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Fighting to kneel: A Kennesaw State University cheerleader sues for the right to protest on the playing field

Fighting to kneel

Editor’s note: Shortly after this story was published online, a federal judge dismissed the complaint against Earl Ehrhart and Neil Warren, but not Sam Olens and other defendants. A lawyer for Tommia Dean did not immediately have a comment.

Among the roughly 6,000 fans who gathered at Fifth Third Bank Stadium for the second home game of Kennesaw State University’s 2017 football season was Neil Warren, whose day job is sheriff of Cobb County. Sheriff Warren’s reputation as a no-nonsense, west Cobb Republican who is hard on crime and undocumented immigration earned him a national profile and kudos from Fox News. Warren considers himself a patriot, pro-flag, and pro-military. What he saw in the minutes leading up to the KSU Owls’ 3:30 p.m. kickoff made him furious.

About a week and a half before the game, five of the KSU cheerleaders, all black, had decided via group text to kneel when the national anthem played, much the same way San Francisco 49ers quarterback Colin Kaepernick did in 2016. Sophomore Tommia Dean had consulted her mother and her uncle, who was in the military and who supported her choice. For Dean, the protest was about police officers not being held accountable for unjustified killings. She has a brother, and she pictures him every time she sees the family members of another young black man killed in the news. “I thought of myself in their shoes,” she says. “I would want someone to stand up for me if that was my brother.” Dean was among the cheerleaders who kneeled.

When Sheriff Warren saw the cheerleaders’ protest, he was “shocked to see such a lack of respect for our flag, our national anthem, and the men and women that serve our nation,” he told the Marietta Daily Journal. “To witness these ill-informed students acting this way clearly tells me KSU needs to get busy educating these students on more than just passing their classes. They need to learn all that the flag truly represents.”

“They need to learn all that the flag truly represents.”

In the days following the game, according to a report by the Georgia Board of Regents, Warren called KSU President Samuel Olens—a former state attorney general and Cobb County chairman—and told Olens that the cheerleaders should not be allowed to kneel during the national anthem. Republican state representative Earl Ehrhart, famous at the time for his outsize influence over Georgia’s higher education budget and proclivity for political incorrectness (he once described a KSU art exhibit on AIDS as less artistic than “a fully loaded porta-potty”), also called Olens the same day, echoing Warren’s reaction that the silent protests must be stopped.

That week, Olens met with two of KSU’s athletic directors, one of whom had also received a call from Ehrhart. The group agreed that, for the first time in the football program’s three-year history, the cheerleaders would be hidden away in the stadium tunnel for the anthem to “improve fan experience,” per the Board of Regents report. During the next home game, Dean was surprised when she realized the cheerleaders weren’t going to be on the field. Annoyed, Dean and the others took a knee in the tunnel.

The Supreme Court declared that students’ and teachers’ rights to free speech didn’t end “at the schoolhouse gate” in Tinker v. Des Moines Independent Community School District, a 1969 case that ruled a 13-year-old student could wear a black armband to her public school in order to protest the Vietnam War. In order for school officials “to justify prohibition of a particular expression of opinion,” the judges wrote for the majority in Tinker, they “must be able to show that its action was caused by something more than a mere desire to avoid the discomfort and unpleasantness that always accompany an unpopular viewpoint.”

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The cheerleaders who took a knee are sometimes called the Kennesaw Five.

Photograph by Cory Hancock

But court rulings over the past 30 years have often sided with school officials, and very little case law has established what defines protected or school-sponsored speech when on the college or university field. Frank LoMonte, the executive director of the University of Florida’s Brechner Center for Freedom of Information, says that’s largely because many athletes choose not to push the issue for fear of losing a scholarship, or because of the long time between filing and adjudication. “Even if you prevail against the college, your victory might be a hollow and practically meaningless one,” he says.

Now entering the fray is a lawsuit filed last September by Dean that details just how far Warren, Olens, Ehrhart, and two KSU athletic directors—all powerful, white men—went to prevent anyone from seeing the cheerleaders kneel a second time. And it could help decide when students, and student athletes, can express their opinions. In a series of text messages following the game, Ehrhart and Warren took credit for pressuring Olens into making the change. “Thanks for always standing up too [sic] these liberal [sic] that hate the USA,” Warren wrote to Ehrhart a few days after the game. Ehrhart responded, “He had to be dragged there but with you and I pushing he had no choice. Thanks for your patriotism my friend.”

Dean’s lawsuit claims these texts and other communications prove a conspiracy against her that violates the Ku Klux Klan Act, which was passed by Congress in 1871 to help stop private individuals, such as members of the Klan, from pressuring or conspiring with public officials to violate citizens’ constitutional rights. The complaint also alleges that Dean’s protest “constitutes expressive speech protected by the First and Fourteenth Amendments to the U.S. Constitution.”

“You can’t just silence people if you don’t agree with what they say.”

A motion to dismiss Dean’s case filed by Ehrhart’s attorney, Jonathan Crumly, however, argues that the cheerleaders were not exercising private speech when they kneeled during the national anthem, but rather government speech; by wearing KSU uniforms and serving as cheerleaders, he argues, they were representatives of the school. The motion adds that there is no proof that Ehrhart, who did not attend the game, was even aware that Dean or the other cheerleaders were black. The motion omits the ironic fact that Ehrhart cosponsored a 2017 bill that prohibited a school from subjecting a student to disciplinary action based on his or her expressions or viewpoints, or reactions to them.

