Fayetteville Fatigue

The parking deck was in the news today:

It’s more of the same. Our local leadership has failed to hold the private developers accountable, and we’ve wasted almost 20 million tax dollars in the process. We’re stuck with a massive reminder that Fayetteville just isn’t good enough for a Hyatt Place Hotel, fancy apartments, or even the steakhouse they promised on the first floor. It’s just a parking deck, without an elevator.

But another headline got my attention, one that’s far more important than empty brick and steel:

Violent crime is on the rise. I’m sick of it. You probably are too.

Troy Williams, of the Fayetteville Observer, had an interesting take today. He noted that funeral directors across the country are stepping in to educate and inform young people about the true cost of violence:

“Mimicking the 1970s “Scared Straight” programs used throughout the United States as a means of deterring juvenile crime by troubled teens visiting adult prisons, morticians are employing their updated version of “Scared Straight” by inviting parents and their youngsters to take a seat in their offices — and plan the youngster’s funerals. I hope it makes a difference. The senseless killings have to stop. Murder does irreparable damage to families. I know. Friday was the anniversary of my youngest brother’s murder in Washington, D.C. in 2011.”

Fayetteville is declining, and it’s time we get our house in order. Fortunately, it’s an election year, and I know one funeral home owner who’s not getting a free pass this time.

Title Bout

Fayetteville’s got a decision to make. Charles Evans announced that he will challenge Mayor Mitch Colvin in this fall’s election.

Dynasty?

After he was first elected Mayor in 2017, Colvin never faced a serious challenge. Here’s Colvin’s vote share in the last three elections:

  • 2017: 59%
  • 2019: 95% (unopposed)
  • 2022: 62%

The North Carolina Constitution allows you to run for a local office as long as you want. There are no term limits. Unlike other executive offices, like President or Governor, a Mayor can keep his job as long as he keeps getting votes. It seemed as if Colvin would hold the seat for as long as he wanted it.

Ding-Ding

Enter Charles Evans. There are maybe a handful of politicians in Cumberland County with the experience and name recognition to pose a threat to Colvin. Evans is at the top of that list. He served on the City Council, was a County Commissioner for over a decade, and carries a name that is sprinkled through the history books of Fayetteville like pine pollen in April.

People know Evans. People know Colvin.

Fayetteville politics just got interesting again.

Throwing Money Around

One of these is not like the other:

DPAC – Durham, NC

Seats: 2,800

Square Footage: 103,000

Cost: $46,000,000

Price Per Square Foot: $353.85

Proposed Fayetteville Crown Event Center

Seats: 3,000

Square Footage: 131,500

Cost: $131,703,300

Price Per Square Foot: $1,001.55

Our local leaders have selected Metcon, a minority-owned company out of Pembroke, to build our new Crown Event Center.

Metcon also built our jail, so we got that going for us.

Time to Get our Tax Dollars Back?

A few years ago, I posted a poll. Here’s the results:

Today, this was published by the Fayetteville Observer:

Where’s Our Leadership?

One would think that if our Mayor and City Council voted to pay 18 Million Tax Dollars into a public-private partnership with a development company, and then the development company failed to develop, that our Mayor and City Council would do something to try to get our money back.

One would think.

A River

My brother was married this Fall in Sun Valley, Idaho. I wrote a short poem for the occasion in the style of Ernest Hemingway, a resident of Sun Valley and favorite of mine. Merry Christmas everyone.


A man and a woman stood by a river.   “Where does it lead?” the woman asked.  The man looked far to the West.  He could see only the bright spots where the bends caught the morning sun.  “I don’t know,” said the man.  “But I would like to see.  I will build a raft if you will come with me.”  And the man built a sturdy raft.  He tested it in the shallows, and when he was satisfied, he reached out.  The woman took his hand, and stepped on.  

A man and a woman journeyed the waters of time.  The banks widened with the flush of infant creeks.  Summer brought slow water and memories and they gained little distance.   Winter loosed the cold rains, and snags tore at their lashings.  “I wish I could build another raft,” the man said.  “But I’m older now, and we’re past the good timber.”  “I love you,” answered the woman.  And she fastened the beams tight with shards of her dress and locks of her hair.  White flowers lined the shores of another Spring. 

A man and a woman stood in starlit sand where a river mixed with a purple sea.  The moon rose and cast a ribbon of light across the depths before them.  “Where does it lead?” the woman asked.  “I’ve only dreamt of such places,” said the man.  “But you were with me in those dreams.”  “I’m with you now,” the woman said.  “And I, you,” the man answered.  

And he pulled the raft from the shallows into the waves, and satisfied, reached out.

The woman took his hand.

M. Richardson (2022)