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		Although often ignored by the rest of the
		city, East Knoxville has a cultural community all its own
		 
		by Jack Neely
		 
		On a sunny afternoon, it looks just like a sleepy country town in South Carolina.
		Modest businesses with homemade signs, people sitting out on their porches
		or mowing their lawns, teenagers a little too big for the bikes they're riding.
		The smell of good barbecue, fried catfish in the air. People walking on the
		sidewalks, waving at others who stop their cars to chat. A uniformed policeman
		ambling an old-fashioned walking beat, smiling and calling to acquaintances.
		Everyone here seems to know everybody else, and if they didn't see you here
		yesterday and the day before, they give you a long look.
		 
		There's a convenience store as cluttered as an old-time general store, a
		body shop, an athletic club. Painted on the side of one cinder-block business
		are bold black words you can see from the street: IN GOD WE TRUST. Then,
		underneath, in slightly smaller letters: NO LOITERING. NO DRUGS.
		 
		It's one of the few hints that this is also the area some consider the most
		dangerous spot in Knox County, afflicted not only with drugs once more boldly
		exchanged than they are now, but with more exotic late-20th century crimes,
		carjackings, drive-by shootings. It's called Five Points, and when people
		talk about what scares them most about East Knoxville, they invoke it, like
		a code.
		 
		East Knoxville is shaped roughly like an oblong mushroom, stretching, by
		most definitions, from the Coliseum on Mulvaney Street, eastward about six
		miles to the city limits, and from I-40 south to the curvaceous riverbank.
		It's the only part of Knoxville that touches the languid Holston River, which
		flows down out of western Virginia all the way up in the hills around Roanoke
		over 200 miles southwest to run alongside Knoxville's eastern city limits,
		then meanders a couple of miles south before returning northward as half
		of the Tennessee.
		 
		Parts of East Knoxville are still wooded and undeveloped, changed little
		since British explorer Stephen Holston floated this river 250 years ago.
		Some parts of East Knoxville still seem rural: an overgrown family graveyard
		with misspelled markers, crickets chirping in the tall grass. But other parts
		of East Knoxville have been paved and repaved, developed and redeveloped
		so often you can read the history of 20th century commercial architecture
		on its tortured buildings, "modernized," soaked with graffiti.
		 
		It's less than 10 square miles, less than two percent of Knox County. But
		East Knoxville is, without question, the most complex part of this county.
		Among the 22,000 people who live there are many of Knoxville's very poorest
		and many of Knoxville's wealthiest. About two-thirds of East Knoxvillians
		are black; this wedge of East Knoxville, in fact, is home to more than half
		of African American Knoxville. White and black coexist in several East Knoxville
		neighborhoods like nowhere else. No other part of town knows these extremes
		of wealth and poverty, city and country, beauty and blight. No other part
		of town has more serious problems or more untapped potential.
		 
		Misperceptions
		 
		People who never visit East Knoxville hear about it on the news. Most news
		is bad news, and most of what they hear about East Knoxville is bad. Some
		think that the local media is more specific about locating crimes that happened
		"in East Knoxville" than they are about crimes in West Knoxville. Others
		say the slanted news coverage slides toward gross inaccuracy. Kim Trent,
		who works with East Knoxville's Center for Neighborhood Development, moved
		to a handsome old house in East Knoxville's Parkridge community with her
		husband and young son five years ago and has been astonished by television
		crime reports. "When anything bad happens, it's East Knoxville," she says.
		"Even if it's not in East Knoxville." She says both TV and radio newsmen
		make the error of assuming every minority-related crime is in East Knoxville.
		When she hears dumb mistakes, she complains. "Sorry," she says, with an
		exasperated sarcasm. "I know it's hard to keep up--but that was actually
		on the west side of town, not on the east side."
		 
		However, when TV crews did a story on the renovation of her historic home
		south of I-40--and east of Bill Meyer Stadium--it was identified as North
		Knoxville. The TV rule, Trent discovered, is that if it's historic, it must
		be North Knoxville. If it's crime, it must be East Knoxville.
		 