Tommia Dean fighting to kneel

In the wake of student and community calls for Olens to step down from his $450,000-per-year position as KSU president, he did so in February 2018, but not before walking back his decision to allow the cheerleaders their silent protest. The cheerleaders returned to the field on November 11—Veteran’s Day—and locked arms. The following week, they kneeled again to boos from members of the crowd.

“This country was founded in protest,” says Dean’s cocounsel Randy Mayer. “Peaceful protest is essential to a democracy.” Mayer added that Dean “made no disrespectful gestures, and, when she kneeled, bowed her head, and placed her hand over her heart. She appeared to be praying for this country to fulfill its best self.”

Dean, who is no longer on the cheerleading squad, says none of the men named in the lawsuit ever tried to reach out to her. She believes they simply don’t want her to be allowed her peaceful protest. The lawsuit is “about holding people accountable for their actions,” she says. “And letting people know that you can’t just silence people if you don’t agree with what they say.”

This article appears in our February 2019 issue.

Emory students tackle unsolved, unpunished killings from the Civil Rights Movement—and draw parallels to today

Emory Civil Rights Movement

Hank Klibanoff’s students are talking about running. Specifically, why an innocent black teenager would run from white cops in Macon in 1962.

Simone Senibaldi, a senior, says, “The thing about running—for me and people that I know who are black—is that whenever cops are around, you run, regardless of whether you’re innocent or guilty.” Senibaldi is one of 15 students enrolled in the Georgia Civil Rights Cold Cases Project, an Emory University class taught by Klibanoff, a Pulitzer Prize–winning journalist.

On this fall day, the students are discussing the case of A.C. Hall, a 17-year-old boy who was shot and killed in 1962 by two policemen searching for “a colored man” who had stolen a gun out of a white couple’s car. They spotted Hall in the driveway of an elementary school with his friend Eloise Franklin. Hall ran and the officers opened fire, shooting at him until a bullet pierced his heart and he collapsed in the street. Hall died before he reached the hospital. A grand jury decided not to indict the two officers.

In a tight space on the ground floor of the Woodruff Library, the class is picking apart Franklin’s testimony during the coroner’s inquest. Franklin, only 16 years old, was a key witness to the shooting of her friend. The students, some of whom have never read court documents, have pored over 129-plus pages of transcripts. The printed words paint Franklin, being quizzed by a white solicitor general, as confused about what happened. But it’s not that simple. “I don’t think she was confused,” one student says. “I think they were trying to confuse her.”

To set the scene, Klibanoff projects maps of the neighborhood where the shooting took place and plays a video of Macon-raised Otis Redding’s “Respect” on a screen. The students sit at tables arranged in a circle so they can discuss the case.

The project—which mixes journalism and creative writing with history and African American studies—was started in 2011 by Klibanoff and Brett Gadsden, who now teaches at Northwestern University. Per the project’s course description, the class explores Georgia history “through the prism of unsolved or unpunished racially motivated murders that occurred in the state during the modern civil rights era.”

Klibanoff was inspired to start the project by a list of more than 100 unsolved civil rights–era murder victims released by the U.S. Department of Justice in 2006. The list—one that journalists have added to over the years—included 19 people from Georgia whose murder cases were reopened. In some cases, the victim’s assailant is known. Klibanoff, who spent more than 30 years as a reporter and editor at The Boston Globe, The Philadelphia Inquirer, and The Atlanta Journal-Constitution, says the class isn’t focused on “the whodunit, because in most cases we know whodunit. This is a big window on who we were as a people when we weren’t at our best, and that to me is the more eye-opening thing.”

Senior Alec Woodard, who wants to be a journalist, says that the class helps put in perspective what he sees as the country’s current failure to protect civil liberties. “The goal of journalism is to monitor the centers of power and the accumulations of power,” he says. “The civil rights era was a great era of people, not just journalists, doing that. I would like to be a part of the next generation of progress.”

Each class focuses on a single case all semester and builds upon earlier classes’ findings. Previous groups probed the case of James Brazier, a black man who was killed by Dawson police seemingly because he was driving an expensive car in 1958. Another examined the case files of Clarence Pickett, who was beaten to death in a jail cell by a Columbus police officer in 1957.

After spending weeks reading documents, newspaper clippings, and family archives, each student writes a paper on a theme related to the case. “There’s something more important than just the crime story,” Klibanoff says. “This is about an injustice that no one was ever prosecuted.” Sometimes the students even travel to the Georgia locations where the killings took place. Along the way, they uncover records they never knew existed and even interview witnesses and family members.

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Isaiah Nixon’s daughter had not seen his grave in 67 years.

Photograph by Melissa Golden

Perhaps the most moving discovery thus far involved the case of Isaiah Nixon, a father of six who was shot by Jim Johnson, a white man, in Alston after Nixon voted in Georgia’s Democratic primary on September 8, 1948. Johnson was charged with murder but acquitted by an all-white jury after a three-hour trial. Soon after Nixon’s death, his family fled to Florida, and the location of his gravesite was forgotten.

In the fall of 2015, three students road-tripped with Klibanoff 180 miles down to the Old Salem Cemetery near Uvalda. They suspected Nixon was buried there, and as they walked past the graves, Emory junior Ellie Studdard noticed some concrete peeking through dirt and leaves at the edge of the cemetery. First, she saw just an “I.” She brushed away dirt, revealing the month “Sep,” and finally “Isaiah Nixon.”

