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Papenfuse to Perform 1st Same-Sex Wedding

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A scene from last week’s rally at the Capitol after a federal judge struck down Pennsylvania’s ban on same-sex marriage.

 

Harrisburg Mayor Eric Papenfuse will perform his first same-sex marriage ceremony tomorrow, according to his office.

Papenfuse said that he will wed Terry F. Toothman and Joseph J. Villone, former long-time city residents who have been a couple for 38 years. Both men spent their careers working in Harrisburg.

The wedding will take place in the atrium of City Hall at 4 p.m.

“The honor is all mine in being asked to perform the ceremony,” Papenfuse said. “And I welcome all couples that would like to wed at City Hall. I have already performed several marriage ceremonies and am delighted to do so for any couple that wants to make this public commitment.”

Papenfuse has received several other requests to preside over same-sex marriages, which will take place over the next few weeks, according to his office.

 

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Harrisburg Mayor Ready to Perform Same-Sex Marriages

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Harrisburg Mayor Eric Papenfuse speaks at a recent event.

Harrisburg Mayor Eric Papenfuse today said he stands ready to perform same-sex marriages after a federal court struck down Pennsylvania’s gay marriage ban. 

Furthermore, he said he “welcomes” the ruling by U.S. District Judge John E. Jones III, which was issued earlier today.

“This is an historic ruling, and one that I wholeheartedly welcome,” Papenfuse said. “The doors of City Hall are open to all couples who want to wed.”

Papenfuse has performed several wedding ceremonies in his first months in office, and he said will wed same-sex couples who request it.

Jones’ ruling was the fourth state ban to be struck down over the past month.

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Harrisburg Mayor: The Lights Are Coming Back On

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Harrisburg has begun repairing light fixtures throughout the city, including this one in Riverfront Park in Shipoke.

 

Harrisburg plans to replace most of its streetlights by the end of the year, fixing a years-long problem that has left many streets in the dark, the city said today.

Shortly, the city will issue a request for proposals (RFP) to install energy-efficient LED lights for its 4,269 “cobra-head” light fixtures, said Mayor Eric Papenfuse.

“I believe [the installation] can be done before the end of the year,” he said.

The $2 to $3 million project will be paid through funds from the city’s infrastructure silo, which was set up as part of its economic recovery plan.

The city also has 1,131 “acorn-style” fixtures. Those lights will be replaced in a second phase of work.

LED lights should save the city about $250,000 a year in energy costs and are as much as 10-times brighter than the existing lights, said Papenfuse.

In addition, Harrisburg has begun repairing and replacing the 72 broken light fixtures in the city, many of which have been downed through auto accidents or age. So far, seven fixtures have been fixed. This work will continue over the next few months, independent of the RFP.

Harrisburg also is asking for help from the community. On June 7, two groups—Historic Harrisburg Association and Lighten Up Harrisburg—will sponsor a Glow Run to help raise money to defray some of the cost of the light replacement. A new bulb costs $75 to purchase, plus the cost of labor, said city Treasurer John Campbell.

To find out more about the Glow Run 5K, visit https://historicharrisburg.com.

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Impermanence in Midtown

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On Friday, a few minutes before 2 p.m., and some 40 hours, give or take, after a pair of moldering properties on Derry St. became the latest in the city’s run of high-profile collapses, there commenced in a back room in the heart of Midtown another kind of ritual destruction. To demonstrate the Buddhist doctrine of impermanence, six Tibetan monks from the Drepung Gomang monastery, in India, sat beside a temporary shrine to the Dalai Lama and prepared to obliterate a work of art.

The work in question was a sand mandala, which the monks had constructed, over the course of four days, in Historic Harrisburg’s office building at Verbeke and 3rd Street. Perched on a three-foot-square wooden table, and composed entirely of colored sand, in brilliant white, yellow, red, blue and green, the mandala contained images of conch shells, mongooses and Himalayan dragons in an intricate geometric array. There was also at least one pair of what looked like clouds trailing wisps of vapor, identified by one of the monks as “precious umbrellas,” and symbolizing, according to a printed cheat-sheet, “the wholesome activity of preserving beings from illness, harmful forces, obstacles and so forth in this life and all kinds of temporary and enduring sufferings of the three lower realms, and the realms of men and gods in future lives.”

The monks had come to town Monday afternoon and were to leave the following Sunday. They spent the week in and around the city, giving talks and workshops, chanting in the Capitol rotunda, and, on Thursday, coloring with children at the Midtown Scholar Bookstore. On the night of their arrival, they attended a welcome dinner at the Mohler Senior Center in Hershey, where one of them explained their training at the monastery while their handler, Tenzin, translated.

“They study Buddhist philosophy. They debate,” Tenzin said. The monk clapped. “They must spend day in debate.” The monk clapped again. (Later, addressing the room, Tenzin apologized for his translations: “I am monk’s van driver. We had translator, he went back to India.”)

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Drepung Gomang sends a group of monks to the United States each year, to spread awareness of their plight—their literature explains that, like the Dalai Lama, they have been exiled from Tibet by the Chinese government—and to raise funds by selling their merchandise and soliciting donations. Sue Simone, who has been the national coordinator of their trips for the past seven years, noted that they’d traveled from coast to coast, to California and to New York City’s Carnegie Hall. Their host in Harrisburg was Simone’s cousin, Joan McCabe, who put them up on borrowed folding beds and air mattresses at her home in Hershey.

“They get up each morning and cook breakfast, and you wake up to the smell of cilantro,” McCabe said. “You think they’re all holy, but they like to laugh, too.” She pointed out her husband next to one of the monks. They were both soccer fans, she explained, and after the monk’s favored team beat her husband’s, the monk kept teasing him about it into the next day. “I’ll be devastated when their van pulls away Sunday,” she said.

After Monday’s dinner, the monks offered a long chanted prayer, which included passages of “throat singing,” a deep-register, droning form of vocalization which is to a bass singer what a subwoofer is to an iHome. For most, it was a brow-furrowed, eyes-closed, gently-rocking-to-and-fro kind of singing. The prayer leader, Lobsang Chosphel, cleared his throat now and again throughout, at one point wiping beads of sweat from his forehead with his saffron robe.

On Friday, when it came time to destroy the mandala, the monks began with more chanting. One rang a bell, and another clashed cymbals. Then they donned tall yellow hats, reminiscent of Trojan helmets, with fuzzy cloth ridges running from their foreheads to the back of their necks. One of the monks circled the mandala several times, ringing the bell, while the cymbals continued clanging. Then he picked up flower petals from a bowl and tossed them onto the table.

You wouldn’t think impermanence was something you could hear, but to a pair of ears at a certain distance, the thud of the flowers landing said it all: the invisible bubble around the mandala, a near-perfect work of art, with its crisp lines and blazing hues, had been pierced irrevocably. The rest was just follow-through. The monk made a few more passes, cutting lines through the sand with his thumb, until the mandala was split up into eight equal wedges, like a pizza. Then more monks came forward with brushes and swept over it, turning it first into a smear of bright colors and then into a pile of brown sand.