		On some nights, she admits she's been able to hear what sound like gunshots
		from the area around Austin Homes, less than a mile away. There's crime here,
		but there's a great deal more. Longtime resident Evon Easley-Milton knows
		about the crime, but says "the productive parts of East Knoxville outweigh
		it 99 to one."
		 
		If Knoxville could survive at all without East Knoxville, it would be a very
		different--and much duller--place. East Knoxville is this region's only
		zoological park, the nationally recognized Knoxville Zoo. It's our only Filipino
		restaurant, the decade-old Philippine Connection. It's the Carpetbag Theatre,
		Knoxville's internationally famous black theatrical troupe. It's Howell
		Nurseries, Knoxville's single oldest business. It's one of Knoxville's
		best-restored and most-haunted historical showplaces, the Mabry-Hazen House.
		It's the popular John T. O'Connor Senior Citizens' Center, where hundreds
		of elderly ladies and gentlemen play bridge and line-dance. It's Knoxville's
		oldest Jewish and Catholic graveyards, Knoxville's only Confederate graveyard,
		the black Oddfellows Cemetery, and melancholy Potter's Field. It's the studios
		of East Tennessee's public television stations, channels 2 and 15. It's Levi's,
		one of Knoxville's busiest and most community-oriented industries. It's the
		70-year-old model neighborhood of Holston Hills, with one of Knoxville's
		older country clubs and arguably our prettiest golf course. It's Scruggs',
		Frazier's (a.k.a. "Spooky's"), Kirk's, Alfred's, Dixson's, and other rare
		restaurants with devotees who claim they serve the best barbecue in town.
		It's Chilhowee Park, home of the annual Tennessee Valley Fair and popular
		Kuumba festival.
		 
		Soon, East Knoxville will also be home of the largest statue of an African
		American in the nation, the Alex Haley memorial, in a public park which promises
		to be Knoxville's biggest tourist magnet. (The playground will be finished
		by community volunteers next weekend; the long-anticipated statue is scheduled
		to be shipped in late October.)
		 
		At this writing, East Knoxville is also home to Knoxville's only Catholic
		high school and Knoxville's only pro sports club, the Knoxville Smokies.
		 
		But both will be leaving East Knoxville soon. Though neighbors are skeptical
		of their motives in proposals to move to various all-white neighborhoods
		out west, the Smokies claim they've got nothing against their neighborhood,
		insisting it's a matter of visibility, road access, and minor-league standards.
		 
		Jan Johnson is director of development for Knoxville Catholic High School,
		which has been located on the south side of Magnolia since 1932. A former
		Farragut-area resident, Johnson has lived in Holston Hills for years, mainly
		to be closer to her job. "Life is a little slower out here," she says, comparing
		East to West. "People in stores don't seem to be in such a hurry."
		 
		She's found that Knoxville's perception of the area's criminal threat is
		grossly exaggerated. "The way people speak of it, you'd think you can't walk
		down the street without getting hit in the head," she says. "I've been here
		for 12 years. We've had no rashes of break-ins or anything like that," she
		says.
		 
		Still, Catholic High is moving to its new home in West Knoxville within three
		years. Johnson insists they have no complaint with the neighborhood. "Here,
		we just haven't had enough room to expand," she says. "The Cedar Bluff property
		was donated by the diocese. Enrollment's growing, and we don't have parking
		for the students we have now." She says the bishop has promised old Catholic
		High won't be an abandoned building. Pellissippi State is negotiating plans
		to open a satellite campus there.
		 
		R.T. Clapp, located on Magnolia for decades, is Knoxville's largest and busiest
		auto-repair business, handling 35 cars a day. Owner King Benson believes
		R.T. Clapp is among the largest independently owned auto-repair shops in
		the nation.
		 
		Benson, who bought the company 22 years ago, has no complaints about the
		location; he says R.T. Clapp's getting as much business as they can handle
		comfortably.
		 
		"We feel very positive about East Knoxville and Magnolia Avenue," he says.
		"There's a steady increase in business investment out here. Anything vacant
		doesn't stay vacant long." As for crime, Benson shrugs. "It's about zero,
		year to year," he says. "We're very comfortable here."
		 