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Students traveled 180 miles to Old Salem Cemetery.

Photograph by Melissa Golden

In January, Klibanoff and five students returned to the cemetery with Nixon’s family, including his daughter Dorothy, who had visited the class earlier that fall to tell her father’s story. “At that time in our history, an act of voting was an act of protest,” Klibanoff said at the grave. “It was a right that was deprived him, and he paid the price for voting, and that is something I think we are all resolved to never let happen again.”

Connecting rights denied in the past with those denied now is another natural outcome of studying these cases, though that’s something that Klibanoff prefers students discover on their own rather than lecturing about it. “We almost can’t help [but see that] it’s relevant to our daily lives,” says senior Jillian Alsberry. “It’s important that we are able to connect the two periods.”

A.C. Hall, a few years younger than most of Klibanoff’s students, ran as soon as he saw the police headlights, most likely because he was afraid of white police officers, regardless of his innocence that night in 1962.

“Walter Scott ran, too,” one student says, referring to the unarmed man who was fatally shot by a police officer in April 2015 in South Carolina. Like Scott, Hall was probably unarmed the night he died. “There’s something eerily current about that,” Klibanoff says.

This article originally appeared in our December 2017 issue.

Mr. Rigolizzo and the amazing miracle weed that will save Sparta, Georgia! (Or not.)

Michael Rigolizzo duckweed
Michael Rigolizzo

Illustration by Sam Hadley

Michael Rigolizzo, who may or may not be the best thing that’s happened to Sparta, Georgia, in generations, drove into town for the first time four years ago and found himself charmed. To be charmed by downtown Sparta requires a generous spirit and a vivid imagination. Once upon a time, Sparta was the seat of Hancock County, one of the most prosperous in the state thanks to its cotton crops. Today Sparta is still the county seat, but Hancock County, 68 miles west of Augusta, is now the second poorest out of Georgia’s 159. One in three of its 8,640 residents lives in poverty; the median household income is less than $25,000. (That’s household, not per capita.) In downtown Sparta there’s a pharmacy that sells single dip ice cream cones for a dollar, a gym you can join for $17 a month, and a secondhand furniture shop open three days a week. There’s also an H&R Block and a couple of places to get chicken wings. But most of the storefronts—23 out of 37, to be precise—stand vacant, either boarded up or posted for sale. Or in ashes, like the old beauty supply shop, the inside of which still contains piles of charred wood.

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Roughly 85 percent of downtown Sparta’s storefronts are vacant

Photograph by Audra Melton

Rigolizzo, an entrepreneur who lives in New Jersey, was in Georgia to visit his son, an Army private at the time stationed at Fort Gordon, just down the road toward Augusta. A history buff and dues-paying member of the National Trust for Historic Preservation, Rigolizzo had heard about a 19th-century house for sale in Sparta, catty-corner to city hall, so he thought he’d check it out. Maybe it could be a gift for his son and future daughter-in-law.

“Sparta was like a time capsule to me,” Rigolizzo, 52, says now. “You could look and see what was, and you could see what it could be again.”

Not long after returning to New Jersey (he didn’t buy the house), he got a call from a colleague, who, coincidentally, had heard about a proposed solar power project at an old landfill in Sparta. Intrigued, Rigolizzo returned to town in March 2013 to propose an alternate idea based on a technology his company, Duckweed USA, had licensed. It was supposed to be a quick trip, but he ended up staying in Sparta for three and a half days, becoming acquainted with its longtime mayor, William Evans Jr., and getting a feel for the place. “I spent a lot of time just walking around and talking to people, which you can do in the South,” Rigolizzo says. “Can’t do that where I come from in the Northeast. Somebody’ll taze you or shoot you.”

Duckweed, for which Rigolizzo’s company is named, is the world’s smallest flowering plant, and it grows, well, like a weed. Under ideal conditions and with nothing blocking its path, a mass of duckweed covering 10 square centimeters can grow to cover one hectare in less than 50 days, a 10 million fold increase. Duckweed prefers standing water, where it’s often mistaken for algae. But algae tends to sink as it ages, while duckweed floats.

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Duckweed

Photograph by Audra Melton

Duckweed is thought of mostly as a nuisance, something that dirties ponds, clogs filters, and bullies out other vegetation. It feeds on the nutrients provided by naturally occurring organic matter in lakes, ponds, and other wet environments, and does particularly well where there are high levels of nitrogen and phosphate. These nutrients appear in large quantities when humans enter the picture with their sewage, farm runoff, and industrial wastes. In fact, duckweed feeds so well on waste that it can actually clean water teeming with pollutants. Given the right conditions, duckweed can grow thick enough on the surface of water that it keeps mosquitoes from breeding.

But duckweed can do more than just serve as nature’s Brita. When Rigolizzo visited Sparta in 2013, his company was developing a technology to convert duckweed into oil—oil that could, conceivably, be refined to power a car, propel a jet, or heat a home. Duckweed USA, using its patented system, would subject the plant to high pressures and temperatures, transforming the mix into the chemical equivalent of petroleum. With the world heating up, biofuels made from fast-growing plants like duckweed could help reduce greenhouse gases and humans’ carbon footprint on the planet.

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Sparta, 68 miles west of Augusta, has a rich history, but like many rural towns across the nation, it has fallen on hard times. Since 1970 its population has plummeted by 30 percent.

