SPIKING THE SUPER BOWL PIZZA

Spiking the Super Bowl Pizza 

Breaking news January 20, 2021 – In a parting shot at anyone who believes in rule of law, the now former President, Donald Trump, commuted the prison sentence of disgraced Detroit Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick. Current Detroit Mayor Mike Duggan thinks it’s great. But hey, since when did Duggan, a former Wayne County prosecutor, think that obedience to the law applied to him or members of his privileged political class? Here for the sake of irony is the story I wrote before Kwame Kilpatrick’s conviction. I posted it on my joelontheroad blog to celebrate the 2012 Super Bowl: 

By Joel Thurtell

I’m no sports writer, so it was neat to think my byline would appear over a Super Bowl story.

What a drag that my first-ever Super Bowl piece failed to meet the exacting publication standards of the Detroit Free Press.

Yes, my Super Bowl story was spiked.

Personally, I thought it was a pretty good little tale. Nothing like the Free Press scoop on current felon and former Detroit Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick.

But still, had it been printed, it might have given readers a chance to ask what is and what is not tolerable behavior by a law enforcement official.

Is it okay for a prosecutor, say, to break the law if he does it at home, with his pals?

I was working on the Ed McNamara story, late in 2002, right after the FBI — with lots of media fanfare — raided the offices of the then Wayne County executive and now the late Ed McNamara.

Any story about Mac was perforce a story about his right-hand man, the onetime deputy Wayne County executive, Mike Duggan.

By this time, Duggan was Wayne County prosecutor. But Duggan was thoroughly entwined in the McNamara Band’s political ops, so if the feds’ spotlight was on Mac, it was also on Mike Duggan.

Hey, anybody heard about that FBI probe lately? They prosecuted a couple of people, I seem to recall, but they never charged anyone close to Mac or Mike.

But never fear, for I was investigating, too.

What, you might ask, was the current editor, reporter, staff writer, photographer, chief layout person, chief of the copy desk and all around mayordomo of joelontheroad.com doing on the McNamara story?

For a couple years pre-newspaper strike, meaning from about May of 1993 till July 13, 1995, I was the Detroit Free Press reporter whose job it was to cover Wayne County doings. By the time of the FBI raid, I’d been off that job for, well, about eight years, either striking, running my used radio business, writing a novel and then back at the paper I was writing about Oakland County lakes. Why tap me for the McNamara story?

Well, they needed SOMEBODY to do it. The Detroit News was kicking the Free Press’ butt left and right with a reporter duo well-connected both to county and federal sources. That one-two punch was burying the Free Press, where one reporter, actually, one super-reporter, Dennis Niemiec, was covering … Oh, let’s see, what did Dennis cover? Why, he covered Livonia, he covered Plymouth and Canton and Northville and anything else western Waynish. He covered the Wayne County Detroit Metropolitan Airport (a full-time job by itself) and let’s see, oh by the way, he covered Wayne County. All from an office in a strip-mall at Six Mile and Newburgh in Livonia.

Somebody figured out Dennis needed help. Somebody thought of me. A guy who covered Wayne County eight years ago could do it again. Besides, nobody else wanted the job. One look at Dennis — tired, frustrated and beaten up — was warning enough.

So The News was eating our lunch every day and I was supposed to help Dennis turn this thing around. Dennis offered solace. He told me his “pizza” theory. Editors, he said, aren’t looking for real substance in stories. What they want is a talker, a story they can hype in the various meetings that consume much of their working days. A story they can chuckle about, joke about, make other editors envious about. A story, in short, that was like a pizza. Full of short-term flavor, high on fat, tasty, but not necessarily of lasting value except maybe to the waistline.

By the time Super Bowl 2003 rolled around, I was delivering pizzas, or trying to, by myself. The day after New Years, I was roaming around the bowels of the City-County Building in Detroit looking for some records having to do with county officials’ conflict of interest disclosures. I’d found them where county officials had squirreled them away in some file cabinets in the back of the county’s cavernous print shop. I emerged into a cold, blustery morning to see Bob Ficano, newly-elected Wayne County exec, giving his maiden speech on the steps of the county executive building. Standing in the crowd taking notes was Mike Elrick, a Free Press reporter none too happy about being there. “Where the fuck is Niemiec? He’s supposed to be covering this,” Elrick said.

At that very moment, Dennis was in the offices of Free Press bosses tendering his resignation. He’d no longer be delivering pizzas. Or rather, the was going to deliver them as a public relations guy for the very county executive whose speech was thundering via the PA speakers up Lafayette Boulevard.

Boy, did I think I had a pizza, though. I’d heard from sources both inside and around the prosecutor’s office that Mike Duggan had a little pizza party of his own on Super Bowl Sunday. Well, I don’t know if he served pizza, but the main thing is that he and his assistant prosecutors had a pool. They bet on the outcome of the game.

You know, a Super Bowl pool. They’re everywhere. Why, they had them in the newsroom, in the sports department. Pools were and I’m sure still are a big deal at the Free Press and probably at most other papers.

But they are illegal. So says the Michigan Penal Code. Mike didn’t deny holding the pool. He told me, “I’m learning that I can’t relax and make a mistake for a single minute when you’re the prosecutor. But I’ve learned. I sent a twenty dollar check over to Focus Hope as a donation to charity and I’ve learned a lesson from it.”

Just because he said he did it and just because the Penal Code says it’s illegal doesn’t mean Mike broke the law. See, we have this thing called the “presumption of innocence.” For the pool to have been truly illegal, there would have to have been an investigation. Then, a prosecutor somewhere (obviously not in Wayne County) would have to have authorized a warrant charging Mike with the crime. But even then, it wouldn’t have been a crime. No, it wouldn’t have been a crime until a judge or jury had found him guilty of violating the anti-pool law.

Until then, any story I wrote would lean heavily on words such as “alleged” and “apparent.”

How can I explain this in a more timely way? Well, let’s think about the mayor of Detroit, Kwame Kilpatrick. The media have been tooting the perjury horn since Mike Elrick and Jim Schaefer broke the most recent Kwame-gate story. And quite a story it is. But we can’t say Kwame actually committed perjury until a judge or jury convicts him of that crime. [Note to readers: I wrote this essay before Kwame was charged.]

Presumption of innocence.

Okay, so I was armed with all my “apparents” and “allegeds” and I wrote a story that might have gone down in history as “poolgate” or “Bowlgate.”

But the only bowl my story found was in the toilet.

I quoted Mike, I quoted a UM law prof, I quoted the Penal Code. I had a neat story about a prosecutor sworn to uphold the law sponsoring a gambling activity that admittedly was low stakes but that allegedly, maybe, violated the criminal code. No charges, no trial, no conviction. Standard journalism: I quoted people including Mike who said the pool took place.

Kind of like I imagine happened with the Kwame Kilpatrick text message story. Nobody’s denying the text messages, right? Into the paper it goes.

Not so fast. My story was written. It was in the computer. People were stopping by my desk to share a laugh. Great story.

