“He hath risen” …The Miracle on Water Street

Last night I posted a letter on the site written by my friend Jeff. In it Jeff explained how, the previous night, a person, or persons, unknown had vandalized what we’ve come to call the Water Street Commons, tearing apart a large sculpture, defacing books in the outdoor lending library, and upending a bench that had been placed on the site by an anonymous community member. Well, this afternoon Jeff returned to the site to find that, at some point last night, a miracle had occurred. The sculpture was once again assembled and standing…

Here, for those of you who are skeptical, is one of the photos that he took.

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OK, so maybe it’s not really a miracle. (Sorry. I’ve been reading too much about religious con men lately.) Still, though, I think it’s incredibly cool… Someone in the community, after having read Jeff’s post, must have gone out to fix the damage. Either that, or whomever did it in the first place, must have had a change of heart. Either way, this particular sculpture is back up, where it can be enjoyed by visitors to Water Street, which is an awesome thing.

And that’s not all. Not only did someone repair the sculpture, but there was also a new message written in chalk across the door of our little lending library, urging people to “learn,” not “steal.”

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This makes me incredibly happy… It’s moments like this that I find myself the most thankful for having chosen this place as my home.

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My thoughts on the death of AnnArbor.com

582221_10150705452057073_78062422072_10053154_1667636880_nI’m still trying to wrap my head around today’s surprise announcement that, after four years in business, the big experiment in online journalism we’ve come to know as AnnArbor.com would be going away, and that, henceforth, all of the regional reporting done by the staff of Advance Publications would be distributed by way of their much maligned state-wide news portal, M-Live. That is, with the exception of their Thursday and Sunday print editions, which they’ll rebrand as under the “Ann Arbor News” banner. This, of course, is an homage to that once great paper of the same name, which was unceremoniously decommissioned by its owners in 2009, after 175 years of service, making Ann Arbor, in the words of Time magazine, “the first big town to lose its daily paper.”

Here, before we start theorizing about what might be going on, is a short clip from a March 22, 2009 issue of the aforementioned national news magazine. The article’s title: “What Happens When a Town Loses Its Newspaper?

…The answer is that it didn’t die. It was killed by its owners in a high-stakes gamble to try to create a new and more profitable enterprise. (In the past nine years, the paper lost more than half its classified-ad pages.) The Ann Arbor News ceased to exist on July 23. On July 24, AnnArbor.com was launched. The new website has a paper version — also called, oddly, AnnArbor.com — that comes out on Thursdays and Sundays. The News’s owner, Advance Publications, is betting it can rebrand the 175-year-old News as a Web publication, turn a profit and still satisfy its readers’ craving for local news. A lot of U.S. newspapers, and their readers, have a stake in whether the experiment in Ann Arbor succeeds…

Instead of stanching the blood, the Newhouse family, which owns Advance — a group that includes more than 20 daily newspapers across the country — is using Ann Arbor as a lab subject to see if it might hurt less to tear the Band-Aid off quickly. Fixed costs such as paper, printing and delivery have been drastically reduced. From a staff of 316 at the News in May 2008, AnnArbor.com has a full-time staff of approximately 60, about 35 of them “content creators” (reporters) — plus some 80 from the “preferred blogging community,” the majority unpaid — according to AnnArbor.com president and CEO Matt Kraner. Rather than looking like a news-media website, AnnArbor.com deliberately reads more like a social-media site, with equal weight given to reports on a new diner and the proposed city income tax. Ads — known as “deals” — are incorporated into the feed, and users can vote for their favorite, with the highest vote getter scoring a place on the cover of the Sunday hard-copy edition. Not exactly Pulitzer material — yet…

The backlash at the time, as you may recall, was huge. A number of good people lost their jobs, and, unfortunately for the folks at Advance Publications, they knew how to write. And that’s exactly what they did. They savaged the new venture, aided in part by their colleagues who remained in the media, like Detroit Metro Times columnist Jack Lessenberry, who called the new AnnArbor.com, “an appalling pile of crap.” It’s, “an insult to the intelligence of any functioning adult,” he said.

For my part, I tried to keep an open mind… Here’s some of what I wrote at the time.

