Leaning on Crystal
Friday, March 19th, 2010Crystal Bowersox has no idea how much she is helping Northwest Ohio, but she will have an opportunity to see that firsthand if her ride on “American Idol” continues.
Toledo is facing its greatest challenge of the modern era. A population drain has steadily robbed the heart of Lucas County of human and financial resources, and while Sylvania, Maumee, Rossford, Perrysburg and other nearby towns have grown, the result is a socioeconomic circus freak with bulging, healthy arms and legs but a withered, frail torso, topped by a confused brain torn in several directions at once.
The problems are myriad.
The problems are crushing.
The population decline has ripple effects that spread to nearly every facet of life in Toledo. Fewer people means a reduced tax base. That simple equation has devastated the stream of funds that flows through the city and its school system. The City of Toledo and Toledo Public Schools are, combined, nearly $80 million in debt. Both entities are proposing cuts and reductions, while preparing an assault on voters to ask for more funds, an extremely unpopular — albeit inevitable — move.
Layoffs, lost service and a frighteningly reduced quality of life loom over the city and school system like angry black clouds pregnant with golf ball-size hail. Police and firemen are placed on the chopping block with swimming pools and basic maintenance needs. Arts and athletics are lined up against the wall, waiting for the accountant firing squad to pull the triggers with their pens and computer keyboards.
I look to the north as Detroit implodes, closing schools and abandoning neighborhoods, and I just want to weep at the thought of Toledo rotting into such disarray, its neighborhoods succumbing to the cancer of neglect. I try to imagine the history-rich corridors of Libbey High School falling silent, like those at Macomber, like those at DeVilbiss, and just shake my head in sadness and helplessness.
That sadness is tinged with anger at the generation of elected leaders — and the seven out of 10 eligible people who do not bother to vote — who walked like zombies as the early signs surfaced, ignored them and further ignored an increasing litany of indicators and opportunities that may have lessened the damage. It’s not feasible to comb through the records to pinpoint the legion of mistakes and arrogance epitomized by the administrations of Carty Finkbeiner, Jack Ford and the city councils who joined in their dance of reckless destruction, but history will hold all them accountable.
It’s a sad time. A scary time. An angry time. A frustrating, mangled, overwhelming time.
And then, just as the daily stream of news thickens with the sludge of dire economic tidings, a rocker chick with dreadlocks and a well-used guitar arrives to offer distraction, escape, entertainment, fun and hope.
Bowersox is sexy-cute in the way only Midwest American women are. She is identifiably one of us. She has the tough background, the earned humility, the work ethic and the pure sleeves-rolled up determination that thrives and replicates in the less tony areas of our city.
She has earned her shot at fame and fortune, working in the city’s bars and clubs, honing her skills, wringing the ups and downs of her life into every nuance and inflection of her voice.
And what a voice! At once knowing, innocent, strong, vulnerable, inviting, distant, soaring and aching, Bowersox takes advantage of each atom of breath as it passes through her lungs, larynx and every ridge of her inner mouth and lips. It is a voice so superior to her fellow contestants’ instruments, it threatens to cut short her “Idol” journey because her casual vocal brilliance is judged with greater expectation and a higher standard.
The spotlights on the national stage Bowersox is making her own, bounce heat and light all the way to Northwest Ohio. We need the attention and positive vibe Bowersox brings. As she continues her march to the “Idol” finals, the stakes on her shoulders grow, not just for her personally and professionally, but for an entire city that needs something good to follow and feel connected to. I understand that watching “American Idol” and rooting for Bowersox is a trifling use of time compared to voting and following news and educating one’s self. But I also recognize the organic value in a region rallying behind, cheering for and falling in love with a local woman who has an opportunity to show the nation exactly how much heart, guts and talent we have to offer.
Solar panels? Alternative energy research? Mentions in national development publications? All recognized, appreciated and respected. But not loved. Bowersox is on the cusp of galvanizing our region as a lightning-strike of hope and good feeling.
A kind word for Bowersox from Simon Cowell doesn’t fill a lone pothole or bring a sole business to Downtown, but her ascent contributes raindrops to what could be a flood of good feeling. Toledo’s self-respect river is at its lowest tide in memory, but enough of those raindrops and there might eventually be enough good feelings for everyone to at least dip their toes in.
It’s just “American Idol,” not our economic salvation. But for as many weeks as America will have her, Bowersox brings much-needed good news and good feelings for her home region.
No pressure, Crystal, but we need you. You’re making us proud, and you have no idea what that means to us.
Michael S. Miller is editor in chief of Toledo Free Press and Toledo Free Press Star. E-mail him at mmiller@toledofreepress.com.