The editors found the story highly amusing. A great read. But there was a problem. It’s called the double-standard, aka hypocrisy. People who live in glass houses and all that.

An editor broke the news: “If we print your story, we’ll never be able to hold another Super Bowl pool at the Free Press.”

So, thanks to Free Press editors, Mike Duggan dodged a bullet.

The news story was less important than keeping up the tradition of Free Press football pools.

Kwame Kilpatrick was not so lucky.

Consider this: Kwame being investigated was the first step toward determining whether he had violated any laws. Why was there an investigation? Thanks to Free Press reports.

Outside the newspaper industry, many people are legitimately worried about The Future of Newspapers.

At the Free Press, the big concern was The Future of their Super Bowl Pool.

Contact me at joelthurtell(at)gmail.com

 

 

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I BEAT OHIO STATE!

The last game of the University of Michigan football season is normally played against perennial rival Ohio State University. Due to the pandemic, the Michigan-Ohio State game scheduled for Saturday, December 12, 2020, was cancelled. All the more reason to commemorate the non-event with a new version of my essay celebrating the Michigan-Ohio State game that was played 75 years ago. 

 “I BEAT OHIO STATE!” 

By Joel Thurtell

HANK FONDE

HANK FONDE

The 80-year-old guy with the shock of white hair wore a fading maize and blue University of Michigan t-shirt. But this old man was not just any Michigan fan. Nor was it just any UM t-shirt. The woman, maybe in her fifties, quite evidently from Ohio, didn’t know either of these things. And neither I nor my two sons who were listening knew the story behind a clue this old man was about to reveal to us. I would not piece the story together for several years, even though I’d known this onetime Michigan football player and coach for more than three decades and was married to his oldest daughter for forty years.

The conversation — if you can call it that — took place in summer 2003 near the dock at J & G Marina on McGregor Bay in Ontario, a few miles by water from an island where this old man and his family had a summer cottage bought in the mid-1960s, when he was a UM football coach, second-in-command under another well-known Michigan player and coach, Bump Elliott.

The Ohio woman spotted the yellow and blue t-shirt with the UM logo and some script she didn’t understand. The shirt was a gift from UM to Hank and those 1948 team-mates still living at the time Michigan won the Rose Bowl game on January 1, 1998. The shirt commemorated two Rose Bowl victories and two National championships 50 years apart. Hank was a member of that New Year’s Day 1948 UM team that blew the University of Southern California away. The score was Michigan 49, USC 0.

The program for the October 4, 1947 Michigan-Stanford game described “diminutive ‘Hank,’ stout-hearted little speedster from Knoxville, Tenn., weighed about 150 pounds when he flung his compact frame against Army’s giants in 1945 at Yankee Stadium. Army players dubbed him ‘hardest to stop.’ He weighs about ten pounds more now and still is hard to stop. He scored thrice in 1945, averaging 4.1 yards per game, and last year he scored two touchdowns and averaged 3.23. He’s 23 and five-eight.” Michigan coach Bennie Osterbaan said Hank was “the best back, pound for pound, I’ve ever had.”

HANK FONDE makes touchdown in Northwestern game

HANK FONDE makes touchdown in Northwestern game

The Ohio woman didn’t know this. When her eyes detected blue, her brain saw red. All she knew was that this old man was wearing a t-shirt belonging to the enemy, the hated University of Michigan. She was an Ohio State fan. An easily perturbed Ohio State fan (aren’t they all?). Had she stopped to learn who this old man was, she might have heard an interesting story. But the ending of that story would have perturbed her even more.

My sons and I watched the Ohio woman, unforgettable because she came on so angry, so full of bile, so hostile to an old man who had said nothing to offend her. Hank could not respond round for round to this woman’s incessant, nasty volleys. Hank had Alzheimer’s Disease. His memory had long been gone for the people, places, things and events that once were dear to him.

But I knew who Hank was and I could have told her some phenomenal things about him. Most of it has nothing to do with football. Why, it was Hank who took me fishing in McGregor Bay and put us over the best bass and pike grounds. It was Hank who coached me to filet a bass or pike. It was Hank who helped me with the summer-long project of replacing the porch roof on our first house in Plymouth. I can hear him still: “Measure twice, cut once,” or he would declare, “level and half a bubble over!”

Hank loved language. His father, who played football for the University of Tennessee, was a poet. Hank did not write poetry, but he had a way of using language that is unforgettable. When he shook your hand, he would say, “Put ‘er there for ninety days!” If you dropped something or made a loud noise, Hank would shout, “Shoot him in the pants! The coat and vest belong to me!” If you were a tall person, he’d tell you, “It’s a long drink of water.” If you cut a fart, he’d say, “Who fired that shot?”

“Some low-down, dirty, good-for-nothin’, thievin’, cussin’, cattle-rustlin’ dirty dawwwg…put GLUE ON MY SADDLE!”

Edith, his wife, asked him, “Henry, does this dress make me look fat?” *

Hank replied, “No,…It’s the fat that makes you look fat.”

He had special nicknames for his kids. Karen was “tin can cottontail the cottontail that willy wag.”

Mark was “Marcus Aurelius Vestpocket Pucius.”

Looking forward to some event, Hank would say, “the good lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise.”

Hank was proud to hail “from the hills of East Tennessee, home of Andrew Jackson, Andrew Johnson, Cordell Hull, Jellybean Birchfield and other great American statesmen.”

(I’ve posted a collection of Hank’s sayings on my blog, joelontheroad.com.)

Football was an undying love — even with Alzheimer’s he could correctly call a play. Hank was a high school star in his hometown of Knoxville, where his team once stood four other teams in succession, playing fresh teams a quarter apiece. Hank played something called “scatback,” and helped Knoxville knock off all four teams.

“Seven Touchdowns in January” is a movie of that January 1, 1948 Rose Bowl game. On the screen you can see a small but agile halfback — Hank — scooting around Southern Cal players and lofting the football to a Michigan player for one of those seven touchdowns.

This cartoon probably ran in 1947 and mentions the notable University of Michigan players, including HANK FONDE.

This cartoon probably ran in 1947 and mentions the notable University of Michigan players, including HANK FONDE.

For 10 years in the 1950s, Hank was head football coach at Ann Arbor High School, from 1949-58. In his first eight years, his team lost one game. They won two state championships. His overall record was 69 wins, six losses and four ties. Four of the losses occurred his last year, when he and his players knew he was leaving to coach at UM. From 1959-68, Hank coached at UM under Bump Elliott.  With Hank coaching defense and backs, Michigan won the Jan. 1, 1965 Rose Bowl game against Oregon State, 34-7. The two Michigan coaches in 1965 – Bump Elliott and Hank Fonde – were players on a victorious Rose Bowl team and later coached a team that won the Rose Bowl.

Back to that dockside rant in Canada. Here was this Ohio woman coming on with her nasty, Michigan-bashing comments, taunting an old man who would get lost in the middle of his sentences as he strove to find a word that eluded him.

