New School Year — “Old School” Views

Even though a new school year has just commenced in Hillsborough County, I hadn’t planned on addressing education in this column. Not yet. The old school year, it seems, just ended.

Anyhow, some other screedable topics beckoned. Besides, writing on education around here inevitably leads this columnist to bashing FCATs, criticizing criteria for A and F schools, questioning the “gifted” label on bright kids and parodying school-choice scenarios. I needed a break from me as well.

But a funny thing happened on the way to chronicling the county commission’s “laughingstock” status and Emmy Acton’s accountability and curiously nuanced memos on “transitional issues.”

I received an invitation to participate in a media workshop at a gathering of the Safe Schools/Healthy Students Communications Institute in San Francisco. SS/HS is really a number of federally-funded programs across the country, including Florida (but not Hillsborough County), where counties and schools partner with the U.S. Departments of Education, Justice and Health and Human Services.

There’s a lot of emphasis on school-based mental health, social work, mentoring, after-school programs and the like. It’s part of the post-Columbine reaction to violent student behavior and parental cluelessness. As a result, early childhood programs aimed at promoting school readiness and preventing youth violence are bedrock elements.

I was to offer insights to federal grantees about getting their word out to the public. The more awareness, the more support. Call it “No Media Opportunity Left Behind.”

And I did, and the participants seemed satisfied about tips on “human interest” hooks, media “targeting,” “Op-Ed”-page opportunities and collateral support and press-release quotes from prominent officials — especially during an election year. No one doesn’t want to be on the side of safe schools, whatever the details.

But then I wandered off the bureaucratic reservation. I had a captive audience of folks trying to do good things for kids at risk. But I really felt that any federal grant help was necessarily limited — if not compromised — by certain elements of the educational culture, if you will. So I added a postscript comprised of last-minute thoughts I had jotted down on the Denver-to-San Francisco leg of the flight from Tampa. I got the distinct impression such things weren’t typically said where the educational and governmental sets gathered.

Moreover, two days later, back in Tampa, I repeated the refrain as part of a breakfast address to the Rotary Club of Tampa Bay. Even more heads nodded assent this time. A few requests were made for a copy. Here it is.

*A serious dress code should be mandatory. It’s all about a uniform environment for learning — not about increasing polarization and distractions. Students are to dress for school — not an MTV or BET casting call.

*Adults are in charge and need to act like it. Everybody else is a kid. Columbine was a massive dereliction of duty by all the front-line adults, including parents.

*School officials must listen to students and parents and solicit their input. But they don’t have to grant veto power. Siring children doesn’t make one an expert on anything else.

*Be realistic about the popular culture. We have to live with it, even accommodate it. But we don’t have to surrender to it.

*Close open campuses. Even for “good kids” in “good schools.” Help them stay that way. As a teacher, I always knew when my students were coming from PE class or lunch. I certainly didn’t want them coming directly from the mall or a house where no parent was home, which is most homes these days.

*Don’t adopt zero tolerance policies for anything — whether weapons, bullying or drugs. It inevitably leads to zero tolerance for flexibility and common sense. Sure enough, the honor student with the nail file in her open purse in her car is the first one expelled. Followed by the advanced-placement student with a Christmas present of wine for his French teacher. He was trying to brown-nose — not sneak a buzz.

*Schools shouldn’t be in the business of promoting and promulgating a self-esteem curriculum. Self-esteem is a byproduct of accomplishment. Of having learned something. And having proven it.

*And let me add one more. The concept of “student athlete” is probably oxymoronic beyond redemption at the collegiate level. Specifically, bottom line-directed, major school basketball and football where — at the very least — the best players are mostly mercenaries prepping for the pros. But the insidious roots of this sham are, too often, in middle school.

That’s where the double standard for athletes starts manifesting itself. By high school the entitlement attitude has begun to metastasize. By college, vested interests look the other way so as not to turn off the pipeline of blue-chip prospects with cow-chip values. The sources: fawning adults, whether enabling teachers, accommodating administrators or stargazing coaches.

There’s also the deportment department, largely the coaches’ province.

Granted, it’s not easy when “trash talking” is condoned and rationalized as a colorful sign of confidence, gamesmanship and enthusiasm by the professionals. Lamentably, such boorish behavior is now a marketing staple with the NFL and the NBA. But in our schools, at least, let’s call it what it is: arrogant and classless.