…Before I go any further, I’d like to reiterate that I want AnnArbor.com to be wildly successful. I think that our region needs serious journalism, and I hope, with the loss of the Ann Arbor News, this new entity, AnnArbor.com, might step into the void and fill that role…

I knew it was unlikely, but I didn’t see how attacking them would help the matter. The best we could hope for, I thought, was that the owners of the publication would find a revenue model that justified the expense of investigative journalism. I didn’t, in other words, see how the interests of the community would be served by killing the venture before it got out of the gate. So kept my fingers crossed, and hoped that they’d attract readership sufficient to sell significant advertising. In light of today’s announcement, I think it’s safe to say that didn’t happen.

Here, because it’s late, are some relatively unfocused thoughts. Make of them what you will.

1. There are good people at AnnArbor.com. I know them personally. I respect their work. And I consider them friends. They’d been asked to do the impossible these past four years, and I think they deserve our thanks. While it’s easy to sit at home and criticize the journalism that AnnArbor.com was putting out, the truth is, these people were being asked not only to turn in stories every day, but to stay involved in the often frustrating conversations which developed online in their wake. They didn’t, in other words, have time to develop thoughtful investigative pieces, like their predecessors at the Ann Arbor News, who, by the way, were paid a great deal more for their labor. It may not be the case for everyone, but the folks that I know wanted to produce good journalism, and they tried their hardest to do so in light of the constraints put on them. I respect them for that, and I hope that they’re able to continue, should they choose to, now that everything is being flipped over to M-Live. And, if they are forced out, I hope that they land on their feet, like my friends from the Ann Arbor News, like Scott Anderson, Geoff Larcom, Leisa Thompson, Jordan Miller, and Mary Morgan, all of whom have demonstrated that there’s life after the newspaper business.

2. I know you might be tempted to be pissed off anew over today’s announcement, but I think it bears repeating that, at least in the short term, we need for M-Live and the new twice-weekly Ann Arbor News to be successful. We cannot have a functioning society without an active, engaged, well-funded press, ferreting out injustice and holding the feet of the powerful to the fire. While, like you, I have my doubts that this regime can deliver in this regard, I think we need to do our best to help push them in this direction… at least until such a time that a rival comes forward. (On that note, you might want to check out Mary Morgan’s Ann Arbor Chronicle, if you haven’t done so already. They’re doing a hell of a lot, and, in time, they could mount a serious challenge.)

3. Let’s remember why this happened in Ann Arbor… Advance, as I understand it, chose to “go digital” in Ann Arbor because they could see the writing on the wall. They knew that we, as a culture, were transitioning away from print, and they thought that they should get out ahead of the curve and start testing out new models (that didn’t rely so heavily on costly newsprint). And, of all the towns across America that they published in, they thought that Ann Arbor was the best situated, given the connectedness of the population. Unfortunately, in my opinion, they failed to also take into account the fact that educated people demand quality reporting. If they’d kept their staff intact and gone all-digital, I think it may have worked, but they took the opportunity to cut everything that could possibly be cut, replacing veteran journalists with what, in many cases, were essentially just-out-of-school bloggers, and volunteers they referred to as “community journalists,” and that’s where they lost it. Their educated readership bailed on them, and, as a result, their online community began to take on some undesirable characteristics. Readers, from what I’ve seen, didn’t feel invested in the space. When people made stupid/offensive comments, instead of challenging them, they just shrugged their shoulders and said, “Damn, the people on this site are crazy.” And, when you hear things like that, you know you’ve lost the battle. People, broadly speaking, didn’t feel ownership. It wasn’t their hometown paper any longer.

4. Why is AnnArbor.com melting into M-Live? The short answer is, I have no idea. I suspect, however, it has to do with money. Keeping up a separate web presence must cost the company considerably more than just rolling all of their Michigan content into one page. Simply put, this will allow them to let people go, thereby increasing corporate profits. It will also allow them to bring back the Ann Arbor News brand, which had value. If I had to guess, I’d say that the Sunday paper, which includes all of the grocery store circulars, has always been the cash cow. And, if that’s the case, putting it back under the Ann Arbor News banner makes sense. Having a print paper called AnnArbor.com never made sense, and I suspect that their revenues will increase in that regard once that name has been jettisoned.