Yet the Ohio woman wore on, making her crude remarks, getting no response from the old man in the maize and blue t-shirt.

Despite the Alzheimer’s, somehow Hank understood the gist of what the Ohio woman was saying.

As she paused for breath, Hank at last found words.

Amazingly, he put together a sentence rooted in a core memory, a recollection that even the brutal Alzheimer’s could not erase.

“I BEAT OHIO STATE!”

It was amazing to hear him utter a complete sentence, and to do it with such sternness, such authority.

The Ohio woman looked at Hank as if she finally understood that this old man was demented.

I have to admit, his comment puzzled me.

The Ohio woman went silent.

I thought about it:  “I BEAT OHIO STATE!”

What could Hank have meant?

The Ohio woman drifted away, maybe looking for her next victim, one with a green Michigan State shirt.

Several years later, I was visiting Hank’s son, my brother-in-law, Mark Fonde. Mark had one of the footballs Hank was given after games when he made crucial plays. The football is faded, worn and deflated. Hand-painted on one side, it says, “Michigan 7, Ohio 3.”

I asked Mark, “What does it mean?”

Mark said it was 1945, the last game of the season, and Michigan was, as usual, facing arch-rival Ohio State. World War II had only recently come to an end. This was a wartime team. Thirteen players, including Hank, were Navy trainees. Four were Marines. Four were discharged veterans. Michigan’s coach was the legendary Fritz Crisler, and the teams were called the “mad magicians” because it often was hard to tell exactly what they were doing when they drove for touchdowns.

HERO----Hank Fonde, 165-pound substitute right halfback, was the man of the hour yesterday as he scored Michigan's only touchdown against Ohio State...The Michigan Daily, November 25, 1945

HERO—-Hank Fonde, 165-pound substitute right halfback, was the man of the hour yesterday as he scored Michigan’s only touchdown against Ohio State…The Michigan Daily, November 25, 1945

In his book The Big One about the Michigan-Ohio State rivalry, Bill Chromartie wrote that Ohio scored a field goal for 3 points in the third quarter. The score stayed 0-3 until the last quarter. With eleven minutes remaining, Pete Elliott (Bump’s brother) threw a 25-yard pass to Hank at Ohio’s 19-yard-line. In two plays, Elliott brought the ball to the 10. Elliott was stopped on the next play. Fourth down, one yard for first down. The 85,132 fans in Michigan Stadium were on their feet. Hank crashed the Ohio line and took the ball five yards for the first down. Ohio was off sides on the next play. Penalty. The ball was on the one-yard line. Hank crashed into the end zone. The extra point was good. Final score: Michigan 7, Ohio 3.

The next day’s Michigan Daily headlined

Wolverines Beat Buckeyes, 7-3, in Finale

Fonde’s Fourth Quarter Score Decides Contest

According to Mark, Hank was knocked out during that play. He came to in the locker room, and someone handed him the ball.

Years later, I mentioned the Ohio State story to my older son, Adam. He reminded me of what granddad said to the Ohio woman.

Thanks to the Ohio woman, I understand what Hank meant when he told us, “I BEAT OHIO STATE!”

 

Drop me a line at joelthurtell(at)gmail.com

 

*Edith Fonde died in 2007; Hank Fonde died in 2009; Mark Fonde died February 28, 2015, one week before his older sister and my wife, Karen Fonde, died on March 1, 2015.

 

 

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Victoria Burton-Harris: ‘Yes, I would’

By JOEL THURTELL

I asked Democratic Wayne County prosecutor candidate Victoria Burton-Harris if she would investigate and prosecute public officials who illegally withhold records.

She replied:

Good afternoon, Joel.

Yes, I would.

This is simple and a part of my commitment to hold ALL people accountable.

Thank you.

Victoria

Here is my letter to her:

If a citizen were denied access to public records, and requested that you enforce Michigan’s 1931 Penal Code provision that government officials be prosecuted for withholding public records, and if you were Wayne County prosecutor, what would you do?”

Let me tell you how the current Wayne County prosecutor responded.

Oh, excuse me. My error. Kym Worthy did not respond to my request that she enforce the Penal Code when her fellow Democrat and Detroit Mayor Mike Duggan lied about records and refused to release them to Wayne State University students in my Spring 2015 Investigative Reporting class.

I have lived in Wayne County for 35 years. I have owned a house and paid taxes in Wayne County for that amount of time. The prosecuting attorney could not spare postage to respond to my emails and letter asking her to investigate the matter.

The students were investigating a land swap deal between the city engineered by Mayor Duggan and billionaire Ambassador Bridge owner Matty Moroun. Duggan or people in his office sought to stymie the reporters. My hope was that Prosecutor Worthy would make sure the mayor followed the law by disclosing the description of the deal.

The document was leaked by a city council member to the students. But that is not how it is supposed to work.

So I ask: If you become Wayne County prosecutor, would you stand up to Mayor Duggan or other public officials if they illegally refused to disclose public records? Would you, if need be, investigate and yes, even prosecute Mayor Duggan or other officials for denying citizens their rightful access to public information?

Thank you for your attention.

Yours truly,

Joel Thurtell

 

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Letter to Wayne County’s next prosecuting attorney (I hope!)

To Victoria Burton-Harris, greetings:

If a citizen were denied access to public records and requested that you enforce Michigan’s 1931 Penal Code provision that government officials be prosecuted for withholding public records, and if you were Wayne County prosecutor, what would you do?

Let me tell you how the current Wayne County prosecutor responded.

Oh, excuse me. My error. Kym Worthy did not respond to my request that she enforce the Penal Code when her fellow Democrat and Detroit Mayor Mike Duggan lied about records and refused to release them to Wayne State University students in my Spring 2015 Investigative Reporting class.

I have lived in Wayne County for 35 years. I have owned a house and paid taxes in Wayne County for that amount of time. The prosecuting attorney could not spare postage to respond to my emails and letter asking her to investigate the matter.

The students were investigating a land swap deal between the city engineered by Mayor Duggan and billionaire Ambassador Bridge owner Matty Moroun. Duggan or people in his office sought to stymie the reporters. My hope was that Prosecutor Worthy would make sure the mayor followed the law by disclosing the description of the deal.

The document was leaked by a city council member to the students. But that is not how it is supposed to work.

So I ask: If you become Wayne County prosecutor, would you stand up to Mayor Duggan or other public officials if they illegally refused to disclose public records?Would you, if need be, investigate and yes, even prosecute Mayor Duggan or other officials for denying citizens their rightful access to public information?

Thank you for your attention.

Yours truly,

Joel Thurtell

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CASS COUNTY ‘JUSTICE’

BY JOEL THURTELL

Police unions are taking the rap for defending lawbreaking cops.

Police chiefs argue that they are powerless to fire bad cops.

There was a time when top cops openly made the case for protecting bad police officers.

For my recent class on investigative reporting at Wayne State University, I assigned students to read an op-ed column I wrote for the South Bend Tribune in 1981.