Photograph by Audra Melton

As he drove around Sparta—captivated by the city, its people, its architecture—Rigolizzo was also captivated by the green layer sitting atop the ponds at Sparta’s wastewater treatment plant. “The volume was just unbelievable,” he recalls. “You’d think there should be a golf tee out there.” Where other people might see an annoying layer of scum, Rigolizzo saw a perfect opportunity to apply his company’s nascent technology. “We could use the existing wastewater treatment facility, which was just loaded with nutrient-rich water and covered with beautiful green duckweed,” Rigolizzo says. “And that’s how the whole idea got started.”

Nearly three years after Rigolizzo’s first visit, on February 17, 2016, the news went public in a press conference at the town’s temporary police station: Duckweed USA would build a collection system adjacent to the 20 acres of settling ponds at Sparta’s wastewater treatment facility. The duckweed atop the ponds would be harvested and converted into fuel—as much as 16,000 gallons a day—that would be sold to refiners.

Best of all, at a time when it seems every manufacturer in America is seeking a subsidy or tax break, Duckweed USA would ask for not a penny in return for its $4 million investment. In fact, according to the contract between Duckweed USA and Sparta, the company would divert one-third of its revenues to the city, in the form of monthly checks. The company estimated those payments would total $4 million a year—this for a city whose annual budget is just $1.25 million. “Imagine what that does,” Rigolizzo later told me. “You don’t even have to be good at math. That infusion in a small community can do great things.”

There was more. Rigolizzo estimated that Duckweed USA would create up to a dozen new jobs over the course of a year. For his part, Mayor Evans predicted the operation would indirectly lead to another 250 jobs within five years. Equipment would arrive in 30 to 45 days and production would begin in the summer of 2016. With Sparta and surrounding Hancock County having lost many of its largest employers over the past three decades—the sawmill, the furniture factory, the garment factories, the hospital, the catfish farm—it seemed duckweed could help fill those gaps. Mayor Evans summed it up: “This brings hope.”

Today, more than a year after the press conference, which was covered by two local TV stations, there is still no miracle in Sparta. Rigolizzo blames the state and says he’s ready to roll, but as details of his controversial business past have come to light, they’ve given fodder to skeptics in Sparta and Hancock County, who’ve been down this road before. In the 1970s a catfish farm was built in Hancock County and hailed as an economic savior for the town. And like the catfish farm, the duckweed project is part of a local political battle that has divided black and white.

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It was a Revolutionary War soldier who gave Sparta its name in the late 1700s, inspired by the “bravery of its inhabitants in their struggles with the Indians,” according to the 1982 book Black Boss: Political Revolution in a Georgia County by the late John Rozier. By 1810 the county was majority black due to the rise of the cotton gin, which helped turn Hancock County, the entire state of Georgia, and much of the South into cotton- and slave-dependent areas economically.

At the outbreak of the Civil War in 1861, Hancock County was home to 430 slaveholders and 8,137 slaves. After the war, freed slaves became sharecroppers or tenant farmers, working the same land they had under bondage. By 1880 the county was producing more cotton than it had been before the war, and Sparta’s economy was thriving. The city had a hotel, two newspapers, 11 general stores, and seven doctors. By Georgia standards of the late 19th century, it even had somewhat of a progressive reputation. Black residents owned land in higher percentages compared to surrounding counties, while black Hancock County families produced prestigious educators, such as Henry A. Hunt, who became an adviser to President Franklin Delano Roosevelt.

But in the early 20th century, cotton prices plummeted as the boll weevil ravaged crops. The mechanization of cotton picking in the 1940s further left black Georgians without work. By the birth of the civil rights movement, Hancock County had become one of the poorest counties in the United States. In 1964 the population had dwindled to fewer than 10,000 people, down from a peak of more than 19,000. And despite being 75 percent African American, Hancock County had not a single black elected official. Then, in 1965, a man named John L. McCown came to Sparta.

McCown was a 28-year-old high school dropout, but he was dynamic and driven and already had a strong resume as a civil rights leader. Working with the Georgia Council on Human Relations to fight discrimination in the state, McCown had been on the lookout for a place where black residents were under-represented in public office. He found that in Hancock County. When McCown moved to the area—bringing with him a “highly organized black political machine,” according to a 1971 article in the New York Times—change accelerated rapidly.

McCown and another black resident were elected to two of the three spots on the county board of commissioners in 1968, making it the first U.S. county in the 20th century to be politically controlled by African Americans. That same year, Edith Ingram was elected in Hancock County as one of the nation’s first black probate judges. In 1966 only 52 percent of voting-age black people in Hancock County were registered to vote; within eight years, 96 percent were. By then 16 out of the 18 elected positions in the county were held by African Americans.

“One of the main focuses of my father and of the movement for the empowerment for African American people was to help them to gain confidence in themselves,” says John Michael McCown, John L. McCown’s son. “To get them to understand that they are capable of controlling their own political and economic destinies.”

It wasn’t a completely amicable transition of power. Whites were used to being in charge, and now they no longer were. They were used to having officially segregated schools. No more. Protesters were arrested, homes were burned, and threats were exchanged. Jimmy Carter, then the governor of Georgia, intervened in 1971 to stem a literal arms race between the police and McCown’s followers. Early in the morning of Ingram’s first day as probate judge, she received a call. “There was a white guy on the other end of the phone,” Ingram recalls today. The man said, “When you walk up the front steps of the courthouse, we’re gonna shoot you in your back.”