The dysfunctional-culture genie is not about to be rebottled by the NFL and the NBA. Indeed, it’s celebrated. Ditto for the marquee college programs.

But we don’t have to give up in our middle and high schools, however formidable the challenge, however tempting the win-at-all-cost ethic.

Bucs Complacent? Don’t Bet On It

Jon Gruden isn’t exactly motivation-challenged as he gets the Bucs ready to do what few Super Bowl champions have done — repeat. If the Bucs don’t do it, it will be because of parity and luck — not complacency. This season’s mantra is “Turn the page,” as in put last year behind you and do it again.

But if Gruden is looking for more fodder to underscore the anti-complacency theme, he need look no further than the USA Today sports page. USA Today oddsmaker Danny Sheridan has already installed the Philadelphia Eagles as 3 1/2-point favorites over the Bucs in the Sept. 8 season opener in Philly.

So much for the Bucs’ 27-10 butt-whipping of the Eagles in Philly in last season’s NFC championship game. So much for the Bucs, with the league’s best defense, being better in year two of the Gruden offensive system, and the Eagles arguably less formidable with a couple of key defections through free agency.

So much for respect.

And complacency.

And Danny Sheridan.

“Wet-Feet, Dry-Feet, Cold-Feet” Cuban Policy

We already knew that blood runs thicker than water. Now add a corollary, thanks to the Brothers Bush. Pandering runs thicker than blood. At least on the politically volatile subject of Cuba.

Gov. Jeb Bush has criticized the repatriation of 12 Cubans accused of hijacking a Cuban research vessel to get to Florida. Their return, however lamentable despite Cuban assurances of non-execution, was in keeping with the U.S. government’s controversial “wet-foot, dry-foot” policy adopted in the mid-’90s. In effect, Jeb Bush has taken very public issue with a policy that his brother’s administration is sworn to uphold.

“The policy that we have with Cuba should be put under review given the (repressive) circumstances in Cuba today,” said the governor in his finest Cuban-exile boilerplate.

In breaking with President Bush over Cuban “policy,” it’s too bad Gov. Bush wasn’t alluding to the counterproductive, mean-spirited, 40-something trade embargo and travel ban. That would have shown real guts and true compassion — as well as foreign policy common sense.

Instead, he shows all-too-familiar cold feet about meaningful change in Cuban policy.

Paul Wilborn: A Vision But Not A View

Paul Wilborn’s formal title doesn’t tell you much — although it hints at bureaucratic square peg, if not outright oxymoron. He is the city’s “creative industries manager,” a new position for a new administration trying to make the biggest splash possible with a new cultural arts district planned for downtown.

A lot of folks have shortened that appellation to “arts czar.” Hardly, retorts Wilborn.

“That’s sort of a joke,” he says. “I’ve certainly never called myself that. I’m not running a big department. I don’t give arts money away. I diffuse power.”

One more indication — his decidedly un-czar digs. Right now he’s housed in a view-less cubicle on the seventh floor of city hall.

The Tampa native, who recently relocated from Los Angeles to take this $90,000-a-year position, will be a champion of — and expediter for — the arts. He’s a musician, playwright and — until about six weeks ago — journalist, who has returned to his roots. His city hall job will evolve and eventually define itself.

“I’m still figuring out what I need to do,” says the former Associated Press senior writer. “They want creative ideas.”

Foremost among “they” is Tampa Mayor Pam Iorio. Early returns credit her with an inspired choice in Wilborn. The affable 51 year old has plenty of friends, fans — and believers.

“I’m all for what Iorio’s doing,” notes former Wilborn colleague, Kurt Loft of the Tampa Tribune. “Paul’s a pioneer in this role. I think we’re all waiting to see how well he works it and nurtures it. The guy has a lot of talent. If anyone can, he can.”

The arts, explains Wilborn, has always been his “passion.” He was intrigued with the opportunity to do it full time.

“The clincher was that I wasn’t going to be her (Iorio’s) ‘press person,'” Wilborn adds. “But I do get to work for someone whose sincerity and intelligence I believe in. She has an incredible amount of good will — and she’s not about to squander it.”

As for pressure, Wilborn says it’s mainly a matter of “working for a woman who likes to see results. She has a great memory.”