5. I’d feel a lot better about this change if the folks at Advance, at the same time they announced that AnnArbor.com would be absorbed into MLive, also announced a new design for MLive, which is still one of the least functional, clean and intuitive websites on the internet. That, I think, would have been a good move on their part. As much as people were frustrated by AnnArbor.com, they like MLive even less. The parent company either doesn’t know this, or doesn’t care. In either case, it does not bode well.

Oh, and I almost forgot… Here are a few quotes from today’s big announcement, for those of you who enjoy corporate-speak.

“Integrating Ann Arbor with its other media properties across the state enables MLive Media Group to leverage our unified strengths, ultimately offering readers a better news experience, both online and in print.”

“We are bringing back The Ann Arbor News brand at a time when we’re reaffirming, as an organization, our commitment to local news.”

And, here, just because I think it’s kind of interesting, is the 2009 video announcement explaining to the readers of the Ann Arbor News why AnnArbor.com was going to be good for local journalism.

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Commoning, Public Art, Vandalism

A LETTER FROM MY FRIEND JEFF CLARK:

About five months ago, on May Day, the local community joined together to seedbomb the acre of Water Street at the corner of River Street and Michigan Avenue. The little clay balls were handcrafted by children from Ypsilanti and Ann Arbor elementary schools, as well as several adults in the community, who were eager to take ownership of this little, neglected plot of land at the heart of our City, and bring new life to it. These “bombs” contained 8 species of native grasses, and 27 species of flowering plants. And, judging by what’s going on in the field right now (September 4, 2013), some community members also fashioned their own seedbombs with common, non-native annuals like cosmos, cornflower, and sunflower.

Not only was the seedbombing and the potluck feast that followed it a genuinely pleasurable and radical (from the Latin radix, or “root”) experience, we’ve now got a blooming commons.

This morning before work I drove by the field to transplant little and big bluestem, nodding wild onion, ironweed, and red-osier dogwood from my garden, and was happy to encounter the following things in blossom:

Prairie Dock
Showy Goldenrod
Gray-headed coneflower
Black-eyed Susan
Partridge Pea
Coreopsis
Little bluestem
Butterfly milkweed
Purple Love Grass

And this was in addition to the aforementioned cosmos and sunflowers. If you look closely, you’ll also find Bearberry (arctostaphylos), blackberry, raspberry, Chokecherry, nasturtium, and marigold.

-1-2What Mark and I and all the Commonists (ranging in age from 1 to 80) involved in this meadow restoration wouldn’t have been able to predict is that shortly after May Day, public art would start to crop up in the deep gorgeous lot directly behind the adopted meadow. The Ypsilanti Freeskool, in cahoots with a handful of other local artists and activists, erected a meandering cairn of pieces of the rubble and stone that fills the lot. This was followed, in turn, by all kinds of raw, spontaneous field art, including a lovely hut that’s currently serving as a kind of Information Center, free library, and meeting space. One intrepid sculptor fabricated a dynamic tree of hay, wire, rebar, and concrete. Then, in August, some Freeskoolers and I erected a 12-foot-tall pyramid of cedar beams, which with rope suspends a large piece of humanmade rubble sourced from the lot.

There’s much to say about the creative making-use of neglected—neglegere: “not chosen”—public space; I’ll spare you, convinced as I am most of you know the factoids and testimonials regarding these kinds of community actions and transformations; but I would only point out a personally beloved fact, which is that on a majority of my visits out to the meadow to look after it, or to the sculpture lot, I encounter strangers—black and white—in the act of interacting with something out there. I’ve had friendly conversations with elderly men taking a lunchbreak from fishing the Huron, and with young Washtenaw Community College students who heard this was a place they could make an open-air sculpture.

After unloading my car this morning of plants and tools, I saw that the simple, lovely little bench someone had anonymously crafted of wood and placed in the seedbomb meadow had been uprooted and overturned. While setting it back into place, I glanced out into the sculpture lot and noticed the cedar pyramid was no longer standing. Walking out towards it, I then saw something awry at the little hut (it had been ransacked, and a fair amount of its contents ruined, or strewn about, or submerged in the rain barrel).

