link:  https://rulefortytwo.com

On his website, Edwards makes several references to Park Road Books, but he doesn’t go into much detail about his life in Charlotte.  I wanted to know more, so I contacted him and asked him how he came to make Charlotte his home.  Here is his response: 

Before I moved to Charlotte five years ago, I had visited the city exactly once, on assignment for a magazine article where I entered a racecar driving school. So my initial impression of the city was that it involved mandatory jumpsuits and driving at 154 mph, making lots of left turns. That has turned out not to be the case.  We came to Charlotte (from Los Angeles) because my wife is a museum curator (she’s now the chief curator at the Mint Museum). I’ve moved around enough to know that the life of a writer can be isolating, if I’m not careful, so when we got here, I made sure to make friends and meet my neighbors and find places to volunteer. My actual neighborhood has “Driveway Fridays,” weekly potluck get-togethers all summer long, plus huge gatherings for Halloween and the Fourth of July. And I’ve found people in Charlotte to have lunch with, to play board games with, to discuss experimental novels with, so my appreciation of Charlotte is not based solely on the fact that the rest of my family is thriving here. One good friend can make all the difference in a new town; happily, I’ve got more than that here.  A lot of the writing I do really isn’t specific to Charlotte: my books on Bill Murray and Tom Hanks and Fred Rogers could have been written anywhere in the country. So I regularly try to take on some writing assignments that let me get to know North Carolina and its residents better, whether that means interviewing photographer Burk Uzzle for The New York Times (https://www.nytimes.com/2019/08/08/arts/music/woodstock-famous-couple.html) or reporting on the last days of a local music store for The Charlotte Observer(http://www.charlotteobserver.com/entertainment/arts-culture/article212804554.html).

In reflecting on Edwards’ connections to Charlotte, I am reminded of the inscription that he wrote in my autographed copy of Kindness and Wonder.  It reads simply, “Hi neighbor!”  I like to think of Edwards as being part of my neighborhood.  Of course, some would say that Charlotte is too big to be called a neighborhood.  As I see it, however, the term neighborhood works perfectly for the community of writers and readers that make up Storied Charlotte. 

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