McCown’s arrival coincided with millions of dollars of federal money pouring into the area for economic development. The young organizer helped blacks register for Social Security, welfare benefits, and federal housing loans they had historically been denied. Among the projects set up by McCown under the East Central Committee for Opportunity (ECCO), a community development organization he founded, were a cement plant, a concrete block factory, a lumber company, and a low-income housing project. But the crown jewel was the catfish farm.

ECCO opened the catfish farm in July 1970 with $500,000 from the federal government and the Ford Foundation. The farm was built on 357 acres of wooded land in an unincorporated area of the county called Mayfield. It was supposed to become the largest catfish farm in the world, producing 40 million fish per year and bringing secure jobs to Hancock County, particularly to its black population, more than half of whom were living in poverty. Varying accounts predicted the farm would generate annual profits of $200,000 to $1.3 million, money that could be used to further rehabilitate the county, where the median income of black residents was just $3,640.

But in 1975 the catfish farm shut down without making a profit. Some blamed mismanagement; others claimed the fish were poisoned by local whites who didn’t want to see the farm succeed. The following year John L. McCown died when a Cessna plane he was piloting crashed. At the time of his death, the Justice Department was investigating both McCown and ECCO for alleged misuse of federal funds, accusations that halted the infusion of outside money into Hancock County. McCown’s dreams for an economically rehabilitated Hancock County never came to pass.

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Hancock is ranked one of the 40 poorest counties in the country

Photograph by Audra Melton

Forty-two years later, out of more than 3,000 U.S. counties, Hancock is ranked one of the 40 poorest. Life expectancy is in the bottom 10 percent for women and bottom 25 percent for men. Sparta itself has become so sparsely populated—an estimated 1,515 people called it home as of 2015, down 30 percent since 1970—that the local prison now houses nearly as many people as the rest of the city.

Hancock State Prison, where 300 people work, is one of the biggest employers in the county. Another is Verescence, which opened a plant in 2002 at the town’s industrial park, and today employs 245 people to decorate perfume bottles. But most people looking for work these days venture outside Hancock. “Kids graduate from high school; there’s no jobs here,” says Rick Joslyn, president of the Sparta-Hancock County Historical Society. “They’ve got to go someplace else.”

And though John L. McCown has been dead for more than 40 years, a legacy of mistrust between black and white residents here is still palpable, at least in local politics. The NAACP in 2015 described Sparta as a city divided: where the median income of black households is half that of whites, where 37 percent of black households receive food stamps or SNAP benefits while only 2.7 percent of white households do, where 58 percent of blacks own homes and 85 percent of whites do. It also described a county where, 50 years after desegregation, more than 96 percent of the students attending public school are black, and 96 percent of students attending the local private school are white.

The NAACP’s descriptions were part of a lawsuit it filed against the Hancock County Board of Elections, which in 2015 had attempted to purge 187 mostly black voters from its registration list. The effort came just ahead of that year’s mayoral election, which pitted the incumbent, William Evans Jr., who is black, against a challenger named Allen Haywood, who is white. While 187 voters may not sound like many, in tiny Sparta they represented 19 percent of all registered voters. The New York Times editorial board characterized the purge as “echoes of Jim Crow” and used Sparta as an example of the consequences of the watered-down Voting Rights Act. The editorial made it sound like the pre-McCown days had come back to Sparta.

The reality was more complicated. A group of citizens in Sparta, both black and white, has been trying to get Evans—who has been mayor since 1992—out of office for years. They point to the crumbling houses, the lack of jobs. They point to a loan from Georgia’s Department of Community Affairs that was supposed to develop housing for the elderly; DCA says nearly $180,000 of the loan was misspent and needs to be paid back (though the city’s attorney is contesting the state). But they usually just point to the sorry state of Broad Street, and the fact that the mayor, whose position is part-time and pays $15,000 a year, hasn’t been able to fix it.

Absentee ballots, claims Harrell Lawson, who grew up in Hancock County in the 1950s and 1960s, were the main reason Evans kept getting reelected. That’s why Lawson, who is black, joined the effort to remove voters who didn’t live in Sparta. He told me the so-called voter suppression was not a purge but a cleansing. “We were not targeting blacks,” Lawson says. “We were just targeting people that did not live in the city of Sparta.”

Mayor Evans and Edith Ingram, now 75 and retired, represent the remnants of the “Mayfield Mafia,” as some people refer to McCown’s allies. Her father was the first black member of the Hancock County Board of Education. Her brother Robert worked for ECCO, managing the catfish farm before it closed. Mayor Evans is her cousin. “People don’t want to hear the history, don’t want to believe the history,” Ingram tells me. “The white folks don’t want you to believe the history.”

Robert Currey sees things differently. He bought a house in Sparta in 2002 with his wife and spent six years restoring the large six-column Greek Revival. They moved into the house in 2006 and have since started two organic farming businesses that supply farmers markets, supermarkets, and restaurants in Atlanta. Currey, who is white, tells me that the black community in Sparta embraced him “in a way that I’ve never experienced before.” He believes the idea of a black-white divide in Sparta is overblown. “I would suggest that there’s racial tension in America,” he says, “and Sparta’s no different.”