Naysayers might say, “What did you expect?” and I don’t know that I’d waste time trying to argue that vandalism wasn’t a distinct possibility from the get-go. Instead, what I’d like to do is invite all of you who are interested to visit these Commons (the meadow and sculpture lot) and, in being there—either as a creator, an enjoyer, or both—assume the responsibility of also being a caretaker. There are so many ways to be a tender of the Water Street Commons, from making art; to studying the species of butterfly, bee, and bird (a few Eastern Kingbirds were snatching insects from the air above the meadow last week); to transplanting native Michigan plants and grasses from your own garden into the meadow; to watering and caring for the plants that are already there; to installing foodplants; to making art; to helping implement the Ypsilanti Zen Center; to pulling spotted knapweed; and best of all: to picnicking at the end of the day.

Actually, that isn’t best of all. Best of all: just visit. Behind you a wilderness, and before you a busy city street. Being alive and active in the intersection of these two kinds of space is personally (and maybe even publically?) reinvigorating.

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Introducing King Strang: Imperial Primate of the Halcyon Order of the Illuminati

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The fellow pictured above is James Jesse Strang, the self-proclaimed prophet who, upon the death of Joseph Smith on June 27, 1844, mounted a nearly successful attempt to wrench control of the Mormon church from Brigham Young. His presence continues to loom large over Michigan’s Beaver Island, where I spent this past weekend, and where he led his followers in 1848, and presided over them as “King” until his murder on July 9, 1856… a murder, by the way, which seems to have at least had the tacit approval of the U.S. government. (Strang, a two-term member of the Michigan House, was planning a Congressional run at the time of his death, and his growing prominence was clearly seen by many to be a threat. And, to make matters worse, he and his congregation also owned valuable property that others coveted. Oh, and then there was the fact that he was the leader of a cult that scared the living shit out of his contemporaries. When you put all the pieces together, it’s hard to imagine any result other than assassination.) Strang’s story, for reasons we’ll soon get into, is one of the most interesting that I’ve stumbled across since moving to Michigan, and I’m having a difficult time letting go of it, even though I’m now hundreds of miles removed from the site of his former kingdom.

My research thus far is still somewhat rudimentary. I interviewed Beaver Island historian Bill Cashman, and spent several hours digging through the collections of the local historical museum, which, by the way, is housed in what had once been Strang’s print shop. (Strang, when he wasn’t receiving prophecy, traveling in search of converts, taking on new wives, or shaking down local fisherman for financial tributes, edited the Daily Northern Islander, norther’s Michigan’s first newspaper.) Here’s what I know thus far.

THE EARLY YEARS

James Jesse Strang was born to a farming family in Scipio, New York on March 21, 1813. He was baptized at 12 as a Baptist. He was, by all accounts, a short man with a disproportionately large head and intense eyes. What he lacked in height, though, he more than made up for in ambition. Here are two excerpts from his diary. It should be noted that certain phrases contained below were originally written in code, and only deciphered generations later by Strang’s grandson, Mark Strang, a banker in Long Beach, California.

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Clearly, farming wasn’t going to satisfy the young Strang. He took up law, and was admitted to the New York bar at age 23. Among other things, he served as Postmaster of his country, a newspaper editor, and a Baptist minister.

THE MORMON CONVERSION

Things began to change for Strang in 1843, according to author Robert Weeks, when Strang and his young wife, Mary Perce, chose to move to Burlington, Wisconsin with their infant child. It was there that the young lawyer had the occasion to attend a Mormon meeting featuring an Apostle of Joseph Smith’s known as “The Wild Ram of the Mountains.” Perhaps envious of the Wild Ram’s ability to move his audience to fits of religious ecstacy, Strang, shortly afterward, made the 200-mile trip to Nauvoo, Illinois to meet Joseph Smith, and join his movement. The following clip comes from Weeks’ book, “King Strang.”