Tenzin, at the ready with a paper box from Giant, approached and began scooping the former mandala into sandwich bags, forming free souvenirs. Then, the monks marched down Verbeke Street to the riverfront, where, below a set of concrete stairs whose impermanence needs no ritual reminders, they dumped what was left of the mandala out of an urn and into the Susquehanna.

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Warrior of Song: Musician Widad on her past, her coming release and the Harrisburg arts wave.

Screenshot 2014-04-30 10.23.29Music has been a part of Harrisburg-based singer-songwriter Camela Widad’s life for, well, pretty much all of it.

The folky songstress (she pronounces her first name like ‘Pamela’ with a “C” and her last like saying yes in French, Wee-Dod) began her musical training at age 7 and continued through high school. But, despite her immersion in music, she never really considered it a career option.

“When I as a junior in high school, I was accepted into five universities and, on a whim, I applied for a theater scholarship at one and got it,” she explained. “So, sort of last minute, I decided to let out the secret that I always saw myself on the stage.”

Widad got a degree in theater performance and spent several years as a working actor.  And, although she did venture into musical theater every now and again, she found that her musical abilities were called upon fairly often.

“I would add music or singing to roles that had none or add harmonies to songs in shows that previously didn’t have any,” Widad explained.  “People started to take notice, more often than not, guys in bands that wanted a singer or playwrights who wanted a song or music in their show.”

Eventually, she was given an opportunity that set her on the path she is today.

“When I was 23, I ended up with an amazing theater gig: sketch comedy, avant garde theater and live music with a ‘real’ rock band all in one company. I was in heaven!” she said.

Widad was performing more and more music, and people like it.

“The regulars in the audience started really responding to my singing, and I took it as a sign,” she explained. Widad took her one original song, started hitting open mics, and things began to take off.

“Within six months, I had 10 new songs, was in the studio and had a manager,” she said.  She decided to hit the road and head to Austin, Texas, “just to see what would happen.”

“I just thought, okay, let’s try this for a while, and it turned into 10 years of being an indie artist, learning the art and craft of songwriting and meeting so many amazing people,” she said. 

Widad describes her sound as having the “passion of old school soul, but then, at the last minute, some softness kicks in that makes it feel like ‘60s folk.”

“I’ve always been drawn to the human experience,” she said, “good, bad, darkness and lightness of living, so the writing reflects those stories of hope and heartache. Songs about real folks.”

Widad released her first album, “Eve,” in 1999, which she describes as “a gritty folk rock album.” She then recorded 2001’s completely acoustic “Call to the Soul,” followed by “Food for the Traveler” (2005) and “Before You’re Gone” (2009), both of which were recorded with a full band.

“From my first album, I’ve explored sound,” she said.  “[I wasn’t] sure who I was as an artist and insatiably curious about so many genres, [and I was] wondering where I wanted to land.”

Widad’s fifth studio album, “Warriors of Love,” will be released this spring.  She describes the album as “folk, acoustic, Americana,” and she had a specific vision for the album.

“[The album] inspires the concept of being a warrior,” Widad explained, “not of hate or revenge, but one of the hardest things to be when you’re down, hurt or angry: a warrior of love.”

“Warriors of Love” was funded, in part, by a campaign on the crowd-funding site Indiegogo.  Although the Indiegogo campaign has ended, she is still collecting donations through her website to fund a corresponding radio campaign in support of the album.

Widad now lives in Harrisburg, which is exactly where she wants to be.

“I am finding that there is a renaissance happening for Harrisburg on many levels,” she said.  “So many creative people are coming here to not only find inexpensive spaces to live and create, but there are new venues popping up. The grassroots community is gathering to create space for art and music, farmers markets, green initiatives… this is how great cities are made.”

She believes that artists can lead the way to create a social scene that attracts tourism and gathers people together, while creating something beautiful.

“I feel like being in Harrisburg right now is the perfect time because the wave has begun,” she said.

Learn more about Camela Widad and her music at www.widadmusic.com.

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A Reasonable Balance: City, citizens share the job of making Harrisburg function.

Screenshot 2014-04-30 10.15.37“It is now the moment when by common consent we pause to become conscious of our national life and to rejoice in it, to recall what our country has done for each of us, and to ask ourselves what we can do for our country in return.”

John F. Kennedy paraphrased this original statement by Supreme Court Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes into what most of us are more familiar with:

“And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.”

Kennedy’s quote, in particular, has been explicitly and implicitly directed to the people of Harrisburg more than once over the past few years. The onus becomes ask not what your city can do for you, but what you can do for your city.

While it’s an eternal statement that evokes a sense of civic responsibility and loyalty, for some Harrisburg residents, it’s increasingly losing its power.

Right now, there is a high demand being put on the citizens of Harrisburg, and that demand is spreading to citizens beyond the city’s limits, and, logically so, because Harrisburg does not exist in isolation of its surroundings.

It exists as the capital city of Pennsylvania, in the County of Dauphin, center of the region. Thus, it makes sense that, as a region, we are being asked to be patient, to be helpful, and to be willing to sacrifice for the good of the capital city and its future.

Yet what about the other part of the equation?

As we recall what the city has done for us, it’s difficult to be motivated to give even more than we already have when the balance of give-and-take feels so askew.

In return for our patience, aid and sacrifice, what is it that we can expect from the city of Harrisburg?

Such a loaded question.

To be sure, the answer will depend on who is asked. Increasingly, though, to many residents, commuters and visitors, the answer is simple.

Each and every citizen expects to be safe and sound.

Beyond the obvious services of police and fire, we must recognize what else is included in public safety and well-being. It encompasses not only a sense of protection from harm, but also clean and sanitary streets, well-lit ways, defense against blight and sound infrastructure.

These are the basics that we citizens pay for, the cost of our taxes for the services of safety and well-being. Ideally, the services should at least equal the cost. This is what the city should be able to guarantee us in return for our residency, along with our patience, aid and sacrifice.

The perception, though, is that we are not guaranteed these basic services, and, unfortunately, reality keeps giving us examples proving that perception to be true.

The trash, the blight, the broken and burnt-out lights, pitted streets and the negligent property owners—these are signs of the demise of a city.

Absolutely, the good stuff exists here in Harrisburg, but it’s tough for it to persevere when the basics seem to be slipping between the cracks of disintegration.

Unmistakably, it’s going to take the efforts of everyone—citizens and government—to make the city prevail over its challenges.

However, who should do what? What is up to the citizens, and what is up to the government?

Currently, those lines are blurry.

Out of City Hall, we hear a variety of news, but, when it comes down to it, public trash cans overflow, blight continues to rot, lights aren’t on, streets worsen and property ordinances are profusely neglected.

Of course, we all know there is a deficient city workforce to accomplish all that needs done.

With a lack of people in place to do it all, it’s essential the lines of duty and action be as clear as possible.

Residents, business owners, commuters and visitors need to be encouraged to do their part—to pick up litter, to follow the laws, to report wrongdoings and to hold the city accountable.

And, on the city’s part, it needs to focus its efforts to empty the trash cans, turn on the lights, fix the streets and enforce the rules.

We must strike a reasonable balance of duty and action.

Otherwise, the potential prosperity of this capital city—a symbol of national governance and American independence—will be threatened by delinquency and excessive demand on the public.

Then both Holmes and Kennedy will undoubtedly roll over in their graves each time someone quotes them here in Harrisburg.