Thirty-seven years ago, a black police chief and a white sheriff agreed that laws should be waived for lawbreaking cops. Both made the case aggressively and without apology of any kind.

However, we would never haveknown about the drunk Berrien County sheriff’s captain racing along a Cass County street blazing away with his pistol had not South Bend Tribune reporter Lyle Sumerix picked up police chatter on a police scanner. Lyle called me. I checked with the Case sheriff. No press release. But the sheriff admitted the incident happened.

Our Zoom class discussion was based on this reading: 

Equal justice under law doesn’t apply to police in Cass County SBT by JT 12-29-1981-1-1

Our discussion focused on these questions:

Why did this item run opposite the editorial page of the South Bend Tribune. Why was it not a news story?

How does this “Michigan Point of View” piece differ from a news report?

Could this story have been published as a news story?

What changes would it need to be a news story?

The original police incidents took place October 31 and November 9, in 1981. Can you speculate why it took nearly two months for this story to appear?

Did the sheriff issue a press release about the Berrien cop’s offenses?

How did reporters learn about the Berrien County officer’s offense?

How did reporters learn about the charges against the Cass County men?

Would the public ever have learned about the Berrien officer’s shooting spree from Cass County police?

Were the alleged offenses similar?

What is the police privilege claimed by the Cass County sheriff and Cassopolis police chief?

Is there a legal basis for the police privilege?

Would a regular news report compare cases in the way that this article does?

The Tribune op-ed makes two comparisons:

1) It compares police treatment of the Berrien deputy with the way police treated two non-police citizens arrested for similar firearms offenses.

2) It compares police treatment of a South Bend police officer’s one-car crash with the unequal treatment of the Berrien deputy.

Does the second Cass County case of unequal treatment of police reinforce the writer’s assertion that “equality is absent in Cass County”?

Is that a correct statement?

How might a reporter or other researcher reinforce that assertion?

What additional information would be needed to make such a generalization immune to rebuttal?

 

 

 

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THE 1977 POLICE KILLING OF MCELDON TISDEL

BY JOEL THURTELL

She might as well have shot him herself. 

The cops did the job for her.

The victim was 28-year-old McEldon Tisdel, a black man  living with his family in a nearly all-white village in southwestern Michigan.

Through a closed door on July 29, 1977, an apartment manager heard what she  claimed was a shotgun being pumped. That’s what she told three Berrien Springs-Oronoko Township cops. Two cops backed by a third fired eight bullets into Tisdel where he sat in a chair in his apartment. The cops kicked his family out of the apartment and, according to the Tisdel family’s attorney, held off calling for an ambulance while they arranged “evidence.”

The Berrien County prosecutor ruled it “justifiable homicide.”

I found my file on the Tisdel case last year as I was preparing to teach a Wayne State University class on investigative reporting. For the class, I was preparing a workbook containing exercises that would help students practice at investigative reporting. I wanted them to understand that investigative journalism requires forms of questioning that may challenge conventional thinking. I believe that unconventional questioning requires a unique state of mind that can’t be acquired by studying standard textbooks on reporting and writing news.

I wanted to encourage students to seek questions first, then apply their brains to finding answers. My workbook has a uniform format for presenting a journalistic challenge. First, there is an introductory section such as the one you are now reading. The intro is followed by a reprint of a news article. After the article, I pose a series of questions about its contents and reportorial method.

When I learned of the 2020 police murder of George Floyd, I thought of the 1977 killing of McEldon Tisdel. George Floyd’s death by police was still fresh news as we met the course over Zoom. Two of my students were demonstrating against police brutality in the streets of Detroit. 

I learned about the Tisdel killing when Berrien Springs Village Council members discussed the Tisdel family’s federal lawsuit against the three cops, the apartment manager, and the village and township in a village council meeting. Tisdel’s family wanted $7 million to compensate them for what they claimed was McEldon Tisdel’s wrongful death.

I sent my stories to the South Bend Tribune. They also ran in the weekly Berrien Springs Journal Era. For my WSU students, I presented both sets of stories. You can see them here:

TISDEL POLICE SHOOTING JE SBT 5-27-2020

This is what I told my students over Zoom:

This 43-year-old news story might still contain potential as an investigative report.

The advent of cellphone cameras has made it apparent to the general public that many police shootings are unjustified.

Before cellphones, it was much harder for victims or witnesses to be believed.

Sometimes the facts of a case were so outrageous and unfair that you would think justice would be inevitable. For instance,it is not illegal for a man to rack a shotgun while sitting in a chair in his own apartment.

 

In 1983, the case was settled. The amount of the settlement with the Tisdel family was suppressed. However, two insurance companies sued the two governments, claiming they were not obligated to cover the damages.

While reporting the story for the Berrien Springs Journal Era and South Bend Tribune, I went to the Berrien Springs village office. I needed some official comment. Several village officials were there, including the village president. I said, “Why did the police shoot a man who was sitting in a chair in his own apartment?” There was silence. After a few seconds, Village Clerk Harold Wagner replied. “I’ll tell you why they shot him. They shot him because he was a nigger.”

Do you see differences in the Journal Era and Tribune articles? Does one paper provide more information than the other? There was one author — me. Consider this an experiment. A writer submits the same story (a constant) to two different newspapers. The resulting print versions of the story are the variables. Do the variables differ? Does one published account contain more detail than the other? Is there a pattern to the kind of information appearing in one article and omitted in the other?

Can you relate the differing treatments experienced by this same news story to the argument of Theodore L. Glasser in “Objectivity and News Bias” [see note below] that journalists see themselves as conductors of “facts” filtered through officials?  Note that the source for allegations against the police is an attorney who is not a government official. Might some journalists give less credence to his statements than to comments from an official? Consider that there was no risk in publishing the lawyer’s words — his remarks paralleled his written argument in a federal lawsuit and are exempt from a libel action.

Why does the first Journal Era story on July 16, 1980 refer to the South Bend Tribune for information about the 1977 shooting? Could it be that the Journal Era in 1977 failed to cover a homicide in its own town? How would we find out if the JE covered the story?

How would we build a factual timeline for the case?

Who were the shooters?

What is a “plaintiff”? Who were the plaintiffs in the lawsuit?

Who was plaintiffs’ attorney?

What is a “defendant”? Who were the defendants?

Who is the defendants’ attorney?

Where was the lawsuit filed?

Who was the judge?

Why were two insurance companies involved?

Who was covered and not covered by insurance?

What is an “intentional tort”?

What is a “willful civil wrong”?

Why did one of the insurance companies decline to cover officers?

Why wouldn’t insurance cover more than $300,000 in damages?

What are “punitive damages”?

What does it mean to “settle” a lawsuit?

What does it mean to “suppress” a settlement?

How could we find out how much the case was settled for?

The US District Court case number is K80-440. How would one get access to the case file?

It would be good to have the case file for building our special  knowledge of the circumstances, and for finding names of potential sources.

The amount of the settlement was suppressed. How might we find out that amount?

