The Damone Theory of Historical Research

There is a scene in “Fast Times at Ridgemont High” that always makes me pause… then laugh. Lothario wannabe and petty bookie Mike Damone is giving advice to endearing nerd Mark Ratner on how to get girls.

Damone: I mean, I just send out this vibe and I have personally found that women do respond. I mean, something happens.

Ratner: Well, naturally something happens. I mean, you put the vibe out to 30 million chicks, something is going to happen.

Being a secret stats geek, the scene always makes me chuckle (and brings to mind another of my favorite lines, this one from “Dumb and Dumber” where Jim Carrey (Lloyd) in his quest for the affections of Lauren Holly (Mary Swanson) tells Jeff Daniels (Harry) – “I am gonna hang by the bar; put out the vibe.”)

While I am photographing court cases that have not been opened in over 120 years, slicing my fingers on the old index cards in card catalogs, and getting migraines from squinting at microfilm, it’s not the scholarly muses of Campanella, Zinn, Abbott, Brinkley, and Burns that are occupying my mind and streaming down their spacious creativity and rigorous rationale – I am typically running these two movie scenes in my head.

What is the demography of the girls Damone hits on? Age? Height? Weight? Ethnicity? Virgins? Do they smoke Pall Malls or Marlboro Reds? Does he typically hit on them at school, the mall, gas stations? Is one location more successful than the other? Are drugs and alcohol an influence in their succumbing to his charms? What’s their birth order? Neighborhood? Are there any kind of physical characteristics that respond to him more? An average IQ?  Just how far and wide does this vibe go? Does a girl only need a pulse for Damone to hit on her?

What would Mike Damone and Lloyd Christmas do?

Right now I have been gathering data from various lawsuits from the late 19th century. It got to the point where the librarian just put their ENTIRE excel file of criminal records from 1880 to 1918 on my jump drive and handed it to me (all 46,474 cases). YES!!! Thank you. It might be so I’d quit bothering her, but I am too grateful to care. Pages and pages and pages of spreadsheets for me to go over, tear apart, and hopefully come up with something insightful.

While Lloyd had a specific target and goal in mind for his vibe, Damone was kinda all over the place, but both of them had approaches that I admire. Am I being as extensive as Damone but also adding some kind of laser-like filter like Llyod? This allows me to try and carefully select what information is valuable, interesting, and pertinent as well as trying to look at it from all angles and leave nothing to speculation. Approaching historical research the same way fictional movie characters try to get a piece of ass may not be the wisest approach but hey – whatever works.

Right now, the best I can do is hang by the library, my computer, the microfilm room, my books, and piles and piles and piles of papers – and put out the vibe.  Hopefully something positive comes back to me in return. Hopefully I will score.

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A Proclamation

Here is an accidental find – a proclamation from Mayor Guillotte of New Orleans published in the Times Picayune on January 7, 1888 congratulating the people of New Orleans for not brawling, shooting, or killing anyone during the recent primary election:

“I congratulate the citizens of New Orleans upon the orderly and peaceful termination of so exciting a political campaign, and trust that in all future elections the same good order may ever be maintained.”

Good job!

 

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Getting Ready for “The Show”

I am almost ready for my April show at Whole Foods.

"Vouloir." 12x12 photo framed to 16x16

All that is left is the technical stuff: shooting and signing work, writing artist statement and price list, updating website, etc. I have spent the last five weeks preparing for it. That equals a lot of Friday nights at the studio, Saturdays at the salvage yard, and early weekday mornings in my pajamas cleaning and coating wood on the sidewalk in front of my house. I have learned the best way to keep spirits up late nights at the studio is to dance around to the Beastie Boys. I have learned to always carry work gloves in my purse AND my car (ditto for tape measure). I have learned which technique works best to mount and frame my work without jeopardizing the integrity of the photo while at the same time making it archival with UV light absorbers and stabilizers.