Tara Leo Auchey is creator and editor of todays the day Harrisburg. www.todaysthedayhbg.com.

 

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Harrisburg Needs People: We should welcome change, not fear it.

Screenshot 2014-04-30 10.58.20About a week after I moved to Harrisburg, I decided to take a long walk through downtown and Midtown to get a feel for my new city.

From my house on Front Street, I hiked up 2nd Street then looped around to 3rd, past the Capitol, across Forster, up past the Broad Street Market and home again.

After my journey, I had an uneasy feeling that can be best be summarized by the following: “What is the deal with this place?”

I had been to Harrisburg before, but had never looked at it or thought about it from the perspective as a resident, as someone who planned to stay and make it his home.

But it wasn’t so much the unrestored buildings that I passed that bothered me, or the trash in the streets, or the ugliness and perilous vibe of Forster Street. I was most unnerved by the sense of desolation, the fact that I was the only person on the street for much of my walk.

“It’s like a neutron bomb went off,” I told a friend who lives in Washington, D.C., where I had come from. “There are all these buildings, but no people.”

Granted, it was a cold January day, but it also was the center of a city, right near the Capitol building, a place that should have been busy in the middle of the afternoon. But it wasn’t, and the surreal, eerie sense of isolation I felt only grew as I headed back to Midtown.

Five years later, the situation has improved somewhat. I see more people about, even during the past nasty winter, helped by the opening of several terrific businesses and the renovation of a few historic buildings.

That said, when someone asks me what Harrisburg most needs, my answer is quick and unwavering: Harrisburg needs people.

Empty Spaces

That’s why I found the recent discussion about gentrification to be so puzzling. Harrisburg has many problems, from crime to infrastructure woes to service delivery challenges. Population displacement is not among them.

Look around almost any neighborhood. What do you see? Empty lots, places where houses and buildings used to be. There are empty lots downtown used for parking; empty lots in Midtown used for nothing; empty lots all over Allison Hill and Southside. There’s a large, empty lot right outside my office window.

Fifty years ago, people went in and out of buildings on these lots each day, all day long. Take a look at page 16 of last month’s issue, and you’ll see a century-old aerial view of the neighborhood around the Broad Street Market, commercial and residential buildings packed into every inch of space, places where people resided, shopped and socialized—lived their lives.

What’s there today? Two large, empty fields, a parking lot, some low-density housing. In some cases, ghosts of the past remain, historic buildings struggling to find new purpose.

Throughout the city, buildings are underutilized. Some are empty; others exist as shadows of what they once were; a number are tumbling down. Harrisburg is a city built for 100,000 people. It has half that population today.

These lots, abandoned buildings and barely habitable structures are just waiting for someone to want them. The day there is demand, developers will rush in, seizing them from the city’s army of slumlords and negligent owners and giving them new purpose and function. Harrisburg has a long, long way to go before so much land is redeveloped that displacement is a serious issue.

Amazing Renaissance

About 15 years ago, former Washington Mayor Anthony Williams declared a goal to increase his city’s population by 100,000 people. Like many American cities, D.C. had long suffered the ravages of disinvestment and blight and, as a consequence, had lost a large percentage of its population, though never proportionally as much as Harrisburg.

At the time, Washington’s alternative newspaper, The City Paper, in its usual snarky way, poked fun at Williams’ grand ambition by creating (if memory serves) what it called a “Tony-O-Meter.”

Each week, it documented some event (a crime, a subway breakdown, a dumb thing a City Council member said, etc.) and then made up a number to sarcastically show how many people the city had gained or lost as a result. Williams’ image was plastered to the face of this meter, with a pointer fluttering over it to represent the weekly fictional changes in the populace.

But you know what? The city achieved exactly what Williams sought to do. Washington has increased its population from about 550,000 at its low point in the mid-1990s to about 650,000 today. And those additional people have brought money and investment that has led to an amazing urban renaissance.

Harrisburg reminds me a lot of Washington back in the 1990s, during Williams’ day. Back then, D.C., like Harrisburg today, was just emerging from an historic financial crisis, with fresh leadership that refused to be deterred by cynics, armchair critics or by those who perversely wanted to keep the city down so they could continue to profit from its misery.

Harrisburg can plant the seeds of its own revival. But, to make it happen, we need to attract, not be afraid of, people and the investment and change they’ll bring. We have to be welcoming, a place where people will want to live, work and visit. We need to focus on making Harrisburg better and more prosperous, not become complacent or cynical or, even worse, distracted by phony controversies that get us nowhere. 

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For the City: This election cycle, candidates need to embrace a smart, pro-urban agenda.

TheBurg tries to bring engaged community reporting to you every month.

We attempt to tell local stories about the 95 percent of what is right in our area, not only the 5 percent that is wrong. Where we point out problems, we try to focus on contextual analysis and concrete suggestions about how to make things better for Harrisburg and the region.

However, one of the major challenges for Harrisburg—similar to the struggles of many small urban areas in Pennsylvania—is that, far too often, the small urban core is highly dependent on policies, economic structures and laws that are beyond the control of city government and its citizens.  

Harrisburg, for instance, has less than 10 percent of the population of the larger Metropolitan Statistic Area (MSA) (fewer than 50,000 residents compared to more than 600,000 in the surrounding region). Locally, Lancaster and York cities are similarly around 10 percent (York) and 11 percent (Lancaster) of the population of their surrounding counties. The wider regions can and do thrive economically, while problems get concentrated in the relatively small, poorer urban cores.

These arbitrary political boundaries are part of a legacy derived loosely from a German city-state government model, as opposed to a British (county) system used by other states (and perhaps a subject of a future column). Nonetheless, they have very real and current effects on the day-to-day operation of our city and similar cities throughout the commonwealth.

So, it is no wonder that cities across Pennsylvania have multiple problems at the municipal level. Recently, as many as 26 municipalities across the state have been under Act 47, and many others are similarly distressed. While the state-appointed receiver recently ceded his power back to local government in Harrisburg, the city remains under Act 47. 

If we are to hope that Harrisburg returns to long-term fiscal health, municipal leaders need to do the hard work here locally, much of which is underway due to the Harrisburg Strong Plan, but we also need to fight for better statewide and regional policies. In that spirit, here are my “Top 5” issues that I hope to hear more about in the fall legislative and gubernatorial campaigns.

1. Reform the public school funding formula. As I have mentioned in this space before, one of the principal impediments to economic growth in Harrisburg is the tax rate on real estate. At a total of 45 mils (30 mils from the school district alone), a homeowner with a house assessed at $100,000 faces a $4,500 annual tax bill. These rates make it nearly impossible to build new housing in Harrisburg without other incentives. Other states—like Michigan—have faced similar burdens and have shifted away from real estate taxes as the primary funding source for public schools. We should do that in PA.

2. Reform municipal pensions. One of the greatest costs faced by municipal government is the health care and pension costs of retired city workers. These contracts and rules are often beyond the power of local officials to deal with, but are projected to reach nearly 30 percent of the entire city budget in some cities like Allentown as early as 2015. A statewide solution to this issue must be implemented for cities like Harrisburg to thrive.