		Comfort's one thing many East Knoxvillians, black and white, cite as what
		they like about the place. Easley-Milton, who spearheaded the Haley Heritage
		Square project, says one of her favorite things about East Knoxville is its
		easygoing community nature. "People enjoy just driving through, enjoying
		the quality of that," she says. (Anyone who's done much driving in East Knoxville
		knows it's no place to be if you're in a big hurry.)
		 
		Margaret Miller is director of marketing and development for Carpetbag Theatre,
		which is located on McCalla. She lives in an older neighborhood near Chilhowee
		Park. "People have begged me to move because they fear for my life," she
		says, incredulously. They don't always know that she carefully chose to live
		there, moving from Cedar Bluff, where she found the traffic oppressive. "All
		that hustle and bustle of West Knoxville, I did not like." Citing some of
		the more outrageous recent crimes in West Knoxville, she says she believes
		"it's not as bad" in East Knoxville.
		 
		Nkechi Ajanaku, director of African American Appalachian Arts, lives in a
		comfortable, tree-shaded neighborhood. "I enjoy my home here," she says,
		adding that she doesn't worry for herself--"but I have an 18-year-old son,
		and it bothers me that he's not safe. I see men and boys out congregating
		on Saturday night on Magnolia and MLK, because there's not a constructive
		diversion for them."
		 
		Meaningful comparative statistics are hard to come by; the police department
		tabulates crime statistics by "number of calls" from eastern, central, and
		western sectors of Knoxville. Each sector has its low-income subsidized housing
		developments, but the KPD gets significantly more complaints about serious
		violent crime in the "western sector" than in the "eastern sector." However,
		KPD spokesman Foster Arnett says that may indicate a greater number of reports
		for the same crimes.
		 
		One thing almost all East Knoxville business people and residents, black
		and white, have in common is an impression that East Knoxville is unfairly
		maligned by people who don't know it well.
		 
		For many whites, East Knoxville has retained its charm; by most accounts,
		Holston Hills, Parkridge, and some other neighborhoods have not suffered
		the property-value decreases some residents feared as their neighborhoods
		became racially mixed. Architect Tom Davick has lived with his wife Linda,
		an accomplished artist, in Holston Hills for over a decade. "We love the
		neighborhood," he says. "It's a beautiful community. I work downtown, and
		it's a 10-minute drive without even having to get on the interstate." Davick
		adds an allusion to another, unnamed part of town: "It would be hard to fit
		me and my wife in a phony baronial mansion in a cow-pasture subdivision."
		Still, for some white families with school-age kids who've feared East Knoxville
		schools were inferior or more dangerous than others, education has been an
		anxiety.
		 
		The magnet-school program, designed to draw middle-class kids from other
		parts of town for superior educational programs, was first instituted in
		East Knoxville three years ago, already with notable results. Green Elementary,
		Sarah Moore Greene Elementary, Vine Middle, and, now, Austin-East High School
		have all launched magnet programs. This year, well over 200 white kids who
		live in other parts of town are coming to East Knoxville every day to attend
		school.
		 
		Five Points
		 
		Many Southern cities have an intersection called Five Points, often a thriving
		cultural center. Knoxville's Five Points, about a mile and a half east of
		downtown, is where Martin Luther King Avenue intersects with--and then takes
		the original eastern course of--old McCalla, crossing parallel streets Olive
		and Ben Hur in the bargain. Geometrically, it doesn't look like a five points
		as much as a couple of neighboring intersections--but it's had that name
		for decades.
		 
		Looming on its southwestern corner is Walter P. Taylor Homes. Named for a
		downtown haberdasher and early leader of the Knoxville Housing Authority,
		Taylor houses about 750 people. Only a minority of the residents of Taylor
		Homes ever cause any trouble. But housing projects have traditionally drawn
		drug traffickers attracted to the desperation of people so poor they're willing
		to deal.
		 
		Taylor's not the only subsidized housing project in East Knoxville, but it's
		the biggest. Austin Homes, closer to town, houses about one-third the number
		Taylor does. A number of other subsidized or partially subsidized HUD
		developments are planted throughout the area.
		 