"Helping Hand." 12x12 photo framed to 16x16

But the most important things I learned came when I was wearing rubber gloves, sunglasses, and my Tulane Marching Band baseball bat as I cleaned and prepped my wood for framing:

  1. I invented something new. Something brilliant. Something that requires a good patent attorney (which my lawyer has given me the info on). And unlike my genius idea of selling multi-sized tampons in one box (years ago when I worked in a French Quarter bar I was talking to a New York ad exec and I told him my idea. He stopped. Long pause. And then said, “that IS a good idea.” He then excused himself and rushed out the door. Months later – BOOM multi-sized tampons were on the shelves. Ladies, you can thank me). I am keeping this idea to myself (and a few trusted friends).
  2. My neighbor who lives down the street, whom I don’t know, painted her bedroom in the exact colors of the exterior of my house. And now she goes to bed happy every night.
  3. The guy who pushes the shopping cart down my street can not only kill an alligator, cook the meat AND make me a custom pair of shoes, but can do it all for the low price of $150.
  4. Epiphanies are still golden (also see #1). Last Friday morning, as I was at one of my three sawhorse stations preparing my wood, I silently bemoaned the fact that my front yard had been resembling a shitty lumber yard the last couple of months. The whole reason why I got a studio was so I could actually have a house. A house where I didn’t have to lay tarps, stack things on top of each other, and move and disassemble rooms to set up tools or screens for art projects. Part of the process of framing is the prep work. I set up four to five pieces of wood on my sawhorses and clean them with a hose and scrub brush (eco-friendly AND a great workout). Depending on the weather and the thickness of the wood they take anywhere from one hour to all day to dry. Once dry, I apply two coats of a clear, semi-gloss polyurethane (drying time also depends on the weather). It’s tedious but kinda relaxing, but the most difficult thing is trying to carve out a hunk of time to not only do it but monitor it (in case anyone knocks my wood over, or worse starts screaming at me that I am blocking the sidewalk). Anyway, as I was grumbling to myself…it hit me. I put down my brush and went inside. A few minutes of research, quick math and BOOM (yes, that is two ‘booms’ in one blog. That’s what epiphanies do) I decided that I am going to buy my own studio/house. For the same amount I pay in rent, I can get another house. Granted, with my budget it is not going to be anything fancy nor is it going to be in the ideal location but I don’t need or want a lot. Location is the most important and will take precedence over everything else. But here is my wish list (although I can do with a lot less) at least 700 sqf, 2 bedrooms (one dust-free for spraying and then other for finished art storage – but I can get by with one) driveway (but can go sidewalk route) a fenced-in yard (although if not fenced I can do it myself so Fannie and Django can come with me all the time), good roof, good foundation, a toilet, and a sink. A lot of the houses in foreclosure have all of the kitchen appliances, cabinets, window units, etc. removed (I do not think I am going to get central AC on my budget). But I don’t need a kitchen. I will probably get a mini fridge for drinks, but the rest is unneccesary. In fact, I would be happy with no kitchen so I can install a giant industrial stainless steel sink. My goal is to have this by October when my studio lease expires. In order make this happen it means tightening my belt even further, hustling even more, and holding off on household repairs/improvements even longer. I am hoping that putting it down here will motivate me even more. I spoke to my lawyer that day and got the paperwork in motion (serendipitously as I was writing this blog he called to tell me that my LLC is all set up!!). Step #2 – open business account and start (fingers crossed) dumping money into it. Step #3 find a place. Step #4 buy it. Step #5 be crazy happy!

"St. Charles." 12x12 photo framed to 16x16

 

"Coming Full Circle." 12x12 photo framed to 16x16


So that is it – life lessons learned and realized all from cleaning old wood. This Saturday, March 31st,  I will be at the Arts Council of New Orleans Art Marketat Palmer Park on S. Carrollton and S. Claiborne from 10 to 4 (with special guest star Trixie la Femme helping me run the booth for the last hour or so and helping me with the breakdown).

I already have a commission for this one: "Promises." 12x12 photo framed to 16x16

There will be over 100 artists, food and drink, live music, and kid’s activities. I have about 6-8 new framed pieces for the show, but the main bulk, the stuff I have been working on, will be hung early Sunday morning (yawn) at Whole Foods. I have 3 different sizes: 8×8 photos framed to 12×12, 12×12 photos framed to 16×16 and 16×16 photos framed to 20×20. The majority are the 12×12 photos and the number of each size that will go up all depends on how it all looks Sunday morning. I have made a few photos in different sizes. But we will see… I hope the new work goes over well. BOOM! (That’s a record 3 – for no reason, I just wanted to end on that note!)

 

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For Sale…

I have read many books about slavery, watched documentaries, studied various legal documents, but there is something that really hits home to actually see the advertisements in the newspapers for selling, desiring, or offering rewards for the purchase or obtainment of human beings. It weighs on your heart – one of the most difficult aspects of research. Nestled between ads of pianos, buggies, and steamboat trips are ads to buy and sell someone else’s life at a “bargain” rate. I can imagine the sales pitch – “Make your ad stand out by including this logo,” which most of them did. Here are just a very few of the ads I found that ran daily in local New Orleans newspapers.