3. Land banking of vacant properties. Pittsburgh just passed a new “Land Bank” proposal that has the support of its popular new Mayor Bill Peduto. Harrisburg has a long-standing program to acquire and demolish or restore distressed properties, but it suffers from a severe lack of funding. The budget for 2014, for instance, will be largely consumed by one recent structure that fell on its neighbors and required immediate removal. A state program that provides long-term low or no-interest loans (or better, grants) to cities for the purpose of blight removal, land banking and re-use/restoration would go a long way toward addressing blight issues throughout the state.

4. Repair public works. Major public works, such as Riverfront Park’s river walk in Harrisburg, are in need of repair and refurbishment. These public spaces are enjoyed by a wide variety of citizens throughout the area. By involving the county, region and state in the maintenance and care of these important public amenities, the burden easily can be shared by all who enjoy them, not merely the ones who choose to live in the municipality where they are located. 

5. Take action on tax-exempt properties. The argument that non-profits should be free riders that do not pay for police and fire protection, road maintenance and the like and, thus, are exempt from city property taxes, is difficult to maintain as cities come under increased stress to pay for these services. If school funding were handled by implementing suggestion No. 1, this change would be far less painful for existing non-profits. Mayor Rick Gray in Lancaster recently addressed this problem as one of his top issues.  Harrisburg Mayor Eric Papenfuse has mentioned it as one of his options for closing the city budget gap in Harrisburg in 2014. However, both leaders are largely reduced to trying to persuade civic-minded non-profit leaders to make payments in lieu of taxes (so-called PILOTs). Providing municipalities with the ability to require payments for police and fire would dramatically work to relieve and more equitably share the burden of local government services.

These are just of few of the many issues that could help Pennsylvania revitalize its small towns and cities to the benefit of all of us. Hopefully, we will hear these issues discussed this year.

J. Alex Hartzler is publisher of TheBurg.

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Business Still Hopping at Red Rabbit: So many years, so many Bunny Burgers.

Screenshot 2014-04-30 10.19.58When did you take a bite of your first Bunny Burger?

Since 1964, millions of midstaters have regarded their first trip to the Red Rabbit Drive-In as almost a rite of passage, a tradition that continues as the old-school eatery celebrates its 50th anniversary this year.

The 1950s retro vibe is reminiscent of the popular “Happy Days” television show, with orders delivered curbside. Pull up, park and give your order; it’s that convenient. A waiter or waitress will return with a tray, and you’ll be on your way to enjoying a meal with the family within the cozy confines of your vehicle. Nearby picnic tables are nestled beneath a roof for those who prefer more elbow room and the opportunity to dine al fresco.

On the menu is an array of standard, uncomplicated family fare from hamburgers to cheeseburgers, fish sandwiches, ham and pork barbecue and, of course, fries. Dinners include chicken, shrimp and fish, to name a few, and the homemade coleslaw is always a hit. Hungry guests can warm up with a bowl of chili during the colder months, and little ones especially enjoy the chicken fingers, grilled cheese, hot dogs, ice cream, shakes and slush puppies.

Because the Red Rabbit closes for 10 weeks each year after Thanksgiving, many customers anxiously await its re-opening in February as a harbinger of spring, when families can shake off those winter doldrums and hit the open road for a bite of something tasty.

First-timers take note and plan accordingly: The Red Rabbit only serves customers from Friday through Sunday.

A Tasty Idea

Manager Sam Berger’s grandparents, Sam and Maggie Snyder, started the little roadside restaurant on a plot of land about 15 miles upriver from Harrisburg, where Distlefink’s Ice Cream and Sandwich Shop was previously located.

“Grandpop had always been involved in the restaurant business, and he was a baker on a ship during WWII,” said Berger. “He later worked with his brothers in a restaurant called the Barbecue Cottage before deciding to go off on his own. He and my grandmother purchased a house off the Amity Hall exit and would drive back and forth to Harrisburg for work. When Distlefink’s closed, they sat in the car before buying the property to determine the amount of traffic they would have.”

It turned out the decision to buy the property was a wise one, and the business with the catchy phrase and cute logo took off.

“The bunny logo is my mother’s artwork; she designed it while in high school,” said Berger. “My grandparents then created the catchphrase, ‘Make Red Rabbit a Habit.’”

Berger’s parents, Sam and Cindy, took over the business in 1988, and, today, they employ 30 staffers. Sam helps manage the business that has remained fairly steady throughout the years.

“We do our best to stay with the original concept of quality and good service,” he said. “They are the two mainstays that my parents and grandparents have continued.”

One of the few things that has changed is online traffic. Thanks to social media, the Red Rabbit is now mentioned on Yelp, Foursquare and TripAdvisor, and the Facebook page is gaining in popularity.

As for traditional traffic, Berger said that’s been fairly constant and is almost evenly split between locals and those just passing through.

“We do get a lot of business from Penn State fans during football season,” said Berger.

Fan Stories

Lancaster resident Christina Schoffstall is one of those Penn State fans who makes it a point to stop when passing through. 

“My husband and his family went to the Red Rabbit as a family tradition on the way to their cabin every few weeks, and one of the highlights was eating dinner in the car,” she said. “He had such a fond memory of those times that he started taking me. We now take our children there after the Penn State games. As parents, it’s enjoyable for us to hear them say, ‘there is the wed wabbit.’”

Cindy Moyer of Northumberland has been a fan for years.

“When my brother and I were kids, we made many trips to Linglestown to visit my aunt, uncle and their kids,” she said. “Every time we went to visit, we’d stop for Bunny Burgers. I’ve been eating Bunny Burgers my entire life.”

For those unfamiliar with Bunny Burgers, take heart—they have nothing to do with the cute furry animals that hop. The popular menu item consists of a ground beef burger, hickory smoked bacon, melted cheese, shredded lettuce, tomato slices, pickles, onions and a special sauce on a seeded roll.

Moyer lost her parents in the ‘90s, so the pilgrimage fills her with nostalgia.

“Each time my husband and I stop for Bunny Burgers, we order three—one for each of us, and one we get cut in half to eat in honor/memory of my parents and my husband’s mother who also loved stopping for Bunny Burgers,” she said. “We will make the trek for Bunny Burgers until we are unable to do so.”

Berger said hearing such stories warms the hearts of the family that works so hard at what they do.

“We’re thrilled when we hear stories of customers who come back year after year and generation after generation, and we are thankful to work with the employees that we do—some of them third generation,” he said. “Of course, we very much appreciate all of our customers and the fans of the Red Rabbit. We expect to be around for a long time, who knows, maybe another 50 years.”

The Red Rabbit is located at 60 Benvenue Rd. (Route 322), Duncannon, a half-mile west of the Clarks Ferry Bridge. For hours of operation and more, visit www.redrabbitdrivein.com.

 

 

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After the Fall: A church collapse, a bishop’s arrest and the mayor’s crackdown on blight.

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On the night of Feb. 21, just after 6 p.m., the Harrisburg fire department responded to a call about the partial collapse of a building on S. 12th Street, near the border between Harrisburg and Steelton.

The building, a three-story brick warehouse on a steeply sloping road above S. Cameron, had been abandoned for several years. Its south wall, covered in scraggly vegetation, had long showed a 10-foot-by-5-foot hole from a prior collapse. This time, the roof had caved in, dragging power lines down onto a neighbor’s porch and spilling bricks from the north wall into a nearby yard.