…Nauvoo seethed with political intrigue and violent anti-Mormon feeling. Clearly, the sect could not last much longer in Nauvoo. When Strang proposed to Joseph Smith and his brother Hyrum that he found a Mormon colony near Burlington, Wisconsin, they promptly made him an elder of the church and urged him to report on the possibilities to the north…

Beaver Island historian Bill Cashman used the phrase “business value” when discussing Strang’s conversion to Mormonism. “Strang saw the business value of the religion,” he said. He knew that, with his charisma and drive, he could draw crowds and build a following. And he liked the lifestyle embodied by Joseph Smith. He too wanted to go east and proselytize in the spring. And, in the fall, come back and live off the labor of his followers. And that’s what he did. He was baptized by Smith on February 25, 1844, and, on March 3, he traveled back to Wisconsin to establish the Moron community at Voree… To put it in modern parlance, he essentially bought a franchise.

THE FIGHT FOR THE CHURCH

Joseph Smith wouldn’t live to see Voree. He was murdered by an anti-Mormon mob in Carthage, Illinois on June 27. And, in his absence, a struggle for control took shape, with the relative newcomer, Strang, taking on Brigham Young. The following, again, comes from Weeks.

…At the precise moment when a rifle ball struck Smith causing him to fall to his death out of the second story window of the Carthage jail, Strang was taking a solitary walk through the countryside outside Burlington. As the Prophet’s life was extinguished, Strang said later, he heard celestial music, looked into the sky, and saw an angel accompanied by a heavenly host glide down onto the meadow in which he stood. The angel stretched forth a hand anointing Strang’s head with oil as a sign that henceforth Prophet Strang was to be the supreme ruler of the Saints on earth…

And, according to Strang, this same vision of him as supreme ruler was shared by Smith, who mailed him a letter several days before he died, essentially handing over the church to his care. “The wolves are upon the scent and I am waiting to be offered up if such be the will of God,” said Smith in the letter. God came to him in a vision, he said, and told of Strang’s role going forward. “I bowed my head to the earth and asked only wisdom and strength for the church. The voice of God answered… My servant Joseph thou hast been faithful… Now behold my servant James J. Strang hath come to thee from far for truth when he knew it not and hath not rejected it, but had faith in thee, the shepherd and stone of Israel, and to him shall the gathering of the people be, for he shall plant a stake of Zion in Wisconsin and I will establish it, and there shall my people have peace and rest and shall not be moved in the lands of Racine and Walworth. I will have a house built unto me there of stone…” Brigham Young, as you might expect, dismissed the letter, calling it “a wicked forgery” produced by a “base liar.” (From what I’ve read, most scholars these days seem to think the letter, which is commonly referred to as The Letter of Appointment, was not forged, but really was penned by Smith.)

And, with that, the battle between the two men over the future of the religion began in earnest. Not only did three of Smith’s 12 Apostles support Strang, but so too did Smith’s mother and brother William. And, with their support, and that of a number of individuals excommunicated by Young, Strang set out on a two-pronged attack. First, he traveled the country making the case that the religion deserved to have another true prophet at its head. (Young was a leader, but not a prophet, as I understand it.) And, second, he aggressively made the case that Mormonism should divorce itself completely from the practice of polygamy, the fruits of which, as we all know, were much enjoyed by Brigham Young and his faction.

At this point it’s probably worth noting that Strang didn’t really live up to the second plank of his platform. At the time of his death, in spite of the fact that he started out as an ardent anti-polygamy crusader, he had five wives. (Three of these young wives were pregnant at the time of his death.) Everything apparently changed when he met Elvira Eliza Field, whom he married in a secret ceremony in 1849. For the better part of a year, Strang was able to pass her off as his fictional nephew, “Charlie J. Douglas,” but, in 1850, he came clean with his followers, sharing the fact that Charlie was a woman, and that that he was actively taking ‘plural wives’. Three more wives would follow soon afterward.

Here, according to Wikipedia, is how Strang framed his reversal on polygamy.

…Strang defended his new tenet by claiming that, far from enslaving or demeaning women, polygamy would liberate and “elevate” them by allowing them to choose the best possible mate based upon any factors deemed important to them—even if that mate were already married to someone else. Rather than being forced to wed “corrupt and degraded sires” due to the scarcity of more suitable men, a woman could marry the man she saw as the most compatible to herself, the best candidate to father her children and give her the finest possible life, no matter how many other wives he might have…

It was, you see, all about democracy, and not at all in conflict with the American way of life.