Election officials settled the lawsuit, restoring voting rights to nearly three-quarters of those who were taken off the registry in Sparta. Haywood still got more votes, but when a felony from his past was disclosed, he was declared ineligible, and a special election between Evans and a third candidate was set for March 1, 2016. The duckweed announcement—promising all those jobs for the community—came just 13 days before that election. Duckweed USA was speaking of turning the whole city around with millions of free dollars, but because the news came from Evans, there were Spartans who were skeptical. Nevertheless, the mayor was re-elected.

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Duckweed is not a new discovery. In Vietnam farmers have long grown duckweed as feed for ducks and fish. In Taiwan duckweed has been grown and sold as feed for pigs and poultry. In Burma and Laos the Wolffia arrhiza species has been consumed for generations. In Northern Thailand duckweed is used as an ingredient in omelets and soups.

In recent years, scientists have begun exploring large-scale applications for duckweed. A company called MamaGrande is converting 150 hectares of wastewater treatment lagoons in northwest Argentina into a duckweed biomass farm. The duckweed will grow rapidly on the wastewater, cleaning it. Then the plant will be collected from the surface, dried, fermented to lactic acid, and converted into a biodegradable plastic, all on site.

GreenSun Products, a private company based in Kentucky, has pilot projects in Southeast Asia and Africa teaching farmers how to cultivate duckweed in backyard ponds to feed to their animals. Two different companies in Israel are working on marketing duckweed as a new “superfood,” touting its digestibility and high protein content. Even Ambassador Andrew Young is a proselytizer for its nutritional value.

Eric Lam, a professor of plant biology at Rutgers University, is excited for the future of duckweed. “Not only is it untapped, but I think there’s an urgent need for something like this, which is more sympathetic to the needs of the planet,” he says. Lam’s lab explores the genetic diversity of duckweed, searching for strains that are well suited for particular applications. The more protein, the better it is for animal and human consumption, and the higher the starch content, the better it is as a base for biofuels, which are made from contemporary organic matter such as animal waste or plants (as opposed to fossil fuels, which take eons to form).

Philomena Chu, a PhD candidate in Lam’s lab, says that duckweed is more sustainable than corn as an ethanol base for biofuels because it uses less freshwater and requires less cultivation and fertilizers. Compared to most other plants, it has less lignin, a structural polymer found in plant cell walls that is very hard to break down. And because duckweed floats, you can just skim it off the top of the water to collect. Plus, Chu says, “We grow duckweed on poop!”

Michael Rigolizzo first heard about duckweed from a man named Angelo Errichetti, who was mayor of Camden, New Jersey, from 1973 to 1981. (Errichetti gained notoriety in the early 1980s, when he served 32 months in prison on federal bribery and conspiracy charges.) Rigolizzo says that he and Errichetti, who died in 2013, worked on real estate projects together. It was through Errichetti that Rigolizzo met Rudolph Behrens, who had a patent on the technology used to convert plants such as duckweed into oil.

Rigolizzo, through Duckweed USA, the company he formed in 2012, licensed the patent from Behrens, but the relationship soured. In the fall of 2015, Duckweed USA sued Behrens and two other defendants, claiming they were infringing on the patent the company had licensed and were trying to “put it out of business.”

In the suit, Duckweed USA claimed that its technology allows it to produce “over 30 times the amount of oil per acre than the nearest competitor” by replicating (and speeding up) the process by which hydrocarbons are turned into petroleum in nature. Key to the “hydrodynamic reformation” is a device called the “Linear Venturi Kinetic Nozzle.” “By simply pumping the wet biomass”—the duckweed—“through the LVKN nozzle, the hydrocarbons (plant and waste biomass) are converted to alkanes or clean, sulfur-free oil,” according to a description in the lawsuit. The company called it the “Alchemy” system, and the first of its kind would be in Sparta, Georgia.

Duckweed USA also touted a separate system that would involve greenhouses containing an “aggressive growing blend of algae.” Each greenhouse would “independently cultivate and process algae into bio-oil,” serving as an “‘oil well’ that never dries up.” The company would debut this process, called the “Aurora” system, over a 62-acre development in Winslow, New Jersey.

To pay for a prototype, Duckweed USA received a $45,500 loan (at 25 percent interest) in March 2015 from EPA Marketing Management, a company owned by a man named Edward Abraham. The protoype was to be located at Rutgers University’s Aquaculture Innovation Center in Cape May, New Jersey. It would serve as proof-of-concept to attract more investor dollars to fund the operations in Winslow and Sparta. But the prototype never became operational. According to the lawsuit, Duckweed USA built out as much as it could at the Center, but was waiting for Behrens to deliver “LVKN pump/nozzle assemblies and the ‘artificial intelligence’ to operate the system.” Moreover, the lawsuit claimed, Behrens and Abraham and another defendant were conspiring to capitalize on the system themselves.

The lawsuit was finally settled out-of-court this past February, but not before the judge ordered Duckweed USA to pay Abraham roughly $63,000 to satisfy the loan and settle the issues between them. But Duckweed could not pay. On January 11 Rigolizzo’s lawyer wrote Abraham’s, stating they had no cash, asking for more time to pay, and adding that they were willing to put up Rigolizzo’s 30 percent ownership stake in an 11-acre parcel of land as “security interest.” Abraham’s lawyer said thanks but no thanks and proceeded with pursuing a contempt order against Rigolizzo. In a January 2017 motion arguing against the order, Rigolizzo’s attorney wrote, “On November 29, 2016, there was a negative balance in Duckweed USA’s bank account. At no time between then and now has the balance in the account been greater than $0.” (According to Abraham’s attorney, Abraham has since been paid.)