Crews evacuated two families from a neighboring property and searched the premises for squatters. More than an hour later, around 7:40 p.m., police arrived with the building’s owner, a 48-year-old pastor named Augustus Sullivan. Sullivan is the founder of the Victory Outreach Christian Church, which had once called the building home. Tall and fit, with closely shaved salt-and-pepper hair and a trim goatee, he showed up wearing a baseball cap and a nondescript puffy coat. Most of the reporters on the scene appear not to have recognized him. Ewa Roman, with CBS21, later recalled hearing a small commotion, followed by a voice saying, “The owner’s here, the owner’s here.” News cameras surrounded Sullivan, filming and taking pictures while officers led him in handcuffs to a police van.

A few days before the collapse, at a public forum in city hall, Harrisburg’s new mayor, Eric Papenfuse, had promised to take a harder line on blight. The forum, hosted by PennLive, featured a panel discussion with the mayor, the police chief, the public works director and members of City Council. It covered topics ranging from snow removal to police patrols and potholes.

When the moderator brought up blight, Papenfuse laid out his vision for enforcement. It included merging the city’s codes office into the police department and conducting warrant sweeps to catch known offenders. It also included increasing misdemeanor charges for negligent property owners, for things like creating a public nuisance and reckless endangerment. “In many cases we know who the largest offenders are, we know where they live, and it’s simply a matter of going out and, basically, getting them,” Papenfuse said.

On Friday night, police stood outside long enough for Sullivan, ball cap removed, to be photographed and filmed by news media. He was ultimately charged with three misdemeanors: public nuisance, reckless endangerment and failure to prevent a catastrophe. After his arrest, the fire chief held an impromptu press conference at the scene, during which he adopted the same tough stance as the mayor. “I think this should send a resounding message to the slumlords in the city of Harrisburg that we will no longer play the game with you,” he said. “We are going to come after you, and we are going to make the city right again.”

On Monday, the city released a stack of records showing a series of codes violations for the church going back to 2008. By that point, a clearer picture had emerged of exactly whom the city had arrested. Sullivan, who formally goes by the title The Apostle Dr. A. E. Sullivan, Jr., is the president of the Interdenominational Ministers Conference of Greater Harrisburg, a politically active association of black preachers. In the fall, he had spoken out forcefully against the state-appointed receiver’s recovery plan for the city. He had even shown up in Commonwealth Court to protest its confirmation, though he filed no formal objection. In early 2013, it was rumored that he had contemplated running for mayor.

Sullivan’s arrest polarized the community. Some saw a justly harsh response to dangerous negligence—the collapse would ultimately displace nine people for more than a month. But others saw a politically motivated attempt to humiliate a prominent black leader. The day after the arrest, Sullivan’s attorney told a reporter for PennLive that her client had no knowledge that the building was unsound. She would later complain of “disparate treatment,” citing a “long list of people” facing similar violations who were not arrested in the same manner. (Sullivan has since filed a civil complaint, alleging that, when the city eventually demolished the church, it did so without proper notice and at an excessively high cost.)

It’s one thing to make a campaign promise, and another actually to follow through, especially when doing so implicates people with deep ties in the community you serve. In the weeks after the collapse, Papenfuse stood by his officers while Sullivan’s supporters rallied. The mayor’s crackdown on blight, barely inscribed as policy, was facing its first real test. 

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A week and a half before the collapse, Sullivan was preaching in a church in São Marcos, a town in the southernmost state of Brazil. He had arrived that morning, Tuesday, Feb. 11, and would stay in the country for nearly a week, preaching in and around the state capital, Porto Alegre. His host for the trip, a pastor named Mauro Lastra, recorded his itinerary in a guestbook on Sullivan’s website. According to Lastra, Sullivan mostly preached in the evening, in services that ran until midnight or later, and that often included weeping, speaking in tongues, “healings” and “deliverances.” “The service ended and no one wanted to leave,” Lastra wrote of one church visit, from which the pastors didn’t return home until 4 a.m. “The Ap. Sullivan was praying one by one until all are blessed by God.”

The Brazil visit was one of the several international trips Sullivan has made in recent years, in his capacity as the CEO of Apostle A. E. Sullivan Global Ministries. On his website, Sullivan identifies himself as the “Founder, Chief Apostle, Senior Bishop & Presiding Prelate” of a global network that includes “over 5,750 churches in 54 nations.” In 2010, according to a related Facebook page, he went on a “gospel crusade” to Kenya, Uganda, Rwanda and the Democratic Republic of the Congo. In November of 2012, he traveled to the Caribbean for 18 days, visiting places like St. Kitts and the Cayman Islands. In June of 2013, he spent 11 days in the Philippines; in November, he traveled to Paris and Brussels.

It’s not clear whether Sullivan funded these trips on his own or through his corporation. Although the Global Ministries is a registered non-profit in the state of Pennsylvania, it was only incorporated last October, and there’s little public record of its activities. Before each trip, however, the network would petition Facebook followers for financial assistance, referred to as a “love gift” or “seed.” The fundraising was usually explicitly about Sullivan’s international ministry; in requesting checks for the trip to Paris, for example, supporters were instructed to put “Attn: Crusade to France” on the envelope. But the checks were usually to be made out to an entity closer to home—the Victory Outreach Christian Church.

Sullivan founded the V.O.C.C. in January of 1999. His church was non-denominational and formed in the evangelical mold, with a strong reliance on scriptural interpretation and a tone of revivalist fervor. “We are anticipating a mighty move of God,” the church’s Facebook page says in one post. “God is confirming His word with signs & wonders following,” it says in another. His services often featured “altar calls,” during which people in attendance come forward to the preacher and publicly recommit themselves to Jesus Christ. In a photo of one altar call, during his trip to Brazil, a small crowd presses towards Sullivan, their eyes closed and their arms raised. In the center is a woman with a stricken look. Sullivan, his back to the camera, reaches out to touch her cheek.

Sullivan’s formal religious training took place at the Grace Bible Institute, a school of theology that opened around the same time as the V.O.C.C., initially operating out of a church basement in Steelton. (In his resume, Sullivan also claims to have graduated from the Interdenominational Theological Center, a consortium of historically black seminaries in Atlanta, although the ITC’s registrar had no record of this.) Isaac Edwards, a graduate of the Grace Bible Institute whose father, Peter Edwards, was its founder and president, told me the school had an open-ended style of instruction, emphasizing that many matters of religion were “up for interpretation.” Its curriculum drew on the work of various Protestant theologians, especially Charles Hodge, a leading figure in a 19th-century tradition known as the Princeton Theology, which emphasized scholarship and devotion to the Bible.

Grace Bible Institute had a brief tenure. Isaac told me it was “hard to get people to pay” their tuition, and after his mother died in 2005, his father closed the school. While it lasted, Grace also seems to have struggled with a tension, not unheard of in religious studies, between the anxiety over official recognition and the primacy of personal faith. In one sense, the thinkers who inspired its creation spurned the need for official endorsement. Another theologian who featured prominently in studies at Grace was John Wycliffe, the 14th-century English reformer who, in a rejection of Roman Catholic hierarchy, encouraged a movement of itinerant preachers who lacked any formal consecration. At the same time, like other institutes of higher education, Grace offered bachelor’s, master’s and doctoral degrees. It sought accreditation, and, according to Isaac, received it, though the agency he referred me to, TransWorld Accrediting Commission, claimed never to have heard of the school.