Would it be worthwhile to check news reports to see if there is mention of an amount?

Ask plaintiffs?

Ask the insurance companies?

Ask the attorneys?

If the two local governments paid money out for the settlement, they would have withdrawn money from public accounts. Could we ask to see those records? Could we look at minutes of village council and township board meetings?

[The Michigan Constitution says government financial records must be disclosed upon request. The Michigan Penal Code requires that  government documents be disclosed upon request during normal business hours. Otherwise, the record-keepers could be jailed or fined.]

Possibly one or both governments assessed a special property tax levy to pay the settlement. Where would tax information be located?

I left the Journal Era in February, 1981. The case was settled two years later.

Would it be worth pursuing a 43-year-old murder case at. this time?

Would it be worthwhile to report on a civil case where the family of a black man killed by police forced those responsible to compensate them for the loss of their son’s life?

Might a story in 2020 encourage other victims’ relatives to pursue killer-cops in the courts?

Do you think Berrien Springs Clerk Harold Wagner was being a racist when he said, “they shot him because he was a nigger?”

Are there different ways to interpret Clerk Wagner’s comment? Is it possible that he used a racially-laden term to make a point? What might such a point be?

Reference

Theodore L. Glasser, “Objectivity and News Bias,” in Elliot D. Cohen, Ed., Philosophical Issues in Journalism (Oxford University Press, 1992), 176-185.

 

 

 

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Canton ham to celebrate 97th in Arkansas

Hank Kress, K8KBW

Hank Kress, K8KBW

BY JOEL THURTELL

One of the last articles I wrote before I retired November 30, 2007 from the Detroit Free Press featured my ham radio operator friend Hank Kress, whose FCC-issued callsign is K8KBW. We were neighbors — he lived in Canton Township, and I live in next door Plymouth Township. We also shared an interest in antique radios, though I don’t think either of us thought of  radios from the 1940s through 1960s as antiques. If they’re antiques, what does that make us?

Well, in Hank’s case, it will make him 97 years old on May 11. I will have turned 75 a few days earlier on the Cinco de Maio.

I used to visit Hank and his ham radio station and workshop in the basement of his house. He was a meticulous builder of radio transmitters. When the Free Press assigned me to write features about people from the western suburbs of Detroit, I thought of Hank. It would be a different kind of feature. I’m one of the few newspaper reporters who has a ham radio license. I’ve been licensed since June 29, 1959, which means I’ve been doing this hobby for more than 60 years.

I lost track of Hank. I wondered whether he was still hamming in the basement of his Canton house. I got the answer yesterday when I read an email from a ham radio friend in northwest Arkansas. Ron Evans, K5XK, wrote that Hank has moved to Arkansas and is a member of the Bella Vista Area Radio Club. Hank is the oldest member of the club, which plans a special birthday salute to him.

With permission of the Detroit Free Press, here is my October 14, 2007 article about Hank Kress.

WHAT’S CANTON HAM BREWING?

By Joel Thurtell, Free Press Staff Writer

They don’t make them like my friend Hank makes them.

Hank Kress of Canton Township is an old-time ham radio operator who’s never been pleased with factory-made transmitters. He’s a practitioner of the slowly disappearing art of creating his own radios. There was a time, back in the early to mid-20th Century, when this would not have been unusual, when most hams built their own radios.

Now, however, state-of-the-art circuits call for manufacturing skills, techniques and parts that few amateurs have. But in the basement “factory” at his Canton house, Hank has designed and is now building his latest creation. It’s a linear amplifier – a kind of transmitter that boosts a low-level radio signal into one that can be measured in hundreds of watts of electromagnetic energy that may travel literally around the world.

Hank called me a few weeks ago urging that I write about a friend of his who’s an artist. The last time I visited Hank’s basement workshop, he was building a compact linear amplifier, and I was amazed at how thoroughly he’d planned this thing.

Hank and I are both hams. Hank was licensed by the Federal Communications Commission as a radio amateur in 1959. Me too. His call sign is K8KBW. Mine is K8PSV. Phonetically, he’s “Kilowatt Eight Kentucky Bourbon Whiskey.” I’m “Kilowatt Eight Pure Smirnoff Vodka.”

We both admire old radio technology. Furthermore, like Hank, I learned as a kid the basics of how to home-brew radios. I have just enough experience to know when I’m in the company of somebody with real talent.

“Yes, Hank,” I said, “I’ll do a story about an artist: You.”

“Don’t put my age in there,” Hank told me. “A lot of people around here don’t know how old I am.” Then he said with a laugh, “They can figure it out anyway; they can do the arithmetic.”

The way he bounds up and down his basement staircase you’d think he was a 30-year-old.

“I built my first one-tube radio when I was 12,” he told me. “A friend of my mom was a ham and he helped me. That was in 1935. When I was 18 years old, I was doing radio service work for Universal Radio in Detroit. That was in 1941. I was going to high school and after school I was doing radio work, fixing household radios.”

Hank graduated from Hamtramck High School that year. He was turned down for military service in World War II because he’s color-blind. Instead of the Army, he joined a band.

“I started taking piano lessons when I was 10, then I took organ. My teacher took advantage of me.” His instructor was the organist at St. Florian Catholic church in Hamtramck. “He taught me organ, then he said, ëWhy don’t you play for the service at 7 in the morning?’ So I played and he slept. I loved it.”

The phone rings in his basement workshop. It’s from St. Hyacinth in Detroit. They’ve got him booked to play the organ for two weddings on the weekend and may need him to play for a funeral.

They like to use him, he said, because: “I’m always available.” He was at one time the organist at St. Francis Cabrini church in Allen Park.

In the 1940s, Hank traveled weekends with a band, fixing radios during the week. In 1948, he opened a radio repair shop in Detroit at Michigan Ave. and Springwells. “TV came in and Motorola allocated me one TV with a 7-inch screen and rabbit ears. I would take that set home and we would sit on a sofa and watch a test pattern – that’s all that was on.”

By the 1950s, he was competing against a shop that advertised $5 fixes for bum TVs. “I couldn’t compete with that.”

He closed Kress Radio and opened a store at Michigan Ave. and Junction selling surplus clothing. He carried fishing gear. “They said, ëHow come you don’t have outboard motors?’ I got outboard motors. Then they said, ëHow come you don’t have boats?’ I got boats.”

When he started fixing motors, city inspectors said he was too close to homes.

So he moved to Allen Park and ran Kress Marine on Southfield at Allen Road in the ’50s and ’60s. He lived in Allen Park from 1955 until 1980. He closed the boat shop in the 1960s, about the time he got a private pilot’s license. He still collects rent from Boston Market, which built a restaurant on the old Kress Marine lot in Allen Park.

From 1980 until 1990, he managed the avionics repair shop for Chrysler Pentastar, Chrysler’s corporate airline then based at Willow Run Airport. He moved to Canton in 1980 to be closer to Willow Run.

He had to retire from Chrysler in 1990 when he turned 65. He sold his airplane that year, too.