The lawsuit did not come up at the press conference in Sparta back in February 2016. Nevertheless, the announcement caught the attention of Paul Niznik, an energy consultant. Niznik keeps an eye on every biofuel project happening in the U.S., and when he read the Sparta press release, he says, he tried to contact Mayor Evans to express his skepticism.

Sparta

Niznik, now a consultant at Argus Consulting Services, which advises companies on energy investments, says that Duckweed USA was capitalizing on the idea that fast-growing plants have potential to be a raw material—feedstock, as it’s called—for fuel. But he believes there is no way Duckweed USA could produce oil at the price it said it could, less than $1 per gallon.

Niznik says there are more-established companies that have spent years attempting to make commercially viable fuel from aquatic plants and have so far been unable to do so. At least 27 universities have algae-to-fuel research programs, and ExxonMobil’s former CEO Rex Tillerson (currently U.S. Secretary of State) said in 2013 that the petroleum giant was still 25 years away from succeeding, despite a $600 million effort over three and a half years.

Like algae, duckweed grows very quickly in ponds. But with crude oil cheap at $50 a barrel, so far there are no commercial plants or pilot projects in the world currently converting duckweed to fuel, according to Niznik, who says Evans never called him back.

The explanation of the science in the Duckweed USA press release reads: “Our revolutionary process converts the organic compounds of the biomass into alkanes, which are chemically identical to the petroleum oil used to make gasoline, kerosene, diesel fuel, jet fuel, and heating oil, and we can finish it into those products for less than $1 per gallon. The big advantage is that it is virtually a one-for-one conversion. One organic molecule becomes one alkane molecule.” 

I showed this to Stephen Mayfield, director of the California Center for Algae Biotechnology. “Duckweed is fast growing,” he wrote in an email, “but the biomass is mainly cellulose and water with some protein, carbohydrates, and lipids. Alkanes are 100 percent hydrocarbons, so to claim their process is a one-to-one conversion is completely false. You cannot turn cellulose or carbohydrate into an alkane any more than you can turn lead into gold.” Eric Lam from Rutgers agreed. He took a look at Duckweed USA’s website and described their technology as “the usual hype with a lot of promise but very little technical or scientific/engineering details in support of their claims.”

Back in Sparta, a resident who was concerned that Rigolizzo’s project would cost the city money alerted the Georgia Environmental Protection Division, which told the mayor and Rigolizzo that the project cannot move forward until Duckweed USA has proven its system won’t negatively affect the workings at the wastewater treatment plant. Rigolizzo told me Duckweed USA is creating a new report for the EPD, as requested, and expects to get approval within 30 days of submission, which he said would happen this month.

When I showed Rigolizzo the reactions from Mayfield and Lam, he maintained that what Duckweed USA is doing is so radical, it’s bound to be questioned. He says expecting the scientific data to be on the website is like taking the tour at Coca-Cola and expecting to leave with the recipe.

But more than a year since the press conference, Sparta is still waiting for its duckweed-fueled transformation. Nobody has been hired. No equipment has been brought in from New Jersey. No ribbons have been cut. But the project still has believers.

Edith Ingram thinks that Haywood and his group are obstructing the duckweed project simply because it originated from their political opponent. “If people would put as much energy toward making something positive happen as they would trying to tear something down because of who’s involved in it then we might be able to pull ourselves out,” she says.

Rigolizzo also blames Haywood and his cohort for the delays, specifically for alerting the EPD to the proposed project. “Ever since the election, they’ve done everything they can to really hurt the mayor and slow down his efforts to do anything,” he says. “It’s like what people are doing with Donald Trump right now. ‘Let’s investigate everything and everybody.’” 

Sparta

But he says the project is far from dead. Rigolizzo says he has already invested between $750,000 and $1 million in the initiative—about two-thirds of that in equipment and another third in research and development—and projects a revenue stream of $6 million to $10 million per year, with at least $2 million going directly to the city annually. When we spoke in late March, he said he expected movement by September at the latest. “I’m sitting on inventory that can immediately be put into production,” he says. “It will not take me long to become operational once given the green light.” In early May, when I asked him about his attorney’s acknowledgment last fall that the company was out of money, Rigolizzo assured me that he had a backer. “It’s a bank out of Texas, and I’m not going to disclose who it is.”

In order for Duckweed USA to succeed, it has to do something that has never been done before, something that even ExxonMobil, a company worth $350 billion, couldn’t do—create a commercially viable fuel from aquatic plants. “What we did is much like Edison did with the light bulb,” Rigolizzo once told me. “Edison didn’t invent the light bulb, right? He really only made it commercially viable . . . That’s what Edison did, that’s what we’ve done.”

Mayor Evans declined comment, except to say that the media has been unfair to him in the past due to a “white slant.” None of the city council members I spoke with had any new information on the project, though they all agree that the duckweed project is the mayor’s baby. One council member, Faye Sherrod, told me that she didn’t think the duckweed project would ever happen (although her signature is on the contract with Duckweed USA). “I don’t see it,” she says. “Everything they say, it don’t never come to pass.”

This article originally appeared in our June 2017 issue.