In the summer of 1999, Sullivan moved his church into the property on S. 12th Street. After the collapse, it was reported that the building was 117 years old, but Ken Frew, with the Dauphin County Historical Society, says it might be significantly older. An 1871 city map identifies a brick building on the site as the Lochiel School, which educated the children of immigrant workers at the nearby Lochiel Iron Works. Apparently it was conceived as a market house, with an auditorium on an upper floor, but that purpose was quickly abandoned. In 1909, students relocated to the new Foose School on S. 13th Street, after years of what a Harrisburg Telegraph article described as “many severe criticisms” of the 12th Street building’s “poor adaptation for school purposes.” The paper said people called it the “old barn.” Sometime after the students left, it became a candy factory. In 1967, Cumberland Electronics bought it, and it spent 26 years as a warehouse, storing TV antennas and vacuum tubes.

By the time Sullivan’s V.O.C.C. held services there, the building had been a church for several years. Initially, Sullivan rented the space from a Spanish-language congregation that had bought it in 1993. In 2004, Sullivan entered an agreement to purchase the building for $25,000—$10,000 upfront, plus three-and-a-half years of interest-free monthly installments of $350. The agreement included a clause acknowledging the property’s “good condition” at the time of sale, although David Rodriguez, a reverend with the Spanish church, told me that bricks were already falling down when the building changed hands. “They told me they were going to renovate,” he said.

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In July of 2008, about a year later than expected, the V.O.C.C. finally finished its monthly payments, and Rodriguez deeded the building to Sullivan. The trouble with the city’s codes department began almost immediately. In October, the fire bureau forwarded a complaint that bricks were falling from the building’s south wall. A codes inspector named Charles Jenakovich paid a visit and filed a notice of non-compliance. A month and a half later, after Sullivan took no action, he returned and issued a citation. “Extremely hazardous condition as bricks falling from over 30 feet onto public area,” he wrote. A couple of months later, in January of 2009, the city condemned the building.

The paper trail following the condemnation order is a good study in the frustrations of codes enforcement. Per the order, the V.O.C.C. had to cease use of the building immediately and, within 20 days, obtain permits for either demolishing the property or bringing it up to code. Sullivan acknowledged the order within a couple of days, eventually obtaining a $50,000 bid from a renovations company for necessary repairs. But after that, Sullivan appears to have done nothing further for more than a year. The next citation is dated April 23, 2010, when Jenakovich visited and noted a “[f]ailure to repair or demolish unsafe structure.”

The first delay was only the beginning. For the next year, Jenakovich issued citation upon citation, about once every two months, as Sullivan continued to do nothing. Codes citations work like parking tickets: the owner can plead guilty and pay the fine, or he can appeal, but the city will continue citing until the underlying issue—the illegally parked car, the property’s non-compliance—is resolved. There is a way to ramp up the pressure: upon the fifth guilty plea, the citation becomes a misdemeanor. But unfortunately, as with parking tickets, building citations can also be ignored, at which point enforcement depends on the district judge.

In April of 2011, the church building suffered another partial collapse. On April 25, Jenakovich issued a final citation—his ninth since the condemnation. David Patton, the city’s codes administrator, wrote to Pierre Ritter, then the police chief, requesting a reckless endangerment charge. That same month, Sullivan’s wife had passed away, and, according to Patton, then-Mayor Linda Thompson postponed enforcement, saying that Sullivan needed time. Patton recalls telling Thompson he was sorry about Sullivan’s wife, but then adding, “Some people are going to join her if we don’t do something.”

On June 2, 2011, Sullivan met with city officials and Thompson, who granted him 30 days to come up with a plan. Once again, Sullivan stalled. In early August, Patton emailed Thompson’s director of building and housing, Jack Robinson: “The time for him to do something has way expired. I need to know what’s going on.” On Aug. 17, a passerby called to alert the city that bricks were falling from the building and the barricade had been removed. On Oct. 7, Patton sent another email to Robinson: “Bishop Sullivan has yet to do anything about his deteriorating property…As we approach the freeze thaw season, my fear is that there will be a collapse…again.”

Finally, in late October of 2011, Sullivan obtained a structural analysis of the church, which determined that the building was salvageable but had “a number of major structural deficiencies.” In addition to the partially collapsed wall, the engineer also noted that the roof was caving in and that the floors on the lower stories were insufficiently supported. A month later, at the behest of the city, a York-based contractor provided a demolition estimate of $212,000.

At some point, Sullivan seems to have gotten the impression that the city would delay enforcement indefinitely while he sought funding for repairs. In February of 2012, after a few failed attempts to find financing and four months of inaction on the property, he met with PNC Bank. A week later, he wrote to Patton: “We talked about a number of things but some of these things do not move as fast as we like. Bankers and banking moves at a pace all of its own unfortunately.” He seems to have placed a higher priority on other parts of his ministry. In one Facebook post, from March of 2013, Sullivan directed followers to verses in Matthew and II Timothy “to firmly see & accurately know that we are living in ‘the last days’ and ‘the end times.’”

“I didn’t understand how somebody so vocal in the community could be doing this,” Patton told me. During a site visit, one of his officers noticed that the V.O.C.C.’s signs had been removed from the building. They assumed Sullivan was trying to dissociate himself from the property. Feeling no support from the mayor, Patton kept a subfolder of email correspondence and other records on the building—in the event of a collapse, he wanted a record of his efforts.

After Sullivan filed his civil suit, many of the folder’s contents wound up appended to the city’s objections. At the bottom of the file is an email Patton sent to Mayor Thompson, dated Feb. 12, 2013. The church property, he wrote, was “getting worse,” and he had managed to track down Sullivan’s home address. “I have 5 warrants for his arrest,” he concluded. “Permission to execute.” The mayor did not reply. (In a March 21 interview with abc27, Mayor Thompson said she had given Sullivan “no preferential treatment,” though she did acknowledge working with him while he sought “financial aid.”)

Patton, who continued paying visits to the site, told me he had a feeling something would happen this year. “It was really plaguing my mind, that someone would get hurt,” he said. I thought of a clip from Fox43’s coverage the night of the collapse, in which one of the evacuated neighbors, rattled and on the verge of tears, wonders in fragmented English about what might have happened if the church fell another way. “How many families, you know?” she says. “We can die.”           

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In the weeks after the collapse, the church community rallied behind Sullivan. As president of the Interdenominational Ministers Conference, Sullivan had close ties to local black church leaders, several of whom complained about the city’s response. Among those church leaders was the Rev. Earl Harris, one of the IMC’s vice presidents and the longtime pastor of St. Paul Missionary Baptist Church.

On Sunday, March 16, St. Paul’s hosted a summit for regional civil rights leaders, union organizers, clergy members and other community leaders. The event was originally slated to discuss anti-union measures in the state legislature, but, by the time it arrived, Sullivan’s arrest had become part of the program. “Come Hear the Community Response to the Unprecedented Handling of a Community Leader Bishop A.E. Sullivan of the IMC,” one event poster said.

