Lots of folks talk to me, but not C. Miles himself

July 22, 1998|By GREGORY KANE

I'm figuring Baltimoreans need a good laugh. Readers, sit yourselves down. This morning's laugh is a real howl.

C. Miles, the Recovering Ebonics Negro of Radio One's WOLB, is back to his old delusions. He actually thinks his opinion matters.

Monday I attended the Congressional Black Caucus news conference at Micah's Restaurant in Northwest Baltimore. Yesterday a woman sounding like a Miles groupie took to the airwaves. (Don't be surprised Miles has groupies. Even the aesthetically challenged Moms Mabley had groupies. I know, because I was one of them.)

"He was off in a corner looking isolated," Groupie Girl chirped, referring to me. "The politicians were saying they couldn't talk to him because C. Miles said not to. Your posse was out there strong."

Miles, whose ego stretches into galaxies mega-light years from ours, ate this up. He believed Groupie Girl uncritically. But had Groupie Girl been eavesdropping as closely as she implied, she would have heard state Del. Nathaniel McFadden say jokingly to city Councilman Norman Handy that he shouldn't be seen talking to me because Miles had forbade it. Then McFadden had a guy take a picture of Handy and me standing side by side.

"We're gonna send it to C. Miles," McFadden kidded. Then McFadden joined in for a third picture.

Imagine the sheer arrogance of Miles. He really believes he can get on the air and tell his listeners who they can and can't talk to and that people will do exactly what he says. Well, those black folks afflicted with the herd mentality will. But our politicians are more grounded in reality than Miles. In addition to McFadden and Handy, I talked to Lisa Mitchell and wished her luck in her race for state delegate from the 44th District.

"Not that I should have to wish you luck," I told her. "You're going to win."

Mitchell pooh-poohed the notion.

"That's up to God and the will of the people," she answered.

True, but the people will be those in the 44th District. For years now, that part of West Baltimore has been Mitchell country. Take it from me, Lisa, someone who listened to and was inspired by Lisa's dad -- former state Sen. Clarence Mitchell III -- when I was just a seventh-grader at Harlem Park Junior High.

I also talked to state Del. Shirley Nathan-Pulliam of the 10th District and city Councilman Kieffer Mitchell of the 4th District. I told Mitchell I'd be calling him soon to set up our long overdue racquetball match. "Sun columnist collapses on racquetball court after being run ragged by city councilman," the headline will read.

I talked to Bill Goodin, a Baltimore activist who's running for state delegate in the 43rd District, and his campaign manager, Eric Easton. Add to that list J. Charles Carrington Jr., senior pastor of the Zion Temple Fellowship Church, and Ginger Williams, associate editor of the Baltimore Times, and you get the idea that black Baltimoreans have their own minds, form their own opinions and decide for themselves who they do and don't talk to.

That'll be hard for sappy Miles to believe, of course. After much ego-stroking he once again repeated his boxing challenge, deluding listeners with his talk of wanting to meet me in the ring.

Here's some news Miles wouldn't want his fans to know: This chump doesn't even want to meet me in his studio, much less the ring. While on air last month at 92Q, I slipped down the hall to be on Eric St. James' morning show. I told a producer to let Miles know I was ready and willing to come on his show, the better to let him say some of the things he says in the comfort of his studio to my face. He declined. He claimed he was too busy.

Translation: He's flat-out chicken-hearted. Which is why the sound of Miles' clucking can be heard from here to Alaska.

Readers come through

A reader took in my Sunday column and called to inform me that I had made an error in saying that comedian Lou Costello of the Abbott and Costello comedy team was Italian.

"Costello's an Irish name," the caller said. Sun copy editor Jeff Landaw seconded the notion.

"Nice column on Urkel," Landaw messaged me. "But if Italian-Americans weren't offended by Lou Costello, that may be because the name (as I found out relatively late myself) is Irish."

But hold the phone. Landaw did some further inquiring.

"My spies tell me the name Costello is indeed Italian -- as well as Irish, which I still think Lou was."

This sounds like a job for those fearless and well-informed Sun readers. Is the name Costello Irish, Italian or both? Does anybody know any Irish Costellos or Italian Costellos? Both perhaps? Was Lou Costello of Irish extraction or Italian? My number (and I'm going to hate myself for giving this -- I never know who's going to call) is 410-332-6531.

Pub Date: 7/22/98

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