After he escaped prison, Emmett Bass spent 27 years on the run

Emmett Bass
Emmett Bass

Photograph by Kevin D. Liles

Emmett Bass is a gambling man. In 1975 he and another man were arrested in Henry County for armed robbery of a package store. Bass was convicted and given a 15-year sentence. Three years later, on April 3, 1978, Bass was on a work detail near Highway 16 in Griffin when he went to relieve himself in the trees. Instead of returning to where his fellow inmates were cleaning ditches in the hot sun, he continued deeper into the woods. He found a hay barn, fell asleep, and by the time he woke up it was night. It would be 27 years before the police finally caught up with him.

“I thought I was gonna get snatched up any time,” says Bass, 70, sitting in his nicely shaded backyard in Adair Park. He lives in a brown-and-white bungalow with long-term partner Mildred Shy and one of their two grown daughters. Bass looks up with foggy eyes and speaks through a mostly toothless mouth. He says he can laugh now about skipping out on the rest of his term. “I’m glad I got away,” he says. “What would I want to stay in prison for?”

This past May another longtime Georgia fugitive, Robert Stackowitz, was arrested in Connecticut 48 years after walking away from a Carroll County work detail. He’d been the getaway driver for two men who robbed an Atlanta home in 1966, holding the owner at gunpoint and tying him up. In 1968, two years into a 17-year sentence, Stackowitz found a ride to the Atlanta airport and flew to his home state, where he moved to a small town and started over under a new name, reportedly staying out of trouble until his recapture.

Robert Stackowitz—seen here in arrest photos from 1966 and 2016—spent 46 years on the lam after escaping from a prison work detail in Carroll County.
Robert Stackowitz—seen here in arrest photos from 1966 and 2016—spent 46 years on the lam after escaping from a prison work detail in Carroll County.

If the Georgia Corrections Department succeeds in extraditing Stackowitz—now 71 and suffering from bladder cancer—it might do well to refer to the Emmett Bass case in deciding what to do with him. Like Stackowitz, Bass escaped without much drama just a few years after being arrested. Bass, only 32 years old when he fled, also found his way to Atlanta, but unlike Stackowitz, he ended up staying.

After his conviction, Bass, who says he had no idea his “associate” was going to rob the store, was transferred around before landing at a prison in Griffin, where he’d grown up. When he woke up in the hay barn, he was wearing a striped prison outfit, so he traveled along ditches in the dark and steered clear of pedestrians and cars.

He went to his sister’s home to get a new set of clothes, but she told him to turn himself in. “Told her I ain’t going back,” Bass says. “They got to catch me and take me back ’cause I ain’t gonna give up after I went through all that crap.” He next went to a cousin, who let him in. He took a bath, changed his clothes, ate dinner, and in the morning another relative drove him to his mother’s house outside town to get some money. Then they headed north to Atlanta, where Bass rented a room in a house on the west side. “We were planning on going further,” he says, “but I got here and I just stayed.”

He went to work in construction—leveling basements, pushing wheelbarrows, laying bricks—and eventually had a somewhat normal life. The man who liked to gamble found a place to play spades at the nearby Harris Homes housing project. There, within a year of his escape, he met a future nurse named Mildred Shy. They moved to Adair Park, raised twin daughters and a son Shy had from a previous relationship, and have been together ever since.

After many years of smoking, Bass developed difficulty breathing. He was diabetic and had emphysema. By 2005 it had been more than two decades since he’d left the prison detail, and he hoped authorities had forgotten about him. Like Stackowitz, he applied for Social Security benefits because he couldn’t work. And like Stackowitz, that’s how he got caught. “I got greedy,” he says.

The day of his capture, Bass had been feeling pretty damn lucky. He was walking down his street with $2,000 in his pocket from hitting his lottery numbers the day before when a pickup pulled up next to him. A police officer got out and asked Bass for his ID. When he saw it, the officer said, “Damn, boy, we’ve been looking for you for 27 years!” Bass, then 59, no longer had the energy to run. The police took him home to get his diabetes medicine, put him in handcuffs, and took him to prison. “They put my ass in the truck,” Bass says, “and shot my ass straight to Jackson.”

Looking back on his 9,984 days as a fugitive, Bass says being on the run is just another way of serving time. “I had done that 15 years on the street,” he says. “I was looking over my shoulder all the time.” But in 1977, a few months before he escaped, a sentencing review panel had reduced his sentence to 10 years. And in 1978, Bass’s sentence was modified again—effectively cut in half because of good behavior. Had he stayed in prison, he likely would have served only two and a half more years. Instead, he spent 27 years being pursued, plus 10 months in jail after his recapture and another 20 months on parole.

Like Bass, Stackowitz managed to stay on the right side of the law after his escape. “You get the impression that he’s lived quietly and tried to enjoy life one day at a time,” says his lawyer, Norm Pattis, who is arguing that his client’s clean record over the past half century proves his rehabilitation. Stackowitz could find out by year’s end if he’ll be sent back to Georgia.

Bass feels like he got off pretty well in the end, surviving his return to prison and living free ever since. “I thought I wasn’t gonna get out of there,” he says. He still likes to gamble, and even remembers his winning lottery numbers from the day before he was recaptured: 8-5-9. Every once in a while, he still hits his picks, he says. “Sometimes I get lucky, ya know?”

Editor’s note: In late September, after this story was written and published, the state of Georgia agreed not to seek extradition of Stackowitz, citing his precarious medical condition.

This article originally appeared in our October 2016 issue.

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