He kept his radios, and now, more than ever, he’s busy with them. “This is a great hobby for a retiree,” he said. “You talk to people all over instead of sitting upstairs watching TV.”

He builds, exclusively, devices called linear amplifiers – a fancy way of saying that the equipment translates low-power signals from a transmitter to high-wattage signals he broadcasts through his antenna.

Hank builds his amplifiers from combinations of plans he finds in manuals and magazines. He uses parts he gleans from other radios, including military radios from World War II. They are as good as and probably better than anything he could buy ready-made.

On his desk, fully operational, is the compact amplifier I saw in the building stages several years ago. Not far away is an amplifier so big it’s housed in a tall cabinet that reaches nearly to waist level.

His current project is a compressed version of that big amp. He’s building it in modules, assembling it a piece at a time. It’s a work of art, from a craftsman whose first work was that one-tube receiver he built 72 years ago.

“After that, I added a tube to it and made it a two-tube set,” Hanks says. “Little by little, you learn by building. In the early days, building was almost a necessity. Now they buy it in a box, take it out and put it on the air.

“You tell them you built it and they get interested. Why don’t people home-brew? Parts are difficult to get. And when I get done with that thing, it will cost me more than I could buy it on eBay.”

If it’s not a money-saver, why do it?

“When I work contacts, I can say the amplifier is home brew, and that makes me feel good.”

 

 

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THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL — underground at the Free Press

BY JOEL THURTELL

Thirty years ago, journalists at Detroit’s two daily newspapers were just waking up to the realities of the merger of their operations into one operation aimed at making a fortune for owners Knight-Ridder and Gannett.

No, no, no! How cynical! It was all about the poor, downtrodden Detroit Free Press writhing in its deadly downward spiral of subscription and advertising losses.

Well, if you believe that, I’ve got a cure for the corona virus I’d like to sell you.

The best discussion of that fabricated history is former Detroit News reporter Brian Gruley’s brilliant Paper Losses: A Modern Epic of Greed and Betrayal at America’s Two Largest Newspaper Companies (Grove Press, New York, 1993).

If you can stomach it, Richard McCord details the vicious war waged by newspaper giant Gannett against one one newspaper in The Chain Gang: One Newspaper versus the Gannett Empire (University of Missouri Press, Columbia and London, 1996). 

But I didn’t call this meeting to puff a pair of books, seminal as each of these volumes is to understanding the media world in Detroit.

No, indeed. My purpose for bringing us together was to reminisce about a minor insurrection that a handful of us Detroit Free Press newsies undertook during that gruesome time when the merger of these two once big daily newspapers was taking place.

It was not a happy time to be a journalist at either paper. No end of sucking up to governments and politicians went on during the late 1980’s as the two media giants tried to persuade the US Justice Department to approve a union of two businesses that normally would have been forbidden by anti-trust laws.

For a few months, episodically, we published issues of our clandestine newsletter that we called “The Downward Spiral” in parody of Knight-Ridder’s flagrantly phony claim that the Free press was a “failing newspaper.” An Administrative law judge didn’t buy the ruse. Eventually, he was over-ruled, but not before Fee Press editorial page Editor Joe Stroud censored three of the paper’s cartoons for fear they would offend then US Attorney General Edwin Meese.

In the runup to the merger, the Free Press concocted what it hoped would be a Pulitzer Prize-winning set of stories that chronicled, supposedly, a weekend look at the crack cocaine scene in Detroit. It was fiction. A better title would have been “Nine Months of Prepping for 24 hours of crack.” A reporter and a photographer wound up hung out to dry for lying to the same editors who lied to readers about their cooked-up, botched-up project. The first edition of The Downward Spiral on November 20, 1989 exposed the paper’s charlatanry in an essay written by yours truly called “Nightmarish Quest.” THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL # 1 11-20-1989

The second issue of The Downward Spiral on November 26, 1989 featured a story by business writer Bernie Shellum that was censored by the Free Press. Hard to figure out why. Its lead stated:

Worsening business conditions are sending shivers through the newspaper industry, but Wall Street analysts still forecast a speedy recovery and robust profits from the partial merger of the financially ailing Free Press and Detroit News. THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL # 2 11-26-1989

The papers didn’t want to make a big deal of how much money the expected to make, because they needed to poor mouth the labor unions in contract talks. It was indeed prophesied that Gannett and Knight-Ridder would share $100 million a year in profits from the Joint Operating Agreement that combined their two Detroit papers.

The third issue of The Downward Spiral on December 4, 1989 featured a front page editorial by then Free press copy editor Mike Betzold entitled “We Have Met the Enemy…Us.” Beztold argued that neither newspaper management, union leaders, union negotiators nor the economy were to blame for what he considered a bad contract between the papers and unions. “We have to grow up, sober up and get to work on building a much stronger union,” wrote Betzold. THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL # 3 12-4-1989

The fourth issue of The Downward Spiral on December 15, 1989 had two lead editorials on its front page. The headline was directed at Knight-Ridder CEO Alvah Chapman — “Yes, Alvah, There Is A Santa — Overtime! Downward Spiral Says ‘Give Yourself A Well-Deserved Raise’ ” It urged union members to make the best of “a contract unworthy of the proud, hardworking and loyal work force” at both papers. It noted that managers took part in a Management By Objective program that awarded them bonuses based on how close they came to achieving goals they set for themselves early in the year. No such bonuses went to non-management staff, but Newspaper Guild members are urged to claim pay for overtime.

“Remember what E.T., the extra-terrestrial once said:

“O.T. Phone Home.”

A companion editorial written by me was headlined “THE ETHICAL DILEMMA: DO I OR DON’T I?” and noted that the newspaper merger got off to an ugly start for the Free Press with the News exposing an unsavory deal cut by Free Press editors eager for a quick hit in an ongoing story where the News was eating the DFP’s lunch. It was the scandal du jour of Detroit Police Chief William Hart’s embezzlement of city money. The News revealed Free Press bosses were so eager for a scoop that they guaranteed their sources in a contract that said the newspaper would cover their court costs if the sources were sued for leaking documents to the Freep. Offered the same deal first, the News smelled farts and turned it down.

The story was more amazing to staffers than to the public, because, as The Downward Spiral noted, “Hadn’t (Free Press) Executive Editor Heath Meriwether and Free Press attorney Herschel Fink lectured the staff last spring on the evils of signing contracts with sources which could financially obligate the paper? The meeting was called, it seems, because a veteran Free Press reporter acting alone, had guaranteed in writing not to reveal a source’s name in the newspaper. Editors were very displeased.”

“Ethical Dilemma” also called ironically for the Free Press to delete “the section on paying for news in the Freep’s 1984 ethical guidelines” after another staff meeting when “Executive Editor Meriwether was asked why sports columnist Mitch Albom was allowed to have a business relationship with a source he continues to cover. Seems Albom and University of Michigan football coach Bo Schembechler co-authored a biography of Bo, and the columnist hasn’t stopped writing adulatory Freep stories about his partner.”