Strang lost some followers as a result of this decision, but it doesn’t look as though his position was in any way diminished. New followers kept coming, and he was elected into the Michigan legislature.

THE REVELATION

As I stated above, Strang had made a decision to market himself as the inheritor of Smith’s prophetic visions, and, toward that end, he began making claims shortly after Smith’s death that he too had been guided to hidden tablets by angels. Here, with more on that, is a clip from The Society for Strang Studies about what have come to be known as the Voree plates.

…As had Joseph Smith before him, Strang claimed to be blessed by heavenly visions, and claimed that an angel had appeared before him, revealing the location of an account of an ancient people, buried in a hill south of White River bridge.

After publicly revealing this vision to his followers on September 13, 1845, four of his most trusted elders accompanied him to a location beneath an oak tree deep in the woods, at which point Strang informed them that it was the spot beneath which the secret was buried. The four men later reported that “the tree was surrounded by a sward of deeply rooted grass, such as is usually found in the openings, and upon the most critical examination we could not discover any indication that it had ever been cut through or disturbed.”

Proceeding to dig, eventually discovering an earthenware case, the witnesses further reported “We examined as we dug all the way with the utmost care. We say, with utmost confidence that no part of the earth through which we dug exhibited any sign or indication that it had been moved or disturbed at any time previous. The roots of the tree stuck down on every side very closely, extending below the case, and closely interwoven with roots from other trees. None of them had been broken or cut away. No clay is found in the country like that of which the case is made.”

Opening the clay case, it was found to contain six mysterious brass plates, which were taken as being of divine origin.

This revelation sealed Strang’s status as a “Prophet and a Seer of God” in the eyes of his followers, and their zealous dedication to their leader increased immeasurably. When the influx of gentile (non-Mormon) settlers into the Voree area threatened to disrupt their lifestyle, Strang set-out to identify a safe refuge for his flock.

Arriving in Northern Michigan, Strang began to search in the Charlevoix area, eventually identifying Beaver Island with its secluded harbor, lush forests and abundant fishing as “where I will come to build up my kingdom”…

Here are drawings of the plates, which have apparently been missing since 1900.

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Of course, as you may have guessed, the plates have been thought to be forgeries from the very beginning. The following is from Wikipedia.

…Isaac Scott, an ex-Strangite, claimed that Caleb Barnes, Strang’s former law partner, said that he and Strang had fabricated them from a tea kettle belonging to Strang’s father-in-law, as part of a land speculation scheme they had hatched.

According to Scott, Barnes and Strang “made the ‘plates’ out of Ben [Perce]’s old kettle and engraved them with an old saw file, and… when completed they put acid on them to corrode them and give them an ancient appearance; and that to deposit them under the tree, where they were found, they took a large auger…which Ben [Perce] owned, put a fork handle on the auger and with it bored a long slanting hole under a tree on ‘The Hill of Promise,’ as they called it, laying the earth in a trail on a cloth as taken out, then put the ‘plates’ in, tamping in all the earth again, leaving no trace of their work visible”…

It’s like something right out of Huckleberry Finn, isn’t it?

THE MOVE TO BEAVER ISLAND

The following comes from the website of the Strangite sect of Mormonism, which still exists today in Wisconsin. (It would seem that they now just number a few hundred.)

…In barely a year, (Strang) had already duplicated Joseph Smith’s style when he announced that he discovered an ancient American record inscribed on brass tablets in a Wisconsin hillside. Before long, he was issuing thousands of tracts and newspapers from his press in Wisconsin, and had gathered together several thousand members to his church. Brigham Young ignored Strang’s affirmations, and took a separate group to near Council Bluffs, Iowa, and eventually to Utah in 1847. In the same year, Strang claimed to have a vision that the gathering place of God’s faithful was instead to be in Michigan, on the Beaver Island archipelago. Land ownership disputes broke out with non-Mormons in the area, as well as jealousies over economic prosperity with neighboring Mackinac. Strang developed the city of Saint James, the best sheltered harbor on Lake Michigan, and established a steamboat wood trade and salted fish export industry…

IT’S GOOD TO BE THE KING

From the Beaver Island Historical Society:

