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Archive for August, 2015

August 2015 in Black Lamb

Volume 13, Number 8 — August 2015

August 1st, 2015

In August’s issue, Terry Ross looks at the USA’s inept immigration industry in Those huddled masses. In Living in a sitcom, Elizabeth Fournier remembers sharing a house in San Francisco. Thou swell, thou witty, thou sad is the title of John M. Daniel’s article on the death of Lorenz Hart. Lorentz Lossius gets high in Turkey with Kurdish pals. In When is a rat not a rat? Susan Bennett recounts overcoming her distaste for rodents. M.A. Orthofer reviews Michel Houellebecq’s controversial novel Submission in The end of civilization? In Upstaged, Brad Bigelow reviews an unfairly forgotten novel by Jane Mayhall.

We welcome classicist Edith Hamilton and novelist V.S.Naipaul into our exclusive club of Honorary Black Lambs. In Unbeautiful neighborhood, advice columnist Millicent Marshall holds forth on unsightly cables and dusty shrubs. And Professor Khan gives us another of his challenging word puzzles.

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Those huddled masses

Are we protecting the worst and expelling the best?

August 1st, 2015

BY TERRY ROSS

She came here for love. She fed a generation of hungry Americans. She created and lavished care on a beloved institution in Portland, Ore. So why did the United States Immigration and Naturalization Service want to kick Rose-Marie Barbeau Quinn out of the United States of America?

The short answer is that according to INS definitions, she was an illegal alien, having been born and raised in Canada. Although a Portlander and homeowner since 1976, Mrs. Quinn hadn’t jumped through all the right hoops at the right time.

Rose-Marie Barbeau met Mike Quinn in 1967 at the Vienna State Opera. He was a week younger than she. The opera was Richard Wagner’s Parsifal. Quinn later joked that it was inevitable that they met — the opera went on for six hours. For the next ten years, in various cities in Europe, they were never apart, even at work. They both took jobs at Phillips of Holland in Vienna, then at an exchange program for American students in Austria, and finally, for four years, at the Atomic Energy Agency, where Rose-Marie did clerical work and Mike worked in the library.

In 1976 they moved to Portland, Quinn’s hometown. As culture devotees, the American and the Canadian found Portland’s nightlife barbaric. There were the symphony, the opera, and the ballet, true, but afterwards, everyone just went home. There wasn’t a single late-hours cafe or restaurant where you could eat, drink, and discuss the performance you had just attended.

In February 1978, she and Mike put down $21K, borrowed $12K more, and opened a quasi-bistro or Gasthaus — Rose-Marie always called it simply “the pub” — the Vat & Tonsure. While opera recordings played in the background, Rose-Marie cooked. Mike ran the business and stocked the wine cellar. Actors, lawyers, opera singers, politicians, symphony musicians, civic leaders, and citizens hungry for a taste of Europe quickly made it one of Portland’s most popular hangouts.

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