		Jimmy Clark is proprietor of Jimmy Who's Music Maker, a small shop on MLK
		just east of Five Points. He's a friendly guy in a Vols jersey who, considering
		he's been in the music business for over 25 years, must be older than he
		looks.
		 
		Jimmy Who's is a family operation; his wife and son help out. He mainly keeps
		the stuff that sells, the urban-contemporary top 40, plus some gospel, rap,
		and blues. Rap sells best. He displays a couple of Snoop Doggy Dogg posters
		in his window, and rap's playing in his store, but this former soul &
		funk disk jockey sounds like maybe he doesn't listen to a lot of rap at home.
		"Rap is here to stay," he sighs. "We've got to face it."
		 
		Jimmy Who's also sells hats and sunglasses, snacks, and black greeting cards.
		In August, some unsold black Father's Day cards are still on display. "I
		was the first to bring them to town," Clark says. "The department stores
		didn't have them at all. We served a very unique purpose." He laughs. "Now
		it's hard to compete against them."
		 
		Originally from Texas, Jimmy Who was a black-radio disk jockey who came to
		Knoxville in 1972 at the invitation of one James Brown. The Godfather of
		Soul himself bought a black AM radio station renamed WJBE, and brought Jimmy
		Who, a sometime concert announcer for Brown, to Knoxville in '72. In Brown's
		small network of black-oriented radio stations, Clark says, "Knoxville was
		the smallest town, the town that least needed a radio station," he says.
		"James Brown never lost faith in this town." But when WJBE went off the air
		in 1979, Jimmy Who opened his store.
		 
		As serious a problem as crime remains in his neighborhood, Jimmy Who says
		it was worse during his first few years, when he says his store was a little
		too popular, especially with the wrong kind. Jimmy Who's got a reputation
		as a venue for dope deals. "The first go-'round, I was very naive, ignorant,"
		Clark says. "Now I stop it in the bud. I don't want it to get started." He
		sounds decisive. "We don't allow it."
		 
		He also says police protection is much better than it used to be. You do
		see a cruiser rolling slowly down MLK every few minutes, occasionally even
		an officer walking the beat. "I'm optimistic now," he says, "especially with
		the way the city's finally talking about putting money into the neighborhood,
		with the Dollar Store going in" down the road.
		 
		Leaving the store, he reminds you to be careful. "Don't look around, act
		like you don't know where you are," he says. "But they're not looking to
		mess with nobody in the daytime. And very seldom will you have any trouble
		at night, unless you're in the wrong place at the wrong time. But I wouldn't
		advise nobody to spend any time on Martin Luther King at night--black or
		white."
		 
		It's tempting to spend time there. Here small restaurants operate out of
		private homes, some with signs advertising HOT FISH SANDWICHES, some with
		no signs at all. Some have business licenses, some don't. They sell barbecue
		ribs or chicken wings or hot tamales or the catch of the day from the river:
		catfish on a good day. Police haven't been giving Knoxville's restaurant
		underworld a hard time, lately; "They take care of their own," one officer
		says. There are more significant problems here.
		 
		Nightclubs are placed strategically like small fortresses, windowless
		cinder-block bunkers with a jukebox. They may look alike to strangers, but
		their reputations are very different.
		 
		B&J's, features live music, old-time R&B bands. Eddie's, at Chestnut
		and Wilson, is an easy-going place frequented by older folks. Gene's, on
		Chestnut, is notorious for drug-dealing and, sometimes, violence.
		 
		One of those cinder-block buildings on MLK at Five Points isn't a nightclub.
		It's called the Muhammad Mosque. Down the street at the four-way stop at
		MLK and Castle, a dapper middle-aged man dressed as well as Louis Farrakhan
		in a grey suit, dark bow tie, and starched white shirt smiles and sells a
		$1 newspaper named The Final Call to any driver who stops and asks for it.
		"It's an international paper," the gentleman says, and it is, a black Muslim
		perspective on world news. An editorial inside sharply criticizes Yasser
		Arafat for kowtowing to the Israelis.
		 