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Be Brave & Shave

As I have mentioned before, St. Baldrick’s is one of my favorite organizations. I look forward to shooting their event for Tulane every year. It’s not just the mission of the organization that I respond to – raising money that can go for research to end childhood cancer – but it’s the unity that comes with volunteers shaving their heads. Being sick is hard enough, but I can only imagine how difficult it must be to couple this with also looking different – and being a child!

Finn McCool’s, one of my favorite bars, is hosting a St. Baldrick’s event this year on Saturday, March 24th. I have known Pauline and Stephen for years (Pauline was even awarded the coveted Honorary Rollergirl Award at the Fleur de Wheelies) and they are lovely, hysterical, and good-hearted people. I donated one of my pieces to the auction this year to help raise some money, and I also made a donation to the Krewe of the Rolling Elvi – because not only do I have many friends in the krewe, but overall they are such a kick ass group. After the fact, I learned that the Big Easy Rollergirls have their own St. Baldrick’s page! So please donate to one (or both) of these amazing groups!

This is the piece I donated - a 12x12 photo hand-framed with recycled wood to 16x16

This is a statement from Finn’s St. Baldrick’s page.

 Our 2012 event is dedicated to Benny C., a New Orleans three year old who for over a year has been fighting acute lymphoblastic leukemia, with the Philadelphia chromosome. Benny has had his ups and his downs but has recently made some really good progress, thanks in large part to a bone marrow transplant from his older brother Jack C. As if that wasn’t enough brotherly love, this year wee Jack is getting shaved at Finn’s because, as he told his mom, he wants “to look like Benny.” He’s already raised more than $1100!!

Finn McCools is at 3701 Banks Street and the event runs this Saturday, March 24th from 11:30am until…  I hope to see some of y’all out there!

 

 

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Back in the Draw

Partially torn rotator cuff right shoulder: Healed.

Partially torn rotator cuff left shoulder: Pretty much healed.

Completely blown-out left wrist that weathered 8 casts in 5 months and one painful surgery: Still healing.

Six-year old compound Bow with 25 lb draw: ready to be used.

My upper body has taken a beating in the last few years, which has seriously limited a lot of things that I enjoy doing. Basically, I have just been saving my wrists and shoulders for work and art and sometimes even that is a strain.  It’s been brutal – especially with doughy-like arms and not being able to do much about it. But after some test runs, I finally felt ready to pick my bow up again.

Matthews Genesis Bow

New bow case with patch sewn on by my mom: Check!

My snazzy custom case!

New archery playlist on my ipod: Check!

Wrist protector: Lost somewhere to the vapors.

Took my first trip to the range in awhile and I ran into my friend Chris in the parking lot. Ironically, if I was going to run into anyone in New Orleans it would have to be him. It was perfect. My shooting a bow confused Chris, as if this somehow changed my political views as he told his wife later that this made me a conservative liberal! We chatted in the parking lot for awhile and I told him how every time I go to the range and request some kind of equipment that is NOT camouflage they look at me like I am requesting a Hello Kitty gun. The last time I went to the range, I had to stop somewhere else first and a lady in line told me that she “loved my curvy jeans” (those ain’t the jeans that are curvy). And then I went to the range only to have one of the employees tell me that I was a petite little girl. Petite I am not. I went in and asked them if they had any wrist protectors that were not camouflage. “Whatta want, pink?” the man behind the counter asked. Please. Just. Not. Camouflage…. They are ordering one for me and in the meantime are letting me borrow one of theirs (camouflage, of course).

After a few rounds, I realized that, yes, I still tend to shoot low and to the left. Something I have always done, but I decided that instead of compensating for it, I would try and fix it.

I've never shot this close before! If only it had been the bullseye!

Still, I was rusty and my arms were getting used to holding the bow again. One of the employees came up and we messed around with bow (I had it fitted to my likings about five years ago). He kept moving the draw back but finally he removed it all together and I noticed a difference immediately. I asked for him to watch me shoot and give me feedback. He told me that aside from the fact that I glance up immediately after I shoot and I need to relax on the follow through, I also need to draw the string closer to my face because “Saints players are afraid to mess up their pretty faces too.” So of course I had to… This led to semi-disastrous results that I don’t want to go into but… after my second trip to the range (I am hoping to make this a weekly occurrence), I feel like the staff is hopefully getting rid of their “pink perceptions” of me. And my shoulders and wrist, although still a bit wobbly, are holding up quite nicely.

It's all coming back to me!

It’s nice to finally say again – I can shoot a camera, a bow, and the shit.