…Strang formed a colony on Beaver Island in 1848. It grew year by year, and soon had the numbers to elect Strang to the state legislature. Trouble with the “gentiles” led to the “War of Whiskey Point”, which the Mormons won by firing a canon at the unruly gang gathered at the trading post. By the early 1850s, most of the non-Mormons had left the Island. The ensuing degree of absolute power went to Strang’s head, and rumors spread about Mormon attrocities. Strang had himself crowned king, and began taking additional wives…

More from The Society for Strang Studies:

…On July 8, 1850 Strang proclaimed himself to be “King of the Kingdom of God on Earth,” before two hundred and thirty five of his followers. While claiming to be King only of his followers, he began extracting tithes from the gentiles, consisting largely of fishermen who called the island home long before the Strangites arrival. Refusing to pay, it was rumored that Strang had many of the fishermen taken into the woods and flogged, in the hope of opening-up their purse strings. Strang then ordered the County Treasurer to hand-over one tenth of the taxes collected on the island, a move that once again met with a wholly negative reception by the island’s “gentile” population.

Strang erected a large log temple, owned a commercial boat and saw mill, which was used to saw lumber for housing for the island’s growing Mormon population. Strang then founded a newspaper “The Northern Islander,” and published books and pamphlets defending his right of Divine rule.

Friction continued to increase between gentile and Mormon, fueled by Strang’s suffocation of the whiskey trade in the area, and his sudden open embracing of polygamy as a “Divine requirement” of his followers. Many scuffles broke-out between the two factions, leading to the “War of Whiskey Point,” won by Strang’s followers when they fired a cannon into an unruly gang of rebels assembled at the trading post. As a result of such altercations, by the early 1850’s most of the gentile population on Beaver Island abandoned their homes for new lives on the mainland.

Mandating a requirement that all Church elders take at least two wives, Strang did his religious duty by marrying his third wife in 1852, and his fourth and fifth in 1855. All-told, Strang fathered twelve children from these five women. In spite of the divine imperative, no more than twenty of the island’s Mormon men were known to have actually practiced polygamy.

Strang’s control of his disciples began to widen beyond matters spiritual. Many consider his edict that women begin wearing bloomers, as opposed to the customary long skirts of the time, to have been a major component in the resentment that led to his eventual downfall.

By 1851 Strang and his entourage managed to hold all the political offices on nearby Mackinac Island, to which Beaver Island and its neighboring islands were attached for judicial and elective purposes. However, the continuing unrest between the gentiles and Mormons on the island, combined with Strang’s unconventional religious practices was not going unnoticed…

THE FINAL ACT

From the Society for Strang Studies:

…The Michigan “Mormon trouble” eventually reached President Millard Fillmore himself. Fillmore instructed the Attorney General to issue orders to the U.S. district attorney of Michigan to begin prosecution of Strang for offenses punishable in the federal court. Some of the Federal charges being delaying the mail, cutting timber from pubic lands, tax irregularities and counterfeiting.

The US Naval gunboat “Michigan” was immediately dispatched to Beaver Island. Onboard, a US Marshall, Deputies and the District Attorney with highest level orders to deliver Strang and his followers to stand trial the Federal Court in Detroit. Though some subterfuge, almost one hundred of Strang’s followers were lured to the ship, arriving in Detroit in May of 1851.

The trial was set for the next month, and a deal was struck to allow the release of all defendants on bail. The Deputy Clerk of the Court was instructed to travel to Beaver Island to depose all witnesses. The trial ran from June 20th through July 10th. Strang drawing on his past experience served as his own defense attorney.

It would appear that he did an admirable job, as against all expectation he won the case, and in victory he led his followers back to his Beaver Island Kingdom. The astounding court victory further sealed his power-base, and Strang was elected to the State legislature.

In 1856, David Brown reportedly found his wife in bed with his business partner, Thomas Bedford. A group of Mormon men seized Bedford and administered immediate justice through the administration of seventy-nine lashes across Bedford’s back.

As a result of his treatment, a strong resentment grew within Bedford for Strang and his teachings. It would appear that Bedford was not the only member of the community to have misgivings concerning Strang’s leadership, as Bedford and a group of 40 other men ambushed Strang on June 16, 1856, mortally wounding the King. The wounded Strang, along with most of his followers, set sail for Voree two days later, where Strang passed away a month later on July 8 – King’s Day.