		A woman who blundered across this same shady, peaceful-looking residential
		intersection after midnight a couple of weeks ago was carjacked and raped.
		 
		Christian and Muslim blacks alike are appalled at the violence, often angrier
		at these kids than whites are. Some who work with the kids believe they're
		even angry at themselves. "Most of these kids slinging these drugs, they
		hate their lives," says Chris Woodhull, co-partner in the alternative counseling
		group Tribe One. "They get tired of banging their heads against the wall."
		 
		Five Points is like several different nations within the same borders, each
		with its own political structure, its own intricate morality. On a Saturday
		night, the streets are flooded with young people rapping in their cars, laughing,
		grinning, ambling the sidewalks, stopping to talk. A few have guns or the
		chunks of fine white gravel that go for $20 a pebble. The next morning, the
		sunny neighborhood is quieter, more peaceful than any spot in populated
		Knoxville. Thousands, well-dressed in old-fashioned hats and gloves, are
		in the dozens of churches here, praying for the kids who mostly aren't there.
		 
		It's a sunny afternoon on Chestnut Street, a couple of blocks from the nightclub
		where a teenager was shot to death a few months ago. At a corner, five black
		preteen kids, shouting and smiling, are holding signs marked, "We are asking
		for donations to Ogle's Water Park..."
		 
		Ogle's hasn't become a charity. These kids are just hoping to finance a trip
		there before cold weather. In an accent most Americans would associate with
		white Appalachians, one black girl explains they attend a "learning center
		up 'arr" at Tabernacle Apartments. A HUD-subsidized housing project considered
		a little more upscale than Walter P. Taylor, Tabernacle has had problems
		with gangs, a colony of West Siders here in the middle of East Knoxville.
		 
		A Magnolia Avenue saloon has a stern warning you can read from your car:
		NO REDS. NO BLUES. NO BLUNTS. Red is the color of Knoxville's East Side gang.
		Blue is the color of Knoxville's West Side gang, centered around the
		Mechanicsville/Lonsdale area. Blunts are hollowed-out cigars stuffed with
		marijuana.
		 
		They're called gangs, but some think that word gives them more credit for
		organization and purpose than they're due. Police and social workers agree
		they're made up almost entirely of unorganized teenagers, few as old as 20.
		They're preoccupied with the big-city Bloods and Crips, borrowing their colors
		and secret symbols. Policemen and counselors agree these kids and their escapist
		daydreams are being exploited by bigger-time drug dealers, most of whom live
		in tonier parts of town.
		 
		Some nightclubs bar the young. One, Club Royal on McCalla, throws a few more
		years on the state drinking age, just to be on the safe side. DRESS CODE
		ENFORCED, its marquee says, 25 & OVER.
		 
		Intimates say there are no cultural differences between the east side and
		the west side. This red-blue conflict is not based on anything except divergent
		addresses.
		 
		Captain Paul Fish is in charge of the KPD's coverage of East Knoxville. Whereas
		in the past, mainstream blacks have been equally suspicious of both the criminals
		and the police, enhanced walking beats and close cooperation with neighborhood
		organizations may be helping previously clannish factions to respect, trust,
		cooperate with--and sometimes even like--the police officers on the beat.
		 
		Fish credits some different, softer approaches. "We were much more
		arrest-oriented," he says, with stricter codes enforcement. "Under the community
		policing philosophy, we've tried to get people organized and responsible
		for what happens in the neighborhood. We're getting more neighborhood feedback
		than we have in the past. We're getting alcoholics in treatment plans, getting
		people interested in neighborhood watches, working with Vistas with the Center
		for Neighborhood Development."
		 
		Neighborhood organizations, from the ambitious Parkridge Community Organization,
		which even sponsors home renovations, to neighborhood watch groups with "block
		captains" who help report and prevent crime, now thrive all over East Knoxville,
		meeting regularly to make their neighborhoods safer.
		 
		Something's working. "It's been a great summer for us," Fish says. Summer's
		the worst time for violent crime here, and he reports this has been the quietest
		summer in East Knoxville in years.
		 