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Mourning the Kaboom

The last few weeks, I have been searching the local used bookstores for Louisiana history books. Since the loss of Kaboom Books after the storm (my favorite used bookstore, which was run by the most intelligent and well-informed man I have ever met) I have never been able to replace it. Every few months, I would bike down to Kaboom in the French Quarter with an empty backpack and a list. I was always sure to find something I wanted, and something I did not expect.

Thus far, in my hunt, I have not been able to find a few specific titles I have been searching for, but I have found a few terrific discoveries.

A few weeks ago, I went to The Book Rack in Metairie. They had just received a box of New Orleans history books. None of them were priced, and while the prices the elderly gentleman in charge came up with seemed to be a bit high (and he kept adding them up incorrectly until I just kinda gave up and didn’t bother to correct him), I found, among other books, an old book about the riverfront, one about the streetcar, and one I just checked out of the library, It’s an Old New Orleans Custom.

Last weekend, before the coldest crawfish boil I have ever been to (on the Fly), I went to Blue Cypress Books on Oak Street. At first I was a bit disappointed and slightly disturbed since the store smelled slightly like cat piss (sorry to report that), but I found The South, a collection of Harper’s Weekly articles (which are archived online and I frequently reference) and Louisiana: A Narrative History and Sons of the South. BUT, my big find was a nine-volume, leather-bound collection of Library of American History: From the Discovery of America to the Present Time, published in 1900. It is absolutely beautiful and I got the entire set for $50. My big splurge, but well worth it. I can’t wait to dive into it. Gorgeous. Beautiful. Gorgeous.

I’m till searching for a replacement for Kaboom Books, and doubtful that I will ever find it, but enjoying the scout around. McKeown and Crescent City Books next.

 

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My Next Chapter…

I am almost finished with Chapter Two on my book about the Mascot, so I am working on my next one – could be Chapter Six, perhaps? Decided I am going to go non-linear on this. This is a brief outline on what I am researching and writing. I will most likely incorporate some of this into my lecture.

In Antebellum times, according to Jack Williams, carrying a personal grievance into a court of law debauched a gentleman’s character in polite society. Dueling remained a satisfactory proxy to the legal system. Newspaper editors were particularly under threat. An English traveler to America observed that editors were always practicing their gun skills so they could be ready when they were inevitably called upon. While some wrote what they wanted, others cloaked their opinions in a veil of politeness to avoid any possible challenges. After the Civil War, however, duels began to lose their appeal, as a “citizen who had fought his way through four years of devastating fratricidal warfare had little concern about being called a coward.” Yet the need to defend one’s good name still remained. In the latter 19th century, where 40 years earlier an insult or dispute would require strict adherence to the dueling code, it now lost its structure and rigidity and instead took a more “Wild West” turn where class structure and formality were cast aside and men spontaneously took their battles to the streets.

I am studying three specific cases that involve employees of the Mascot, and three murders that were results of what was written in its columns. They show that men who believed they were “slandered” demanded justice first in a hybrid-dueling fashion befitting to the time period. Yet, while dueling and death now inescapably warranted legal action, the New Orleans judicial system, in taking one step toward progress in prosecuting those involved, still held on to Antebellum beliefs, as evidence by the relatively light or nonexistent punishment for those who murdered or attempted to murder for the sake of their good name.

CASE #1

One of the Mascot’s weekly columns was Bridget Magee’s Society Notes, which featured “Bridget,” an Irish woman who wrote in a heavy Irish dialect and poked fun at the city’s politicians and social elite. In January of 1885 “she” wrote about Judge William T. Houston of the Civil District Court. In the column, Bridget referred to him as an “autocrat” and “would- be satrap,” and hinted at an immoral relationship with Dora Wallace, the daughter of a well-known former lawyer. Houston’s brother James who was the state tax-collector, set out to horsewhip the Mascot editors. Houston brought along ex-sheriff Robert Brewster who was then the state Registrar of Voters. One of the editors, George Osmond, and engraver Adolphe Zenneck were in the office when Houston and Brewster entered; Houston began beating Osmond with a club and then shot him in the hand. Injured, Osmond pulled a gun out of his desk, shot the gun out of Houston’s hands and turned his attention to Brewster who was firing on an unarmed Zenneck. Osmond shot Brewster multiple times. Houston and Brewster fled the offices, and Brewster subsequently died from his wounds the next day. It was later discovered that Houston and Brewster unloaded their entire chambers against the Mascot men. Osmond and Zenneck were both arrested for murder, although Osmond frequently testified that Zenneck did not even have a gun. The New York Times called Brewster’s funeral a “brilliant pageant” which was a “who’s who” of New Orleans society. Houston was acquitted of attempted murder and Osmond and Zenneck were later acquitted of Brewster’s murder, but would both be killed in a little over two years.