At the summit, a long succession of speakers took to the podium, including Rick Bloomingdale, the president of the Pennsylvania AFL-CIO, several local pastors, and Jerry Mondesire, the president of the Philadelphia chapter of the NAACP. (Mondesire has since been suspended, following an inquiry into his alleged financial mismanagement of his chapter.) State Rep. Patty Kim, whose district includes Harrisburg, and who meets regularly with Mayor Papenfuse, offered a word of support for Sullivan that was noticeably hedged: “I wish he wasn’t the one to be an example of a slum landlord.”

Harris, when he spoke, described the mayor’s actions as “bullying.” He worked up to a climactic conclusion, urging people to translate their anger into political action. “We need to band together, we need to raise finances together, we need to make sure that this man gets the message that he will never do this again,” he said. “And if he keeps this attitude, if he doesn’t change it, we need to drive him out of office!” The crowd erupted with applause.

Two weeks later, I attended a lunchtime strategy meeting in the basement of St. Paul’s. Following Sullivan’s arrest, a group calling itself the Coalition for Social Justice of Greater Harrisburg had begun to meet regularly, to discuss possible actions in Sullivan’s case and, according to its Facebook page, to more broadly “affect social change.” Harris and Sullivan were there, along with Reggie Guy, of the MLK Leadership Development Institute, a local non-profit. A circle of chairs had been set out at the foot of a small soundstage, and a group of 20 or so gradually filled them, including Sullivan’s daughter and mother and a couple of his parishioners.

Sullivan wore a maroon suit and glasses. He led an opening prayer, closing his eyes and rocking back and forth gently. Afterwards, while people filled their plates with food, I took a seat beside Sullivan and asked him about the history of the V.O.C.C. He didn’t have an exact date for when the church moved to 12th Street, saying it “started piecemeal,” but that it was “early on.” I asked about the circumstances that led to his founding a church, and he said he would have to speak with his legal counsel before answering any more questions. (Sullivan and his lawyers declined subsequent interview requests.)

Harris, wearing a sweater and blue jeans, approached the podium. He began by discussing a City Council hearing scheduled for that evening, during which the heads of fire, police and codes were supposed to discuss “standard procedure” for handling building violations. Questions about procedure had become a fixation for Sullivan’s supporters—the claim that he received unfair treatment depended on how such cases were normally handled. In particular, Harris took issue with what he described as Sullivan being brought to the scene and “posed” for the news cameras. As a local deacon had put it, speaking to a television crew during the March 16 summit, Sullivan had been made to “do the ‘perp walk,’ handcuffed and shackled.”

“We’ve never had an arrest handled like this,” Harris said. He insinuated that the mayor had some control over when the collapse occurred, noting that the timing of the arrest looked “preconceived.” “If you want someone to spend the night and the weekend, when do you arrest them? Friday night,” he said. (In fact, Sullivan was released early Saturday morning.)

Harris then linked Sullivan’s treatment to larger trends of injustice. He and other ministers had recently returned from a trip with local rabbis and high school students to the Holocaust Museum in Washington, D.C. He had been particularly moved, he said, by an exhibit called “Some Were Neighbors,” which emphasized the point that Nazi collaborators “were those that were complicit with their silence.” He then returned to Sullivan and the response from certain local ministers. “I’ve heard nothing from the downtown clergy. I’ve heard nothing from the Jewish community. I’ve heard nothing from the Roman Catholic community. I’ve heard nothing from the Lutheran community,” he said. “The silence has been deafening.”

Sullivan spoke next. His attorney was there, and there was a limit to what he could say, but he wanted to clear a few things up. He began by addressing something “lingering out there” about his past. In the month since his arrest, some outlets had reported on a guilty plea Sullivan had entered in 1998 for a harassment charge—a low-grade misdemeanor. “The inference was that it involved a woman,” Sullivan said. “And it did not involve a woman. I was protecting my child, and it was 16 years ago. And every father worth a grain of salt protects his child.” He suggested that people had dredged up his court record “as a way to fracture this community.”

Sullivan also wanted to discuss the breadth of his work outside the church. For many years, he said, his attention to his own affairs “went lacking” because he was “always being called on for everything else.” On top of being president of the IMC, pastoring his church and overseeing his global network, he had served as a vice president of the NAACP, as religious affairs chair for the state and on the governor’s advisory commission for African American affairs. “In all these different capacities and in other ways, I was always giving, giving, giving,” he said. When his wife passed away, he lost the “one person” who was looking out for him. “There was nobody right there on the scene to take care of my things,” he said. But, he added, “I was not just sitting around. I was fighting for everybody else, and a lot of my things did not get addressed.”

The discussion turned to local issues of social justice. The group talked about the need to accurately inform their community, especially young people. Sullivan noted—and “we keep saying it,” he said—that there was “no black newspaper, no black radio station, nothing of that.” It was hoped that the Coalition’s Facebook page could help fulfill that role. (The next day, the page posted a photo of the city’s new firefighter hires, along with a short article that included the line, “Don’t strain your eyes, there are no known African Americans or Hispanics in this group of fire recruits.”) Reggie Guy, of the MLK Leadership Development Institute, spoke at length, connecting Sullivan’s experience to what he perceived as a larger assault on minority power in the city. “We are gentrifying this community, and we are chasing people out,” he said.

Afterwards, I spoke with a young couple introducing themselves as the Davises, who sat against one wall with a baby in a car seat at their feet. The mother, Clarissa, had joined the V.O.C.C. in its beginnings, in the summer of 1999. Through Sullivan’s church, she said, she had come to know her purpose. She felt his arrest was a “very big injustice”: if there were anything he could have done to avoid the collapse, he would have done it. “He’s an impeccable man,” she said. 

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After the meeting at St. Paul’s, I visited the demolition site. The downslope side of the building was completely intact, while the other half was torn wide open. Beyond a pile of bricks, lumber and split-face concrete blocks, you could see into the room where services must have been held. A drum set and a pair of pulpits remained onstage, beneath a large painting of a lake under a clear blue sky.

The demolition bid was awarded to Empire Services, a firm with an office in Reading, for $132,000. In the civil complaint, Sullivan says he obtained a qualified bid for $83,000, but the city claimed publicly that the job required specialized equipment, citing the church’s proximity to power lines and neighbors. At the site, an employee for Empire named Tony pointed out the massive excavator, which he said had a reach of 130 feet. “This thing was horrible,” he said of the building. “The trees were what was holding it together.”

A couple of guys drifted over. One of them, wearing a Standard Parking jacket and introducing himself as John, said he had lived in the neighborhood since 1973. Papenfuse had told me that, while he was going door-to-door during his campaign, residents in the area had “begged” him to address the church property. John now told me he was circulating a petition to get the city to knock down more structures. “I’d rather have empty lots than condemned houses,” he said. “How often do you drive through the suburbs and see a burned-out house?”

John lived next door to a rotting corner store that had been abandoned for around 10 years. Last year, some of the building’s windows had fallen out of their frames into his yard. “I got grandkids, man,” he said. 