		Across MLK from Taylor Homes is a lot with a new building on it and a sign:
		"Future Home of Dollar General Store."
		 
		Several community leaders are excited about that rare construction project,
		touted by some as the salvation of the neighborhood. Getting a national chain
		to invest in what has been a high-crime neighborhood is no small feat.
		 
		Some neighbors are skeptical that's going to happen here, that "Dollar Store"
		is going to exploit tax write-offs for the project and then abandon it, like
		everybody else does. "That's frustrating," says Nkechi Ajanaku, of AAAA.
		"Look at any urban area. Do Dollar Stores work there? It's not the level
		of development that needs to occur" to make a real difference, she says.
		She mentions the riverfront development project. "People don't see spending
		that kind of money in African American communities," she says.
		 
		Cynicism about powerful white interests "improving" black East Knoxville
		goes back decades, a cynicism learned from hard experience.
		 
		Heritage
		 
		Once called Hardscrabble, a century ago East Knoxville was a racially
		unsegregated region sometimes as rough as its name; still, several of Knoxville's
		wealthiest white families lived there, atop the ridges.
		 
		Along Dandridge Avenue are a few of the region's most historic homes, like
		the handsomely renovated Mabry-Hazen house, an antebellum shrine open for
		tours. Down the street, the old brick Williams home that playwright Tennessee
		Williams recalled from his childhood. Built in the 1820s by ancestor John
		Williams, a U.S. Senator, diplomat to Central America, and forceful colonel
		in the War of 1812, the vacant house, recently purchased, gapes down at
		Dandridge.
		 
		In the bottomlands between the hills were much larger working-class
		neighborhoods, populated by freed slaves and European immigrants. Part of
		downtown East Knoxville was once called Irish Town. One section near downtown
		was more recently known as the Bottom.
		 
		Old East Knoxville remained intact for nearly a century, served by several
		churches, black-owned businesses, a black movie theater called the Gem, and
		a popular park to which black philanthropist Cal Johnson had donated a handsome
		fountain.
		 
		Though it was a relatively small neighborhood--maybe a quarter square mile--it
		was home to a disproportionate number of Knoxville's most famous, including
		maverick string-band jazzmen Martin, Bogan, and Armstrong, whose 78 about
		old Vine Street hit a nationwide audience; artists Beauford and Joseph Delaney,
		both generally regarded among America's greatest black painters; and poet
		Nikki Giovanni, who's still publishing new books, including memoirs of her
		youth in Knoxville. Ida Cox, singer and author of "Wild Women Don't Have
		the Blues," was already a blues legend when she retired here to become a
		member of the old Patton Street Church Choir, in the '50s and '60s.
		 
		None of these homes, nor Cox's church, still stand. None of their addresses
		still exist even as addresses. Vine Street's gone. Johnson's park and fountain
		have vanished. The original neighborhoods of East Knoxville became a
		suburban-style grass-and-asphalt annex to downtown, the Coliseum, the Safety
		Building, the Chamber of Commerce, the Hyatt. Urban renewal is better known
		among East Knoxvillians today as urban removal. It shoved black East Knoxville
		nearly a mile farther east.
		 
		Some saw it as a philanthropic effort of slum clearance, but its execution
		destroyed much good with the bad, demolishing solid homes and vital community
		centers along with slums. Few anticipated the trauma it would cause the black
		community, which lost its tangible heritage. Some describe it as a black
		Trail of Tears. In Chapter One of Nikki Giovanni's memoir, Gemini, nationally
		praised when it was released in 1971 and still in print, the poet describes
		her bitter homecoming when she found her old neighborhood being leveled.
		"Mulvaney Street is gone," she wrote. "Completely wiped out. Assassinated
		with all the old people who made it live." In the book she blamed her
		grandmother's death on the trauma of moving to an unfamiliar house farther
		east. "Linden Avenue was pretty but it had no life," Giovanni wrote. "She
		died because she didn't know where she was and didn't like it."
		 
		Some in East Knoxville today have never recovered. Bob Booker, historian
		and director of the stately Beck Cultural Center on Dandridge, remembers
		urban renewal and has studied its devastating effect on the black community.
		He notes that only one black business--Jarnigan's funeral home, still in
		business on MLK--survived the move.
		 