What did e mean by “adulatory”? The Spiral defined the word by noting that a December 14, 1989 front page column by Albom gushed about his business partner Schembechler’s retirement:  “There goes a legend…What will Michigan be without Bo?…Here walks the ultimate coach… And the feeling is like losing an old friend…There goes a legend.”  THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL # 4 12-15-1989

Planning for the fifth issue of The Downward Spiral sparked controversy among the Spiral staff. We had acquired an actual MBO — Management By Objective — letter from early in the year 1989. After crafting his summary of yearly goals, an editor had carelessly left the document where a non-management staff person discovered it. The staffer diligently passed the letter to members of The Downward Spiral staff. The fact of the leak was itself leaked by a loose-lipped Spiral staffer to a manager over  lunch.

Management began damage control by putting out the false report that the MBO program had been ended. But there were independent proofs of the MBO system, including an explanatory “Friendly Fast Facts” note by Feee Press publisher David Lawrence helpfully explaining how MBO works. A hot argument over whether the letter should be printed in the Spiral ended with the decision to run it without either the name of the manager-author or his boss.

The letter was significant, because it acknowledged without using the term that the Free Press was redlining. It was favoring news about the white suburbs over news from demographically poorer areas such as Detroit. The letter said, “Let’s make sure we’re covering the issues that mat her to people as part of our goal of becoming essential, especially in the suburbs. (Italics added by manager)

The Management By Objective letter also verified that the Free Press had a racial quota system. The manager wrote under 5. Staff Diversity, Multi-Culturalism, Pluralism a) Increase the number of black and female…reporters and editors, through both hiring and training; at least 25 percent will be minority. (5 of 10 points)” THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL # 5 2-5-1990

That last Spiral is my favorite, first because it verified redlining and discrimination in hiring, and second, because it published the debut of a comic strip I wrote called “ALBIE and the  PIRATES.”

That was a the beginning of my comic book writing career. Unbeknownst to me, the fifth was the last issue of the Spiral, so that was the end of my comic book career.

The Downward Spiral did not escape notice of the media. Former Free Press reporter Deborah Kaplan was by late 1989 editor of Detroit’s alternative newspaper, Metro Times. Kaplan wrote an editorial about the Feree Press and its ethics problems. CUTTING SPECIAL DEALS WITH SOURCES by Deborah Kaplan METRO TIMES Dwc. 13-19, 1989

Metro Times writer Roseanne Less wrote a feature article about The Downward Spiral. ONE STORY YOU WILL NEVER READ IN THE FREE PRESS by Roseanne Less METRO TIMES Dec. 13-19, 1989

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Lowell Kelly, UM, ham radio, and Peace Corps

BY JOEL THURTELL

Thirty-five years ago, I met a retired University of Michigan psychology professor who was in charge of admitting volunteers to the newly-formed Peace Corps in the early 1960’s. And a former Peace Corps volunteer (Togo, West Africa), I was interested in meeting Kelly. He agreed to an interview, even though he hated interviews.

John Palmisano is historian at the UM Amateur Radio Club. He discovered that Kelly and his wife Lillian were ham radio operators. He asked if I would make my Free Press stories about Lowell Kelly available. Full disclosure: I am a ham radio operator and member of UMARC. With permission of the Detroit Free Press, here  are my two 1985 stories about Lowell Kelly:

Edition: STATE EDITION

Publication: DETROIT FREE PRESS

Date: 10-07-1985

Headline: JFK’S PEACE CORPS STILL ON THE JOB AT 25

Byline: JOEL THURTELL, FREE PRESS STAFF WRITER

Text: ANN ARBOR — Lowell Kelly was at the University of Michigan Oct. 14, 1960,

when presidential candidate John F. Kennedy promised to form what is now known as  the Peace Corps.

Kennedy’s plane was late, recalls Kelly,  who then was chairman of the University of Michigan psychology department. “He arrived at two o’clock in the morning, and it was pouring down rain.”

Kelly didn’t know it at the time, but he was soon to become part of the new federal agency as its first director of volunteer selections.

The 25th anniversary celebration of the Peace  Corps, created in 1961 by the newly elected Kennedy, will be kicked off today and Tuesday on the steps of the Michigan Union, where Kennedy made his speech.

A QUARTER a century after its birth  the Peace Corps still sends volunteers to underdeveloped countries, often in remote villages, to teach and to  help with agricultural or other projects.

Kelly, 79, says  that more specialists  are being attracted to the Peace Corps now than in his era.  Patrick Pietrzak, who holds the post Kelly once held, agrees.

“There is still room for the generalist in the Peace Corps, but about half of what we put in in a given year is the scarcer skills — secondary education math and science teachers, special ed teachers, foresters and skilled trades,” he said.

“The Peace Corps is not just  strictly altruism,” Pietrzak said.

But Scott Munzel, a U-M law student who was a Peace Corps agricultural extension agent in Ecuador from 1981 to 1983, thinks the old attitude of idealism is still  prevalent among volunteers.

“THE STEREOTYPE of the early volunteer was somebody charging off to change the world,” Munzel said. Current volunteers are “trying to do the same thing.”

Munzel thinks  a volunteer today must still be innovative and adaptable. A member of the U-M Marching Band before he joined the Peace Corps, Munzel, 26, played his saxophone to break the ice with people in the Andes  Mountains village of Espinel, population 500, where he was stationed.

For Munzel, being truly effective meant  forgetting  his own ideas about what could be accomplished and how much time a project  should take.

When the locals were slow in ordering a truck to deliver concrete lids for Munzel’s village latrine project, Munzel knew he could rent a truck and finish the project himself. “But that competes with having local people learn to do it,” he said.

THE EXPERIENCES of Jon Heise, who was among the first volunteers chosen by Kelly to be a Peace Corps teacher, are much the same —  even though he volunteered 23 years ago.

Munzel, who is now director of the U-M International Center, was 22 in 1962 when he was sent to teach in Harar, Ethiopia, a town of about 20,000 in an isolated  mountainous region.

“We were the first white people they had even seen,” he said.

The ideal skin color to the Ethopians  was a coffee-with- cream color, and white skin  “was clearly unflattering,”  he said.

To Heise, the fact that black Africans had prejudices about skin color “was very surprising — I didn’t expect it.”

Slowly, Heise began to notice changes in his own attitudes.

THE ETHIOPIAN standard of living was low and Heise was learning “how little was necessary for a happy and satisfying life.”

In Harar, Heise’s house was “a mix of cement, mud, animal dung, plaster, sticks and straw.” The roof was corrugated zinc.

During the rainy season, water came from a public faucet. During the dry season, Heise bought water from vendors whose donkeys carried five-gallon jerry cans from house to house.

Ethiopians, he said, “Could do with very little, and did. The quality of their life did not deteriorate” because they lacked consumer goods. “It may have been enriched.  You don’t need a refrigerator to be happy,” he said.

