‘Cover Stories’ Archives
Welcome, Daemeah Karbeah
the NEW Alley Communications Community Connector! Alley Communications, nonprofit publisher of the alley, has created a new part-time staff position, the Community Connector. We sought someone who has a close relationship with the Phillips Community, and interests and skills that would support the growth of the alley and its publisher, Alley Communications. “Throughout my career, I’ve worked across various industries, from human rights advocacy to business consulting. My experience includes managing marketing for large-scale events, creating social campaigns, and utilizing data-driven insights to strengthen outreach efforts. I’m especially passionate about using communications to build authentic community relationships and create positive change. Outside of work, you’ll probably find me taking care of my plants, napping with my cat, or diving into a random research rabbit hole!” (Daemeah Karbeah) We are eager to announce that after interviewing, Daemeah [...]
Gary Fife, Legendary Journalist
Author of May 1986 Leonard Peltier Article By the alley Gary Dale Fife, a legendary journalist and cherished soul, departed this world on January 14, 2024, at the age of 73 in Tulsa, Oklahoma. He was born on September 21, 1950. Fife was still hosting radio shows and writing a weekly column when he died. Gary was a career veteran of journalism, with more than 50 years of experience in print, radio and television. He specialized in national Native and governmental affairs, spending 11 years in Washington, D.C. Gary (Creek-Cherokee) was hired as Migizi Communications’ first Executive Director and News Director in 1981. He came from the American Indian Press Association and Association on American Indian Affairs and had formal and professional training in journalism. He broadcasted Migizi’s First Person Radio from the Peace Center building at 2300 Cedar Avenue, on land now part of the expanded East Phillips Park. Journalism was Gary’s lifeblood. He was a trailblazer [...]
LOST AND FOUNDRY
By DAVE MOORE I picked up a brick from the edge of the demolition,carried it home and set it on my porch,one small piece of that hated Smith Foundry. Forty years of smelling its burnt iron reek,closing windows in summer, eyes smarting,hearing my sensitive partner coughing::::Talked to pollution agency ginks,went to meetings, marched in protest,the whole neighborhood wheezing with asthma.Finally resigned to accepting the horrible stench,either live with the bitter fumes or move.And then:::: and then::::after decades of violations,initialed regulators finally heard us.Smith Foundry shut down. With barely any notice::::heavy scoops began to batter the walls,pouring water on noise and concrete as it crumpled.Now its tall stack lies smokelessly sideways::::Spring air carries the last remnants of dust. So I picked up the brick and brought it home,As if I had torn it out with my own hands.The air, of course the air is still dirtyfrom combustion engines whizzing past the site,but [...]