On Strang’s death, most of the Irish fishermen who had lived on Beaver Island prior to Strang’s arrival, returned home. In fact, they found the island an improved place, since under Strang’s “rule,” significant improvements in cultivation, roads and housing had been made, transforming a large area of the island from wilderness to a civilized outpost…

It doesn’t mention it here, but the two men who delivered the fatal shots, after doing so, ran aboard the USS Michigan, and were transported to safety. They eventually received mock trials on Mackinac Island, were fined $1.25, and released… As for King Strang’s other followers leaving the island, that certainly happened, but I’m told it wasn’t of their own volition. As I understand it, they were given 24 hours to get onboard ships and leave the Island. The alternative, they were told, would be to burn to death inside their homes. Some of the Strangites renounced their religion, and were allowed to stay. All the others, and there were some 2,600 of them, chose to hand their possessions over to the mob and leave the island… In spite of all of this, though, the sect continues in Voree, Wisconsin, with a congregation of approximately 200, none of whom, as I understand it, are related to Strang.

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Ypsilanti on Labor Day

I’d wanted to write an epic post about the meaning of Labor Day, but then I read Paul Krugman’s piece in today’s New York Times, realized that he’d done a better job of it than I could ever hope to, and decided to spend my time instead wondering around Ypsilanti with my camera. What follows are a few of the snapshots that I took, followed by an excerpt from Friedman’s opinion piece, which I’d highly recommend that you read.

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[Shed exoskeletons of cicadas clinging to the yarn-bombed branch of a tree on Washington Street.]

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[A disarmingly beautiful little revolutionary crawling up onto one of the chairs at the unofficial Water Street Commons information booth in search of something to smash.]

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[A sign in the woods to the south of Michigan Avenue, along the Huron River, asking for information concerning the whereabouts of a ferret that’s been “gone two weeks”.]

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[A gaggle of what sounded to be frat brothers floating loudly down the Huron River, right beneath the footbridge separating Waterworks Park from Water Street.]

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[A well-worn chair in front of a house on South Street.]

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[Two delightful young women on Grove Street listening to their car radio while doing their hair.]

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[A man fly fishing in the Huron River, right between Frog Island Park and Riverside Park.]

When it’s taken altogether, it’s kind of beautiful, isn’t it?

And I know I don’t really have the time for another project at the moment, but I was thinking, as I was walking around, talking with folks, and shooting photos, that it would be cool to have a city-wide photo project of some sort… The idea is still taking shape, but I’m thinking that we could choose a day and all go out with our cameras that morning, looking for interesting things to shoot and share. I’m imaging a whole page of photos accompanied by short write-ups, allowing each of us an opportunity to both share things about our lives, and look into segments of our community that we might not otherwise have an opportunity to. And, if we planned it right, I bet we could even get the schools onboard… What do you think? Wouldn’t that be cool?

Now here’s that excerpt from Paul Krugman’s op-ed piece that I promised:

It wasn’t always about the hot dogs. Originally, believe it or not, Labor Day actually had something to do with showing respect for labor.
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Here’s how it happened: In 1894 Pullman workers, facing wage cuts in the wake of a financial crisis, went on strike — and Grover Cleveland deployed 12,000 soldiers to break the union. He succeeded, but using armed force to protect the interests of property was so blatant that even the Gilded Age was shocked. So Congress, in a lame attempt at appeasement, unanimously passed legislation symbolically honoring the nation’s workers.

It’s all hard to imagine now. Not the bit about financial crisis and wage cuts — that’s going on all around us. Not the bit about the state serving the interests of the wealthy — look at who got bailed out, and who didn’t, after our latter-day version of the Panic of 1893. No, what’s unimaginable now is that Congress would unanimously offer even an empty gesture of support for workers’ dignity. For the fact is that many of today’s politicians can’t even bring themselves to fake respect for ordinary working Americans.

Consider, for example, how Eric Cantor, the House majority leader, marked Labor Day last year: with a Twitter post declaring “Today, we celebrate those who have taken a risk, worked hard, built a business and earned their own success.” Yep, he saw Labor Day as an occasion to honor business owners…

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