		Another longtime East Knoxvillian, a white resident who prefers not to be
		named, says his community "has been cut off from the rest of the city in
		a systematic and probably deliberate sort of way, when they built the Business
		Loop--and when they began warehousing the poor here. This was once a desirable,
		mixed-income community." He says what's followed has been "30 years of
		stagnation, a downward spiral."
		 
		Stagnation and Charm
		 
		It's true that East Knoxville has grown little in those decades, and stagnation
		has obvious liabilities regarding poverty and crime. However, some are grateful
		the area hasn't developed more. The scarcity of rapacious, Deane Hill-style
		developers here might account for the fact that East Knoxville still holds
		more surviving examples of the work of Knoxville's most famous architect,
		George Barber (1854-1915), than elsewhere. Photographs of Barber's work,
		including houses in East Knoxville's Parkridge neighborhood, will be profiled
		in an upcoming issue of Bob Vila's American Home.
		 
		There are other compensations to nongrowth. First-time travelers along Magnolia
		notice the wide street has a time-warp charm to it, old-fashioned churches,
		'20s-style apartment buildings, some art-moderne buildings visible underneath
		modern embellishments. It may have been that charm that attracted filmmakers
		to shoot parts of the current art-house hit, Box of Moonlight, along Magnolia.
		 
		Even though the Tic-Toc's famous barbecue drive-in recently closed, Magnolia
		still nurtures a drive-in culture, with one of the few remaining drive-in
		Weigel's, a drive-in ice-cream shop farther out on Asheville Highway--and,
		the "FAMOUS" Pizza Palace. It's the only spot in Tennessee where you can
		eat a big Greek pizza with anchovies and drink Old Milwaukee beer ("Brewed
		for that wonderful world of leisure," a mod sign in the window tells us),
		and top it all off with a Black Bottom Pie--all without once getting out
		of your car.
		 
		For those who do have automobiles to park in the bays of the Pizza Palace,
		shopping in East Knoxville has gotten considerably easier in the last 12
		years or so. Most agree that East Towne Mall is not really in East Knoxville;
		Fountain City also claims it as their commercial center. Still, just a couple
		of miles north of Magnolia, East Towne's much closer to East Knoxville than
		West Town is.
		 
		But considering those holdouts of '50s drive-in culture, it may seem ironic
		that an unusually large number of East Knoxvillians--perhaps 20 percent,
		reckoning from census data--don't have access to automobiles. But that figure
		may well explain part of why, in spite of its problems, this seems such a
		tight, old-fashioned neighborhood. In East Knoxville, lots of people walk
		to where they need to go.
		 
		Chilhowee
		 
		Chilhowee Park, established in the 1880s, was originally a public water park
		where well-dressed white people--and, one day a year, blacks--could do some
		swimming, sliding, canoeing. The park became so important to park-starved
		Knoxville that in 1890 it became our first electric-trolley destination;
		in 1907 it spawned a neighborhood which became known as Park City. Though
		it was an independent town for only a decade, you still encounter the phrase
		here and there in East Knoxville.
		 
		Across Magnolia in Burlington is Knoxville's most-peculiar residential oddity,
		Speedway Circle, a tiny neighborhood clustered right on former slave Cal
		Johnson's old turn-of-the-century horse-racing track. This neighborhood has
		been Knoxville's entertainment district for more than a century.
		 
		Today, of course, Chilhowee Park's Magnolia entrance bears the sign, "Tennessee
		Valley Fair," there even during the 350 days of the year when the fair isn't
		in town. In the city-sponsored redesign of the site, that one-note image
		is part of the problem. Once a public park well-used on most nice days, it's
		now a largely paved site, waiting for the Fair, or Kuumba, or a handful of
		smaller events, to come back. City Council just stamped an agreement with
		architecture firm Bullock-Smith to come up with a master plan for Chilhowee
		Park to make it more of a year-round public attraction.
		 
