Friday, January 16, 2009

Whalton Lane

I'm not sure why but Richard A Heyman is only tentatively memorialized as America's first openly gay mayor. I suppose it's possible there was some other person someplace else across the fruited plain who was out of the closet and elected mayor prior to 1983, but no one has stepped forward to make the claim so it seems safe enough to award the title to Heyman, then a resident at Whalton Lane, off the 900 block of Duval, a place that nowadays is an unremarkable alley: Heyman served in the days before the Internet became popular so there isn't much information about him. From what I can gather Heyman was an affable guy, well liked enough to knock a Conch off the pedestal for the top job, which must have been a shock to the not-yet-ready-for-gay-prime time crowd in the city. It seems quite a crowd gathered at Heyman's home for the announcement of his candidacy, but his home has been relabeled in line with uniform street numbering in the city. I cannot be sure but I think Number 1 Whalton Lane should have been around here: Though in the proper tradition of American political notables and their legends it might have been more suitable for Heyman to have lived in this picturesque garden shed, Key West's answer to the log cabin of political myth making:
I asked an acquaintance of mine who lived in Key West during Heyman's second term as mayor (1987-89) and she had no clue where Whalton Lane might be, so as is the way in a city that is in a constant state of ferment, struggling with change, the lane these days is just another picturesque back alley ducking out of the chaos of Duval Street:
With a resident alley cat of course, wary of the camera as all divas should be:

Whalton Lane reminds me of that poet with a wintry and tenuous connection to Key West, Robert Frost whose poem "Mending Wall" is often misquoted as a way to justify building fences in places where the poet worries more about giving offence than keeping out imaginary cows. Whalton Lane, historic seat of openness to change has become all fenced in:

Personally I wouldn't mind a fence around my suburban lot, and residents of the city will tell you that without fences heaven knows who will take up residence on your porch, because Key West is filled with people seeking a place to sleep it off every night. But I think of Frost's poem making gentle fun of the fearful:

He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well

He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."And that which looks at first glance like an antidote to fencing neighbors in, is actually a genuflection to another Key West claimed literary icon:Well, yes much better to name oneself after a man of literary action, a bull runner, a drinker and a serial spouse. Poor old Richard Heyman can hardly compete can he? All we've got to remember him by is the sewage treatment plant on Fleming Key, photographed here from high atop the Parking Garage, as Fleming is now a super secret Navy base and inaccessible to simple history buffs like you and me:I was forgetting because Heyman died in the 1990's of AIDS related pneumonia there is one other place he is remembered, other than his extremely valuable if unglamorous devotion to clean sewage. That is at the Aids Memorial at White Street Pier, from whose website I found this photo of his inscription:I wonder if the kid I spotted moving his belongings into the lane has any notion that America's first gay mayor lived here, campaigned from here and celebrated his win here. I didn't interrupt him to ask and perhaps he would have surprised me had I had the nerve.Whalton Lane is marked as far as I could see, not by a plaque to Heyman but by crass commercialism, a sandal shop gets a nice big oval, temporarily enhanced by the presence of a green Triumph Bonneville: There is currently a movie making the rounds with lots of Oscar buzz, "Milk" celebrating the life and marking the assassination of Harvey Milk elected to the City and County of San Francisco Board of Supervisors at the same time as Heyman was elected to the Key West City Commission. I've heard rumors that there may one day be a documentary made about Richard Heyman but for now Sean Penn takes the title role in the Milk biography, coming soon to the Tropic Cinema:And as the lives of these two pioneers come briefly into view it is an odd notion to me that gays can't come out of the closet after all this time, except in small pockets of the country, like Key West and San Francisco's Castro district among others. I tried to convince my young gay colleague at work that he might want to see the movie to learn how it used to be, but he shrugged: "Its about old people," he said, reminding me that history is a much undervalued subject in America.

8 comments:

Jack Riepe said...

Dear Sir:

Fruited plain?

He giveth with one hand... And viciously slappeth with the other.

Yesterday, I was in the company of stunning woman, about 30-years-old. She was speaking about an event she had attended, which she described as being for "old" people... "Really old, about 60."

I am 55. I think of the Founding Fathers when I think really old.

Fondest regards,
Jack
Twisted Roads

Conchscooter said...

I was afraid no one would notice the fruited plain reference.

blameitonbuffett said...

Conch:

From time to time I'm still surprised, and rather disturbed by some people's reactions to the simple notion of Key West and the Castro district... My wife and I try to get to zero as often as we can (though just a few hours drive time away, work and kids and...well..you know, "responsibility", all hinder a timely escape.)

Occasionally, when we invite those who state that they have never been to the rock, many have this notion that Key West is "full of fags", as though once into the city limits bands of feather boa'd homosexuals accost you demanding that you listen to show tunes, drink mimosas in kimonos, and then rape you...

When confronted by this sort of ignorance, it's difficult to interject little things like "facts" or "truths". I just smile and say, "yeah, you're right...the place IS full of fags"...then we pack our bags and head south with the consolation that paradise is better off without them... (another great piece! Thank you for yet again teaching me something new)

Singing to Jeffrey's Tune said...

Hehe, forever will the collar of homosexuality be worn by the Isle of the Bones (at least until people from an older generation remember it as such).

I concur about the "old people" mentality. I commented once that I find younger people of color and homosexuals not as appreciative of the rights they now enjoy - when they were first privileges (I did realized it was nothing to do with a particular subset of people, but a generational thing - my own generation gets more than they deserve and expects more than they get many times).

Point in case, I got one of my gay friends to watch the documentary from the 1970's about the gay clubs in NYC. At that time, it was against the law for men to congregate unless there was a ratio of 2-1 men with women (how "men's clubs" were run at this time, I don't know). Basically after a "bashing" from local police at a gay club, the patron's revolted and displayed some not-so-civil disobedience. My friend did take it to heart some what, however his attitude prior was more of "so what, that was then, this is now".

And on that note, I find that attitude prolific amongst my generation. However, I decided not too long ago, I would not try to change those around me, but just to try to change myself.

Singing to Jeffrey's Tune said...

I should note, I do think of the "rights" as unalienable rights, as dictated by our country. Life, Liberty, and PURSUIT of Happiness. (Nobody said you would be happy, but you damn well can try!).

Unknown said...

Thanks so much for the pictures and the commentary. Another street that I never noticed even though I lived a block away at one time. I left Key West in 83 the year Heyman ran for office. I vaguely know him as an art gallery owner. He seemed very courteous.

Thanks again,

William

Anonymous said...

History...of any sort is not for the young or the dim witted...It takes of bit of age to appreciate those who came before us and blazed trails we couldent imagine now.Thanks Conch...for the history lesson...we need more people like you.

Buffalo Bill

P.S.- I get some of those same comments about gays when i tell someone how my wife and i go to K.W. every year..really?!?! In this enlightened age we live in? Its best that those sort stay at home...and watch NASCAR or mixed martial arts fights,or whatever bigots watch these days..

Unknown said...

We have an area here in Vancouver where they congregate. Actually, they also organize the Gay Pride Parade during the August long weekend which is very upbeat, lively, and lots of colourful costumes.

here is a short video, from my Youtube Channel:
http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDM6gWkfd7c&feature=channel_page

Jack Riepe: you're just a youngster, and I'm "really OLD" . And by your definition all women are "stunning", can't you just meet an ordinary one, once in a while . . . cause I'm still dreaming of Angie