The CIM job does come with some broad parameters, ambitious goals and a lot of leeway to make things happen.

According to the letter of agreement he signed, Wilborn’s role is officially “multi-dimensional.” He’s charged with helping “to establish Tampa as a regional cultural center, a cultural destination in itself and to create some unique characteristics to identify the city as such.” There are references to “outreach initiatives” to be undertaken and a “focus” to be maintained upon “both artists and audiences, from all ethnic, cultural and socioeconomic backgrounds

Born Again v. Porn Again

If you like a hefty side order of controversial inferences with your statistical entrée, the recent Tiger Bay Club of Tampa luncheon was the place to be. A generous helping of “crimes related to nude entertainment” fare was served up by family-values advocate/ reformed pornography addict David Caton.

To wit: In 2001, the forcible rape rate for the city of Tampa was 68.10 per 100,000 residents. By way of comparison, the figure for the Miami/Dade County metropolitan statistical area was 36.5; the West Palm Beach MSA, 42.4; the Jacksonville MSA, 35.4; and the Orlando MSA 41.50. The statewide average is 40.50. You needn’t be an anti-porn crusader to find Tampa’s numbers unsettling.

These Florida Department of Law Enforcement statistics were passed along by Caton to underpin his point that crimes related to nude entertainment correlate to the sheer number of businesses featuring totally nude women. Those numbers show Tampa, still America’s Mecca for lap dancing, topping out at 69 — as opposed to Miami, 18; West Palm Beach, 8; Jacksonville, 2; and Orlando, 0.

Ergo: syllogism.

By Caton’s calculations, the relationship of nude businesses to crimes such as forcible rape and domestic violence is causal because it can’t be coincidental. As to variables in populations and methods of data collection — incidental. And what to make of Miami’s nude beach and legions of scantily clad, hard-bodied models and actress wannabes?

Caton was formally rebutted by adult-club owner Joe Redner, who is wealthy — but not “obscenely” so — because a lot of guys like looking at come-hither, naked women. Always have. Redner had his boilerplate presentation that included references ranging from the Nixon-era commission on pornography to liberating studies out of Copenhagen.

He dismissed Caton’s case as “faith beyond reason,” adding that Caton “is looking for secular reasons for his biblical beliefs.” He said Caton believes that “sex causes anti-social behavior or else he believes that sex is anti-social behavior.

“It’s the repression of sex in our society that actually causes sex crimes,” declared Redner, who urged treatment for “obsessive-compulsive behavior” rather than redress through, say, legislation.

“Do you think my business could operate for a minute if we really caused rape, and David could prove it?” rhetorically asked Redner. And for those who like their wit with a wince, he noted that “provable sex crimes” were more the province of the Catholic Church than adult clubs.

And, no, he isn’t a de facto pimp, Redner replied to a question he’s heard before. “I’m making money off of someone else’s labor, and that’s capitalism,” he said. “My dancers make more money than most of you in this room.”

Redner speaks with the confidence, sarcasm and arrogance of one who has the U.S. Supreme Court for an ally. Through the years the Supremes have protected nudity under the immodest cloak of free speech. Case law has long allowed cities to regulate such “speech” — but not ban it. Redner, often with an attorney in tow, is to the First Amendment what the semi-automatic element of the gun lobby is to the Second Amendment.

Maybe we shouldn’t expect the founding fathers, some of whom were no Puritans, to have anticipated a Mons Venus any more than a spree killer. But here we are — still.

Only now we have the county considering a law that would ban public nudity, however defined — with major ramifications for adult clubs — looming. Caton is a prime mover in that effort. Any ordinance action, however, would be preceded by a nonbinding referendum in the 2004 election. County commissioners could then, in effect, take their cues from the voters.

“More than the ordinance, we need the will of the people to be expressed to law enforcement,” maintained Caton, whose remarks were sprinkled with “God’s grace” references. “I’m not going to ignore the data.”

Neither is he going to back down, he stressed, no matter how much his family-values agenda is ridiculed or reviled. No matter how often his statistical extrapolations are compared to uranium intelligence out of Niger.

“This is a quality-of-life issue,” underscored Caton. “It’s about the public safety of women in this county.”

The attendant issues, of course, are the usual: legalities, priorities and costs. And they likely will play as a continuous loop for the next year.