		Adjacent to Chilhowee Park is the nationally respected Knoxville Zoo. Nancy
		Young, the Zoo's marketing director, says the Zoo would like to see Chilhowee
		Park redeveloped with more green space, perhaps like Lakeshore. As part of
		the redesign, the Zoo is working with the city on more direct access to the
		interstate exit, a proposal that some neighbors view as vaguely unneighborly.
		 
		Young and others speak of the Zoo and the struggling Discovery Center as
		anchors to an Entertainment Corridor, anticipating the seemingly unlimited
		tourist-oriented growth of Sevier County to affect East Knoxville's commercial
		fortunes. Now that I-40 is the favored route to Sevierville and beyond, some
		of the Sevier County juggernaut is already spilling over into East Knox County's
		Strawberry Plains: several motels and tourist-oriented restaurants have
		materialized there, five miles out Asheville Highway, in the last year or
		two. It may not be so far-fetched to believe East Knoxville proper might
		make room for tourist traffic. Many patrons of the family-oriented entertainment
		of Dollywood might take a side trip to a revamped Chilhowee Park and the
		region's best zoo. It doesn't take much imagination to see the possibility
		of this old weekend refuge for the whole city serving a similar purpose someday.
		 
		Holston River Park
		 
		Many praise the area's natural beauty. Sudden views of the mountains or of
		the Knoxville skyline startle first-time visitors. "There are areas tucked
		all in and around East Knoxville that are fabulous and picturesque," says
		Ajanaku, making a case easy to prove. The Holston Riverfront may be the last
		unspoiled waterfront in Knoxville, but few had a good chance to see it before
		the city opened the Holston River Park just last year as part of Knoxville's
		system of greenways. It's located just between Holston Hills and the black
		neighborhoods of East Knoxville.
		 
		Willows grow alongside the shady stream that might remind you of those lazy
		rivers the Mills Brothers used to sing about. Big enough to drive a boat
		through, but so narrow the trees on either bank almost touch, this is part
		of the Holston River, the narrower of the two courses the river takes around
		big Boyd's Island, where corn grows thickly.
		 
		It may be Knoxville's most relaxing park, a large open glade with a mountain-like
		walking trail leading a short curvy route to Riverside Drive. At one end
		is a covered shelter with picnic tables where about a dozen mostly white
		people are gathered with multicolored balloons, celebrating a birthday party.
		 
		At the other end is a neat wooden dock that seems made for fishing. Two white
		boys, about 8, are casting baited hooks into the water. In short haircuts
		and striped shirts, in the twilight they could be kids romping out of the
		'40s. Only their tennis shoes give them away.
		 
		"I've got sump'm," the cross-eyed boy says. It turns out to be a long leaf.
		He casts again. "I can't throw good," he apologizes. His friend's seeking
		advice from a 40-ish black couple.
		 
		"'Bout that time," the black man in the Seminoles cap says, reeling slowly,
		"8:30, 9:00, when the water cools, that's when the best fishing is." He caught
		a bream earlier, but bream's not what he's here for. "Drum," he says hopefully.
		"And channel cats. A lady caught three channel cats here the other night."
		 
		This park allegedly closes at dark, and it's almost dark now, but the place
		seems to be getting more popular. A white family arrives and take up a fishing
		post on the riverbank. Two young black women are sitting at a picnic table
		listening to some easy modern soul. An elderly white trio walks the track,
		stopping here and there to examine a plant. Nearby, a Cadillac's offering
		a jump to another. A young black couple walks around the track; it looks
		like a second date, maybe third. Laughter echoes loudly from the darkening
		gazebo.
		 
		The overused word predominantly doesn't work at Holston River Park. Maybe
		100 people are here this Saturday evening, but an observer would need to
		be methodical to tally whether there are more blacks or whites. And at Holston
		River Park, you just don't feel all that methodical.
		 
		Though some neighbors criticize it as window-dressing that ignores more
		substantial problems, Holston River Park is at least a symbol of hope for
		black and white Knoxville. It may take more than parks, and walking beats,
		and magnet schools, and neighborhood watches, and Dollar Stores, and famous
		statues, and entertainment corridors, to exalt East Knoxville--but to many
		that hope seems more plausible than in years past.
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