CASE #2

Zenneck became editor and part proprietor of the Mascot. In August of 1887, a 22-year-old machinist and amateur boxer named Dan Brown stormed the offices seeking revenge over something in “Mrs. Mulcahey’s Contributions,” a gossip column that “wrote” letters to Bridget Magee. The column insinuated that Brown was having an affair with his married landlord. Brown pushed Zenneck to the head of the stairs, fired two shots, and then ran to the street and fired two more in a crowd of about 50 people. Zenneck died of gunshot wounds to the leg. Brown was found guilty of manslaughter but with a strong recommendation from the jury for “mercy at the hands of the judge.” Brown was sentenced to six months in jail. Two weeks later, however, Governor McEnery (a frequent victim of the Mascot’s “truth seeking”) granted Brown a pardon and he was released. The Daily Picayune noted that it needed to be remembered that Brown had been “injuriously slandered” by the Mascot. Ironically, in May of 1882 the Mascot ran a cover story chiding McEnery for being the “pardoning governor” and a “grievous disappointment.”

 

CASE #3

The Mascot declared early 1891 as “The Bloodiest Carnival and Lent in the State of Louisiana,” from the October 1890 murder of Police Chief David C. Hennessy, which led to the prison lynchings of eleven Italians accused of killing Hennessy, to the murder of a famous madam’s brother in her brothel, an assassination at the Market Place, a butcher murdering a pregnant married woman, and the death of Mascot reporter Frank Waters in a gun battle with former Police Captain Arthur Dunn on the corner of Canal and Bourbon Street. In 1886, Waters killed Dunn’s friend Joseph Baker, the state assessor, in another gunfight in the street. Waters, who at the time was a reporter for the Daily Item, had written an article claiming that drunken policeman badgered “respectable citizens” at the voting polls. Enraged, Baker confronted him on the street, waving the news article in his face and eventually his pistol. Waters returned gunfire and shot Baker in the groin, a wound that would kill him the next day. Waters stood trial for murder, but was acquitted on the grounds that he acted in self-defense. Dunn never forgave Waters for the death of his friend and openly threatened him for years. On March 18, 1891 after a night of heavy drinking, Waters ran into Dunn on the street. This time Waters shot first. Dunn whirled around and the two men exchanged fire, advancing toward each other. Both men were wounded, and Waters died of his injuries in the carriage on the way to the hospital. Dunn was charged with murder and placed under a $10,000 bond, which was paid by Alex and John Brewster, the brothers of the deceased Robert Brewster who was killed by former Mascot editor George Osmond [I FIND THIS FASCINATING!]. Dunn was later acquitted of all charges.

The legal system slowly transformed the allure and acceptance of being victorious on the battlefield to being victorious in the courtroom. Men who once needed only a weapon and a space of ground measured off to restore their good name, now relied on a judge and jury. Yet, while New Orleanians supported the liberty of the press (philosophically and financially as the Mascot had the largest circulation of any illustrated journal in the South), they were also sympathetic to those who killed to defend any perceived injustice against those who operated under this very freedom.

Of course, many many many more details and theories in the chapter. Lots to do!

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Awesome Gift!

I love thoughtful gifts and I love handmade gifts – so when I get one that encompasses both – hurrah!

My friend Shane bought this vintage camera (I love old cameras and collect them) and made it into a clock for me! Amazing – and brilliant! This was a belated graduation gift that he gave me last Sunday at the Fleur de Tease show. I can’t wait for my PhD present!

My very own camera clock!

After careful thought, I have placed this gift on my desk at work because I will get the most viewing pleasure from it. It’s probably the one consistent place I am in for any majority of time.

Thanks, Shane!

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I Have A Red Bullwhip

Making connections, putting the puzzle pieces of history together only using primary sources… It’s a whole new kind of satisfaction. The deeper I dig in my research on the Mascot, the lower and more frequently my jaw drops. And with this come theories with convincing arguments that can be backed up by data and documents. It’s thrilling! I am struggling to focus on anything else right now, which is, as always, quite a lot.

I do own many fedoras, which I wear quite often; I am terrified of snakes; and I do own a red leather bullwhip (although, admittedly I do not know how to wield it). I feel like Indiana Jones, except without the dashing good looks, knowledge of dead languages, and the perfect comedic timing.

I can not wait to be done and share!

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