And the most outspoken advocates — the born again and the porn again — will remain all too familiar as well.

XSive Tolerance For Club XS

Imagine an establishment where, on average, the cops are called every three days. On occasion somebody dies. And it’s right downtown, across from the convention center.

And there’s nothing that can be done about it. About Club XS.

Wet-zone permits can be pulled for a bunch of reasons — such as underage drinking or fire-code violations — but not for random violence among patrons.

Through the end of May, police officers have responded to 49 calls at Club XS. Not even the sleaziest of Nebraska Avenue gin mills XCeeds that notorious number.

Perhaps it’s akin to going after Al Capone for tax evasion, but the city might want to get creative. Wet zone permits can also be pulled for creating an ongoing nuisance. Forty-nine police calls through the end of May is pretty ongoing. Nuisance is too nice a word for customer-generated brawls, stabbings, shootings and garden-variety mayhem, but it will do.

Count on this, however. The day that a police officer — on or off-duty — is killed because of Club XS is the day the city will find cause in a hurry to shut this menace down. Hopefully, it won’t come to that

Rays A Relative Bargain

Say what you want about the Rays and the folly of their (Wilson Alvarez-Juan Guzman-Vinny Castilla-Greg Vaughn-Ben Grieve) fiscal ways, but they are among the league leaders in one financial category. However their infrequency, Rays’ wins come relatively cheap.

According to the commissioner’s office, the Rays’ payroll for its 40-man roster — including benefits — is $31.6 million. That would be 30th out of Major League Baseball’s 30 franchises. For those scoring at home, that would — as of the All-Star game — average out to about $900,000 per win, a cost-per-win figure bettered only by Kansas City and Montreal.

Attaboy, Vince.

The Yankees, with a league-leading payroll of $180 million, have to ante up an average of nearly $2 million per win.

Take that, George.

That’s The Way It Lugoes

And speaking of the Rays, infielder Julio Lugo recently was acquitted of misdemeanor assault on his wife. That was good news for Lugo, the Rays and possibly Mrs. Lugo.

What was more bizarre than Lugo’s wife changing her story at the trial — she previously “exaggerated,” she said — was the immediate aftermath. A grateful Lugo signed autographs for beseeching jurors. So much for a jury of Lugo’s peers.

University Of SF

You can’t blame the University of South Florida — oops, USF — for wanting to get out from under that geographic misnomer of a name. So, not unlike UCLA, it will go strictly by its initials, USF. And, frankly, whatever confusion ensues with the University of San Francisco, a two-time national champion in basketball, is an acceptable tradeoff.

What’s been hard to fathom is that “South Florida” has hung on for nearly half a century. But there are fates worse than geographical imprecision. Former Gov. LeRoy Collins, who voted for “South Florida,” actually preferred Florida Temple Terrace University — FTTU.

Leavitt-ating Coach

The times they are still a changin’ in college football.

Conference expansions and implosions are more the rule than exception. Congressional inquiries into cartel-claims about the Bowl Championship Series are looming. Scholarship limits and early-outs to the NFL are helping to level the playing field.

Now this: CollegeFootballNews.com has come out with a ranking of the “most desirable” college football coaches to run a program these days. The results? Not all that surprising — and not a good time to be an icon. The yardstick: What have you done lately?

Of the 117 coaches ranked, the two winningest are no better than the top one third. Penn State’s Joe Paterno is listed at 39; Florida State’s Bobby Bowden; 40. And Ron Zook, the embattled University of Florida coach who has never been confused with an icon, is ranked 49.

And, oh yes, USF’s Jim Leavitt is 36. With a bullet.

And you heard this here first.

One of the reasons that Leavitt has stayed at USF is because he loves coaching where his roots are. The other reason is that the FSU and UF jobs could open up at any time, and he would be well positioned for a run at either.

Bowden, struggling with consecutive disappointing seasons and beset by internal issues, could decide to step down sooner than expected. He doesn’t have to die on the job.

As for Zook, if he presides over another five-loss debacle, Gator Nation will demand his ouster — and AD Jeremy Foley will bite the buy-out bullet and do the deed.

Should Leavitt maintain the impressive momentum he has created at USF, he would top either school’s short list. And then move up even higher than # 36.