Keywords: PEACE CORPS

Edition: METRO FINAL

Publication: DETROIT FREE PRESS

Date: 11-21-1985

Headline: AN ENEMY OF INTERVIEWS

Byline: JOEL THURTELL, FREE PRESS STAFF WRITER

Text: Lowell Kelly has been dead set against personal interviews ever since the 1930s.

The problem: Kelly, then studying in Germany, couldn’t come for the all-important job interview at an East Coast university.

In the view of the former chairman of the University of Michigan psychology department and a past president of the American Psychological Association,there’s only one time when a face-to-face  meeting is important.

When you’re choosing a marriage partner.

FOR KELLY and his wife, Lillian, that’s all there was: One meeting — person-to-person, at least.

There were plenty of meetings  before and after they first cast eyes on each other, but they were all by radio.

By 1936, Lowell Kelly had the job teaching psychology at the University of Connecticut. Lillian was living in Haiti,  where her father was engineering roads for the United Fruit Co.

Every morning while he was having coffee, Kelly would chat with several other amateur radio operators. “Lillian was the other member”  of the circle.

“I didn’t know anything about her, except that she was born in Jamaica and had an unbelievably broad British accent.”

On a trip to the United States, she visited briefly with him. Kelly said, “I thought she was very pleasant, but it never occurred to me that we would ever marry.”

Afterward, their on-the-air conversations became more intimate. To reduce eavesdropping, they  began talking in high- speed Morse code.

One day, in code, he asked the big question.

And in Morse her answer came back: “Yes.”

Then her father came into the radio room. “So I popped the question  to the old man,” also an experienced radio operator.

“It was the first time I ever heard his ‘fist’ tremble” at the telegraph key: ” ‘We give you our blessing.’ ”

AT 80, Kelly is retired, a resident  of the Glacier Hills senior apartments at Ann Arbor. His latest project is a critique of the medical profession from a personal point of view.

Born Nov. 15, 1905, Kelly was reared on a farm in northern Indiana. Despite his practical background, he earned a doctorate in experimental psychology at    Stanford University.

But the commitment to pure science didn’t last. Often, practical problems in his  personal life arose, and he tried to relate them to broader social issues.

FIFTY YEARS AGO, when the dean of the University of Connecticut wrote to him in Germany to say his credentials were fine,  but “never has the university hired anyone without a face-to-face interview,” Kelly began to wonder how his own experience related to society’s penchant for conducting interviews.

Kelly talked the  dean into hiring him by letter and now delights in telling the fate of the university’s one other psychology professor.

Unlike Kelly, the senior psychologist was hired after the hallowed job interview, only to be sent packing after it was revealed that he had seduced a female student.

That incident prompted Kelly to do research on interviewing — “a widely

used and much trusted personnel technique.  I could find no evidence of its validity,” he said, “and some studies raised doubts about it.”

IN THE 1950S, Kelly began studying U-M medical students, all of whom were accepted only after being  interviewed by two members of the medical faculty’s admissions committee.

There were two pools of medical school applicants: Those who were qualified by undergraduate grades and aptitude test scores — and those who weren’t.

After three years on the Medical School admissions committee, Kelly said, “I resigned in disgust.

“The evidence was that interviews were contributing absolutely nothing  to the selection process.”

Kelly’s alternative? Reject the unqualified applicants and “decide the rest on the basis of a lottery.”

But Kelly said he has lost his battle against the personal interview.

The practice remains widespread and is still in use at the U-M Medical School.

KELLY WAS the first chief of selections for the Peace Corps, but his interest in selecting people scientifically was established by the 1940s, when he devised the Navy’s system for choosing pilot trainees.

A private pilot since 1935, Kelly discovered that the Army Air Corps was selecting air cadets by measuring  candidates’ physical reflexes. “I tried a completely different approach. I kept a record of those who succeeded and failed in pilot training. I had them fill out questionnaires about their likes  and dislikes. If a certain response was typical of a successful trainee, it got a plus. If it was typical of failures, it got a minus.”

This way, Kelly devised “a fairly successful biographical inventory”  for screening poor candidates out of training. HIS TEST eventually would be used throughout the Navy. But in the beginning, there was a problem. “A few of the people who scored very highly were washed  out.”

“Ham radio came to the rescue,” he said. Kelly outfitted a training plane with an amateur radio transmitter that sent conversations between instructor and student to the ground. There, Lowell  and Lillian Kelly were recording the exchanges.

“The problem was the flight instructors,” he said. “They all had learned to fly in cow pastures, taught by people who learned the same way. They didn’t know a damned thing about aerodynamics.”

A FEW Navy pilots found a way to do some testing on Kelly.

“I wanted to go through flight training, get a set of wings,” he said. But he was 37 — too  old, the Navy said.

For the author of the Navy’s instructional book on instrument flying, this posed a credibility problem. He was regarded as a professor who lacked practical experience.

The  following “test” of Kelly was repeated often:

The scene was a Montreal airfield. Kelly was seated with other passengers, including three admirals and four generals, in a B-24 Liberator, a four-engine heavy bomber. The plane took off for Washington, D.C.

“We’d just about gotten altitude,” Kelly said. “The pilot came back where I was sleeping.”

ASKED THE PILOT: “Would you mind flying this Liberator  on to Washington?”

“I’d never been in one before, but I thought, ‘at least I’ll have a

co-pilot,’ ” Kelly recalled.

But, said Kelly, “There wasn’t a co-pilot.” He was alone in the cabin with four sets of instruments and controls for four engines. Even though he had flown small planes, this was a shock.

Kelly turned to the pilot: “At least give me a minute to figure this out.”

“Oh,”  the pilot responded, “You’ll figure it out. You know how to fly on instruments.”

The pilot went back to Kelly’s seat and took a nap.

A few hours later, the B-24 with a tense Kelly at the controls  approached Washington.

“The pilot was good enough to land it,” said Kelly.

Keywords: BIOGRAPHY; LOWELL KELLY

 

 

 

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First Amendment for reporters? Gannett says ‘NOPE!”

BY JOEL THURTELL

Screams from The New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and Washington Post.

Those authoritarian Chinese booted our journalists!

But Trump expelled 60 Chinese journalists from the US.

Do foreign journalists have First Amendment rights?

Better question: do US journalists have First Amendment rights?

According to one newspaper owner,  the answer is “NO!!”

Detroit Free Press/Detroit Media Partnership (Gannett) Human Resources Director Kirstin Starkey told The Newspaper Guild in 2007:

“Please be aware that First Amendment rights are limited to public institutions. The Free Press, a private employer, is not held to this standard.

If a reporter is not protected by the First Amendment, who is?

The OWNERS!

According to Gannett, the First Amendment is the exclusive property of “private employers,” but not their employees.

So, the Detroit Free Press has First Amendment rights. Its owner, Gannett, has First Amendment rights.

The ones who don’t have First Amendment rights are the people who go out and get the news!

Look on the bright side.

American or Chinese, we are equals.

None of us has First Amendment rights.

 

 

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