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That evening, April 1, City Council held its hearing to discuss the city’s procedures for violators of building codes. For Sullivan’s supporters, the hearing was bound to be a disappointment before it started. They had originally called for an inquiry into Sullivan’s arrest, hoping council would hear sworn testimony from the officials involved, as it is theoretically empowered to do under the city’s charter. But Neil Grover, the city solicitor, advised that the relevant statute was seldom used and possibly unconstitutional—it would involve council questioning people under oath about matters that might be pending litigation. Instead, as Grover and Council President Wanda Williams explained at the beginning of the hearing, council would simply ask about procedures in general, and not about Sullivan’s case.

The result was a stunted and often bizarre conversation, as council tried to phrase questions specific to Sullivan’s case in sufficiently general terms. Williams began by interviewing the police chief, Thomas Carter, who gave a brisk overview of the police department’s role in a building collapse: secure the area, assist fire and codes. Then Williams asked a question at the heart of the Sullivan case. “Chief, are we consistent in what we do for every violator throughout the city of Harrisburg?”

“I don’t know what you mean by that, ma’am,” Carter said.

“Well, there was some concern that there was an inconsistency in how we, um, attempt to prosecute, or what would you say, arrest the individual,” Williams went on. “Are we consistent when we have violators of building codes? Are we consistent in what we do and how we arrest them?”

“Yes.”

“And this process has been used with other violators?”

“Yes.”

“Other code violators?”

“Yes.”

Williams turned to fellow council members. “Any other questions?”

Five minutes later, Councilwoman Sandra Reid tried to pursue a similar line. After Sullivan’s arrest, it had come out that police had escorted him from his home to the site of the collapse. Afterwards, the city attributed this to Sullivan having a suspended driver’s license, but his supporters suspected an intention to deliver him to news cameras. “Have you ever been called on in your 25 years to take someone to a collapsed building?” Reid asked Carter.

Grover interrupted. “I think you’re now moving into where we are in the middle of the litigation in questions like that,” he said. He offered a rephrasing of the question: do the police ever transport someone with a suspended license when a matter between the person and police arises? But Reid passed on Grover’s suggestion and asked instead about “standard practice” when police show up at someone’s home and have a warrant for his arrest.

“Every situation’s different,” Carter said finally. “But to answer your question, without taking into consideration this situation here, basically, yes, when we go to someone’s house and we have warrants on them, we do charge them right there. But in this particular situation—”

“We can’t talk—I don’t want to talk about this particular situation,” Reid said. “I just want to know, if somebody has a warrant, do you generally arrest them at that time.”

“It depends on the situation,” Carter said.

Eventually, after several false starts, the conversation opened up, and council members began to ask about the blight problem in general. David Patton, the codes administrator, explained that the city’s condemned-buildings list included 364 properties, many of whose owners were “whereabouts unknown.” State law allows potential buyers to start a corporation with virtually no identifying information, and when owners use those corporations to purchase properties, there’s almost no way for codes to track them down. “They go to the corporations bureau, they list a vacant lot or building as an address, and they don’t have to list any principals, agents or fiduciaries,” Patton said. “So who’re we gonna go after?”

At the end of the hearing, during public comment, Rev. Harris stood up and remarked that council’s questions, which he thought were “exceedingly good,” had revealed “inequities in how laws and rules are administered to people.” He revisited his point from the lunch session, about Nazis and their silent collaborators. “They used tactics of humiliation and shame,” he said. “Sound familiar?”

Why has the notion that the mayor staged Sullivan’s arrest to shame him proven so hard to dislodge? The city, for its part, maintains there was nothing personal about Sullivan’s treatment.  Papenfuse claims not to have even spoken with police the night of the collapse; the fire chief, Brian Enterline, told me that when codes gave him Sullivan’s name, he “didn’t even realize who it was.”

Yet the perception of a deliberate shaming has persisted. Perhaps, in part, it’s because Sullivan’s treatment had the effect a staged arrest would have aimed for. In an interview a week after the council hearing, Papenfuse suggested that the sequence of cause and effect surrounding the collapse couldn’t have been clearer. Days before it, he publicly pledged misdemeanor charges for negligent landlords. When the collapse happened, the police charged Sullivan accordingly. Afterwards, the city released its list of top violators, many of whom had since “quietly come forward to discharge their warrants.” If Sullivan’s treatment looked like “unprecedented” tough enforcement, perhaps that’s because it was. The new administration had sent the message that it was serious about conquering blight.

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In the weeks since the council hearing, Harris, the IMC and the MLK Leadership Institute have continued to keep the issue alive. On April 4, MLK hosted its annual “foot soldiers” dinner to honor regional civil rights leaders. Tickets cost $45 a head; proceeds, Guy told me, would be split evenly between Sullivan and the families displaced by the collapse of his church. (As of this writing, the IMC had made one donation, a down payment of around $2,000 towards a $4,200 electrical repair it had commissioned from an acquaintance of Guy’s.) Before dinner, Sullivan offered an invocation, and Harris gave a short speech, during which he said Harrisburg was “lucky and blessed” to face financial difficulties, problems in education, “soaring rates of STDs” and blight, “because only God can turn it around.”

On April 8, Harris joined two local rabbis at the Beth El Temple Uptown for a “Freedom Seder,” a shared Passover meal with roots in the Civil Rights era, during which blacks and Jews are urged to contemplate the meaning of freedom and slavery. (Sullivan was billed to co-lead the event, but wound up taking time off to recuperate following the stress of the collapse, Guy said.) Members of the IMC Revival Choir sang spirituals throughout the meal, including several verses of “We Shall Overcome”: “Black and white together, black and white together someday.”

At the end of the meal, I spoke to Guy in the hallway. The council hearing, he said, indicated that Sullivan’s treatment was “a sore that requires healing.” And, he added, it wasn’t just Sullivan. He urged me to consider two other recent issues: the school district, where Papenfuse had publicly called for the removal of the state-appointed recovery officer, and the Paxton fire station, which he had announced would close as a result of the firefighters’ new labor agreement. All of these events, Guy said, pointed to the mayor’s “impulsiveness and inability to sense the mood of his constituency.” “The mayor doesn’t get it,” he said.

I wondered if, conversely, Guy didn’t quite get Papenfuse. Since the moment he first spoke about Sullivan’s arrest, the mayor has been resolute that the city did the right thing, regardless of voters’ moods. “These charges are just the beginning,” Papenfuse said, at his initial press conference after the collapse. Since taking office, he has revamped the city’s in-house demolition team, assembled a task force on blight and embarked on a citywide housing strategy. He also has plans to resurrect a housing court, to remedy what he described as “inconsistent” enforcement by the district courts.

Patton, the codes administrator, says he feels his department is “gaining strength.” The city is slated to hire two additional codes officers this year; in the long-term, Patton also hopes it will assign a police investigator, who can access the state’s law-enforcement database, to building violations. (As a codes officer, Patton is barred from using the database, so he often resorts to Facebook and Google to track down delinquent owners.) Meanwhile, the merger of codes and police, which he credited to Papenfuse, had brought previously disparate efforts “under the same umbrella.” He said the move was emblematic of the mayor’s “government logic” approach—ensuring that people with a common purpose were coordinating their efforts. He was “extremely optimistic” about the mayor’s initiatives, he said. “You can see the electrification of everything here.”

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